th,
Sung a new song of joy and love;
Then why should anguish reign on earth?

347. L. M. Sarah F. Adams.

The Angel at the Tomb.

1 The mourners came, at break of day,
Unto the garden sepulchre,
With saddened hearts to weep and pray
For him, the loved one, buried there.
What radiant light dispels the gloom?
An angel sits beside the tomb.

2 The earth doth mourn her treasures lost,
All sepulchred beneath the snow,
When wintry winds and chilling frost
Have laid her summer glories low;
The spring returns, the flow'rets bloom,--
An angel sits beside the tomb.

3 Then mourn we not beloved dead,
E'en while we come to weep and pray;
The happy spirit hath but fled
To brighter realms of heavenly day;
Immortal hope dispels the gloom;--
An angel sits beside the tomb.

348. 7 & 5s. M. Bowring.

Blessed Are the Dead.

1 Blessed, blessed are the dead
In the Lord who die;
Radiant is the path they tread
Upward to the sky.

2 All their deeds of virtue done,
Deeds of peace and love,
Now are stars of glory strewn,
Lighting them above.

349. S. M. Bowring.

O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?

1 Where is thy sting, O death?
Grave! where thy victory?
The clod may sleep in dust beneath,
The spirit will be free!

2 Both man and time have power
O'er suffering, dying men;
But death arrives, and in that hour
The soul is freed again.

3 Then, death, where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, grave?
O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To Him who loves to save.

350. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

His End is Peace.

1 How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a trusting soul to rest,
How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys;
And naught disturbs that peac