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3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away.


5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine, Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,

If heaven must recompense our pains; Perish the grass, and fade the flower,

If firm the word of God remaing.


S. M.


The pledge of immortality.
UR great Creator, God,

clay, Can re-inspire the breathless clod,

In his appointed day.
From dust he form'd us man,

And shall we doubt his power!
No, surely the Almighty can

Our moulder'd dust restore. 2 Who breathed into our earth

The breath of life divine, Can, by a new celestial birth,

God and the sinner join :
Thus we the pledge receive

Of immortality,
Sure that our bodies too shall live

Forever one with thee.

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3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sang

Is now at last fulfillid;
And Death yields up his ancient reign,

And, vanquish'd, quits the field.
4. Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,

Anil now in triumph sing :-
O Grave, where is thy victory!

And where, Death, thy sting!

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7th P. M. 8 lines Ts. Clothed with immortality. (PIRIT, leave thy house of clay:

Ling'ring dust, resign thy breath; Spirit, cast thy chains away;

Dust, be thou dissolved in death :I hus the iniglity Saviour speaks,

While the faithtul Christian dies; Thus the bonds of life be breaks,

And the ransom'd captive flies. 2 Pris'ner, long detain'd below,

Pris'ner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of wo;

Welcome to a land of rest :Thus the choir of angels sing,

As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring

All the regions of the sky. 3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,

Grave, the tresury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise :
Hark! the judgment-trumpa calls

Soul, rebuild thy house of lay;
Immortality thy walls,

And eternity thy day.

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