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AN INTROIT TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION
O most merciful !
BEFORE THE SACRAMENT.
BREAD of the world,
broken ; Wine of the soul, in mercy shed; By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be thy feast to us the token
That hy thy grace our souls are fed.
AT A FUNERAL.
BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given ;
Above us is the heaven.
Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay ;
Ourselves may be as they.
D are fed
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower ;
Its peril every hour.
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
On manhood's middle day.
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb,
And dreams of days to come?
Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread
And warns thee of her dead.
Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given ;
Shall live for hell or heaven.
ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not
deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the
tomb: Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before
thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through
the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer be
hold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy
side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold
thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died. Thou art gone to the grave; anı, its mansion
forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ; But the mild rays of paradise beamed on thy
waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the ser