THE TREASURE HOUSE.
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"Weep not!" One voice hath breathed those words; none other
Can dry the tear;—as by the gates of Nain
His eye of pity marked the widowed mother,
And to her arms restored her son again.
Oh! softly tread where Sorrow's children languish
In silence; thou the bruised soul revere;
"Wake not the smitten heart to keener anguish;
With idle comfort vex not thou the ear.
Nay! let them weep by life's deserted dwelling,
In that deep silence God Himself will speak.
Oh! not for us to read the sorrow swelling
In the veiled heart that is so near to break:
The Saviour watcheth!—on His breast she weepeth.
With sweet compassion, He who spoke at Nain
Breathes to her soul, "A little time he sleepeth;
Weep not; I will restore thy child again."
Can dry the tear;—as by the gates of Nain
His eye of pity marked the widowed mother,
And to her arms restored her son again.
Oh! softly tread where Sorrow's children languish
In silence; thou the bruised soul revere;
"Wake not the smitten heart to keener anguish;
With idle comfort vex not thou the ear.
Nay! let them weep by life's deserted dwelling,
In that deep silence God Himself will speak.
Oh! not for us to read the sorrow swelling
In the veiled heart that is so near to break:
The Saviour watcheth!—on His breast she weepeth.
With sweet compassion, He who spoke at Nain
Breathes to her soul, "A little time he sleepeth;
Weep not; I will restore thy child again."
THE TREASURE HOUSE.
"It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body."—1 Cor. xv. 44.
"Father, I will that they also, whom Thou hast given me, be with me where I am; that they may behold my glory."—John xvii. 24.
Room for our treasure, closed Tomb!
Open thy doors, Grave!
Take all the angel Death can claim,
Open thy doors, Grave!
Take all the angel Death can claim,
