THE DYING INDIAN’S DREAM

Abound—ah yes! this Bliss,

Which I shall there possess,

In all its glorious blessedness,

Forever and forever reigns,

“ O’er all those wide extended plains.” “ Oh! I must meet you there,

My brothers! you must share

That Blessedness with me,

So wonderful, so free;

That mansion in the skies,

Not bought with gold or price,

But with the precious blood

Of Christ the Lamb of God,

Who died on Calvary’s bloody tree,

In pain, and bitterest agony,

To set us guilty sinners free,

From all our sin and misery.

Oh! wondrous love! that we, even WE,

Despised, degraded,though we be,

In wretchedness and poverty,

May find Redemption in His Name,

That rich Inheritance to claim,

With yonder blood-washed company,

All robed in spotless purity,

And Joy, to all eternity.”

“ Oh! listen to the Great Redeemer’s voice, Receive His Word, make Him your choice, Trust in His Name, and in His Love rejoice, Forsake all sin, repent and be forgiven, Then I shall meet you all again in Heaven.”

VIII.

He ceased—his word, no longer heard, Through every chord, our souls had stirred. The glistening eye, gave back reply,

Then rose on high, the heart—felt cry: