ARISE AND DEPART.

The angels dwell not here;
There falls not on the ear
The everlasting song,

From the celestial throng.

'Tis discord here alone,
Earth's melody is gone,

Her harp lies broken now;

Her praise has ceased to flow!

Brethren, arise,

Let us go hence!

The New Jerusalem,

Like a resplendent gem,
Sends down its heavenly light,
Attracting our dull sight.
I see the bright ones wait
At each fair pearly gate;
I hear their voices call;
I see the jasper wall,

The clear translucent gold,
The glory all untold!

Brethren, arise,

Let us go hence !

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THE KINGDOM.

What are earth's joys and gems,
What are its diadems?

Our crowns are waiting us
Within our Father's house.

Our friends above the skies

Are bidding us arise;

Our Lord, he calls away

To scenes of sweeter day

Than this sad earth can know.

Let us arise and go!

THE KINGDOM.

PEACE! earth's last battle has been won ;
Its days of conflict now are o'er;

The Prince of peace ascends the throne,

And war has ceased from shore to shore.

Rest! the world's day of toil is past;

Each storm is hushed above, below,
Creation's joy has come at last,

THE KINGDOM.

Messiah reigns! earth's king has come!
Its diadems are on his brow,

Its rebel kingdoms have become
His everlasting kingdom now.

This earth again is Paradise;

The desert blossoms as the rose; Clothed in its robes of bridal bliss, Creation has forgot its woes.

O, long-expected, absent long,

Star of creation's troubled gloom!
Let heaven and earth break forth in song,
Messiah! Saviour! art thou come ?

For thou hast bought us with thy blood,
And thou wast slain to set us free;
Thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign on earth with thee !

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NEWLY FALLEN ASLEEP.

PAST all pain for ever,

Done with sickness now;
Let me close thine eyes, mother,
Let me smooth thy brow.
Rest and health and gladness,—
These thy portions now;

Let me press thy hand, mother,
Let me kiss thy brow.

Eyes that shall never weep,
Life's tears all shed,

Its farewells said,

These shall be thine!

All well with thee;

O, would that they were mine!

A brow without a shade,

Each wrinkle smoothed,
Each throbbing soothed,