162, 958.

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low;
Thou no more wilt join our number,
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us!

Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 't is God that hath bereft us,

He can all our sorrows heal.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When this mortal life is fled;
Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

S. F. Smith.

1 SISTER, thou art sweetly sleeping, Free from pain, and toil, and care; Dearest sister, how we miss thee! Miss thee in the house of prayer. 2 Thou wilt sleep, but not forever; Jesus died, and rose again; Soon he 'll come in clouds of glory,Thou wilt rise with him to reign. 3 Sister, then we hope to meet thee;

Then we'll take thee by the hand; Then we'll twine our arms around thee, In that bright and happy land.

Mrs. Small.

2 When we see a precious blossom That we tended with such care

Rudely taken from our bosom,

How our aching hearts despair. Round the silent grave we linger Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished With the flower we cherished so. 3 We may sleep, but not forever,

In the lone and silent grave; Blessed be the Lord that taketh, Blessed be the Lord that gave. In the bright, eternal city,

Death can never, never come;

In his own good time he'll call us
From our rest to home, sweet home.
Mrs. M. A. Kidder.

964

1 PASSED away from earth forever,
Free from all its cares and fears,
She again will join us never
While we tread this vale of tears;

On the res-urrection morn.

For the turf is now her pillow,

And she sleeps among the dead; While the cypress and the willow Wave above her lowly bed.

2 With what grief and anguish riven Should we see the loved depart,

If there were no promise given

Which could soothe the wounded heart! If the chains with which death binds them Ne'er again should broken be,

And his prison which confines them
Ne'er be burst to set them free!

3 But a glorious day is nearing,
Earth's long-wished-for jubilee,
When creation's King appearing,
Shall proclaim his people free;
When upborne on Love's bright pinion,
They shall shout from land and sea,
"Death, where is thy dark dominion!
Grave, where is thy victory!"

U. Smith.

960

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LOWELL MASON,

summer breeze;

Pleasant as the air

of

among the trees.

162, 958.

1 SISTER, thou art sweetly sleeping, Free from pain, and toil, and care; Dearest sister, how we miss thee! Miss thee in the house of prayer. 2 Thou wilt sleep, but not forever; Jesus died, and rose again; Soon he'll come in clouds of glory,Thou wilt rise with him to reign. 3 Sister, then we hope to meet thee;

Then we'll take thee by the hand; Then we'll twine our arms around thee, In that bright and happy land.

Mrs. Small.

2 "Youth on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread, View us, late in beauty blooming, Numbered now among the dead.

3 "Yearly in our course appearing,

Messengers of shortest stay,
Thus we preach in mortal hearing,-
Ye, like us, shall pass away."

Horne.

963

S. C. HANCOCK.

9

2 When we see a precious blossom
That we tended with such care
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our aching hearts despair.
Round the silent grave we linger
Till the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have perished
With the flower we cherished so.
3 We may sleep, but not forever,
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.
In the bright, eternal city,

Death can never, never come;

In his own good time he'll call us
From our rest to home, sweet home.
Mrs. M. A. Kidder.

964

PASSED away from earth forever, Free from all its cares and fears,

She again will join us never

While we tread this vale of tears;

For the turf is now her pillow,

And she sleeps among the dead; While the cypress and the willow Wave above her lowly bed.

2 With what grief and anguish riven Should we see the loved depart,

If there were no promise given

Which could soothe the wounded heart! If the chains with which death binds them Ne'er again should broken be,

And his prison which confines them
Ne'er be burst to set them free!

3 But a glorious day is nearing,
Earth's long-wished-for jubilee,
When creation's King appearing,
Shall proclaim his people free;
When upborne on Love's bright pinion,
They shall shout from land and sea,
"Death, where is thy dark dominion!
Grave, where is thy victory!"

U. Smith.

965

EDWIN BARNES,

Guard the precious treasure.

Master come.

3 Lord, what is life? If spent with thee, In humble praise and prayer,

How long or short our life may be
We feel no anxious care;
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When life and all its joys are past.
Jane Taylor.