There they enjoy for evermore, in that bright world of bliss, A more than ample recompense for all the toils of this! And shall we murmur, doubt or faint ?-Oh! rest assured there lies, Within each faithful Christian's reach, the same all-glorious prize; From the same blessed source obtained—a fountain full and free Oh! draw our hearts in faith and hope, Redeemer unto thee! * A WORD OF COMFORT. COMFORT take, thou child of sorrow, "As thy day, thy strength shall be." Child of grief, does this world move thee? There are mansions now preparing There shalt thou abide for ever With thy best and greatest Friend; Nought from Him, thy soul shall sever, In a world that knows no end. There amidst assembled nations, Sent as messengers of grace. Comfort take, thou child of sorrow, CHRIST PRECIOUS. "Unto you therefore who believe, he is precious." 1 Pet. ii. 27. MEN may trouble and distress me, Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, AT HOME IN HEAVEN. 1 Thess. iv. 17. "FOREVER with the Lord!" Amen-so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, A day's march nearer home. My Father's home on high, At times to Faith's foreseeing eye Ah! then my spirit faints, The bright inheritance of saints, But clouds will intervene The winds and waters cease, And sweetly o'er my troubled heart, Beneath its glowing arch, I see cherubic armies march, I hear at morn and even, Then then I feel that He, |