Pilgrims fix not here their home;
Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,
They'll rise to joyful light.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

MY SAVIOUR BECKONS FROM ON HIGH.

From the London Record.

["Hush Heaven!" were the last words of the late Bishop of Durham.]

HUSH! Heaven! he whispered soft and clear,

As notes angelic caught his ear:

Then quitting earth and mortal clay,

His spirit soared to heavenly day.

Hush! stay your sorrows, loved ones, stay!

I would not linger by the way

Now Death for me has lost its sting!

I hear the welcome of my King!

Hush! from the everlasting hills

The glorious trumpet's echo thrills,-
The mighty Conqueror leads the band,
And I must ready waiting stand.

Hush! 'tis the song of lasting peace,
All struggles now forever cease,
Each bitter pang, each weary sigh-
My Saviour beckons from on high!

Hush! sin can ne'er disturb me more,
I'm treading close on Canaan's shore!
Oh, earth! be still! for I would fain
List to this new and wondrous strain!

Hush! 'tis a charméd spirit swell
Of sweetest chords. No tongue can tell
To earth the grandeur of its flow!
'Tis Heaven! Then life has closed below!

He fled to join the brilliant throng,
To add fresh triumph to "the song
And, ere the link to earth was riven,
Death was dissolved in tasting Heaven!

COME LET US JOIN OUR FRIENDS ABOVE.

CHARLES WESLEY.

OME, let us join our friends above

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That have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love

To joys celestial rise;

Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,--
The narrow stream of death;
One army of the living God,

To His command we bow;

Part of His host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;

And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die;
His militant, embodied host,

With wistful looks we stand,

And long to see that happy coast.
And reach the heavenly land.

Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release

And full felicity;

Even now by faith we join our hands

With those that went before,

And greet the blood-besprinkled bands. On the eternal shore.

Our spirits, too, shall quickly join,

Like theirs, with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear His trumpet sound;

Oh that we now might grasp our Guide!
Oh that the word were given !

Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven!

MEET AGAIN! YES, WE SHALL MEET

AGAIN.

From the German of M. A. ZILLE.

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EET again! yes, we shall meet again,
Though now we part in pain;

His people all

Together Christ shall call

Hallelujah!

Soon the days of absence shall be o'er,

And thou shalt weep no more;

Our meeting-day

Shall wipe all tears away—
Hallelujah!

Now I go with gladness to our home,

With gladness thou shalt come;

There I will wait

To meet thee at heaven's gate-
Hallelujah?

Dearest, what delight again to share
Our sweet communion there-

Here, in many a grief, our hearts were one,
But there in joys alone;

Joy fading never,
Increasing, deepening ever-
Hallelujah!

Not to mortal sight can it be given

To know the bliss of heaven;

But thou shalt be

Soon there, and sing with me,
Hallelujah!

Meet again! yes, we shall meet again,

Though now we part in pain;

Together all

His people Christ shall call-
Hallelujah!

JOYS OF THE EARTH, YE FADE AWAY.

THE

From the Christian Examiner.

'HE earth, all light and loveliness in summer's golden hours,

Smiles in her bridal vesture clad, and crowned with festal flowers