Swiftly to their wish be given ;
Kindle higher joy in heaven.

520.

12 & 11s. M.

Farewell to a Friend departed.

HEBER.

1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long ; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,

And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;

Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy

Guide;

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.

521.

C. M.

WATTS.

Those blessed who die in the Lord.

1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead;

"Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus and are blest;
How kind their slumbers are !
From suffering and from sin released,
They're freed from every snare.
3 "Far from this world of toil and strife,
They 're present with the Lord;
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward."

522. 7 & 8s. M. (Peculiar.)

Weep not.

1 LIFT not thou the wailing voice;
Weep not; 't is a Christian dieth:
Up, where blesséd saints rejoice,
Ransomed now, the spirit flieth:
High in Heaven's own light she dwelleth;
Full the song of triumph swelleth :
Freed from earth, and earthly failing,
Lift for her no voice of wailing.

2 They who die in Christ are blest

Ours be, then, no thought of grieving :
Sweetly with their God they rest,
All their toils and troubles leaving :
So be ours the faith that saveth,
Hope that every trial braveth,
Love that to the end endureth,

And, through Christ, the crown secureth.

Peaceful Death of the Pious.

DOANE.

PEABODY.

1 BEHOLD the western evening light!
It melts in deepening gloom;

So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low; the yellow leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree;
So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.
3 How beautiful, on all the hills,
The crimson light is shed!

'T is like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast!

So sweet the memory left behind,

When loved ones breathe their last.
5 And, lo! above the dews of night
The vesper star appears :

So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.

6 Night falls, but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore;

And thus the eyes that sleep in death
Shall wake to close no more.

524.

L. M.

Trust and Submission.

1 MY God, I thank thee; may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe ;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;

NORTON.

The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom,
That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain

Thy frail and erring child must know :
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
And, 'mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.

525.

S. H. M.

Friends separated by Death.

MONTGOMERY

1 FRIEND after friend departs :
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond the reign of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime
Where life is not a breath,

Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
3 There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;
A long eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that glorious sphere.
4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away;

As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

But hide themselves in heaven's own light.

526.

L. M. 6 L.

WINCHELL'S SEL.

The Hope of Christian Friendship.

1 SWEET is the thought, the promise sweet, That friends, long-severed friends, shall meet,

That kindred souls, on earth disjoined,
Shall meet, from earthly dross refined,
Their mortal cares and sorrows o'er,
And mingle hearts to part no more.
2 But for this hope, this blesséd stay,
When earthly comforts all decay,
O, who could view th' expiring eye,
Nor wish, with those they love, to die?
Who could receive their parting breath,
Nor long to follow them in death?
3 But we have brighter hopes; we know
Short is this pilgrimage of woe;
We know that our Redeemer lives;
We trust the promises he gives;
And part in hope to meet above,
Where all is joy, and all is love.

527.

L. M.

Blessedness of the pious Dead.

NORTON.

1 O, STAY thy tears; for they are blest, Whose days are past, whose toil is done : Here midnight care disturbs our rest; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears; Whose course is short, unclouded, bright. 3 0, cheerless were our lengthened way; But Heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day,

And casts a glory round the tomb.

4 O, stay thy tears; the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, And sung a song of joy and love;

Then why should anguish reign on earth?