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Of earnestness, which might not be denied? Who there did wrestle with the angel of The covenant, like Israel of old, As though he felt he could not let him go Without the blessing given

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Grave reveal!that voice so often heard, So much beloved, is silent now in death! Its loved tones ne'er again will glad our hearts, Like music's softest melody. There In the cold funereal grave it rests, No more to sound untill the last great day, When all from their long slumber shall stand Before the throne of God in being worthy To hear the words of ? our Savior ? And judged according to God's righteous book.

And hark! The spirit that attuned that voice Rests not within the grave. Thrice happy, it Ascended, far above the skies to dwell, With seraphs and with angels round the throne Of God. And sweeter and more loved to swell The pealing notes of their triumphant song. Since he, another ransomed one, has joined The blissful chorus. He loved to speak the Praise of God on earth, and now, in you fair "World of love," his voice doth ring with shouts Of loudest praise, through all the wide expanse Of heaven;" ascribing glory, honor, power To Him who sits upon the throne, and to The Lamb of God. He hath redeemed us by His blood. Forever holy is His name. Sing Hallelujah, glory to our God." And is such thy present joy? thy glory such? And do we sign and weep? Oh! it were sin To drop one mournful tear for thee, since thou Art now so full of joy. For thou hast done With sorrow, toil and pain. Thy every tear The Savior's hand hath wiped away. Sickness