2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber
Peaceful in the grave so low:
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us:
He can all our sorrows heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,

Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

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C. WESLEY.

Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend.

1 FAREWELL, thou once a mortal,
Our poor, afflicted friend;
Go, pass the heavenly portal,
To God, thy glorious end.

2 The Author of thy being

Hath summoned thee away;
And faith is lost in seeing,
And night in endless day.

3 With those that went before thee,
The saints of ancient days,

Who shine in sacred story,

Thy soul hath found its place.

4 Acquainted with their sadness,
While in the weeping vale,

Thou sharest now their gladness,
And joys that never fail.

5 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; That-we alone must bear ;

They cannot, cannot leave thee,
Thy kind companions there.

6 From all thy care and sorrow
Thou art escaped to-day;

And we shall mount to-morrow,
And soar to thee away.

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Feasts and Fasts.

7s. M.

BOWRING.

For Advent or Christmas.

1 WATCHMAN! tell us of the night;
What its signs of promise are.
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height
See that glory-beaming star!
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveller! yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel!

2 Watchman! tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveller! ages are its own:

See! it bursts o'er all the earth,

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3 Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveller! darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God is come!

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Christmas Pymn.

1 CALM on the listening ear of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains!

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there;

And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,

And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,

And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

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5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems sing;
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From Heaven's eternal King."

6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!

And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.

1 HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wond'rous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy;
"Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!”

3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 "Christ is born, the great anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O receive, whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest and King."