YE GOLDEN LAMPS FAREWELL.

YE

PHILIP DODDridge.

E golden lamps of Heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;

Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul that springs beyond thy sphere
No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.

The Father of Eternal Light

Shall There His beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day!

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,

Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.

There, all the million of the saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

REST WHEN LIFE IS DONE.

TH

EFFIE JOHNSON.

HERE remaineth, it is written,
For the people of our God,

Rest, a peaceful rest in heaven,
When we sleep beneath the sod.
When these fragile forms are resting
In their low and quiet bed,

And the beauteous flowers are springing
From the turf above our head,
And the holy angels keeping

Watch above our sleeping dust,
Then our ransomed souls are resting
With the God in whom we trust.
Now, each fleeting hour is bearing
Down to death's cold, sullen stream,
Souls immortal, souls unransomed,
Rouse thee, 'tis no time to dream!
Christian, gird thee with thine armor,
Soon, oh, soon, thou'lt lay it down!
And thy sword and shield and helmet,
Change for an immortal crown.
Let thy crown be glittering brightly
With the souls whom thou hast won,
Then thy ransomed soul will sweetly
Rest in heaven when life is done.

YE GOLDEN LAMPS FAREWELL.

PHILIP Doddridge.

E golden lamps of Heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night.

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul that springs beyond thy sphere No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust.

Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall reign with God.

The Father of Eternal Light

Shall There His beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day!

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,

Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.

There, all the million of the saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

REST WHEN LIFE IS DONE.

EFFIE JOHNSON.

HERE remaineth, it is written,

TH

For the people of our God,

Rest, a peaceful rest in heaven,
When we sleep beneath the sod.
When these fragile forms are resting
In their low and quiet bed,

And the beauteous flowers are springing
From the turf above our head,
And the holy angels keeping

Watch above our sleeping dust, Then our ransomed souls are resting With the God in whom we trust. Now, each flecting hour is bearing Down to death's cold, sullen stream, Souls immortal, souls unransomed,

Rouse thee, 'tis no time to dream! Christian, gird thee with thine armor, Soon, oh, soon, thou'lt lay it down! And thy sword and shield and helmet, Change for an immortal crown. Let thy crown be glittering brightly With the souls whom thou hast won, Then thy ransomed soul will sweetly Rest in heaven when life is done.

FAR FROM THE DISCORD LOUD.

MARIANNE FARNINGHAM.

AR from the discord loud,

FAR

Far from the striving crowd,

Far from the din,

Far from the burning tears,

Far from the crushing fears,

Far from the sin.

Up beyond toil and care,
Far from the tainted air,
Far from all pain,

Out of the reach of crime,

Far from this changing clime,

We shall remain.

Where the redeemed and blest

Ever shall sweetly rest,

No more to roam;

Where the curse dwelleth not,

Sorrow is all forgot

There is our home.

Where the joy-founts are stirred,
Where the harp note is heard,
Where the palms wave,

Where the white-robed shall glide,
Where the death dews are dried,

Where is no grave.