But love has all eternity
To look through as its own."

353. C. M. Barton.

The Dead.

1 The dead are like the stars by day,
Withdrawn from mortal eye,
Yet holding unperceived their way
Through the unclouded sky.

2 By them, through holy hope and love,
We feel, in hours serene,
Connected with a world above,
Immortal and unseen.

8 For death his sacred seal hath set
On bright and bygone hours;
And they we mourn are with us yet,
Are more than ever ours;--

4 Ours, by the pledge of love and faith,
By hopes of heaven on high;
By trust, triumphant over death,
In immortality.

354. P. M. Anonymous.

The Departed.

1 The spirits of the loved and the departed
Are with us, and they tell us of the sky,
A rest for the bereaved and broken-hearted,
A house not made with hands, a home on high;
Holy monitions,--a mysterious breath,--
A whisper from the marble halls of death.

2 They have gone from us, and the grave is strong,
Yet in night's silent watches they are near;
Their voices linger round us, as the song
Of the sweet bird that lingers on the ear,
When, floating upward in the flush of even,
Its form is lost from earth and swallowed up in heaven.

355. 11s. M. Anonymous.

Are They Not All Ministering Spirits?

1 How dear is the thought, that the angels of God
May bow their bright wings to the world they once trod;
Will leave the sweet songs of the mansions above,
To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love!

2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come,
Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home;
Some sinner to save from his darkened abode,
And lay him to rest in the arms of his God.

3 They come when we wander, they come when we pray,
In mercy to guard us wherever we stray;
A glorious cloud, their bright witness is given;
Encircling us here are these angels of heaven.

356. C. M. *J. H. Perkins.

Spiritual Presence.

1 It is a faith sublime and sure,
That ever round our head