"IF YE LOVED ME, YE WOULD REJOICE, BECAUSE

I GO UNTO MY FATHER."

FORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear
That mourns thy exit from a world like this;
Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here,
And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss.

No more confined to grovelling scenes of night,
No more a tenant pent in mortal clay;
Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight,
And track thy journey to the realms of day.

"THERE SHALL BE NO NIGHT THERE."

FAR from these narrow scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise;

And realms of infinite delight,
Unseen by mortal eyes.

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

No cloud these blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.

There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's imperfect ray,

But glory, from the sacred throne,

Spreads everlasting day.

Fair distant land! could now our eyes
But half its charms explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more !

Oh, may the heav'nly vision fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION."

My God, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brighter days,

And comfort of my nights.

In darkest shades if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's sweet morning star,

And Thou my rising sun.

The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shews His heart is mine,
And whispers, I am His.

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way

T'embrace my dearest Lord.

Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.