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" BLESSED ARE THE DEAD THAT DIE IN THE LORD.”

In vain our fancy strives to paint

The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint,

When he resigns his breath.

One gentle sigh his fetters breaks ;

We scarce can say, he's gone,'
Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne,

Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,

To trace her heavenward flight ;
No eye can pierce within the veil

Which hides that world of light.

Thus much (and this is all) we know,

They are supremely blest ;
Have done with sin, and care, and woe,

And with their Saviour rest.

On harps of gold his name they praise,

His presence always view ;-
And if we here their footsteps trace,

There we shall praise Him too.

" THY HAND WAS HEAVY UPON ME.”

I ASKED the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace ;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

'Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer;
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favoured hour,
At once He'd answer my request;
And, by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

“ Lord, why is this ?” I trembling cried, “Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death ?”“ 'Tis in this way!” the Lord replied, “I answer prayer for grace and faith.”

“ These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou mayest seek thy all in Me."

“ MY PRESENCE SHALL GO WITH THEE.”

That man no guard or weapon needs,
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows;
But safe may pass, if duty leads,
Through burning sands, or mountain snows.

Released from guilt, he feels no fear;
Redemption is his shield and tower ;
He sees his Saviour always near,
To help in every trying hour.

Though I am weak, and Satan strong,
And often to assault me tries;
When Jesus is my strength and song,
Abashed the wolf before me flies.

His love possessing, I am blest,
Secure whatever change may come:
Whether I go to east or west,
With Him I shall be still at home.

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