1 Fare thee well, our fondly cherished! Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well! He who lent thee hath recalled thee, Back with Him and His to dwell. 2 Like a sunbeam through our dwelling Shone thy presence, bright and calm; Thou didst add a zest to pleasure; To our sorrows thou wast balm. 3 Yet while mourning, O our lost one, Come no visions of despair! Seated on thy tomb, Faith's angel Saith, thou art not, art not there. 4 Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour, Blest, forever blest, to be; 'Mid the sinless little children Who have heard his "Come to me." 5 Passed the shades of death's dark valley, Thou art leaning on his breast, Where the wicked may not enter, And the weary are at rest. 6 Plead, that in a Father's mercy All our sins may be forgiven; Angel! plead, that thou may'st greet us, Ransomed, at the gates of heaven. 412. 7s. M. Anonymous. Funeral Hymn of a Child. 1 To the Father's love we trust That which was enshrined in dust; While we give the earth to earth, Finds the soul its heavenly birth. Angels wait the angel child, Gentle, young, and undefiled. 2 Said not oft those pleading eyes That they longed for purer skies? Did not oft the falling tear Speak of roughening billows here? Prayed we not that she might rest On her Heavenly Father's breast? 3 Give the spirit, then, to God, And its vesture to the sod; Life, henceforth, shall have a ray Kindled ne'er to pass away, And a light from angel eyes Draw us upward to the skies. 413. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Children in Heaven. 1 In the broad fields of heaven,-- In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers,-- There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth. 2 They sing of earth and heaven,-- Divinest voices rise To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies: They all are there,--in heaven,-- Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest. 414. 8 & 7s. M. Pierpont. For a Charitable Occasion. 1 Mighty One, whose name is holy, Thou wilt save Thy work alive, And the spirit of the lowly Thou wilt visit and revive. What Thy prophets thus have spoken, Ages witness as they roll; Bleeding hearts and spirits broken, Touched by Thee, O God, are whole.