4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 't were wrong to deplore thee, When God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee, Where death has no sting, since the Saviour has died. 139 S. M. WILSON. Death of a Young Girl. 1 WHAT though the stream be dead, It murmureth now o'er a lovelier bed, 2 What though our bird of light 3 True that our beauteous doe But purer now in heavenly snow, 4 O star! untimely set! Why should we weep for thee! 140 C. M. WILSON. Consolations in Bereavement. 1 THE air of Death breathes through our souls, By day and night the death-bell tolls, 2 The loving ones we loved the best, And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, 3 But not when the death-prayer is said, 4 At holy midnight voices sweet, 5 We know who sends the visions bright, 6 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, We think of Thee, and feel in death 7 Dim is the light of vanished years O idle grief! O foolish tears! 141 C. M. ANONYMOUS. Death of the Young. 1 CALM on the bosom of thy God, 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! They that have seen thy look in death, 3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, 142 L. M. ANONYMOUS. Death of an Enfant. 1 As the sweet flower that scents the morn, But withers in the rising day, Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, 3 It died to sin, it died to cares, But for a moment felt the rod: O mourner! such, the Lord declares, 143 10s. M. MONTGOMERY. Death of a Christian in his Prime. 1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, A Christian cannot die before his time, 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; 3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 4 Go to the grave:—no, take thy seat above; 144 S. M. MONTGOMERY. On the Death of an aged Christian. 1 SERVANT of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ; 2 The voice of midnight came, A mortal arrow pierced his frame - 3 Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, 4 The pains of death are past; And, life's long warfare closed at last, 5 Soldier of Christ, well done! |