O ye angry waves, be still, and ye winds of God, fan gently
that sacred spot. All our people are indebted to thee, thou blessed
one. Thou, who didst first teach us to sing the songs of Zion, now
removed from sin and sorrow, thou art singing with the myriads of
the just. We would not call thee back, but rather praise the Lord
that you and those other dear friends are entered into rest. No, ye
are not lost, ye spirits made holy; but as it was necessary that
some should come from a distant land to labor here, so ye were
necessary to do a greater work in heaven. We believe that ye are
doing there more than ye could have done here; yea, that ye form a
part of that great cloud of witnesses that encompass us to-day. It
is delightful to us to think that ye blessed ones guard us. It is a
comfort to our teachers to think that you, who laid these
foundations, are still round about us. Beloved ones, we would not
call you back. Cling closely, and more closely, to your Saviour,
till we, too, through free grace, shall share in your glory.
"And now, beloved friends, who with them flew on the wings of the
gospel across the ocean to tell us of salvation, we rejoice to-day
that the sharp arrows of death have not touched you.
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