‘The night is gone
And in the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.’
“And then Isaac Watts, the Nonconformist, has no gloomy view when he says:
‘Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.’
“And John Fawcett, the Baptist, who has written the very finest hymn of Christian fellowship, ‘Blest Be the Tie That Binds,’ sings for us:
‘When we asunder part,