Eternal Ljfe and the Second Death.

OH, where shall rest be found— Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above Unmeasur'd by the flight of years; And all that life is love.

There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death!

Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banish'd from thy face, And evermore undone.