Life from the dead is

"FOR ever with the Lord!"

So, Jesus! let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word; "Tis immortality.

Here, in the body pent,

Absent from thee I roam: Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

2 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul! how near,
At times to faith's aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear!
"For ever with the Lord!"
Father, if 't is thy will,

The promise of thy gracious word
Ev'n here to me fulfill.

3 So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the vail in twain,

By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord!"

James Montgomery.

1148

"Nearer."

ONE Sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er,-
Nearer my home, to-day, am I
Than e'er I've been before.
Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be;
Nearer to-day the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.

2 Nearer the bound of life,

Where burdens are laid down; Nearer to leave the heavy cross: Nearer to gain the crown.

But, lying dark between,

Winding down through the night, There rolls the deep and unknown stream That leads at last to light.

3 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet
Are slipping on the brink,
And I, to-day, am nearer home,-
Nearer than now I think.
Father, perfect my trust!

Strengthen my power of faith!
Nor let me stand, at last, alone
Upon the shore of death.

Phoebe Cary, alt.

1149 Death of a Veteran.

SERVANT of God, well done!

Rest from thy loved employ:

The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy!
The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame;
He fell, but felt no fear.

2 At midnight came the cry,

"To meet thy God prepare!"

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
His spirit with a bound

Left its encumbering clay:

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground
A darkened ruin lay.

FOR all thy saints, O Lord,

Who strove in Christ to live,
Who followed him, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.
For all thy saints, O God,

Accept our thankful cry,

Who counted Christ their great reward, And yearned for him to die.

2 Thy mystic members fit

To join thy saints above,

In one unmixed communion knit,
And fellowship of love.
They all, in life and death,

With thee, their Lord, in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do.

3 For this thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness,

And live and die in thee. To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit, ever blest,

The One in Three, the Three in One,

Be endless praise addressed.

Richard Mant.

VOX ANGELICA. P. M.

J. B. DYKES.

o-cean's wave-beat shore:

ST. ALBINUS. 78, 88.

H. J. GAUNTLETT.

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