760. C. M. Boston S. S. H. Book.

The Same.

1Death has been here, and borne away

A brother from our side:

Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we he died.

2We cannot tell who next may fall

Beneath thy chastening rod;

One must be first, but let us all

Prepare to meet our God.

3May each attend with willing feet

The means of knowledge here;

And wait around thy mercy seat,

With hope as well as fear.

4Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care

May we resign our days;

Content to live and serve thee here,

Or die and sing thy praise.

On the Death of a Female Scholar.

1One sweet flower has drooped and faded,

One sweet infant's voice has fled,

One fair brow the grave has shaded,

One dear school-mate now is dead.

2But we feel no thought of sadness,

For our friend is happy now;

She has knelt in soul-felt gladness,

Where the blessed angels bow.

3She has gone to heaven before us,

But she turns and waves her hand,

Pointing to the glories o'er us,

In that happy spirit-land.

4God, our Father, watch above us,

Keep us all from danger free;

Do thou guard, and guide, and love us,

Till like her we go to thee.