Friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend?<br/>There is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call Him Lord.
T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.
Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!
Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).