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No evil beast may pass that way,
Thence never pilgrims' footsteps stray;
But God's redeemed, with happy feet,
Press on, their nearing joy to meet.

For still they see beyond them far
A light that shineth as a star,
A glory 'twixt the gates of gold,
A gleam as when white wings unfold.

Lo, now the sounds of harping rare
Slow falling through the upper air;
The perfumed air, with sweetness fed
More fine than whitest lily-bed.

Beyond earth's changeful fashioning,
Beyond the sweep of death's wide wing,
Beyond the last dark fall of shade,
That home of endless light is made.

Oh, thither fain my feet would go ;
My lips would sing the song they know,
Who, crowned with joy, to Zion press
Along the path of lowliness:

Until, as fades across the bay

The moon's broad track at break of day,
The shining path by pilgrims trod
Ends in full presence of their God.

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J. M. NEALE.

SAFE Home ! Safe home in port!

Rent cordage, shattered deck,

Torn sails, provisions short,

And only not a wreck.

But oh! the joy upon that shore
To tell our voyage-perils o'er.

The prize, the prize secure!
The athlete nearly fell,
Bare all he could endure
And bare not always well,

But who will count the perils gone
That sets the victor garland on ?

The lamb is in the fold!
In perfect safety penned;
The lion once had hold

And thought to make an end,

But One came by with wounded side,-
And for the sheep the Shepherd died !

The exile is at home!

Oh nights and days of fears

Oh longings not to roam,

Oh sins and doubts and tears! .
What matter now where (so men say),
The King has wiped those tears away.

O happy, happy Bride!
Thy widowed hours are past,
Thy Bridegroom at Thy side,
Thou all His own at last!
The sorrows of thy former cup
In full fruition swallowed up.

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A little while,

B. M.

A little while, and we shall stand without
No more, to hear His Voice; but enter in
With joy unspeakable, to see His Face.

THOU

HOU wilt shew me the path of life; in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Psalm xvi. II.

INDEX OF AUTHORS.

AUGUSTINE, St., 26, 176, 216, | Dante, 17.

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Lynch, Rev. T. T., 94.

Lyra Anglicana (from the), 117,

Spicker, C. W., 177, 187,

327.

198, 237.
Spitta, C. J. P., 329.
Lyra Germanica (from the), 126. Stanley, Dean, 249.

Suckling, R. A., 136.

MAC DONALD, George, 104, Swinny, Rev. H. H., 345.

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SEWELL, Elizabeth M., 118, Williams, Rev. Isaac, 66, 202,

144, 147.

Skeffington, S. W., 59, 87.

300.

Williams, Sarah, 250.

PRINTED BY T. AND A. CONSTABLE, PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY,

AT THE EDINBURGH UNIVERSITY PRESS.

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