But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, for the sinless has died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not de plore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died! 157. The Death of a Teacher. 12's & 11's M. Scotland. 1 THOUGH lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road; All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy 2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love; DEATH OF A PUPIL, 158, 159. And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, Thou wilt love him, and praise him, in hea ven above. 3 And there may we meet when life shall be ended, All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, And there may our prayers together be blended In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven. 158, The Death of a Teacher. С. М. Woodstock. 1 FAREWELL, dear friend! a long farewell! 2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead! 3 But is he dead? Oh, no, he lives! To heaven above; and there receives 4 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,- The Death of a Pupil. 159. Windham. 1 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat, L. M. Will join our youthful throng no more, 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 4 And we live on; but none can say, 5 God tells us, by this mournful death, 160. The Death of a Pupil. Woodstock. C. M 1 WE come our Sabbath hymn to raise, 2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, 3 We will not weep; for Jesus said, 161. 162. THIS WORLD NOT OUR HOME, 161, 162. Thoughts on Death, Boylston. 1 LET children never fear To leave this world of ours, 2 Beyond the hills that stand 3 No mortal step can tread S, M. No mortal voice can there be heard, 4 And thither soars the soul, When life's brief day is done,- 5 Then shall we turn away, No! let us rather gladly say, This World not our Home. C. М. Ballerma. 1 I KNOW that earth is not the home, Where I must always stay; I only here awhile shall roam, 2 Earth is the school where I must learn To do my Father's will, That, when he calls me to return, 3 Here I must purify my heart, 4 That I may pure and holy rise 163. Jordan. Heaven. С. М. Watts. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink, |