4 O, weary not! O, weary not! A home is thine of endless bliss, 1 LABOR fearless, labor faithful, Ere shall rest thy manhood's sun, 2 Life is not the traceless shadow, Full of labor, full of thought ; 278. P. M. MRS. COLBURN. 1 YE Workingmen of power, Like warriors true and brave; 2 Yet nought of blood and slaughter No! stainless is our banner! 279. 8s. & 7s. J. H. BRYANT. 1.WAKING every morn to duty, Ere its hours shall pass away, 2 Lo! a better day is coming, 3 Upward, onward, is our watchword, 4 Upward, onward, in the battle Waged for freedom and the right; Till a vict'ry crowns the fight. XVI. MOURNFUL AND CONSOLATORY. 280. C. M. 1 DEATH! what is that which we call Death? To quit this house of clay; To put aside this mortal coil 2 It is to leave this darksome world, And join the heavenly train. 3 And tho' we part from friends most dearFrom those we fondly love, We part but for a little time, 4 United with that happy band, Which now in heaven may be, We'll praise the great Creator's name 5 Then why our fears? why shrink from death, "Tis but the portal we must pass To reach a higher sphere! 1 RESIGNATION, heavenly power! 2 Teach us the hand of love divine "Tis the first lesson that we need, 3 Resign, and all the pain of life 4 He bids us lay our burthen down YOUNG. Doddridge. 1 How gracious and how wise, And oh, how rich the blessings are, That blossom from his rod ! 2 He lifts it up on high, With pity in his heart, That every stroke his children feel, May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus, they bow And own his sovereign sway; 4 Our Father, we consent 283. And bless the pains that make our souls S. M. 1 My soul, repeat His praise, 2 The pity of the Lord, To those who fear his name, 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; WATTS. If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; 284. C. M. R. TURNBULL. 1 THERE is a place of waveless rest, Far, far beyond the skies, Where beauty smiles eternally, |