FUNERAL HYMN. 123 The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, The Autumn droop in winter,-the birds forsake the shade, The wind be lulled,—the sun and moon forget their old decree, But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord! will cling to Thee. HEAVEN TRANSCENDENTLY GLORIOUS. I PRAISED the earth in beauty seen, I praised the sun whose chariot rolled I praised the moon whose softer eye O God, O good beyond compare! Where thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee! FUNERAL HYMN. 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 portal before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 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 hath died. Thou art gone to the grave!--and, its mansion forsaking, Thou art gone to the grave!--but 'twere vain to deplore thee, When God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thec, And death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. HENRY KIRKE WHITE. A HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP. And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours? Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. THE CHRISTIAN'S PROGRESS. Oh, let thy grace perform its part, And shed abroad in every heart Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine, The Sun of holiness shall shine And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet THE CHRISTIAN'S PROGRESS. THROUGH Sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured king, Are marching to the tomb. There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Our labours done, securely laid The storms of life shall beat. Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise These ashes, too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last Angel rise, and break 125 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye And the long silent dust shall burst THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB'S HOST AT JERUSALEM. "The Lord sent an angel, which cut off all the mighty men of valour, and the leaders and captains in the camp of the king of Assyria: so he returned with shame of face to his own land."-2 CHRONICLES, xxxii. 21. THE Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, For, the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. THE BURIAL ANTHEM. 127 And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, HENRY HART MILMAN. THE BURIAL ANTHEM. BROTHER, thou art gone before us, From the burthen of the flesh, And from care and fear releas'd, The toilsome way thou'st travell'd o'er, But Christ hath taught thy languid feet Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. Sin can never taint thee now, Nor doubt thy faith assail; Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ, And the Holy Spirit fail: And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, |