4. His voice I hear above me ;
It says-Wait, Trust, and Pray;
The night will soon be over,

And light will come with day.

5. Father! the light and darkness
Are both alike to Thee :
Then, to Thy waiting servant,
Alike they both shall be.

6. That great unending future,
I cannot pierce its shroud,
But I nothing doubt, nor tremble;
God's bow is on the cloud.

7. To Him I yield my spirit;
On Him I lay my load;

Fear ends with death; beyond it
I nothing see but God.

8. Thus moving towards the darkness,
I calmly wait His call,
Seeing and fearing nothing,
Hoping and trusting all.

Samuel Greg.

607.

. I.

The Loneliness of Death.

1. THOU must go forth alone, my soul;
Thou must go forth alone,—

To other scenes, to other worlds,
That mortal hath not known.

2. Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
To tread the narrow vale;

But He, whose word is sure, hath said
His comforts shall not fail.

C.M.

608.

I.

609.

3. Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
To meet thy God above;

But shrink not; He hath said, my soul,
He is a God of love.

4. His rod and staff shall comfort thee

Across the dreary road,

Till thou shalt join the blessed ones
In heaven's serene abode.

Our Dead.

M. A. Jevons.

C.M.

E cannot think of them as dead

WE

Who walk with us no more;
Along the path of life we tread,

They have but gone before.

2. The Father's house is mansioned fair
Beyond our vision dim ;

All souls are His, and here or there,
Are living unto Him.

3. And still their silent ministries
Within our hearts have place,

As when on earth they walked with us
And met us face to face.

4. Ours are they by an ownership
Nor time nor death can free;

For God hath given to love to keep
Its own eternally.

Fought a Good Fight.

F. L. Hosmer.

I. CALMLY, calmly lay him down :
He hath fought a noble fight,
He hath battled for the right,
He hath won the fadeless crown.

75.

2. Memories, all too bright for tears,
Crowd around us from the past;

He was faithful to the last,
Faithful through long toilsome years.

3. All that makes for human good,
Freedom, righteousness, and truth,—
These the objects of his youth,
Unto age he still pursued.

4. Meek and gentle was his soul,
Yet it had a glorious might;
Clouded minds it filled with light,
Wounded spirits it made whole.
5. Hoping, trusting, lay him down.
Many in the realms above
Look for him with eyes of love,
Wreathing his immortal crown.

William Gaskell.

The Death of a Comrade.

I. CAPTAIN and Saviour of the host

Of Christian chivalry;

We bless Thee for our comrade true,
Now summoned up to Thee.

2. We bless Thee for his every step
In faithful following Thee;

And for his good fight fought so well,
And crowned with victory.

3. We bless Thee that his humble love
Hath met with such regard :

We bless Thee for his blessedness,
And for his rich reward.

C.M.

610.

George Rawson.

611.

I.

Trust in Death.

LORD, it belongs not to my care

Whether I die or live;

To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

2. If death shall bruise this springing seed,
Before it come to fruit;

The will with Thee goes for the deed;
Thy life was in the root.

3. If in the path of grief I tread,

Christ's footsteps too are there;
Those footsteps take away my dread,
For I His light shall share.

4. Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;

For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?

5. My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

C.M.

612.

Richard Baxter, 1681.

The Vision of Faith.

I. MY Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear.

S.M.

613.

I.

2. Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

3. Yet clouds will intervene
And all my prospect flies;
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

4. Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart
Expands the bow of peace.

5. Beneath its glowing arch

Along the hallow'd ground,
I see angelic armies march,
A camp of fire around.

6. I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.

7. Then, then I feel that He,
Remembered or forgot,

The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

James Montgomery.

JER

The New Jerusalem.

ERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?

C.M.