And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb,

"For ever with the Lord!”.

10 The tomb shall echo deep

That death-awakening sound;
The saints shall hear it in their sleep,
And answer from the ground.

11 Then, upward as they fly,
That resurrection-word,
Shall be their shout of victory,
"For ever with the Lord!"

12 That resurrection-word,
That shout of victory,

Once more,-"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen; so let it be!

320.

THE VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

C. M.

Saxony-Revelation-Prestwich.

1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the holy dead;

Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their lowly bed.

2 They sleep in Jesus, and are blessed,
How kind their slumbers are!

From sufferings and from sins released, And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

321.

THE WHITE-ROBED COMPANY.

St. Asaph-New York-Woolwich Common.

C. M.

1 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array?

How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

2 Lo! these are they from suff'rings great, Who came to realms of light,

And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright.

3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amidst
The glories of the sky.

4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every mouth to sing:

By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannahs ring.

5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;

God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day.

6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne Shall o'er them still preside;

Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

7 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from ev'ry eye
Shall wipe off ev'ry tear.

322.

O GRAVE, WHERE IS THY VICTORY? C. M. St. Nicholas-St. Gregory-Bedford.

1 When the last trumpet's awful voice This rending earth shall shake,

When op'ning graves shall yield their charge,

And dust to life awake;

2 Those bodies that corrupted fell
Shall incorrupted rise,

And mortal forms shall spring to life
Immortal in the skies.

3 Behold, what heav'nly prophets sung
Is now at last fulfilled,

That death should yield his ancient reign
And vanquished quit the field.

4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice,
And thus begin to sing;

O Grave! where is thy triumph now? And where, O Death! thy sting? 5 Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt, 'Twas this that arm'd thy dart; The law gave sin its strength and force To pierce the sinner's heart:

6 But God, whose name be ever blessed! Disarms that foe we dread,

And makes us conqu'rors when we die,
Through Christ our living head.

7 Then steadfast let us still remain,
Though dangers rise around,
And in the work prescribed by God
Yet more and more abound;

8 Assured that though we labour now,
We labour not in vain,

But, through the grace of heaven's great Lord,

Th' eternal crown shall gain.

323.

THE BETTER COUNTRY.
St. Asaph-New York-Prospect.
1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

C. M.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

324.

WHAT IS HEAVEN?

Vienna Tye-Fairfield.

C. M.

double.

1 Is heaven a clime where diamond dews

Glitter on fadeless flowers,