130. HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, Waiting to receive thy spirit Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above; Claims the purchase of His merit, Reaches forth the crown of love. Struggle through thy latest passion, To thy dear REDEEMER's breast, To His uttermost salvation, To His everlasting rest. For the joy He sets before thee, Die, to live a life of glory, Suffer, with thy LORD to reign. 131. PARTING Soul the flood awaits thee, Stands on yon celestial shore: There are crowns, and thrones of glory, Linger not, the stream is narrow, Though its cold, dark waters rise; Soon will end this painful sojourn, Triumph won, and weeping o'er ; But would change his lot for thine. 132. FAREWELL, thou vase of splendour, Nor sun nor moonbeam brightens Farewell, sweet nature, waving I ask what thou canst spare ; Only an earthly pillow To bear my death-cold head, And the turf and drooping willow To deck my lowly bed. The world to which I'm going Has fairer fruit than thine, Life's rivers ever flowing, And skies that ever shine. Farewell, each dearest union The love that seems forsaken The harps of Heaven steal o'er me, And God the Judge of all! So sang the parting spirit, While round flowed many a tear, Then left this world to inherit All Saints' Day or for the Festival of any Saint or Martyr. 133. WHAT more befits the Church's name, Of those, who in their SAVIOUR's might, Through perils they, and toil and strife, Taught by Thy Church, be ours, O GOD, All blessing, honour, glory, power, |