5 Thus by that world of beauty,
And by that life of love,
And by the holy angels
Who listen, now, above,
I pledge my soul's endeavor
To do whate'er I can
To bless my sister woman,
And aid my brother man.

FRIEND AFTER FRIEND DEPARTS

"Wesleyan Sacred Harp." - Tune, p. 22.

FRIEN

RIEND after friend departs;
Who has not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is more than breath;
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

3 There is a world above

Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that happy sphere.

4 Thus star by star declines,

Till all are passed away,

As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

But hide themselves in heaven's own light.

ANGEL LOVE-NOTES.

Written for this Work by C. Fannie Allen, East Bridgewater, Mass.-Tune, Edinburgh. ARTH-BROTHERS and sisters, we come from above,

EARTH

On missions of mercy, of truth, and of love,
To take from your hearts all emotions of fear,
That your own Spirit-Father in light may appear.
Yes, we come from above,
With mortals to rove,

To sustain you through earth-life with a pure, heavenly love.

2 Then, friends, look around you! all Nature will tell That Christ even now in the earth's sphere doth dwell. Go seek ye your God in the deep rolling sea,

The flower and the dew-drop, the mountain and lea.
Then to nature's God go,

And pure blessing shall flow,

As you'll find him and can love him in the earth-sphere below.

3 Our influence o'er you is gentle and pure,

That ye may with power the world's scorn endure;
That you shall the better unfold with the earth,
The clear lovely glow of the spiritual birth;
Then onward, earth-friend,

While your course upwards tend,
Ever trusting, believing, we will guide to the end.
4 Condemning no mortal, go ye to the home
Of the fallen and erring, the vile, and the lone;
Go forth, breathing love, truth, and angelic lore,
And holy examples of "sinning no more;"
And your life's bark shall glide

Safe, for "loved ones " will guide,

And they'll welcome you gladly as ye pass o'er the tide.

5 O brothers and sisters, faint not, but toil on ; A glorious religion now brightens the dawn.

Unfolding the Christ-creed in every heart true,
Of Love one another as I have loved you."
Then in harmony blend,

Each as brother and friend,

And each heart will gladly echo, "Hallelujah, amen."

THE BEAUTIFUL SHORE.

By Mrs. O. S. Matteson. - Tune, p. 44," Waters's Choral Harp."

THERE'S a beautiful shore, where the loved ones are

gone,

'Mid the flowers decked in evergreen bloom,

And we know they have crossed over the dark death

wave,

And they dwell in that bright angel home.

They have fought the good fight, and the faith have kept;
And they join in the angel throng;

And the soft, melting notes of the chorus above,
In beauty is borne along.

CHORUS.-There's a beautiful shore where the loved ones

are gone;

A beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone. 2 Oh, that beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone, And the flowers and the evergreen trees,

We shall see when the death-damp is on our brow,
And the breath faintly dies on the breeze;
We shall meet the loved ones who have gone before,
And have bloomed in the world of souls;

When our spirits shall pass to that happy shore,
Our bodies the tomb below.

CHORUS.-There's a beautiful shore, &c.

3 To that beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone, To the flowers and the evergreen glade,

We shall one day pass, like the brave of yore,

And bask in the beautiful shade.

We must bear the good part, must not shrink from toil, Till the pilot shall bear us o'er

To the union of hearts in the land of the blest,

Where parting shall come no more. CHORUS.-There's a beautiful shore, &c.

THE NEW ERA.

Written for this Work by R. Tower, of Burns, Wis.- Tune, "Webb," in "Jubilee," p. 248. 7s & 6s.

A

NEW and blessed era

Has dawned upon our race;
The spirit-world seems nearer,
And friends o'er death embrace.
It has been shown to mortals
That friends from spirit-land
Can greet us through the portals,
And join us hand in hand.

2 We have new revelations,
Unfolding past things true;
Spreading to all the nations
The wonders brought to view;
Proving that God is loving, -
A father to us all,

That man is onward moving;
The high, the mien, the small.

3 The heavenly hosts assisting,
Makes man's progressing sure;
And we the wrong resisting,
Are striving to be pure.
Press onward, then, ye mortals,
The better land's in view,
And through the heavenly portals
Your friends will come to you.

4 Yes, "Jacob's ladder " standing,
Cannot be torn away;
"Ascending and descending,"
Friends come to earth to-day.
Oh! how it will rejoice us
When we are called on high;
For death no more annoys us;
We know we cannot die!

I

COME THIS WAY, FATHER, DEAR. REMEMBER a voice which once guided my way, When tossed on the sea-fog, enshrouded I lay; 'Twas the voice of a child, as he stood on the shore, It sounded like music o'er the dark billow's roar,

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CHORUS.

Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me; Here, safe on the shore, I am waiting for thee."

2 I remember that voice as it led our lone way, 'Midst rocks and through breakers, and high dashing

spray;

How sweet to my heart did it sound from the shore, As it echoed so clearly o'er the dark billow's roar,

CHORUS.

Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me; Here, safe on the shore, I am waiting for thee. 3 I remember my joy, when I held to my breast The form of that dear one, and soothed it to rest; For the tones of my child whispered soft in my ear, I called you dear, father, and I knew you would hear.

CHORUS.

Come this way, father dear, o'er the dark sea, While safe on the shore I am waiting for thee. 4 That voice is now hushed, which then guided my way, The form I then pressed is now mingling with clay; But the tones of my child still sound in my ear, I'm calling you, father, oh! can you not hear?

CHORUS.

Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me,
For on a bright shore I am waiting for thee.

5 I remember that voice in many a lone hour,

It speaks to my heart with fresh beauty and power;
And still echoes far out o'er life's troubled wave,

And sounds from loved lips now lying still in the

grave.

CHORUS.

Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me,
Here, safely in heaven, I am waiting for thee.