692. 603 Join we then with one accord C. M. The Mourner Comforted. 1 O, WEEP not for the joys that fade KNOWLES For hopes that, like the stars decayed, 20 weep not for the friends tha. pass As breezes sweep the withered grass For though thy pleasures may depart C. M. Consolations in Bereavement. WILSON 1 THE air of death breathes through our souls By day and night the death-bell tolls, 2 The loving ones we loved the best, And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, 3 But not when the death-prayer is said, 4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, We think of thee, and feel in death 5 Dim is the light of vanished years O idle grief! O foolish tears! 604. S. M. CH PSALMO Y 1 The Peaceful Death of the Righteous O, FOR the death of those 3 With us their names shall live 394 605 L. M. 61. SARAH F. ADAMS. “And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.” 1 THE mourners came at break of day With darkened hearts to weep and pray. 2 Then mourn we not beloved dead, E'en while we come to weep and pray To brighter realms of endless day; 606. SUBMISSION AD RELIANCE. C. M. "Trust ye in the Lord!' ANONYMOUS 1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, I cling, O Father, to thy throne, 2 When clouds of dark temptation rise To thee for aid I turn my eyes, And fix my trust on thee. 3 When death invades my peaceful home. A closer bond in time to come To bind my heart to thee 607. Lord,-"Not my will but thine be done!" Her faith shall anchor at thy throne, Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126. 1 THE darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, And nature pours forth all her tears. 2 But seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown: 3 In secret foldings they contain 4 Then shall the trembling mourner come 608. nd bind his sheaves and bear them home; The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring. L M. 61. "He is able to save unto the uttermost GRANT 1 WHEN Vexing houghts within me rise 609 2 When, mourning, o'er some stone i bend And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Thou, Saviour, inark'st the tears I shed, 3 And oh, when I have safely past C. M. Goa, the Refuge of the Afflicted. 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, COTTON. Where w..ve resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save. 2 When darkness and when sorrows rose The Lord hath stil. sustained our steps 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, 4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes He's more to us than all the world, |