For every wicked, idle thought, 2 Yes, every secret of my heart 3 How careful, then, ought I to live! 338 Who such a strict account must give C. M. 1 THE stars are shining over head, So will they shine when we are dead, 2 For brief the time and short the space That e'en the proudest have, Ere they conclude their various race 3 But the pure soul from dust shall rise, 339 When the last trump shall rend the skies, C. M. Through Death to Life. 1 THROUGH Sorrow's night and danger's path, 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, To seek its kindred sky. 1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form, 2 So when in silence nature sleeps, Of those who know or know him not. 4 And when the last dread hour shall come, While shuddering Nature waits her doom, This voice shall wake the pious dead, — "Lo, it is I; be not afraid." 1 LORD, may I ne'er in youth be led But 2 What sorrows may my steps attend I never can foretell; But since my Maker is my friend, 3 Father, whatever grief or ill 4 Then still, as seasons hasten by, That God may take me, when I die, 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame, 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes; it disappears. Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring. 343 344 Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly! C. M. Death. 1 0 SILENTLY, O silently, The moon-bean falls on me: As silently, as silently It falls on land and sea. 2 O silently, still silently Creation's wings wax bright, Bright morn succeeds to night. lls. I would not live alway. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way. I would not live alway: no tomb; welcome the Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the 345 346 soul. 7s. 61. ANGELS ever bright and fair, S. M. 1 THE Swift-declining day, How fast its moments fly! 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, |