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 sinless has died. Thou art gone to the grave,-and its mansions forsaking, Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave,-but 'twere wrong to deplore thee. When God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide, He gave thee, and took thee, and He will restore thee, Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. WANT OF THOUGHT. HEBER. Time to me this truth hath taught, There's a time we should convey it; There's a tone in which to say it ! Many a beauteous flower decays, Which no human aid can touch! Lies some canker-grief conceal'd ; Oft, unknowingly, the tongue CHARLES SWAIN. 'TIS SWEET TO WORK FOR JESUS. 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus, In this life's little day; To spread around "the joyful sound," As those forgiven may; To tell His loving kindness, His promises so true: To urge the young, that they may come, I 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus: No work of love too small; 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus- But onward press with cheerfulness DO I LOVE THE LORD? Could my heart so hard remain, If I knew a Saviour's love? When I turn mine eyes within, Can I deem myself a child? Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Could I love Thy saints to meet, Saviour, let me love Thee more, If I have not loved before TO BE THE THING WE SEEM. To be the thing we seem; To walk in faith, nor dream Casting self-love aside, Our hearts to measure; In humble hope to bide To trust, although deceived, Patient of ills received, With love no wrongs can chill, The weak from falling: This is to do God's will THE GOLDEN RULE. We never need behave amiss, I know I should not steal or use Which I should never like to loose And this plain rule forbids me quite Because I should not think it right |