HEAVENWARD our path still goes,
Sojourners on earth we wander
'Till we reach our blest repose
In the Land of Promise yonder:
Here we stay a pilgrim-band,
There must be our fatherland!
Heavenward, my soul, arise,
For thou art a heavenly being;
Thou shouldst seek no earthly prize
When from this world thou art fleeing;
Hearts with heavenly wisdom blest,
Can in Heaven alone find rest.
Heavenward! Death's mighty hand
Guides me there to joy and gladness-
There, within that blessed land,
Victor over pain and sadness--
Christ himself has gone before-
Can I dread an unknown shore!
Heavenward! oh, heavenward !—
There shall be my lot and treasure-
Let me strive my heart to guard
From each vain and worldly pleasure:
Heavenward my thoughts must tend,
Till in Heaven my cares shall end.
FROM THE GERMAN.
THOU true and faithful one,
Farewell! in peace depart
To Him who by his pow'r alone
Has quench'd Death's fiery dart.
To thy Redeemer's arms,
Opened in love to thee,
Go! safe removed from life's alarms,
God's face thou soon shalt see.
Softly thou'st sunk to sleep
From trials rude and sore;
Now the good Shepherd, with his sheep,
Shall guard thee evermore.
Thou, who in God's own FIELD
In humble faith liest sown,
Shalt one day rise to light revealed
In glory not thine own.
Thine earthly course is run
Thou art gone hence in joy;
Thy long day's work at length is done-
Thy recompense is nigh.
In tears we saw thee sow,
But e'en while yet 'twas day,
Thou reap'st that grace which now we know
Has wiped them all away.
No ear has ever heard,
No human eye can see,
The bliss thy Father has prepared
In priceless store for thee;
For truth, in sunlike blaze,
Shall burst upon thy sight,
And God shall lead thine eager gaze
To worlds of endless light!
DREAM-PEOPLING shades the valleys fill,
*The peaceful shades of even;
The mountain summits, sunlit still,
Look proudly into heav'n;
On Echo's thousand voices borne,
Hark, Herdsmen ! to the Alpine horn!
Up the cliff and down the dell,
Hear the holy summons swell,
"Praise God, the Lord!"
Ye rocks and everlasting mountains;
Ye
pure and ever-murmuring fountains;
Ye roe-bucks starting with a bound,
Then side-long gazing at the sound;
Ye torrents! clap your hands and sally
With loud songs into the valley;
Pines, that look down o'er the steep,
Winds that wake, and winds that sleep;
While the sunbeams wax more dim,
Wed your voices to the hymn,
Now solemn stillness reigns around,
A stillness spirits feel;
With deep devotion bosoms bound,
Th' uncover'd herdsmen kneel!
From lips that scarcely seem to part,
Ascends the worship of the heart;
From each cottage threshold there,
Rises the incense sweet of pray'r,
To God, the Lord!
"We bow the head-we bend the knee, Ruler of earth and heaven, to THEE! Still thy guardian wing expand
O'er our households-o'er our land:
BLESSED ARE THEY THAT HAVE BELIEVED.
God of truth and liberty!
Keep our vales and mountains free:
In this sweetest spot of earth,
Peace be seated on each hearth;
Thine we would be-thine we ARE-
Keep us with a father's care,
O God, the Lord!"
Oh! home-steads dear of pastoral joy,
Thrice peaceful may your children lie,
Till by morn's pearly feet are trod
The everlasting hills of God;
Till th' eye of heaven looks bright on earth,
And honey-bees raise hum of mirth,
And streams bring music from their spring,
And, touch'd with joy, each living thing,
Owns the dominion of the skies,
And prayer and praise again arise――
Till then, "Good night!"
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"BLESSED ARE THEY THAT HAVE NOT SEEN, AND YET HAVE BELIEVED."
JOHN, XX. 29.
FROM THE GERMAN.
WE saw thee not, when Thou didst tread,
O Saviour, this our sinful earth;
Nor heard thy voice restore the dead,
And waken them to second birth;
Yet we believe that Thou didst come,
And quit for us thy glorious home.
We were not with the faithful few,
Who stood thy bitter cross around;
Nor heard thy prayer for those who slew,
Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground.
We saw no spear-wound pierce thy side,
But we believe that Thou hast died.
No angel's message met our ear,
On that first glorious Easter day;
"The Lord is risen. He is not here;
"Come see the place where Jesus lay."
But we believe, that Thou didst quell
The banded powers of death and hell.
We saw Thee not return on high;
And now, our longing sight to bless,
No ray of glory from the sky
Shines down upon our wilderness;
But we believe, that Thou art there,
And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS, AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER.
WHEN the dying flame of day
Through the chancel shot its ray,
Far the glimmering tapers shed
Faint light on the cowled head,
And the censer burning swung,
Where before the altar hung
That proud banner, which with prayer
Had been consecrated there.
And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while,
Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle.
Take thy banner!-may it wave
Proudly o'er the good and brave,
When the battle's distant wail
Breaks the Sabbath of our vale,-
When the clarion's music thrills
To the hearts of these lone hills,-
When the spear in conflict shakes,
And the strong lance shivering breaks
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