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Oh! where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul? *Twere rain the ocean-depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole :
The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears,

There is a life above, l'nmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love : There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath ; O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!'


Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face,

And evermore undone :
Here would we end our quest ;

Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest

Of immortality.


“ SERVANT of God, well done!

Rest from thy loved employ ;
The battle fought, the victory won,

Enter thy Master's joy."

— The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame,

He fell,—but felt no fear.

Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field;
A veteran slumbering on his arms,

Beneath his red-cross shield.

His sword was in his hand,

Still warm with recent fight,
Ready that moment, at command,

Through rock and steel to smite.

It was a two-edged blade,

Of heavenly temper keen ;
And double were the wounds it made,

Where'er it glanced between :

'Twas death to sin,-'twas life

To all who mourned for sin ; It kindled, and it silenced, strife,

Made war, and peace, within.

Oft with its fiery force

His arm had quelled the foe, And laid, resistless in his course,

The alien armies low.

Bent on such glorious toils,

The world to him was loss ;
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils,

He hung upon the Cross.

At midnight came the cry,

To meet thy God prepare !” He woke, -and caught his Captain's eye ;

Then, strong in faith and prayer,

His spirit, with a bound,

Left its encumbering clay ;
His tent, at sun-rise, on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.

The pains of death are past,

Labour and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.

Soldier of Christ, well done !

Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run,

Rest in tby Saviour's joy.

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