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• What if his hand were nigh to save

From endless death thy days?' - The soul he ransomed from the grave

Should live but to his praise.'

• Rise then, O rise, his health embrace,

With heavenly strength renewed ; And such as is thy Saviour's grace,

Such be thy gratitude.'


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Lo, the lilies of the field,
How their leaves instruction yield!
Hark to nature's lesson given
By the blessed birds of Heaven.
Every bush and tusted tree
Warbles sweet philosophy ;
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow :
God provideth for the morrow,

Say, with richer crimson glows
The kingly mantle than the rose ?
Say, have kings more wholesome fare
Than we poor citizens of air?
Barns nor hoarded grain have we,
Yet we carol merrily.
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow.
« One there lives whose guardian eye
Guides our hurnble destiny:
One there lives, who Lord of all,
Keeps our feathers lest they fall :
Pass we blithely, then, the time,
Fearless of the snare and lime,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow;
God provideth for the morrow.'


WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lainentation ;

Weep not, O widow, weep not hopelessly : Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation,

Strong is the word of God to succor thee.

Bear forth the cold corpse slowly,slowly bear him:

Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him :

Widowed and childless, she has lost her all.

Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our

weeping ? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed ? • Set down the bier—he is not dead, but sleeping. • Young man, arise !?-He spake, and was


Change, then, O sad one, grief to exultation,

Worship and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation,

Strong was the word of God to succor thee.



O blest were the accents of early creation, When the Word of Jehovah came down from

above : In the clods of the earth to infuse animation,

And wake their cold atoms to life and to love.

And mighty the tones which the firmament

rended, When on wheels of the thunder, and wings of

the wind, By lightning, and hail, and thick darkness at.

tended, He uttered on Sinai his laws to mankind.

And sweet was the voice of the First-born of

heaven, (Though poor his apparel, though earthly his

form,) Who said to the mourner, · Thy sins are for

given,' Be whole,' to the sick,--and · Be still, to the the storm.

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0, Judge of the world, when arrayed in thy glory,

Thy summons again shall be heard from on high, While nature stands trembling and naked before

thee, And waits on thy sentence to live or to die ;

When the heaven shall fly fast from the sound

of thy thunder, And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow languid

and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleave

asunder, In the hour of thy terrors, let mercy prevail.


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