OH SPIRIT, FREED FROM BONDAGE. MARY HOWITT. O' H Spirit, freed from bondage, Arise, put on thy garments, Awake and breathe the living air, Awake to love that knows no change, Awake, lift up thy joyful eyes, See, all heaven's host appears; Thou who hast done with tears! Awake! ascend! thou art not now SWEET MUST IT BE TO DWELL. WEET must it be to dwell secure How oft the struggling spirit tries A They who have safely gone before, MOURNER, LOOK ABOVE. MARY S. ROBBINS, RT thou a wanderer? doth no loved one's smile E'er meet thine own, thy sorrows to beguile? In this wide world, hast thou no heartfelt claim? Lingers there not within some cherished name Of one, perhaps, who far in childhood's hour, Won thy young heart, and still with lingering power A web which dims the lustre of thy love? Art thou a mourner? doth the cold earth cover And friends shall smile and welcome thee with song, I'M WEARY OF STRAYING. Mrs. HINSDALE, of straying! O fain would I rest I'M weary of straying! In that far distant land of the pure and the blest, Where sin can no longer its blandishments spread, And tears and temptations for ever have fled. I am weary of hoping-where hope is untrue,— 390 I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth,— While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine! THEN OPEN, O GATE OF SLEEP. Christian Treasury. OPEN, O gate of sleep! I am weary, and fain would go Where hearts never sorrow, and eyes never weep Bitterly tears of woe: I would rest in the shadow, cool and deep, Where the crystal waters flow. For heavy and dark doth lie Death's shadow on all below: The changing beauty of earth and sky Then away to the beautiful land Whence the shadow for aye is fled! I shall welcome a bright immortal band, Then open, O gate of sleep! I am weary, and fain would go Where hearts never sorrow, and eyes never weep I long to rest in the shadow deep I THANK THEE FOR THAT WORD OF PEACE. W. S. COLTON. I "There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God." THANK Thee, Father, for that word of peace Rest, rest forever when Life's cares are o'er;— From all of sorrow we have known before; Of love and joy that shine through everlasting days! I know, O Father, that Thy works are fair :— This strange, bright world was builded by Thine hand, And round it the unmeasured heights of air Rise, purple-arched and vast, o'er every land; |