Still one in life and one in death,
One in their hope of rest above,
One in their joy, their trust, their faith,
One in each other's faithful love.

Yet must they part, and, parting, weep; What else has earth for them in store? These farewell pangs, how sharp and deep; These farewell words, how sad and sore!

Yet shall they meet again in peace,

To sing the song of festal joy,

Where none shall bid their gladness cease, And none their fellowship destroy;

Where none shall beckon them away,
Nor bid their festival be done;
Their meeting-time the eternal day,
Their meeting-place the eternal throne.

There, hand in hand, firm linked at last,
And heart to heart enfolded all,
They'll smile upon the troubled past,
And wonder why they wept at all.

Then let them press the hand and part,
The dearly loved, the fondly loving,
Still, still, in spirit and in heart,

The undivided, unremoving.

Not Lost, but Gone Before.

SAY, why should friendship grieve for those
Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore?
Released from all their hurtful foes,
They are not lost, but gone before.

How many painful days on earth
Their fainting spirits numbered o'er!

Now they enjoy a heavenly birth;
They are not lost, but gone before.

Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,
And sweet the strain which angels pour;

Oh why should we in anguish weep?
They are not lost, but gone before.

Secure from every mortal care,

By sin and sorrow vexed no more, Eternal happiness they share

Who are not lost, but

gone before.

To Zion's peaceful courts above
In faith triumphant may we soar,

Embracing in the arms of love

The friends not lost, but gone before.

On Jordan's bank, whene'er we come,
And hear the swelling waters roar,
Father, convey us safely home

To friends not lost, but gone before.

Soon with Thee.

FROM THE GERMAN OF J. LANGE.

OUR beloved have departed,
While we tarry, broken-hearted,

In the dreary, empty house;
They have ended life's brief story;

They have reached the home of glory,

Over death victorious!

Hush that sobbing; weep more lightly;

On we travel, daily, nightly,

To the rest that they have found;

Are we not upon the river,

Sailing fast to meet forever

On more holy, happy ground?

Whilst with bitter tears we're mourning,

Thought to buried loves returning,

Time is hasting us along,

Downward to the grave's dark dwelling,

Upward to the fountain welling

With eternal life and song!

See ye not the breezes hieing,
Clouds along in hurry flying?

But we haste more swiftly on,
Ever changing our position,
Ever tossed in strange transition,
Here to-day, to-morrow gone.

Every hour that passes o'er us
Speaks of comfort yet before us,

Of our journey's rapid rate;
And, like passing vesper bells,
The clock of time its chiming tells
At eternity's broad gate.

On we haste to home invited,
There with friends to be united

In a surer bond than here,
Meeting soon, and met forever;
Glorious hope! forsake us never,

For thy glimmering light is dear.

Ah, the way is shining clearer,
As we journey, ever nearer

To the everlasting home;

Friends who there await our landing, Comrades round the throne now standing,

We salute you, and we come!

Unity of Saints.

CHARLES WESLEY.

COME, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise;

Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone,

For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

One family we dwell in him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,-
The narrow stream of death;
One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of his host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

Ten thousand to their endless home

This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,

And we expect to die;

His militant, embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast

And reach the heavenly land.