Funeral Hymns, Second Series, 6

Why should my tears for ever flow.
Why should I wail the close of woe,
The end of misery?
His real life doth still remain,
Nothing is dead but grief and pain.
But that which wish'd to die.
Compare Young's " Night Thoughts," Night vi., lines 41, 42.

My Hutchinson himself survives;
He lives, to God he greatly lives!
The' imperishable part
Is wrapp'd beyond our world of care;
Yet now by faithful love I bear
His image on my heart.

I see the generous friend sincere!
His voice still vibrates in my ear.
The voice of truth and love!
It calls me to put off my clay,
It bids me soar with him away
To fairer worlds above.

Not even in death his friendship dies:
With grateful pity and surprise
I ask, How can it be.-
Loosen'd from all he leaves behind,
Yet still — unutterably kind —
Yet still — he cleaves to me.

On me he rests his dying head.
And catching grasps a broken reed,
But will not let me part,
Till Jesus visits him again,
By nobler love dissolves the chain.
And vindicates his heart.

Soon as the heavenly Guest arrives,
No more he fondly pants and strives
To' entwist his soul with mine:
He shakes me off — and then his clay,
He gives me up — and dies away
Into the arms Divine.

Departed hence in perfect peace,
He loves me now without excess,
Or passionate alloy
Serene, he waits my spirit's flight,
To range with his the plains of light,
And climb the mount of joy.

Reposed in those Elysian seats,
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Our souls shall soon embrace,
The utmost power of friendship prove,
Commenced on earth, matured above,
In ecstasies of praise.

How shall we sing and triumph there,
Our dangers and escapes compare,
Our days of flesh and woe!
How comprehend the plan Divine,
And sweetly in His praises join
Through whom we met below.

Through whom in paradise we meet.
Great Author of our joy complete.
Thee, Jesus, we proclaim,
While all the saints stand listening round.
And all the realms of bliss resound
Salvation to the Lamb.

The Lamb hath brought us through the fire:
The Lamb shall raise our raptures higher,
When all from earth are driven.
Our glorious Head shall cleave the skies,
And bid His church triumphant rise
From paradise to heaven.