But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, for the sinless has died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died! 157. The Death of a Teacher. 12's & 11's M. Scotland. 1 THOUGH lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road; All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy 2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises de lighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love; DEATH OF A PUPIL. 158, 159. And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, Thou wilt love him, and praise him, in heaven above. 3 And there may we meet when life shall be ended, All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, And there may our prayers together be blended In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven. 158. The Death of a Teacher. C. M. Woodstock. 1 FAREWELL, dear friend! a long farewell! Till we are raised with thee to dwell 2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead! 3 But is he dead?—Oh, no, he lives! To heaven above; and there receives 4 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,— 159. And when we meet, no tongue can tell The Death of a Pupil. Windham. 1 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat, Will join our youthful throng no more, 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 160. 4 And we live on; but none can say, 5 God tells us, by this mournful death, The Death of a Pupil. Woodstock. 1 WE come our Sabbath hymn to raise, C. M. One voice is hushed, its notes of praise 2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, 3 We will not weep; for Jesus said, But pray that our young hearts be led 161. 162. THIS WORLD NOT OUR HOME, 161, 162. Thoughts on Death, 1 LET children never fear To leave this world of ours, To close their eyes to beauty here, 2 Beyond the hills that stand There is a brighter, purer land, 3 No mortal step can tread S. M. No mortal voice can there be heard, 4 And thither soars the soul, When life's brief day is done,- 5 Then shall we turn away, When God would call us home? Lord! at thy call we come. This World not our Home. C. M. Ballerma. 1 I KNOW that earth is not the home, Where I must always stay; I only here awhile shall roam, 2 Earth is the school where I must learn 3 Here I must purify my heart, 4 That I may pure and holy rise Far, far beyond the starry skies, 163. Jordan. Heaven. C. M. Watts. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink, And linger, shivering, on the brink, |