Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.

3 Ye, no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see ;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me;

God shall rise, and, shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light.

907.

C. M.

The Departed.

S. F. SMITH.

1 WHEN spirits from their cumbering clay
Ascend to heaven's bright shore,
Our hoping hearts with triumph say,-
"Not lost, but gone before."

2 Then calmly may our spirits bow
Beneath affliction's rod;

Who, who would murmur that his friend
Is safe in joy and God?

908.

H. M.

Close of Service.

BY us the seed is sown,

Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
The power is thine alone

To make it spring and grow:

ANONYMOUS.

Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise.

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