O death, how dreadful is thy certain doom, The beautiful all hidden from my eye In the dark pit, where their stiff bodies lie! And must I join them in the loathsome tomb? Yet sure the spring-flow'r does not fail to bloom, When wintry frosts give way to genial sky. For body's happy change we need not sigh; Nor for the spirit's flight from all earth's gloom. Then, Death, thy presence brings me no affright, But wakes my loud, exulting voice through grace, A shout of glorious victor in the fight, Or of the winner in the struggling race. Death is quick transfer of the soul to heaven, A boon to all Christ's friends in mercy given. 66. GOD'S MARVELLOUS WORKS. Ps. 104. 'Tis God, who made and heav'n and earth sustains: We render homage due.――When floods arose, The Lord did quell them to a quick repose.―― He made all springs for mountains and for plains. T' enrich the earth he gives his plenteous rains; The herb for man and grass for cattle grows.―― The moon for seasons made, the sun too knows His going down, when thickest darkness reigns; Then forest beasts creep forth, who shun the light. To God young lions for their meat do cry; The sun ariseth,――down in their dens they lie: But man unto his work goes out till night.―― Thy works, O Lord, how manifold and great! In searchless wisdom didst thou all create! 67. THE LAST WORDS OF A MINISTER. CHRIST and redeeming mercy,――these alone His themes, as soon his life would cease to move; Then hear as if his voice still with you strove:―― "My Friends! whom I would meet before Christ's throne, And welcome where all ransom'd souls are one, The Son of God from his high throne above Came down to this low world in boundless love By anguish of the cross our guilt t' atone, Immortal life by rising bring to light, For the deprav'd God's Spirit to procure, For weakest Christian all his promis'd might, And thus the failing hope to re-assure:―― Compar'd with Christ count all things then but loss, Nor glory save in Christ and in his cross!" 68. PLYMOUTH MONUMENT LAID 1859. This upbuilt monument, though broad and high As tow'ring pyramid on Egypt's plain, Our Pilgrim-Fathers' rarest worth in vain Attempts to show forth to the kindled eye. They said――"We'll seek a land of Liberty; No child of ours shall wear a galling chain!"―― Such purpose bore them o'er the stormy main: Here was their home, and here their bodies lie. We'll build their noble virtues in our hearts,―― The love of Truth, the love of Good and Right, The Faith which sees beyond our earthly sight, The Zeal which love to God and man imparts:―― SUCH MONUMENT we will not fail to raise, When rock-built piles shall fall to bear their praise! 69. EFFECT OF DEATH ON MAN.