599. C. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1What though the arm of conquering death

Does God's own house invade;

What though our teacher and our friend

Is numbered with the dead;--

2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,

The aged and the young;

The watchful eye in darkness closed,

And dumb th' instructive tongue?

3Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,

His teaching to impart:

Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,

And rule and keep our heart.

4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,

We have a boundless store,

And shall be fed with what he gives,

Who lives for evermore.

Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend.

1Farewell, thou once a mortal,

Our poor, afflicted friend;

Go, pass the heavenly portal,

To God, thy glorious end.

2The Author of thy being

Hath summoned thee away;

And faith is lost in seeing,

And night in endless day.

3With those that went before thee,

The saints of ancient days,

Who shine in sacred story,

Thy soul hath found its place.

4No loss of friends shall grieve thee;

That--we alone must bear;

They cannot, cannot leave thee,

Thy kind companions there.

5From all thy care and sorrow

Thou art escaped to-day;

And we shall mount to-morrow,

And soar to thee away.