his loss. I hope they will all be prepared to meet him in a better world. The Sabbath school again joined the procession, and formed with the rest of the mourners a circle around his grave, while the following beautiful hymn by Miss Steele was sung. "The once loved form, now cold and dead, And nature weeps her comforts fled, But wait the interposing gloom, And lo! stern winter flies: And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom, The flow'ry tribes arise. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore, And bloom to fade no more. Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears; Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, And joys which cannot die." The mourners then took their last look of the little coffin, which held the remains of one who was so dear to them, and left the grave, "sorrowing not as those who have no hope;" but looking forward to the glorious day, when "this corruptible shall put on incorruption, and this mortal shall put on immortality;" and when the lifeless corpse, which they had just committed to the tomb, would be restored "Farewell-Farewell-I am going to Jesus."-p. 63. Farewell! my father, for I go To a still dearer friend; And far above this world of wo My spirit shall ascend; To my Redeemer I shall quickly rise, Who bought for me a mansion in the skies. Mother, farewell! thy tears for me Are shed, but shed in vain ; The cause of so much pain, That I am going to a happier home, Where thou thyself, dear mother, soon wilt come? Kind sisters, too, farewell! farewell! I'm hastening with my Lord to dwell, Will you not join me in the world above, Brother, beloved, farewell to thee! I'm going far away, My God, my Saviour calls for me, And I must not delay. Oh! love the Saviour too,-make him your friend, His love is perfect, and will never end. |