On the death of Mrs. W. L. Grant, the author's wife.

" Our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, that, whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with Him" (1 Thess. 5:9, 10).

A sleep in Jesus! Called to rest
By Him she loved so long, through grace;
The lessons of the desert o'er,
She now beholds her Saviour's face.
Within the veil, where glories shine
No eye hath seen, no tongue hath told,
Where dwells the Majesty Divine
In light no mortal may behold.

Asleep in Jesus! Absent from
The body, present with the Lord,
Who died for us that we should live
With Him, our life, our souls' adored.
From earth's frail tenement released,
From earthly task and vigil borne,
She waits above, in blissful rest,
The glorious resurrection morn.

We sorrow, but we sorrow not
As those bereft who hopeless weep;
Redemption's glories gild our grief
When our beloved fall asleep.
The light that streams from Calvary's cross
O'er all this dark, sad scene of sin,
Reveals a blessed Saviour-God,
Begets a living hope within.

The parting soul might well despair,
When God recalls the life He gave,
Had we no Rock whereon to stand,
Had we no hope beyond the grave.
But, ah! the Rock of Ages cleft,
When justice smote, that grace might flow-
The stroke of death and judgment bore,
That we the love Divine might know.

And though the things of time might wane
Her faith had hold of things above,
And found 'mid weary days of pain
Abiding rest in Jesus' love-
That love which sought, and found, and saved,
Which took all guilt and fear away,
And shed o'er all life's checkered path
The light of God's eternal day.

With thankful heart and humble mind
Her lowly path through life she trod;
Her deep desire, whate'er her lot,
To magnify the grace of God-
Sought not her own, but others' weal;
Her home, her realm of sweet content,
In willing service found the joy
Which flows from love with labor blent.

In weakness, trusting in God's power,
His mercy strewed her path with praise;
His grace sufficed in needy hour,
His love sustained in darksome days.
Throughout the changing, lengthening years,
Her Lord to her more dear became-
Found in His love still deepening depths,
More glories in His peerless Name.

Ah! many a prayer did "mother" breathe
That God would all her loved ones bless,
That all might know and serve the Lord,
Her precious Saviour's Name confess;
That He would ever guard and guide,
And mercy grant and grace bestow;
And for His glory over-rule
The path of faith for each below.

And not her own dear flock alone,
But all akin through nature's ties,
That all with Him be found above
When Christ shall bid His saints arise.
She bore them in the arms of faith
Up to the sprinkled throne of grace,
And pled His mercy, and their need,
Before her God and Father's face.

When glory reaps what grace hath sown
And faith gives place to raptured sight,
When we shall know as we are known,
And endless day supplants the night,
Of all her counsels, yearnings, prayers,
The glorious fruitage shall appear;
And lo! her children shall arise,
And call her "blessed," mother dear.

Our sorrow's cloud is lustered here
By rays from where she lives in bliss;
Yet, ah! the ministry of love,
The voice now stilled, we miss! we miss!
With many a dear remembrance fond
With sweetly hallowed love entwined,
Within the hearts of all her own
Her memory blest shall live enshrined.

And while we hold the memory dear
Of our beloved and blessed dead,
O'er death's dominion faith can see
The light of Resurrection shed.
The Lord of Life shall soon despoil
The power which has enthralled so long:
Though dark and sorrowful the night,
The Day will break in light and song!

And, oh! when dawns that glorious Day,
What joy untold shall fill each heart,
When all shall re-united meet
Where bliss abides, and naught can part!
And there the Man of Calvary's tree
As Lord of All enthroned we'll see
And with o'erflowing hearts adore;
The swelling song of triumph raise,
With all redeemed Creation praise
God and the Lamb for evermore!

W. L. G.