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C. H. M. JANE TAYLOR,
What is your Life?
That blossoms and is gone;
With all its beauty on:
It cuts the lovely flower away.
That glistens in the sky:
But while we look, they die:
To-morrow it may disappear.
In humble praise and prayer,
We feel no anxious care:
MEETING AND PARTING. 1065.
Let us now ourselves commend
Of our ever-present Friend.
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep,
All our souls in safety keep.
Sweeten every cross and pain;
Till we meet on earth again.
1066. 88 & 7s. sPeculiar.1 PARTING GIFT.
Hope of Meeting.
Though sure to meet to-morrow,
We feel a pang of sorrow.
We shed when thus we sever,
To part, perhaps, forever?
A sacred hope is given,
We'll meet again in heaven.
Which time can ne'er dissever, Since, parting in a Saviour's love,
We part to meet forever. 1067. C. M.
Anon. Hope of Reunion above. 1 WHEN floating on life's troubled sea,
By storms and tempests driven, Hope, with her radiant finger, points
To brighter scenes in heaven.
The troubled breast be calm ;
Religion's healing balm.
Of sadness and of gloom;
To joys beyond the tomb.
And life's last hour draws near, With still unwearied wing she hastes
To wipe the falling tear. 5 She bids the anguished heart rejoice:
Though earthly ties are riven, We still may hope to meet again In yonder peaceful heaven.
Our hearts in Christian love;
Is like to that above.
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our comforts and our cares.
Our mutual burdens bear;
The sympathizing tear.
It gives us inward pain;
And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
And longs to see the day.
And sin, we shall be free,
Through all eternity.
To great Jehovah's name;
When we his love proclaim.
In pain awhile to part;
And gladness fills our heart.
Our feet from every snare,
4 0, may the Spirit's quickening power
Now sanctify our joy,
Our talents to employ. .
Soon shall our wanderings cease;
A farnily of peace. 1070. 6s & 58. [Peculiar.] SEL. Hymns.
Reunion in Heaven.
Meet ne'er to sever?
Round us forever?
Never — no, never!
Pure as life's river ?
Never - no, never!
Take us, dear Saviour;
Never - no, never!
Meet ne'er to sever;
Round us forever:
1071. . L. M.
WATTS. Men die, but the Saviour lives. 1 IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Impairs our strength amid the race ;
Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare, gracious Lord, O, spare, we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon:
And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrows shall assuage “ Our Father and our Saviour lives;
Thou art the same through every age.” 4 Before thy face thy church shall live,
And on thy throne thy children reign; This fading world shall they survive,
And rise to glorious life again.
WATTS. Death disarmed. 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
Fright our approaching souls away;
Fond of our prison and our clay.
My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly, fearless, through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,