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Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease ; While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart

Expands the bow of peace !

Beneath its glowing arch,

Along the hallowed ground, I see cherubic armies march,

A camp of fire around.

I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of heaven

Earth’s Babel tongues o’erpower.

Then, then I feel, that He,
Remembered or forgot,
The Lord is never far from me,

Though I perceive Him not.

“ Forever with the Lord !”

Father, if 't is thy will,
The promise of that gracious word,

E’en here, to me fulfil.

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So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “ Forever with the Lord !”

9. Montgomery. 1853.

THERE is a land of pure delight,

1 Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling food

Stand dressed in living green :
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea,
And linger Thivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

O, could we make our doubts remove,

These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes,

Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o’er, —
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold food,
Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts. 1674-1748.


CINCE o'er thy footstool here below
w Such radiant gems are strown,
O, what magnificence must glow,

Great God, about Thy throne !
So brilliant here these drops of light, —
There the full ocean rolls — how bright!

If night's blue curtain of the sky —

With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy

With glittering diamonds fraught -
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!

The dazzling sun at noonday hour —

Forth from his Aaming vase
Flinging o’er earth the golden shower

Till vale and mountain blaze —
But shows, O Lord, one beam of Thine :
What, then, the day where Thou dost shine!

O, how shall these dim eyes endure

That noon of living rays !
Or how our spirits, so impure,
· Upon Thy glory gaze!
Anoint, O Lord, anoint our fight,
And fit us for that world of light.


DEYOND these chilling winds and gloomy skies, –

D Beyond death's cloudy portal, —
There is a land where beauty never dies,

And love becomes immortal,

A land whose light is never dimmed by shade,

Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,

But bloom for aye eternal.

We may not know how sweet its balmy air,

How bright and fair its flowers;
We may not hear the songs that echo there,

Through those enchanted bowers.

The city's shining towers we may not see

With our dim earthly vision;
For death, the filent warder, keeps the key

That opes these gates elysian.

But sometimes, when adown the western sky

The fiery sunset lingers,
Its golden gates swing inward noiselesy,

Unlocked by silent fingers.

And while they stand a moment half ajar,

Gleams from the inner glory
Stream brightly through the azure vault afar,

And half reveal the story.

O land unknown! O land of love divine !

Father all wise, eternal, Guide, guide these wandering, way-worn feet of mine Into those pastures vernal.

Miss N. A. W. Priest. 1860.

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