E'n dying, we in peace may each exclaim,—
"My spirit into life doth die away,
And my poor body shall now rest in hope,
Awaiting with the sav'd the rising day,
When at the trumpet's blast each grave shall ope,
And in the likeness of Christ's body I
Shall share in glory endless in the sky!"
15. THE OVERTHROW OF POPERY.
An angel rais'd a stone as millstone great,