The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.