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O holy hope, 'tis not in vain,
Unto my soul thou bringest light;
In better worlds to meet again,—
Be this my trust, my prospect bright.
From the German.—C. L.
O come not to disturb the blest,
Who in God's peace do softly rest;
They scarcely blossom'd here below,
But to eternity shall grow.—C. L.
Rest, wanderer, look on me, and know
That I have been what now thou art,
And thou must be what I am now,
For e'en long life must soon depart.—C. L.
"Poor and afflicted, yet ere long,
Joining the bright celestial throng,
His earthly griefs have found their close,
Where heaven affords its sweet repose.
"Who, while he trod life's thorny way,
Was often heard to sigh, and say,
Dear Saviour, come, oh, quickly come!
And take Thy mourning pilgrim home."
