How welcome now the long sought sleep Brief night and quiet couch In some star-lighted room, A sky without a cloud, A sea without a wave: Rest for the toiling hand, Rest for the thought-worn brow, Rest for the fevered brain, Rest for the throbbing eye; Through these parched lips of thine no more REST FOR THE WEARY IN HEAVEN. TELL me, my secret soul, Oh tell me, hope and faith, Is there no resting place From sorrow, sin, and death ? Is there no happy spot Where mortals may be blest And weariness a rest? Faith, hope, and love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered "YES, IN HEAVEN!" IT IS WELL. Bishop Doane. BELOVED, "it is well! God's ways are always right; Beloved, "it is well! Though deep and sore the smart, And heal the broken heart. Beloved, "it is well!" Though sorrow clouds our way, "Twill make the joy more dear That ushers in the day. Beloved, "it is well! The path that Jesus trod, Leads home to heaven and God. HOPE AND BE UNDISMAYED. From the German. GIVE to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismay'd; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, through clouds, and storms, Wait thou his time; so shall the night He everywhere hath sway, And all things serve his might; His every act pure blessing is, What shall his work withstand! Leave to his sovereign sway, To choose, and to command; Thou comprehend'st him not, Yet earth and heaven tell, God sits as sovereign on the throne, Thou seest our weakness, Lord; Our hearts are known to thee: Let us, in life and death, Boldly thy truth declare; And publish with our latest breath, HALLELUJAH! FOR THE LORD GOD OMNI POTENT REIGNETH. Sames Montgomery. HARK! the song of Jubilee! Loud as mighty thunders roar, When it breaks upon the shore : God omnipotent shall reign; Echo round the earth and main. Hallelujah!-hark! the sound From the centre to the skies, Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done, And the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of his Son. He shall reign from pole to pole, He shall reign when like a scroll SONG OF THE STARS. W. C. Bryant. WHEN the radiant morn of creation broke, And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame And this was the song the bright ones sang: "Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, |