Great Captain of salvation,
Thy triumphs now we sing ;
grave, where is thy victory?
Oh! death, where is thy sting?

Oh !

4-We wait for Thine appearing, We weep, but we rejoice;

In all our depths of sorrow,

We still can hear Thy voice ;-
"I am the resurrection;"

I live, who once was slain;
Fear not, thy friend and brother
Shall rise with Me and reign.

299

2 Tim. iv. 7, 8.

A DYING MARTYR'S HYMN.

1-Sing with me! sing with me!
Weeping brethren, sing with me!
For now an open heaven I see,
And a crown of glory laid for me;
How my soul this earth despises !
How my heart and spirit rises!
Bounding from the flesh I sever!
World of sin, adieu, for ever!

P.M.

2-Sing with me! sing with me!
Friends in Jesus, sing with me!
All my sufferings, all my woe,
All my griefs I here forego.
Farewell terrors, sighing, grieving,
Praying, hearing, and believing,
Earthly trust, and all its wrongings,
Earthly love and all its longings.

3-Sing with me! sing with me!
Blessed spirits, sing with me!
To the Lamb our songs shall be,
Through a glad eternity!

Farewell, earthly morn and even,
Sun and moon and stars of heaven;
Heavenly portals, ope before me,
Welcome Christ, in all His glory!

300

Rev. xxi. 4.

1-Beyond the smiling and the weeping,

I shall be soon;

Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home!

Sweet hope!

Lord, tarry not, but come

P.M.

2-Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon;

Beyond the shining and the shading,
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home! &c., &c.

3-Beyond the rising and the setting,
I shall be soon;

Beyond the calming and the fretting,
Beyond remembering and forgetting,
I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home! &c., &c.

4-Beyond the gathering and the strowing, I shall be soon;

Beyond the ebbing and the flowing,
Beyond the coming and the going,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home! &c., &c.

5-Beyond the parting and the meeting,
I shall be soon;

Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond the pulse's fever-beating,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home! &c., &c.

END.

BONAR.