And may not we rejoice That they may hear his kindly voice, 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. THE CHURCHYARD. "He giveth his beloved sleep." Let not the rude unhallowed sound The still Churchyard, whose chambers keep The Lord has called them to their rest; Pause, then, and breathe a silent prayer THE HOUSE OF MOURNING. "Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope." Mourner, weep! to shed the tear But remember, Jesus said, When the widow's hopes had fled, "Weep not."-At his word the dead Woke, and left the funeral bed. Mourner, weep! But know that thou Yet we need not moan our fate, Be it early, be it late; Christ, who burst the infernal gate, For his coming bids us wait. Mourner, weep! but in the day, When the creature of decay Shall put on his bright array, What, O mourner, wilt thou say? When the saints their Lord shall meet, Friends long-parted friends shall greet, All enjoy communion sweet In the Heavens, their lasting seat! HOME MISSIONS. "The weapons of our warfare are not carnal." Arm, Christians, arm, And sound the alarm Through all our native land; God bids us go The grains of sand "Twixt sea and land, Which hem the ocean's verge, Weak one by one, Together thrown, Fling back the watery surge. |