IV

Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind,
Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar,
Till 'mong the things all hidden we may find
Possessions that abide for evermore.

I

Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing,
And let their tones responsive echoes call,--
There's more to cheer us than our senses bring,
And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall.

II

Saints in the land where sin is all unknown,
Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue,
Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne,
And voice new praise, for wonders ever new.

III

Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs
Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime;
Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers,
Offerings of duty from the realm of time.

VI

One, we are one with victors gone before;
Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife;
Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o'er,
Christ gives us entrance to immortal life.

I

Bring to the Christ your fears,
And tell your sorrows there,
The faintest cry he hears,
And every faltering prayer;
He knows your weight of woe,
Who dwelt with us below.

II

With thought of sin opprest,
Does conscience smite thee sore?
There is a place of rest,
Where sin afflicts no more;
See, where the blood was spilt,
The cross hath borne thy guilt.

III

Think you of former bliss,
Of happier, sunnier hours,
When fragrant joys you miss,
Bestrewed your path like flowers?
With Christ more joys abound,
Than can on earth be found.

IV

Mourn you a heart estranged,
Once kind, but now grown cold?
A happy friendship changed,
Now that the years are old?
There is a Friend above,
And His, a lasting love.

V

Is there an empty room
Where silence broods alone,
All curtained round with gloom,
Where once the sunlight shone?
Hearts that are linked below,