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599. The Longing for Death.
C.M. 1. HOW gently flow the silent years,
The seasons one by one !
That life must soon be done.
() self more weary still !
That none but God can fill !
That makes us wish to die;
From out eternity.
No heart of man can tell
For those who love Him well.
Upon that happy shore;
We crave for something more.
Even the joys above ;
Is likest Him we love.
Dare we desire to die;
Were scarce a hero's prayer ;
And glory grows as grace matures,
And patience loves to bear.
9. And yet we long and long to die,
We covet to be free;
F. W. Faber.
The Final Rest.
O FAITHFUL heart! sweet peace hast thou
In God's eternal bosom now !
2. The love thaí was thy life while here
Is now thy heavenly atmosphere ;
3. So then we cry, Farewell and Hail !
Brave heart, thy work shall never fail,
Charles T. Brooks.
From God to God. 184.108.40.206.8.8.
Who break'st in love this mortal chain;
And death becomes my chiefest gain.
7.7.7. 1. THOU inevitable day,
When a voice to me shall say,
Gird thee, and make ready fast
For thy longest and thy last.”
In impenetrable night,
Who may guess of thee aright? 4. Art thou distant, art thou near ?
Wilt thou seem more dark or clear,
Day with more of hope or fear?
God our helper ! stand Thou by,
R. C. Trench.
220.127.116.11.D. INTO the eternal shadow
That girds our life around,
Wherewith Death's shore is bound,
And we were mean to weep,
And dost possess the Deep.
The dusky cloud of clay
Is rent and blown away :
To earth we gave thy body,
Thy spirit to the sky,
And knew that thou must fly.
For nothing comes between
The seen and the unseen ;
The silence bursts apart,
James Russell Lowell.
The Silent Land.
The common way once more is passed
To fuller life and love beyond.
What hear the ears that death hath sealed ?
Requites the loss of all we know?
Enough, if there alone be love!
J. G. Whittier.
The Evening of Life. II.10.11.6. 1. WHEN on my day of life the night is falling,
And, in the winds from unsunned places blown,
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
My feet to paths unknown;
2. Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant,
Leave not its tenant when its walls decay ;
Be Thou my strength and stay.
3. Be near me when all else is from me driftingEarth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and
The love which answers mine.
4. I have but Thee, my Father ! let Thy spirit
In that dread hour my sinking heart uphold ; Then my frail life in Thine, though nought I merit, For evermore unfold.
J. G. Whittier and W. Whitwell.
606. The Shadows of Death.
The evening hours roll on ;
Will sink the setting sun.
2. So, round my path, life's mysteries
Their deepening shadows throw;
They dark and darker grow.
I feel the light is near ;
God's voice I seem to hear.