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4 O, weary not! O, weary not!
For when thy task is o'er,

A home is thine of endless bliss,
Where toil is known no more.

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1 LABOR fearless, labor faithful,
Labor while the day shall last;
For the shadows of the evening
Soon the sky shall overcast;
Ere shall end thy day of labor,

Ere shall rest thy manhood's sun,
Strive with every power within thee,
That the appointed task be done.

2 Life is not the traceless shadow,
Nor the wave upon the beach,
Though our days are brief, yet lasting
Is the stamp we give to each:
Life is real, life is earnest,

Full of labor, full of thought ;
Every hour and every moment
Is with living vigor fraught.

278.

P. M.

MRS. COLBURN.

1 YE Workingmen of power,
Press onward to the fight;
Say, shall your spirits cower,
When pleading for the right?
Be firm and valiant-hearted,

Like warriors true and brave;
And strive with zeal undaunted
Humanity to save.

2 Yet nought of blood and slaughter
Shall stain the battle plain,
Where mother, wife and daughter,
Weep over many slain :

No! stainless is our banner!
Let peace our garland twine;
Our deeds with fadeless honor,
In future days shall shine.

279.

8s. & 7s. J. H. BRYANT.

1.WAKING every morn to duty,

Ere its hours shall pass away,
Let some act of love or mercy
Crown the labors of the day.

2 Lo! a better day is coming,
Brighter prospects ope before;
Spread your banner to the breezes-
Upward, onward, evermore !

3 Upward, onward, is our watchword,
Though the winds blow good or ill-
Though the sky be fair or stormy,
These shall be our watchwords still.

4 Upward, onward, in the battle

Waged for freedom and the right;
Never resting, never weary,

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
For immortality.

2 It is to leave this darksome world,
Where sin and sorrow reign;
To sever every earthly tie,

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,
In hope to meet above.

4 United with that happy band,

Which now in heaven may be,

We'll praise the great Creator's name
Throughout eternity!

5 Then why our fears? why shrink from death,
As though 't were dark and drear?

"Tis but the portal we must pass

To reach a higher sphere!

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1 RESIGNATION, heavenly power!
Our warmest thoughts engage;
Thou art the safest guide of youth,
The sole support of age.

2 Teach us the hand of love divine
In evils to discern ;

"Tis the first lesson that we need,
The latest that we learn.

3 Resign, and all the pain of life
That moment we remove;
The heavy load of grief and care
Devolves on One above.

4 He bids us lay our burthen down
On his almighty hand,
Supports our feeble frame, and makes
Our weary feet to stand.

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YOUNG.

Doddridge.

1 How gracious and how wise,
Is our chastising God!

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;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.

4 Our Father, we consent
To discipline divine;

283.

And bless the pains that make our souls
Still more completely thine.

S. M.

1 My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 The pity of the Lord,

To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

3 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower;

WATTS.

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

284.

C. M.

R. TURNBULL.

1 THERE is a place of waveless rest,

Far, far beyond the skies,

Where beauty smiles eternally,
And pleasure never dies:

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