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C. M. 81.

ANONYMOUS. Spring, an Emblem of the Resurrection. 1 All nature dies, and lives again:

The Aowers that paint the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow,

And boughs and blossoms yield,
Resign the honors of their form

Ať winter's stormy blast,
And leave the naked, leafless plain

A desolated waste.
Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers

Anew shall deck the plain;
The woods shall hear the voice of spring,

And flourish green again.
So, to the dreary grave consigned,

Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
Until th’ eternal morning wake

The slumbers of the tomb.
3 O may the grave become to me

The bed of peaceful rest,
Whence I shall gladly rise at length,

And mingle with the blessed !
Cheered by this hope, with patient mind

I'll wait Heaven's high decree,
Till the appointed period come
When death shall set me free.


L. M. 61. W. Ray.

The Same.
1 Look through creation, and behold

The wonders of Almighty power;
Eternal wisdom's works unfold
In every leaf, in every flower :


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There is a God, all-good, all-wise,'
The very meanest insect cries.
2 Seasons, revolving in their spheres,

A thousand rural beauties bring;
But loveliest of the group appears
The green-dressed beauty, charming Spring;
The music of whose morning voice

Bids all the sons of earth rejoice.
3 Winter is death, when nature mourns

To see her offspring lifeless lie;
Summer and Autumn weep, by turns,
To see their children droop and die;
But Spring revives their hopes again,

And breathes new life through every vein. 4 How emblematic of that day,

The glorious resurrection morn,
When, decked in brighter robes than May,
In robes that angel hosts adorn,
The soul, redeemed, shall burst its tomb,
And in immortal glory bloom!

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Irregular M. ANONYMOUS.

'I would not live alway.'
1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin ;

Temptation without, and corruption within :
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no - welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ;

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There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright

plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul,

483. L. M. 81.

BOWRING. The Hope of another Life. 1 IF all our hopes and all our fears

Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
If, - travellers through this vale of tears,-
We saw no better world beyond;
0, who could check the rising sigh,
What earthly thing could pleasure give ?
O, who could venture then to die?

Or, who could venture then to live?
2 Were life a dark and desert moor,

Where mist and clouds eternal spread
Their gloomy veil behind, before,
And tempests thunder overhead;
Where not a sunbeam breaks the gloom,
And not a floweret smiles beneath,-
Who could exist in such a tomb ?

Who, dwell in darkness and in death?
3 And such were life, without the ray

Of our divine religion given;
'Tis this that makes our darkness day,–
'Tis this that makes our earth a heaven.


Bright is the golden sun above,
And beautiful the flowers that bloom,
And all is joy, and all is love,
Reflected from the world to come.


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S. M.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.
1 How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies show, -

Each night thy truth record. 2 Thy goodness, like the sun,

Dawned on our early days, Ere infant reason had begun

To form our lips to praise. 3 But we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away

To realms of light and bliss.
4 There rapturous scenes of joy

Shall burst upon our sight;
And every pain, and tear, and sigh,

Be drowned in endless light. 5 Nor shall that radiant day,

So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away

Beneath the setting sun.
6 How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show,

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L. M.

ANONYMOUS. The World to come. 1 THERE is a world we have not seen,

That wasting time can ne'er destroy,
Where mortal footsteps hath not been,

Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy. 2 That world to come! and O how blest!

Fairer than prophets ever told;
And never did an angel-guest

One half its blessedness unfold. 3 It is all holy and serene, -

The land of glory and repose ;
And there, to dim the radiant scene,

No tear of sorrow ever flows.
4. It is not fanned by summer gale ;

'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers;
It never needs the moonbeam pale,

For there are known no evening hours. 5 No,- for this world is ever bright

With a pure radiance all its own;
The streams of uncreated light

Flow round it from th' eternal Throne. 6 There forms, unseen by mortal eye,

Too glorious for our sight to bear,
Are walking with their

God on high,
And waiting our arrival there.



1 Far from these scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

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