943. In Bereavement. 1. FRIEND after friend departs: Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2. Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime

Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

8. There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

4. Thus star by star declines,

Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night,They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

Death of the Righteous. [Hy. 664.

1. THIS place is holy ground; World, with thy cares, away! Silence and darkness reign around,

But lo! the break of day: What bright and sudden dawn appears, To shine upon this scene of tears!

2. Behold the bed of death,

This pale and lovely clay!
Heard ye the sob of parting breath?
Marked ye the eyes' last ray !-
No!-life so sweetly ceased to be,
It lapsed in immortality.

3. Could tears revive the dead,

Rivers should swell our eyes, Could sighs recall the spirit fled,

We would not quench our sighs, Till love relumed this altered mien, And all th' embodied soul were seen. 4. Bury the dead,-and weep,

In stillness, o'er the loss;

Bury the dead,-in Christ they sleep.
Who bore on earth his cross,
And, from the grave, their dust shall rise
In his own image to the skies.

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