T1 FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN. Written by NICOLL on his death-bed. HE dew is on the summer's greenest grass, The gentle wind that like a ghost doth pass, A waving shadow on the corn-field keeps ; The sun shines sweetly-sweeter may it shine!— These words have shaken mighty human souls- Yet wherefore tremble? Can the soul decay? Are there not aspirations in each heart After a better, brighter world than this? Longings for beings nobler in each part— Things more exalted-steeped in deeper bliss? Who gave us these? What are they? Soul, in thee The bud is budding now for immortality. Death comes to bear me where I long to be; One pang, and bright blooms the immortal flower; Death comes to lead me from mortality, To lands which know not one unhappy hour; I have a hope, a faith-from sorrow here I'm led by death away-why should I start and fear? If I have loved the forest and the field, Can I not love them deeper, better there? If all that Power hath made to me doth yield Something of good and beauty-something fairFreed from the grossness of mortality, May I not love them all, and better all enjoy? A change from woe to joy-from earth to heaven, May meet again! Death answers many a prayer. PERMIT MINE EYES TO SEE. ROBERT HERRICK. ERMIT mine eyes to see PER Part or the whole of thee O happy place! Where all have grace And garlands shar'd For their reward; Where each chaste soul The praises sing Of Three in One That fills the throne: While harps and viols then O HEAVEN, SWEET HEAVEN! EDWIN H. NEVIN. HEAVEN! Sweet Heaven! the home of the Where hearts once in trouble are ever at rest; O Heaven! Sweet Heaven! the mansion of love, O Heaven! Sweet Heaven! where purity reigns, O Heaven! Sweet Heaven! where music ne'er dies, But rich pealing anthems of glory arise; Where saints with one feeling of rapture are stirred, O Heaven! Sweet Heaven! where friends never part, A O WERE I THERE! MR. FRELINGHAUSEN.-(1704.) H, never then Her light again Jerusalem shall miss ; For the Lamb shall be her light, Oh were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds are ringing; Where the saints, Thee, Holy Lord, Evermore are singing. Lord Jesus, Thou My rest art now. O help me that I come Radiant with Thy light to shine In Thy glorious home. DEATH AN ENTRANCE TO HEAVEN. Ascribed to FRANCIS TAYLOR. O LONG to be installed in the throne Of blessedness transcending all expression. Sing Simeon's swan-like song at his decease- And frees them from the fears they once were in. |