And some deceived, and some are with the dead.
But thou, my Saviour! thou, my hope and trust,
Faithful art thou when friends and joys depart;
Teach me to lift these yearnings from the dust,
And fix on thee, th’ Unchanging One, my heart!
PASSING AWAY.
“‘Passing away’ is written on the world, and all the world contains.”
It is written on the rose,
In its glory’s full array;
Read what those buds disclose—