Before that living ray,
Which gives to the rapt soul a glimpse
Of pure and perfect day!

2 A gleam of Heaven's own light, though now
Its brightness scarce appears
Through the pale shadows that are spread
Around our earthly years;
But Thine unclouded smile, O God!
Fills that all-glorious place,
Where we shall know as we are known,
And see Thee, face to face.

360. S. M. Briggs' Coll.

The Angels' Call.

1 Come to the land of peace!
From shadows come away;
Where all the sounds of weeping cease,
And storms no more have sway!

2 Fear hath no dwelling here;
But pure repose and love
Breathe through the bright, celestial air
The spirit of the dove.

3 Come to the bright and blest,
Gathered from every land;
For here thy soul shall find its rest,
Amidst the shining band.

4 In this divine abode
Change leaves no saddening trace;
Come, trusting spirit, to thy God,
Thy holy resting-place!

361. C. M. Briggs' Coll.

A Vision of Heaven.

1 O, heaven is where no secret dread
May haunt us by its power;
Where from the past no gloom is shed
Upon the present hour.

2 And there the living waters flow
Along the radiant shore;
The soul, now wandering here, shall know
Its burning thirst no more.

3 The burden of the stranger's heart,
Which here unknown we bear,
Like the night-shadow shall depart
With our first wakening there.

4 And, borne on eagle's wings afar,
Free thought shall claim its dower,
From every sphere, from every star,
Of glory and of power.

VIII. VARIOUS OCCASIONS.

362. P. M. Sterling.

A Hymn of Morning.

1 Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold,
Thou liftest reverently on high
More incense fine than earth can hold,
To fill the sky.

2 Where'er the vision's boundaries glance,
Existence swells with living power,
And all the illumined earth's expanse
Inhales the hour.

3 In man, O morn! a loftier good,
With conscious blessing, fills the soul,--
A life by