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And may not we rejoice

That they may hear his kindly voice,
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.


"Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope."

Mourner, weep! to shed the tear
For the friends we hold most dear,
Though they may not see or hear,
Is indeed a comfort here:

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 Canst not 'scape the common woe; In a few short years or so,

We shall be as those below:

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!


"The weapons of our warfare are not carnal."

Arm, Christians, arm,

And sound the alarm

Through all our native land;
Against the foe

God bids us go
In one united band.

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.

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