THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE These ashes, too, this little dust Till the last angel rise and break H. Kirke White. EASTER ANTHEM SING with all the sons of glory, O what glory, far exceeding All that eye has yet perceived! Holiest hearts for ages pleading, Never that full joy conceived. God has promised, Christ prepares it, There on high our welcome waits; Every humble spirit shares it, Christ has passed the eternal gates. Life eternal! heaven rejoices, Jesus lives who once was dead; Join, O man, the deathless voices, Child of God, lift up thy head! EASTER ANTHEM Patriarchs from the distant ages, Saints all longing for their heaven, Prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages, All await the glory given. Life eternal! O what wonders Crowd on faith; what joy unknown, When, amidst earth's closing thunders, Saints shall stand before the throne! Oh, to enter that bright portal, See that glowing firmament, Know, with Thee, O God immortal, "Jesus Christ whom Thou hast sent!" William J. Irons. 66 "HE SHALL DO WELL" LORD, if he sleep he shall do well," Why should we weep, why should a knell, Nobly he wrought, strongly he ran; 66 See, too, that rest, how calm and deep- Till the day break here let him be, Unknown. A HYMN OF HOPE THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless hath died. Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; |