"GO TO THE GRAVE IN ALL THY GLORIOUS PRIME. 99 DECORATION T. W. Higginson. 66 (For a woman heroic in suffering.) RESTING IN HOPE 'Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand." H. Bonar. "Rest for the toiling hand." BEAR OUT THE DEAD Rev. H. & T. Book, 702 66 'Ay, carry out your dead." REST It Schaff & Gilman, 886 was Thy will, my Father." Quiet Hours, I., 144 THE GATE OF HEAVEN. Disciples Hymn Book. "She stood outside the gate of Heaven." (For an ill life.) Quiet Hours, I., 162 Sursum Corda, 279 Milton. "AH, WELL! SHE HAD HER WILL." (For one who suffered secretly, and was misunderstood.) ON HIS BLINDNESS (For one blind.) "THOU KNOWEST, LORD, THE WEARINESS AND SORROW." FROM "MIRIAM." Jane Borthwick. Sursum Corda, 30 Whittier. "Wherever through the ages rise the altars of self-sacrifice.” "GOING HOME." "Heimgang!' So the German people." (For a German family.) Poems, 342 Anonymous. Uplands of God, 53 Anonymous. "Down to the borders of the silent land." (For one who lingered.) Uplands of God, 69 THE E'EN BRINGS A' HAME. Anonymous. "Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold." Shadow of the Rock, 68 GONE HOME Anonymous. "Gone home! She lingers here no longer." The Changed Cross, 211 CALLED ASIDE Anonymous. Palace of the King, 94. "Called aside, from the glad working of thy busy life." GOOD-NIGHT OUR CALVARY "If I could only lay me down to rest." Anonymous. Palace of the King, 130 F. P. Cobbe. "God draws a cloud over each gleaming morn." Unity Hymns and Chorals, 148 "For wast not thou, too, going forth alone." "Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines." (One dying away from home.) Whittier. Poems, 392 LINES TO THE MEMORY OF "ANNIE." H. B. Stowe. Bryant's Library, 176 Elim. Řev. H. & T. Book, 751 Stedman. SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN "They are going-only going." THE DISCOVERER Book of Praise, 204 Mrs. Mulock-Craik. "Little soul, for such brief space that entered." DYING, AND YET LIVING Poems, Old and New, 123 Theo. Tilton. Lyra Americana, 213 "Within her downy cradle there lay a little child." Geo. W. Bethune. TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM POWER WATTS A. A. Watts. "A cloud is on my heart and brow." MABEL . Memory and Hope, 33 66 Like broken thoughts in dreams." THE FINISHED LIFE "There's a beauty of the Spring-time." IN MEMORY ONLY WAITING M. J. Savage. "Only waiting till the "SERVANT OF God, well dONE!" RIPE WHEAT Rev. H. & T. Book, 746 Rev. H. & T. Book, 711 “We bent to-day o'er a coffined form." Anonymous. Cheering Words, 71 GRACE OF GOD 66 Thou Grace Divine, encircling all." Eliza Scudder. Rev. H. & T. Book, 304 O THOU before whose sight all generations of men pass over to their rest, to thee alone can we turn in this hour. Amid all life's changes thou art the same forever, and thy years shall have no end. Thou art the source of all life. Thou art the Power above all powers and Lord of Death. To thee we come, who dost clothe the grass of the field, and mark the falling sparrow. To thy unfailing compassion we look, thou who dost note thy children's pain and grief. We bring these empty hearts, this loneliness, this sorrow, and lay them at thy feet. Thou knowest it all, our Father, and because thou knowest, canst help us. Comfort us with thy love, greater than a mother's love for her child! Send thy pity to lighten the darkness; send thy patience that we may bear this trial bravely. Touch these wounds with thy hand of healing, and help us to be still. Almighty Father, give us of thy strength that we may take up our lives more bravely for the sake of this dear one who has now done with earth. May we learn to be faithful in duty, thoughtful, tender of others, loyal to the service of holiness and truth, because of those who can work no longer here on earth. May we think not of our loss, our suffering, but of their release, of the peace that rests upon this mortal body, and the freedom wherein the soul has now found a higher joy. Grant, we pray thee, the faith that these ties of affection the holiest thing thou givest us to know- can never perish. Wheresoever this dear friend may go, he can not be forgetful of us, and henceforth we are no more strangers to the life beyond since these have entered to make it home. Now, Almighty Creator, into thy hands we commend |