757. C. M. Anonymous.

Death of a Teacher.

1Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell!

For we shall meet no more

Till we are raised with thee to dwell

On Zion's happy shore.

2Our friend and brother, lo! is dead!

The cold and lifeless clay

Has made in dust its silent bed,

And there it must decay.

3Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,--

Soon we shall rise to thee;

And when we meet, no tongue can tell

How great our joys shall be.

4No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend,

But lift our ardent prayer,

And every thought and effort bend

To rise and join thee there.

The Same.

1Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee,

The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road;

All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee,

And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God.

2Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted,

Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love;

And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted,

Thou wilt love him and praise him in heaven above.

3And there may we meet when life shall be ended,

All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven,

And there may our prayers together be blended

In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven.