2 There's a crown, and a robe, and a palm, brother,
When from toil and from care you are free; The Savior has gone to prepare you a home, With a light in the window for thee.
3 0 watch, and be faithful, and pray, brother, All your journey o'er life's troubled sea, Though afflictions assail you, and storms beat
There's a light in the window for thee.
4 Then on, perseveringly on, brother,
Till from conflict and suffering free;
Bright angels now beckon you over the stream,
There's a light in the window for thee.
ISTER, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening
When it floats among the trees.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low;
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shall know.
8 Dearest sister, thou hast left us!
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us;
He can all our sorrow heal.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled;
Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.
EYOND life's raging fever,
B Beyond life's troubled dream,
Beyond death's surging river,
Beyond that sullen stream,
The saint shall dwell in glory,
In beauty fading not;
Oh! Pilgrim are you praying?
That this may be your lot.
2 Beyond this land of sighing,
Where countless tears are shed,
Beyond the sick and dying,
Beyond the mouldering dead,
The saint shall dwell, &c.
3 Beyond this scene of trial,
Where heart and flesh do fail;
Beyond the dark'ning shadows,
Beyond the gloomy vale,
The saint shall dwell, &c.
4 Beyond the thought of grieving,
A kind and gracious God;
Beyond the fear of sinning,
Beyond the chast'ning rod;
The saint shall dwell, &c.
5 Bevond Earth's weary burden,
The cross, the scourge, the rod;
The saint shall dwell in glory,
The saint shall dwell with God;
The saint shall dwell, &c.
Y heavenly home is bright and fair,
M No puen lor death can enter there;
Its glittering towers the sun outshine,
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
2 While here a stranger, far from home,
Affliction's waves may round me foam;
And though, like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure.
3 Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow;
Be mine the happier lot to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.
4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine,
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.
66 OREVER with the Lord,"
FORmen, so let it be:
Life from the dead is in that word, "Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
Nearer home, nearer home,
A day's march nearer home; Home above, home above, Jerusalem above.
2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near,
At times to faith's aspiring eye
Thy golden gates appear!
Ah, then my spirit faints,
To reach the land I love;
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above;
Home above, home above, &c.
3 Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies;
Like Noah's dove I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies;
Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o'er my glad'nd heart
Expands the bow of peace;
Bow of peace, bow of peace, &c.
4 So when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.
Knowing "as I am known,"
How shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord."
With the Lord, with the Lord, &c.
HALL, ye sighing sons of sorrow,
Learn with me your certain doom;
Learn with me your fate to-morrow,
Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb.
See all nature fading, dying,
Silent all things seem to mourn,
Life from vegetation flying,
Calls to mind the mould'ring urn.
2 Lo! in vonder forest standing,
Lofty cedars, how they nod!
Scenes of nature, how surprising!
Read in nature, nature's God."
While the annual frosts are cropping
Leaves and tendrils from the trees,
So our friends are yearly dropping-
We are like to one of these.
8 Hollow winds about me roaring,
Noisy waters round me rise,
While I sit my fate deploring,
Tears fast streaming from mine eyes.
What to me is autumn's treasure,
Since I know no earthly joy?
Long have I lost all youthful pleasure;
Time will health and youth destroy.
4 Former friends, how oft I've sought them,
Just to cheer a troubled mind!
Now they're gone, like leaves of autumn,
Driven before the dreary wind.
When a few more days are wasted,
And a few more scenes are o'er,
When a few more griefs I've tasted,
I shall rise to fall no more.
5 Fast my sun of life's declining,
Soon 'twill set in endless night,
But my hopes, pure and reviving,
Rise to fairer worlds of light.
Cease this trembling, mourning, sighing;
Death shall burst this sullen gloom;
Then my spirit, fluttering, flying,
Shall be borne beyond the tomb.
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