THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
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 HYMNS AND 
 SACRED LYRICS 
 
 GODFREY THRING, B.A. 
 
 RECTOR OF ALFORD WITH HORNBLOTTON, SOMERSET, AND RURAL DEAN 
 
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 65 CORNHILL AND 12 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON, E.G. 
 
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 As many of the hymns in the following pages have 
 been already published in the principal Hymnals 
 of the day, the Author takes this opportunity of 
 saying that any one, who desires to take them for 
 Public Worship, is quite welcome to do so without 
 applying to him, on the one condition that no 
 alteration be made in the original text.
 
 ERRATA AND CORRIGENDA. 
 
 Page viii., line 10, dele " S. P. C. K. Hymnal." 
 Page 102, line 16, for "suu " read "sun." 
 Page 149, line 6, for " Drops " read " Droops. 
 Page 152, line i, for "are" read " were" 
 Page 160, line 10, for "her" read "his."
 
 The following Hymns have had Special Tunes 
 composed for them, which are published as 
 under : 
 
 Again the Church's year hath run its round. HENRY HUGO 
 
 PIERSON. Hymn Tunes, 2nd series. Simpkin & 
 Marshall. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! wondrous sleep. Ditto, as above. 
 Beneath the Church's hallowed shade. Rev. J. B. DYKES, 
 
 Mus. Doc. Four Hymns. Novello, Ewer, & Co. 
 Blot out our sins of old. H. H. PIERSON. As above. 
 Cast away the works of darkness. Ditto, as above. 
 Crown Him with many crowns. Ditto, as above. 
 Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep. Ditto, as above ; also 
 
 Rev. Dr. DYKES, in Chope 's Congregational Hymn and 
 
 Tune Book, and in H. A. & M. 
 God the Father, God the Son. Rev. Dr. DYKES. Four Hymns, 
 
 as above; also H. H. PIERSON, as above. 
 Hark ! hark ! the organ loudly peals. HERBERT S. IRONS. 
 
 (Separately.) Novello, Ewer, & Co. 
 Heal me, O my Saviour, heal. H. H. PIERSON, as above ; 
 
 A. S. SULLIVAN, in The Hymnary; G. F. REYNOLDS, 
 
 in Anglican Hymn Book. 
 Jesus came, the Heavens adoring. E. J. HOPKINS, in Chope s 
 
 Congregational Hymn and Tune Book. 
 Lord of power, Lord of might. Dr. MONK, in Chope' s Hymnal, 
 
 as above; H. H. PIERSON, as above.
 
 O Death, thou art no more. H. H. PiERSON, as above. 
 
 O God, the King of Glory, Who. H. H. PIERSON, as above. 
 
 O sing to the Lord with a psalm of thanksgiving. Rev. Dr. 
 
 DYKES, Four Hymns, as above. Novello, Ewer, & Co. 
 O Thou Who dwell'st in realms of light. H. H. PIERSON, as 
 
 above. 
 O Thou Who sitt'st enthroned above all worlds both great and 
 
 small. Rev. Dr. DYKES, Four Hymns, as above. 
 Saviour, Blessed Saviour. H. S. OAKELEY, H. A. & M.; 
 
 Rev. J. FRANCIS, 5. P. C. K. Hymnal;}. D. FARRER. 
 
 Howlett & Sons, Norwich. 
 
 The ocean hath no danger. Rev. Dr. DYKES, in the Hymnary. 
 The radiant morn hath passed away. Sir F. A. G. OUSELEY, 
 
 H. A. & M.; H. S. IRONS; GOUNOD, in the Hymnary.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 THE CHURCH i 
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION : 
 
 I. SUNDAY 6 
 
 II. MONDAY 8 
 
 III. TUESDAY 10 
 
 IV. WEDNESDAY 12 
 
 V. THURSDAY 14 
 
 VI. FRIDAY , 16 
 
 VII. SATURDAY 19 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY 21 
 
 COLLECT, FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT .... 24 
 
 ADVENT HYMN . . 26 
 
 ADVENT 28 
 
 ADVENT 30 
 
 CHRISTMAS DAY, I 31 
 
 CHRISTMAS DAY, II 33 
 
 CHRISTMAS DAY, III 35 
 
 EPIPHANY 37 
 
 QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY 40 
 
 LENT 42-62 
 
 YEARNING 48 
 
 OUR HOME 49 
 
 TEARS 5t 
 
 JUDGE NOT 58 
 
 LONELY THOUGHTS 59
 
 x CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 GOOD FRIDAY, 1 63 
 
 GOOD FRIDAY, II 66 
 
 EASTER 69 
 
 COLLECT, ASCENSION DAY 71 
 
 ASCENSION DAY 72 
 
 COLLECT, SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY ... 74 
 
 CHRIST ASCENDED 75 
 
 WHIT-SUNDAY 78 
 
 THE HOLY TRINITY 8r 
 
 COLLECT, SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . . 84 
 
 THE LOVE OF CHRIST 86 
 
 CHRIST OUR SHEPHERD 88 
 
 WORK 92 
 
 THE GREAT CALM 94 
 
 THE INVITATION 95 
 
 PRAYER, I. 97 
 
 PRAYER, II 99 
 
 CONTENTMENT 102 
 
 THE GOLDEN STAIRS 104 
 
 OUR FATHER'S CARE 106 
 
 HARMONY I0 8 
 
 THE GOAL IIO 
 
 GENERAL THANKSGIVING 114 
 
 LIFE .......... 116-120 
 
 QUESTIONING I2I 
 
 HOPE ON I2 6 
 
 ANGEL-VOICES I27 
 
 THE HAVEN I30 
 
 MID-DAY HYMN, I I33 
 
 MID-DAY HYMN, II I3 5 
 
 AFTERNOON HYMN I37 
 
 A FOURTH STANZA FOR THE HYMN OF S ANATOLIUS 138 
 
 HOLY BAPTISM I39 
 
 HOLY COMMUNION I4r 
 
 BURIAL OF THE DEAD I43 
 
 THE VICTORY .
 
 CONTENTS. xi 
 
 PAGE 
 
 THOUGHTS IN A CHURCHYARD 147 
 
 ON SEEING A WILD ROSE GROWING AMONGST THE 
 
 BRANCHES OF A YEW IN LOUGHTON CHURCHYARD 149 
 
 GOD'S BARN 151 
 
 I SAW A VISION 153 
 
 SAINTS' DAYS 156 
 
 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE 158 
 
 CHORISTERS' HYMN 164 
 
 CHURCH CONSECRATION HYMN 166 
 
 CHURCHYARD CONSECRATION HYMN .... 170 
 
 AN ORGAN HYMN 172 
 
 MISSIONS 174 
 
 HOME MISSIONS 176 
 
 A HOSPITAL HYMN 179 
 
 SYNODS, CONFERENCES, CHORAL FESTIVALS, &c. . . 181 
 
 DISMISSAL HYMN, FRIENDLY SOCIETIES, GUILDS, &c. . 184 
 
 PEACE -.186 
 
 TIMES OF SCARCITY 188 
 
 THE SAILOR'S HYMN 190
 
 HYMNS AND SACRED LYRICS. 
 
 And the Lord added to the Church daily such as should be 
 saved. ACTS ii. 47. 
 
 FROM year to year, and age to age, 
 The Church her faithful watch is keeping, 
 
 She ploughs the land and sows the seed, 
 And watches o'er it for the reaping, 
 
 Till every sheaf hath winnowed been, 
 
 And all be safely gathered in. 
 
 From Advent unto Advent still, 
 
 Her warning chimes are ever pealing, 
 
 To all her children far and near, 
 The wondrous mystery revealing 
 
 Of Him Who came on earth to die, 
 
 And give to man the victory. 
 
 V/ B
 
 THE CHURCH. ;. 
 
 From day to day, and week to week, 
 The truths all other truths excelling, 
 
 In wondrous order as they move, 
 Her yet unchanging love is telling, 
 
 And bidding all the weary come, 
 
 And find in Christ their heavenly home. 
 
 She sings on earth the angels' song, 
 To every land the message bearing, 
 
 The message of a Saviour's birth, 
 
 That God hath come our nature wearing, 
 
 With peace on earth, good will to men, 
 
 Till heaven and earth be one again. 
 
 His lowly birth, His childhood's grace, 
 His life all law in love fulfilling, 
 
 His wondrous Words (oh ! may we hear) 
 Proclaimed, alas ! to ears unwilling 
 
 To hear their own salvation sung 
 
 In songs of praise by every tongue. 
 
 How nature mourned, whilst man reviled; 
 
 Well might she mourn ! her Saviour seeing 
 Expiring on th' accursed tree, 
 
 The Fount of life, the Lord of being, 
 Death meeting there, with loving eye, 
 For those who came to see Him die.
 
 THE CHURCH. 3 
 
 But not the death they thought He died, 
 An endless death of sin and sorrow; 
 
 Ah ! well for them ! another day, 
 
 And then the dawning of the morrow 
 
 Shed far and near o'er land and sea 
 
 The daybreak of eternity. 
 
 The stone was rolled from off the grave, 
 That barred the way of life, for ever, 
 
 To form the keystone of the arch 
 
 That ever since hath spanned the river 
 
 Which this and heaven's transcendent scene 
 
 In turbid waters flows between. 
 
 The Easter bells have scarcely ceased 
 
 From every belfry turret ringing 
 Their wondering notes of joy when hark ! 
 
 From heaven the angel-voices singing, 
 " Lo, Christ our King is gone on High, 
 And captive led captivity." 
 
 The love He brought from heaven to earth, 
 From earth to heaven again ascending, 
 
 Hath never died, but liveth yet; 
 And, with His servants' spirits blending, 
 
 The Holy Spirit giveth still 
 
 Faith, grace, and strength to do His will. 
 
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 4 THE CHURCH. 
 
 The birds have long begun their song, 
 
 They know not how, their notes restraining, 
 
 To cease to sing their Maker's praise, 
 Man, fallen man, alone refraining ; 
 
 Come, borrow notes from them, and weave 
 
 A song of joy from morn till eve. 
 
 The faith we have through love in Christ, 
 Which week by week has been unfolded, 
 
 Now bids us wake our joyous song, 
 Till every heart and voice be moulded 
 
 To sing the praise, with saints on High, 
 
 Of the Eternal Trinity. 
 
 Then mirrored on its sacred page 
 
 The lives of saints who've lived before us, 
 
 Reflected from the skies, pour forth 
 Their never-dying radiance o'er us, 
 
 To light the path that they have trod, 
 
 And lead our spirits up to God. 
 
 And as our lonely path we tread, 
 
 Like flowers by the wayside springing, 
 
 They cheer us when afar from home, 
 
 Around our lives their fragrance flinging ; 
 
 And still in memories dear shall shed 
 
 Their sweetness o'er our dying bed.
 
 THE CHURCH. 
 
 So springing from the Fount Divine, 
 As some unfailing crystal river, 
 
 Runs on the mighty tide of faith, 
 To flow for ever and for ever, 
 
 That all may freely drink their fill, 
 
 And gather strength to do His will. 
 
 And ever in the ceaseless round, 
 Each holy day in turn returning, 
 
 Some mighty work, some deed of love, 
 Is taught, that all, their lesson learning, 
 
 May tread in peace the pathway o'er, 
 
 That Christ their Lord hath trod before. 
 
 So glorious grows the Tree of Life, 
 On every side her branches throwing, 
 
 First nurtured by the Church's hand, 
 It grows for ever, and is growing, 
 
 Till in the garden of His love 
 
 It blossoms in the courts Above.
 
 jigmns xrtt % Creation. 
 
 SUNDAY. 
 
 And the earth was without form and void, and darkness was 
 upon the face of the deep. GEN. i. 2. 
 
 WHEN o'er the waters' misty deep 
 
 The Holy Spirit brooding sped, 
 The earth all void and formless lay, 
 No morn awoke the opening day, 
 Or paved with light the darkling way 
 Above its shoreless bed. 
 
 God spake, and swifter than the flash 
 Upon the frowning brow of night, 
 
 From north to south, and east to west, 
 
 In robes of cloudless beauty drest, 
 
 A gift above all blessings blest, 
 There streamed a sea of light.
 
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 So light, life-giving light, was made, 
 
 And earth with joy was mantled o'er, 
 
 The day and night divided were, 
 
 The surging mass now bright and fair, 
 
 A radiancy of glory there, 
 
 Where all was dark before. 
 
 Then sing, fair Earth, thy Maker's praise, 
 Who, when thine orb in darkness lay, 
 
 For thee the mighty wonder wrought, 
 
 The light from out of darkness brought, 
 
 And first thy shapeless ruin taught 
 To feel the joy of day. 
 
 And speak, O God, in mercy speak 
 
 To souls long since defiled by sin, 
 Thy wondrous sevenfold gifts impart, 
 And through each void and darkened heart 
 Thy grace as flashing lightning dart, 
 And lighten all within. 
 
 And Thou Who, on this Day of days, 
 Didst rise victorious in the strife, 
 
 And having died that death might die, 
 
 Didst Life and Immortality 
 
 Then bring to light; hear Thou our cry, 
 And give us Light and Life.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 II. 
 MONDAY. 
 
 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the 
 waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. GEN. i. 6. 
 
 THE earth, in robes of light arrayed, 
 Obedient to its Maker's will, 
 
 His voice had heard, and owned His sway; 
 
 The glories of the opening day 
 
 Had come, and gone, and passed away, 
 And all once more was still. 
 
 God spake again, and o'er the deep 
 His Word in majesty forth went, 
 
 While swifter than the lightning glance 
 
 Upon the wondering waves' advance, 
 
 A curtain o'er the vast expanse 
 He stretched the firmament. 
 
 The heavens were as a scroll unrolled, 
 
 And shrinking at His dread command 
 
 The startled floods were cleft in twain, 
 
 With gathering clouds to fall in rain, 
 
 Or rolled upon the rolling main, 
 By His Almighty Hand.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 Then sing, thou firmament on high, 
 
 Let floods below prolong the strain, 
 Ye waters on the sleepless sea, 
 Ye clouds that ride so gloriously, 
 All join in praise of Him; and ye, 
 Ye glittering drops of rain. 
 
 And Thou, by Whose Creative Power 
 
 The world's new-laid foundations o'er 
 The wandering clouds were made to move, 
 O send us, in Thy wondrous love, 
 As fruitful showers on hill and grove, 
 Thy grace for evermore.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 III. 
 TUESDAY. 
 
 And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered 
 together unto one place, and let the dry land appear : and it was 
 so. GEN. i. 9. 
 
 WITH azure girdle circled round, 
 
 And clouds on streaming pinions borne, 
 
 Through trackless ways of worlds untold 
 
 The earth 'mid burnished waters rolled, 
 
 A fiery ball of liquid gold ; 
 The second day had gone. 
 
 God spake again, His mighty Word 
 O'er all the waters far and near 
 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 
 In glorious majesty went forth 
 
 " Ye floods, be gathered off the earth, 
 And let dry land appear." 
 
 Then sea and land divided were, 
 
 And from the now upheaving shore 
 
 The waves, that had encircled all, 
 
 Swept backward as a living wall, 
 
 In never-ending chimes to fall, 
 Till time shall be no more.
 
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 God spake, and fresh with verdure clad 
 
 The earth arose exceeding fair, 
 A virgin from the seething seas, 
 With grassy banks and whispering trees, 
 Which smiled with every passing breeze, 
 And felt that God was there. 
 
 Then praise Him, O ye land and sea, 
 
 Each boundless plain, and pathless deep, 
 
 Let wave on wave their strain upraise 
 
 In cadence of unwearied praise, 
 
 Whilst trees pour forth their rustling lays, 
 As breezes o'er them sweep. 
 
 And Thou Who mad'st the fruitful land 
 Rise fresh with sea-born beauty rife, 
 Make us, who all baptized have been, 
 Rise cleansed in that pure fount from sin, 
 Bear fruits of righteousness, and win 
 Our rest in endless life.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 IV. 
 WEDNESDAY. 
 
 And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the 
 heaven, to divide the day from the night. GEN. i. 14. 
 
 So grass and herb and fruitful tree, 
 
 Whose seed was in itself alone, 
 Each perfect from the heavenly store, 
 On hill and vale were scattered o'er, 
 Where all was bleak and bare before ; 
 God spake, and it was done. 
 
 Then in the firmament of heaven 
 
 He set, dividing dark from light, 
 Two light-diffusing orbs, the one 
 To rule the day, the glorious sun, 
 The moon her monthly course to run 
 As regent of the night. 
 
 For signs, and seasons, and for years, 
 For interchanging night and day, 
 
 With stars the heavens were studded o'er, 
 
 Their light with sun and moon to pour 
 
 In liquid rays on sea and shore, 
 Till earth shall pass away.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 13 
 
 Then praise Him, O ye sun and moon, 
 And ye, ye answering stars of night, 
 
 Ye seasons that in order move, 
 
 Praise Him, Who in His wondrous love 
 
 On all below and all above 
 
 Hath poured His gift of light. 
 
 And Thou, Great God, Who mad'st the sun 
 
 To shine o'er all created things, 
 Hear now Thy suppliant children's cries, 
 And grant that on their gladdened eyes 
 The Sun of Righteousness may rise, 
 With Healing in His wings.
 
 14 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 V. 
 THURSDAY. 
 
 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the 
 moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the 
 earth in the open firmament of heaven. GEN. i. 20. 
 
 FOUR days had come and gone to rest, 
 The fifth arose with wonder blent, 
 
 For God had said, Let sea and sky 
 
 New life bring forth abundantly, 
 
 Whales, creeping things, and fowls that fly 
 Amid the firmament. 
 
 And from the Great Creator's throne 
 
 A voice is heard, unheard before, 
 " Ye fowls, increase on heath and hill, 
 Ye fish, who know your Maker's will, 
 Go forth with swarming myriads fill 
 The seas from shore to shore." 
 
 Then praise Him, all ye living things, 
 
 Great whales that track the pathless sea, 
 
 And ye, ye swarming myriads, bring 
 
 Your tribute to your Almighty King, 
 
 And every bird upon the wing 
 Unite in harmony.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 15 
 
 And ye, who God's own image bear, 
 
 Raise higher yet your joyous strain, 
 
 To Him Who came on earth to die, 
 
 And now in glory throned on High, 
 
 Has captive led captivity, 
 
 And gifts received for men.
 
 16 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 VI. 
 FRIDAY. 
 
 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our 
 likeness. GEN. i. 26. 
 
 THE last great day of work had come, 
 God spake again, now let the earth 
 
 With joy her teeming brood forth-bring, 
 
 Beast, cattle, every creeping thing, 
 
 Whilst birds their happy welcome sing 
 In carols at their birth. 
 
 So beast and cattle, creeping thing, 
 Each perfect in their order stood, 
 
 And trod the yet untrodden strand, 
 
 Obedient to the High command, 
 
 Fresh from their Great Creator's hand, 
 Who saw that all was good. 
 
 God spake, and through the Heavenly spheres 
 
 A thrill of adoration ran, 
 Now let Us in our image make, 
 And from the sleeping dust awake, 
 Ere yet the Sabbath morn shall break, 
 
 In Our own likeness man.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 17 
 
 Then rose from earth's benignant breast 
 In fearless freedom at his birth, 
 
 Not then as now, worn, weak, and wan, 
 
 But calm, majestic, guiltless, man 
 
 Formed with a wondrous power to span 
 The void 'tween heaven and earth. 
 
 And as in wonder, love, and joy 
 
 They stood on earth's primeval shore, 
 
 The word went forth Increase and fill 
 
 Each fruitful valley, plain, and hill, 
 
 Fulfilling all your Maker's will, 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
 And over all dominion hold, 
 
 And all alike shall own thy sway ; 
 Fish, beast, and cattle be thy care, 
 And every bird that cleaves the air ; 
 So th' evening and the morning were 
 The last great working day. 
 
 Then praise Him, sun, and moon, and stars, 
 Beast, cattle, creeping things, and ye 
 
 Ye heavens above, and earth beneath, 
 
 And everything that draweth breath, 
 
 His praises sing in life and death, 
 In endless harmony. 
 
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 i8 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 But thou in God's own image made, 
 
 In song more glad His Name adore, 
 
 Who hath in mercy given to thee, 
 
 Thou child of immortality, 
 
 A soul to live unfettered, free, 
 With Him for evermore ; 
 
 And Who, when thou wast dead in sin, 
 Hath come in His redeeming love, 
 
 The Second Adam, to restore 
 
 His image, that was thine before ; 
 
 And dying, opened wide the door 
 To deathless Life above.
 
 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 19 
 
 VII. 
 SATURDAY. 
 
 And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had 
 made ; and He rested on the seventh day from all His work 
 which He had made. GEN. ii. 2. 
 
 AND now 'mid myriad worlds enthroned, 
 
 Whilst stars in adoration stood, 
 God saw the earth's foundation laid, 
 The heavens in radiant robes arrayed, 
 The countless hosts His Word had made, 
 And all He saw was good. 
 
 Six days had gone, then calmly woke 
 
 The seventh in new-born beauty drest, 
 
 For all He thought to do, was done, 
 
 Well ended, what was well begun, 
 
 And with the now uprising sun 
 Uprose the Day of Rest ; 
 
 Rest ! hallowed rest ! for God Himself, 
 Though needing not, yet rested now ; 
 
 Rest ! hallowed rest ! (for so He wills) 
 
 Both man and beast with joyaunce fills, 
 
 The cattle on a thousand hills, 
 As all before Him bow. 
 
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 HYMNS ON THE CREATION. 
 
 Then praises to our Heavenly King, 
 
 Who, in His own transcendent love, 
 
 Was laid to rest within the grave 
 
 This day, a fallen race to save ; 
 
 That they, though lost, through Him might have 
 Eternal rest above. 
 
 And myriad tongues henceforth shall tell 
 From sea to sea, and shore to shore, 
 
 The wonders wrought by Father, Son, 
 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
 
 From dawn of day to set of sun, 
 Then now and evermore.
 
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 This is the day which the Lord hath made ; we will rejoice 
 and be glad in it. Ps. cxviii. 24. 
 
 HAIL ! Sacred day of earthly rest, 
 From toil and trouble free ; 
 
 Hail ! quiet spirit, bringing peace * 
 And joy to me. 
 
 A holy stillness, breathing calm 
 
 On all the world around, 
 Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee, 
 
 Where rest is found. 
 
 No sound of jarring strife is heard, 
 
 As weekly labours cease ; 
 No voice, but those that gladly sing 
 
 Glad songs of peace. 
 
 * Should any one desire to make use of portions of this hymn 
 for Public Worship, the following line, suggested by Canon 
 Walsham How, may be adopted instead of the above : 
 " Hail ! day of light, that bringest light."
 
 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 I chance to wander through the wood, 
 Along the prattling stream, 
 
 The happy insects, as they hum, 
 All happier seem. 
 
 The merry throstle, as he sings, 
 
 The merrier sings to-day, 
 The sun shines out from 'mid the clouds 
 
 With brighter ray. 
 
 The trembling breeze that softly blows 
 From many a sunnier shore, 
 
 More softly seems to blow to-day, 
 Than e'er before. 
 
 On all I think, or say, or do, 
 
 A ray of light Divine 
 Is shed, O God, this day by Thee, 
 
 For it is Thine. 
 
 I join the quiet, thoughtful crowd, 
 
 That throngs the house of prayer, 
 
 And, kneeling on my knees, I reap 
 A blessing there. 
 
 I hear the organ loudly peal, 
 
 And soaring voices raise 
 To Thee, their Great Creator, hymns 
 
 Of deathless praise.
 
 THE LORD'S DAY. 23 
 
 From choir to battlement, and tower, 
 
 The solemn anthem rolls, 
 Ascending with the hidden fire 
 
 Of ransomed souls. 
 
 All earthly things appear to fade, 
 
 As rising high and higher, 
 The yearning voices strive to join 
 
 The Heavenly Choir. 
 
 For those who sing with saints below, 
 
 Glad songs of heavenly love, 
 Shall sing (when songs on earth have ceased) 
 
 With saints Above. 
 
 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise, 
 That Thou this day hast given, 
 
 Bright foretaste of that endless day 
 Of Rest in Heaven.
 
 Collect, Jfirsf Sutttmg in Jbixettt 
 
 The night is far spent, the day is at hand, let us therefore cast 
 off the works of darkness and let us put on the armour of 
 light. ROM. xiii. 12. 
 
 CAST away the works of darkness, 
 Haste to put your armour on, 
 
 Ere your noon hath lost its brightness, 
 And the eve of death's begun ; 
 
 Cast away the works of night, 
 
 Walk as children of the light. 
 
 Cast away the works of darkness, 
 Light is dawning from on High, 
 
 Now when Christ, your King, Redeemer, 
 Came in great humility ; 
 
 Cast away the works of night, 
 
 Walk as children of the light. 
 
 Cast away the works of darkness, 
 Ere your fleeting breath hath fled, 
 
 So that when again He cometh, 
 Judge alike of quick and dead, 
 
 Ye may through His wondrous love 
 
 Meet Him in the courts above.
 
 COLLECT, FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 
 
 To Whose glory ever living, 
 
 Reigning o'er the realms on high, 
 
 With the Father and the Spirit, 
 One in Three eternally, 
 
 Ye shall then with angels raise 
 
 Songs and hymns of endless praise.
 
 mmt. 
 
 Knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of 
 sleep. ROM. xiii. n. 
 
 AGAIN the Church's year hath run its round, 
 Again is heard afar her warning cry, 
 
 Again the echo of the trumpet sound, 
 
 To men proclaiming that the Lord is nigh. 
 
 The night of human life is well-nigh spent ; 
 
 The day-star's streaming from the eastern sky, 
 The herald of the coming morning, sent 
 
 To tell to fallen man, the Lord is nigh. 
 
 Awake, awake then ye that slumber now ; 
 
 Rise, greet the Radiance dawning from on High ; 
 Cast off the works of darkness here below, 
 
 For Christ, the Light of Light, the Lord is nigh. 
 
 Awake, awake, and walk as in the day ; 
 
 Awake, and now no longer fear to die, 
 For He who came the sting to take away, 
 
 And conquer death, the Lord of life is nigh.
 
 ADVENT HYMN. 27 
 
 Awake, awake, and with the morning light 
 
 Rise, heavenward looking with unwavering eye ; 
 
 Rise, put your armour on, and fight the fight, 
 As those who know and feel their Lord is nigh. 
 
 Awake, awake, shake off your earth-born sleep ; 
 
 Awake, that when at last ye come to die, 
 Your greatest joy, when friends around you weep, 
 
 May be to find your Lord your Saviour nigh.
 
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 I will come again and receive you unto Myself. JOHN xiv. 3. 
 
 JESUS came, the Heavens adoring, came with peace 
 
 from realms on High ; 
 Jesus came for man's redemption, lowly came on 
 
 earth to die; 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! came in deep humility. 
 
 Jesus comes again in mercy, when our hearts are 
 
 bowed with care ; 
 Jesus comes again in answer to an earnest, heartfelt 
 
 prayer ; 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! comes to save us from 
 
 despair. 
 
 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, bringing news of 
 
 sins forgiven ; 
 Jesus conies in sounds of gladness, leading souls 
 
 redeemed to Heaven ; 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! now the gate of death is 
 
 riven.
 
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 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, shares alike our 
 
 hopes and fears ; 
 Jesus comes, whate'er befals us, glads our hearts, 
 
 and dries our tears ; 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! cheering e'en our failing 
 
 years. 
 
 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, when the 
 
 Heavens shall pass away ; 
 Jesus comes again in glory; let us then our 
 
 homage pay. 
 Hallelujah ! ever singing, till the dawn of endless 
 
 day.
 
 Watch therefore : for ye know not what hour your Lord doth 
 come. MATT. xxiv. 42. 
 
 WATCH now, ye Christians, watch and pray, 
 
 For so your Saviour pleaded ; 
 Be watchful, Christians, while 'tis day, 
 
 For now your watch is needed. 
 
 With truth your loins be girt around, 
 
 Your lamps for ever burning, 
 That watching ye may still be found, 
 
 Your Lord on earth returning. 
 
 For thus on souls that watch shall fall 
 No sound from Heaven more cheering 
 
 Than the Archangel's trumpet-call, 
 At Christ's last great appearing. 
 
 Watch, then, ye Christians, watch and pray, 
 Hear how your Saviour pleaded ; 
 
 Be watchful, Christians, while ye may; 
 In Heaven ! no watch is needed.
 
 Cjnisfmas 
 
 Unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, 
 which is Christ the Lord. LUKE ii. u. 
 
 LET myriad chords this day be strung 
 Within the beating hearts of men, 
 
 Till peal on peal from every tongue, 
 Again re-echoing and again, 
 
 Shall far and near the news proclaim, 
 
 That Christ is born in Bethlehem. 
 
 No pomp of power, no pride of place, 
 No gorgeous banner was unfurled, 
 
 When He, the Lord of life and grace, 
 Descended on a hardened world; 
 
 And Satan stood with folded wings, 
 
 And, cowering, owned him King of kings. 
 
 The heathen gods were silent then, 
 
 No voice was heard from wood or stone, 
 
 Their glory had departed when 
 The Lord of Glory left His throne, 
 
 And in a lowly manger lay, 
 
 The Day-star of Eternal Day.
 
 32 CHRISTMAS DAY. 
 
 Dark Superstition, scowling, fled ; 
 
 A blight upon her parent stem 
 Had fallen, when in wonder led 
 
 The star stood over Bethlehem, 
 And holy angels, hovering there, 
 Sang praises in the midnight air. 
 
 Yes ! angels sang their song of old, 
 
 Yet man, for whom He came, was dumb ; 
 
 They ate, they drank, they bought, they sold, 
 And knew not that their Lord was come, 
 
 For them to live, for them to die, 
 
 A pledge to them of victory. 
 
 Long years have rolled since that bright day, 
 And through the world His love has rung, 
 
 But be not we as blind as they, 
 Or leave His praises all unsung : 
 
 The Heavens proclaim that Christ is come, 
 
 Shall we on earth alone be dumb ? 
 
 No ! let each and every heart 
 
 Awake, and sing this joyous morn, 
 
 And with the angels bearing part, 
 Proclaim their great Redeemer born, 
 
 And strive a guiltless life to bring 
 
 As tribute to their Heavenly King.
 
 33 
 
 Christmas gag. 
 ii. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will 
 toward men. LUKE ii. 14. 
 
 COME, nations, come, and hail from far, 
 Come hail the long-expected Star, 
 For He who sprung from Jesse's stem, 
 This day was born in Bethlehem. 
 
 Come, wandering pilgrims, join the throng, 
 
 And listen to the angel song, 
 
 Hark ! as they chant the sweet refrain, 
 
 Of " Peace on earth, good will toward men." 
 
 No voice more dear, no song more bright, 
 Than that the angels sang the night 
 That ushered in the joyous morn 
 On which the Prince of Peace was born. 
 
 Haste with the shepherds, haste away, 
 Haste see the place where Jesus lay, 
 And with the angels hovering there, 
 Sing praises in the midnight air. 
 
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 34 CHRISTMAS DAY. 
 
 Let heaven and earth in concert sing, 
 
 In carols to the new-born King, 
 
 Re-echoing still the sweet refrain, 
 
 " Peace, peace on earth, good will toward men."
 
 35 
 
 Christmas gag* 
 
 in. 
 
 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the 
 heavenly host, praising God and saying, Glory to God in the 
 Highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. LUKK ii. 
 13. 14- 
 
 HARK ! hear ye not the angel song 
 The hills of Bethlehem among ? 
 To you, this day, th' Incarnate Word, 
 To you, the Everlasting Lord. 
 
 To you, on earth, this happy morn, 
 To you the Prince of Peace is born, 
 Whilst heaven re-echoes yet again 
 Peace, peace on earth, good will to men. 
 
 Thus angels sang, and thus sing we, 
 To God on high all glory be, 
 Let Him on earth His peace bestow, 
 And unto men His favour show. 
 
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 36 CHRISTMAS DAY. 
 
 For dead indeed must be the heart, 
 Thrice dead, which will not bear a part, 
 And with the angel choir proclaim, 
 A Saviour born in Bethlehem. 
 
 Then men and maidens, young and old, 
 Come join the shepherds at the fold, 
 And singing list, and listening sing 
 A carol to our new-born King. 
 
 Written at the request of the Rev. R. R. Chope, to a stanza 
 of George Withers (the 3rd), the only one remaining, set to the 
 original " Angels' Song" of Orlando Gibbons.
 
 37 
 
 We have seen His Star in the East and are come to worship 
 Him. MATT. ii. 2. 
 
 FROM the Eastern mountains 
 
 Pressing on they come, 
 Wise men in their wisdom, 
 
 To His humble home ; 
 Stirred by deep devotion, 
 
 Hasting from afar, 
 Ever journeying onward, 
 
 Guided by a Star. 
 
 There their Lord and Saviour 
 
 Meek and lowly lay, 
 Wondrous Light that led them 
 
 Onward on their way ; 
 Ever now to lighten 
 
 Nations from afar, 
 As they journey Homeward 
 
 By that guiding Star.
 
 38 EPIPHANY. 
 
 Thou Who in a manger 
 
 Once hast lowly lain, 
 Who dost now in glory 
 
 O'er all kingdoms reign, 
 Gather in the heathen 
 
 Who in lands afar 
 Ne'er have seen the brightness 
 
 Of Thy guiding Star. 
 
 Gather in the outcasts, 
 
 All who have gone astray, 
 Throw Thy Radiance o'er them, 
 
 Guide them on their way ; 
 Those who have never known Thee, 
 
 Those who have wandered far, 
 Guide them by the brightness 
 
 Of Thy guiding Star. 
 
 Onward through the darkness 
 
 Of the lonely night, 
 Shining still before them 
 
 With Thy kindly Light ; 
 Guide them, Jew and Gentile, 
 
 Homeward from afar, 
 Young and old together, 
 
 By Thy guiding Star.
 
 EPIPHANY. 39 
 
 Until every nation, 
 
 Whether bond or free, 
 'Neath Thy starlit banner, 
 
 Jesu, follow Thee ; 
 O'er the distant mountains, 
 
 To that Heavenly Home 
 Where nor sin nor sorrow 
 
 Evermore shall come.
 
 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three ; but the 
 greatest of these is charity. i COR. xiii. 13. 
 
 BLESSED Saviour, Thou hast taught us, 
 
 Taught us in Thy Word Divine, 
 That our doings are but nothing 
 If they be not linked with Thine ; 
 If we be not bound to Thee 
 With the bond of Charity. 
 
 Though with tongues of men and angels, 
 
 Soaring may our voices rise ; 
 Though we have the gift of knowledge, 
 Understanding mysteries ; 
 
 All will still as nothing be, 
 If we have not Charity. 
 
 Have we faith that even mountains 
 
 At our word we may remove, 
 Though our bodies to be burned 
 Yield we, and possess not love, 
 We are nothing till we be 
 Bound with bonds of Charity.
 
 QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 41 
 
 Bind us with the bond that bindeth 
 
 Human hearts to God above, 
 Bind us with the bond uniting 
 Rich and poor with Heavenly Love, 
 
 With the bond that binds to Thee, 
 Never-failing Charity.
 
 fmt* 
 
 Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. 
 Ps. 11. 9. 
 
 BLOT out our sins of old, 
 
 When erst we went astray, 
 When, Father, from Thy fold 
 We wandered far away ; 
 O King of Heaven, 
 To Thee we cry, 
 Ere yet we die, 
 To be forgiven. 
 
 In this our hour of need, 
 
 In hope we fly to Thee ; 
 Sow in our hearts the seed 
 Of bright eternity ; 
 O Lord, we pray, 
 As morning dew, 
 Our strength renew 
 From day to day. 
 
 * The following hymns and lyrics were written at various 
 times and under different circumstances, and not especially for 
 the season of Lent, but from their tone and feeling they seem 
 most naturally to fall under this general heading.
 
 LENT. 43 
 
 O God, by day, by night, 
 
 We lowly bend the knee, 
 Again at dawn of light, 
 In deep humility, 
 Our voices raise, 
 For sins forgiven, 
 And hopes of Heaven, 
 In prayer and praise. 
 
 Blot out our sins gone by, 
 Blot out our sins to-day, 
 And others ere we die ; . 
 And give us, while we pray, 
 Undying faith 
 In Christ, to see 
 The victory 
 O'er sin and death.
 
 44 LENT. 
 
 He hath sent Me to heal the broken-hearted. LUKE iv. 18. 
 
 HEAL me, O my Saviour, heal ; 
 Heal me as I suppliant kneel ; 
 Heal me, and my pardon seal. 
 
 Fresh the wounds that sin hath made ; 
 Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, 
 And in mercy send me aid. 
 
 Helpless, none can help me now, 
 Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou, 
 Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. 
 
 Backward o'er the suffering past 
 As my helpless eye I cast, 
 Thee I seem to see at last. 
 
 Thee, to Whom the cry of pain 
 Ne'er was raised, and raised in vain, 
 Healer of the sorrow-slain. 
 
 Thou the true Physician art ; 
 Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, 
 Binding up the bleeding heart.
 
 LENT. 45 
 
 Other comforters are gone ; 
 Thou canst heal, and Thou alone, 
 Thou for all my sin atone. 
 
 Heal me then, my Saviour, heal ; 
 Heal me as I suppliant kneel ; 
 To thy mercy I appeal.
 
 46 LENT. 
 
 Thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my 
 trouble. Ps. lix. 16. 
 
 WHEN the body's racked with pain, 
 When we seek, and seek in vain, 
 When the clouds pour down in rain, 
 Miserere Domine. 
 
 Worn with want, and wan with care, 
 When in hours of dark despair 
 Life itself seems hard to bear, 
 Miserere Domine. 
 
 When the mind with doubt is torn, 
 When in solitude we mourn, 
 Sad, forsaken, and forlorn, 
 Miserere Domine. 
 
 When the shadows of the night 
 Steal o'er all that's good and bright, 
 When we seek in vain for light, 
 Miserere Domine. 
 
 When the day of life is past, 
 And our sun is sinking fast, 
 Standing by the grave at last, 
 Miserere Domine.
 
 LENT. 47 
 
 In our hour of sorest need, 
 Ere the judgment is decreed, 
 When for mercy, Lord, we plead, 
 Miserere Domine.
 
 48 LENT. 
 
 YEARNING. 
 Increase our faith. LUKE xvii. 5. 
 
 Oh ! for the faith that knows no doubt, 
 That buries it deep in its native sod; 
 Oh ! for the faith that welleth out 
 
 Pure from the Fount of God. 
 
 Oh ! for the faith that lives and dares, 
 
 That fears neither death, nor fire, nor sword ; 
 Oh ! for the faith that stands and bears 
 All, for Thy love, O Lord. 
 
 Oh ! for the faith with soaring wing 
 
 To mount through the clouds that darken the sky ; 
 Oh ! for the spotless tongue to sing 
 
 Songs with the saints on High. 
 
 Oh ! for the faith, as long days fail, 
 
 To uplift the shroud from the dark unseen ; 
 Oh ! for the faith to rend the veil 
 That sadly hangs between. 
 
 Oh ! for the faith with joy to look 
 
 To that wondrous day when I stand alone, 
 And mark my name on the great Life-book, 
 Open before Thy throne.
 
 LENT. 49 
 
 OUR HOME. 
 
 O Lord, my strength, and my fortress, and my refuge in the 
 day of affliction. JER. xvi. 19. 
 
 DEAD to life, yet loth to die, 
 When our strength is failing fast, 
 
 Saviour, then to Thee we fly, 
 Sure to find a rest at last, 
 
 Sure to hear Thee calling, " Come, 
 
 Weary pilgrims, welcome Home !" 
 
 Worn with sickness, sorrow, pain, 
 
 Bowed with inward agony, 
 When we scarce dare hope again, 
 
 Welcome then Thy healing cry, 
 " Come, ye heavy laden, come ; 
 Hasten to a tearless Home !" 
 
 Fierce and furious is the fight, 
 Red with blood the battle plain, 
 
 Darkly close the shades of night, 
 Cries for human help are vain ; 
 
 Cheering then Thy summons, " Come, 
 
 Christian soldiers, welcome Home !" 
 
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 50 LENT. 
 
 Friends of youth, and neighbours gone, 
 
 Earth to us a wilderness, 
 Faint, despairing, left alone, 
 
 Nought our failing years to bless, 
 Still we hear Thee pleading, " Come, 
 Lonely, broken-hearted, Home !" 
 
 Sickness, sorrow, pain, or tears, 
 Life, or death, whate'er befal, 
 
 Saviour, may our dying ears 
 Hear afar Thy gracious call, 
 
 " Come, ye heavy laden, come ; 
 
 Faithful servants, welcome Home !"
 
 LENT. 51 
 
 TEARS. 
 
 Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. 
 JAMES i. 3. 
 
 HEAR, O my God, my tears like rain 
 Fast falling 'gainst the window-pane 
 Of this numbed heart, as if again 
 'Twould beat in peace no more. 
 
 Tis hard, my God, 'tis hard to think 
 That Thou shouldst bring me to the brink 
 Of these dark waters, there to sink 
 For evermore in night. 
 
 'Tis hard, O God, 'tis hard ; and yet 
 How have I prayed, my pillow wet 
 With the cold dews (hard to forget) 
 Of long unanswered prayer. 
 
 Oh ! teach me, O my God, to know 
 That though Thou now hast brought me low, 
 And darkly made my life-stream flow, 
 Thou still rememberest me ; 
 
 That Thou hast all my sorrows known, 
 And wouldest ne'er have cast me down, 
 But through the Cross to give the Crown 
 To him who trusts in Thee. 
 
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 52 LENT. 
 
 Wash me throughly from my wickedness ; and cleanse me 
 from my sin. Ps. li. 2. 
 
 MAKE me holy, O my Saviour, 
 Cleanse me from the taint of sin, 
 
 Thou, from Whom no thought is hidden, 
 Make me pure without, within. 
 
 Thickly fall the shadows round me, 
 
 Fading fast the evening light, 
 As from out Thy path I wander, 
 
 Dark and darker grows the night. 
 
 Heavy on me lies the burden, 
 
 Nothing have I of my own, 
 Fainting, Lord, I hear Thee calling, 
 
 At Thy feet to lay it down. 
 
 Whilst I stay, and doubt, and linger, 
 
 Far and farther from Thy fold, 
 Bold, whene'er 'twere well to falter, 
 
 Faltering, when I should be bold. 
 
 Weeks and months and years are flitting, 
 
 And the burden presseth sore, 
 Whilst the weight upon my heart is 
 
 Ever growing more and more.
 
 LENT. 53 
 
 Leave me not, lest sin and sorrow 
 Quench the light of heavenly birth, 
 
 And the anxious soul's to-morrow 
 Breaks again no more on earth. 
 
 Make me pure, and bright, and holy, 
 Drive all darkling doubt away, 
 
 Till the fading light of evening 
 Kindleth into perfect day. 
 
 Till the burden now so galling 
 
 Be for ever cast aside, 
 And I mount to swell the chorus 
 
 Of the Bridegroom and His Bride.
 
 54 LENT. 
 
 Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we 
 may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. 
 HEB. iv. 16. 
 
 HAST thou sinned, sin no more, 
 Pardon ask, and pardon win, 
 
 Mercy sits at mercy's door, 
 Boldly knock and enter in ; 
 
 Boldly to the throne of grace, 
 
 Weeping for the bitter past, 
 Go, though shame would hide its face, 
 
 Go, and find a rest at last ; 
 
 Christ, Who died the lost to save, 
 Never turned His Face from pain, 
 
 They who meekly pardon crave, 
 Never cry to Him in vain ; 
 
 Christ Himself is calling, " Come," 
 Christ, Who lived and died for thee, 
 
 " Hasten, helpless sinner, home, 
 Lay your weary load on Me." 
 
 Fear not, then, to lay it down 
 Humbly at your Saviour's Feet, 
 
 Through the Cross to win the Crown, 
 Is a task for angels meet ;
 
 LENT. 55 
 
 Stand not still to count the cost, 
 
 Hasten while 'tis yet to-day, 
 Time, too precious to be lost, 
 
 Brooks not doubt, away away. 
 
 Yes ! away ere yet the light 
 
 Darkens in the western sky, 
 And the brooding clouds of night 
 
 Hover o'er your sunken eye ; 
 
 Yes ! in this thy sorest need, 
 Knock in faith at mercy's door ; 
 
 Go, and there for pardon plead, 
 Go, for grace to sin no more.
 
 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof ; but he that 
 doeth the will of God abideth for ever. i JOHN ii. 17. 
 
 THOUGH months and years shall pass away, 
 
 And ages into ages roll, 
 Though life and death shall hold their sway 
 
 In turn on every sin-bom soul ; 
 Yet fear ye not to do My will, 
 For I, your Lord, am with you still 
 To keep from harm. 
 
 If Hunger, gnawing at the door, 
 Should let her sister, Sickness, in, 
 
 And shadows throw across the floor 
 Where shadows ne'er before have been ; 
 
 Yet fear ye not to do My will, 
 
 For I, your Lord, am with you still 
 To keep from harm. 
 
 Should ever in the deepening gloom 
 Sad thoughts arise too hard to bear, 
 
 And enter in thy darkened room 
 To find a habitation there ; 
 
 Yet fear ye not to do My will, 
 
 For I, your Lord, am with you still 
 To keep from harm.
 
 LEXT. 57 
 
 If unrequited toil by day, 
 
 And rest unrest by night thy lot, 
 
 Should make thee wish e'en life away, 
 And all sad memories forgot ; 
 
 Yet fear ye not to do My will, 
 
 For I, your Lord, am with you still 
 To keep from harm. 
 
 From harm ! for this, that men call harm, 
 
 Is harmless yet if left to die, 
 The pealings of its false alarm 
 
 Are heard not in Eternity ; 
 Then fear ye not to do My will, 
 For I, your Lord, am with you still 
 To keep from harm.
 
 58 LENT. 
 
 JUDGE NOT. 
 Considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted. GAL. vi. i. 
 
 JUDGE not, 'tis not for man to judge, 
 
 Art thou from sin exempted ? 
 Ye know not, ye who harshly judge, 
 
 How those ye judge were tempted. 
 
 Judge not ; be gentle-hearted, kind, 
 
 For ye are not exempted ; 
 Ye know not, though ye are guiltless now, 
 
 How soon ye may be tempted.
 
 LENT. 59 
 
 LONELY THOUGHTS. 
 
 Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me, I can- 
 not attain unto it. Ps. cxxxix. 5. 
 
 LAST night I stood beside the grave, 
 
 With scarce a step between, 
 My eyeballs bursting with the strain 
 
 To see the dark unseen. 
 
 No sound to cheer my fainting heart, 
 
 No voice from 'neath the sod ; 
 Alone I stood beside the grave, 
 
 Alone, alone with God. 
 
 The wind came soughing through the gloom, 
 
 And chilled my blood within, 
 All sad and weary with the load 
 
 Of long-forgotten sin. 
 
 The black leaves curled with every gust, 
 And crisped beneath my tread, 
 
 The night-birds, wailing, seemed to wake 
 The spirits of the dead.
 
 60 LENT. 
 
 I strove to fathom height and depth, 
 
 Around, above, beneath ; 
 To crest the wave of human life, 
 
 And sound the deeps of death. 
 
 My puny efforts, ah ! how vain ! 
 
 Yet words can ne'er express 
 The thoughts that burned within my brain, 
 
 In that lone loneliness. 
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 For deeper than the lowest deep, 
 
 O God, Thy mysteries lie ; 
 No human hand shall lift the veil 
 That masks eternity.
 
 LENT. 61 
 
 I have considered the days of old. Ps. Ixvii. 5. 
 
 FOR mercy, Lord, I cry, 
 'Tis all I ask of Thee ; 
 
 For mercy ere I die, 
 Sweet mercy, Lord, for me. 
 
 I look on days gone by, 
 The sky was sunny bright, 
 
 My sea was calm, and I 
 
 Sat still from morn till night. 
 
 I then too oft forgat 
 
 That other days must come, 
 Nor thought, while thus I sat, 
 
 That this was not my home. 
 
 But sorrow came, and grief, 
 And sickness hard to bear, 
 
 And pain without relief; 
 
 Till care was heaped on care. 
 
 And thus a change came o'er 
 My spirit's idle dream ; 
 
 I scanned the distant shore, 
 And caught a brighter gleam ;
 
 62 LENT. 
 
 I saw that these were sent 
 
 (As silver tried by fire,) 
 To teach that life is lent 
 
 To raise the spirit higher. 
 
 But still I'm onward borne, 
 
 And cloud-storms gathering fast, 
 
 By every wild wind torn, 
 Must rend my sails at last. 
 
 Yet brighter glows the sky, 
 
 As slowly sinks my sun, 
 For though the waves beat high, 
 
 The shore seems almost won ; 
 
 That happy tearless shore, 
 
 Which girds God's throne in Heaven, 
 Where sorrow's known no more, 
 Nor sin to be forgiven. 
 
 For mercy then I cry, 
 
 Tis all I ask of Thee ; 
 For mercy ere I die, 
 
 Sweet mercy, Lord, for me.
 
 i. 
 
 And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee. To-day shall 
 thou be with me in Paradise. LUKE xxiii. 43. 
 
 His bitter foes had triumphed now, 
 
 The hardened priests stood mocking by, 
 The careless crowd had gathered there 
 
 To see the Lord of Glory die ; 
 O wondrous sight for man to see ! 
 
 O wondrous gift for God to give ! 
 O wondrous love ! Thrice wondrous scene, 
 
 For man to see and yet to live ! 
 
 No lower depth for human guilt, 
 
 The lowest deep was sounded now, 
 E'en hope had fled ! The crown of thorns 
 
 In mockery on His sinless Brow 
 In truth had crowned the world with shame, 
 
 And men seemed lost once more, when He 
 For them hung suffering and they 
 
 In scorn looked on, but could not see.
 
 64 GOOD FRIDAY. 
 
 One lonely voice with kindlier glow 
 
 High o'er the surging crowd beneath ; 
 Though, lost to man, yet heard by God, 
 
 The world's Redeemer owned in death ; 
 When, hark ! in answer to the prayer, 
 
 Rose clear above their raging cries, 
 The wondrous promise, " Thou to-day 
 
 Shalt be with Me in Paradise." 
 
 The sun had hid His face in tears, 
 
 And shuddering Nature over all, 
 More tender than the careless crowd, 
 
 In love had thrown her funeral pall ; 
 That all might hear, though none might see 
 
 (As low He bowed His Sacred Head), 
 His words, but not the agony, 
 
 The last sad cry, " Tis finished." 
 
 Still backward o'er the murmuring throng 
 
 Come, borne upon the evening air, 
 Those echoes from the Cross to him 
 
 Who, dying, owned his Saviour there, 
 So full of love, and joy, and peace, 
 
 To him and all beneath the skies, 
 " I say to thee that thou shalt be 
 
 This day with Me in Paradise."
 
 GOOD FRIDAY. 65 
 
 O happy words for him to hear ! 
 
 When hanging by the Saviour's side, 
 His deeds of darkness brought to light, 
 
 That e'en for him that Saviour died, 
 That e'en for him, and such as he, 
 
 If humbly penitent he dies, 
 Those words were spoken " Thou shalt be 
 
 To-day with Me in Paradise." 
 
 O Paradise ! what more could man, 
 
 In that his last and dread despair, 
 Dare hope than rest on thy still breast, 
 
 And, pardoned, meet his Saviour there ; 
 What happier words ! what holier sight 
 
 Whereon to fix his dying eyes ! 
 What joy, O Christ, those words to hear, 
 
 And then awake in Paradise.
 
 66 
 
 Jfrftmg. 
 ii. 
 
 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if 
 there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow, which is done unto Me, 
 wherewith the Lord hath afflicted Me in the day of His fierce 
 anger. LAM. i. 12. 
 
 A DAY for which a world must weep 
 
 Has sunk in silence to the grave, 
 The sun that mourned has fallen asleep 
 
 Behind the far off western wave ; 
 The tears of night are falling fast, 
 
 Whilst echoes, as of angels' prayers. 
 Would link the present with the past, 
 
 And bid us mingle ours with theirs. 
 
 This morn the King of Glory hung, 
 
 A dying man, upon the tree, 
 And sin its poisoned arrows flung 
 
 In scorn upon His agony, 
 Each lonely hour seemed well-nigh lost, 
 
 And, wearied, flapped its heavy wing ; 
 And were there none to count the cost, 
 
 No mourners for their guiltless King ?
 
 GOOD FRIDAY. 67 
 
 Who bore a weight none else could bear, 
 
 A weight too heavy to be borne, 
 Except by Him, Who dying there, 
 
 Despised the shame, endured the scorn 
 Of those for whom He came to die ; 
 
 Who in their cold remorseless pride 
 Raised loud the cry of " Crucify," 
 
 And mocked Him as for them He died. 
 
 What is it to the passers-by ? 
 
 A man but dying on a tree ; 
 We can but live, we can but die, 
 
 What is it, then, to you or me ? 
 What is it ? scoffers proudly ask, 
 
 What is it ? still the careless cry, 
 Whilst others in the sunshine bask, 
 
 And dream not that they pass Him by. 
 
 But loving hands have laid Him down 
 
 In peace upon His rocky bed, 
 Whilst He has gone to worlds unknown 
 
 On works of mercy to the dead, 
 To preach the Everlasting Word, 
 
 As gathering saints obey His call, 
 That they may hear, as we have heard, 
 
 The love of Him who died for all. 
 
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 68 GOOD FRIDAY. 
 
 The love of Him Who died, which we 
 
 Have heard and heard and heard again, 
 O Jesu ! never let it be, 
 
 That, hearing, we should hear in vain ; 
 Or, as we watch Thee on the cross, 
 
 And mark Thy last and bitter cry, 
 E'er idly deem our gain a loss, 
 
 Or mock Thee with the passers-by. 
 
 For with the cross upon our brow, 
 
 Beneath the still Baptismal Wave, 
 All we who sing lie buried now 
 
 With Him in that thrice-hallowed grave 
 That, as He died and rose again, 
 
 So we to all our sins may die, 
 Rise cleansed from every guilty stain, 
 
 And live a life of purity. 
 
 And when our sun is sinking low 
 
 Behind the silent waves of night, 
 And thoughts are flitting to and fro, 
 
 As shadows in the evening light, 
 May we, as with our dying breath 
 
 We bid farewell to human strife, 
 Safe through the grave and gate of death 
 
 Pass upward to a deathless life.
 
 6 astir. 
 
 Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death. 
 -Acrs ii. 24. 
 
 HALLELUJAH ! song of triumph, 
 Triumph over death and hell ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! song of triumph, 
 Greater far than tongue may tell. 
 
 Hallelujah ! song of triumph, 
 
 Christ, Who came the lost to save, 
 
 Hallelujah ! now hath risen, 
 
 Mighty Conqueror o'er the grave. 
 
 Hallelujah ! Holy Angels 
 
 Came and rolled away the stone ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! now no longer 
 
 Death can claim Him for his own. 
 
 Hallelujah ! Christ hath broken 
 Bars that none could break before ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! Death defeated, 
 Sinks to rise again no more.
 
 70 EASTER. 
 
 Hallelujah ! song of triumph, 
 Loud through all Creation rolls ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! men and angels 
 
 Sing the song of ransomed souls.
 
 olhd, Qmnswn gag. 
 
 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are 
 above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God. - 
 COL. iii. i. 
 
 As Christ our Saviour's gone before, 
 Exalted high through worlds unknown, 
 
 To Thee, Almighty King, we pray, 
 For Thou art God, and Thou alone. 
 
 Grant, Lord, that we in heart and mind, 
 Ascending to those realms above, 
 
 May ever dwell in thought with Him, 
 Partakers of His endless love ; 
 
 Where with the Father, Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God Whom heaven and earth adore, 
 
 He lives and reigns Eternal One, 
 And One in Three for evermore.
 
 8*2- 
 
 Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; and be ye lift up, ye ever- 
 lasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in. 
 Ps. xxiv. 7. 
 
 HARK ! the vault of heaven is ringing, 
 
 Songs of angels sweep the sky, 
 Thousand times ten thousand bringing 
 
 Hearts attuned in harmony ; 
 Lo, the noise of battle's over, 
 
 Death lies dying on the plain, 
 Man Divine doth now recover 
 
 All that man had lost, again. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, 
 
 Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors, 
 The King of Glory comes, and conquering waits 
 
 To enter in and tread the golden floors ; 
 The King of Glory comes, let heaven and earth 
 
 proclaim 
 In trumpet-tones the triumph of His name. 
 
 Who is this on clouds ascending 
 From the world of sin and shame ? 
 
 Myriad angels, hark ! attending, 
 Chant the triumph of His Name ;
 
 ASCENSION DAY. 73 
 
 This is He, the Lord's Anointed, 
 He Who left His Throne on high, 
 
 Spotless Lamb by God appointed 
 Once for fallen man to die. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, &c. 
 
 See He comes in robes of glory, 
 
 Lord of lords, and King of kings, 
 Angels tell His wondrous story, 
 
 Heaven with Hallelujahs rings ; 
 Raise the song of Hallelujah ! 
 
 Ye that now His name adore, 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 Christ is King for evermore. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, &c.
 
 74 
 
 , Stftttmrr after Qmmion 
 
 I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Comforter, 
 that He may abide with you for ever. JOHN xiv. 16. 
 
 O GOD, the King of Glory, Who 
 
 Hast lifted far Thy only Son 
 Above the world, to share with Thee 
 
 The conquest He Himself hath won ; 
 
 Almighty Father, deign to hear 
 
 The prayers of those from whom He's gone, 
 Nor leave us in this world of care, 
 
 To bear our burden all alone ; 
 
 But send Thy Holy Spirit down, 
 That He into our hearts may pour 
 
 His comfort, till we reach the land 
 Where Christ our Saviour's gone before ; 
 
 Who ever lives and reigns with Thee, 
 
 O Father, Thy Coequal Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, One in Three, 
 
 For ever Three, yet Three in One.
 
 75 
 
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 " And on His Head were many crowns." 
 
 * CROWN Him with crowns of gold, 
 
 All nations great and small, 
 Crown Him, ye martyred saints of old, 
 
 The Lamb once slain for all; 
 The Lamb once slain for them 
 
 Who bring their praises now, 
 As jewels for the diadem 
 
 That girds His Sacred Brow. 
 
 Crown Him the Son of God 
 
 Before the worlds began, 
 And ye who tread where He hath trod, 
 
 Crown Him the Son of Man; 
 Who every grief hath known 
 
 That wrings the human breast, 
 And takes and bears them for His own, 
 
 That all in Him may rest. 
 
 * The greater part of this hymn was originally written at the 
 request of the Rev. H. W. Hutton, to supply the place of some 
 of the stanzas in Matthew Bridge's well-known hymn, of which 
 he and others did not approve ; it was afterwards thought better 
 to rewrite the whole, so that the two hymns might be kept 
 entirely distinct.
 
 7 6 CHRIST ASCENDED. 
 
 Crown Him the Lord of Light, 
 
 Who o'er a darkened world 
 In robes of glory infinite 
 
 His fiery flag unfurled, 
 And bore it raised on High, 
 
 In Heaven in earth beneath, 
 To all the sign of victory 
 
 O'er Satan, sin, and death. 
 
 Crown Him the Lord of Life, 
 
 Who triumphed o'er the grave, 
 And rose victorious in the strife 
 
 For those He came to save; 
 His glories now we sing 
 
 Who died, and rose on High, 
 Who died Eternal Life to bring, 
 
 And lives, that death may die. 
 
 Crown Him of lords the Lord, 
 
 Who over all doth reign, 
 Who, once on earth th' Incarnate Word 
 
 For ransomed sinners slain, 
 Now lives in realms of light, 
 
 Where saints with angels sing 
 Their songs before Him day and night, 
 
 Their God Redeemer King.
 
 CHRIST ASCENDED. 77 
 
 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, 
 
 Enthroned in worlds above, 
 Crown Him the King to Whom is given 
 
 The wondrous name of Love. 
 Crown Him with many crowns, 
 
 As thrones before Him fall ; 
 Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, 
 
 For He is King of all.
 
 I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh. JOEL ii. 28. 
 
 HEAR us, Thou that broodedst 
 
 O'er the watery deep, 
 Waking all creation 
 
 From its primal sleep ; 
 Holy Spirit, breathing 
 
 Breath of life Divine, 
 Breathe into our spirits, 
 
 Blending them with Thine. 
 
 Lamp of Life, that piercest 
 
 E'en the thickest gloom, 
 Haste to light Thy candle 
 
 In each darkened room ; 
 Should the lamp that's burning 
 
 Give but flickering light, 
 Fan the flame that trembleth 
 
 On the verge of night. 
 
 Fount of living waters, 
 
 From the crystal sea 
 Flowing on for ever, 
 
 Fount of Purity,
 
 WHIT-SUNDAY. 79 
 
 May we drink, and rising 
 
 Purged from every stain, 
 Onward press rejoicing, 
 
 Ne'er to thirst again. 
 
 When the sun ariseth 
 
 In a cloudless sky, 
 May we feel Thy Presence, 
 
 Holy Spirit, nigh ; 
 Shed Thy Radiance o'er us, 
 
 Keep it cloudless still, 
 Through the day before us, 
 
 Perfecting Thy will. 
 
 When the fight is fiercest 
 
 In the noontide heat, 
 Bear us, Holy Spirit, 
 
 To our Saviour'a Feet, 
 There to find a Refuge 
 
 Till our work is done, 
 There to fight the battle, 
 
 Till the battle's won. 
 
 If the day be falling 
 
 Sadly to its close, 
 Sadly, slowly, sadly, 
 
 Sadly, as it goes ;
 
 8o WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 May Thy love in mercy 
 Kindling, ere it die, 
 
 Cast a ray of glory 
 O'er our evening sky. 
 
 Morning, noon, and evening, 
 
 Whensoe'er it be, 
 Grant us, Gracious Spirit, 
 
 Quickening life in Thee; 
 Life, that gives us living 
 
 Life of Heavenly love, 
 Life, that brings us dying 
 
 Life from Heaven Above.
 
 Si 
 
 Crinitg. 
 
 This God Is our God for ever and ever : He shall be our guide 
 unto death. Ps. xlviii. 13. 
 
 GREAT Architect of worlds unknown, 
 
 Who didst to all their order give, 
 And place as footstool to Thy Throne 
 
 This wondrous world in which we live ; 
 Who didst the Firmament unroll 
 
 O'er hill and dale, and sea and river, 
 And bidst the stars from pole to pole 
 
 Shine on for ever and for ever ; 
 Build up within this heart of mine 
 
 A holy temple, worthier Thee, 
 And light the lamp of love Divine, 
 
 And scatter all that's dark in me. 
 
 Blest Saviour, Shepherd of the sheep, 
 
 Who dost with ever-watchful care 
 O'er all Thy flock Thy vigil keep, 
 
 Their every tear, and trial share ; 
 Who, when they wander far and wide 
 
 O'er hill and dale, and sea and river, 
 Dost bring them to Thy wounded Side, 
 
 To rest for ever and for ever ; 
 
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 82 THE HOLY TRINITY. 
 
 Bring me, who oft have wandered here 
 O'er barren pastures bleak and cold, 
 
 With other wanderers far and near, 
 And fold us in Thy Heavenly Fold. 
 
 O wondrous Spirit, Who didst move 
 
 Above the waters' tranquil deep, 
 And broodedst o'er it as a dove, 
 
 Ere yet the world had woke from sleep; 
 Who on a new awakened earth 
 
 Didst come, man's sins from man to sever, 
 The Giver of a second birth 
 
 To life, for ever and for ever ; 
 Renew Thy ever-quickening grace 
 
 Within this laggard heart of mine, 
 That sin and sorrow ne'er efface 
 
 The gift that made and keeps me Thine. 
 
 O Great and Glorious Trinity, 
 
 Bend down Thine ear and hear my prayer, 
 And bid Thine angels, when I die, 
 
 On mounting pinions bear me there, 
 Where clear from out Thy sapphire Throne 
 
 The waters of a crystal river 
 Fl ow on rejoicing, that Thine own 
 
 May drink for ever and for ever ;
 
 THE HOLY TRINITY. 83 
 
 Where needs no moon to shine by night, 
 Nor sun to light the street by day, 
 
 For there Thy Glory is the Light ; 
 " The former things are passed away." 
 
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 Collwt, S*btittfr Sutrtmu ate 
 
 For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of 
 His good pleasure. PHIL. ii. 13. 
 
 LORD of power, Lord of might ! 
 
 God and Father of us all ; 
 Lord of day, and Lord of night, 
 
 Listen to our solemn call ; 
 Listen, whilst to Thee we raise 
 Songs of prayer, and songs of praise. 
 
 Light and love and life are Thine, 
 
 Great Creator of all good, 
 Fill our souls with light Divine ; 
 
 Give us with our daily food 
 Blessings from Thy Heavenly store, 
 Blessings rich for evermore. 
 
 Graft within our heart of hearts 
 Love undying for Thy Name, 
 
 Bid us ere the day departs 
 Spread afar our Maker's fame ; 
 
 Young and old together bless, 
 
 Clothe our souls with righteousness.
 
 COLLECT, SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 85 
 
 Full of years, and full of peace, 
 May our life on earth be blest ; 
 
 When our trials here shall cease, 
 And at last we sink to rest, 
 
 Fountain of Eternal Love ! 
 
 Call us to our Home above.
 
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 All we like sheep have gone astray. Is. liii. 6. 
 
 WE all had sinned and gone astray, 
 Like wandering sheep been driven, 
 
 From out the true and living way, 
 The only path to Heaven ; 
 
 Far, far, and farther still, 
 
 Though grace was freely given. 
 
 Amid the tangled mazes lost 
 
 Of life's tumultuous day, 
 Or in the surging billows tost 
 
 Of passion's lawless sway ; 
 No human hand was there 
 
 Could purge our guilt away. 
 
 Our Saviour then in wondrous love, 
 Saw from His throne on High ; 
 
 And, 'mid the songs of choirs above, 
 Looked down with pitying eye ; 
 
 And thus, that we might live, 
 He came on earth to die.
 
 THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 87 
 
 Let angels then His glories sing, 
 
 And saints His Name adore ; 
 Let lost and found their incense bring 
 
 To swell the living store, 
 That Heaven and earth may join 
 
 To praise Him evermore.
 
 S3 
 
 Cjrrist 
 
 There shall be one fold, and one Shepherd. S. JOHN x. 16. 
 
 JESU, Heavenly Shepherd, 
 
 Thou dost ever keep, 
 Never weary waiting, 
 
 Watches o'er Thy sheep ; 
 Often we have wandered, 
 
 Often wander now, 
 Who can lead us homeward, 
 
 Jesu ! Who but Thou ? 
 
 All we are, Thou knowest, 
 
 All we e'er have been, 
 Every deed Thou seest, 
 
 Every thought within ; 
 From the deed that darkens, 
 
 Keep us, Jesu, keep, 
 From the thought that staineth, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 Oft we heard Thee calling, 
 "Wanderers, follow Me," 
 
 Wheresoe'er Thou leadest, 
 Lord, we follow Thee ;
 
 CHRIST OUR SHEPHERD. 
 
 Though the way be toilsome, 
 Though the path be steep, 
 
 Thou wilt safely guide us, 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 Wheresoe'er we wander, 
 
 Whatsoe'er betide, 
 Lead us, Heavenly Shepherd, 
 
 Homeward by thy side ; 
 Ever Thou be near us, 
 
 From all evil keep, 
 Guide us, guard us, cheer us, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 When we faint and falter, 
 
 Fain our shame to hide, 
 When in doubt we linger, 
 
 Then be Thou our Guide ; 
 Are we worn and weary, 
 
 Should we fall asleep, 
 Be Thou then our Guardian, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 
 When the storm is beating 
 
 Round, without, within, 
 Calling to remembrance 
 Sorrow, shame, or sin ;
 
 90 CHRIST OUR SHEPHERD. 
 
 As in vain we clamber 
 Up the mountain-steep, 
 
 Then be Thou our Refuge, 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 When the wolf is watching 
 
 Where the waste is wide, 
 Cling we, Heavenly Shepherd, 
 
 Closer to Thy side ; 
 Faint with fear, and friendless, 
 
 When we fain would weep, 
 Dry the tear that's falling, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 If the day be closing 
 
 Cheerless in the west, 
 O'er some lonely outcast, 
 
 Jesu, ever Blest, 
 From the distant mountains, 
 
 Ere he sink to sleep, 
 Gather in the wanderer, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 Mountain, dale, and river 
 Then shall be our Home, 
 
 Pastured there for ever, 
 Where no ill can come ;
 
 CHRIST OUR SHEPHERD. 91 
 
 Where nor sin, nor sorrow 
 
 E'er shall cause to weep, 
 Folded there together, 
 
 Shepherd with His sheep.
 
 There are six days in which men ought to work. LUKE xiii. 14. 
 
 WORK is sweet, for God has blest 
 Honest work with quiet rest, 
 Rest below, and rest Above, 
 In the Mansions of His Love, 
 When the work of life is done, 
 When the battle's fought and won. 
 
 Work ye then while yet 'tis day, 
 
 Work, ye Christians, while ye may, 
 
 Work for all that's great and good, 
 
 Working for your daily food, 
 
 Working whilst the golden hours, 
 
 Health, and strength, and youth, are yours. 
 
 Working not your work for gold, 
 Work that can be bought and sold, 
 Not the work that worketh strife, 
 But the working of a life, 
 Careless. both of good or ill, 
 If ye can but do His will.
 
 WORK. 93 
 
 Working ere the day is gone, 
 Working till your work is done, 
 Not as traffickers at marts, 
 But as fitteth honest hearts, 
 Working till your spirits rest 
 With the spirits of the blest.
 
 94 
 
 feat Calm. 
 
 And He arose and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, 
 Peace, be still. MARK iv. 39. 
 
 FIERCE raged the tempest o'er the deep, 
 Watch did Thine anxious servants keep, 
 But Thou wast wrapt in guileless sleep, 
 Calm and still. 
 
 " Save, Lord ; we perish," was their cry : 
 Oh, save us in our agony ! 
 Thy word above the storm rose high, 
 " Peace, be still." 
 
 The wild winds hushed, the angry deep 
 Sank like a little child to sleep, 
 The sullen billows ceased to leap 
 At Thy will. 
 
 So when our life is clouded o'er, 
 
 And storm-winds drift us from the shore, 
 
 Say, lest we sink to rise no more, 
 
 " Peace, be still."
 
 fnfritaiwm, 
 
 Behold the fig tree, and all the trees ; when they now shoot 
 forth, ye see and know of your own selves that summer is now 
 nigh at hand. LUKE xxi. 29, 30. 
 
 COME, children, come, true lessons learning 
 From earth and air and sea and sky, 
 
 Come, gladly greet the spring returning 
 With notes of heavenly harmony. 
 
 For every bird that blithely singeth, 
 
 Should teach our laggard tongues to sing ; 
 
 And every blade that upward springeth, 
 A message from our God should bring. 
 
 Full oft, 'tis true, will pain and sorrow 
 A shadow throw across our door, 
 
 But then again the sun to-morrow 
 Will shine out brighter than before. 
 
 Both light and shadow intenveaving, 
 
 So woven is the web of life, 
 That every tear a smile relieving 
 
 May teach us courage in the strife.
 
 96 THE INVITATION. 
 
 Grief cometh but our joys to heighten, 
 Whene'er we dream of what's in store, 
 
 Whilst joy our deepening griefs shall brighten, 
 When sorrow standeth at the door. 
 
 E'en so in this our life's young morning 
 Let praise with prayer inwoven be, 
 
 And with the birds at early dawning 
 All joy in singing praise to Thee. 
 
 To Thee, O God, who all hast given 
 
 To us in Thy redeeming love ; 
 That we, who for that love have striven, 
 
 May join in angel-songs Above.
 
 97 
 
 i. 
 
 Lord, teach us to pray. LUKE xi. r. 
 
 THERE are, who rising from their bed at morn, 
 
 Ne'er bend in prayer the knee ; 
 There are, when going to their rest,, who give 
 * No praise, O God, to Thee. 
 
 O ye who, better taught, in youth perceive 
 
 How falsely learned they, 
 (However wise they think themselves to be,) 
 
 Who have not learnt to pray ;' 
 
 O ye who having lived a life of prayer, 
 
 Have seldom gone astray, 
 Oh ! pity such, and whilst ye pray yourselves, 
 
 Teach others too to pray. 
 
 There are, who tossing to and fro with pain, 
 
 Ne'er rest by night nor day ; 
 More blessed they, than those in health and 
 strength, 
 
 Who know not how to pray. 
 
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 98 PRAYER. 
 
 There are, who worn with sorrow, want, and care, 
 Trod down on life's rough way ; 
 
 All else is dead, but that which giveth life, 
 The will and power to pray. 
 
 There are, who having lost their all on earth, 
 
 Their dearest swept away, 
 Are happier far, than those who've gained all, 
 
 And lost their power to pray. 
 
 There are, who sit on God's Right Hand on High, 
 
 And clad in bright array, 
 Who ever strove on earth to pray themselves, 
 
 And others teach to pray. 
 
 Be it ours to live, that when the sun shall mark 
 
 The close of this our day, 
 
 Our names be found with those who prayed them- 
 selves, 
 
 And others taught to pray.
 
 99 
 
 ii. 
 
 The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth 
 much. JAMES v. 16. 
 
 WE know not, oh ! we know not, how far a prayer 
 may go, 
 
 And wing its flight 
 To realms of light 
 In accents sweet and low, 
 To win a grace divine, or ward a threatened blow. 
 
 From children in their cradles, whose very breath 
 is prayer, 
 
 Whose lispings rise 
 Through listening skies 
 To regions bright and fair, 
 To find, for one they've lost, a better Father there. 
 
 For old men late repenting, whose web of life is 
 spun, 
 
 Whose tide of years 
 Hath ebbed in tears, 
 And well-nigh ceased to run, 
 
 A peace unknown before shall then by prayer be 
 won. 
 
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 ioo PRAYER. 
 
 And thoughtless men and maidens, who saunter 
 through the day, 
 
 Pass sunny hours f 
 In culling flowers, 
 And dreaming life away, 
 
 Through prayer of those they love, themselves 
 shall learn to pray. 
 
 From working men and women, who toil from morn 
 till eve, 
 
 Whose chiefest strife 
 And care through life, 
 Is simply how to live, 
 A prayer shall win a wage that labour cannot give. 
 
 The sempstress at her needle, the weaver at his 
 loom, 
 
 With lips untaught, 
 And hearts o'erwrought, 
 Shall pierce the deepening gloom, 
 And catch a gleam of light from lands beyond the 
 tomb. 
 
 The mother for her daughter, the father for his son, 
 
 To them unknown, 
 
 To God alone, 
 Pray, ere their race is run, 
 To pardon errors past, and others yet undone.
 
 PRAYER. ior 
 
 The cravings of the hungry, the sad, half-uttered 
 cry 
 
 That famine wrings 
 From sufferings 
 Too deep for human eye, 
 
 On angel pinions borne shall wing their way on 
 high. 
 
 For angels ever circling around their vigils keep, 
 And listening hear, 
 And heavenward bear, 
 The holy thoughts that sweep 
 As sighing breezes through the souls of those who 
 weep. 
 
 Go then, the sun declining, in adoration fall, 
 For high and low, 
 For friend and foe, 
 For each, for one and all, 
 
 Go, pray to God on High to hear your suppliant 
 call 
 
 So praying for each other, your prayers may heaven- 
 ward rise, 
 
 High still and higher, 
 A living fire 
 Of holy sacrifice, 
 To win a deathless life from Him Who never dies.
 
 fcardtntmnt. 
 
 Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you.- 
 i PET. v. 7. 
 
 THRICE happy he whose tranquil mind 
 Whate'er, O Lord, his lot may be, 
 
 His truest source of peace can find 
 In casting all his care on Thee ; 
 
 Who ever strives from day to day, 
 
 With earnest faith through toil and pain, 
 
 To tread the strait and narrow way 
 
 Till Thou shalt claim Thine own again ; 
 
 Content to live, content to die, 
 
 Content, O Lord, through good or ill ; 
 
 Content without the reason, why ? 
 Whate'er befal, to do Thy will. 
 
 For as some still unruffled lake 
 
 That sleeps beneath a mountain-crest, 
 
 No storms upon his bosom break 
 As calmly sinks his suu to rest.
 
 CONTENTMENT. 103 
 
 So may we strive, and striving win 
 The prize of those who die forgiven, 
 
 Content to live, till freed from sin 
 
 We reach Thy mansions, King of Heaven.
 
 104 
 
 Stairs, 
 
 Lord, who shall dwell in Thy tabernacle, or who shall rest 
 upon Thy holy hill? even he that leadeth an uncorrupt life, and 
 doe'th the thing that is right, and speaketh the truth from his 
 heart. Ps. xv. i, 2. 
 
 SAY, who shall climb the golden stairs 
 
 That reach from earth to heaven, 
 Avoid the tangled thread of snares, 
 
 The taint of earthly leaven ; 
 Unwearied by the weary load 
 
 That Christians have to bear, 
 Who tread the strait and narrow road, 
 
 And end their journey there ? 
 
 E'en he who tossed upon the wave 
 
 Of sorrow's troubled sea, 
 Both knows, O Lord, Thy power to save, 
 
 And trusts his all to Thee ; 
 Who looks beyond the gathered clouds 
 
 That rend the threatening sky, 
 The darkling mist that life enshrouds, 
 
 And feels that Thou art nigh.
 
 THE GOLDEN STAIRS. 105 
 
 E'en he who uncorrupt in life, 
 
 In word, and spirit, true, 
 Whose one and ever-living strife 
 
 In all he finds to do, 
 Is with his might to do it, and 
 
 With open heart and free, 
 Who with, O Lord, no sparing hand, 
 
 In giving gives to Thee ; 
 
 Who lets no storm arise within, 
 
 To weigh his spirit down, 
 But toils through wind and rain to win 
 
 His never-fading crown ; 
 And in the ever-shifting scenes 
 
 Wherein his lot is cast, 
 On Thine unwavering promise leans, 
 
 To bring him Home at last.
 
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 's Can. 
 
 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and 
 cometh down from the Father of lights. JAMES i. 17. 
 
 THY Mercies, God, what tongue can tell, 
 AS boundless as the boundless seas, 
 
 O'er all creation on they come, 
 
 Life, joy, and peace, on every breeze ; 
 
 All, all we have, and all we are, 
 
 Bears witness to a Father's care. 
 
 Whate'er Thou sendest, God, is good, 
 
 Or be it joy, or be it pain, 
 For e'en the darkest winter's day 
 
 Foretells of summer sun again ; 
 And ever-changing seasons bear 
 Glad witness to a Father's care. 
 
 The cherished hopes of early youth, 
 Though blown like autumn-leaves away, 
 
 Whilst others struggling through the mist 
 Are weeping o'er departing day, 
 
 Yet still in saddened accents bear 
 
 Their witness to a Father's care.
 
 OUR FATHER'S CARE. 107 
 
 And when at length the evening light 
 Shall fail to crest the darkening wave, 
 
 Thy glorious Name shall shed a ray 
 E'en o'er the sad and silent grave, 
 
 And cause our latest breath to bear 
 
 Glad witness to a Father's care.
 
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 The Lord's mercies .... are new every morning. 
 LAM. iii. 22, 23. 
 
 ALL that's good, and great, and true, 
 
 All that is, and is to be, 
 Be it old, or be it new, 
 
 Comes, O Father, comes from Thee. 
 
 Mercies dawn with every day, 
 
 Newer, brighter than before, 
 And the sun's declining ray 
 
 Layeth others up in store. 
 
 Not a bird that doth not sing 
 Sweetest praises to Thy Name, 
 
 Not an insect on the wing 
 
 But Thy wonders doth proclaim. 
 
 Every blade and every tree, 
 
 All in happy concert ring, 
 And in wondrous harmony 
 
 Join in praises to their King.
 
 HARMONY. 109 
 
 Far and near, o'er land and sea, 
 Mountain-top and wooded dell, 
 
 All, in singing, sing of Thee 
 Songs of love ineffable. 
 
 Fill us then with love Divine, 
 
 Grant that we, though toiling here, 
 
 May, in spirit being Thine, 
 
 See and hear Thee every where. 
 
 May we all with songs of praise, 
 Whilst on earth, Thy Name adore, 
 
 Till with angel choirs we raise 
 Songs of praise for evermore.
 
 Cjre 
 
 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of 
 God in Christ Jesus. PHIL. iii. 14. 
 
 SAVIOUR, Blessed Saviour, 
 
 Listen whilst we sing ; 
 Hearts and voices raising 
 
 Praises to our King. 
 All we have we offer, 
 
 All we hope to be 
 Body, soul, and spirit 
 
 All we yield to Thee. 
 
 Rich and poor together, 
 
 Suppliants young and old, 
 None shall here be wanting, 
 
 Pastor or his fold ; 
 One and all uniting, 
 
 All with one accord, 
 Men and women bringing 
 
 Incense to their Lord. 
 
 Farther, ever farther, 
 From Thy wounded side 
 
 Heedlessly we wandered ; 
 Wandered far and wide ;
 
 THE GOAL. 
 
 Till Thou cam'st in mercy, 
 
 Ere we fell asleep, 
 Lovingly and found us, 
 
 Shepherd of the sheep. 
 
 Nearer, ever nearer, 
 
 Christ, we draw to Thee, 
 Deep in adoration, 
 
 Bending low the knee. 
 Thou for our Redemption, 
 
 Cam'st on earth to die; 
 Thou that we might follow, 
 
 Hast gone up on High ; 
 
 Great, and ever greater, 
 
 Are Thy mercies here,. 
 True, and everlasting, 
 
 Are the glories there ; 
 Where no pain, or sorrow, 
 
 Toil, or care, is known ; 
 Where the angel legions 
 
 Circle round Thy Throne. 
 
 Dark, and ever darker, 
 Was the wintry past, 
 
 Now a ray of gladness 
 O'er our path is cast ;
 
 THE GOAL. 
 
 Every day that passeth, 
 
 Ever hour that flies, 
 Tells of love unfeigned, 
 
 Love that never dies. 
 
 Clearer still, and clearer, 
 
 Dawns the light from Heaven, 
 In our sadness bringing 
 
 News of sins forgiven ; 
 Life has lost its shadows, 
 
 Pure the light within, 
 Thou hast shed Thy Radiance 
 
 On a world of sin. 
 
 Brighter still, and brighter, 
 
 Glows the western sun, 
 Shedding all its gladness 
 
 O'er our work that's done ; 
 Time will soon be over, 
 
 Toil and sorrow past, 
 May we, Blessed Saviour, 
 
 Find a rest at last. 
 
 Onward, ever onward, 
 Journeying o'er the road 
 
 Worn by saints before us, 
 Journeying on to God ;
 
 THE GOAL. 113 
 
 Leaving all behind us, 
 
 May we hurry on, 
 Backward never looking, 
 
 Till the prize is won. 
 
 * Higher then and higher 
 
 Soars the ransomed soul, 
 Earthly toils forgetting, 
 
 Saviour, to its goal ; 
 Where in joys unthought of, 
 
 Saints with angels sing, 
 Never weary raising 
 
 Praises to their King. 
 
 * The following stanza was written at the request of Sir Henry 
 Baker for H. A. & M., before the above was altered to its 
 present form ; as well as another which has been adopted by the 
 compilers of the S.P.C.K. Hymnal and the Hymnary; but I 
 prefer myself to return to the original version, with the slight 
 alterations already mentioned. 
 
 Bliss, all bliss excelling, 
 
 When the ransomed soul, 
 Earthly toils forgetting, 
 
 Finds its promised goal; 
 Where in joys unthought of, 
 
 &c., &c.
 
 In the midst of the Church will I sing praise unto Thee. 
 HKB. ii. 12. 
 
 O THOU Who dwell'st in realms of light, 
 
 " On clouds of glory seated," 
 To Thee we raise our songs of praise, 
 
 Who hast mankind created ; 
 The earth, the sea, all, all are Thine, 
 The Heavens above, Thou Power Divine, 
 All things that live, and all that move, 
 Declare alike Thy wondrous love, 
 
 And praise Thy Name for ever. 
 
 When sickness, pain, and care, and want, 
 
 Had bowed our heads with sorrow, 
 The sun at eve so darkly set, 
 
 We feared to see the morrow ; 
 Then dawn arose from misty night, 
 And fringed the threatening clouds with light ; 
 And so, before Thy glorious Throne, 
 We yield our thanks to Thee alone, 
 And praise Thy Name for ever.
 
 GENERAL THANKSGIVING. 115 
 
 Then wake, ye Christians ! Songs of praise 
 
 Like incense sweet ascending, 
 Shall reach our Great Creator's Throne, 
 
 With angel voices blending ; 
 Till tried by earth's refining fire, 
 We mount to join the Heavenly choir, 
 Where ransomed sinners, sin o'ercome, 
 Shall gather round their Father's Home, 
 
 And praise His Name for ever. 
 
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 fife. 
 
 At evening time it shall be light. ZECH. xiv. 7. 
 
 FALLING, lightly falling, 
 Every minute and hour, 
 Even the breeze in its whisper, 
 Even the daintiest shower, 
 
 Falling, lightly falling, 
 Is shaking a leaf from the bower. 
 
 Dreaming, strangely dreaming, 
 Dreaming the hours away, 
 Whilst the minutes are flitting 
 Fast, faster every day, 
 
 Dreaming, strangely dreaming, 
 Whilst death stands astride in the way. 
 
 Floating, idly floating, 
 Floating down with the stream, 
 Eddying round with the bubbles, 
 Till like the bubbles we seem, 
 
 Floating, idly floating, 
 Away as a scene in a dream.
 
 LIFE. II7 
 
 Flying, wildly flying, 
 Up in the clouds all day, 
 Up with the lark to the zenith, 
 Singing our roundelay, 
 
 Flying, wildly flying 
 Our kites, as children at play. 
 
 Turning, blindly turning 
 Over and over again, 
 Page after page of the pages 
 That sicken again on the brain, 
 
 Turning, blindly turning, 
 Our life into death with the strain. 
 
 Sailing, onward sailing, 
 Now on a motionless sea, 
 Now in the storm and the whirlwind, 
 Lost in the mystic "to-be," 
 
 Sailing, onward sailing, 
 And nought to be seen but the sea. 
 
 Changing, ever changing, 
 Light interlacing with shade, 
 Bright as the gleam on the ripples, 
 Dark as the cloud overhead, 
 
 Changing, ever changing, 
 Till dust in the dust shall be laid.
 
 n8 LIFE. 
 
 Dying, calmly dying, 
 Light on the western sky 
 Piercing the gap in the mountains, 
 Gilding the bed where I lie, 
 
 Teacheth the truth in the dying, 
 That death is not death though we die.
 
 LIFE. 
 
 119 
 
 Before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal. 
 REV. iv. 6. 
 
 WAN and weary, sad, forsaken, 
 As a tree whose branch is shaken 
 By the wintry wind that bloweth 
 Down the rivulet that floweth, 
 
 Eddying to an endless sea, 
 
 Dark as dark Eternity. 
 
 As a word that's roughly spoken 
 Breaks a heart that ne'er was broken, 
 So my spirit withered lying, 
 Seared and fallen, broken, dying, 
 
 Helpless hurries to a sea, 
 
 Vast as vast Eternity. 
 
 Yet the branch 'neath sun and shower, 
 Oft again shall bud and flower, 
 Bowed with clustered branches glowing 
 O'er the rivulet that's flowing, 
 
 Laughing to a tranquil sea, 
 
 Calm as calm Eternity.
 
 LIFE. 
 
 Wake, my heart, away with sorrow, 
 God shall send thee joy to-morrow, 
 Glowing as the fruit that gloweth 
 O'er the rivulet that floweth, 
 Sparkling to the crystal sea, 
 That compasseth Eternity.
 
 Teach me to do Thy will. Ps. cxliii. 10. 
 
 WHAT have I done ? how oft the thought 
 Wells up unbidden from the deep, 
 
 W hat have I done ? forgotten years 
 Awake weird memories from their sleep, 
 
 And, trembling on the time-worn wave, 
 
 Come back as echoes from the grave. 
 
 What have I done ? the fallen leaves 
 Lie crushed and crumpled at my door, 
 
 The shadows of the evening clouds 
 Are lengthening on an Autumn floor, 
 
 And backward from the dying sun 
 
 The question's borne " What hast thou done ?" 
 
 Shrill through the chambers of my soul 
 The winds of fifty years have blown, 
 
 I hear the rusted casements creak, 
 As Pride deserts his empty throne, 
 
 And, loth his falling power to see, 
 
 His wasted empire leaves to me.
 
 QUESTIONING. 
 
 I have lived to love, and loved to live, 
 Yet what's my life my life been worth ? 
 
 Tis sweet to have, more sweet to give, 
 To feel I'm not alone on earth ; 
 
 And if I'm not on earth alone, 
 
 Then what for others have I done ? 
 
 I asked the lark, whose heaven-born song 
 Dropped trilling from the morning sky, 
 
 I asked the blackbird on the spray, 
 I asked the brooklet babbling by, 
 
 A clear voice sang " The song we sing 
 
 Is tribute to our Heavenly King." 
 
 I asked the breezes as they blew 
 In softening sighs athwart the lea, 
 
 I asked the storm-cloud sweeping by, 
 The answer came from tower and tree, 
 
 " In storm and calm, while yet we may, 
 
 God speaks the word, and we obey." 
 
 I asked the cattle on the hills, 
 The bleatings of the wandering flock, 
 
 The earth, the air, the sea, the sky, 
 The waters tumbling from the rock, 
 
 The shadows of the wearied day 
 
 That followed on my homeward way,
 
 QUESTIONING. 123 
 
 I asked of fruit, and flower, and field, 
 And caught from all the same reply, 
 
 " From morn till eve we yearn to yield, 
 Fruit, flower, and field, abundantly, 
 
 To Him Who from His heavenly store, 
 
 The more we give, still gives the more." 
 
 And is it left to flower and field, 
 Unconscious as the air they breathe, 
 
 Whereon we press our careless feet, 
 A crown of living love to wreathe, 
 
 Whilst man stands idly by to scan 
 
 The deeds left yet undone by man ? 
 
 Shall every bird that lonely sings 
 His song beside the wandering rills, 
 
 Shall every insect's murmuring wings, 
 " The cattle on a thousand hills," 
 
 Reap blessings as they others bless 
 
 Ev'n in their very idleness ; 
 
 And man, whose throne is set on earth, 
 Before whose seat the angels stand, 
 
 Who conscious of his noble birth 
 Reigns lord of circling sea and land ; 
 
 Shall he, of all that live, alone 
 
 Leave that he hath to do, undone ?
 
 124 QUESTIONING. 
 
 Saints, prophets, martyrs, priests, and kings, 
 The noblest born, the lowliest poor, 
 
 Have left the memory of their deeds, 
 And laid them at my open door ; 
 
 Then dare I say that men have gone, 
 
 And left their work on earth undone ? 
 
 But backward comes the question still 
 
 In undertones, yet ever new, 
 Their works remain but where are mine ? 
 
 Where much is done, there's more to do, 
 Whilst idlers in the world but live 
 To mar the gifts that God doth give. 
 
 How true the trite old proverb sounds, 
 Far truer than e'er yet before, 
 
 That " Life is short," when man begins 
 Too late to fund his golden store, 
 
 And fain would sow the rocky steep, 
 
 When time it were that he should reap. 
 
 'Tis hard, my God, to gather up 
 The broken fragments of all time, 
 
 To sweep the dusted floor that's strewn 
 With memories of a wasted prime, 
 
 'Tis hard to sink, as sinks the sun, 
 
 In shrouded skies o'er work undone.
 
 QUESTIONING. I2 5 
 
 But harder yet, O Lord, to feel 
 
 The weight of long-forgotten sin ; 
 
 I pardon ask, Lord, pardon give, 
 
 And with the gift new strength to win 
 
 The grace, while life is left me, still 
 
 In all I do, to do Thy will.
 
 126 
 
 an. 
 
 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believ- 
 ing. ROM. xv. 13. 
 
 HOPE on, Hope on, the golden days 
 Are not as yet a-dawning, 
 
 The mists of night 
 
 Precede the light, 
 And usher in the morning. 
 
 Hope on, Hope on, though black the clouds, 
 Black shadows intertwining, 
 Yet calm and still, 
 O'er heath and hill, 
 The stars will soon be shining. 
 
 Hope on, Hope on, through frost and snow, 
 Through trouble, toil, and sorrow, 
 
 Through wind and rain, 
 
 And tears and pain, 
 The sun shall pierce to-morrow. 
 
 Hope on, Hope on, though friends be few, 
 And dark the way before thee, 
 A God of love 
 From Heaven above 
 Shall shed His Radiance o'er thee.
 
 I2 7 
 
 There the wicked cease from troubling ; and there the weary 
 be at rest. JOB iii. 17. 
 
 As I watched the sun at even, 
 
 Sinking in the golden west, 
 Came the sound of angel-voices 
 
 O'er the distant mountain crest, 
 " Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary be at rest." 
 
 Sweetly came those angel-voices, 
 Cheering to a heart opprest, 
 
 "In the land where we are singing, 
 In the haven of the blest, 
 
 ' There the wicked cease from troubling, 
 There the weary be at rest.' 
 
 " Listen to our joyous voices, 
 Children, leave your parent's breast ; 
 
 Ere your robes have lost their whiteness, 
 Seek the haven of the blest, 
 
 ' Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary be at rest.'
 
 i28 ANGEL-VOICES. 
 
 " Fathers, worn by guilt and sorrow, 
 Mothers, toiling and distrest, 
 
 In the fading light of evening 
 Hasten o'er the mountain crest, 
 
 ' Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary be at rest.' 
 
 " Come, ye sad and broken-hearted, 
 Sick, forsaken, and opprest, 
 
 Come and sing the song of angels 
 In the mansions of the blest, 
 
 ' Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary be at rest.' 
 
 " Here are flowers never fading, 
 
 In eternal beauty drest; 
 Here the birds, for ever singing, 
 
 Sing the glories of the blest, 
 ' Here the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary be at rest.' 
 
 " Here nor pain nor sorrow enters, 
 Anguish ne'er doth wring the breast, 
 
 All is joy, and peace, and gladness, 
 In the mansions of the blest, 
 
 'Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary be at rest.'
 
 ANGEL-VOICES. 129 
 
 " Here the Lamb enthroned in splendour, 
 North, and South, and East, and West, 
 
 Pales the sun in all its glory, 
 On the distant mountain crest, 
 
 ' Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary be at rest.' " 
 
 Thus they sang and ever singing, 
 
 Comfort to my weary breast 
 Brought those happy angel-voices 
 
 From the haven of the blest, 
 " Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary be at rest."
 
 130 
 
 So He bringeth them unto the haven where they would be. 
 Ps. cvii. 30. 
 
 HEAR ye not your Saviour calling, 
 
 Calling from the distant shore, 
 Calling o'er the troubled waters 
 
 Ever and for evermore ? 
 Trust the ocean now no longer, 
 
 Clouds are rising in the west ; 
 Come to Me, and seek the haven 
 
 Where the weary be at rest. 
 
 Peaceful are its living waters 
 
 Rippling in the golden light, 
 Brighter than a sea of crystal 
 
 With eternal Glory bright; 
 There nor sudden storm or tempest 
 
 Beats upon its tranquil shore, 
 There no sound but songs of gladness 
 
 Ever and for evermore. 
 
 Listen, for the days are fleeting, 
 Listen to your Saviour's Call, 
 
 Listen, whilst the heart is beating, 
 Ere the evening shadows fall ;
 
 THE HAVEN. 131 
 
 Listen, for His Call is louder 
 Than the loudest call of mirth ; 
 
 Listen, for His Voice is sweeter 
 Than the sweetest voice on earth. 
 
 Earthly joys are few and failing, 
 
 Waning is the summer's day, 
 See the shadows as they lengthen 
 
 Chasing evening lights away ; 
 Darkness o'er your life is creeping, 
 
 Storms are brooding in the sky, 
 Hear ye not your Saviour calling ? 
 
 Hasten to Him ere ye die. 
 
 Hasten, ere the storm that's brooding 
 
 Bursts in torrents o'er your head, 
 Ere the sun that now is setting 
 
 Setteth o'er your dying bed ; 
 Hasten, ere the leaves are fallen, 
 
 Ere the winter days are come, 
 Ere the year has lost its sweetness, 
 
 Hasten, Christian pilgrim, home. 
 
 Lost in holy contemplation, 
 
 Yearning for a Higher Sphere, 
 Learn to pass the night of sadness 
 
 Till the dawning draweth near, 
 
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 i 3 2 THE HAVEN. 
 
 Till ye hear your Saviour calling, 
 Calling from a Nearer Shore, 
 
 Having crossed the troubled waters 
 Ever and for evermore.
 
 'S3 
 
 Unto you that fear My Name shall the Sun of Righteousness 
 arise with healing in His Wings. MAL. iv. 2. 
 
 SEE the sun high heaven ascending, 
 Half his fiery course hath run, 
 
 Joy his chariot- wheels attending, 
 Till his promised work is done ; 
 
 Be your course while yet it may, 
 
 Bright as sun at bright mid-day. 
 
 Light, and life, and peace, he bringeth, 
 Land and sea his empire own, 
 
 Every bird his glory singeth, 
 Sadness reigns when he is gone ; 
 
 Be your life, while yet it may, 
 
 Pure and bright as bright mid-day. 
 
 Storms beneath him lie a-dying, 
 
 Sinks the sullen ocean swell, 
 Mark the clouds before him flying, 
 
 See his beams the mists dispel ; 
 Be your life, while yet it may, 
 Cloudless as a cloudless day.
 
 134 MID-DAY HYMN. 
 
 Then shall Light all light excelling, 
 Christ, the Sun of suns, arise, 
 
 And in humble hearts indwelling, 
 Light their pathway to the skies, 
 
 Where, when worlds have passed away, 
 
 They shall reign in endless day.
 
 ii. 
 
 In the evening, and morning, and at noonday will I pray, 
 and that instantly; and He shall hear my voice. Ps. Iv. 18. 
 
 THY love for all Thy creatures 
 
 What tongue, O God, may tell, 
 The morning, noon, and evening, 
 
 Alike our praise compel ; 
 The morning, noon, and evening, 
 
 Whene'er they rise or fall, 
 Unite to hymn Thy praises, 
 
 Great Maker of them all. 
 
 See, see, the sun in splendour 
 
 Hath lit his fires on high, 
 The farther on his journey, 
 
 The higher in the sky ; 
 And when again he sinketh 
 
 Beneath the western wave, 
 A radiant crown of glory 
 
 Shall kindle o'er his grave.
 
 136 MID-DAY HYMN. 
 
 May we to whom in mercy 
 
 A brighter light is given, 
 The farther on our journey, 
 
 The nearer be to Heaven ; 
 And when the shades of evening 
 
 Shall lengthen o'er our heads, 
 May rays of heavenly glory 
 
 Illume our dying beds. 
 
 Shine ! shine ! Thou Sun Eternal, 
 
 And cast a ray Divine 
 On those who hymn Thy praises, 
 
 Both now, and ever, Thine ; 
 For then no cloud of evening 
 
 Shall gather round the past, 
 But Thou, O Christ, shalt light us 
 
 Safe Home, safe Home at last.
 
 137 
 
 The Lord shall be thine Everlasting Light. Is. be. 20. 
 
 THE radiant morn hath passed away, 
 
 And spent too soon her golden store, 
 The shadows of departing day 
 
 Creep on once more. 
 
 Our life is but a fading dawn, 
 
 Its glorious noon how quickly past; 
 Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone, 
 Safe Home at last. 
 
 Oh ! by Thy soul-inspiring grace 
 
 Uplift our hearts to realms on High ; 
 Help us to look to that Bright Place 
 Beyond the sky, 
 
 Where Light, and Life, and Joy, and Peace, 
 
 In undivided empire reign, 
 And thronging angels never cease 
 
 Their deathless strain ; 
 
 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, 
 
 And evening shadows never fall, 
 Where Thou, Eternal Light of Light, 
 Art Lord of all.
 
 138 
 
 fourifr Stait^ f0r % Pgmtt 0f 
 
 "The day is past and over." 
 
 And when again the morning 
 
 Pours forth its joyous ray, 
 Then send Thy Holy Angels 
 
 To guide me on my way ; 
 And keep me ever in Thy sight 
 From night to morn and morn to night.
 
 139 
 
 Jf0I|r Ba 
 
 Go ye therefore and teach all nations, &c. MATT, xxviii. 19. 
 
 In the Name of God the Father, 
 
 In the Name of God the Son, 
 With the Everliving Spirit, 
 
 The Eternal Three in One, 
 Child of man, and born in sin, 
 
 Knocking at the gates of Heaven, 
 Seeking grace to enter in, 
 
 Grace through Christ to be forgiven ; 
 We tread the path our fathers trod, 
 And seal thee here a child of God. 
 
 Washed beneath the mystic waters, 
 
 May thy soul rise pure and bright, 
 Cleansed by God's Eternal Spirit, 
 
 Clothed in robes of Heavenly light ; 
 Free to tread where Christ hath trod, 
 
 From the guilt of Adam free ; 
 Born but now reborn of God, 
 
 Child of Christian liberty, 
 We stamp the cross upon thy brow, 
 The cross, a sign of freedom now.
 
 140 HOLY BAPTISM. 
 
 Christ hath claimed thee for His soldier, - 
 
 Taking then the shield of faith, 
 Fight beneath His glorious banner, 
 
 Fight 'gainst Satan to the death ; 
 Fear no foeman in the field, 
 
 " Forward" be thy battle cry, 
 Safe beneath that wondrous shield, 
 
 Till the final victory 
 Shall place the crown upon the brow 
 That bears the cross so bravely now.
 
 This do in remembrance of Me. LUKE xxii. 19. 
 
 ALL ye who seek a rest Above, 
 
 Oh ! hear ye not your Saviour's call ? 
 
 A call of peace, a call of love, 
 The best and truest call of all, 
 
 " Ye heavy-laden, come partake ; 
 
 My Body's broken for your sake." 
 
 Doubt not ! it is your Saviour's voice, 
 Of Him Who wills that all should live ; 
 
 Doubt not ! The heavens and earth rejoice 
 That God His Own Dear Son should give, 
 
 The ransomed sinner's sinless price, 
 
 The Lamb, a Spotless Sacrifice. 
 
 Let memory turn to ages past, 
 
 And that dark hour with tears recal, 
 
 Our Saviour Christ betrayed at last, 
 And led to Pilate's judgment-hall ; 
 
 Our " Prophet, Priest, and King " denied, 
 
 Mocked, scourged, condemned, and crucified.
 
 142 HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 It is our Saviour calling now, 
 
 The Same Who died upon the tree ; 
 Who, ere He filled the cup of woe, 
 
 In mercy said, " Remember Me ;" 
 Again He calls, " In faith partake ; 
 My Body's broken for your sake." 
 
 A dying brother's parting word 
 
 The hardest heart can scarce deny; 
 
 Deny not then your dying Lord, 
 Nor pass His Holy Table by; 
 
 But hasten, lay your burden down, 
 
 And win through Him a Heavenly Crown.
 
 143 
 
 lurkl of 
 
 Them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him. 
 i THRSS. iv. 14. 
 
 ASLEEP in Jesus ! wondrous sleep 
 Of those whose eyes have ceased to weep 
 For deeds done ill, and deeds not done, 
 Ere yet their race on earth was run. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! happy sleep 
 For those who sow in tears to reap, 
 Whose sorrows past and struggles o'er, 
 Now rest in Him for evermore. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! 
 For them e'en angels cease to weep, 
 What need their guardian watch to keep 
 O'er those who sleep so sweet a sleep ? 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! happy he 
 Whose sleep at last in Him shall be, 
 Whose waking dream it is to lie 
 Asleep, his Saviour watching nigh.
 
 144 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! happy they 
 
 Who wake on that Eternal Day, 
 
 To share, with those whom God shall bring, 
 
 The glories of His triumphing. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! who can weep 
 For those who sleep so calm a sleep ? 
 Then let the living for the dead 
 In Christ, by Christ be comforted. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! none can tell 
 The joys of those He loves so well ; 
 Then, Holy Jesu, grant that we 
 May, dying, fall asleep in Thee.
 
 145 
 
 Death is swallowed up in victory. i Cor. xv. 54. 
 
 O DEATH, them art no more, 
 
 Thou too, O Death, art dead ; 
 The path man trod before 
 
 Thyself must tread. 
 
 O Death, thou art no more, 
 
 For Christ, the lost to save, 
 Hath opened wide the door, 
 
 And left the grave ; 
 
 In dying, thee hath slain, 
 
 In living, life hath given, 
 And rending Hell in twain, 
 
 Hath opened Heaven. 
 
 Then, Christian, cease to weep, ' 
 
 Shed now no hopeless tear, 
 A little while of sleep, 
 
 And morn is near ; 
 
 The morn that knows no night, 
 
 In realms of cloudless day, 
 Where glorious saints in light 
 Their homage pay. 
 L
 
 i 4 6 THE VICTORY. 
 
 Weep not ! the gate of life 
 
 Henceforth is dreaded death ; 
 The end of life-long strife 
 
 Our dying breath. 
 
 Weep not ! the victory's won ; 
 Away with doubts and fears, 
 Christ when our work is done 
 Will dry our tears.
 
 147 
 
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 Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. REV. xiv. 13. 
 
 BENEATH our feet the dead are sleeping, 
 The green sod o'er them lightly prest ; 
 
 Whilst weary hearts above are weeping, 
 That those they love are gone to rest. 
 
 Yet why should we be worn with sorrow, 
 Whilst watching by their lowly bed, 
 
 Since we perhaps before to-morrow 
 May sleep beside the happy dead ? 
 
 Ay ! happy ! for their sorrow's over r 
 And e'en the turf we'd fain remove, 
 
 O'erspreads a roof their cares to cover, 
 And shields them from the world above. 
 
 Fair strings of pearls they left behind them, 
 Stored deep in memory's calm retreat ; 
 
 Around our brows then let us bind them, 
 Nor tread them down beneath our feet. 
 
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 i 4 8 THOUGHTS IN A CHURCHYARD. 
 
 The way of life in meekness learning, 
 
 Their souls ne'er cloyed with worldly leaven, 
 
 With lamps 'mid darkness brightly burning, 
 They died to earth, and lived for Heaven. 
 
 Then cease, ye mourners, cease your weeping, 
 They toil no more by care opprest ; 
 
 Mourn not for them, they now are sleeping 
 The happy sleep of saints at rest.
 
 149 
 
 GROWING AMONGST THE BRANCHES OF A YEW 
 IN LOUGHTON CHURCHYARD. 
 
 He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like 
 the garden of the Lord. Is. li. 3. 
 
 HIGH over the graves 
 
 The yew-tree waves, 
 Dank and dark as the sod underneath, 
 
 The lowering yew 
 
 With its tears of dew 
 Drops heavily over the chambers of death. 
 
 And the mourners pass 
 
 O'er the well-trod grass, 
 Bitterly weeping for those that are gone, 
 
 Their cheeks wet with tears 
 
 Of those by-gone years, 
 Which have left them for ever to sorrow alone. 
 
 And the yew-tree waves 
 O'er the fresh-made graves, 
 
 Where the brother his sister has laid ; 
 And the young mother weeps 
 For the darling that sleeps 
 
 Her last quiet sleep in its desolate shade.
 
 i 5 o HIGH OVER THE GRAVES. 
 
 But blossoming there 
 
 In the moist blue air, 
 And lovingly throwing its green arms round, 
 
 The wild briar rose 
 
 Fresh fragrancy throws 
 
 On the grass that's scarce grown on the grave- 
 strewn ground. 
 
 A memory meet 
 
 Of the fragrancy sweet 
 
 They shed whilst on earth on the scenes of their 
 pain ; 
 
 A star in its flight 
 
 To those gardens of light, 
 In which they shall one day blossom again.
 
 In the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, .... 
 Gather the wheat into my barn. MATT. xiii. 30. 
 
 SHE is gone to the land whence the white reapers 
 
 come, 
 
 To gather the corn that is full in the ear, 
 And lay it in store till the last Harvest Home, 
 When the Lord of the Harvest Himself shall 
 appear. 
 
 Toil, trouble, and care had been sown in the 
 
 field, 
 
 And ripened its seed with the ripening grain ; 
 The thorn and the thistle that grew side by side, 
 
 / 
 
 Were watered alike by the dew and the rain. 
 
 The thorn and the thistle lie soddened and soiled, 
 To be trod underfoot by the lone passer-by ; 
 
 The grain that had grown on the same furrowed 
 
 field, 
 Is gathered and garnered by angels on High.
 
 152 GOD'S BARN. 
 
 No memory now of the tears that are shed, 
 The cares and the sorrows lie low in the sod, 
 
 The faith and the love and the works of a life, 
 Are ripened and stored in the barn of her God. 
 
 May He Who's the One loving Father of all, 
 Who watches o'er all with His tenderest care, 
 
 Send His angels from Heaven when our Harvest 
 
 is ripe, 
 And gather us in to be harvested there.
 
 I SAW A VISION. 153 
 
 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. Rev. vii. 17. 
 
 I SAW a vision in the night, 
 
 A ransomed soul had taken flight. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 The spirit had the body rent, 
 And left its earthly tenement. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And angels from the upper air 
 Came, caught, and clasped, and bore it there. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Their voices echoing through the skies, 
 " Ope wide the gates of Paradise. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 " A saintly spirit washed from sin, 
 Through Christ would crave to enter in." 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Then hark ! the answering hosts reply 
 In notes of heavenly harmony, 
 
 Hallelujah !
 
 154 I SAW A VISION. 
 
 Bright spirit come, in Jesu blest, 
 Come, enter thou thy promised rest. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Thro' tribulation, toil, and pain 
 Thou hast fought the fight, and not in vain. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 The cross is stamped upon thy brow, 
 The cross a crown of glory now. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Come rest with saints unnumbered, rest, 
 A witness to that cross confest. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Come rest till that last dawn shall break, 
 When earth shall earth with joy forsake. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And that frail form once torn with pain 
 Shall rise to claim its own again. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And in the boundless realms of light 
 With thee, bright spirit, reunite. 
 
 Hallelujah !
 
 I SAW A VISION. 155 
 
 The mortal now no more to die, 
 To put on immortality. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And mount through spheres and worlds unknown, 
 To the Almighty Father's Throne. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Where saints their joy on joys prolong 
 In cadence of unwearied song. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Till Heaven's o'erarching ceilings ring 
 With praises to th' Eternal King ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, ' 
 'Mid myriads of the heavenly host ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 The Everlasting One in Three, 
 Who gave to them the victory 
 O'er Satan, sin, and death. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Amen.
 
 156 
 
 ' gags. 
 
 Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom 
 of their Father. MATT. xiii. 43. 
 
 THE evening light is streaming 
 
 Athwart the western sky, 
 In joyous beauty gleaming, 
 
 All loth as yet to die ; 
 On yonder distant mountain, 
 
 On cliff, and crag, and spire, 
 To where the golden fountain 
 
 Pours down in liquid fire. 
 
 Thus tells the sun his story, 
 
 As evening shadows creep, 
 When in a sea of glory 
 
 He slowly sinks to sleep ; 
 All lesser lights excelling, 
 
 He streams o'er heath and hill, 
 With parting ray foretelling 
 
 A brighter morning still. 
 
 So Saints whose words have lighted 
 The hearts of young and old, 
 
 And brought to souls benighted 
 The news of joys untold ;
 
 SAINTS' DAYS. i S7 
 
 When all the ties that bound them 
 
 To those on earth are riven, 
 The night that closes round them 
 
 Foretells a morn in Heaven.
 
 . Cjwmas 
 
 Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen Me, 
 thou hast believed; blessed are they that have not seen, and yet 
 have believed. JOHN xx. 29. 
 
 ONE human soul recalled by Christ 
 Returned, but with returning breath 
 
 Told not of what it is to die, 
 
 But passing o'er it silently, 
 
 In silence solved the mystery 
 
 Of death in life, and life in death. 
 
 But Who this mighty wonder wrought 
 Had followed Lazarus to the grave, 
 
 And He Who raised the dead had died, 
 
 And Hell her mouth had opened wide 
 
 In scorn to claim the Crucified, 
 
 The Saviour Who had failed to save. 
 
 Dark doublings then in many hearts, 
 Sad searchings with the faithful few, 
 
 Their much-loved Lord had gone, and they 
 
 Could now but wait and watch and pray 
 
 In patience for returning day, 
 
 To launch their bark on life anew.
 
 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 159 
 
 The night of that dark afternoon 
 
 Still hung in sadness o'er His grave, 
 There lay the thoughts He loved to share, 
 The Life that theirs had made so fair, 
 There all they ever had, and there 
 What now they never more could have. 
 
 The sun had set on Judah's hills, 
 
 And night in sullen silence frowned 
 On palace, citadel, and tower, 
 Lone fragments of a wasted power, 
 The knell of whose departing hour 
 Rang out with no uncertain sound. 
 
 The olives stood on Olivet, 
 
 Dumb mourners in their tearless grief, 
 O'er the lone city as it lay, 
 Deserted by expiring day, 
 And watching ere it died away, 
 
 Blushed crimson in each quivering leaf. 
 
 But soon, in Eastern radiance clad, 
 Morn up the mountain ridges ran, 
 
 And dreaming night fled far away 
 
 Beyond the western sea, and day 
 
 Shone o'er the land once more, for aye 
 Made sacred by the shame of man.
 
 160 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 
 
 A day of sadness, gloom, and grief, 
 And yet of silent hope within 
 
 The hearts of those who saw Him die, 
 
 Yet deemed that in His agony 
 
 He'd struck the chord of Victory, 
 And saved a world from sin. 
 
 And when another morn had rolled 
 
 Her misty shroud from off the scene, 
 From lip to lip the rumour ran, 
 That Death had loosed her grasp on man, 
 And Christ had, ere the day began, 
 Appeared to Mary Magdalene. 
 
 But " idle tales !" the sun his grave 
 
 Might make in yonder mirror 1 d sea, 
 And rise new-born new life to give ; 
 But man ! could man from earth revive, 
 And sun-like rise, self-raised, to live 
 On earth once more ? It could not be. 
 
 Vain thought ! was this the widest breach 
 
 That man's poor puny mind could span, 
 At morn, the climbing up the steep, 
 A noon an eve and then a sleep 
 Beneath a dark unfathomed deep 
 The last long, long, long sleep of man ?
 
 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 161 
 
 Was this the goal of all the past, 
 
 The mark of twice two thousand years ; 
 
 Where were the prophecies, and where 
 
 The hopes that in their hopeless prayer, 
 
 As sunbeams in the winter air, 
 
 Pierced through the blinding mist of tears ? 
 
 Awake once more ! They did but sleep, 
 Borne to and fro, and in and out, 
 
 As eddies in a fretful stream, 
 
 A restless slumber, soon to seem 
 
 But fragments of a broken dream 
 
 Too dark for truth, too true for doubt. 
 
 For as they mourned and wept, Himself, 
 E'en Jesus, stood, unchanged, unmoved, 
 
 The same calm eye its living ray 
 
 Of love forth sent, the same to-day 
 
 As ever, yesterday, and aye, 
 
 The same Beloving and Beloved. 
 
 Strange, wondrous sight ! but yestereve 
 Had seen the sky with black o'ercast, 
 
 Then the dark watches of the night, 
 
 A dawn a day and now a Light, 
 
 Of lights above all others bright, 
 Burst in upon the darkling past.
 
 162 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 
 
 What mingled thoughts of love and awe, 
 As now the sounds of mourning cease ; 
 They see their Saviour standing there, 
 The living answer to their prayer, 
 With all save one, their joy to share, 
 
 And hear the whispered word of " Peace." 
 
 With all save one ! praise God for him 
 Whose doubt gave birth to larger faith ; 
 
 And from whose weakness rose a wall 
 
 Of strength to others, and to all 
 
 Who should hereafter Jesus call 
 
 Their Lord and Master e'en to death. 
 
 For could ere this ought else be said ? 
 
 Death called, and man obeyed the call ; 
 The burden borne on every tongue, 
 In still unchanging changes rung, 
 And death undying closer clung, 
 
 And reigned in terror over all. 
 
 But would the grave give up her dead, 
 
 Since Christ the Lord of life had died ? 
 The riddle was unravelled then 
 E'en to His doubting servant, when 
 He heard his Saviour's voice again, 
 And thrust his finger in His side.
 
 S. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 163 
 
 Up faltering hearts ! away with fear, 
 For honest doubt but breedeth faith, 
 
 And thoughts divided by the strain, 
 
 As torrent waters rent in twain, 
 
 But part, in Christ to meet again, 
 And share His triumph over death ; 
 
 The blessing that He left behind 
 
 On those who, though they could not see, 
 
 Should yet believe, is thine and mine, 
 
 The parting ray of Light Divine, 
 
 Left by Eternal Love to shine 
 On struggling myriads yet to be. 
 
 The worst is o'er ! Take heart and pray, 
 As bending low beneath the rod, 
 
 No longer left to fight alone, 
 
 That thou may'st know as thou art known, 
 
 And, gazing on His glorious Throne, 
 With Thomas cry, " My Lord, my God." 
 
 M 2
 
 i6 4 
 
 I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the under- 
 standing also. i COR. xiv. 15. 
 
 LET our happy voices rise, 
 Soaring to our God on High, 
 
 Upwards pouring through the skies 
 Notes of heavenly harmony. 
 
 Come, ye neighbours, join our choir, 
 Let the vaulted ceilings ring, 
 
 Higher still and ever higher, 
 With loud anthems to our King. 
 
 Young and old together come, 
 Hearts as well as voices bring ; 
 
 Till He call us to our Home, 
 Here on earth His glories sing. 
 
 Tuning thus our voices here, 
 
 Breathing heavenly melody, 
 May we, death o'ercome, appear 
 
 Hymning with the choirs on High,
 
 CHORISTERS' HYMN. r 6 5 
 
 Hymning to His endless praise, 
 When our work on earth is done, 
 
 And with angel legions raise 
 Hallelujahs round His Throne.
 
 i66 
 
 Cfrarrb omttmiwn Hiram. 
 
 Q O i&F '-O 
 
 But will God indeed dwell on the earth ? i KINGS viii. 27. 
 
 O THOU who sitt'st enthroned above all worlds 
 
 both great and small, 
 Who in the boundless realms of space hast made 
 
 and placed them all; 
 Who art from countless ages past, for ages yet to 
 
 be, 
 
 Shalt ever live and reign on High, o'er all eternally; 
 Whilst those who by Thy power were made, still 
 
 by Thy bounty live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 The Heaven of heavens cannot contain, much less 
 
 this house of ours, 
 Thy great and glorious Majesty; though buttresses 
 
 and towers, 
 Upraised by willing hearts and hands for willing 
 
 hearts to pray, 
 Shall echo round Thy praises; yet whene'er by 
 
 night or day,
 
 CHURCH CONSECRATION HYMN. 167 
 
 Those, Lord, who fain would serve Thee well, thus 
 
 in Thy service live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 When mothers bring their helpless babes in loving 
 
 faith to Thee, 
 Almighty Father, Heavenly King, Eternal One in 
 
 Three, 
 Pour down Thy Holy Spirit here, wash every sin 
 
 away, 
 And stamp Thy seal upon their brows, as all before 
 
 Thee pray ; 
 Whilst those who trust their all to Thee, in faith 
 
 and love would live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 When sinners, wearied with the load of oft-repeated 
 
 sin, 
 Knock meekly at Thy temple gates, and crave to 
 
 enter in, 
 And bending lowly on their knees, though sore 
 
 oppressed with guilt, 
 For mercy cry, "Have mercy, Lord, do with us 
 
 what Thou wilt:"
 
 i68 CHURCH CONSECRATION HYMN. 
 
 When those who thus for mercy cry, in hope of 
 
 mercy live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 When crowds shall gather round Thy courts, or 
 
 worshippers be few, 
 Who deep in adoration fall, with loving hearts and 
 
 true, 
 To celebrate with prayer and praise the mysteries 
 
 Divine, 
 And joy to feel their spirits draw nearer and 
 
 nearer Thine ; 
 When those who thus come near to Thee, would 
 
 ever nearer live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 And when the last long sleep hath laid some much- 
 loved form to rest, 
 
 To wait the Resurrection morn in Paradise the 
 blest, 
 
 Until that glorious dawn shall break, when they 
 who sleep alone, 
 
 And they who sorrow round the grave, shall meet 
 before Thy Throne ;
 
 CHURCH CONSECRATION HYMN. 169 
 
 * O Mighty Victor over death, O Life of all that 
 
 live, 
 Hear Thou in Heaven, Thy dwelling-place, and 
 
 hearing, Lord, forgive. 
 
 * I am indebted for this fine line to the Rev. Dr. Dykes of 
 S. Oswald's, Durham, by whom the hymn has been set to music.
 
 170 
 
 Cjntrrjjgarfr ([tester aiimi 
 
 That which thou sowest is not quickened except it die. 
 i COR. xv. 36. 
 
 BENEATH the Church's hallowed shade, 
 
 We consecrate, O Lord, to Thee 
 This plot of ground, wherein to lay 
 
 The remnants of mortality ; 
 That they who bear upon their brows * 
 
 The cross that Thou, O Christ, hast borne, 
 May here the cross above their graves 
 
 Await the Resurrection morn. 
 
 Away from busy haunts of men, 
 
 Where death shall plough, and death shall sow, 
 But ne'er shall reap the grain he sows> 
 
 For other reapers left to grow, 
 Until the great-world-harvest field 
 
 With ripened grain is whitened o'er, 
 And " white-winged " reapers come to reap 
 
 And gather in their golden store.
 
 CHURCHYARD CONSECRATION HYMN. 171 
 
 Days, months, and years will soon be gone, 
 
 Our sun e'en now is sinking low, 
 Break up, O Lord, our fallow ground, 
 
 With heavenly seed the furrows sow ; 
 Rain down on all Thy quickening grace, 
 
 That when Thou com'st on earth again, 
 The Angel-reapers here may reap 
 
 A hundredfold of ripened grain.
 
 I 7 2 
 
 Praise God in His sanctuary Praise Him with 
 
 stringed instruments and organs. Ps. cl. i, 4. 
 
 HARK ! hark ! the organ loudly peals, 
 
 Our thankful hearts inviting, 
 To sing our Great Creator's praise, 
 Both rich and poor uniting ; 
 Ye heavens and earth rejoice, 
 And every heart and voice 
 Your joyous strains upraise, 
 In notes of endless praise, 
 Before His Throne for ever. 
 
 Hark ! hark ! the organ loudly peals, 
 
 Our thankful hearts inviting, 
 To sing the praise of Christ our King, 
 Both rich and poor uniting, 
 Who left His Throne on High, 
 And lowly came to die, 
 That we from earth might rise 
 To realms beyond the skies, 
 And live with Him for ever.
 
 AN ORGAN HYMN. 173 
 
 Hark ! hark ! the organ loudly peals, 
 
 Our thankful hearts inviting, 
 To sing the Holy Spirit's praise, 
 Both rich and poor uniting ; 
 Who bids us flee from sin, 
 And makes us pure within, 
 Till warmed with heavenly love, 
 We yearn to sing above 
 Sweet songs of praise for ever. 
 
 Hark ! hark ! the organ loudly peals, 
 
 Our thankful hearts inviting, 
 To high upraise our songs of praise, 
 Both rich and poor uniting, 
 To God the father, Son, 
 And Spirit, Three in One; 
 Till soaring high and higher, 
 We join the Heavenly choir 
 Before His Throne for ever.
 
 174 
 
 For all shall know Me, from the least to the greatest. HEB. 
 viii. it. 
 
 WHAT tongue can tell Thy wondrous love, 
 Thy wondrous love to man below, 
 
 That made Thee leave Thy Throne above, 
 That sin-defiled man might know, 
 
 And ever find, O Christ, in Thee 
 
 His pledge of Immortality. 
 
 For every day our praises rise, 
 And every day we bow the knee, 
 
 And whilst we sing, the listening skies 
 Bend down in silent sympathy, 
 
 As now we journey on our way, 
 
 The children of Eternal Day. 
 
 Yet sin o'er myriad human souls 
 E'en now its darkling shadow flings, 
 
 And Satan proudly conquering rolls 
 His chariot wheels o'er captive kings, 
 
 Whilst wondering nations, gathering, meet 
 
 To scatter tribute at His feet.
 
 MISSIONS. 175 
 
 Then send Thy Holy Spirit down 
 
 On those who hear, and those who preach, 
 
 That far and near, o'er land and sea, 
 Thy word may other nations reach, 
 
 That they who bow to wood and stone 
 
 May bow to Thee, and Thee alone. 
 
 Till every people under heaven, 
 And we who sing Thy praises now, 
 
 May know and feel the wondrous love 
 That Thou dost bear to man below, 
 
 Thy wondrous love for man, the love 
 
 That serves on earth, but reigns Above.
 
 I 7 6 
 
 Jp0me Ijws SHUTS. 
 
 Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my 
 brethren, ye have done it unto Me. MATT. xxv. 40. 
 
 HEAR ye not the voice of weeping 
 
 Nearer, clearer, than before, 
 Can it be that we are sleeping, 
 
 Whilst the foe is at our door, 
 Whilst the foe his watch is keeping 
 
 Keeping at our very door ? 
 
 Sickness, sadness, sin, and sorrow, 
 Hear ye not the children's cry, 
 
 Can it be that still " to-morrow " 
 Still " to-morrow " " by-and-by " 
 
 " Time enough to help to-morrow "- 
 "Time enough" is still the cry? 
 
 Hungry, thirsty, poor, forsaken, 
 
 Hunger gnawing at the core, 
 Can it be we ne'er awaken 
 
 To the hunger at our door, 
 To the sick, the sad forsaken, 
 
 And the hungry at our door ?
 
 HOME MISSIONS. i 77 
 
 Closely linked to one another 
 Human weal and human woe, 
 
 Can it be that brother brother 
 Should but know him but to know, 
 
 All his sorrows one the other, 
 And to leave him to his foe ? 
 
 Children crying in the city, 
 Crying for the children's bread, 
 
 Can it be that pity's pity 
 E'en that pity's self is dead, 
 
 E'en the pity for the children 
 Crying for the children's bread ? 
 
 Brother sister, sister brother, 
 Grovelling in the haunts of sin, 
 
 Can it be that one the other 
 Ne'er will stretch a hand to win, 
 
 Brother sister, sister brother, 
 From the foulest haunts of sin ? 
 
 Love is strong, ay ! love is stronger, 
 Stronger than aught else beside, 
 
 Lingering yet it lasteth longer, 
 Longer, Lord, whate'er betide, 
 
 Waxeth stronger, lasteth longer, 
 Longer than aught else beside.
 
 i 7 8 HOME MISSIONS. 
 
 Bind us with the love that bindeth 
 Closer as the years unroll, 
 
 He is truly great who findeth 
 
 Broken hearts to make them whole, 
 
 Loves to feel the love that bindeth 
 Heart to heart, and soul to soul. 
 
 Holy Jesu, mark us kneeling, 
 
 Send us from Thy Throne on High 
 
 Grace and strength to aid in healing 
 Brothers in their misery, 
 
 Brothers in their need appealing 
 To a brother's sympathy.
 
 179 
 
 And they brought unto Him all sick people and 
 
 He healed them. Matt. iv. 24. 
 
 THOU to whom the sick and dying 
 Ever came, nor came in vain, 
 
 Still with healing words replying 
 To the wearied cry of pain ; 
 
 Hear us, Jesu, as we meet 
 
 Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 
 
 Every care and every sorrow, 
 
 Be it great, or be it small, 
 Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
 
 When where'er it may befal, 
 Lay we humbly at Thy feet, 
 Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 
 
 Still the weary, sick, and dying 
 Need a brother's, sister's care, 
 
 On Thy higher help relying 
 May we now their burden share, 
 
 Bringing all our offerings meet 
 
 Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 
 
 N 2
 
 i3o A HOSPITAL HYMN. 
 
 May each child of Thine be willing, 
 Willing both in hand and heart, 
 
 All the law of love fulfilling, 
 Ever comfort to impart, 
 
 Ever bringing offerings meet 
 
 Suppliant to Thy mercy-seat. 
 
 Then shall sickness, sin, and sadness 
 To Thy healing power yield, 
 
 Till the sick and sad in gladness 
 
 Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed, 
 
 One in Thee together meet, 
 
 Pardoned at Thy judgment-seat.
 
 , C0ittetts, Ij0ml Jfesitbuls, 
 fa. 
 
 O go your way into His gates with thanksgiving, and into 
 His courts with praise. Ps. c. 3. 
 
 O SING to the Lord with a psalm of thanksgiving. 
 
 For great is His wisdom, and great is His love, 
 Your voices raise heavenward, that angels, descend- 
 ing, 
 
 May join in our chorus and bear it above. 
 
 To Christ our song is raised to-day, 
 To Christ the Everlasting King, 
 
 To Him let all their homage pay, 
 To Him their sweetest anthem sing, 
 For evermore. 
 
 Priests, Prophets, and Martyrs have trodden be- 
 
 fore us ; 
 The path that we tread too our fathers have 
 
 trod, 
 
 The path deeply worn by the feet of the pilgrims 
 Who have journey'd on earth to the throne of 
 their God. 
 
 To Christ our song, &c.
 
 1 82 SYNODS, CONFERENCES, &c. 
 
 The path of the Church, the loved heirloom of 
 
 ages, 
 
 The Church of the cottage, the palace, and throne, 
 The Church that is built on Apostles and Prophets, 
 Christ Jesus Himself being Chief Corner-Stone. 
 To Christ our song, &c. 
 
 As brothers in Christ we are banded together, 
 New light and new life to ingather in love ; 
 
 May God's Holy Spirit, in radiance descending, 
 Illumine our hearts with His truth from above. 
 To Christ our song, &c. 
 
 * March ! march ! then in faith, for the angels are 
 
 watching, 
 Prayer, praise, and thanksgiving to bear to His 
 
 throne, 
 
 Our prayer for His Spirit, to guide in the council, 
 Our praise and thanksgiving for all He hath 
 done. 
 
 To Christ our song, &c. 
 
 Then sing to the Lord, whilst the day is before us, 
 Each voice be uplifted to join in the strain, 
 
 Till nave, aisle, and chancel re-echo in chorus 
 Our song of thanksgiving again and again. 
 
 * This verse may be omitted when sung at other times than 
 Synods and Conferences.
 
 SYNODS, CONFERENCES, &c. 183 
 
 To Christ our song is raised to-day, 
 To Christ the Everlasting King, 
 
 To Him let all their homage pay, 
 To Him their sweetest anthems sing, 
 For evermore.
 
 184 
 
 gismissal JSpm, Jfrhnbb 
 
 That they all may be one ; as Thou, Father, art in Me, and 
 I in Thee, that they also may be one in Us. S. JOHN xvii. 21. 
 
 GOD the Father, God the Son, 
 Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
 Now our hallowed task is done, 
 
 And our prayer is prayed ; 
 Listen as to Thee we raise 
 This our thankful hymn of praise, 
 Ere the sun's declining rays 
 
 Deepen into shade. 
 
 One, O Lord, we meet to-day, 
 One in heart and voice to pray, 
 Soon to bend our peaceful way 
 
 Homeward with the sun ; 
 May the bonds of living love 
 Bind us closer as we move 
 Onward to our Home above, 
 
 When our day is done.
 
 DISMISSAL HYMN. 
 
 One we meet to pray and sing 
 Praises to our Heavenly King ; 
 Lord, in this and everything, 
 
 Make us one in Thee. 
 One in heart, and one in mind, 
 One in fellowship combined, 
 Seeking good in all to find, 
 
 Good in all to see. 
 
 One from rise to set of sun, 
 
 One, our working day, and one, 
 
 When our day of work is done, 
 
 In our Home above ; 
 One with all we love the most, 
 Praising, with the Angel-host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One in Heavenly love.
 
 1 86 
 
 The Lord shall give His people the blessing of peace. 
 Ps. xxix. 10. 
 
 PEACE, blessed peace, sweet child of love, 
 Best gift that is, or e'er can be 
 
 To man below from God above ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 Life, hurrying life, is all too short, 
 That man with man should not agree, 
 
 The good, if gained, too dearly bought ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 When war her screaming clarion blows, 
 Keep us who sing Thy praises free 
 
 From inward terrors, outward foes ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 When gathering squadrons meet in strife, 
 And passions reign o'er land and sea, 
 
 When nations grapple life for life, 
 Da pacem nobis Domine.
 
 PEACE. 187 
 
 Let peace in all our houses reign, 
 And in our hearts enthroned be, 
 
 Till sun, and moon, and stars shall wane, 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 Peace lightens every home within, 
 And bringing joy to bond and free, 
 
 It winneth all, that all may win ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 Sweet Plenty follows in her train, 
 
 And gathers fruit from flower and tree, 
 
 Beneath her tread Earth smiles again ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 One Lord, one Faith, one Hope for all ; 
 
 So may we all be one in Thee, 
 Until we hear Thy midnight call, 
 
 Da pacem nobis Domine. 
 
 Give peace to all on earth beneath, 
 Whate'er betide, our song shall be, 
 
 Our song in life, our prayer in death ; 
 Da pacem nobis Domine.
 
 of 
 
 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit 
 be in the vines ; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the 
 fields shall yield no meat ; the flock shall be cut off from the 
 fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls ; yet I will 
 rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my Salvation. 
 HAB. iii. 17, 18. 
 
 THOU that sendest sun and rain, 
 
 Ruling over land and sea, 
 May we ne'er of Thee complain, 
 
 Whatsoe'er our lot may be. 
 
 Whether sun or rain in turn 
 Ripen or destroy the grain, 
 
 May we still this lesson learn, 
 Ne'er to murmur or complain. 
 
 Fewer flocks, or fewer herds, 
 Scanty though our store may be, 
 
 Still we seem to hear Thy words, 
 " Trust, ye faithful, trust in Me." 
 
 All we have, we know, is Thine, 
 Thine to give and take away ; 
 
 Feed us then with food Divine, 
 Feed us this and every day.
 
 TIMES OF SCARCITY. 189 
 
 Thus as changeful seasons bring 
 Wealth or want, whiche'er it be ; 
 
 Uncomplaining still we'll sing, 
 Simply trusting all to Thee.
 
 Saikr's 
 
 When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee. 
 Is. xliii. 2. 
 
 THE ocean hath no* danger 
 
 For those whose prayers are made 
 To Him Who in a manger 
 
 A helpless Babe was laid ; 
 Who, born to tribulation, 
 
 And every human ill, 
 Yet, Lord of His Creation, 
 
 The wildest waves can still. 
 
 If fierce the tempest round us, 
 
 And white the angry deep, 
 Yet He, Whose love hath found us, 
 
 Will still His treasure keep ; 
 Nor wind nor wave can harm us, 
 
 Though hope itself grow dim, 
 No tempest need alarm us, 
 
 If peace we seek in Him. 
 
 Though life itself be waning, 
 And waves shall o'er us sweep, 
 
 The wild wind's sad complaining 
 Shall lull us still to sleep ;
 
 THE SAILOR'S HYMN. 191 
 
 For as a gentle slumber 
 
 E'en death itself shall prove, 
 
 To those whom Christ doth number 
 As worthy of His Love. 
 
 Then, Holy Jesu, hear us, 
 
 And keep us free from harm, 
 Have pity, Lord, and bear us 
 
 On Thy supporting Ann. 
 Should storm or calm befal us, 
 
 Whate'er our lot may be, 
 When all is o'er, then call us 
 
 Home, Saviour, Home to Thee.
 
 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A day for which a world must weep 66 
 
 Again the Church's year hath run its round ... 26 
 
 All that's good, and great, and true 108 
 
 All ye who seek a rest Above 141 
 
 And now 'mid myriad worlds enthroned .... 19 
 
 And when again the morning ...... 138 
 
 As Christ our Saviour's gone before ..... 71 
 
 As I watched the sun at even 127 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! wondrous sleep ..... 143 
 
 Beneath our feet the dead are sleeping .... 147 
 
 Beneath the Church's hallowed shade .... 170 
 Blessed Saviour, Thou hast taught us . . .40 
 
 Blot out our sins of old 42 
 
 Cast away the works of darkness ..... 24 
 
 Come, children, come, true lessons learning ... 95 
 
 Come, nations, come, and hail from far .... 33 
 
 Crown Him with crowns of gold 75 
 
 Dead to life, yet loth to die 49 
 
 Falling, lightly falling .116 
 
 Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep . . . . 94 
 
 For mercy, Lord, I cry 6r 
 
 Four days had come and gone to rest .... 14 
 
 From the Eastern mountains ...... 37 
 
 From year to year, and age to age i 
 
 God the Father, God the Son 184 
 
 Great Architect of worlds unknown 81
 
 194 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Hail! Sacred day of earthly rest 21 
 
 Hallelujah ! song of triumph 69 
 
 Hark! hark! the organ loudly peals 172 
 
 Hark! hear ye not the angel song 35 
 
 Hark ! the vault of heaven is ringing .... 72 
 
 Hast thou sinnc-d, sin no more 54 
 
 Heal me, O my Saviour, heal 44 
 
 Hear, O my God, my tears like rain 51 
 
 Hear us, Thou that broodedst . . . . . -78 
 
 Hear ye not the voice of weeping 176 
 
 Hear ye not your Saviour calling 130 
 
 High over the graves ....... 149 
 
 His bitter foes had triumphed now 63' 
 
 Hope on, Hope on, the golden days 126 
 
 In the Name of God the Father 139 
 
 I saw a vision in the night 153 
 
 Jesu, Heavenly Shepherd 88 
 
 Jesus came, the Heavens adoring, came with peace from 
 
 realms on High . 28 
 
 Judge not, 'tis not for man to judge 58 
 
 Last night I stood beside the grave 59 
 
 Let myriad chords this day be strung . . . -31 
 
 Let our happy voices rise 164 
 
 Lord of power, Lord of might 84 
 
 Make me holy, O my Saviour ...... 52 
 
 O Death, thou art no more 145 
 
 O God, the King of Glory, Who 74 
 
 Oh ! for the faith that knows no doubt .... 48 
 
 One human soul recalled by Christ 158 
 
 O sing to the Lord with a psalm of thanksgiving . . 181 
 O Thou Who dwell' st in realms of light . . . .114 
 O Thou Who sitt'st enthroned above all worlds both great 
 
 and small . . . . . . . . . 166 
 
 Peace, blessed peace, sweet child of love . . . .186
 
 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 195 
 
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 Saviour, Blessed Saviour no 
 
 Say, who shall climb the golden stairs .... 104 
 
 See the sun high heaven ascending 133 
 
 She is gone to the land whence the white reapers come . 151 
 
 So grass and herb and fruitful tree 12 
 
 The earth, in robes of light arrayed 8 
 
 The evening light is streaming 156 
 
 The last great day of work had come . . . .16 
 
 The ocean hath no danger 190 
 
 The radiant morn hath passed away 137 
 
 There are, who rising from their bed at morn ... 97 
 
 Though months and years shall pass away ... 56 
 Thou that sendest sun and rain . . . . . .188 
 
 Thou to whom the sick and dying 179 
 
 Thrice happy he whose tranquil mind .... 102 
 
 Thy love for all Thy creatures 135 
 
 Thy Mercies, God, what tongue can tell .... 106 
 
 Wan and weary, sad, forsaken . . . . . .119 
 
 Watch now, ye Christians, watch and pray ... 30 
 
 We all had sinned and gone astray 86 
 
 We know not, oh ! we know not, how far a prayer may go 99 
 
 What have I done? how oft the thought . . . 121 
 
 What tongue can tell Thy wondrous love . . . 174 
 
 When o'er the waters' misty deep ..... 6 
 
 When the body's racked with pain 46 
 
 With azure girdle circled round 10 
 
 Work is sweet, for God has blest 92 
 
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