1 DEATH has been here and borne away
A brother from our side;
Just in the morning of his day,
As young as we, he died.
2 We cannot tell who next may fall
Beneath thy chastening rod;
One must be first, but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.
3 May each attend with willing feet,
The means of knowledge here;
And wait around thy mercy-seat,
With hope as well as fear.
4 All needful strength is thine to give;
To thee our souls apply
For grace to teach us how to live,
And make us fit to die.
5 Then to thy wisdom and thy care
We would resign our days;
Content to live and serve thee here
Or die and sing thy praise..
Death of a Pupil. 8 & 7's.
1 ONE Sweet flower has drooped and faded,
One sweet infant voice has fled,
One fair brow the grave has shaded,
One dear school-mate now is dead.
2 But we feel no thought of sadness,
For our friend is happy now;
She has knelt in soul-felt gladnes,
Where the blessed angels bow.
3 She has gone to heaven before us,
But she turns and waves her hand,
Pointing to the glories o'er us,
In that happy spirit land.
4 May our footsteps never falter In the path that she has trod; May we worship at the altar
Of the great and living God.
5 Lord, may angels watch above us,
Keep us all from error free-
May they guard, and guide, and love us.
Till, like her, we go to Thee.
On the Death of a Teacher. C. M.
1 FAREWELL, dear friend! a long farewell, For we shall meet no more,
Till we are raised with thee to dwell
On Zion's happy shore.
2 Our friend and sister, lo! is dead!
The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.
3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,
Soon we shall rise to thee:
And when we meet no tongue can tell
How great our joys shall be.
4 No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend,
But lift our ardent prayer,
And every thought and effort bend
To rise and join thee there
Missionary Hymn. 7 & 6's M.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle!
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high-
Shall we to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till rth's remotest nation
Ha earnt Messiah's name.
Triumph of Truth. L. M.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
4 Our Fathers' God! to Thee-
Author of Liberty!
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!
Each flower and plant that lives,
Each sunny rill ;
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