Come to the Altar, come, Laud high thy SAVIOUR'S love, Who took a servant's form to gain Mansions for thee above: Pray for a lively Faith, For grace right paths to see,For thankful memory of His Death, And fervent Charity! Psalm xxiii. THE LORD prepares my pasture green, I shall not want while He Leads me to lie beside clear streams That ripple quietly. He cheers my soul with Heavenly Hope Guides me in paths of Love, And when I tread Death's vale will give True comfort from above. My table-feast He doth prepare, My head with oil He doth anoint, His loving-kindness, mercy, grace, The Angel's Call. "I heard a voice from heaven."-Revelation xiv. 13. COME, come to a region of Love and Peace, Myriads of voices in praises arise To the wide-spread dome of the dazzling skies, Thought cannot picture a joy so grand, Here all is happiness, glory and peace, Where the weary cease labour and weep no more. The Church Bell. "Man cometh up and is cut down like a flower, he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. In the midst of Life we are in Death."-Order for the Burial of the Dead. LIST to the solemn bell With only half-drawn breath, Speaks mournfully of Death: Speaks to the child so fair Who sports in Summer's beams,- Mocking his hopes and dreams ; To young, old, grave and gay, For each it hath a tone, The spirit here to-day To-morrow may have flown. The grass so fresh and green Sunny ere eve appears, Life is a passing ray— So says the bell's deep tone, Then work while yet 'tis Day, And rest when Night comes on. Hearken! Its solemn boom From out the sacred tower Is whispering of the tomb,That end of pride and power! |