THE FUTURE LIFE. C. M. 661. WATTS. A Prospect of Heaven. 1 By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears. We trace the sacred road; Through dismal deeps and dangerous snares We make our way to God. Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray; But the bright world to which we go 3 See the kind angels at the gates, There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits, 4 There, on a green and flowery mount, And with transporting joys recount A Prospect of the Resurrection. 1 LET faith arise, and climb the hills, How distant are his chariot-wheels, 2 Lo, I behold the scattering shades; 3 I see the Lord of glory come, 4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" And lo! the graves obey, And waking saints, with joyful eyes, Salute the expected day. 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 5 O could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. S. M. 664. MONTGOMERY. For ever with the Lord. 1 FOR ever with the Lord! 2 So, Father, let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, Here in the body pent, Absent from thee I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 3 My Father's house on high! 4 I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower. 5 And then I feel, that he, The Lord, is never far from me, C. M. 665. MRS. STEELE. Looking at Things unseen. 1 WHY should the world's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies? 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, They fade upon the sight; And quickly will their brighter day 8 O could our thoughts and wishes fly To those bright worlds beyond the sky There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, 5 Lord, send a beam of light divine With one reviving ray of thine L. M. 666. Heaven. PEABODY. 1 WHEN all the hours of life are past, 'T is glory opening to the blest. 2 Their mighty Master bids them rise 3 Angels shall now unite their prayers 4 No storms shall ride the troubled air, Of evening gales that breathe and die. 5 There, parted friends again shall meet, S. H. M. 667. Friends separated by Death. MONTGOMERY. 1 FRIEND after friend departs: Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest. |