C. M.

121.

H. MARTINEAU.

"There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female; for ye are all one in Christ Jesus."

1 ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal when that earth
Fails from their dying eyes.

2 God greets the throngs who pay their vows
In courts their hands have made;
And hears the worshipper who bows
Beneath the plantain shade.

3. 'Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;
And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

4 Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride;
Ye low! your shame and fear;
Live, as ye worship, side by side;
Your brotherhood revere.

C. M.

IMMORTALITY.

122.

WATTS.

"I am the Resurrection and the Life. He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,

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And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

O, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes; -

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

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123.

SCHENK.

"Lo, a great multitude which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God who sitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb."

1 WHO are those before God's throne,
What the crowned host I see?
As the sky with stars thick strown
Is their shining company:
Hallelujahs, bark, they sing,
Solemn praise to God they bring.

2 Who are those arrayed in light,

Clothed in righteousness divine,
Wearing robes most pure and white,
That unstained shall ever shine,
That can nevermore decay;
Whence came all this bright array?

8 They are those who hourly here

Served as priests before their Lord,
Offering up with gladsome cheer
Soul and body at His word.
Now within the Holy Place,
They behold Him face to face.

4 Cast my lot in earth and heaven With Thy saints made like to Thee, Let my bonds be also riven,

Make Thy child who loves Thee free; Near the throne where Thou dost shine, May a place at last be mine.

L. M.

124.

NORTON.

"His soul pleased the Lord; therefore hasted He to take him

away."

1 O, STAY thy tears; for they are blest,

Whose days are past, whose toil is done; Here midnight care disturbs our rest; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun.

2 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears; Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.

3 O, cheerless were our lengthened way;
But heaven's own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb.

4 Then stay thy tears; the blest above
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love;
Then why should anguish reign on earth?

S. M.

125.

WILSON.

"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors."

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I HEARD a voice from heaven

Say, "Blessed is the doom

Of those whose trust is in the Lord,
When sinking to the tomb!"

"Blessed are they," for, after toil,
To mortals rest is sweet.

C. M.

126.

WHITTIER.

"Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory, through our Lord

Jesus Christ."

1 ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;

And glows once more with angel steps
The path that reaches heaven.

2 Alone unto our Father's will

One thought hath reconciled;
That He, whose love exceedeth ours,
Hath taken home His child.

3 Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and Thee.