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THE SWEET BY-AND-BY.

1 THERE'S a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar,
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.
In the sweet by-and-by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by-and-by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more-
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above

We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of his love,

And the blessings that hallow our days.

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THE ANGEL GUEST.

L.M.

1 How pure in heart and sound in head,

With what divine affections bold,

TENNYSON.

Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead.

2 In vain shalt thou, or any, call

The spirits from their golden day,
Except like them, thou too canst say,

My spirit is at peace with all.

3 They haunt the silence of the breast,
Imagination calm and fair,

The memory like a cloudless air,
The conscience as a sea at rest.

4 But when the heart is full of din,
And doubt beside the portal waits,
They can but listen at the gates,
And hear the household jar within.

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JUSTICE AND FAITH.

.L.M.

1 THE Sage his cup of hemlock quaffed,
And calmly drained the fatal draught;
Such pledge did Grecian justice give
To one who taught men how to live.

2 The Christ, in piety assured,

The anguish of his cross endured;
Such pangs did Jewish bigots try
On him who taught us how to die.

W. J. Fox.

3 'Mid prison walls, the Sage could trust
That men would grow more wise and just;
From Calvary's mount the Christ could see
The dawn of immortality.

4 Who know to live, and know to die,
Their souls are safe, their triumph nigh;
Power may oppress, and priest craft ban-
Justice and faith are God in man.

UNION WITH THE UNSEEN.

C.M.

1 THE dead are like the stars by day,
Withdrawn from mortal eye,

Yet holding unperceived their way
Through the unclouded sky.

2 By them, through holy hope and love,
We feel in hours serene.
Connected with a world above,
Immortal and unseen.

3 For death his sacred seal hath set
On bright and bygone hours;
And they we mourn are with us yet—
Are more than ever ours ;-

4 Ours, by the pledge of love and faith,
By hopes of heaven on high;
By trust triumphant over death,
In immortality.

BARTON.

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PRAISE TO GOD.

L.M.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him, ye angels round his throne,
Praise God, the high and holy one.

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

C.M.

1 FATHER of all! in every age,
In every clime, adored,

By saint, by savage, or by sage,
The universal Lord!

2 Thou Great First Cause! least understood,
Who all my sense confined

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind.

3 If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ;

If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart
To find that better way.

4 To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar,-earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.

POPE.

MONTGOMERY.

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PRAYER.
C.M.

1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire
Uttered or unexpressed,

The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh.
The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

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1 ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal, when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.

2 All wait alike on him, whose power
Upholds the life he gave;

The sage within his star-lit tower,
The savage in his cave.

3 'Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;

Who worships those and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

4 Ye great! renounce your earthborn pride,
Ye low! your shame and fear;
Live, as ye worship, side by side,
Your common claims revere.

LIFE.
C.M.

1 LIFE is the hour that lies between

T. L. HARRIS.

Earth and the heavenly spheres ;
And merges, like some tranquil dream,
In Love's immortal years.

2 Life is the kindling of a star

In heavenly skies to shine,

Where sin, nor strife, nor sorrow mar
The harmonies divine.

3 Life is the blooming of a flower,
Whose blossom shall impart
A fragrance to Love's Eden bower,
A joy to God's own heart.

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4 Life is a strain of sacred love
The inmost spirit sings,
Then rises to the spheres above,
While heaven with gladness rings.

5 Life is a hymn of holy thought
From God's paternal mind;
A soul into his image wrought,
And in his truth enshrined.

6 Life is, to be a beauteous part
Of nature's perfect whole;
To dwell in fellowship of heart
With the Creative Soul.

DEATH.

C.M.

T. L. HARRIS.

1 DEATH is the fading of a cloud,
The breaking of a chain;
The rending of a mortal shroud
We ne'er shall see again.

2 Death is the conqueror's welcome home,
The heavenly city's door;

The entrance of the world to come-
'Tis life for evermore.

3 Death is the mighter second birth.
Th' unveiling of the soul;

'Tis freedom from the chains of earth,-
The pilgrim's heavenly goal.

4 Death is the close of life's alarms,
The watch-light on the shore;
The clasping in immortal arms
Of loved ones gone before.

5 Death is the gaining of a crown
Where saints and angels meet;
The laying of our burden down
At the Deliverer's feet.

6 Death is a song from seraph lips,
The day-spring from on high;
The ending of the soul's eclipse, -
Its transit to the sky.