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SPIRIT answers :

O bright! O best abode !
To rest at last with God!

Expected long,
Much sought in


in song,
Days, nights, and years, how long!
Exceeding expectation ! far above
Where fancy in her highest flight could rove!

Well worth the toil! God's gift of love !


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It is as thou hast said,
And well art thou repaid

All thou did'st dare
Bravely to do and bear;

Answered in full thy prayer ;
But not one millionth part dost thou yet know
Of what Almighty goodness will bestow

On thee-on all who loved below.


Great love! transcending thought !
Who first us sinners bought

With Jesus' blood,
Then made us like to God,

Now gives us this abode,
Where, were we endless

ages to remain Just as we are, what lack? who could complain,

Seeing with God, as kings, we reign ?


'Tis so: supremely blest
Whose lot is here to rest ;

And now farewell :
What God shall will, is well ;

It is not mine to tell
The countless worlds, where countless myriads raise
To the great Father everlasting praise

For all his great and wondrous ways.


“ He went and preached unto the spirits in prison, which sometime

were disobedient, when once the long-suffering of God waited in the days of Noah.”

Alas the lost—the dear,
We long since laid upon their bier,

Then saw no more!

They lived, they died, in sin;
How could God's holy angels take them in

The eternal door ?

For them a dreadful doom
Their bodies in the silent tomb

Crumbled to dust;

And in a place below
The avenging angels did their souls bestow :

Their doom was just.

Alas! we mourned them sore, While lasted yet their life's brief hour;

They would not hear :

Have we no tears to shed, Now they are suffering in that prison dread ?

They still are dear.

What! may we sympathize With those who dying closed their eyes

Foes of God's power ?

Is it not now too late ?
Must we not own the justice of their fate,

And love no more?

O God, tis hard to break, E'en when we do it for thy sake,

With those we love :

Such love for thee below
We feeble creatures cannot fully show-

We may above

What if we see again Those sinners dear without a stain

Of sin and death!

O God, thy mighty power After their prison-penance can restore

The living breath.

How can we disbelieve
What thou, who never canst deceive,

Thyself hast said,

How Jesus from the grave The word of life to deluged sinners gave,

Our King and Head ?

Then may not ours be glad, As, musing in their chambers sad,

They think of One,

Who went himself to Hell, And did of old the cheering tidings tell

Of victory won ?

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