Where the mourner weeping
Sheds the secret tear,
God his watch is keeping,

Though none else be near.

2 God will never leave thee,
All thy wants he knows
Feels the pains that grieve thee,
Sees thy cares and woes.
Raise thine eyes to heaven
When thy spirits quail,
When by tempests driven,
Heart and courage fail.

3 When in grief we languish,
He will dry the tear,
Who his children's anguish
Soothes with succour near.
All our woe and sadness,
In this world below,
Balance not the gladness

We in heaven shall know.

4*Heavenly Father, hear us!
While on earth below,
Be thou ever near us,
All thy goodness show.
Then on thee relying

In the mortal strife,
Lord, receive us dying,

To eternal life.

Heinrich S. Oswald, tr. Frances E. Cox.

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THOU from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my heart to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Good Lord, remember me!

2 When on my aching, burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart
Good Lord, remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

Then let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me !

4 If worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble frame should be,

ant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me!

5 And oh! when in the hour of death
I bow to thy decree,

To thee I give my parting breath;
Good Lord, remember me!

Thomas Haweis.

THE LAST FAREWELL.

381

11-4 M.

1 WITH silence only as their benediction,

God's angels come

Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb.

2 Yet would we say, what every heart approveth,— "Our Father's will,

Calling to him the dear ones whom he loveth,
Is mercy still."

3 Not upon us or ours the solemn angel
Hath evil wrought;

The funeral anthem is a glad evangel;
The good die not!

4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly, What he has given;

They live on earth in thought and deed, as truly

As in his heaven.

John G. Whittier.

1 BEHOLD the western evening light!
It melts in deepening gloom :

So calm the righteous sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low; the yellow leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree :
So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.

3 How beautiful, on all the hills,
The crimson light is shed!
'Tis like the peace the dying gives
To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly, on the wandering cloud,
The sunset beam is cast!

So sweet the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.

5 And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper star appears :

So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.

6 Night falls; but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore :

And thus the eyes that sleep in death

Shall wake to close no more.

Willinm B. O. Peabody.

383

1

THERE

8, 8, 8, 4 M.

HERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose.

3 Ah! mourner, long of storms the sport,
Condemned in wretchedness to roam;
Hope thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.

4 Seek the true treasure, seldom found,
Of power the fiercest griefs to calm,
And soothe the bosoms deepest wound
With heavenly balm.

5 A bruised reed God will not break;
Afflictions all his children feel;
He wounds them for his mercy's sake,
He wounds to heal!

O traveller in the vale of tears!

To realms of everlasting light,
Through time's dark wilderness of years,
Pursue thy flight.

James Montgomery.