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Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquer'd there!
Walk in the light! and thou shalt see
A path, though thorny, bright;
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God Himself is light.

"I LAY IT DOWN OF MYSELF."

HE wept by Lazarus' grave-how will He bear
This bed of anguish? and His pale form
Is worn with many a watch

Of sorrow and unrest.

Oh! fill the bowl! benumb His aching sense With medicined sleep.-Oh! awful in Thy woe! The parched thirst of death

Is on Thee, and Thou triest

The slumb❜rous potion bland, and wilt not drink! Not sullen nor in scorn, like haughty man

With suicidal hand

Putting His solace by :

But as at first, thine all-pervading look

Saw from Thy Father's bosom to th' abyss,

Measuring in calm presage

The infinite descent ;

So to the end, though now of mortal pangs

Made heir, and emptied of Thy glory awhile, With unaverted eye

Thou meetest all the storm.

BEHOLD, HE PRAYETH!"

SWEET is the prayer, whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,

And warm and warmer grows:

Faith grasps the blessings she desires;
Hope points the upward gaze;
And love, celestial love inspires
The eloquence of praise.

But sweeter far the still small voice,

Heard by no human ear;

When God has made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear;

Deep in the Bethel of the heart,

Unearthly feelings throb;

They cannot into language start,

Their only vent, a sob.

No accents flow, no words ascend,
All utterance faileth there;
But sainted spirits comprehend,

And God accepts, the prayer.

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