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Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion for

saking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long; But the mild rays of paradise beam’d on thy

waking, And the sound which thou heardst was

the seraphim's song!

Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not de

plore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and

guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore

thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died!*

* The following stanzas were written as an addition to the above hymn, by an English clergyman, on hearing of the decease of the author.

Thou art gone to the grave! and whole nations bemoan

thee, Who caught from thy lips the glad tidings of peace : Yet grateful, they still in their hearts shall enthrone thee,

And ne'er shall thy name from their memories cease.

Thou art gone to the grave! but thy work shall not

perish, That work which the Spirit of wisdom hath blest; His strength shall sustain it, his comforts shall cherish,

And make it to prosper, though thou art at rest.

ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

Oh, Saviour of the faithful dead,

With whom thy servants dwell, Though cold and green the turf is spread

Above their narrow cell,

No more we cling to mortal clay,

We doubt and fear no more, Nor shrink to tread the darksome way

Which thou hast trod before !

"Twas hard from those I loved to go,

Who knelt around my bed, Whose tears bedew'd my burning brow,

Whose arms upheld my head !

As fading from my dizzy view,

I sought their forms in vain, The bitterness of death I knew,

And groan'd to live again.

'Twas dreadful, when th’ accuser's power

Assail'd my sinking heart, Recounting every wasted hour,

And each unworthy part:

But, Jesus ! in that mortal fray,

Thy blessed comfort stole, Like sunshine in a stormy day, Across

my

darken’d soul!

When soon or late this feeble breath

No more to thee shall pray,
Support me through the vale of death,

And in the darksome way!

When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again

I wait thy dread decree,
Judge of the world ! bethink thee then

That thou hast died for me.

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