St. Patrick.

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HRIST is gone-A cloud of light Has received Him from our sight, High in heaven, where eye of men Follows not, nor angels' ken; Through the veils of time and space, Passed into the holiest place; All the toil, the sorrow done, All the battle fought and won.

2 He is gone-Toward their goal
World and Church must onward roll:
Far behind we leave the past;
Forward are our glances cast;
Still His words before us range
Through the ages as they change:
Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead,
He will give whate'er we need.

A. SULLIVAN.

3 He is gone-But we once more
Shall behold Him as before;
In the heaven of heavens the same
As on earth He went and came.
In the many mansions there
Place for us He will prepare:
In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we may yet be one.

4 He is gone-But not in vain,
Wait until He comes again :
He is risen, He is not here,
Far above this earthly sphere:
Evermore in heart and mind
There our peace in Him we find :
To our own Eternal Friend,
Thitherward let us ascend.

A. P. Stanley.