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HYMNAL

COMPILED FOR THE USE OF THE CONGREGATION

OF THE

CHURCH OF THE MESSIAH,

MONTREAL.

PRINTED

FOR THE CONGREGATION

IIV

The Montreal Herai.o Company.
1854.

111321

Thanks are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Messrs.
Roberts Brothers, and Mr. George H. Ellis, publishers in
Boston ; also to the representatives of the lato firm of Messrs.
Robert Carter & Brothers, of New York, for generous permis-
sion to make use 'of hymns included in their publications.
Acknowledgement is also made of the kindness of Miss Eliza
Scuddcr, Miss Augusta Lamed, Rev. Alfred P. Putnam, D.D.,
Rev. John W. Chadwick, Rev. William C. Gannett, Rev.
Minot J. Savage and Rev. Frederick L. Hosmer, in approving
the use of hymns of their authorship or under their cop*"o1.
Especial mention is made of " Amore Dei," Singers and Songs
of the Liberal Faith," and " Unity Hymns and Chorals."
Esteemed assistance has been rendered by others to wbom
thanks are due, especially members of the congregation, for
contributed hymns or valued service and encouragement. If
there has been any unknown trespass in the selection of copy-
righted hymns, our regret is sincere. In doubtful cases we
have decided by the ** Golden Rule."

Our Hymnal includes a number of hymns that are old, and
more that are comparatively new. Many will be missed, but
the limit imposed will excuse the seeming oversight. It
would have been easy to extend the collection, but it has not
been easy in all cases to decide whether to pass over or retain.
Imperfect as the result must be regarded, it is hoped that as a
compilation made in good faith our little Hymnal will justify
the attempt to voice the devotions of the congregation in song.
; While there is no formal Index of Subjects, it will be observed
that the hymns generally follow a natural and progressive
order. The Index of First Lines and Table of Authors will
prove sufficient guides.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Paoi.

Abide with me I last foils the eventide 48

Affain as evening's shadow foils 38

An Father I when man's softened heart 194

A 1 men are equal in their birth 164

Almighty God! in humble prayer 68

Another year! another year 126

As darker, darker, foil around 37

As pants the heart for cooling streams 41

As the lost who vainly wander. 138

Author of good ! to thee I turn 150

A voice by Jordan's shore 97

A wondrous star our pioneer 100

Backward looking o'er the past 128

Behold the western evening light 220

Behold where, breathing love divine 149

Beyond, beyond that boundless sea 50

Blessed be thy name forever 46

Blest are the pure in heart 200

Blest be thy love, dear Lord 188

Breathe on me. Breath of God 82

Brother, hast thou wandered far l87

By cool Siloam's shady rill 134

Calm me my God, and keep me calm 198

Calm on the listening ear of night 96

City of God, how broad and for 169

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 79

Come, kingdom of our God 170

Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate 85

Come, thou Almighty King 3

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish 216

Creator Spirit, by whose light 90

Day by day the manna fell 178

Dear Lord and Father of mankind 31

Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din 14

Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round 229

Eternal source of light and thought 27

Fair are the feet that bring the news 174

Far from mortal cares retreating 23

Father and Friend, thy light, thy love 181

Father, beneath thy sheltering wing 185

Father, give thy benediction 246

Father hear the prayer we offer 156

Father in heaven, to thee my heart 63

Father of our feeble nice 148

Father of our spirits! hear 154

Father, thy presence, ever near 66

Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand 76

Father, to thee we look in all our sorrow 214

For all thy saints, Lord 227

From all that dwell below the skies 250

From heart to heart, from creed to creed 173

Give me a heart of calm repose 192

GKxl bless our native land 243

God is in his holy temple 8

Qod is love ! his mercy brightens 226

Gtod is my strong salvation 171

God moves in a mysterious way 212

Grodofages and of nations 242

God of eternity ! from thee 124

God of the earnest heart 161

God of the earth, the sky, the sea 24

Grod, our kind Master, merciful as just ISO

God, the omnipotent ! mighty avenger 241

Go forth to life, O child of earth 133

Gone is the hollow, murky night 167

Great God, on whose sustaining power 72

Great God ! we sing that mighty hand 121

Great Raler of all nature's frame 15

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes 94

Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises 146

He Cometh not a king to reign 98

He hides within the lily 123

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower 199

Holy Father, thou hast taught me 143

Holy, holy, holy Lord 4

Holy Spirit, source of gladness 83

Holy Spirit, Truth divine 92

How blest is he whopo tranquil mind 208

How gentle God's commands 182

How glad the tone when Summer's sun 118

How shall come thy kingdom holy 172

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 102

How various and how new , .,.. 18

III

I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent ?iO

I cannot find Thoe, still on restless pinion 70

I know not if beyond the bhio I.s7

I look to thee in every need I'.K)

Ininiorlal by their deed iin<l word L'(M

Innnortiil Love, forever full 20

In ohildh(^>d ever lies enshrined I7<»

In each breeze that wanders free 1 14

Infinite (iod,Thon jxreat nnrivalled One 10

In heavenly lovealddinj? 11)1

In (iniet hours the trancpiil soul 1S4

In the cross of Christ I jrlory 109

In thee my powers, my treasures live l.VJ

I saw on earth another light 2'J',i

It is the hour of prayer 22

It singeth low in every heart 217

Jehovah CJod ! thy gracious power 17

Lead, kindly Light, amid th* encircling gloom ol

Life nor death shall us dissever 201

Life of Ages, richly ptnired lOO

Like travellers that stray SO

Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place 2^0

Lord of all being, throned afar I

Lord of eternal truth and might 24o

Lord of my lite! whose tender care (iO

Lord! subdue our selfish will 200

Lord ! when I all things would possess (14

Love divine, all love excelling 01

Messiah now is gone before Ill

Morning breaks upon the tomb 112

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord tOli

My Father's house on high 221

My God, how endless is thy love 'Art

My God, I thank tliee; may no thought 202

My God, my Father! blissful name \H\)

My God, my Father, while I stray 2i:^

My soul before thee prostrate lies 77

Mysterious soul ! thou wondrous jjower 130

Nearer, my God, to thee 44

Not only for some task sublime 07

Not so fearful, doubting pilgrim F8

Now, on land and sea descending 43

Now with creation's morning song 32

O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother i 1^5

() riecni not tliiit eurth'H orowning bliss 216

O'er the <lark wave of (fiililee 107

O FtiireHt-l>oni of Love ami LiRht 105

O Father! though the anxiouH fear 73

()(ro:l! a<'('(»pt the Hacroil lioiin 228

() <tol ! I thank thee for each oljjjht 2:W

(>(m>(1, mine eyes and ears unseal 144

() (fod, niv Htren^th, my hope 89

():<lo(l of Methel! l)y whose hand 62

()(fod! thy tender love and rare 232

O (t()(1, unseen, but ever near GO

() (rod ! we praise thee and ('onfess 23H

() (lod whose law is in the sky 142

() (lod, whose presentte ^lows in all 13

U (trant us light, that we may know 71

() here, if ever, (rod of Love 224

() Holy Father! 'mid the calm 42

Oh, sometimes jrleams upon our sight 103

Oh ! Source divine, and Life of all 16

O Life that makest all things new 6

() Lord of seasons 1 unto thee 119

O J^)ve Divine, that stooped to share 203

O Love Divine, whose ron.stant beam 26

O lovely voices of the sky 93

() Love! OLife! our faith and sight 104

O Love, with thy sweet chains 74

O name all other names above 65

One holy Church of (lod appears (i8

One thought 1 have, my ample creed 179

Onward, onward, though the region 147

O Saints of old ! not yfMirs alone 155

O, send me not away ! for I would drink 139

O Shadow in a sultry land 47

(> shall our hearts that Friend forsake 110

() Star of Truth, down shining 165

O suffering Friend of human kind 108

O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men.... 99

O Thou, in all thy might so far 19

O Thou, to whom, in ancient time 5

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight 54

O Thou who art of all that is 49

O Thou whose perfect goodness crowns 237

OTime! ne'er resteth thy swift wing 122

•Our earth has not grown aged 125

Our father, through the coming year 129

Our God! our Ood ! Thou shinest here 160

Our Ood, our help in ages past 127

Out of the dark the circling sphere 39

Part in peace! is day before us...;... ' :.-,..;;.... 249

Peace be to this congregation 248

Peace, peace on earth ! the heart of man forever 175

Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him 231

Praise to thee, thou great Creator 230

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 50

" Remember me," the Saviour said 225

Say not the law divine 157

See Israel's gentle shepherd stand 130

Send down tny truth, God 162

Sing forth his high, eternal name 235

Sing to the Lord a new, glad song 238

Slowly by thy hand unfurled 40

Sometimes a light surprises 205

Sons of men! beliold from far Otf

Sow in the morn thv seed 177

Speak with us. Lord ! thyself reveal 57

Spirit divine, attend our prayer 81

Spirit of grace, and health, and power 84

Spirit of Truth! who makest blight 87

Still with thee, O ray God 196

Sweetest Joy the soul can know 55

Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream 62

Teach me. my God and King 153

The bird let loose in eastern skies 7

The dead are like Ihe stars by day 218

The heaven of heavena cannot contain 239

The Lord is in his Holy Place 116

The loving friend to all who bowed 101

The mourners came at break of day 113

The Past is dark with sin and shame 159

There is a book, who runs may read 115

There is a state unknown, unseen 219

There is a world eye hath not seen 222

There's not a bird with lonely nest 211

They who seek the throne of grace 12

Thirsting for a living spring 75

Thou art my morning, God of light 33

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all 193

Thou hidden love of God, whose height 78

Thou hidden Source of calm repose 68

Thou life within my life, than self more near 34

Thou long disowned, reviled, oppressed 80

Thou, whose almighty word 2

Thou whose spirit dwells in all 25

Through all the various shifting scene 186

Thy name, almighty Lord 247

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Thy name be hallowed evermore 244

Thy seamleM robe conceals thee not 21

Thy way is on the deep, O Lord 206

Thy way, not mine.O Lord 197

'Tia ffone, that bright and orbed blaze 46

'Tis Winter now ; the fallen snow 120

To-day, beneath thy chastening eye 36

To thee, O God in heaven 131

To thine eternal arms, O God 140

Unheard the dews around me fall 56

We ask not, Father, the repose 207

We bless theeij[br this sacred day 30

We come in childhood's innocence 132

We come to thee, when morning o'er the hills 28

We follow. Lord, where thou dost lead 168

We hear the heavenly voice 136

We pray no more, made lowly wise 161

What has drawn us thus apart 29

When aU thy mercies. O my God 234

When arise the thoughts ot sin 141

Whene'er along the shore we wind 145

When Israel, of the Lord beloved til

Vyhen 1 survey life's varied scene 188

When my love to Christ grows weak 106

When warmer suns and bluer skies 117

WMierever through the ages rise 11

Vfhile thee I seek, Protecting Power 53

AV^ith sacred joy we lillour eyes 9

VII

Lift

up your hearts

Lord

We lift them up unto the

L. M.

Ihe Lord of Life.

Lord of all being, throned afar,
Thy glory Hames from sun and star ;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near I

Sun of our life, thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day ;
Star of our hope, thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ;
Our rainbow-arch thy mercy's sign ;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.

Lord of all life, below, above,

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,

Before thy ever-blazing throne

We ask no lustre of our own.

Grant us thy truth to make us free.
And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

6 & 4s M.

Let th'tre he Light.

Th(>u, whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness lieard,

And took their flight !
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And, where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

Let there be liirht !

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riiou, who didst come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,

Healinjif and sif^ht !
Health to the sick in mind,
Light to the inly blind.
Oh, now to all mankind

Let there be light !

Descend thou from above,
Spirit of truth and love, —

Speed on thy flight !
Move o'er the waters' face,
Spirit of hope and grace.
And in earth's darkest place

Let there be light !

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John ^Marriott.

Jnvocaliou.

Come, thou Alniiglity Kiiii,^ !
Helj) us thy name to sing "

Help us to praise!
Father all-glorious,
()'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us.

Ancient of Days !

Come, thou all-gracious Lord
By heaven and earth adored,

Our prayer attend !
Come, and thy children bless ;
Give thy good word success ; '
Make thine own holiness

On us descend !

Never from us depart ;
Rule thou in every heart,

Hence, evermore.
Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

Charles Wesley.

7s M.

Divine goodness celebrated.

Holy, holy, holy Lord !
Jjt* thy glorious name adored ;
Lord I thy mercies never fail :
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !

Though unworthy, Lord ! thine ear,
Yet our hallelujahs hear ;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
\\'hen around thy throne we sing.

While on earth ordained to stay,
(iuide our footsteps in thy way ;
Then on high we'll joyful raise
Songs of everlasting praise.

Tliere no tongue shall silent be ;

All shall join in harmony ;

And through heaven's all-spacious round

Praise to thee shall ever sound.

L )rd ! thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
Be thy glorious name adored.

Benjamin Williams.

L. M.

(jiiirrrml Worship.

O Thoii, to wliom, in ancient time,
The Ivre of Hebrew bards was strunjj,
Whom kinofs adored in sonj; snV)linie,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue

Not now on Zit)n's lieight alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Xor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies.
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, mav rise
To heaven, and Und acceptance there.

To thee shall age, with snowy hair.
And strength and beauty, ben<l the knee ;
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its pi'ayers to thee.

O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung !
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Sliall temples rise, and praise be sinig.

Joiin IMerpont.

L. M.

Grfttimg.

O Life that iiiakest all things new,

The bloomino- earth, the thoughts of men !

Our pilgrim feet, wet with thy dew.

In gladness hither turn again :

From hand to hand the greeting Hows,

From eye to eye the signals runT

From heart to heart the bright hope glows,

The lovers of the Light are one.

One in the freedom of the Truth,

One in the joy of paths untrod,

One in the soul's perennial youth,

One in the larger thought of God :

The freer step, the fuller breath.

The wide horizon's grander view.

The sense of life that knows no death, —

The Life that niaketh all things new !

Samuel Longfellow.

C. M.

Anpiratlon.

Tlie bird let loose in eastern skies,

When hastening fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies

Where idL »varblers roam ;
But high she shoots thro' air and light,

Above all low delay.
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, God, from ever}^ care

And stain of passion free,
Aloft, thro' virtue's purer air.

To hold my course to thee !
No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs ; —
Thy sunshine on her joyful way.

Thy freedom in her wings !

Tliomas Moor(

8 & 7s M.
The Lord is in his Holy T« tiijth .

God is in his holy temple,

Earthly thoughts be silent now,

While with reverence we assemble,
And before his presence bow.

He is with us now and ever,
When we call upon his name.

Aiding t very good endeavor,
Guiding every upward aim.

God is in his holy temple.
In the pure and holy mind,

In the reverent heart and simple.
In the soul from sense refined.

Then, let every low emotion
Banished far and silent be,

And our souls in pure devotion,
Lord, be temples worthy thee !

Anonymous.

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C. M.

Homaije and Ih ration.

With sacreil joy we lift our eyes
To those bright reahns above,

That glorious temple in tlie skies,
VVliere dwells eternal love.

Before the awful throne w^e bow
Of heaven's almighty King ;

Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

O Lord ! while in thy house we kneel

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.

With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing ;
Nor from thy presence cast away

The sacrilice we brino;.

Thomas Jervis.

10s M.

God all In all.

Infinite God, Thou great unrivalled One !
Whose glory makes a blot of yonder sun ;
Compared with thine, how dim his beauty seems,
}1()W quenched the radiance of his golden beams !

Thou art our bliss, the light by which we move ;
In thee alone dwells all that we can love :
All darkness flies, when thou art pleased to appear ;
A sudtlen spring renews the fading year.

Where'er we turn, we see thy power and grace.
The watchful guardians of our heedless race ;
Thou art our firm support, our rock, our tower.
We dwell secure beneath thy sheltering power.

Thy various creatures in one strain agree ;

All, in all times and places, speak of thee :

We, too, with trembling heart, and faltering tongue.

Attempt thy praise, and join the general song.

Mme. Guion.

Tr. by AVilliani Cowper.

h M.

Filloii'Hh'q) mid Savrljicc.

Wherever tlir()u<rli the ages rise
1'lie altars of self-sacrifice,
Where love its anus hath opened wide,
Or man for man hath calmly died,

We see the same white wings outspread,
'Di at hovered o'er the Master's head ;
And in all lands beneath the sun
The heart aifirmeth, " Love is one."

Up from undated time they come,
The martyr-souls of heathendom,
And to his cross and passion brin^"
Their fellowship of suffering.

And the great marvel of their death
To the one order witnesseth, —
Each, in a measure, but a part
Of thine unmeasured loving heart.

John G. Whlttier.

7s M.

Divine Vrenmcc.

They who seek the tlirone of frmce
Find that throne in every place ;
It' we live a life of prayer,
Ood is present every where.

In our sickness or our health,
In our want or in our wealtli,
If we look to (jlo(l in prayer,
(fod is present every where.

When our earthly comforts fail,
When the foes of life prevail,
Tis the time for earnest prayer ;
(Jod is present every where.

Then, my soul, in every strait
To thy Father come, and wait ;
He will answer every prayer ;
God is present everywhere.

Oliver Iloltlen.

•y

L M.

Goil villi »«.

() (fOil, whose presence j^Hows in all
Within, around us, and ahove !
Thy word we bless, thy name we call,
Wliose word is Truth, wliose name is Love.

Tliat truth be witli the lieart believed
Of all who seek this sacred place ;
With power proclaimed in peace received,
Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.

That love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek, and make us t'nje,
And throw its binding influence more
Round each with all, and all with thee.

Send down its angel to our side ;
Send in its calm upon the breast ;
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.

Natluiniiel L. Frothiiijirhaui.

C. M.

Tlw dan ^f prdlfcr and rent.

Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din
Wake not this morning air !

A holy calm should welcome in
This solenni hour of prayer.

Now peace, be still, unhallowed cai'e,
And hushed within the breast !

A holy joy shall welcome there
This happy day of rest.

Each better thought the spirit knows,

This hour, the spirit fill !
And Thou, from whom its being fiow^s,

O, teach it all thy will !

Then shall the day indeed be blest,
And send its hallowing power,

Its sacred calm and inward rest,
Through many a busy hour.

Anon villous.

**< "llr*

C. M.

(lod'a iiwrcij icmpcra affliction.

Great Ruler of all nature's frame !

We own thy power divine :
We hear thy breath in every storm,

For all the winds are thine.

Wide as they sweep their soundino- way
They work thy sovereign will ;

And, awed hy thy majestic voice.
Confusion shall be still.

Thy mercy tempers every blast

To them that seek thy face ;
And ndngles with the tempest's roar

The whispers of thy grace.

Those gentle whispers let me hear,

Till all the tunuilt cease ;
And gales of paradise shall lull

My weary soul to peace.

PJiilip Doddridge.

•^■"^

L. M.

Reverence and Joy.

Oh ! Source divine, and Life of all,
The Fount of Being's fearful sea,

Thy depth would every heart appal,
That saw not love supreme in thee.

We shrink before thy vast abyss,

Where worlds on worlds eternal brood !

We know thee truly but in this.
That thou bestowest all our good.

And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
Oh ! grant us still in thee to dwell ;

And through thy ceaseless web to tracv?
Thy presence working all things well.

Nor let thou life's delightful play

Thy truth's transcendent vision hide ;

Nor strength and gladness lead astray
From thee, our nature's only guide.

Bestow on every joyous thrill

Thy deeper tone of reverent awe ;

Make pure thy creature's erring will,
And teach his heart to love thy law.

John Sterling.

C. M.

God*s incrgij aU-perradinij.

Jc'liovali God ! thy gracious power

On every hand we see ;
O may the blessings of each hour

Lead all our thoughts to thee 1

If on the wings of morn we speed

To earth's remotest bound,
Tliy right hand will our footsteps lead,

Thine arm our path surround.

Tliy power is in the ocean deeps,

And reaches to the skies :
'^riiine eye of mercy never sleeps,

Thy goodness never dies.

From morn till noon, till latest eve,

The hand of God we see ;
And all the blessinf»;s we receive

Ceaseless proceed from thee.

In all the varying scenes of time.

On thee our hopes depend ;
In every age, in every clime,

(Jur Father and our Friend.

John Tlioinpsuii.

loxa^-^irSflSIMPWIH!"".'

H. M.

The confknil {joodiuns of God.

How various and liow new
Are tliy compassions, Lord !
Each morning sliall tliy merc}^ sliow
Eacli niii^lit tliv love record.

Thy goodness, Hke the sun,
Dawned on our early daj's.
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.

Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes ;
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.

But pleasures more refined
Await that blessed day,
\\ hen light arises in the mind,
To chase our sins away.

How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord !
I'^tei-nity thy love shall show.
And all thy truth record.

Samuel Stennelt.

elt.

CM.

iSo far, so near.

O Thou, in all thy might so far,

In all thy love so near.
Beyond the range of sun and star,

And yet beside us here :

What heart can comprehend thy name.

Or, searching, find thee out ?
Who art within, a quickening flame,

A presence round about !

Yet though I know thee but in part,

I ask not, Lord, for more ;
Enough for me to know thou art.

To love thee and adore !

O sweeter than all else besides,

The tender mystery
That like a veil of shadow hides

The Light I may not see !

And dearer than all things I know
^ Is child-like faith to me.
That makes the darkest way I o-o
An open path to thee.

Freilerick L. Hostner.

CM.

God is Love.

Immortal Love, forever full,

Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,

A never-ebbing sea !

Our outward lips confess the name

All other names above ;
But love alone knows whence it came,

And comprehendeth love.

Blow, winds of God, awake and blow

The mists of earth away !
Sliine out, O Light divine, and show

How wide and far we stray !

Th(.' letter fails, the systems fall.

And every symbol wanes ;
Tlie Spirit over-brooding all.

Eternal Love, remains.

John G. Wliittier.

CM.

Tlie Garment thou seest Him h>/.

Thy seamless robe conceals thee not,
From earnest hearts and true :

The glory of thy perfectness
Shines all its texture through.

And on its flowing hem we read.

As thou dost linger near,
The message of a love more deep

Than any depth of fear.

And so no more our hearts shall plead

For miracle and sign ;
Thy order and thy faithfulness

Are all in all divine.

These are thy revelations vast
From earliest days of yore ;
These are our confidence and peace :

We cannot wish for more.

tier.

Jnlin W. Chachvick.

S. M.

The Hour of Prayer.

It is the hour of prayer,

Draw near and bend tlie knee,
And till the calm and holy air

With voice of melody \

O'erwearied with the heat

And burden of the day,
>»<)W let us rest our wanderino- feet,

Antl gather here to pray.

The dark and deadly blight

That walks at noontide hour,
I'iie midnight arrow's secret flight,

O'er us have had no power ;

But smiles from loving eyes

Have been around our way,
And lips on which a blessing lies

Have bidden us to pray.

O, blessed is the hour

That lifts our hearts on high ;
Like sunlight when the tempests lower,

Prayer to the soul is nigh ;

Though dark may be our lot,

Our eyes be dim with care,
These saddenino; thoughts shall trouble not

This holy hour of prayer.

Anon vinous.

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8 & 7s M.

Acciplahlc Worshlj).

Far from inorfcal cares retreatiiii;,

Sordid liopes, and fond desires,
Here our willino- footsteps meeting,

Every lieai't to lieaven aspires.
From tlie fount of glory beaming,

Liiifht celestial cheers our eves :
Mercy from above proclaiming,

Peace and pardon from the skies.

Who may share this great salvation ^

Eveiy pure and hum])le mind.
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,

From the dross of guilt refined :
lUessinji's all around bestcjwiniif,

God withholds his care from none;
(jrrace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his thi"one.

lot

lOUS.

Every stain of guilt abhorring,

Firm and bold in virtue's c luse,
Still thv providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws,
Lord, with favoui* still attend us :

Bless us with thy wondrous lo\e :
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us :

All our hope is from above.

John Taylor,

L. M.

** God, through all and in you all."

God of the earth, tlie sky, the sea !

Maker of all above, helow !
Creation lives and moves in thee,

Thy present life through all doth flow.

Thee in the lonely woods we meet.
On the bare hills or cultured plains,

In every flower beneath our feet.

And even the still rock's mossy stains.

Thy love is in the sunshine's g-low,
Thy life is in the (|uickening air ;

When lightnings flash and storm- winds blow,
There is thy power ; thy law is thei'e.

We feel thy calm at evening's hour.
Thy grandeur in tlie march of night ;

And, when the njorning l»reaks in power.
We hear thy word, Let there be light I

But higher far, and far more clear.

Thee in man's spirit we behold ;
Thine image and thyself are there, —

The Indwelling God, proclaimed of old.

Anonymous.

7s M.

The IndmU'mg God.

Thou whose spirit dwells in all,
Primal source of life and mind ;

In the clod as in the soul,
Ever full and unconfined !

What shall separate from thee ?

Nought of all created things :
Joy and sorrow, good and ill,

Each from thee its essence brintj-s.

Thine the atom's faintest thrill ;

Thine the humblest creature's breath :
Prophet-soul in every kind,

Yearning still through life and death :

Yearning for the crowning race,

Man, in whom at last is told '
Every secret strange and sweet,

From the farthest days of old.

Secrets, too, of things to be

In the cycles on before ;
Love which stronger is than death,

Life with thee, for evermore.

Joliii W. Cliadvvick.

'25

2()

L. M.

JjOir Divliii'.

() Love Divine, vvliose constant beam
Sliincs on the eyes that will not see,

And waits to bless us wliile we dream
Thou leav'st us when we turn from thee

All souls that struggle and aspire,
All hearts of ])r{Lyei', by thee are lit ;

And, dim or clear, thy tongues of tire
On dusky tril)es and centuries sit.

Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed tliou know'st :

Wide as our need thy favors fall ;
The white wings of the Holv CJhost

Stoop, unseen, o'er the heads t)f all.

Joliii G. Wliittier,

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ittier,

L. M.

Suhjaiion to tlir Father of Splrils.

Ktcrnal source of light tmd tlioiii;ht .'
Be all iH'ueath thyself forgot,
Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own,
In prostrate homage round thy throne.

Whilst in themselves our souls survey

Of thee some faint reflected ray,

They wondering to their Father rise :

His power how vast ! liis thoughts how wise !

() may we live before thy face.
The willing subjects of tliy grace :
And through each path of duty UKne,
With filial awe, and filial love.

IMiilip Doiklridj^c.

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lOs'M.

'' leome to Thee:'

We come to thee, when morning o'er the hills,
In golden glory wakes the world to lite ;

That thy good Spirit, which all nature fills.
May guide us through our daily toil and strife.

We come to thee at noon-tide's busy hour,
Our wills against temptation's wiles to arm ;

To know our weakness girdled by thy power ;
'^Phy watchfulness our guard against alarm.

We come to thee, when, in the placid sky,
Tlie peaceful stars in silent beauty shine ;

Into our being melting tenderly.

The blissful consciousness that we are thine.

We come to thee, when heavy-curtained night
Around the world its restful influence spreads :

And throufjh the darkness shines thy tender liolit
Thy love the pillow for our weary heads.

We come to thee, in every hour of pain ;

Thou art our pain, and thou our pain dost lieal.
We come to thee when joy returns again ;

Thou art our joy: — it is thyself we feel.

We come to thee. — Life of our lives art thou !

We wait thy word, and we obey thy call. —
We see thy face beneath Death's sable brow,

And come to thee, our God, our All-in-all !

AValter N. Evans.

7s M.

For any Sunday.

What has drawn us thus apart,
From the common daily round,

Bringing here a lowly heart,
Standing as on holy ground i?

Not the scorn of humble things —
Simplest tasks that love can find —

Not the pride of thought that brings
Laggard will and restless mind.

Nay, but here upon the height,
Rapt from idle cares away,

Fain our souls would see a light.
Herald of the coming day.

Morning visions high and pure.
Glorious things that are to be,

Faith and hope that shall endure,
Love's abiding unity ;

All the things that make for peace
In the daily toil and strife ;

All that can our part increase
In the world's diviner life.

Short the time we linger here ;

Then, with earnest heart and hand,
Back to work with holy fear ;

Every vision God's command.

John W. Cliadwiek.

L. M.

Sabbatli Day.

We bless thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,

Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.

Ri(;li day of holy, thoughtful rest,
May we improve thy calm repose ;

And, in God's service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.

Lord, may thy truth upon the heart
Here fall and dwell as heavenly dew,

And flowers of grace and freshness start,
Where once the weeds of error siTew.

May prayer now lift her sacred wings,

( 'ontented with that aim alone
Wliich bears her to tlie King of kings,

And rests her at his sheltering throne.

And ever, on this sacred day,

May we remember him who taught,

Tliough lieaven and earth should pass away,
'{'he Sal)lmth's holiest, highest thought.

Caroline Gilman.

C. M. Five lines.

Sabbath PwdL

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,

Forgive our feverish ways !
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives thy service tind,

In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard

Beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,

Rise up and follow thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee !

O calm of hills above !
Where Jesus knelt to share with thee
The silence of eternity

Interpreted by love !

With that deep hush subduing all

Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of thy call,
As noiseless let thy blessing fall
As fell thy manna down.

Drop thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease :
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of thy peace.

Tolin G. Whittier.

3 2

L. M.

Children of the Day.

Now with creation's morning song

Let us, as children of the day,
With wakened heart and purpose strong,

The works of darkness cast away.

Oh, may the morn so pure, so clear,

Its own sweet calm in us instil !
A guileless mind, a heart sincere,

Simplicity of word and will.

And ever, as the day glides by,

May we the busy senses reiii ;
Keep guard upon the hand and eye,

Nor let the conscience suffer stain.

(Jrant us, O God, in love to thee,
Clear eyes to measure things below ;

Faith, the invisible to see ;

And wisdom, thee in all to know.

Roman Breviary.

Tr. by Edward Caswall.

8 & 7s M.
The Day.

Thou art my morning, God of light I
Thy dayspring wakes my soul ;

Thy radiant smile subdues the night.
And shall the day control.

And thou my noon, O Father ! art ;

Thy central warmth I own :
The glowing fulness of my heart

Pulses from thee alone.

And thou my evening ! let me rest,
When life declines, in thee ;

As sinks the sun into the west,
Thou wilt my guardian be.

A brighter morning round thy throne
Shall dawn with light more fair ;

Father ! I trust in thee alone :
Thou wilt awake me there.

Sanuiel D. Robbins.

lOs M.

]Vhom but Tlue.

Tliou Life vitl ''^ ^ life, than self more near,
Thou veiled licsence infinitely clear,
Fi'oni all Hiy nimeless weariness I flee
To find my centre ..id my rest in thee.

Take part with me ao;ainst these doubts that I'ise,
And seek to throne thee far in distant skies !
Take part with me against this self, that dares
Assume the burden of these sins and cares I

How can I call thee who art always here:
How shall I praise thee, thou of all most dear:
Wliat may I give thee, save what thou hast given ;
And whom but thee have I in earth or heaven '.

Eliza Scaidder.

:54

L. M.

The daily mirdcx of God.

My Gocl, how endless is thy love
Thy gifts are eveiy eveiiino- new,
And inorning mercies from above
Gently distil, like early dew.

Thou spread'st the curtains of the ni^dit
Great guardian of my sleeping hours'^
Ihy sovereign word restores the licdit
And quickens all my drowsy powers. '

I yield my powers to thy conmiand ;
lo thee I consecrate my days ;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Lsaac Watts,

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8 & 6s M.
For rest.

To-day, beneath thy chastening eye,
I crave alone for peace and rest,

Submissive in thy liand to lie,
And feel that it is best.

A marvel seems the Universe,
A miracle our life and death ;

A mystery which I cannot pierce,
Around, above, beneath.

In vain I task my aching brain.
In vain the sage's thought I scan ;

I only feel how weak and vain,
How poor and blind, is man !

And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for liijht wherebv to see.

And like a weary child, would come,
O Father, unto thee !

Though oft, like letters traced on sand.
My weak resolves have passed away.

In mercy lend thy helping hand
Unto my prayer t<j-day.

John G. AVhittier.

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C. M.

Ertving Hymn.

As darker, darker, fall around

The shadows of the iiiglit,
We gather here, with hymn and prayei-,

To seek the Eternal Li^ht.

Father in heaven, to thee are known

Our many hopes and fears,
Our heavy weight of mortal toil.

Our bitterness of tears.

We pray thee for our absent ones,

Who have been with us here ;
Aiid in our secret heart we name

'i'he distant and the dear.

For weary eyes, and aching hearts.

And feet that from thee rove,
The .sick, the poor, the tried, the fallm,

We pray thee, God of love.

We bring to thee our hopes and fears,

And at thy footstool lay ;
And, Father, thou who lovest all

Wilt hear us as we pray.

A nun vinous.

L. M.

Veitpcr Hymn.

A<^ain, as evening's shadow falls,
We gatlier in these hallowed walls ;
And vesper hymn and vesper prayer
Rise mingling on the holy air.

May struggling hearts that seek release
Here find the rest of God's own peace ;
And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer
Lay down the burden and the care !

O God, our Light ! to thee we bow ;
Within all shadows standest thou ;
Give deeper calm than night can bring ;
Give sweeter songs than lips can sing.

Life's tumult we must meet again.
We cannot at the shrine remain ;
But in the spirit's secret cell
May hymn and prayer forever dwell !

Samuel Loiij'fellow.

;^9

ovv.

L. M.

" W a tell man, vhat of thr \lghl /"

Out of the (lark the circling spliore
Is rounding onward to the light ;
We see not yet the full day herei
Rut we do see the paling night ;

And Hcpe, that lights hei- fadeless fires,
And Faith, that shines, a heavenly will,'

And Love, that courage re -inspires,

These stars have been above us still.

<) sentinels ! whose tread we heard
Through long hours when we could not see.
Pause now ; exchange with cheer the wo)-d,—
The unchanging watchword. Liberty !

Look backward, how nnich has Ix^en won :
Look round, how much is yet to win !
The watches (jf the night are done ;
The watches cjf the day begin.

()h Thou, whose mighty patience holds
The night and day alike in view,
Thy will our dearest hopes enfolds,
() keep us steadfast, patient, true !

Samuel Longfellow.

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7.S M.

Slowly by tliy liand unfurled,
Down arounil tlie weary world
Falls the darkness. Oh, how still
Is the workiuii: of thv will !

Mighty Maker ! Heie aui I,
Work in nie as silently ;
Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal liirhts.

Living worlds to view be brought,
In the boundless reahns of thought ;
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like tliose upper tires.

Holy Truth, Eternal Riglit,
Let them break upon my sight ;
Let them shine, serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

Thou, who dwellest there, I know,
Dwellest here within me, too ;
May the perfect love of God,
Here, as there, be shed abroad.

Let my soul attuned be
To the heavenly harmony,
Which, beyond the power of sound,
Fills the Universe around.

William H. runiosa.

C. M.

Lntxjiiuj,

As pants tho hart for co()lin(jf sti-oains

When lieated in the chase,
80 longs ni3^ soul for thee, () (iod I

And thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my (iod, the living Cod,

My thirsting soul doth pitie ;
O when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty Divine ! "^

O when thy presence, Loid of Life,
^^ Has once dispelled this storm,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing
And all lu}- vows perform.

Why restless, why cast down, mv soul !

Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sio],s

To thankful hymns of joy. "

Why restless, why cast down, my soul '

Hope still, and thou shalt sing
'J'he praise of him who is thy (,Vjd,

Thy health's eternal spring.

Tate and llradv.

-II

L. M.

A ]*f<(dm of Night.

( ) Holy Father ! mid the cahii

And stilhiess of this evening hour,
We too would lift our solemn psalm

To praise thy goodness and thy power
For over us, as over all,

Thy tender mercies still extend.
Nor vainly shall the contrite call

On thee, our Father and our Friend.

Kept by thy goodness through the day,

Thanksgiving to thy name we pour ;
Xight o'er us with its stars, we pray

Thy love to guard us evermore !
In grief console, in gladness bless,

In darkness guide, in sickness cheer.
Till, perfected in righteousness.

Our souls before thy throne appear.

William II. Burleigh.

ran

8 & 7s M.

VcKpir Ili/m

Now, on land and sea descendin*^-,

Brings the night its peace profound :
Let our vesper hynm be blending

With the lioly calm around.
Soon as dies the sunset glory,

Stars of heaven shine out above,
Telling still the ancient story,

Their Creator's changeless love.

Now, our wants and burdens leavinu-

To his care wdio cares for all.
Cease we fearing, cease we grievin^'- :

At his touch our Imrdens fall.
As the darkness deepens o'er us,

Lo! eternal stars arise ;
Hope and Faith and Love rise glori(jus,

Shining in the spirit's skies. ^

.Saiimol L(tni;fell(>w.

6 & 4s M.
" Nearer my God to Thee."

Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee :
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee, !! Nearer to thee.

Though like a wanderer,

Daylight all gone.
Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee, || Nearer to thee.

There let the way appear

Steps unto heaven ;
All that thou sendest me

In mercv ijiven.
Angels to beckon n)e
Nearer, my God, to thee, || Nearer to tliee.

Then with my waking thoughts,

Bright with thy praise,
(Jut of my stony griefs.

Bethel I'll raise ;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee, l! Nearer to thee.

Or if on joyful wing.

Cleaving the sky.
Sun, moon, and stars forgot.

Upward I fly, —
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer my God, to thee, || Nearer to thee.

,„,i.H<i JiWAIJUiiW

7s M.

lee.

nee.

Adoration.

Blessed be thy name forever,
Thou of life the guard and giver !
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleepin
Heal the heart long broke with weepiii
All the fury subject keep
Of boiling cloud and chafed deep :
We have seen thy wondrous might
Through the shadows of the night.

God of evening's yellow ray !
God of silver-dawning day,
That rises from the distant sea
Like breathings of eternity !
God of stillness and of motion, —
Of the rainbow and the ocean, —
Of the mountain, rock and river !
Blessed be thv name foi-ever!

iiee

Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepest !
Blest are they thou kindly keepest :
Thine the flaming sphere of light !
Thine the darkness of the niiiht !
Thine are all the wms of even,
God of angels, ({od of lieaven !
God of life that fadeth never !
Glory to thy name forever !

James Ilo^rg.

L. M.

'' Ahvle v'ttli itfi.

'Tis <^onc', tliat bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze :
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near ;
Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

When round thv wondrous works below
My searching, rapturous glance I throw,
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love,
In earth or skv, in stream or ijrove : —

When with dear friends sweet talk I hold
And all the Howers of life unfold ;
Let not nn^ heart within me burn.
Except in all I thee discern.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live :
Abide with me when nio^ht is nioh,
For without thee I dare not die.

Come nviir and bless us when we wake,
l^re through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

Jolni Kchle.

AC)

C. M.

.1/ rrcn-tidi'.

O Sliadow in a sultry land .'
We gatlier to thy breast,

Whose love enfolding like the night.
Brings (quietude and rest,

Glimpse of the fairer life to be,
In foretaste here possessed.

From aindess wanderings we eonit\
From drifting to and fro ;

The wave of being mingles deep
Amid its ebb and flow ;

The grander sweep of tides serene
Our spirits yearn to know.

That which the garish day had lost
The twilight vigil brings,

While sjftlier the vesper bell
Its silvei" cadence rings, —

The sense of an immortal trust,
The brush of anfjel wino-s.

Drop down behind the solenni hills,
O day, with golden skies.'

Serene above its fading glow,
Night, starry crowned, arise I

80 beautiful may heaven be,
When life's last sunbeam dies .'

("aroliue M. Packard.

-48

lOs M.

A hide mth me !

Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide :
The darkness deepens ; Lord with me abide !
When other lielpers fail, and comforts fle(\
Help of the helpless, Oh, abide with me !

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ;
Earth's joys grow dim ; its glories pass away ;
Change and decay in all around I see :

Thou who changest not, abide with me !

1 need thy presence every passing hour ;

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power/
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ?
Througli clouds and sunshine, Oh, abide with me!

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ?
1 triumph still, if thou abide with me !

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes !

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies I

Heaven's uiorning breaks, and earth's vain shadows

flee:
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me !

Henry F. Lyte.

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C. M.

All in All.

O Thou who art of all that is

Beginning both and end,
We follow thee through unknown paths,

Since all to thee must tend :
Thy judgments are a mighty deep

Beyond all fathom -line ;
Our wisdom is the child-like heart ;

Our strength, to trust in thine.

We bless thee for the skies above,

And for the earth beneath :
For hopes that blossom here below,

And wither not with death ;
But most we bless thee for thyself,

O heavenly Light within.
Whose day spring in our hearts, dispels

The darkness of our sin.

Be thou in joy our deeper joy.

Our comfort when distressed ;
Be thou by day, our strength for toil,

And thou by night, our rest !
And when these earthly dwellings fail.

And time's last hour is come.
Be thou, O God, our dwelling place,

And our eternal home !

Frederick L. Hosmer.

CM.

God in the Soul.

Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,

Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,

Thy dwelling is on high :
Yet dear the awful thought to me,

That thou, my God, art nigh.

We hear thy voice when thunders roll

Through the wide fields of air ;
The waves obey thy dread control;

Yet still thou art not there :
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,

Who yet is everywhere ?

Oh, not in circling depth or height.

But in the conscious breast ;
Present to faith, though veiled from sight.

There doth his Spirit rest :
Oh, come, thou Presence infinite,

And make thy creature blest !

Josiah Conder.

P. M.

Lead, kindbj Light.

Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircliiig gloom

Lead thou me on !
The night is dark, and I am far from homo,

Lead thou me on !
Keep thou my feet : I do not ask to see
The distant scene ; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou

Should'st lead me on :
T loved to choose and see my path ; but now

Lead thou me on !
I loved the garish day ; and, spite of fears.
Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.

80 long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still

Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone.
And, with the morn, those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

John Henry Newman.

C. M.

J*raiftr for Guidance.

() God of Botlu'l ! ))y whose liand

Thy people still are t'e<l :
Who through this weary pilgrimage

Hast all our fathers led :

Our vows, our pray'rs, we now present

Before thy throne of grace :
(jiod of our fathers ! be tlie God

Of their succeeding race.

Tlnough each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide :

Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit prov^ide.

O spread thy cov'i'ing wings around,

Till all our wand'rings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble pray'rs implore ;
And thou shalt be our chosen God

And portion evermore.

Philip Doddridge.

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C. M.

ridge.

Perfect Trust.

While thee I seek, Protecting Power !

Be my vain wishes stilled ;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

Thy love the powers of thought bestowed ;

To thee my thoughts would soar :
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ;

That mercy I adore !

In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see !
Each blessinjx to mv soul more dear,

Because conferred by thee.

Tn every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill :

Resigned, when storms of sorrow loAN'er,
My soul shall meet thy will.

My lifted eye, without a tear.
The gathering storm shall see :

Mj^ steadfast heart shall know no fear ;
That heart shall rest on thee !

Helen M. Williams.

L. M.

Prayer for Guidance.

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as tlie light,
Search, prove my lieart, it pants for tliee
Oh, burst these bonds and set it free !

If in this darksome wild I stray.

Be thou my light, be thou my way ;

No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
() Lord, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart I

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day :
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall ceas<',
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

Tersteegen.

Tr. by John AN

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Sweetest joy the soul can know,
Fairest light was ever shed,
Who alike in joy and woe,
Leavest none unvisited I

Spirit of the Highest God,

Who upholdest everything,

Thou from whom my life has flowed,

To my life thy gladness bring.

For the noblest gift thou art.
That a soul e'er sought or won ;
Have I wished thee to my heart.
Then my wishing all is done.

Bathe my soul, thou Well of Grace,
Cleanse me in thy purity ;
Every stain and spot efface,
Make me what thou lov'st to see.

>ley.

Tr. from Paul Gerhardt.

CM.

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The Silent Presence.

Unheard the dews around me fall,
And heavenly influence shed ;

And silent on this earthly ball,
Celestial footsteps tread.

Night reigns in silence o'er the pole,
And spreads her gems unheard ;

Her lessons penetrate the soul,
Yet borrow not a word.

Noiseless the sun emits his tire.
And pours his golden streams ;

And silently the shades retire
Before his rising beams.

O grant my soul an ear to hear

Thy deep and silent voice ;
To bend in lowly filial fear,

And in thy love rejoice.

Hymns for Public Worship (1845").

C. M.

Converfdng with God.

Speak with us, Lord ! thyself reveal,

While here on earth we rove :
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel

The kindling of thy love.

With thee conversing, we forget

All times, and toil, and care :
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,

If thou, my God, art here.

Here then, O Lord, vouchsafe to stay,

And bid my heart rejoice :
My gladdened heart shall own thy sway,

And echo to thy voice.

Thou callest me to seek thy face ;

'Tis all I wish to seek ;
To attend the whispers of thy grace,

And hear thee inly speak.

CJiark's Wo.slev

C M

Prayer for Wisdom.

Almighty God ! in humble prayer

To thee our souls we lift
Do thou our waiting minds prepare

For thy most needful gift.

We ask not golden streams of wealth

Along our path to flow :
We ask not undecavin^ health,

Nor length of years below.

We ask not honors, which an hour

May bring and take away ;
We ask not pleasure, pomp and power.

Lest we should go astray.

We ask for wisdom : — Lord ! impart

The knowledge how to live ;
A wise and understanding heart

To all before thee give.

The young remember thee in youth,

Before the evil days !
The old be guided by thy truth

In wisdom's pleasant ways !

James Montgomery.

CM.

What is Prayer f

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed ;
The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try ;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reaeli

The majesty on higli.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ;
His watchword at the ffate of death :

He enters heaven with prayer.

O Thou by whom wo come to God,

The Life, the Trutli, the Way,
^J^he path of prayer thyself hast trod ;

Lord teach us how to pray.

James Monts'oinerv.

CM.

At tlie Fountain.

i) (jod, unseen, but ever near,

Our blesse<l rest art tliou ;
And we, in love tliat hath no fear,

Take refuge with thee now.

All soiled with dust our pilgrim feet,

And weary with the wsiy ;
We seek thy shelter fi'om the heat

And burden of life's day.

(Jh, welcome in the wilderness

The shadow of thy love ;
The stream that springs our thirst to bless,

The manna from above !

Awhile beside the fount we stay

And eat this bread of thine,
Th(^n go rejoicing on our way,

Renewed with strength divine.

Anonymoua.

LcU'.

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"7/6' vnll be our Gvide."

When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved.

An awful guide in smoke and flame.
By day, along the astonished lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow ;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands

Returned the herv column's jjlow.

But present still, though now unseen,

When brightly shines tlie prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cleudy screen

To temper the deceitful ray.
And O ! when stoops on Judah's patli

In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,

A burning and a shining light.

Sir Walter Scott.

lOUS.

CM.

iSilent Prayer.

Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream

In earnest pleading flows ;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,

And warm and warmer glows.

Faith grasps the blessing she desires :
Hope points the upward gaze ;

And love, celestial love, inspires
The eloquence of praise.

But sweeter far the still small voice.

Heard by no human ear.
When God has madS the heart rejoice,

And dried the bitter tear.

No accents flow, no words ascend ;

All utterance f adeth there ;
But sainted spirits comprehend.

And God accepts, the prayer.

Anonymous.

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A prayer for divine aid.

Father in heaven, to thee my heart

Would lift itself in prayer ;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought,

And show thy presence there.

Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of the Lord,
Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.

O, help me break the galling chains
This world has round me thrown ;

Each passion of my heart subdue,
Each darling sin disown !

And do thou kindle in my breast

A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust

In thine almighty name !

William H. Furness.

C. M

The desire of the humble.

Lord ! when I all things would possess,
I crave but to be thine :

lowly is the loftiness
Of these desires divine.

Each gift but helps my soul to learn
How boundless is thy store ;

1 go from strength to strength, and yearn
For thee, my helper, more.

How can my soul divinely soar.

How keep the shining way,
And not more tremblingly adore,

And not more humbly pray ?

Tlie more I triumph in thy gifts,

The more I wait on thee.
The grace that mightily uplifts.

Most sweetly humbleth me.

The heaven where I would stand complete

My lowly love shall see ;
And stronger grow the yearning sweet,

Thou Holy One, for thee.

Thomas H. Gill.

C. M.

Divine Help.

O Name all other names above,

What art thou not to me,
Now I have learned to trust thy love

And cast my care on thee !

What is our being but a cry,

A restless longing still,
Which thou alone canst satisfy.

Alone thy fulness fill /

Thrice blessed be the holy souls

That lead the way to thee,
That burn upon the martyr rolls

And lists of prophecy !

And sweet it is to tread the ground
O'er which their faith hath trod ;

But sweeter far, when thou art found,
The soul's own sense of God.

The thought of thee all sorrow calms :

Our anxious burdens fall ;
His crosses turn to triumph-palms

Who finds in God his all.

Frederick L. Hosmer.

CM.

" Whose service is perfect freedom,"

Father, thy presence, ever near,
Help us to feel and know,

That we may find thy kingdom here,
And walk with God below.

Help us to find, in thy great love.
Our dearest hope and guide :

Who rests on wisdom from above
Can need no help beside.

Help us to trust that mighty hand
Which leads us on our way :

When perfect justice gives command,
'Tis freedom to obey.

N. Hale.

C. M.

Need of Help.

Not only for some task sublime

Thy help do I implore ;
Not only at some solemn time

Thy holy spirit pour !

But for each daily task of mine
I need thy quickening power :

I need thy presence everywhere
I need thee every hour.

Each action finds in thee its spring
Each joy thy love makes bright

Each footstep is thine ordering,
Each grief shines in thy light.

I ale.

Thomas H.Gill

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God our All in All.

Thou hidden Source of cahn repose,
Thou all-sufficient Love divine,

My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am if thou art mine.

And lo ! from sin and grief and shame

I hide me, Father, in thy name.

O God, my all in all thou art.
My rest in toil, my ease in pain ;

The healing of my broken heart ;

In strife, my peace ; in loss, my gain ;

My smile beneath the cold world's frown ;

In shame, my glory and my crown. ;

In want, my plentiful supply ;

In weakness, my almighty power ;
In bonds, my perfect liberty ;

My light in evil's darkest hour ;
In grief, my joy unspeakable ;
My life in death, my all in all.

Charles Wesley

'68

H So Gs M.
Lord, 1 am thine.

Lord of my life ! whose tender care

Hath led me on till now,
Here lowly at the hour of prayer

Before thy throne I bow :
I bless thy gracious hand, and pray
Forgiveness for another day.

may I daily, hourly, strive
In heavenly grace to grow ;

To thee and to thy gloiy live,

Dead to all else below;
Tread in the path thy saints have trod.
Though thorny, yet the path to God !

With prayer my humble praise I bring

For mercies day by day ;
Lord, teach my heart thy love to see ;

Lord teach me how to pray !
All that I have, I am, to thee

1 offer through eternity.

Anonymous.

11 & lOs iM.

" Who by searching can f id out Godl*'

I caniiOt find Thee. Still on restless pinion

My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell ;

I wander lost through all thy vast dominion,
And shrink beneath thv li":ht ineffable.

I cannot find thee. E'en when most adoring,
Before thy shrine I bend in lowliest prayer;

Beyond these bounds of thought, my thought upsoaring,
From furthest (juest comes back : Thou art not there.

Yet high above the limits of my seeing,
And folded far within the inmost heart,

And deep below the deeps of conscious being,
Thy splendor shineth : there, O God, thou art.

I cannot lose thee. Still in thee abiding,
'J'lie end is clear, how wide soe'er I roam ;

The law that holds the worlds my steps is guiding,
And I must rest at last in thee, my home.

Eliza ScucUler.

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L. M.

^' In thy light shall ivc see light."

Grant us light, that we may know
The wisdom thou alone canst give ;

That truth may guide Avhere'er we go,
And virtue bless where'er we live.

O Grant us light, that we may learn
How dead is life from thee apart ;

How sure is joy, for all who turn
To thee an undivided heart.

O Grant us light, in grief and pain,
To lift our burdened hearts abov,

And count the very cross a gain.
And bless our Father's hidden love.

O Grant us light, when soon or late
All earthly scenes shall pass away,

In thee to find the open gate

To deathless home and endless day

Lawrence Tiittiett.

CM.

*^His greatness is unsearchable."

CJreat God, on whose siistaining power

Unnumbered worlds depend ;
(ireat Spirit, comprehending all.

Whom none can comprehend !

In light unsearchable enthroned;

Whom angels dimly see ;
In heights of glory still concealed ;

In depths of mystery !

With wondering reverence we adore ;

With awe before thee bend,

Whom none, but by thine inward light

And spirit, apprehend.

Anon vinous.

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The Lord's Day.

O Father ! though theanxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here ;
All shall be thine at least to-day.

We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy sacred shrine ;
But each unholy thcught departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.

O Father I God below, above !
Man's noblest work is praising thee
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move
And tune them all to harmony,

IS.

Emilv Tavlor.

6s M.

Love.

O Love, with thy sweet chains
Bind both my liand and heart !
Wlio knoweth not thy bonds
111 freedom hath no part.

"Fis such a bond that holds
Each in its circHng round
The suns and golden stars,
Without a jar or sound.

80 bind the race of men
III harmony and love,
1'ill each his orbit fills
Like those that shine above.

Loving our brother thus,
O Father, it shall be
l)ur love shall higher reach,
And end in loving thee.

Miuot J. Savage.

7s xM.

Seeking God.

Thirsting for a living spring,
Seeking for a higher home,
Resting where our souls must cling,
Trusting, hoping. Lord, we come.

Glorious hopes our spirits fill,
When we feel that thou art near ;
Father, then our fears are still.
Then the soul's bright end is cleai".

Life's hard confiet we would win.
Read the meaning of life's frown :
Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin
For the spirit's starry ciown.

Make us beautiful within
By thy spij-it's holy light :
(Juard us when our faith is dim,
Father of all love and mi<rht :

Frank I*. Appli'ton.

lOsM.

"/n thij light shall 1 see light."

Father . Thy wonders do not singly stand,

Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed ;

Around us ever lies the enchanted land,

In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed.

In finding thee are all things round us found ;
In losing thee are all things lost beside ;
Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound.
And to our eyes the vision is denied.

Open our eyes that we that world may see !
Open our ears that we thy voice may hear !
And in the spirit-land may ever be,
And feel thy presence with us always near :

No more to wander 'mid the things of time ;
No more to suffer death or earthly change ;
But with the Christian's joy and faith sublime,
Through all thy vast eternal scenes to range.

Adapted from .lones Very.

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Submimve jnuijir for Grace.

My soul before thee prostrate lies,
To thee, its source, my sj^irit Hies :
My wants I mourn, my chains I see :
( ) let thy presence set me free !

In life's short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivenin*^^ power implore :
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm, from wandering free.

Take full possession of my heart :
The lowly mind of Christ impart :
I still will wait, O Lord, on thee.
Till, in thy light, the light I see.

One only care my soul should know,
Father, all thy commands to do :
Ah 1 deep engrave it on my breast.
That I in thee alone am blest.

Kicliter:
Tr. bv John Wcslov.

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Peucc and freedom of a divine love.

rhou hidden Jove of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows '.
1 see from far thy beauteous light ;
Inly I sigh for thy repose ;
Then shall my heart from care be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

Father ! thy soveroign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care !
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there :
Make me thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may " Abba, Father," cry.

Each moment draw from earth away
My heart that lowly waits thy call !
Speak to my inmost soul and say,
" I am thy life, thy God, thy all ! "
Thy love to reach, thy voice to hear,
Thy power to feel, be all my prayer.

Tersteegen :

Tr. by John Wesley.

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Our Guidf.

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light ami comfort from above ;
Be thou our ;X'»J^i"<li»in, tliou our guide ;
O'er every thought and step preside.

To us the liglit of trutli display,

And make us know and choose tliy way ;

Plant holy fear in every heart.

That we from God may ne'er depart.

Lead us to holiness, — the road
Which we must take to dwell with God ;
Lead us to Christ, — the living way, —
Nor let us from his pastures stray ;

Lead us to God, — our final rest, —
To be with him for ever blest ;
Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share,
Fullness of joy forever there. .

yimon Browne,

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L. M.

The Spirit of Truth.

Thou lonoj disowned, reviled, oppressed,

Strange friend of human kind,
Seeking through weary years a rest

Within our hearts to find ; —

How kite thy bright and awful brow
Breaks through these clouds of sin !

Hail, Truth divine ! we know thee now ;
Angel of God, come in !

Struck by the lightning of thy glance,

Let old oppressions die :
Before thy cloudless countenance

Let fear and falsehood fly.

Anoint our eyes with healing grace,

To see, as ne'er before,
Our Father in our brother's face,

Our Maker in his poor.

Flood our dark life with golden day :

Convince, subdue, enthrall ;
Then to a mightier yield thy sway.

And Love be all in all.

Eliza fScudder.

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Prayer for the Spirit.

Spirit (liviiio, attend our prayer,
And make our hearts tliv home:

J)e.scend with all thy gracious powers,
Oh, come, great Spirit, come !

Come as the light ! to us reveal
The truth we long to know,

And lead us in the path of life
Where all the righteous go.

Come as the fire I and purge our hearts,

Like sacrificial fiame,
Till our whole souls an ofifering Ije

In love's redeeming name.

Come as the dew ! and sweetly bless

This consecrated hour,
Till every barren place shall owm,

With joy, thy quickening power.

Come as the wind, Breath of God !

O Pentecostal grace !
Come, make the great salvation knowm

Wide as the human race.

Andrew Reed.

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Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what thou dost love.
And do what thou wouMst do.

Breathe on me. Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure.
Until ivith thee I will one will,
'^Po do or to endure.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly thine.
Till all this earthly part of me
Glows with thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with thee the perfect life
Of thine eternity.

Edwin Hatch.

8 & 7s M.

Joy ad Peace.

Ko^y Spirit, source of gladness,

Come with all thy radiance bright ;

O'er our weariness and sadness

Breathe thy life, and shei thy light !

Send us thine illumination,
Banish all our fears at length ;

Rest upon this congregation,
Spirit of unfailing strength !

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Now in quickening showers descend,

Bringing us the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.

Hear our earnest supplication,
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Rest upon this congregation.
Spirit of untroubled Peace.

Anonvmous.

L. M.

'• The healthfvl spirit of God's grace.'*

Spirit of grace, and health, and power !
Fountain of light and love below !
Abroad thy healing influence shower ;
On all thj?^ servants let it flow.

Inflame our hearts with perfect love ;
In us the work of faith fulfil :
So not heaven's host shall swifter move,
Than we on earth to do thy will.

Father ! 't is thine each day to yield
Thy children's wants a fresh supply ;
Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field.
And hearest the young ravens cry.

On thee we cast our care ; we live
Through thee who know'st our every need :
O feed us with thy grace, and give
Our souls this day the living bread !

John Wesley.

C. M.

Quicken me, O Lord.

C/ome, mighty Spirit, penetrate
This heart and soul of mine ;

And my whole being with thy grace
Pervade, O Life divine.

As the clear air surrounds the earth,
Thy grace around me roll ;

As the fresh light pervades the air,
Ho pierce and fill my soul.

As from the clouds drops down in love

Thfc precious sunmier rain.
So from thyself pour down the flood

That freshens all again.

Thus life within ou** lifeless hearts

Shall make its glad abode ;
And we shall shine in beauteous light.

Filled with the light of God.

Horatius Bonar.

6 & 4s M.
Best.

Like travellers that stray
Through countries far away,

But long for home ;
Like birds that seek their nest,
Like child to mother's breast,
Weary for peace and rest.

To thee we come.

From our too anxious thought,
From all our hands have wrought,

From truth's long quest ;
From danger's wild alarms,
From evil's fatal charms,
To thine embracing arms,

We fly for rest.

As ships their anchors cast
When all the storms are past.

Their troubles o'er ;
Whatever may betide.
Here, sheltered by thy side,
In safety we'll abide

Forever more !

Minot J. Savage.

J^ M.

Prai/er for the «Spifti of God.

Spirit of Truth! who makest bright
All souls that long for heavenly light.
Appear, and on my darkness shine ;
Descend, and be my Guide divine.

Spirit of Power ! whose might doth dwell
Full in the souls thou lovest well,
Unto this fainting heart draw near,
And be my daily Quiekener.

Spirit of Joy ! who makest glad
Each broken heart by sin made sad.
Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer ;
Give me to bless my Comforter.

O tender Spirit ! who dost mourn
Whene'er from thee thy people turn,
Give me each day to grieve thee less, —
Enjoy my fuller faithfulness :

Till thou shalt make me meet to bear
The sweetness of heaven's holy air.
The light wherein no darkness is.
The eternal, overflowing bliss !

Thomas H. Gill.

8 & 7s M.

Step by Step.

Not 80 fearful, doubting pilgrim,

Though the darkness round thee close,

Though the future glooms foreboding,
Threatening all thy soul's repose.

'Tis not in this life vouchsafed us

All our way to see before ;
Clears the path as we go forward.

Step by step, and nothing more.

Noble ones have gone before thee :
Fear not, while thine eyes may greet,

Leading on, their faithful footprints ;
In them strive to set thy feet.

Wait not for the noonday brightness :
Haste thee through the morning gray ;

Lo, the eastern glow before thee,

Broadening, brightening ray by ray !

Thus, the just one's day beginneth :
First, the streak of dawn is given ;

Earth sees but the early morning.
Cloudless noon is found in heaven.

Minot J. Savage.

S. M.

Prayer for nif-cor. serration.

O God, my strength, my liope !
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.

O for a godly fear, —
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near.
And sees the tempter tiy ! —

A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care.
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer ! —

A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss :
Bold to take up, firm to sustain.
The consecrated cross !

Lord ! let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove.
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

Charles Wesley.

L. M. 6 lines.

Tfie divine Spirit implored.

Creator Spirit, by whose light

The sleeping worlds were called from night I

Come, visit every pious mind,

Come, pour thy joys on human kind ;

From sin and sorrow set us free.

And make us temples worthy thee.

O Source of uncreated light,
By whom our souls emerge from night,
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire !
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ;
Chase from our minds each haunting foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow.

Plenteous in grace descend from high.
Rich in thy sevenfold energy;
Our frailty help, our vice control.
Thou ruler of our secret soul !
And, lest our feet should haply stray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

Latin hymn :

Tr. by John Dry den.

8 & 7s M.
Divine Love.

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down !
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown.
Father ! Thou art all compassion.

Pure, unbounded love thou art ;
Visit us with thy salvation.

Enter every longing heart.

Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit

Into every troubled breast ;
Let us all in thee inherit.

Let us find thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver.

Let us all thy life receive ;
Graciously come down, and never,

Never more thy temples leave !

Charles Wesley.

78 M.

Prayn for Iitf»inration.

Holy Spirit, Truth divine !
Dawn upon this soul of mine ;
Word of God and Inward Light !
Wake my spirit, clear my sight.

Holy Spirit, Love divine !
Glow within this heart ot* mine ;
Kindle every high desire ;
Perish self in thy pure fire !

Holy Spirit, Power divine !
Fill and nerve this will of mine ;
By thee may I strongly live.
Bravely bear and nobly strive.

Holy Spirit, Right divine !
King within my conscience reign ;
Be my Law, and I shall be
Firndy bound, forever free.

Holy Spirit, Peace divine !
Still this restless heart of mine ;
Speak to calm this tossing sea,
Stayed in thy tranquility.

Holy Spirit, Joy divine !
Gladden thou this heart of mine ;
In the desert ways I sing
" Spring, Well ! forever spring."

Samuel Longfellow.

P. M.

Tfte heavenly IleraUh.

O lovely voices of the sky,

That hymned the Saviour's birth !
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang " Peace on earth ? "
To us yet speak the strains
Wherewith, in days gone by,
Ye bless'd the Syrian swains,
O voices of the sky !

O clear and shining light, whose beams

A heavenly glory shed
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,
And on the shepherds' head !
Be near through life and death,
As in that holiest night
Of hope, and joy, and faith,
O clear and shining light!

O star which led to him, whose love

Brought hope and mercy free !
Where art thou ? 'Mid the host above
May we still gaze on thee ?
In heaven thou art not set.
Thy rays earth might not dim ;
Send them to guide us yet,
O star which led to him !

Felicia Ileraans.

C. M.

llie Coming of the Messiah.

Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long !
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

On him the spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire ;
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,

His holy breast inspire.

He comes from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray ;
And on the eye-balls of the blind

To pour celestial day.

He comes the broken heart to bind,

Tlie bleeding soul to cure ;
And with the treasures of his grace.

Enrich the humble poor.

Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace.

Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
And heaven's eternal arches rino*

With thy beloved name.

Philip DocUlridge.

CM.

The Nativity.

Calm on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,

Where wild Judfea stretches forth
Her silver-mantled plains.

Celestial choirs, from courts above,

Shed sacred glories there ;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,

Make music on the air.

The answering hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply ;
And greet, from all their holy heiglits,

The day-spring from on high ;

O'er the blue depths of Galilee,

There comes a holier calm ;
An<l Sharon waves, in solemn praise,

Her silent groves of palm.

" Cilory to God," the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring ;

" Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's Eternal King !"

Lii'ht on thv hills, Jerusalem !

The Saviour now is born ;
And bright, on Bethlehem's joyous plains,

Breaks the first Christmas morn.

Edmund H. Sears.

7s M.

The day-spring welcomed.

Sons of men ! behold from far,
Hail the long-expected star !
Star of truth that gilds the night,
Guiding devious nature right.

Mild it shines on all beneath.
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scattering error's wide-spread night ;
Kindling darkness into light.

Nations all, remote and near.
Haste to see your Lord appear ;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him manifested there.

There behold the day-spring rise,
Pouring light on mortal eyes ;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.

Charles Weslev.

S. M.

Duty and Love,

A voice by Jordan's shore !
A summons stern and clear ; —
Reform ! be just ! and sin no more
God's judgment draweth near !

A voice by Galilee,
A holier voice I hear : —
Love God ! thy neighbour love ! for see
God's mercy draweth near !

O voice of Duty ! still
Speak forth ; I hear with awe :
In thee I own the sovereign will.
Obey the sovereign law.

Thou higher voice of Love,
Yet speak thy word in me ;
Through duty, let me upward move
To thy pure liberty.

Samuel Longfellow.

CM.

Jesus.

He Cometh not a king to reign,

The world's long hope is dim ;
The weary centuries watch in vain

The clonds of heaven for him.

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet

A present help is he ;
And faith has still its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.

The healing of his seamless dress

Is by our beds of pain ;
We touch him in life's throng and press,

And we are whole again.

O Lord and Master of us all !

Whate'er our name or sign.
We own thy sway, we hear thy call.

We test our lives by thine.

John G. AVliittier.

lOs M.

Jesmn.

O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men,
Who once appeared in humblest guise below.
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain,
And call thy brethren forth from want and woe 1

We look to thee : thy truth is still the light
Which guides the nations, groping on their way.
Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.

Yes ! thou art still the Life ; thou art the Way
The holiest know; Light, Life, and Way of heaven !
And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray.
Toil by the light, life, way., which thou hast given.

Theodore Parker.

100

CM.

Entering Life.

A wondrous star our pioneer,

We left the mystic land
Where heaven-nurtured childhood slept,

Where yet old visions stand.

The world throws wide its brazen gates ;

With thee we enter in ;
O, grant us, in our humble sphere,

To free that world from sin !

The truest worship is a life ;

All dreaming we resign ;
We lay our offerings at thy feet, —

Our lives, O God ! are thine.

John Weiss.

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101

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Je»U8.

The loving Friend to all who bowed

Beneath life's wear^ load,
From lips baptized in humble prayer

His consolations flowed.

The faithful Witness to the Truth,

His just rebuke was hurled
Out from a heart that burned to break

The fetters of the world.

No hollow rite, no lifeless creed,

His piercing glance could bear ;
But longing hearts which sought him found

That God and heaven were there.

Samuel Longtellow,

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102

L. M.

The Teacher.

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round
And joy and reverence filled the place!

From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way ;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

"Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest ! "
Yes ! sacred Teacher, we will come.
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

Decay, then, tenements of dust !
Pillars of earthly pride, decay !
A nobler mansion waits the just.
And Jesus has prepared the way.

Sir Jobn Lowring.

102

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The example of ChriH.

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word :
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal.
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine ;
I would transcribe and make them mine.

Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.

Be thou my pattern ! may I bear
More of thy gracious image here !
That God, in heaven, may find in me
A soul prepared to dwell wdth thee.

Isaac Watts.

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104

C. M.

True Service.

O Love ! O Life ! our faith and sight

Thy presence maketh one :
As through transtigured clouds of white,

We trace the noon-day sun, —

So, to our mortal eyes subdued,
Flesh-veiled, but not concealed,

We know in thee the fatherhood
And heart of God revealed.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,

In differing phrase we pray ;
But, dim or clear, we own in thee

The Light, the Truth, the Way.

To do thy will is more than praise.

As words are less than deeds ;
And simple trust can find thy ways

We miss with cliart of creeds.

Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,

What may thy service be ?
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,

But simply following thee.

John G. Whittier.

104

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Tlie permanence of the spirit of Jemi*.

O Fairest-born of Love and Light,
Yet bending brow and eye severe

On all which pains the holy sight,
Or wounds the pure and perfect ear !

Beneath thy broad, impartial eye.

How fade the lines of caste and birth !

How equal in their suffering lie
The groaning multitudes of earth !

Still to a stricken brother true,

Whatever clime hath nurtured him ;

As stooped to heal the wounded Jew,
The worshipper of Gerizim.

In holy words which cannot die,

In thoughts which angels leaned to know,
Christ spake thy message from on high,

Thy njission to a world of woe.

That voice's echo hath not died ;

From the blue lake of Galilee,
From Tabor's lonely mountain-side.

It calls a struggling world to thee.

John G. AVhittier.

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106

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ClirlH's m(firln(jff our f^lnngth.

When my love to Christ grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
( Jarden of Gethseniane.

There I walk amid the shades,
While the lingering twilight fa<les ;
See that suffering, friendless one
W^eeping, praying there alone.

When my love for Christ grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary, I go
Ti) thy scenes of fear and woe ;

There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree ;
See his anguish, see his faith,
Love triumphant still in death.

Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain;
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.

•"

Anonymous.

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107

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CoiiHicralion of Jtmn,

O'er the dark wave of Galilee
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,

And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast.

The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his sheltered nest :

The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind ;

And on his lone, unshoitered head

Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

Why seeks he not a home of rest ?

Why seeks he not a pillowed bed ?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest ;

He hath not where to lay his head.

Such was the lot he freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race ;

And through his poverty there Hows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

William Kiisaell.

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Steadfast in suffering.

O suffering Friend of human kind !
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear !

Gethsemane's sad midnight scene.
The faithless friends, the exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.

Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed.

As the dark vision o'er it came ;

And, though in sinless strength arrayed,

Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame '

Onward, like thee, thro' scorn and dread,
May we our Father's call obey.
Steadfast thy path of duty tread.
And rise, through death, to endless day !

Stephen G. Bulfinch.

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109

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3h.

The Cross.

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time ;
All the light of sacred story-
Gathers round its head sublime.

When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me ;
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.

When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure.
By the cross are sanctified ;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

Sir John Bowring.

109

L. M.

The Sent of the Father.

O shall our hearts that Friend forsake
Who gave himself that we might live ?

No, let our drooping faith awake,
Our grateful love may it "evive.

Low at thy feet we meekly sit,

Blest Teacher of the Father's will !

To thee let every thought submit ;
Say to our passions, — Peace, be still.

Thou who hast kindled in our wav

With Heaven's own torch a cheering light,

To guide us to the realms of day.

Through error's maze, and sorrow's night, —

In joy, in woe, in life, in death,
O may thy truth within us reign ;

Be ours the spirit thou did'st breathe.
Be ours the victory thou didst grain.

William P. Lunt.

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C. M.

Aspiration.

Messiah now is gone before
To the blest reahns of light:

O thither may our spirits soar,
And wing their upward flight!

Lord 1 make us to those joys aspire,
That spring from love to thee.

That pass the carnal heart's desire,-
And faith alone can see.

To guide us to thy glories, Lord !

To lift us to the sky,
O may thy spirit still be poured

Upon us from on high !

Hreviarv.

Ill

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7s M.

Morning breaks upon tlie tomb.

Morning breaks upon the tomb ;
Jesus dissipates its gloom ;
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise !

Christians, dry your flowing tears ;
Chase those unbelieving fears ;
Look on his deserted grave ;
Doubt no more his power to save.

Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade ;
Drive your anxious cares away ;
See the place where Jesus lay.

So the rising sun appears.
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.

William B. Collyer.

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113

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Tlie angel by the tomb.

Tlie mourners came at break of day

Unto tlie garden-sepulchre :
With darkened hearts to weep and pray
For him, the loved one buried there.

What radiant light dispels the gloom ? —
An angel sits beside the tomb.

The earth doth mourn her treasures lost,

All sepulchred beneath the sn( >\\,
When wintry winds and chilling frost
Have laid her summer glories low ;

The spring returns, the ilowerets bloom —
An angel sits beside the tomb.

Then mourn we not beloved dead,

E'en while we come to weep and pray :
Tlie happy spirit far hath fled

To brighter realms of endless day :
Immortal hope dispels the gloom —

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An angel sits beside the

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God in All.

In each breeze that wanders free,
And each flower that gems the sod,

Living souls may hear and see
Freshly uttered words from God !

Had we but a searching mind,
Seeking good where'er it springs,

We should then true wisdom find,
Hidden in familiar things !

God is present, and doth shine

Through each scene beneath the sky,

Kindling with a light divine
Every form that meets the eye.

Nature, with eternal youth,

Ever bursts upon the sight ;
All her works are types of truth, —

Mirrors of celestial light !

If the mind would nature see,

Let her cherish virtue more :
Goodness bears the golden key

Tliat unlocks her temple door.

Robert C. Waterston.

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115

CM.

The outer and the inner world.

t(Hl.

There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly trutli imparts,

And all the lore its scholars need, —
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

The works of God above, below,

Within us and around,
Are pages in that book, to show

How God himself is found.

The glorious sky embracing all

Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small

In peace and order move.

The dew of heaven is like thy grace,

It steals in silence down ;
But where it lights, the favored place

By richest fruits is known.

Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin

Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,

Plain as the sea and sky.

Tliou who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair.
Give me a heart to find out thee,

And read thee evervwhere.

John Keble.

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116

CM.

The secret place.

The Lord is in his Holy Place

In all things near and far :
Shekinah of the snow-flake, he,

And Glory of the star.
And Secret of the April-land

That stirs the field to flowers.
Whose little tabernacles rise

To hold him through the hours.

He hides himself within the love

Of those whom we love best ;
The smiles and tones that make our homes,

Are shrines by him possessed ;
He tents within the lonely heart

And shepherds every thought :
We find him not by seeking long, —

We lose him not, unsought.

William C. Gannett.

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CM.

Hym^i of Spring

When warmer suns and bluer skies

Proclaim the opening year,
What happy sounds of life arise,

What lovely scenes appear !

Earth with her thousand voices sings

Her song of gladsome praise ;
And every blade of grass that springs,

bod s loving law obeys.

The early flowers bloom bright and fair,

-bair shines the morning sky ;
The birds make music in the air,

The brook goes singing by.

Like this Spring morning sweet and clear,
I hat greets our gladdened eye.s,

^^1 Spring of heaven's eternal vear
bhall bring new earth and skies.

Anonymous.

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C. M.

Ill
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The Hymn of Summi r.

How glad the tone when Summer's sun
Wreathes the gay world with Howei*s,

And trees bend down with golden fruit,
And birds are in their bowers !

The morn sends silent music down

Upon each earthly thing ;
And always since creation's dawn

The stars together sing.

Shall man remain in silence, then,

While all beneath the skies
The chorus joins ? No, let us sing,

And, while our voices rise,

O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth

A constant melody.
And every action be a tone

In that sweet hymn to thee !

James Richardson, Jr.

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Ilijmn of AutuiiDi.

() Lord of seasons ! unto thee

Our hymn with j^'ateful lieart we raise.
For all thy gifts, so rich and free,

That crown these sweet autumnal days.

By thy dear love the lap of Spring

Was heaped with many a l)looming flower.

And smiling Summer joyed to bring
The sunshine and the gentle shower.

And Autumn pours her riches now
Of I'ipening grain and bursting shell ;

And golden sheaf and laden bough
The fulness of thy bounty tell.

Beneath l)lue skies the fragrant breeze
O'er rustling, fallen leaves doth blow ;

In gold and purple robed, the trees
The fulness of thy beauty show.

Anon villous.

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120

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Hymn of Winter.

Tia Winter now ; the fallen snow
Has left the heavens all coldly clear ;

Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
And all the earth lies dead and drear.

And yet God's love is not withdrawn ;

His life within the keen air breathes,
His beauty paints the crimson dawn,

And clothes the boughs with glitt'ring wreaths.

And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,

Home closer draws her circle now,
And warmer glows her light within.

O God ! who giv'st the Winter's cold

As well as Summer's joyous rays,
Us warmly in thy love enfold.

And keep us through life's wintry days I

Samuel Longfellow.

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The contlnml hdp of God.

Groat God ! we sing that mighty hand
By winch supported still we stand ;
The opening year thy mercy shows :
I hy mercy crowns it till its close.

By day, by night, at home, abroad.
Stdl are we guarded by our God ;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.'

With grateful hearts the past we own :
The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

In scenes exalted or depressed
Thou art our joy, and thou our rest ;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days'.

Pliilip Doddridge.

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122

C. M.

The worth of Time.

O Time ! ne'er resteth thy swift wing ;

Thy minutes make no stay :
Yet what vast treasures do they bring,

What treasure bear away !

O richly laden hours, ye fly ;

\ et ye lay down your load :
minutes i'reighted awfully !

Your freight is all bestowed.

Ye bring the world's consuming care ;

Ye bring the tempter's wile ;
Ye bring the glorious strife of prayer ;

Ye bring the Father's smile.

Yes, Lord, our days may be divine ;

Our hours may golden be :
The brightness of their light may sliine

Through all eternity.

We mourn not, hours, the wings ye take.
If your blest dower be given :

Fly on, bright minutes, if ye make
Our souls more meet for heaven !

Yes, parted years, still sweetly breathe !

Still blessedly appear !
And glory and delight bequeathe

To the eternal year !

Tliomas H. Gill.

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Consider the Lilies.

He hides within the lily

A strong and tender care,
That wins the earth-born atoms

To glory of the air ;
He weaves the sliining garments

Unceasingly and still,
Along the quiet waters,

In niches of the hill.

We linger at the vigil

With him who bent the knee
To watch the old-time lilies

In distant Galilee ;
And still the worship deepens

And quickens into new,
As, brightening down the ages,

God's secret thrilleth throufj-h.

Toiler of the lily,

Thy touch is in'^the man !
No leaf that dawns to petal

But hints the angel-plan.
The flower-horizons open,

The blossom vaster shows.
We hear thy wide worlds echo,

" See how the lily grows !"

William C. Gannett.

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124

L. M.

The wisdom of redeeming time

<jrod of eternity ! from thee

Did infant time its being draw ;

Moments and days and months and years
Revolve by thine unvaried law.

Silent and slow they glide away ;

Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf from whence it rose.

The thoughtless tribes of mortal men
Before the rapid stream are borne

On to that everlasting home.

Whence not one soul can e'er return.

Yet, while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flattering show,

Wo gaze, in fond amazement lost.
Nor think to what a world we go.

Great Source of wisdom ! teach my heart
To know the price of every hour ;

That time may bear me on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

Philip Doddridge.

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Our earth has not grown aged.

Our earth 1ms not grown aged,

With all her countless years ;
She works and never wearies,

Is glad, and nothing fears.
The glow of air, broad land and wave

In season reappears ;
And shall when slumber in the grave

These human smiles and tears.

Oh rich in songs and colors.

Thou joy-reviving Spring !
Some hopes are chill'd with Winter,

Whose term thou canst not bring:
Some voices answer not thy call,

W^hen sky and woodland rinfj.
Some faces come not back at all

With primrose-blossoming.

The distant-flying swallow,

The upward -yearning seed,
Find nature's promise faithful.

Attain their humble meed.
Great Parent ! thou hast also formed

These hearts which throb and bleed ;
With love, truth, hope, their life hast warmed

And what is best, decreed.

William Allingham.

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126

L. M.

The close of the year.

Another year ! another year !

The unceasing rush of time sweeps on ;
Whelmed in its surges, disappear

Man's hopes and fears, forevergone.

Oh, no ! forbear that idle tale :

The hour demands another strain, —

Demands high thoughts that cannot quail.
And strength to conquer and retain.

Oh ! what concerns it him whose way
Lies upward to the immortal dead.

That a few hairs are turning gray
Or one more year of life has fled ?

Swift years I but teach me how to bear,
To feel and act with strength and skill,

To reason wisely, nobly dare,

And speed your courses as you will.

When life's meridian toils are done.

How calm, how rich the twilight glow, —

The morning twilight of a sun

That shines not here on things below !

Press onward through each varying hour ;

Let no weak fears thy course delay :
Immortal being ! feel thy power,

Pursue thy bright and endless way.

Andrews Norton.

126

127

CM.

' Man frail, God eternal.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,
Aud our eternal home !

A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,

Are carried downwards by thy flood,
And lost in following years'.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away ;
Thty fall forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand.
Pleased with the morning liglit ;

The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past.
Our hope for years to come !

Be thou our guard wliile troubles last.
And our eternal home.

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Isaac Watts.

128

7s. M.

Happy New Year.

Backward looking o'er the past,
Forward, too, with eager gaze

Stand we bt^re to-day, O God,
At the pLci'ti^^ ">^ the ways.

Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill ;

Memories a i. hi 'grht :iid fair
Sochi to float on spirit- wings

Downward through the silent air.

Hark ! through all their music sweet
Hear you not a voice of cheer ?

'Tis the voice of Hope which sings,
" Happy be the coming year ! "

Father, comes that voice from thee !

Swells it with thy meaning vast, —
Good in all thy future stored.

Fairer than in all the past !

John W. Cbadwick.

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129

C. M.

.1 Xiir Vtar.

Our Father, througli the coming year
We know not what shall be ;

But we would leave, without a fear,
Its ordering all to thee.

It may be we shall toil in vain
For what the world holds fair ;

And all its good we tliought to gain
Deceive, and prove but care.

It may be it shall bring us days
And nights of lingering pain.

And bid us take our farewell gaze
Of these loved haunts of men.

But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest :
No fears our trust shall move ;

Thou knowest what for each is best ;
And thou art perfect love.

William Gaskell.

129

130

7 & 6s M.

Dedication.

See Israel's gentle shepherd stand,

With all engaging charms !
Hark how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms !
Permit them to approach, he cries,

Nor scorn their humble name ;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,

The Lord and Master came.

We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands.

And yield them up to thee :
Joyful that we ourselves are thine.

Thine let our offspring be.
Ye little flock, with pleasure hear :

Ye children, seek his face :
And fly, with transport, to receive

The blessings of his grace.

Philip Doddridge.

130

181

S. M.

Baptism of a Child.

To thee, O God in heaven,

This little one we bring,
Giving to thee what thou hast given,

Our dearest offerinir.

Into a world of toil

These little feet will roam.
Where sin its purity may soil,

Where care and grief may come.

O, then, let thy pure love,

With influence serene,
Come down, like water, from above,

To comfort and make clean !

James Freeman Chiike.

131

132

C. M.

ChildhooiV H Invocenci'.

We come in childhood's innocence,

We come as children free ;
We offer up, O God, our hearts

In trusting love to thee.

Well may we bend in solemn joy

At thy bright courts above !
Well may the grateful child rejoice

In such a Father's love !

We come not as the mighty come ;

Not as the proud we bow ;
But as the pure in heart should bend,

Seek we thine altar now.

In joy we wake, in peace we sleep,

Safe from all dread alarms ;
Not folded in an angel's wings.

But in a Father's arms.

Thomas Gray, Jr.

132

133

L. M.

Life's Missioi).

Go forth to life, O child of eai'th I
Still mindful of thy heavenly birth ;
Thou art not here for ease, or sin,
But manhood's noble crown to win.

Though passion's tires are in thy soul.
Thy spirit can their Hames control ;
Though tempters strong beset thy way,
Thy spirit is more strong than they.

Go on from innocence of youth
To manly pureness, manly truth ;
God'.s angels still are near to save,
And God himself doth help the bra\e.

Then forth to life, O child of earth !
Be worthy of thy heavenly birth !
For noble service thou art here ;
Thy brothers help, thy God revere !

Samuel Longfellow.

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CM.

The yrnrn of Intioctncc, and of temptation.

By cool Siloain's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows !
How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose !

Lo ! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod ;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay ;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow^'s jDower,

And stormy passion's rage.

O thou, whose infant feet were led

Within th}'- Father's shrine !
Whose years, with changeless virtue fed.

Were all alike divine : —

Dependent on thy bounteous breath,

We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death.

To keep us still thine own !

134

Reginald Heber.

135

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P. M.

The Dirim: Coll.

We liear tlu' lu'avenly voico,

That bids us forward move ;
And make its call our clioice,
Our labor, and our love.
White fields demand
The reaper's pains ;
And dark-brown plains
The sower's liand.

The sickle and the seed

Still own one Sovereign Lord ;
He gives the means we need,
And we l)ut plant liis word.
The laborer's skill,
And sun and rain,
And store of grain.
Abide his will.

( Jo with us, Lord, we pray !

Or we are left alone ; —
Poor wanderers from thy way.
And aliens in our owm.
The huml)le heart.
The fervid soul,
And faith all whole,
O God I impart.

N. J.. F.

135

136

L. M.

Mysterious soul.

Mysterious soul ! thou wondrous power
Not compassed by the passing hour ;
But boundless, unconfined and free,
This earth is not a home for thee.

No orb's thy home ! thou soar'st away
Beyond light's farthest piercing ray ;
On through the boundless realms of space,
Immensity's thy dwelling place !

Mysterious soul ! thy course sublime
Not fettered is by years of time ;
Nor past nor future limits thee —
Thou livest in eternity !

Thou need'st no passport for the tomb,
No light to guide thee through its gloom ;
For thou art life and light combined —
A ray of the eternal mind !

James Morgan.

136

137

7s M.

To the Prodigal Son.

Brother, hast thou wandered far

From thy Father's happy home,
With thyself and God at war ?

Turn thee, brother, homeward come.

Hast thou wasted all the powers

God for noble uses gave ?
Squandered life's most golden hours :*

Turn thee, brother ; God can save.

Is a mighty famine now

111 thy heart and in thy soul ?
Discontent upon thy brow ?

Turn thee, God will make thee whole.

Fall before him on the ground,

Pour thy sorrow in his ear
Seek him, for he may be found

Call upon him ; he is near.

James Froeman Clarke.

137

138

8 & 7s M.

God our Home.

As the lost who vainly wander.
As the blind who widely roam,

Vexed with doubt, our spirits ponder.
Till we come to thee — our home.

As the mother fond watch keepeth.
As the shepherd knows his sheep,

So thine eye that never sleepeth
All thine own in sight doth keep.

As the wave is lost in ocean,
As the day star melts in light.

Draw to thee each wavering motion.
Thou whose coming ends our night.

Eliza Scudder.

138

139

lOs M.

The Broken Shield.

O, send me not away I for I would drink,
Even I, the -^^eakest, at the fount of life ;
Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,
Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.

Went I not forth undaunted and alone,
Strong in the majesty of human might ?
Lo ! I return, all wounded and forlorn,
My dream of 'glory lost in shades of night.

Was I not girded for the battle field ?
Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword ?
Behold the fragments of my broken shield,
And lend to me thy heavenly armor, Lord !

Anonymous.

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**/ will arifte and go to my Father."

To thine eternal arms, O God,

Take us, thine erring children, in ;

From dangerous paths too boldly trod.

From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.

Those arms were round our childish ways,
A guard through helpless years to be ;

O, leave not our maturer days.

We still are helpless without thee !

We trusted hope and pride and strength ;

Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,
Our dreams have faded all at length, —

We come to thee, O Lord, again !

A guide to trembling steps to be !

Give us of thine eternal powers !
So shall our paths all lead to thee.

And life smile on, like childhood's hours.

Thomas W. Higginsoi\

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141

7s M. 6 lines.

in.

God our ILlp.

When arise the thoughts of sin ;
When the world our liearts would win ;
When, to selfish pleasure given,
Droops the love that blooms for heaven ,-
Lord, we would remember thee.
Thou wilt our Redeemer be.

im,

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When, with footsteps faint and slow,
] )uty 's upward path we go ;
When, by toils and hardship pressed.
Round we turn to look for rest, —
Lord, we would remember thee.
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.

When the way grows dark and drear ;

When, beset by doubt and fear,

We can see no beam of light

Struggling through the thickening niglit,-

Lord, we would remember thee.

Thou our Comforter wilt be.

William Gaskell.

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142

C. M.

Consecration.

O God whose law is in the sky,

Whose light is on the sea,
Who livest in the human heart.

We give ourselves to thee.
In love that binds mankind in one,

That serves all those in need.
Whose law is helpful sympathy,

In this we're thine indeed.

In fearless world-wide search for truth.

Whatever form it wear,
Or crown, or cross, or fame, or blame,

We thine ourselves declare.
To truth, to love, to duty, then.

Wherever we may be,
We give ourselves ! and doing this,

We give ourselves to thee.

Minot J. Savage.

142

143

8 & 7s M.
Dedication to God.

Holy Father, thou hast taught me

I should live to thee alone ;
Year by year, thy hand hath brought me

On throuijh dangers ot't unknown.
When I wandered thou hast found me ;

When I doubted, sent me light ;
Still thine arm has been around me,

All my paths were in thy siglit.

I would trust in thy protecting.

Wholly rest upon thine arm,
Follow wholly thy directing,

Thou mine only guard from harm I
Keep me from mine own undoing,

Help me turn to thee when tried,
Still my footsteps. Father, viewing,

Keep me ever at thy side !

Anonymous.

143

144

L. M.

Suhmisfiion.

God, mine eyes and ears unseal
To see thine angels ever near,

And hear their voices ; may I feel
Nor rebel pride, nor slavish fear.

1 bless thee for the holy joys

Thy grace has taught my glowing heart ;
Henceforth thy will be all my choice, —
I could not choose a better part.

Each dearest hope, each anxious fear,
My fondest longings, I would still ;

I lay them on thine altar here.
And only seek to do thy wnll.

Thomas Hill.

144

145

C. M.

God, the author ofptace.

Whene'er along the shore we wind,

And view the ocean roll ;
How true an emblem may we find

Of man's perturbed soul !

But thou, great Spirit, who along

The waters first didst move ;
And straight from warring chaos sprung

Light, harmony, and love !

O passion's ruder storm control ;

Bid mental discord cease ;
And breathe upon the troubled soul

Thy last, best, gift of peace.

Leeds Coll. (Independent.)

3ill.

145

146

8 k 7s M.
The I'ur])Ost' of Life.

Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises,
Hoard the solemn steps of time,

And the low, mysterious voices
Of another clime ?

Early hath life's mighty question
Tlu'illed within thy heart of youth,

With a deep and strong beseeching, —
What, and where, is truth ?

Not to ease and aimless quiet
Doth the inward answer tend ;

But to works of love and duty,
As our being's end ;

Earnest toil and strong endeavor

Of a spirit, which within,
Wrestles with familiar evil

And besetting sin ;

And w^ithout, with tireless vigor,
Steady heart, and purpose strong,

In the power of truth assaileth
Every form of wrong*.

John G. Whittier.

146

147

cS k 7s M.

Tlw Conflirt of Life.

Onw.ird, onward, thouoh the rof^ion
Where tliou art he (h'ear and lune ;

God hath set a miariUan k'mcjn
Very near thee, — press thou on !

Upward, upward ! Tlieh* Hosanna
Rolleth o'er thee, God is Love !

All around thy red-cross hanner
Streams the ratUance from above.

By the thorn-road and none other,
Is the mount of vision won ;

Trt*ad it without slirinking, brother!
Jesus trod it; — press thou on !

Bv thv trustful, calm endeavor,

Guiding, cheering, like the sun,
Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver;

O, for their sake, press thou on !

Be this world the wiser, stronger,

For thy life of pain and peace ;
While it needs thee, O, no longer

Pray thou for thy (juick release ;

Pray thou, undisheartened, rather,

That thou be a faithful son ;
By the prayer of Jesus, — " Father,

Not my will, but Thine, be done!"

Samuel Johnson.
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148

7s M.

Kind affectiom an arveptahk offtrhig.

Father of our feeble race,
Wise, beneticent, and kind !
Si)read o'er nature's ample face.
Flows thy t>oodness unconlined :
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

Lord ! what offei'in"; shall we brin^j-
At thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied sprinij
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed ;
Sympathy, at whose control
.Sorrow leaves the wounded breast :

Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the pooi'i
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store.
Teach us, O thou heavenly King !
Tlius to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.

John Tiivlor.

148

1 i 9

C. iM.

iSi/tiipallii/.

Behold wliere, 1)n'atliin;;" love diviiu',

Our (IviniT Master stands !
His weeping followers, gathernig round,

Receive his last conunands :

" Blest is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain,
To vrhoni the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain :

Whose breast expands with generous warmth

A stranger's woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound

He wants the power to heal :

He spreads his kind supporting arms

To every child of grief,
His secret bounty largely flows

And brings unasked relief :

To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow ;
He views through mercy's melting eye

A brother in a foe.

Peace from the bosom of his God,

My peace to him I give ;
An*' when he kneels before the throne,

} ^ tremblinir soul shall live."

Anna L. Barbaiikl.

149

150

C. M.

Acquiescence in the divine v:il/.

Author of ^ood ! to thee I turn :

Thy ever-wakeful eye
Alone can all my wants discern,

Thy hand alone supply.

O let thy fear within me dwell,
Thy love my footsteps guide ;

That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.

I It-

And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will.

We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp tlie specious ill;

Not to my wish, but to my want.
Do thou thy gifts supply ;

llie good unasked in mercy grant ;
The ill, though asked, deny.

James ^Merrick.

150

151

C. M.

A Song of Faith.

We pray no more, made lowly wise

For miracle and sign ;
Anoint our eyes to see within

The common, the divine.

We turn from seekins; thee afar

And in unwonted ways,
To build from out our daily lives

The temples of thy praise.

And if thy casual comings, Lora,
To hearts of old were dear,

What joy shall dwell within tiie taith
That feels thee ever near !

And nobler yet shall duty grow,
And more shall worship be,

When thou art found in all our life,
And all our life iu thee.

Fredoriik L. II(tsiner.

151

152

C. M.

The Citi) of God.

In thee my powers, my treasures, bVe,
To thee my life must tend ;

Giving thyself, thou all dost give,
O soul-sufficing Friend !

And wherefore should I seek above,

The city in the sky,
Since firm in faith, and deep in love,

Its broad foundations lie ?

Since in a life of peace and prayer,
Nor known on earth nor praised.

By humblest toil, by ceaseless care,
Its holy towers are raised.

Where pain the soul hath purified.
And penitence hath shriven,

And truth is crowned and glorified,
There — only there — is heaven !

Eliza Scudder.

162

153

S. M.

Seiing him irJio is invisiJih .

Teach me, my God and King,

Thy will in all to see :
And what I do in anything-,

To do it as for thee !

To scorn the senses' sway.

While still to thee I tend :
In all I do, be thou the way,

In all, be thou the end.

All may of thee partake :

Nothing so small can be
But draws, when acted for thy sake,

Greatness and worth from thee.

If done beneath thy laws

E'en servile labors shine ;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ;

The meanest work, divine.

After George Herbert.

153

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154

7s M.
More Life.

Father of our spirits ! hear
Faith's efi'ectual, fervent prayer :
Hear, and our petitions seal :
Let us now the answer feel.

Life of all that lives below !
Let thy spirit in us flow :
Let us all Thy life receive,
From thee, in thee, ever live.

O, for fuller life we pine :
Let us more receive of thine :
Still for more on thee ^ve call,
Thou who hllest all in all I

Live we now in thee ; be fed
Daily with the living l)read
Into thee our spirits grow ;
Into us thy spirit flow ;

While we feel the vital blood,
While Thy full and quickening Hood
Through life's every channel rolls,
Soul of all believinix souls !

A nonymous.

154

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155

C. M.

O Saints of old ! not 3'ours nhme
The search for God shall 1 )e :

We take the Q-lorv for our own :
Lord ! we are seekinjx thee.

»J4"

Not only when ascends the sonj
And soundeth sweet the word ;

Not only with the Sabljath llii-ong,
Our souls would seek the Lord :

We mingle with another throni;-,

And other w^ords we speak ;
To other business w^e belong,

Yet still our Lord we seek.

We w^ould not to our daily task

Without our God repair,
But in the world his presence ask,

And seek his glory there.

Oil, everywhere, oh, every day.

Thy grace is still outpoured :
We work, we watch, we strive, v/e pray,

Behold thy seekers, Lord !

Thomas II. Gill.

155

156

8 & 7s M.
IVie Prayer of Lift:

Father hear the prayer we offer !

Not for ease that prayer shall he.
But for strength that we may ever

Live our lives courageously.

Not forever in green pastures

Do we ask our way to be ;
But the steep and rugged pathway

May we tread rejoicingly.

Not forever by still waters
Would we idly quiet stay ;

But would smite the living fountains
From the rocks along our way.

Be our strength in hours of weakness,
In our wanderings, be our guide ;

Through endeavor, failure, danger,
Father, be thou at our side !

Anonymous.

156

157

S. M.

It is nigh thcc, in thy Hear I.

Say not the law divine

Is hidden far from thee :
That heavenly law within may shine

And there its brightness be.

Soar not, my soul, on high.
To bring it down to earth :

No star within the vaulted sky
Is of such priceless worth.

Thou need'st not launch thy bark

Upon a shoreless sea,
Breasting its waves to find the ark,

To bring this dove to thee.

Cease, then, my soul, to roam ;

Thy wanderings all are vain :
That holy word is found at home.

Within thy heart its reign.

Bernard Barton.

157

158

L. M.

" FollovTrfi of God, as (bar children.''

We follow, Lord, wliere fchou dost lead.
And, quickened, would ascend to thee,

Redeemed from sin, set free indeed
Into thy glorious liberty.

We cast behind fear, sin, and death ;

With thee we seek the things above :
(Jur inmost souls thy Spirit breathe.

Of power, of calmness, and of love.

The powder, 'mid worldliness and sin.
To do, in all, our Father's will ;

With thee, the victory to win.

And bid each tempting voice be still :

The calmness perfect faith inspires.
Which waiteth patiently and long :

The love which faileth not, nor tires,
Triumphant over every wrong.

Tlius through thy quickening Spirit, Lord,

Thy perfect life in us reveal,
And help us, as we live to God,

Still more and more with man to feel.

Anonymous.

158

159

L. M.

Tin' Jfopr of Man.

The Past is dark witli sin and shame,
The Future dim witli doubt and fear ;

But, Fatlier, yet we praise thy name,
Whose guardian love is always near.

For man has striven, ages long.

With faltering steps to come to thee.

And in each purpose high and strong
The influence of tliy grace could see.

He could not l)reathe an earnest prayer.
But thou \\ ast kinder than he dreamed ;

As age by age brought hoj^es more fair,
And nearer still thy kingdom seemed.

But never rose within Ids breast
A trust so cahn and deep as now ;

Shall not the weary find a rest ?
B^'ather, Preserver, answer thou !

'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above,

But through the shadow streams the sun ;

We cannot doubt thy certain love ;
And man's true aim shall yet be won !

Thomas W. Higginson.

159

1(50

C. M.

•* To-day, if ye unll hear His voice."

Our God ! our God ! Thou shinest here ;

Thine own this latter day ;
To us thy radiant steps appear ;

Here leads thy glorious way !

We shine not only with the light
Thou did'st shed down of yore ;

On us thou streamest strong and bright ;
Thy comings are not o'er.

The fathers had not all of thee ;

New births are in thy grace ;
All open to our souls shall be

Thy glory's hiding-place.

We gaze on thy outgoings bright,
Down conieth thy full power ;

Wo, the glad bearers of thy light ;
This, this thy saving hour !

On us thy spirit hast thou poured ;

To us thy word has come ;
Wii feel, we bless, thy quickening. Lord !

Thou shalt not find us dumb.

Thou comest near ; thou stindest by ;

Our work begins to shine ;
Thou dwellest with us mighiily, —

On come the years divine !

Thomas H. Gill.

160

161

S. M..

Tilt Vifonihv' fi roin.

God of the earnest heart,

The trust assured and still,
Thou wlio our streng'th forever art, —

We come to do thy will.

Upon that painful road

By saints serenely trod,
Whereon their hallowing influence flowed,

Would we go forth, O God !

'Gainst doubt and shame and fear

In human heart to strive,
That all may learn to love and bear.

To conquer self, and live ;

To draw thy blessing down,

And bring the wronged redress,

And give this glorious world its crown
The Spirit's Godlikeness.

No dreams from toil to charm,
No trembling on the tongue, —

Lord, in thy rest may we be calm,
Through thy comi)leteness, strong !

Thou hearest while we pray ;

O deep within us write.
With kindling power, our God, t(j-day,

Thy word, — ' On eartl) l)e light ! '

11.

Sanmel Johnson.

101

162

S. M.

For the (jijts of tin'. Spirit.

Send down tliy truth, O God !
Too lonjj tliu slmdows frown :
Too lon<j^ the darkened way we've trod ;
Thy truth, O Lord, send down I

Send down thy Spirit free,
Till wilderness and town
One temple for thy worship be :
Thy Spirit, oh, send down !

Send down thy love, thy life,
Our lesser lives to crown.
And cleanse them of their hate and strife :
Thy living love send down !

Send down thy peace, O Lord !
Earth's bitter voices drown
In one deep ocean of accord :
Thy peace, O God, send down !

Edward R. Sill.

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163

L M

Old and Nni\

Oh, sonietiiiies gleams upon our siolit,
Through present wrong, the eternal Riglyi
And step by step, since time began,
We see the steady gain of man ;

That all of good the past hath had
Remains to make our own time glad,
Our common, daily life divine,
And every land a 'Palestine.

Through the harsh noises of our day,
A low, sweet prelude finds its way f
Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear,
A light is breaking calm and clear.

Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more
For olden time and holier shore :
God's love and blessing, then and there.
Are now and here and everywhere.

John G Whittior.

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164

C. M.

Huiiiaii J}rotli(rh<)0(f.

All men are equal in their birth,

Heirs of the earth and skies ;
All men are ecjnal when that eartli

Fades from tlieir dying eyes.

All wait alike on him whose power

Upholds the life he (j^ave ;
The sage within his star-lit tower,

The savage in his cave.

God meets the throngs who pay th<nr vows
In courts their hands have made :

And hears the worshipper who hows
Beneath the plantain shade.

'Tis man alone who difference sees

And speaks of high and low,
And worships those, and tramples these,

While the same path they go.

Oh let man hasten to restore

To all their rights of love ;
In power and wealth exult no more

In wisdom lowly move.

Ye great, renounce your earth-horn pride !

Ye low, your shame and fear I
Live, as ye worship, side l)y side ;

Your brotherhood revere !

Harriet Martiiieau.

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7 .^' (js M.

To Truth.

() Star of Trutli, down shiniiiir

. Tlirough clouds of doubt ui'ul fear,

I ask but 'ue'atli your o'uidauco

My patliway may ai)pear.
However long tlic journey,

How hard soe'er it be,
'I'liouo'li I be lone and wearv.

Lead on, I'll follow thee f

I know thy blessed radiance

Can never lead astray.
However ancient custom

May tread some otlier wav.
E'en if throug-h untrod deserts

Or over trackless sea,
Thouo-h I be lone and weary.

Lead on, I'll follow thee I

T\ui l)leeding feet of martyrs
Tliy toilsome road have trod :

Ihit tires of human passion

^^ May lin-lit tlie way to (iod.

Then, thouo-h my feet should faltei-,
Wliile I thy beams can see,

Though I be haie and weary,
Lead on, I'll follow thee I

Mi not J. Havajie.

lU.

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166

7s M.

Life of Ag('.«.

Life of Ages, richly poured,

Love of God, unspent and free.
Flowing in the prophet's word

And the people's liberty.

Never was to chosen race,

Tliat unstinted tide confined :
Thine is every time and place,

Fountain sweet of heart and niin<l !

Breathing in the tl linker's creed,

Pulsing in the hero's hlood,
Nerving simplest thouglit and deed,

Freshenino- time with truth and good ;

Consecrating art and song,

Holy book and pilgrim track :
Hurlino; floods of tvrant wrong

From the sacred limits back.

Life of Ages, richly poured,

Love of God, unspent an<l free.
Flow still in the prophet's word

And the people's liberty 1

Samuel Johnson.

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167

C. M.

Brightening unto the perfect day.

Gone is the hollow, murky night,

With all its shadows dun ;
shine upon us, heavenly light,

As on the earth the sun .'

Pour on our hearts thy heavenly l)eani,

In radiance divine ;
Retire before that ray supreme,

Ye sins of elder time !

Lo, on the morn, that now is here

No night sliall ever fall ;
But faith shall burn, undimmed and clear

Till God be all in all.

This is the dawn of infant faith ;

The day will folloAv soon,
When hope shall breathe with freer breatli,

And morn be lost in noon.

For to the seed that's sown to-day

A harvest time is given,
When charity with faith to stay

Shall make on earth a heaven.

IJreviarv

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168

C. M

The Church UniVirfntl.

One lioly Church of God appears
Tlirongh every age and race,

UnAvasted by tlie lapse of years,
Unchanged by changing place.

From oldest time, on farthest shores,

Beneath the pine or palm.
One unseen presence she adores,

With silence or with psalm.

Her priests are all God's faithful sons,
To serve the world raised up :

Tlie pure in heart her baptized ones.,
Love, her communion-cup.

The truth is her prophetic gift,

The soul her sacred page ;
And feet on mercy's errands swift

J)o make her pilgrimage.

^anincl Longfellow.

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169

CM.

The City of God.

City of God, how broad and far

Outspread tliy walls sublime !
The true thy chartered freemen are,

Of every age and clime.

One holy church, one army strong,

One steadfast iiigh intent,
Oie w^orking l)and, one harvest song,

One King Onniipotent.

How purely hath thy speech come down

From man's primeval youth !
How grandly hath thine empire gro^vn

Of Freedom, Love, and Truth !

How gleam thy watchhres througli the night,

With never fainting ray !
How rise thy towers, serene and bright,

To meet the dawning day !

In vain the surge's ingry sliock,

In vain the drifting san<ls ;
Unharmed, upon thi' Eternal Rock,

Tlie Eternal City stands.

#»iuuel .luhiison.

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170

S. M.

" Thjl Kinydom come."

Come, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light an<l love !

Shod peace, and hope, and joy al)road,
And wisdom from above.

Over our spirits first

Extend thy healing i-eign ;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst,

That never pains again.

Come, kingdom of our (Jod 1

And make the broad earth thine,

Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with crrace divine.

Soon may all tribes be blest

With fruit from life's fda<l tree :

And in its shade like breathers rest.
Sons of one family.

John Johns.

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171

7 t^' Gs M.

God our rclUmce.

God is my strono- salvation,

What foe have I to fear ?
In darkness and temptation,

My light, my help is near :
Though hosts encamp around me,

Firm to the tight I stand ;
What terror can confound me.

With God at my riHit hand ?

Place on tlie Lord reliance :

My soul with courage wait ;
His truth be thine affiance,

When faint and desolate ;
His might thy heai-t shall strengthen.

His love thy joy increase ;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen ;

The Lor<l will give thee peace.

James jMontgomery

IS.

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172

8 & 7s M.
Coming of God's Kingdom.

How shall coiiio thy kingdom holy,

in which all the earth is blest,
Tliat shall lift on high the lowly,

And to weary souls give rest ?
Not with trumpet call of legions

Jjursting through the uppei* sky,
Wakino; earth throuo-h all its reificms

With their heaven-descend in<«- crv :

Nob with dash or sudden sallv,

Swooping down with rushing wing
But as, creeping up the valley,

(yome the grasses in the spring:
First one blade and then another.

Still advancing arc; they seen,
iiank on rank, each by its brother,

Till each inch of ijround is ^reen.

Through the weary days of sowing,

Burning sun, and drenching sliowei',
Day by day, so slowly growing.

Comes the waited harvest hour.
So the kingdom cometh ever,

Though it seem so far away ;
Each bright thought and true endeavor

Hastens on the blessed day.

Minot J. Saviiue.

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1 7:^

C. M.

TJk i-trtion (if /■\(itli.

From heart to heart, from cvwd to creed,

rhe liicklen river runs,
It (iiiickeiis all the a^es down,

It hinds the sires to sons, —
The stream of Faith whose source is Ood,

Whose sound, thr ^.»und of prayer,
Whose meadows are I he holy lives

Upsprin^^'ing eveiy where. "

Oh, deep it flowed in olden time,

When men by it were stroni^-
To dare to tame the desert land,

Charmed on as by a son(^^ :
And where they passed by hill or shore,

They (fnve the song a voice,
Till all the wilderness had heard

The Fathers' faith rejoice.

And still it moves, a broadening flood ;

And fresher, fuller crows
A sense as if the sea were near,

Towards which the river flows.
O Thou, who art th<> secret source

That rises in each soul.
Thou art the ocean too, — thy charm,

That ever-deepening roll !

Williuni C. Gannett.

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174

C. M.

God's M<Hsengers.

Fair are the feet that bring the news

Of gladness unto nie ;
How many messengers God hatli,

If we had eyes to see !

Thine angels speak ; but still we must

The hearing ear bestow ;
They smite the rock ; but our own lips

Must stoop to drink the flow.

Lo, all things are thine angels, Lord,
That bring us near to thee :

O for the ear to hear their word !
O for the eye to see !

Anonymous.

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I'tdcr on Earth.

Peace, jx^ace uii earth! the heart of man
forever

Through all these weary strifes foretells
the day ;

Blessed be God, the hojx forsakes him

never,
That war shall cease and swords be

sheathed for aye.

Peace, peace on earth ! for men sliall

love each other.
Hosts shall go forth to bless and not

destroy ;
For man shall see in every man a

brother.
And peace on earth fulfil the angel's

joy. ^

Samuel Longfellow.

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A Song for Easter.

In childhood ever lies enshrined

A pure an<l priceless gem ;
But men of yore were hard and blind,

And it was nought to them.

The Saviour claimed it as his own,
And saw his kingdom there ;

Each soul was ft to grace the crown
More rich than monarchs wear.

Keep not the little ones from me,
But let them come. He said ;

The Man of Sorrows smiled to see
The children towards him led.

That smile has been, the ages since.
Glad sunshine to the young ;

And still where rides the lowly Prince,
Hosannas new are sung.

With resurrection joy, to-day,
The Conqueror's face is bright ;

While Easter throngs, in vast array,
Fulfil his sweet delight.

In every child, oh, teach us, Lord,

Thy holy self to see ;
And let our love have this reward ; —

" Ye did it unto me."

Alfred P. Putnam.

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177

S. M.

Somng and reaping.

Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy liand ;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed.
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles glow,
Scatter it on the rock.

The good, the fruitful ground.
Expect not here nor there :
O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found,
Go forth, then, everywhere.

And duly shall appear.
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

Thou canst not toil in vain :
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain.
For garners in the sky.

Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God is come.
The angel-reapers shall descen<l,
And heaven cry — " Harvest home I

James Montgomery.

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178

7s M.

" Give us day bi/ ilaij our dtiifi/ Itread."

Day by day tlio manna fell :
() to learn this lesson well !
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

" Day by day," the promise reads :
Daily strenj^th for daily needs :
Cast forebodin<»" fears away ;
Take the manna of to-da\'.

Lord ! my times are in thy hand :
All my san<;nine hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,
Anil would make thy purpose mine.

Thou mv <lailv task shalt mve :
Day by day to thee I live :
So sliall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father's will.

Fond ambition, whisper not ;
Happy is my hund>le lot :
Anxious, busy cares, awa\' :
I'm provided for to-day.

O to live exempt from care.
By tlie energy of prayer ;
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude !

JosiahCouder.

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171)

C. M.

The thoiu/hl of Goil.

Out' tli()U<^lit I lirtvo, my ample creed,

So deep it is and hroad,
And ecpial to my every need, —

It is the tliout^lit of God.

Kach morn unfolds some fresh surprise,

I feast at life's full hoard ;
And I'ising- in my inner skies,

Shines forth the thoui^lit of God.

At ni^ht my <(ladness is my prayer ;

I drop my daily load,
And every care is pillowed there

Upon the thought of God.

I ask not far hetore to see,

But take in trust my road ;
Life, death, and inunortality

Are in my thought of God.

To this their secret strength tliey owed
The martyr's path wlio trod ;

The fountains of their patience flowed
From out their thouifht of God.

Fe still the light upon my way,

i\Iy pilgrim statt'and rod.
My rest hy night, my strength hy day,

() blessed thought of God.

ider.

Frederick L. Hosincr.

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180

lOs M.

( 'onjidi lire in (lod.

(iod our kind Master, merciful as just,
Knowing our frame, remembers man is <lust ;
His spirit, ever ln'ooding o'er our mind,
♦Sees the first wisli to ])etter hopes inclined.

His ears are open to the softest cry :
His grace descends to meet tlie lifted e^'e ;
He reads the language of a silent tear,
And siijhs are incense from a heart sincere.

Fi'om each terrestrial bondage set me free ;
Still every wish that centres not in thee ;
Hid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease,
And point my path to everlasting peaci'.

If, friendless, in a vale of tears I stray.
Where briers wound, and thorns perplex my way,
Still let my steady soul thy goodness see,
And with strong confidence lay hold on thee ;

With equal eye my various lot receive.
Resigned to die, or resolute to live ;
Prepared to kiss the sceptre, or the rod.
While (Jod is seen in all, and all in God.

Adapted from Anna L. Harbaukl.

180

181

^ay

L. M.

(ioil crcri/irhcre.

Viithvv aiul Frieinl, tliy light, thy love,
Hfaining tlirough all thy works, we sec ;

Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.

Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,

Involved in clouds, invisible,

Keignest the Lord of life and light.

We know not in what hallowed part

Of the wide heavens thy throne may be :

But this we know, — that where thou art.

Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee.

And through the various maze of time,

And through th' infinity of space,
We f(^llow thy career sublime,

xVnd all thy wondrous footsteps trace

Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought, —

Since thou, their (iod, art everywhere,
They cannot be where thou art not.

Sir John l>o\vriii^.

181

182

S. M.

" Cant thfi Ihirihn 7ipo)i (he Lord."

How gentle (lod's commands !
How kind liis precepts are !
(yome, cast your Imrdens on the Lord,
And trust liis constant care.

His bounty will provide ;
Ye shall securely dwell ;
The hand that bears creati(m up,
Shall guard his chihlren well.

Oh, why should anxious thought,
Press down your weary mind ^
C'ome, seek your heavenly Father's face,
And peace and gladness find.

His goodness stands for all,
Unchanged from day to day ;
We'll drop our burden at his feet,
And bear a song awa3\

Philip Dodilridjre.

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188

S. M.

nil fit ht' thif loir, diar Lont.

Blest be thy love, dejir Loi 1,
Tlijit taught us tliis sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself,
And for that love obey.

O Thou, our soul's chief ho2)e !
We to thy mercy Hy ;
When''er we are, thou canst pi'otect,
Whate'er we need, supply.

WHicther we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign ;
By nii(ht we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die.
Both we submit to thee ;
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.

se.

Jolin Austin.

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184

L. M.

Prrfrrl peace.

In (luiet hours the tranquil soul
lleHects the beauty of the sky :

No passions rise or billows roll,

iVnd only God and heaven are nigh.

Thii tides of being ebb and flow,
(treating peace without alloy :

A sacred happiness we know,

Too high for mirth, too deep for joy.

Like birds that slumber on the sea,
Unconscious where the current runs,

W(^ rest on God's infinity

Of bliss, that circles stars and suns.

His perfect peace has swept from sight
The narrow bounds of time and space,

And looking up with still delight
We catch the glory of his face.

Angusta Lamed.

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Faith's npoHf.

Father, l»eneath thy .sheltcrin*^ win^
In swc^et security wc rest I

Ami fear no evil earth can hrin<^,
Tn liFe, in death, supremely hlest

For life is good, whose ti<lal How
The motions of thy will obeys :

And <leath is j]^ood, that makes us kni»\v
The life divine that all thini's swaxs.

And good it is to hear the cross.
And so thy perfect peace to win ;

And naught is ill, nor brings us loss,
Xor works us harm, save cmly sin.

Redeemed from this, we ask no more,
But trust the love that saves to guide ;

The grace, that yields so rich a store.
Will grant us all we need beside.

William 11. Hurleijrh.

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186

L. M.

The allotiiientfi of lift, (liriiii.

Through all the various shiftin*;- scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good,

Thy hand, () God, conducts unseen
The beautiful vicissitude.

Thou givest with a Father's care,

Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To each his necessary share

() joy and sorrow, health and pain.

All tilings on earth, and all in heaven.

On thy eternal will depend :
And all for greater good were given,

Would man pursue the appointed end.

Be this my care ; to all beside

Indifferent let my wishes be :
Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,

And tixed my soul, great God, on thee !

Samuel C'ollett.

186

C. M.

I know not if beyond the Mue

And ov(;rarc]nn<r sky,
A homo of pci'fect love and peace

Awaits nie wlien I die;

Where sin and sorrow are no more,
And wliere all hearts oppressiMl

Mav lav their heavv burdens down,
And find eternal rest :

Hut this I know, that iUn] is love.
He lives and cares for all :

Our souls are his, our Ixxlies too ;
He guards us, great and small.

Conscious that he is wise and good,
No doubt my heart shall till ;

In life or death he is our God,
And so I trust him still.

Martha Martin.

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G. M.

Gratitude and rcsUjnaiion.

When I survey life's varied scene, —

Amid the darkest hours,
Sweet rays of comfort shine between,

And thorns are mixed with flowers.

Are health and ease my happy share ?

may I bless my God !
Thy kindness let my songs declare,

And spread thy praise abroad.

While such delightful gifts as these

Are kindly dealt to me.
Be all my hours of health and ease

Devoted, Lord, to thee.

And (), whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,

Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise ; —

( five me a calm, a thankful heart.
From every murmur free ;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

Anne iSteele

188

189

C. M.

Filidl tniKt.

My God, my Fatlier! blissful muim

may I call thee mine !

May I with sweet assurance claim
A. portion so divine !

This only can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows Hy :
What harm can ever reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye ?

Whate'er thy providence denies

1 calmly would resign ;

For thou art just, and good, and wise ;
O bend my will to thine.

Whate'er thy sacred will ordains
O give me strength to bear :

And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight ;

Yet let my soul, adoring, own
That all thy ways are right.

Anne Steele.

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190

C. H. M.

Looking unto God.

I look to tlieo in every need,

And never look in vain,
I feel thy strong and tender love,

And all is well again :
The thought of thee is mightier far

Than sin and pain and sorrow are.

Discouraged in the wcji'k of life,

Disheartened by its load,
Shamed by its failures or its fears.

I sink l)eside the road : —
But let n)e only think of thee.

And tlien new heart springs up in me.

Thy calmness bends serene above.

My restlessness to still :
Around me flows thy quickening life,

To nerve my faltering will ;
Thy presence tills my solitude ;

Thy providence turns all to good.

Embosomed deep in thy dear love,

Held in thy law, I stand ;
Thy hand in all things I behold.

And all things in thy hand ;
Thou leadest me by unsought ways,

And turn'st my mourning into praise.

Samuel Lonutbllow,

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7 Sc 6s M.
Heaven I II Love.

In lioavonly love abiding,

No change my lieart shall frar
And safe is such confiding,

For nothing chanws here.
The storm may roar without me,

My heart mav low l)e laid.
But God is round about me,

And can I be dismayed :*

Wherever he mav <j:uide mc

No want shall turn me l>aek :
My Shepherd is beside me,

And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh ;

His sight is never dim :
He knows the way he taketh,

And I will walk with him.

Green pastures are before me.
Which yet I have not seen :
Bright skies will soon hv o'er me

Where darkest clouds have
My hope I cannot measure,

My path to life is free.
My Father has my treasure,

And he will walk with me.

been.

Anna L. Waring.

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192

C. M.

" Pmce like a rivtr,"

Give me a heart of calm repose
Amid the world's loud roar

A life that like a river Hows,
Along a peaceful shore.

I would roll onw^ard to the deep,
In brightness, not in foam ;

And 'mid earth's noise in stillness keep
My soul's interior home.

Come, Holy Spirit, hush my heart

With gentleness divine ;
Indwelling peace thou canst impart,

Oh, make the blessing mine !

Above the scenes of storm and strife,
There spreads a region fair ;

Give me to live that higher life
And breathe that purer air.

Allay this feverish, restless mood,

Arrest life's eager chase.
And quench the thirst for earthly good

With thy bedewing grace !

Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace
Which flows from pai'doned sin ;

Then shall my soul her conflict cease.
And find a heaven wdthin.

Anonvuious.

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193

C. M.

The iiuinifoUl Gracf of fHotf.

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,

A shoreless, soundless sea,
Wherein at last our souls must tall ! —

O Love of God most tree !

When over dizzy heights we go.
One soft hand blinds our eyes,

The other leads us safe and slow, —
O Love of God, most wise !

And though we turn us from thy face,

And wander wide and long,
Thou hold'st us still in thine emhrace, —

O Love of God, most strong !

The saddened heart, the restless soul,
The toil-worn frame and mind,

Alike confess thy sweet control, —
() Love of God most kind !

But not alone thy care we claim,

(Jur wayward steps to win :
We know thee by a dearer name, —

O Love of God within I

And tilled and quickened by thy breath,
Our souls are strong and fn^e

To rise o'er sin and fear and death,
O Love of God, to thee !

Kliza ScHcMer,

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194

L. M.

Lore of all.

All Father ! when man's sot'teiK'd hcaj t
Is lifted up ill thought to thee,

When earthly bonds awhile depart,
And leave the mounting spirit t're«' ;

Oh may he feel his love, like thine,

O'er all the realms of earth should How,

A shoreless stream, a Hood divine,
Xo lines of race or hue to know.

Not hound by party, caste, or creed,
The narrow realm of self above,

Enough that hearts of love have need,
For us to own the <lues of love.

Anonymous.

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Ilrotherhooil.

() |>i;<>ther man I fold to tliy Iieart thy l.i-othci' •
VMktc pity (Iwolls, the peace of iulx is tlinv •

lo worsliip rightly is to love each other,
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a j)iayer.

Follow with reverent steps the great example
()t hnn whose holy work was "doing o^oni\ " •

So shall the wide earth seem our FathcT's temple
Each lovmg life a psalm of gratitude.

Then shall all shackles fall : the stormy claniror
Of wild war music o'er tlu^ earth shall ceas^' •

Love shall tread out the baleful fire of angci-, '
Anfl in its ashes plant the tree of peacin

John (}. Wliittier.

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196

S. M.

Still vith thtr.

Still with thee, O my God !
I would desire to be :
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with thee : —

With thee, amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart :

With thee, when day is done,
And evening calms the mind :
The setting as the rising sun

With thee my heart would find :

With thee, when darkness brings
The signal of repose ;
Calm in the shadow of thy wings
Mine eyelids I would close :

With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be ;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee.

James D. Burns.

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197

(is M.

Thfi ira>i, not mine.

Thy way, not niine, O Lord,

However dark it be !
Lead me by thine own liand,

Clioose out the path for nie.

I dare not choose my lot :
^ T would not, if I nn'ght :
Choose thou for me, my (Jod,
So shall I walk arioht.

The kingdom that I seek
^ Is thine : so let the way
That leads to it be thine,
Klse I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,

As best to thee may seem ;
Clioose thou my good and ill.

Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small ;

Be thou my guide, my strength.
My wisdom, and my all.

us.

IToratius Koiiar,

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198

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Cnliii mr, tnii (!nif.

Calm ine, my Goil, an<l keep me calm,

Lot thine outstretched win<^
Be like tlie sliade of Elim's palm

Beside her desert-spring.

Yes: keep me cahn, though loud and lude

The sounds my ear tliat greet ;
Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the hustling street :

Calm in the hour of huoyant health,

(yalm in my hour of pain :
CJalm in my poverty or wealth,

Calm in my loss or gain ;

Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like him who hore my shame ;

Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate thy holy name ;

Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain,
Movincf unruttled throuo^h earth's war

Th' eternal calm to gain.

HoratiuK Jjonar,

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L. M. (J lines.

TIni irif/ In ilonr.

He scDdt'tli sun, ]\v scnck'th shower,
Alike tliey're needful for the Hower :
And jovs and tears alike are sent
To ^ive the soul tit nourislnnent :
As conies to nie or cloud or sun,
Fatlu'r! thy will, not mine, he done.

C^an lovinj.^ children e'er reprove

With murnuirs, whom they trust and ln\«' ;*

Creator ! I would ever he

A trnstinor, lovinjx child to thee :

As comes to me or cloud or sun,

Father ! thy will, not mine, be done.

(Jh, ne'er will I at life repine ;
Enough that thou hast made it mine :
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath, —
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father ! thy will, not mine, be done.

Sarah Flower Adams.

\ar.

199

200

S. M.

" Thr pure in lieart s^hall .<«■<' find."

HI est are the pure in lieart,

For they shall see our Ood :

The secret of the Lord is theirs,

Their soul is Christ's abode.

Still to the lowly soul
He doth himself impart,
And for his temple and his throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.

Lord, we thy presence seek.
May ours this blessing be ;
Oh, give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for thee.

^-.

John Keble.

200

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201

S & OS M.
Nothing is ahlr to srparatf hh from his fnir

Life nur deatli shall us dissevrr
From his lovo wlio rei^nis f()rev<'r:
Will hi' tail lis ^ never ! never !
When to him we cry !

Wily sin may seek to snare us ;
F^ury-passion strive to tear us ;
Toil and sorrow waste and wear us :-
Is no helper nigh ?

Yes ! his might shall still defend us :
And his blessed Son befriend us ;
And his holy Spirit send us
Comfort ere we die.

le.

Re^'inald Heber.

201

202

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L. M.

Trttf<t and i^vhudfisio)!.

My God, I thank thee ; may no thouglit
E'er deem thy chastisement severe :

But may this heart, by sorrow tauglit,
Cahn eacli wild wish, each idle fear.

Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;

The sun is bright, and man is gay :
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom.

That darkens o'er his little day.

I^'ull many a throb of grief and pain
Thv frail and erring child must know :

But not one prayer is breatli(^d in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

Thy various messengers emplo}-,

Thy purposes of love fulfil ;
And ''mid the wreck of human joy,

Let kneeling faith adore thy will.

Andrews Norton.

202

2 :^

L. M.

Hymn of truM. '

O Love Divine, that stooped to share
(Jur sharpest pan^, our bitterest tear,

On tliee we cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain while thou art near !

Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,

No path we shun, wo darkness dread,

Our hearts still whispering, thou art near!

When drooping pleasure tuins to grief,
And treniblintj; faith is chanifed to fear,

The nuiriiuiring wind, the ([uickening leaf.
Shall softlv tell us, thou art near !

On thee we fling our burdening woe,

( ) Love Divine, forever dear.
Content to suffer while we know,

Living and dying, thou art near I

Oliver Wendell Hoinics.

203

204

C. M.

Y(t spcaketh.

Immortal by their deed and word,
Like light around them shed,

Still speak the prophets of the Lord,
Still live the sainted dead.

The voice of old by Jordan's Hood

Yet floats upon the air :
We hear it in beatitude,

Li parable and prayer.

And still the beauty of that life
Shines star-like on our way.

And breathes its calm amid the strife
And burden of to-day.

Earnest of life forever more,

That life of duty here, —
The trust that in the darkest hour

L(joked forth and knew no fear.

Spirit of Jesus, still speed on !

Speed on thy conquering way,
Till every heart the Father own,

And all his will obey.

Frederick L. Hosnier,

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Jon and peace in helieriuij.

Suinetiines a light surprises

The Christian while he sings ;
It is the Lord who rises

With healing in his wings :
When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of CJod's salvation.

And find it ever new ;
Set free from present sorrow,

We che(3rf ully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it wliat it may.

It can brino* with it nothino-.

But he will bear us through :
Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe his people too ;
Beneath the sprea<ling heavens

No creature but is fed ;
And he who feeds the ravens

Will give his children bread,

Willium C'owpor,

205

206

C. M.

On the deep.

Thy way is on the deep, O Lord !

E'en there we'll go with thee :
We'll meet the tempest at thy woid.

And walk upon the sea.

Poor trendilers at his rougher wind.

Why do we doubt him so .''
Who gives the storm a path will liiid

The way our feet shall go.

A moment may his hand seem lost, —

Drear moment of delay ;
We cry, " Lord, help the tempest-tost ! "

And safe we're V)orne away.

() happy soul, of faith divine,

I'hy victory how sure !
Tlie love that kindles joy is thine,

The patience to endure.

Anonymous.

206

207

C. M.

Thr peace of (Hod.

We ask not, Father, the repose

Which comes from outward rest,
It' we may have through all life's woes

Thy peace within our breast ; —

That peace which suffers and is str(jng,

Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,

But leaves the end with thee ; —

That peace which through the billows' moan

And angry tempests' roar
Sends forth its calm, unfalterini>' tone

Of joy forevermore ;

That peace which Hows serene and deep,

A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep ;

God's sunshine o'er the whole.

A noil villous.

207

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208

L. M.

The haj^piriesa of the aged Chrhtian.

How blest is he whose tranquil mind,
When life declines, recalls again

The years that time has cast behind,
And reaps delight from toil and pain I

>So when the transient storm is past,
The sudden gloom, and driving shower,

The sweetest sunshine is the last ;
Tlic loveliest is the evening hour.

Old Bristol Coll.

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7s M.

The harmony of love.

Lord ! subdue our selfish will ;

Each to each our tempers suit,
By thy modulating skill,

Heart to heart, as lute to lute.

Sweetly on our spirits move ;

Gently touch the tremliling strings :
Make the harmony of love,

^lusic for the Kincf of Kincrs !

Charles Wesley,

209

210

L. M,

Made perfect through suffering.

I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent
To break my dream of human power ;

For now my shallow cistern's spent,
I find thy founts, and thirst no more.

I take thy hand, and fears grow still ;

Behold thy face, and doubts remove;
Wlio would not yield his wavering will

To perfect Truth, and boundless Love ?

That Love this restless soul doth teach
The strength of thine eternal calm ;

And tune its sad and broken speech,
To join, on earth, the angels' psalm.

O be it patient in thy hands,

And drawn, through each mysterious liour,
To service of thy pure commands,

The narrow way to Love and Power.

•Samuel Johnson.

210

211

L. M.

fi'dirn jutfi rital care.

There's not a bird, with lonely nest
In pathless wood or mountain crest,
Nor meaner thing-, which does not share
O God, in thy paternal care.

Each barren cra(,^ each desert rude,
Holds thee within its solitude ;
And thou dost bless the wanderer there,
Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart and crowded street,
No less than in the still retreat.
Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless
With all a parent's tenderness.

And every moment still doth bring
Thy blessings on its laden wing ;
Widely they spread through earth and sky,
And last to all eternity.

Baptist W. Noel.

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C. M.

Ml/yterk'n and mercien of Provvlotce.

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfatliomal)le mines

Of never-faiHng skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust hiin for his grace :

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour ;
The bud may have a bitter taste.

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err.
And scan his work in vain ;

God is his own interpreter.
And he wall make it plain.

William Cowper.

212

213

S S: 4s M.

" Till' irill hi' (h)nc"

My God, my Father, wliile I stray,
Far from my home, on life's rou<^h way,

teach me from my heart to say,

" Thy will be done."

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely tauglit,
" Thy will be done."

What thoufjh in lonely jjrief I sifjh
For friends beloved no longer nigh.
Submissive would I still reply,
" Thy will be done."

If thou shouldst call me to resign,
Wiiat most I prize, it ne'er was mine :

1 only yield thee what was thine ;

" Thy will be done."

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to thee I leave the rest ;
" Thy will be done."

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
" Thy will be done."

Charlotte Elliott.

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Filth r, to tht'c }i-i: look.

Fatlior, to thee we look in all our sorrow :

Tiiou art the t'oiintain whence our healing' Hows.

Dai-k is the night, joy couieth with the niunow ;
Safely they rest wIkj on thy love repose.

When fond hopes fail and skies are dark bef(jre us,
When the vain cares that vex our life increase :

Conies with its calm the thought that thou art o'er us,
And we grow quiet, folded in thy ])eace.

Naui^ht shall affri<»;ht us, on thv "\xjdness leaninfj:
Low in the heart, faith sinyeth still her soirn- :

Chastened by pain, we learn life's deeper meaning ;
And, in our weakness, thou dost make us strong.

Patient, heart, though heavy be thy sorrows ;

Be not cast down, disquieted in vain ;
Yet shalt thou praise him, when these darkened
furrows.

Where now he ploweth, wave with golden grain.

Frederick I.. lIo.smer.

214

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11 k lOs M.

Co)n(\ ye dhcnnmlnte.

Come, ya disconsolate, where'er ye languish ;

Come, at the mercy-seat t'(!rvently kneel • '
Here brin-r your wounded liearts, here tell your
anguish :

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cainiot heal.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the strayin<^
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and 'pure

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

" Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure."

Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowino-
h orth from the throne of God, living and pure •

Come to the feast of love ; come, ever knowino- '
i.arth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cm'e.

Thomas Moore.

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CM.

*^ Blessed are they that mourn.''

deem not that earth's crowning bliss

Is found in joy alone,
For sorrow, bitter though it be,

Hath blessings all its own :
From lips divine, like healing balm.

To hearts oppressed and torn,
This heavenly consolation fell, —

" Blessed are they that mourn !"

Who never mourned, hath never known

What treasures grief reveals :
The sympathies that humanize.

The tenderness that lieals,
The power to look within the veil

And learn the heavenly lore,
The keyword to life's mysteries.

So dark to us before.

How rich and sweet and full of strength

Our human spirits are.
Baptized into the sanctities

Of suffering and of prayer !
Supernal wisdom, love divine,

Breathe through the lips which said,
" blessed are the souls that mourn,

They shall be comforted."

William H. Burleigh.

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Memories.

It singeth low in every heart,

We hear it each and all,—
A song of those who answer not,

However we may call.
They throng the silence of the breast ;

We see them as of yore, —
'he kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,

Who walk with us no more.

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'Tis hard to take the burden up,

When these have laid it down :
They brightened all the joy of life.

They softened every frown.
But, oh ! 'tis good to think of them

When we are troubled sore ;
Thanks be to God that such have been,

Although they are no more !

More homelike seems the vast unknown.

Since they have entered there ;
To follow them were not so hard.

Wherever they may fare.
They cannot be where God is not,

On any sea or sliore ;
Whate'er betides, thy love abides,

Our God, for evermore.

Joh'^ W. Clialwick.

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218

CM.

The Dead.

The dead are like the stars b\' day,
Withdrawn from mortal eye,

Yet holding unperceived their way
Through tlie unclouded sk3\

By them, through holy hope and love,

We feel, in hours serene,
Connected with a world above,

Immortal and unseen.

For death liis sacred seal hath set
On bright and bygone hours ;

And they we mourn are with us yet.
Are more than ever ours ; —

Ours, by the pledge of love and faith.
By hopes of heaven on high ;

By trust, triumphant over death,
In immortality.

Bernard Barton.

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21i)

C. M.

The (tiriHil norld.

There is a state unknown, unseen,
Where parted souls must be ;

And but a step doth lie between
That world of souls and nie.

I see no light, 1 hear no sound.

When midnigjit shades are spread ;

Yet angels pitch their tents around
And guard my quiet bed.

The things unseen, God, reveal ;

My spirit's vision clear,
Till I shall feel, and see, and know,

That those I love are near.

Impart the faith that soars on high,

Beyond this eartlily strife :
That holds sweet converse with the sky

And Uves eternal life.

John Tavlor.

219

220

CM.

The Autiuan evening.

Behold the western evening light !

It melts in deepening gloom ;
So calmly Christians sink away,

Descending to the tomb.

The winds breathe low ; the withering leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree :

So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.

How beautiful on all the hills

The crimson light is shed !
'Tis like the peace the Christian gives

To mourners round his bed.

How mildly on the wandering cloud

The sunset beam is cast !
'Tis like the memory left behind,

When loved ones breathe their last.

And now above the dews of night

The yellow star appears !
So faith springs in the hearts of those

Whose eyes are bathed in tears.

But soon the morning's happier light

Its glories shall restore ;
And eyelids that are sealed in death

Shall wake to close no more.

William B. O. Peabody.

220

221

S M.

Vieiv of the home in haiven.

My Father's house on liigh !
Home of my soul ! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear !

Ah ! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect flies :
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds dispart,
The winds and waters cease :
While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace.

I hear at morn and even.
At noon and midnight hour.
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.

Then, tlien I feel that he,—
Remembered or forgot, —
The Lord, is never far from me.
Though I perceive him not.

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James Mont>;oniery.

222

C. M.

Tht' yjnrituul uorld.

There is a world eye hath not seen,
That time can ne'er destroy,

^'*" *i're mortal footstep hath not been,
jiiox ear hath heard its joy.

TLi ■ e is V world, — and O how blest !

Fairer than prophets told ;
And never did an angel-guest

One half its peace unfold.

And this pure world is ever bright
With radiance all its own ;

The streams of uncreated light
Flow round it from the throne.

Look not abroad with roving minds

To seek that fair abode ;
Within, within, the spirit finds

Its heaven and its God.

Anonymous,

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223

C. M.

The Light within.

I saw on earth another light

Than that which lit mine eye
Come forth, as from the soul within

And from a higher sky.

Its beams still shone unclouded on

When m the distant west,
The sun I once had known had sunk

h orever to his rest.

And on I walked, though dark the night,

IN or rose his orb by day ;
As one to whom a surer cruide

Was pointing out the way.

'Twas brighter far than noonday's beam,

It shone from God within,
And lit, as by a lamp from heaven,

I he world's dark track of sin.

Jones Ver^■.

223

224

C. M.

For the Lord's mppcr,

O here, if ever, God of love,
Let strife and hatred cease !

And every heart harmonious move,
And every thought be peace.

Not here, where met to think on him,
Whose latest thoughts were ours.

Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.

No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been ;

The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Thouffh thou no more art seen.

" Thy Kingdom come :" we watch, we wait,

To hear thy cheering call ;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate.

And God be all in all.

Emilv Taylor.

224

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225

C. M.

Communion hymn.

" Remember me," the Saviour said,

On that forsaken night,
When from his side the nearest fled.

And death was close in sight.

Through all the following ages' track,

The world remembers yet ;
With love and worship gazes back,

And never can forget.

Oh, blest are they who have not seen.

And yet believe him still !
They know him, when his praise the}^ mean,

And when they do his will.

We hear his word along our way ;

We see his light above ;
Remember when we strive and pray.

Remember when we love.

Natlianael L. Frothinajham.

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8 & 7s M.
God is Love.

God is love ! his mercy brightens
All the path^in which we rove ;

Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens :
God is wisdom ! God is love !

Chance and change are busy ever ;

Man decays, and ages move ;
But his mercy waneth never :

God is wisdom ! God is love !

E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove ;

From the mist his brightness streameth :
God is wisdom ! God is love !

He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above ;

Evervwhere his g-lorv shineth :
God is wisdom ! God is love I

Sir John Bowring.

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227

S. M.

Th (o mm union of Saints.

For all thy saints, O Lord,
Who strove in thoe to live,
Who followed thee, obeyed, adort d,.
Our grateful liynui receive.

For all thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry.
Who counted thee their great reward,,
And strove in thee to die.

They all in life and death,
With thee, their Lord, in view,
Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breatli
To suffer and to do.

For this thy name we bless,
And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness.
And live and die in thee.

Rioluird Mant.

227

228

C. M.

( 'loi^e of Commwdon.

O God ! accept the sacred hour

Wliich we to thee have given ;
And let this hallowed scene have power

To raise our souls to heaven.

Still let us hold, till life departs,

The precepts of tliy Son,
Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts

Forget what he has done.

His true disciples may we live,

From all corruption free.
And humltly learn like him to give

Our powers, our wills, to thee.

Samuel Gilman.

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lOs M. lines.

('iilt!/.

Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round
Of circling planets ringing on their way,
Guide of the nations from the night profound
Into the glory of the perfect day !
Rule in our hearts, that we may ever he
(iiiided and strengthened and upheld by the(>.

We would be one in hatred of all wrong.
One in our love of all tilings sweet ind fair,
(Jne with the joy that breaketh into song,
One with the grief that trembles into prayer ;
One in the power that makes thy children free
To follow Truth, and so be one with thee !

John W. Chadwick.

229

230

8 & 7s M.
Universal praise to God.

Praise to thee, thou great Creator !

Praise be thine from every tongue !
Join, my soul, with every creature,

Join the universal song.
Father, Source of all compassion !

Free unbounded grace is thine :
Hail the God of our salvation !

Praise him for his love divine.

For ten thousand blessings given.

For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise through earth and heaven,

Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our song we raise ;
Tliere enraptured fall before him,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

John Fawcett.

220

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231

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Praise fo O'ofI from A/s vorl-a.

Praise the Lord ! ye heavens adore liim

Praise him, angels in tlie height ;
Sun and moon, rejoice before hnii, '

Praise him, al] ye stars of liglit'.'
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; '
Laws which never can l)e broken.

For their guidance he hath made.

Praise the Lonl ! for he is glorious,

Never shall his promise fail :
God hath made his saints victorious.

Sin and death shall not prevail
Praise the God of our salvation : '

Hosts on high : his power proclaim ;
-fcleaven and earth, and all creation ! '

Praise and magnify hLs name.

.3olin KemiDtlionie.

231

232

L. M.

The merdis of God.

O God ! thy tender love and care
In countless ways I daily share ;
Yet, of thy gifts, so full and free,
The rich profusion hideth thee.

Give me the quickened eye that sees
Thy hand in daily ministries ;
Through clouds of doubt, thy cheering ray ;
In sorrow's night, thy dawning day.

Give me to hear thee gently plead
In every suffering brother's need ;
Give me a heart that throbs with love
To man below, to Gof^ above.

In all my trials may I lean
Upon thine arm, in laith serene ;
Live but for thee, thy truth, thy right,
And die into thy nearer light.

Walter X. Evans.

232

233

L.M

God, I thank thee.

O God ! I thank thee for each sight
Of beauty that thy hand doth give,

For sunny skies and air and Hght ;
O God ! I thank thee that I live.

That Hfe I consecrate to thee ;
And ever as the day is born,
On wings of joy my soul would flee,
To thank thee for another morn ;

Another day in which to cast
Some silent deed of love abroad,

That, greatening as it journeys past,
May do some earnest work for God ;

Another day to do, to dare,

lo tax anew my growing strength,

To arm my soul with faith and prayer,
And so reach heaven and thee at len(4h

Caroline A. Mason.

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234

C. M.

Grateful rcriev^ oflifr.

When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys.
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face ;

And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life.

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

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Joseph Addison.

284

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235

C. M.

The Lord of All.

Sing forth his high, eternal name
Who holds all powers in thrall,

Through endless ages still the same, —
The misrhtv Lord of all !

His goodness, strong and measureless,

Upholds us lest we fall ;
His hand is still outstretched to bless,—

The loving Lord of all !

His perfect law sets metes and bounds,
Our strong defense and wall ;

His providence our lives surrounds, —
The saving Lord of all !

He every thought and every deed

Doth to his judgment call.
Oh, may our hearts obedient heed

The riLditeous Lord of all !

When, turning from forbidden ways,

Low at his feet we fall.
His strong and tender arms upraise, —

The pardoning Lord of all !

Unwx^aried, he is w^orking still ;

Unspent, his blessings fall ;
Almighty, Loving, Righteous One, —

I'he only Lord of all I

Samuel Longfellow.

285

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236

CM.

Te Deuni.

God ! we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,

By all the earth adored.

To thee all angels cry aloud ;

To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,

Continually do cry ;

O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory tilled

Of thy majestic sway.

The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,

With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

The holy church throughout the world,

O Lord, confesses thee.
That thou the eternal Father art

Of boundless majesty.

St. Ambrose: Tate and Brady.

236

237

L. M.

Thaukufjirlhfj.

O Thou whose perfect goodness crowns
With peace and joy this sacred day,

Our hearts are glad for all the years
Thy love has kept us in thy way.

Thy glorious truth has made us free

From bounds of sect and bonds of creed ;

Thy light has shone that we might see
Our own in every brother's need.

For common tasks of help and cheer,
For quiet hours of thought and prayer,

For moments when we seemed to feel
The breath of a diviner air ;

For mutual love and trust that keep

Unchanged through all the changing time ;

For friends within the veil who thrill
Our spirits with a hope sublime : —

For this and more than words can say,
We praise and bless thy holy name,

Come life or death : enough to know
That thou art evermore the same !

John. W. Chadwiok.

237

238

L. M.

" iSiny unto the Lord u new somj."

Sing to the Lord a new, glad song !
He comes to overthrow all wrong ;
Ye weary, lift your heads, and sing !
Justice on earth he conies to brina".

Deep are his counsels and unknown,
But Love and Truth support his throne ;
Though darkest clouds his ways surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.

In awful beauty he appears ;

The evil-doer shrinks and fears ;

The righteous lifts his joyful song, —

" He comes, he comes, to right all wrong."

Anonymous*

238

239

C. M.

ffe h not fur from anti one of w.w.

The heaven of heavens cannot contain

Ine universal Lord ;
Yet he in humble hearts will dei^rn

lo dwell and be adored.

Where'er ascends the sacrifice

Ut fervent praise and prayer,
Or on the earth, or in the skies,

Ihe heaven of God is there.

His presence there is spread abroad

Wh. ''''f/;'''^"''' ^^''^"^^^ ^^^rlds unknown •
VV ho seeks the mercies of his God

Is ever near his throne.

"William Drennan.

239

240

7s M.

Lowly 2iruis(.

Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
Hear the praises of our race,
And, while hearing-, let thy grace

Dews of sweet forgiveness pour ;
While we know, benignant King,
That the praises which we bring
Are a worthless ottering.

Till thy blessing makes it more.

More of truth and more of might,
More of love and more of light,
More of reason and of right.

From thy pardoning grace be given ;
It can make the humblest sono;
Sweet, acceptable, and strong
As the strains the anoels' throng

Pour around the throne of heaven.

Sir John Bowx'ing.

240

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P. M.

" Tlwu vilt ordain peace for us."

God, the omnipotent ! mi^i^lity avenger !

Watching invisible, judging unheard !
Save thou our land in the hour of her danger,

Give to us peace in thy time, O Lord !

Thunders and lightnings thy judgment have sounded ;

Letters of flame have recorded thy word,
" Only in Righteousness true peace is founded :"

Give us that peace in thy time, O Loi'd !

So shall the people, with thankful devotion,

Praise him who saved them from peril and sword :

Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, —
" Peace to the nation, and praise to the Lord ! "

Anonymous.

\n\ii.

241

242

8 & 7s M.
" 'llir word of the Lord abidilh forever/'

()o(^ ot* ages and of nations !

Every race and every time,
Hatli received thine inspirations,

Glimpses ot* thy truth sublime.
Ever spirits in rapt visions

Passed the heavenly veil within,
Ever hearts bowed in contrition

Found salvation from their sin.

Reason's noblest aspiration

Truth in growing clearness saw ;
Conscience spoke its condemnation,

Or prochvimed the eternal law.
While thine inward revelations

Told thy saints their prayers were heard,
Prophets to the guilty nations

Spoke thine everlasting word.

Lord, that word abideth ever ;

Revelation is not sealed ;
Answering mito man's endeavor,

Truth and Right are still revealed.
That which came to ancient sages.

Greek, Barbarian, Roman, Je '
Written in the heart's deep pag

Shines to-day, forever new !

Samuel Loiigif'iow,

242

243

& 4s M.
(Jur Counti'tf,

(iod bless our native land I
Finn may she ever stand

Through storm and night •
When the wild tempests rave,.
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do thou oui" country save,

By thy great might !

For her our prayers shall be,,
Our fathers' God, to thee,

On thee we wait !
He her walls Holiness ;
Her rulers, Righteousness ;
Her officers be Peace ;

God save the State.

Lord of all truth and right.
In whom alone is might,

On thee we call !
Give us prosperity ;
(five us true liberty ;
May all the oppressed go free ;

God save us all !

J. S. Dwight.

243

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244

L. M.

For the bread and water of Life.

Thy name he hallowed evermore ;
O God ! thy kingdom come with power !
Thy will be done, and day by day
Give us our daily b.ead, we pray.

Lord ! evermore to us be given

The living bread that came from heaven ;

Water oHife on us bestow ;

Thou art the Source,— the Fountain thou !

Louis R. West.

244

24:5

L. M.

(rod's peace.

Lord of eternal truth and might !

Ruler of Nature's changing scheme !
Who dost bring forth the morning light.

And temper noon's effulgent beam :

Quench thou the tires of hate and strife,
The wasting fever of the heart,

From perils guard our feeble life,
And to our souls thy peace impart

Broviury.

245

246

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8 & 7s M.

The benediction of pence.

Father, give thy benediction ;

Give thy peace, before we part :
^till our minds with truth's conviction.

Calm with trust each anxious heai-t. '

Let thy voice, with sweet commanding,
Bid our griefs and struggles end ;

Peace which passeth understanding
On our waiting spirits send.

Anonymous.

240

247

■

S. M.

Praise from all mankind.

Thy name, almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands •
Crreat is thy grace, and sure thy word •
Ihy truth forever stands.

Far be thy honor spread,
And long thy praise endure,
lill morning light and evening shade
bhall be exchanged no more.

Isaac Watts.

247

248

8 & 7s M.
The Sulration of pence.

Peace be to this congregation !

Peace to every lieart therein !
Peace, the earnest of salvation ;

Peace, the fruit of conquered sin ;
Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver ;

Peace, to worldly minds unknown ;
Peace, that floweth, as a river.

From the eternal Source alone.

() thou God of peace, be near us,

Fix within our hearts thy home ;
With thy bright appearing cheer us,

In thy blessed freedom come ;
Come, with all thy revelations,

Truth which we so long have sought !
Come witrh thy deep consolations,

Peace of God which passeth thought !

( Iharles Weslev

248

249

8 & 7s M.
Fart in peace.

Part in peace ! is day before us ?

Praise his name for life and light ;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us ?

Bless his care who guards the night.

Part in peace ! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,

Gracious service to the livino-,
Tranquil memory to the dead.

Pajt in peace ! such are the praises

ik)d our maker loveth best ;
Such the worship that upraises

Human hearts to heavenly rest.

Samh Flower Adams.

249

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250

L. M.

Praise from all mankind.

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord !

Eternal truth attends thy word ;

Tliy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Isaac Watts.

250

O Lord, open thou our lips.
And our mouth shall show forth
thy praise.

251

INDEX OF AUTHORS.

:o:-

Adams, Sarah Flower, 44, 113, 199, 249.

Addison, Joseph, 234.

Allingham, WiUiam, 125.

Anonymous. S, N, l'2, 24, 37, GO, 62, 69, 72, 83, 106, 117, 119, 139,

143, 154,' 151), 158, 174, 192, 194, 206, 207,222, 238,241, 246.
Appleton, Frank 1'., 75.
Austin, Jolin, 183.

Barbauld, Anna L., 149, 180.

Barton, Bernard, 157, 218.

Bonar, Horatius, 85, 197, 198.

Bo wring. Sir John, 102, 109, 181, 226, 240.

Breviary, 32,111, 167, 245.

Browne, Simon, 79.

Bulfinch, Stephen G., 108.

Burleigh, William H.,42, 185, 216.

Burns, James D., 196.

Chadwick, John W., 21, 25, 29, 128, 217, 229, 237.

Clarke, James Freeman, 131, 137.

CoUett, Samuel, 186.

Collyer, William B., 112.

Conder, Josiah, 50, 178.

Cowper, William, 10, 205, 212.

Doddridge, Philip, 15, 27, 52, 94, 121, 124, 130, 182.
Drennan, William, 239.
Drvden, John, 90.
Dwight, J. S., 243.

Elliott, Charlotte, 213.
Evans, Walter N., 28, 232.

Fawoett, John, 230.

Frothingham, Nathanael L., 13, 135 (?), 225

Furness, William H., 40, 63.

Gannett, William C, 116, 123, 173.
Gaskell, William, 129, 141.
(rerhardt, Paul, 55.

Gill, Thomas H., 64, 67, 87, 122. 155, 160.
Grilman, Caroline, 30.
Gilman, Samuel, 228.
Gray, Thomas, Jr., 132.
Gnion, Madame, 10.

Hale, N., 66.

Hatch, Edwin, 82.

Heber, Reginald, 134, 201.

Hemans, Felicia, 93.

Herbert, George, 153.

Higginson, Thomas W., 140.159

Hill, Thomas, 144.

Hogg, James, 45.

Holden, Oliver, 12.

Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 1, 203.

Hosmer Frederick L., 19.49, 65, 151, 179, 204 214

Hymns for Public Worship (1845), 56.

Jervis, Thomas, 9.

Johns, John, 170.

Jolinson, Samuel, 147, 161, 166, 169, 210.

Keble, John, 46, 115, 200.
Kempthorne, John, 231.

Larned, Augusta, 184.

Leeds Collection (Independent), 145

190^^^^^^ LT"'^' ^' ^^' ^^' ^^' ^-' ^^' ^^^' ^-'- '^^^ '^>«' 1'^
Lunt, William P., 110.
Lyte, Henry F., 48.

Mant, Richard, 227.

Marriott, John, 2.

Martin, Martha, 187.

Martineau, Harriett, 164.

Mason, Caroline A., 233.

Merrick, James, 150.

Montgomery, James, 58, 59, 171, 177, 221.

Moore, Thomas, 7, 215.

Morgan, James, 136.

Newman, John Henrv 51
Noel, Baptist W., 211. ' '
Norton, Andrews, 126, 202.

Old Bristol Collection, 208.

Packard, ( iiroline M., 47.
Parker, Theodore, U9.
Peabody, William B. O., 220.
Piorpont, John, 5.
Putnam, Alfred P., 170.

Keed, Andrew, 81.
Richardson, James, Jr., 118.
Kicliter, tr. by John Wesley, 77.
Hobbins, Samuel D., 33.
Russell, William, 107.

Savage, Minot, J., 74, 86, 88, 142, 165, 1*2.

Scott, Sir Walter, 61.

Scudder, Eliza, .S4, 70, 80, 138, 152, 193.

Sears, Edmund 11., 95.

Sill, P:dward R., 162.

St. Ambrose; Tate and Brady, 236.

Steele, Anne, 188, ISO.

Stennett, Samuel, 18.

Sterling, John, 16.

Tate and Bradv, 41, 236.

Taylor, Emily,' 73, 224.

Taylor, John, 23. 148,219.

Tersteegen, tr. by .John Wesley, 54, 78.

Thompson, John, 17.

Tuttiett, Lawrence, 71.

Very, Jones, 76, 223.

Waring, Anna L., 191.

AV'aterston, Robert C, 114.

Watts, Isaac, 35, 103, 127, 247, 250.

Weiss, John, 100.

Weslev, Charles, 3, 57, 68, 89, 91, 96, 209, 248.

AVesley, John, 54, 78, 84.

West, Louis R., 244.

Whittier, John G., 11, 20, 26, 31, 36, 98, 104, 105, 146, 163, 195.

Williams, Benjamin, 4.

Williams, Helen M., 53.