Where am I?-life's current, faintly flowing, Brings the welcome warning of release; Struck with death, ah! whither am I going? All is well-my spirit parts in peace. THE GRAVE. He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness.- Job 15: 22. THERE is a calm for those who weep; A rest for weary pilgrims found: The storm that wrecks the wintry sky, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; From all my toil. The grave that never spoke before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide; O, listen! I will speak no more! Be silent, pride! Art thou a mourner? hast thou known And tranquil nights? O, live! and deeply cherish still Though long of winds and waves the sport, Seek the true treasure, seldom found, Whate'er thy lot—where'er thou be - A bruised reed he will not break, He wounds them for his mercy's sake, Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Now traveller in the vale of tears! There is a calm for those who weep, The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day! The sun is but a spark of fire, SHALL NEVER DIE! 'A BETTER COUNTRY.' Hebrews 11: 16. THERE is a land of pure delight, Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, There everlasting spring abides, But timorous mortals start, and shrink O, could we make our doubts remove, Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, SAINTS IN HEAVEN. What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?-Rev. 7: 13. WHAT are these in bright array? Tuning their triumphant song? 'Worthy is the Lamb once slain, These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; More than conquerors they stand. |