are Thine.

2 O Father, in that hour
When earth all helping power
Shall disavow;
When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down,
Sustain us Thou!

3 By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod;
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away,
Aid us, O God!

4 And now beside the grave,
We call on Thee to save,
Father divine!
Hear, hear our suppliant breath;
Keep us, in life and death,
Thine, only Thine!

345. 12 & 11s. M. Gaskell.

Life in Death.

1 Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken
The truths which have pierced through the spirit's sad gloom;
Whose love with the light of its presence hath broken
The darkness which hung o'er the desolate tomb.

2 What now shall affright us? A Father almighty
Keeps watch round our footsteps wherever we go;
His mercy is sleepless,--His wisdom unfailing,--
He knoweth each want and regardeth each woe.

3 Where now is death's terror? he comes as an angel
To carry the spirit away to its rest;
The gloom which he weareth is lost in the message
He brings from the Being who loveth us best.

4 May we live ever true to the hopes He hath given,
While they shed o'er our path a still holier light;
Ever making us nearer and nearer to heaven,
More pure our affections, our spirits more bright.

346. L. M. Norton.

O, Stay Thy Tears!

1 O, stay thy tears! for they are blest
Whose days are past, whose toil is done;
Here midnight care disturbs our rest,
Here sorrow dims the morning sun.

2 For laboring virtue's anxious toil,
For patient sorrow's stifled sigh,
For faith that marks the conqueror's spoil,
Heaven grants the recompense,--to die.

3 How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor's flight,
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears,
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright!

4 O, cheerless were our lengthened way,
But heaven's own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And sheds a glory round the tomb!

5 Then stay thy tears,--the blest above
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly bir