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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.
"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 ;
And, at the great day of release,
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 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;
God bids us go
The grains of sand
"Twixt sea and land,
Which hem the ocean's verge,
Weak one by one,
Fling back the watery surge.