1158. S. H. M.

1. THIS place is holy ground; World, with its cares, away! A holy, solemn stillness round

This lifeless, mouldering clay; Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. 2. Behold the bed of death-

The pale and mortal clay; Heard ye the sob of parting breath?

Marked ye the eye's last ray? No; life so sweetly ceased to be, It lapsed in immortality.

3. Why mourn the pious dead?

Why sorrows swell our eyes? Can sighs recall the spirit fled?

Shall vain regrets arise?

Though death has caused this altered mein, In heaven the ransomed soul is seen.

4. Bury the dead and weep

In stillness o'er the loss;

Bury the dead! in Christ they sleep,
Who bore on earth His cross;
And from the grave their dust shall rise,
In His own image to the skies.

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1159. S. H. M.

1. FRIEND after friend departs:
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end;
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2. Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
3. There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.
4. Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away,

As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night-
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

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2. Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;

is done;

Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won. 8. Go to the grave; for there thy Saviour lay In death's embrace, ere He arose on high;

Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast per

fect love,

And open vision for the written word.

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2. When shall love freely flow

Pure as life's river?
When shall sweet friendship glow
Changeless for ever?
Where the joys celestial thrill,
Where bliss each heart shall fill,
And fears of parting chill
Never-no, never!

3. Up to that world of light

Take us, dear Saviour;
May we all there unite,
Happy for ever;

Where kindred spirits dwell,
There may our music swell,
And time our joys dispel
Never-no, never!

4. Soon shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever;

Soon shall Peace wreath her chain
Round us for ever;

Our hearts will then repose

Secure from worldly woes;

Our songs of praise shall close

Never-no, never!

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