PHOEBE CARY. S. W. STRAUB. a 1. One sweetly solemn thought I'm nearer to my Nearer my Father's Comes to me o'er and o'er; parting hour Thane'er I've been before. house, Where many mansions be; 2. Nearer my going home, Leaving my cross Lay - ing my burden down, of heavy grief, Wearing my star-ry crown. trust, Strengthen my fee-ble faith; O give thanks unto the God of gods; For his mer-cy en-dureth for - ev-er. great wonders; For his mer-cy en-dureth for-ev-er. To him that stretched out the earth above the waters; For his mercy en-dureth for-ev-er. To him who alone doeth Amen. 1. This book is all that's left me now, Tears will un- bid-den start; With fal-tering lip and 2. Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear; Who round the hearth-stone 3. My father read this holy book To broth-ers, sis-ters, dear;-How calm was my poor 4. Thou truest friend man ever knew, Thy con- stan-cy I've tried; When all were false I've las! was his fall; but he died at his post. Soon, a las! was his fall; but he died at his post. 2 The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest 4 He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse: bloom, One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb: For in ardor he led in the van of the host, And he fell like a soldier, he died at his post. 3 He wept not, himself, that his warfare was done: The battle was fought, and the victory won; But he whispered of those whom his heart loved the most, "Tell my brethren for me, that I died at my post." 1413 5 He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse; But he asked as a boon,-this he coveted most That his brethren might know that he died at his post. How can we the words of our brother forget? THE BURIAL OF MRS. JUDSON. (Published by request.) Anon L. HEATH. |