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681. 11ş. M. FORD. Through tribulation we enter the kingdom of heaven. 1 The gloom of the night adds a charm to the
morn, Stern winter the spring in its beauty endears; And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn,
The brighter by contrast the rainbow appears 2 So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare
For the rest of the soul that remaineth above On earth tribulation awaits him, but there The smile of a Father's unchangeable love.
682. C. M. FOLLEN.
To God, the Holy One,
O God, thy will be done!
A cure for every ill ;
And bid all care be still.
And an immortal soul,
My every wish control.
To imitate thy Son !
683. L. M. PEABODY.
Heaven. 1 0, when the hours of life are past,
And death's dark shade arrives at last, It is not sleep,—it is not rest,
"Tis glory opening to the blest. 2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin,
And Christ shall there receive them in; There each shall wear a robe of light,
Like his, divinely fair and bright.
In union holy, calm and sweet;
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
With spirits bright and blest as theirs, And light shall glance on every crown,
From suns that never more go down. 5 For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
684. C. M. PEABODY.
Peaceful death of the Pious. 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:
When good men cease to be. 3 How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed !
To mourners round his bed.
The sunset beam is cast !
When loved ones breathe their last. 5 And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper-star appears !
Whose eyes are dim with tears. 6 Night falls--but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore;
Shall wake to close no more.
Whose days are past, whose toil is done:
Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor's flight!
3 O, 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 0, stay thy tears; the blest above
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth,
686. 8 & 7s. M. S. F. SMITH.
Gentle as the summer breeze,
When it floats among the trees.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low; Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our song shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
He can all our sorrows heal.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Where no farewell tear is shed.
692. L. M. C. SPRAGUE.
For the Blessing of Schools. 1 0 Thou, at whose dread name we bend,
To whom our purest vows we pay,
And bless the labors of this day. 2 Our fathers here, a pilgrim band,
Fixed the proud empire of the free;
And Faith her altars reared to thee.
The sacred rights their valor won,
And send down truth from sire to son. 4 Here still, through all succeeding time,
Their stores may truth and learning bring,
693. L. M. J. Q. Adams.
Death of Children.
When infant innocence ascends,
The spotless spirit's flight attends. 2 On wings of ecstasy they rise,
Beyond where worlds material roll,