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And points the silent shaft of death,

Which speeds an infant to the tomb, — 5 No passion fierce, no low desire,

Has quenched the radiance of the flame ;
Back to its God the living fire

Returns, unsullied, as it came. 495.

L. M.

ANONYMOUS.
Death of an Infunt.
I AS the sweet flower that scents the morn,

But withers in the rising day,
Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,

Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul

Had ever burnt with wrong desires,
Had ever spurned at Heaven's control,

Or ever quenched its sacred fires. 3 It died to sin, it died to cares,

But for a moment felt the rod :
O mourner ! such, the Lord declares,

Such are the children of our God !
496.
C. M.

STEELE. " Death of a young Person. 1 WHEN blooming youth is snatched away

By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,

Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

0, may this truth, impressed
With awful power, “1, too, must die,”

Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world delude no more ;

Behold the opening tomb !
It bids us seize the present hour, —
To-morrow death may come.

4 Great God, thy sovereign grace in part,

With cleansing, healing power ;
This only can prepare the heart

For death's surprising hour.
497.
L. M.

S. WESLEY.
The Young cut off in their Prime.
I THE morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,

As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipped by the wind's untimely blast,

Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colors shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine ;
Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,

If heaven must recompense our pains :
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,

If firm the word of God remains. 498. 8 & 7s. M. S. F. Smith.

Interment of a pious young Female.
1 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,

Pleasant as the air of evening,

When it floats among the trees.
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, -

Peaceful in the grave so low;
Thou no more wilt join our number ;

Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us ;

Here thy loss we deeply feel ;
But 't is God that hath bereft us :

He can all our sorrows heal.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,

When the day of life is Aed,
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,

Where no farewell tear is shed.

499.

C. M. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

Burial of a Friend
| AS, bowed by sudden storms, the rose

Sinks on the garden's breast,
Down to the grave our brother goes,

In silence there to rest.
2 No more with us his tuneful voice

The hymn of praise shall swell ;
No more his cheerful heart rejoice

When peals the Sabbath bell.
3 Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere,

Amid a sinless throng,
He utters in his Saviour's ear

The everlasting song, –
4 No more we'll mourn the absent friend,

But lift our earnest prayer,
And daily every effort bend
To rise and join him there.

DALE.

500.

C. M.

Death of a Christian.
1 DEAR as thou wert, and justly dear,

We will not weep for thee :
One thought shall check the starting tear,

It is, that thou art free.
2 And thus shall faith's consoling power

The tears of love restrain :
O, who that saw thy parting hour

Could wish thee here again !
3 Triumphant in thy closing eye

The hope of glory shone ;
Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh,

To think the race was run.
4 The passing spirit gently Aed,

Sustained by grace divine ;
0, may such grace on us be shed,

And make our end like thine. 501.

75. M.

J. H. BANCRO
The Christian's Burial. .
1 BROTHER, though from yonder sky

Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day

Every pain hath passed away.
2 Not for thee shall tears be given,

Child of God and heir of heaven ;
For he gave thee sweet release ;

Thine the Christian's death of peace.
3 Well we know thy living faith

Had the power to conquer death ;
As a living rose may bloom

By the border of the tomb.
4 Brother, in that solemn trust
We commend thee, dust to dust;

In that faith we wait, till, risen,

Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.
5 While we weep as Jesus wept,

Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept ;
With thy Saviour thou shalt rest,

Crowned, and glorified, and blest. 502.

75. M.

ANONYMOUS.
Funeral Hymn.
1 CLAY to clay, and dust to dust!

Let them mingle, — for they must !
Give to earth the earthly clod,

For the spirit 's fled to God.
2 Never more shall midnight's damp

Darken round this mortal lamp ;
Never more shall noonday's glance

Search this mortal countenance.
3 Deep the pit and cold the bed,

Where the spoils of death are laid :
Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom,

Of man's melancholy tomb.
4 Look aloft! The spirit 's risen ;-

Death cannot the soul imprison :
'T is in heaven that spirits dwell,

Glorious, though invisible.
5 Thither let us turn our view :

Peace is there, and comfort too :
There shall those we love be found,

Tracing joy's eternal round. 503.

C. P. M. W. Boston Coll.

The dying Christian.
1 WHEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who lived averse from sin !

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