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J. LANGRAN.

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Thy doubting servant chide,

And bad'st the eye of sense behold
Thy wounded hands and side;

2 Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe To own Thee God and Lord,

And from His hour of darkness draw
A fuller faith's reward.

3 And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear,

O let us only lowlier bow

In self-distrusting fear;

4 And pray that we may never dare
Thy Spirit so to grieve;

But at the last their blessing share
Who see not, yet believe.

Mrs. Emma L. Toke.

H. J. GAUNTLETT.

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EAR Saviour of a dying world,
Where grief and change must be,

In the new grave where Thou wast laid
My heart lies down with Thee :

O not in cold despair of joy,

Or weariness of pain,

But in the hope, that shall not die,
To rise and live again.

f 2 I would arise in all Thy strength
My place on earth to fill;
To work out all my time of war
With love's unflinching will;
Firm against every doubt of Thee
For all my future way:
To walk in heaven's eternal light
Throughout the changing day.

mf 3 And then, there shall be yet an end; An end how full to bless!

How dear to those who watch for Thee
With human tenderness!

Then shall the saying come to pass
That makes our hope complete:
And, rising from the conquered grave,
Thy parted ones shall meet.

4 Yes, they shall meet, and face to face,
By heart to heart be known,
Clothed with Thy likeness, Lord of Life,
And perfect in their own:

For this corruptible must rise,

From its corruption free,

And this frail mortal must put on
Thine immortality.

f 5 Shine then, Thou resurrection Light,
Upon our sorrows shine;

The fulness of Thy joy be ours,
As all our griefs were Thine:
Now in this changing, dying life,
Our faded hopes restore,
Till, in Thy triumph perfected,
We taste of death no more.
Anna L. Waring.