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COVENTRY. C.M.

Old Tune.

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467.

"In my Father's house are many mansions."

I CANNOT think of them as dead
Who walk with me no more ;
Along the path of life I tread
They have but gone before.

The Father's house is mansioned fair
Beyond my vision dim;

All souls are his, and here or there
Are living unto him.

And still their silent ministry

Within my heart hath place

As when on earth they walked with me And met me face to face.

Their lives are made forever mine;

What they to me have been

Hath left henceforth its seal and sign Engraven deep within.

Mine are they by an ownership

Nor time nor death can free;
For God hath given to Love to keep

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THE glorious universe around,

The heavens with all their train, Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound

In one mysterious chain.

In one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,

The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.

Here, in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song;
There, through one bright, eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong. AMEN.

James Montgomery

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To joy celestial rise. Let all the saints terrestrial sing With those to glory gone: For all the servants of our King In earth and heaven are one.

One family, we dwell in him,

One Church, above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To his command we bow:

Part of his host hath crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.

His militant, embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach that heavenly land.

Charles Wesley.

"Sorrow not, even as others which have no

hope."

We would not dare their bliss to mourn
Who in the Lord have died, -
To wail, as over souls forlorn,
O'er spirits glorified.

Lord! they have parted in thy fear:
Lord! they abide in thee;

Lord! grant us grace, their followers here,
Their fellows there to be.

To thee our thanks melodious soar
For every work they wrought;
Thee, thee most sweetly we adore
For all the joy they brought.
Their heavenly glory makes us bright;
Their cheer our cheer doth move;
We take a dear divine delight

In their full bliss above. AMEN.

Thomas H. Gill.

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LORD! if our dwelling-place thou art,
With all thine own we dwell;
Oh, never may the faithful part
Who love the Lord full well.

Death has no bidding to divide

The souls that dwell in thee:

Yes, all who in the Lord abide
Are of one family.

They mingle still their songs, their prayers,

Thy people, Lord, are one,

Thy people in the vale of tears,

Thy people near the throne.

The souls most precious to us here
May from this home have fled;
But still we make one household dear;
One Lord is still our head.

Midst cherubim and seraphim

They mind their Lord's affairs; Oh! if we bring our work to him, Our work is one with theirs.

Thomas H. Gillt

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477.

"The spirit shall return unto God who gave it."

CALM on the bosom of thy God,

Young spirit, rest thee now:

E'en while with us thy footstep trod,

His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath;
Soul, to its home on high :

They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.

Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,
Since thy dear form is gone;
But oh! a brighter home than ours,

In heaven, is now thine own.

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As they may need, still deign to bring The helping of thy grace,

The shadow of thy guardian wing,

Or shining of thy face.

For all their sorrows here below Be boundless joy and peace; For all their love, a heavenly glow That nevermore shall cease.

O Lord of souls! when ours shall part, To try the farther birth,

Let faith go journeying with the heart To those we loved on earth. AMEN.

479.

Our lost ones come again.

Dear thoughts that once our union made, Death does not disallow:

Nathaniel L. Frothingham

We prayed for them while here they stayed,
And what shall hinder now?

Our Father, give them perfect day,
And portions with the blest;

Oh, pity, if they went astray,
And pardon for the best!

"Seeing that we also are compassed about with

so great a cloud of witnesses."

ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,

Another call is given;

And glows once more with angel-steps The path which reaches heaven.

Alone unto our Father's will

One thought hath reconciled; That he whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home his child.

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