556. S. M. Stennett.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.

1How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord!

Each morning shall thy mercies show,--

Each night thy truth record.

2Thy goodness, like the sun,

Dawned on our early days,

Ere infant reason had begun

To form our lips to praise.

3But we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,

When death shall bear our souls away

To realms of light and bliss.

4Nor shall that radiant day,

So joyfully begun,

In evening shadows die away

Beneath the setting sun.

5How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord!

Eternity thy love shall show,

And all thy truth record.

Heaven Anticipated.

1There is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wanderers given;

There is a joy for souls distressed,

A balm for every wounded breast;

'Tis found alone in heaven.

2There is a home for weary souls,

By sins and sorrows driven,

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear--'tis heaven.

3There faith lifts up the tearless eye,

The heart no longer riven,--

And views the tempest passing by,

Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.

4There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There rays divine disperse the gloom;

Beyond the dark and narrow tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.