DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. REV. W. H. BATHURST. How sweet the hour of closing day, Such is the Christian's parting hour— There is a radiance in his eye, A smile upon his wasted cheek, That seems to tell of glory nigh, In language that no tongue can speak. A beam from Heaven is sent to cheer To bear him to their bright abode! Who would not wish to die like those Whom God's own Spirit deigns to blessTo sink into that soft repose, Then wake to perfect happiness? O Lord! that we may thus depart, And teach us now to walk with Thee! MISSIONARY HYMN. ROBERT KAYE GREVILLE. O GOD! from Thee alone Lord! may we faithful prove, And what we hold most dear Deny not to Thy love! Awake! then, ye to whom And know the path to Heaven! A thousand heathen die ! To tell what ye have heard? Ye know your Lord's command— Ye have that ye may give With ready heart and hand, That others too may live. HYMN IN HARVEST TIME. CHARLES WEST THOMPSON. 'NEATH summer's bright and glorious sky, By homestead, hearth, and forest tree- There is a sweet breath from the hills, We feel its balm-we see it there Among the bending wheat-blades move, Kissing their tops in dalliance fair, As if its very life were love! God of the harvest! whence its breezes blow, Receive the humble thanks thy creatures owe! |