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DODDRID&R. To God pertain the issues of Life and Death. 1 SOVEREIGN of life ! before thine eye,
Lo! mortal men by thousands die:
The proudest brow that wears a crown. 2 Banished at once from human sight
To the dark grave's mysterious night,
Conduct me through this gloomy land,
And follow where he leads the way. 4 The friendly band again shall meet,
Again exchange the welcome sweet;
Is equal warning given :
Above us is the heaven!
Their bones are in the clay;
Ourselves may be as they.
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And dreams of days to come ?
He lurks in every flower;
Its peril every hour.
Or clouds that roll successive on,
And while we gaze their forms are gone. 2 “ He lived, -- he died ;” behold the sum,
The abstract of the historian's page!
The infant's day, the patriarch's age.
The boundless years and ages lie;
And use the moments as they fly;
With wise designs and virtuous deeds; And bid us wake from death's dark night,
To share the glory that succeeds.
My trembling soul shall stand,
Great God, at thy command, -
2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme
Whose arm alone can save,
The entrance to the grave.
Beneath my sinking head,
Illume my dying bed.
What timorous worms we mortals are !
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 past.
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Thy love, through each revolving year,
2 Free us from death's terrific gloom,
And all the fear which shrouds the tomb,
Before we sink among the dead.
May death be life, when life shall end !
The latest in our latest hour;
To slumber in the arms of death :
E’en till my last expiring breath.
And I shall enter endless rest:
And bless thy name forever blest.
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Before my spirit hence depart.
Thou must go forth alone,
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Thou must go forth alone, my soul,-.
To tread the narrow vale,
His comforts shall not fail.
Along the darksome way;
His warm and gladsome ray.
Shall rise amidst the gloom,
The shadows of the tomb.
To meet thy God above :
He is a God of love.
Across the dreary road,
In heaven's serene abode.
7s. & 4s. M. MRS. GILBERT
Prayer for Support in Death.
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Break the shadows,
Bid my waiting soul aspire