6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful,-unto Thee we call ;
O let Thy mercy make us glad :
Thou art our Jesus and our All!
Through life's long day, &c.

7 Sweet Saviour! bless us; night is come, Mary and Philip near us be;

Good Angels, watch about our home;
And we are one day nearer Thee!
Through life's long day, &c.

71.

The Memory of the Dead.

1 O IT is sweet to think

Of those that are departed,
While murmured Aves sink
To silence tender-hearted;
While tears that have no pain
Are tranquilly distilling,
And the dead live again

In hearts that love is filling.

2 Yet not as in the days

Of earthly ties we love them;
For they are touched with rays
From light that is above them:
Another sweetness shines

Around their well-known features;
God with His glory signs

His dearly ransomed creatures.

3 Ah! they are more our own,
Since now they are God's only ;
And each one that has gone
Has left our heart less lonely.
He mourns not seasons fled,
Who now in Him possesses
Treasures of many dead

In their dear Lord's caresses.
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4 Dear dead! they have become
Like guardian angels to us;
And distant heaven like home,
Through them begins to woo us,
Love that was earthly wings

Its flight to holier places;
The dead are sacred things
That multiply our graces.
5 They whom we loved on earth
Attract us now to heaven;
Who shared our grief and mirth
Back to us now are given.
They move with noiseless foot
Gravely and sweetly round us,
And their soft touch hath cut
Full many a chain that bound us.

6 O dearest dead! to heaven

With grudging sighs we gave you,
To Him-be doubts forgiven !

Who took you there to save you :-
Now get us grace to love

Your memories yet more kindly;

Pine for our homes above,

And trust to God more blindly.

72.

Heaven.

1 0 WHAT is this splendour that beams on me

now,

This beautiful sunrise that dawns on my soul?

While faint and far off land and sea lie below, And under my feet the huge golden clouds roll.

2 To what mighty king doth this city belong, With its rich jewelled shrines, and its gardens of flowers;

With its breaths of sweet incense, its measures of song,

And the light that is gilding its numberless towers?

3 See! forth from the gates, like a bridal array, Come the princes of heaven-how bravely they shine!

'Tis to welcome the stranger, to show me the way,

And to tell me that all I see round me is mine!

4 There are millions of saints, in their ranks and degrees,

And each with a beauty and crown of his

own;

And there, far outnumbering the sands of the

seas,

The nine rings of angels encircle the throne. 5 And far in the heart of that glorious light The mighty apostles are seated in state, With Joseph and John, who in life's mortal night

Were appointed on Jesus and Mary to wait.

6 And still deeper in, Mary's splendour is seen, Her beautiful self and her choice starry

crown;

And all heaven grows bright in the smile of its queen,

For the glory of Jesus illumines her throne. 7 And O if the exiles of earth could but win One sight of the beauty of Jesus above, From that hour they would cease to be able to sin,

And earth would be heaven; for heaven is love.

8 But words may not tell of the Vision of peace, With its worshipful seeming, its marvellous fires;

Where the soul is at large, where its sorrows

all cease,

And the gift has outbidden its boldest desires!

9 No sickness is here, no bleak bitter cold, No hunger, debt, prison, or weariful toil; No robbers to rifle our treasures of gold,

No rust to corrupt, and no canker to spoil. 10 My God! and it was but a short hour ago That I lay on a bed of unbearable pains; All was cheerless around me, all weeping and woe,

Now the wailing is changed to angelical strains.

11 Because I served Thee, were life's pleasures all lost?

Was it gloom, pain, or blood, that won heaven for me?

Oh, no! one enjoyment alone could life boast, And that, dearest Lord! was my service of Thee!

12 I had hardly to give ; 'twas enough to receive, Only not to impede the sweet grace from above;

And this first hour in heaven, I can hardly believe

In so great a reward for so little a love!

73.

Paradise.

10 PARADISE! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest.
Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?

2 O Paradise! O Paradise!

The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?

Where loyal hearts, &c.

3 0 Paradise! O Paradise!
Wherefore doth death delay;

Bright death, that is the welcome dawn
Of our eternal day;

Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?

4 O Paradise! O Paradise ;
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near.
Where loyal hearts, &c.

5 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more!
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore.
Where loyal hearts, &c.

6 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
Is furnishing for me.
Where loyal hearts, &c.

70 Paradise! O Paradise!

I feel 'twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear
Faint fragments of thy song.
Where loyal hearts, &c.