99.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear.

100.

They came up, and were cut down like flowers. 101.

By slow degrees his powers decay'd,
Which kept him long in pain;
But now released we trust he lives,
Where joys immortal reign.

102.

A few short years he lived on earth,
His parents' hope; by friends, beloved.
Oh! may our God, who gave him birth,
Now grant him peace with Christ above.

103.

"Sleeping in Jesus."

104.

The great Jehovah, full of love,
An angel bright did send ;
To take these little spotless doves
To joys that never end.

105.

"Affection inscribes this memorial."
106.

He was a sincere friend

and a zealous Christian;
He sought and found redemption
through the blood of the Lamb.
Reader, hast thou?

God my

107.

Redeemer lives,

And ever from the skies

Looks down and watches o'er my dust,

Till He shall bid it rise.

108.

What is there here to court my stay,
Or hold me back from home,
While angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come ?
Shall I regret my parted friends,
Still in the vale confined?
Nay, but whene'er my soul ascends,
They will not stay behind.

109.

The weary are at rest.

110.

It is the Lord; should I distrust
Or contradict his will,

Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still?

111.

Servant of God,-whose lips were fraught,
With precious words of grace and truth;
To quicken souls to earnest thought;

To enliven saints, to instruct our youth;
Why are those lips so early seal'd?

Great God! we know not-but we bow,— Thy purpose best—not yet reveal'd: Our solace-he's most blessed now.

112.

Much as we loved thee, to our bitter cost,
Alas! how much we knew not, till we lost;

Oh! say not lost, the dead in Jesus sleep,
And not for them, but for ourselves we weep.
113.

These bodies in corruption sown,
In graves bedew'd with tears;
Redeem'd his glorious power shall
When Christ, their life, appears.

own,

REPTON CHURCH-YARD.

114.

Silent Grave, to thee I trust

This precious pile of worthy dust;
Keep it safe, O sacred Tomb,

Till wife or children ask for room.

115.

What is there in Death that men should fear to die?

Or what in life but care and misery?

The world's chief glories are not worth our stay,
For when approach'd they wither and decay.

116.

The Lord knoweth them that are His.

117.

Farewell, ye friends and children dear,
We are not dead but sleeping here;

We parted with you all in love,

And hope to meet in heaven above.

118.

'Tis not a tear we ask our friends to give,
Vain tribute, which the dead cannot receive;

Would you our latest ardent wish fulfil ?

Now love your God, and learn to do His will.

119.

Of such is the Kingdom of God.

120.

The Master is come, and calleth for thee.

121.

We cannot, Lord, thy purpose see,

But all is well that's done by thee.

122.

In all his dealings he was just,
In words and actions kind;
In God above he put his trust,
On Him his hope reclined.

SHEFFIELD GENERAL CEMETERY.

123.

Why weepest thou? thy child has reached that shore,
Whence life's tempestuous sea is sailed no more;
His little bark has anchored in that bay,
Where all is one serene eternal day.

124.

For refuge to the Saviour's cross she fled,
And now from every pain has full release,
Her body sleeps amongst the silent dead,
With Christ, her spirit rests in peace.

125.

As a Man, he was open and generous;
As a Husband, tender and prudent;
As a Father, affectionate and firm;"
As a Christian, humble, zealous, and devout;
He died in the full triumph of Faith.

126.

"My flesh also shall rest in hope."

127.

Weep not, dear parents, be content,
For I to you was only lent;
The Lord hath only had His due,
And very soon may call for you.

128.

Oh thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized:-it ne'er was mine,
I only yield thee what is thine,
Thy will be done.

129.

Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.

130.

"The memory of the just is blessed."

131.

Happy day that fixed her choice,

On Christ, her Saviour, and her God;
Well might her glowing heart rejoice
To tell its raptures all abroad.

132.

Ye who have mourn'd a Sister's early doom,
Or bent in sorrow o'er a Daughter's tomb ;
Oh! weep
for those who sadly now deplore,
The fate, the virtues, of a maid no more;
What power can soothe a tender parent's grief,
Or bring the Friends, the Sisters' woes relief?
Religion pure, ineffably divine,

Angel of peace, that heavenly power is thine.

133.

Dear, lovely child, to all our hearts most dear, Long shall we bathe thy memory with a tear; Farewell; too promising on earth to dwell, Sweetest of children, Farewell! Farewell!