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And may not we rejoice
And see his face?
Then shall those dead trees bloom, The quickened spirits come forth from the tomb,
Praising God's grace.
For an exposition of the doctrine suggested in this Hymn, see the chapter headed “ Everlasting Damnation” in a little work entitled Churches and their Creeds,” which may be had of the Author.
“He giveth his beloved sleep."
Let not the rude unhallowed sound
Of riot mirth be heard around The still Churchyard, whose chambers keep
Their bodies who have fallen asleep;
The Lord has called them to their rest;
God grant their spirits may be blest,
And, at the great day of release,
They may enjoy eternal peace !
Pause, then, and breathe a silent prayer
O'er those who lie sepultured here, That God may grant with them to thee
A glorious immortality.
THE HOUSE OF MOURNING.
“Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope."
Mourner, weep! to shed the tear
Mourner, weep! But know that thou
Mourner, weep! but in the day,
“ The weapons of our warfare are not carnal.”
Arm, Christians, arm,
And sound the alarm
Against the foe
God bids us go
In one united band.
The grains of sand
'Twixt sea and land,
Weak one by one,