REQUIEM. S. H. M.

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1 BROTHER, though from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know from thee to-day
Every pain hath passed away.

2 Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God, and heir of heaven;
For he gave thee sweet release;
Thine the Christian's death of peace.
3 Well we know thy living faith
Had the power to conquer death;
As a living rose may bloom
By the border of the tomb.
4 Brother, in that solemn trust
We commend thee, dust to dust!
In that faith we wait, till, risen
Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.
5 While we weep as Jesus wept,

Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;
With thy Saviour thou shalt rest,
Crowned, and glorified, and blest

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords,— "Take the kingdom; it is thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords." 4 Round the altar priests confess,

If their robes are white as snow, 'T was their Saviour's righteousness, And his blood, that made them so. 1214.

Rev. 14: 13.

1 HARK! a voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead In the Lord who sweetly die!

They from all their toils are freed.

2 Ready for their glorious crown,

Sorrows past and sins forgiven,-
Here they lay their burden down,
Hallowed and made meet for heaven.

3 Yes! the Christian's course is run!
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done;
Death is swallowed up in life!
4 Lo! the prisoner is released-
Lightened of his heavy load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God!

5 When from flesh the spirit freed,
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry,
"A man is dead!"
Angels sing, "A child is born!"

1 JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say, thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord,-thy will be done.

3 Tho' to-day we 're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-thy will be done.
4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore,-thy will be done!

4 Let me hear thy voice behind me, Calming all these wild alarms; Let me, underneath my weakness, Feel the everlasting arms.

1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love; Pain and death, and night and anguish Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying
Lonely thro' night's deepening shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head.

3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never, never die.

4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

1 SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered to the ground; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound :2 "Sons of Adam, once in Eden, When like him, ye blighted fell, Hear the lesson we are reading, 'Tis alas! the truth we tell.

3 "Youth, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread, View us, late in beauty blooming, Numbered now among the dead.

4 "Though as yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let no cloudless skies deceive you, Summer gives to autumn place.

2 Ready to be freed from sorrow,
Tears and partings, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion;
Life is dear, but death is gain.
3 Ready with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of light to be;
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing joy and victory.

4 As the bird with warbling music
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,-

5 So the dying saint, departing,

Joyful takes his heavenward way; Life, and time, and gladness blending In the light of perfect day.