This world and its glory, and all we hold dear,
Though shining in beauty, must soon disappear;
A moment they glitter, then fade to the eye,
Like meteors of night that dash over the sky.
Home, home. sweet, sweet home!
There's nothing that fades in the home of the soul!
Though pleasure's rich cluster may temptingly glow,
In the frost of the grave no flowers shall grow;
And homes that we loved, deserted become,
And fond ones we cherish, shall sleep in the tomb.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
No parting is known in the home of the soul!
Then give me a home far away in the skies,
Where hope never withers, where love never dies!
The home of the Christian, where pilgrims are blest,
And th' exiles of earth shall be ever at rest.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
The bosom of God is THE HOME OF THE SOUL!
wake, then, from sorrow, arise from despair; The night has been long, but the morning is fair.
Exult, for the day-star from heaven is shining;
The reign of delusion is over and gone;
Love, peace, joy and hope are their tendrils entwining,
And justice and mercy combining in one.
Awake, then, from sorrow-arise from despair,
The night has been long-but the morning is fair.
No more shall the wanderer, groping in error,
His vision beclouded in darkness and night,
View life in despair, and the future with terror,-
The beams of salvation have burst on the sight!
Awake, then, from sorrow-arise from despair-
The night has been long-but the morning is fair.
Rejoice! for the earth is resuming her splendor,
The flowers of Eden are blooming anew;
The tyrant of darkness his throne shall surrender,
And freedom revisit the Gentile and Jew.
Awake, then, from sorrow-arise from despair
The night has been long-but the morning is fair. L. C. B.
is there no hea. ven here below, No hope for the wounded
hallowing spot where content has birth, And where
O is it not written, Believe and live!
The heart, by bright hopes allured,
Shall find the comfort these words can give,
And be by its faith assured.
Then why should we fear the cold world's frown,
When truth to the heart has given, The light of religion to guide us on, In joy to the paths of heaven!
There is, there is, in thy holy word,
Thy word which can ne'er depart,
There is a promise of mercy stored
For them who are lowly of heart.
"My yoke is easy, my burden light-
O come unto me for rest!"
This, this is the promise of mercy stored,
For the wounded and weary breast.
How sweet to the soul is the still small voice
We hear from the throne above!
It bids us in faith and hope rejoice
In God and his boundless love!
Though bowed by the weight of earthly woe,
It bids us be strong in him;
And upward we look, and behold the bow
Of promise, which ne'er is dim.
Though darkness may brood around awhile,
And shadow our way in gloom,
The light of his truth ere long will smile,
And joy in our pathway bloom.
Then let us attend the still small voice
Which speaks from the throne above!
And ever confiding in God, rejoice
In him and his boundless love!
We come-and here, as one in heart,
O Lord! we bow before thee!
Thy holy grace and truth impart,
And here unveil thy glory.
Thy constant care, in ceaseless love,
Our faithful Friend displays thee;
And we will join with hosts above,
In songs of joy to praise thee.
With tokens of thy might and skill,
Creation round is glowing;
And streams of blessing and good-will
Through nature wide are flowing-
But in thy word our faith beholds,
Thy most endearing favor;
For there the light of truth unfolds
The blessing of a Saviour.
O may thy loving-kindness draw
All people to adore thee;
And may we ever love thy law,
And walk redeemed before thee.
And when the hand of death shall come,
The ties of earth to sever,
May we, in our celestial home,
Enjoy thy love forever.
Eternal God of truth above!
Bless thou the promise spoken;
And never may these bonds of love
By aught of ill be broken.
O ever may these plighted hearts,
Thy holy grace possessing,
Enjoy the bliss thy peace imparts,
In everlasting blessing.
In light and shadow, weal and woe,
In action and emotion,
Be ever theirs the joy to know
Of never-changed devotion. O may remembrance of this hour, Inspire a charm for ever, Whose kindling glow and holy power Shall be forgotten never.
In thee, O Lord, be theirs to find
Their light, and joy, and glory; And loving thee with heart and mind, In wisdom walk before thee. So may they feel a heaven below, With thee in pure communion, And be at last received to know The joys of endless union.
earth, the great Creator reigneth,
holy, Hosts of re- deemed are shouting holy, holy, Lord God Al
We in rejoicing join the thrilling chorus,
Blending our voices with the holy anthem,
Shouting forever to his praise and glory,—
O hallelujah!
Nor life nor death from his rich love can sever,-
His by creation-his in free redemption;
Join in his praises, shouting holy, holy,
When we behold him on his throne of glory,
Blessing each nation, kindred, tongue and people,
We will adore him, shouting in our triumph,
High o'er the heaven of heavens I saw, and trembled,
O God of gods, thy robes of sacred splendor!
Thunders cherubic shouting, Holy! holy!
Drop down, ye heavens, and pour a flood of glory;
Ye shades of death, the dawn of life approaches;
Mortals shall learn the music of thy thunders,
Infinite Goodness!
Rise from the dust, arrayed in godlike beauty,
O Solyma! immortal joys await thee:
See thy lost race, burst from their chains of darkness,
Crowned with salvation.
Shout, ye loud winds, the universal triumph;
Sing to the world, thy God, thy God descendeth,
Lifts his high hand, and swears, I live for ever,
Live, thy Redeemer!
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