mlmw^wM REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY S773 I POEMS ^ FEB 21 1935 AND HYMNS OF DAWN. '* A bending staff I would not break, A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rudely pluck away The error which some truth may stay, Whose sudden lo?s might leave without A shield against the shafts of doubt." TOWER PUBLISHING CO. Bible House. 1890. ALLEGHENY, PA., U S. A. ©0 tljB £nig nf kings anb Cnrb r)f lorbs; IN THE INTEREST OP HIS CONSECKATED ''SAINTS," WAITING FOU THE ADOPTION. AND OF "All that in evfry place call upon the Lord" — '•the household of faith," AXD OF The groaning creation travailing and waiting for the manifestation of the sons of god, Stjis WOork is ^zVicaUh. ' To make all see what is the fellowship of the mjster j wnich from the begia ningof the world hath been hid in God." "Wherein He hath abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence, having made known unto us the mystery of Eis will, according to His good pleasure which He hath purposed in Himself; that in tha dispensation of the falnesp of the times He might gather together in one, all things, under Christ."— Epli. 1 : 8-10 ; 3:4, 5. 9. Copyright 1890. Tower Publishing COoi Allegheny, Pa. INTRODUCTION. Necessity is the best of all reasons. A necessity seems to call for just such a volume of hymns and poems as the one here presented, and therefore it is. Grand truths are made yet grander and more beautiful as smoothly and soothingly they flow in rhyme; and for family worship, and for social public gatherings of the Lord's children, nothing can be much more profitable to them or more pleasing to our Lord than united prayer and praise in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs — sing- ing and making melody unto the Lord from the heart. True, there are already many collections of poems and of hymns, most of which contain some that are grand and beautiful, and some might therefore question the necessity of a new collection. Collections in general, however, con- tain much more of chaff than of golden grain; and each collection seems to have omitted many of the choicest and to have included many undesirable. Hence it seemed to us expedient, and the Lord's will, to prepare this fresh collec- tion. From it we have endeavored to leave out all chaff; and though we cannot hope that we have herein garnered all the worthy grain, we certainly have winnowed very carefully and have found and brought together a collection which in our judgment is without an equal, and just what God's consecrated children will rejoice to see. 3 It will be observed that the hymns selected generally represent the attitude of truly consecrated believers, whose sins have been forgiven, and not of unbelievers and sinners desiring to find God and to obtain forgiveness. We regard it as improper for any to take the Lord's praise into his mouth until he has believed, and hence until forgiven. (See Psa. 50: 16.) We believe, too, that it is very un- becoming to the Lord's saints to take the attitude of sinners, and to sir>g, for instance — " Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear ; Me, the chief of sinners spare?" — and many of the same stamp. And it seems equally im- proper that a hymn should be addressed and sung to sin- nerSf as — " Come, ye sinners, poor and needy," — when the idea should be that of worship to the Lord — praise, prayer and thankfulness. Hence none of the usual revival hymns are included in this collection, which is strictly what its name indicates — Poems and Hymns of the Dawn — for the Bride, and for all the Redeemed. Not fettered by sectarian boundary lines, we have gath- ered from everywhere — from the Methodist and the Pres- byterian Hymnals, from Winnowed Hymns, from the Gospel Hymns Consolidated, from the Jubilee Harp, and from others a few. As these hymns and poems are read, it will be noticed that though written under varying cir- cumstances, and some of them centuries apart, the one holy Spirit of the one Master must have more or less con- trolled and inspired the noble and beautiful truths and sentiments expressed, (We do not mean a plenary in- spiration, such as we attribute to the prophets and apostles, but an inspiration resulting from a familiarity and sympathy 4 I with the plenary inspirations and teachings of the Scrip- tures.) While some of these poems have been altered some- what to bring them into full harmony with the yet clearer light of the" harvest" time, the intelligent reader will be impressed with the thought that though these poets believed themselves to belong to the various sects, yet really they were all of the otie church, partakers of the one spirit, taught by the one Lord. We have not affixed the names of the writers to each poem, for two reasons : first, because we cannot surely know the authorship of all of them; and second, be- cause we could not know whether the authors would in every instance like to have their names attached on ac- count of the alterations made. Our decision has there- fore been to mention the authors' names, so far as known, only in the Index, and there to indicate by a mark {^) which have been altered. This arrangement we trust will be agreeable to many and offensive to none. The poems not set to music we have placed first in order and have arranged them, so far as possible, to tell the story of God's plan lor man's salvation and of the believers' faith and growth in grace and trust connectedly. The hymns, it will be noticed, are arranged in alphabet- ical order. We trust that this will prove a convenience to all who may use the book, as it will save time and annoy- ance in searching an index. Tunes suitable to the hymns are indicated at the head of each, so far as possible, and as often as possible the numbers of the same in either Winnowed Hymns, Gospel Hymns Consolidated, the Epworth Hymnal, Songs of Pilgrimage or Jubilee Harp, which are indicated by the abreviations W. H., G. H., S. P. and J. H. Where a number meet together one copy each, of the above named books would be con- venient for the sake of the music. 5 Those who will feel the deepest interest in this collec- tion, and whose sentiments will be most fully voiced in its verses, will midoubtedly be those in fullest degree of sym- pathy with the divine plan of the ages, as set forth in the several volumes of Millennial Dawn, the eyes of whose understandings have been opened to the clearer, purer light now shining from our great Redeemer's cross, showing the fullness and the completeness of his salvation. In fact, this volume, while not numbered as one of the volumes of the Millennial Dawn series, is designed to be a companion volume, a melodious accompaniment to the " new song," " the song of Moses and the Lamb " (the grand harmony of the law and the gospel), as presented in the regular Dawn series. Let the music of God's good and great plan ring through your hearts and lives, dear fellow-pilgrims and fellow- members of the " royal priesthood," so that every day and every hour shall be filled with joy and praise and thank- fulness. And that this -little volume may assist in deep- ening the work of grace in your hearts is our object and our prayer in its preparation. With grateful thankfulness to our Lord and Master who has blessed me and the work thus, I acknowledge the very valuable assistance of my life-companion and faithful co-laborer in the editing of this volume, and pray bless- ings upon all who use the book similar to that we have enjoyed in its compilation. Most respectfully, Your servant in Christ, C. T. RUSSELL. Allegheny, Pa.^ U. S. A. POKNIS OK DAWK THE OLD, OLD STORY. Inquirer. — O^ELL ME the old, old story. A Some say from heav'n above, One, Jesus, left great glory To show to men God's love. Tell me the story simply, As to a little child; For I of sin am weary, Dissatisfied, defiled. Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in — That storv of redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the story clearly How Christ a ransom gave. O friend, am I the sinner Whom Jesus came to save? Poems of Dawn. You fig Christian. — Tell me the story often; For I forget so soon: The early dew of morning Has passed away at noon. Tell me the same old story, When you have cause to feai That this world's empty glory Is costing me too dear. Christian in Affliction. — Tell me the story always, If you would really be, In any time of trouble, A comforter to me. Tell me the story sweetly, In calm and soothing strain, And let its blessed message Refresh my soul again. Yes, and while coming glory Is dawning on my soul. Tell me the old, old story: ' Twill help me reach the goal. REPLY. You ask me for the story How Jesus, from above. Left all his heavenly glory. To prove that God is love. 8 Poems of Dawn. Well, you shall have the story, The old, old story, too; And I am pleased to tell it; To me 'tis always new. I'd gladly tell to some one These tidings every day. I never should grow weary Of pointing out the way; — The way to life and glory, Whose end is bliss complete, In which the blest old story Directs our willing feet. And as you hear these tidings Of joy and peace, you '11 see They're not the awful warnings Of endless misery; — Of a death " whose pang outlasts The quiv 'ring, fleeting breath," Round which " eternal horrors hang/ A never dying death. And this, the hopeless doom for all Except a little flock. You see they do not comprehend The precious old, old Book, — But as the herald angels sang, Good news without alloy,* Which yet " shall to all people be Good tidings of great joy. ' ' Luke 2 : lo. Poems of Dawn. The story of our mournful fall * From Eden's blissful state, Into the depths of sin and death, f Called pity forth so great — That, from his shining courts above, God sent his own dear Son; \ And by his full empowered arm, For us deliv 'ranee won. Not in a way which set aside His wise and just decree. That whosoe 'er his law defied Must therefore cease to be; § But by rend 'ring unto justice The fullest satisfaction, || That thus he might be just, and still Perform the great transaction — Saving a lost and ruined race To endless life and glory. This is the burden of his plan. So I '11 begin the story. In Eden's pleasant garden ** God placed a perfect pair; Their surroundings were delightful , Their eternal prospects fair. ■^ Gen. 3. ■\ Gen. 2:17 margin ; Rom. 5:12; 6 : 23 ; X John 3 : 16. I Job 14 : 14, 12, 13, 15 ; 10 : 19 ; Psa. 146 : 3, 4 ; 90 : 3 ; Matt. 7:13. || Rom. 3 : 24-26. ^* Gen. 2 ; 8-15. 10 Poems of Dawn. But soon they disobeyed him In the only thing denied:* Forbidden fruit they tasted, So in course of time they died. Yet even with this sentence God's mercy was declared j In a promise of redemption, Through the woman's seed prepared. Yes, one of Eve's descendants Should bring to all the rest The boon of life thus promised. And all through him be blest. He should be Son of Eve, But Son of God as well;]; And bring a full salvation, § The Holy Scriptures tell. Thus he'd be a new creation — Son of God and Son of Eve, That naught of Adam's condemnation He misfht from him receive. Thus he 'd escape the condemnation That fell on Adam's race, And be a suitable oblation To take the sinner's place. ^Gen. 2: i6, 17. | Gen. 3:15. J Luke I : 35. | Matt. I : 21. Poems of Dawn. He did not come by sinful blood, Though Mary was a sinner; His spotless life was but transferred Into the human nature. And thus for us he was made poor Who once in glory reigned, [pow 'r, That we, made rich through love's great Might be to life regained. Four thousand years passed over, Adam and Eve had died, And all mankind were struggling In death's o 'erwhelmmg tide. One night some shepherds, watching * On fair Judea's plains, A heavenly light saw streaming, And heard angelic strains. One of the holy angels f Had come from heav 'n above. To tell the then new story Of God's and Christ's great love. [ For 'tis not only love of Christ, \ But of Jehovah first. Who planned the great deliv 'ranee. The bands of death to burst. Who ^^ sent'" his well-beloved Son, The idol of his heart. Thus commending his love to us § By a sacrificer's part — ^t Luke 2 : 8-12. j John 3: i6, 17. \ Rom. 5 : 8. 12 P 06711$ of Dawn, In the great plan his love devised, Which Christ was pleased w ith too. Thus love of God, and love of Christ, Are both brought to our view.] He came to bring good tidings — Saying, you must not fear; For Christ, your new-born Savior, Lies in the village near. And a multitude of angels j- Joined in an anthem then: " Glory to God in the highest. Peace on earth, good will to men ! " And was that strange new story true? They went at once to see. And found the babe in a manger, \ Yes, it was truly he — The Seed that had been promised So many ages past. Had come to save lost sinners: Yes, he had come at last. The babe to lovely boyhood grew. And then to manhood's prime; Then, " Lo, I come. Thy will to do, O God," he said, " not mine." * Heb. lo : 4-7 ; Psa. 40 : 7, 8. f Luke 2 : 13, 14. J Luke 2: 16. 13 Poems of Daiott. He did his work so faithfully — It was his heart's delight, To show the path of duty, From early dawn till night. He heard tales of sin and sorrow With a sympathetic ear, And lifted heavy burdens Of sorrow, sin and care. He, too, was a man of sorrows, * Acquainted with our grief. Hence his sympathy a brother's Which brought with it relief. Indeed, of him it is written, j- Our sorrows he did bear. And all our griefs he carried. O, what a load of care ! — And that he bore our sicknesses, J When he gave the healing balm, And virtue from his body went, § Human sufferings to calm. Thus from the day of baptism His sacrifice began; And then he said, " It is finished," [ When he gave his life for man. * Isa. 53 : 3. t Isa. 53:4. % Matt 8:17. ^ Mark 5 : 30. John 17:4; 19:30. 14 Poems of Dawn. vSuch was '" the man, Christ Jesus," Savior of fallen man: \^ou 've heard of his death so tragic. But 'twas part of God's good plan. Wicked priests stirred up the people To clamor for his life. And the Roman law was feeble To withstand their restless strife. And so the man Christ Jesus Was crucified and slain, Though not a single proof was given Of any sinful stain. Meekly for us he bore disgrace And undeserved pain. Submitted to the cruel cross, For our eternal gain. Look, dear one, if you can bear it. Look at our dying Lord; Draw near the cross; behold him, " Behold the Lamb of God ! " * How his hands and feet are mangled, And before his suffering face, Hard, cruel men stand mocking At his undeserved disgrace. A crown of thorns they 've placed upon His truly royal brow; How little do they comprehend The " King of Glory " now. ^■John I : 29; I Pet. I : 19; Rev. 5 : 12. 15 Poems of Dawn. With heartless laugh and cruel scorn They told him to come down, And leave that cross of suffering And take a kingly crown. But little did they realize What cost 'twould be to men, Or that he could have done it* And spared himself the pain. And that 'twas love that held him there A willing sacrifice, Preferring even death to share, To bring: to men release. Yes, he became man's surety. The debt Ave could not pay He willingly paid for us, On that dark, dreadful day. For his bride, the church, he suffered, 'Twas for our sins he died; And not for our sins only, \ But all the world's beside. From infancy to thirty years \ The perfect man was coming; And there he was acceptable, God's Lamb for a sin-off 'ring. § * Matt. 26 : 53, 54. f I John 2 :2. J Num. 4:3;! Chron. 23: 3. Luke 3 : 23. \ Gen. 22 : 8. John I : 29, 36. 16 Poems of Daw7i. At once to John, on Jordan's banks, '^ He came to symbolize His consecration e 'en to death, And, too, that he should rise—- Be lifted up by God's own power^ From out the silent grave; That death, led captive in that hour, Should prove him strong to save. Thus with our Lord this solemn rite Did a new meaning gain; No sins had he to wash away, No evil to restrain. His life, without one sinful spot, Was pleasing in God's sight: \ Even his enemies found naught + But what was pure and right. Assured of this, the proj^het John From such a task drew back, § Saying, I 've need to be baptized of thee, In whom there is no lack. And comest thou to me, to be Bapti/x'd in Jordan's wave? Yea, " sulTcr it to be so now," Said he who came to save. * Luke 3 : 23. f Heb. 9 : 14. i Pet. 1:19. Malt. 3:17. X John 7 :46. \ Luke 23 : 4, 14-22, 17 (2) Poems of Dazvn. This speaking symbol did proclaim His consecration and his faith — That he should rise in God's own name, Though faithful unto death. yf. y^ yf. His station in life was lowly, He was a working man: * Hence knows the poor man's trials As only a poor man can. The three years of his ministry After the age of thirty, Were busy years of toils and cares, Teaching the w^ay of dut}^: The duty of love to God and man, Which is the law's fulfilling; \ And then of trust in God's great plan, J To save all who are willing. § His mighty works in those three years But shadowed forth his glory, || His kingly ministry will end The plan of this old story. As when he opened blinded eyes And unstopped deafened ears And even waked the dead to life And gave sweet smiles for tears: * Matt. 3 : 13, 15 ; Mark 6 : 3. -pMatt. 22 : 37-40 ; Rom. 13 : 10. % Mark 1:15; 9 : 23 ; II : 24. John II : 40. ^ Rev. 22 : 17. II John 2:11. 18 Foetus of Dawn. So then he '11 cause the blind to see, And all the dead shall hear; * And his kind hand from every eye, Shall wipe the falling tear, j- Beauty he'll give for ashes, oil Of joy for heaviness; \ And in the end, with joy and praise, Rightness and peace shall kiss. § In his teaching was the freshness And simplicity of truth. Which corrected false traditions Men had cherished from their youth. Many said, this Jesus speaketh As ne 'er before man spake; || With authority he teacheth: ** Yet his w^ords they would not take. His sacrificed humanity \ \ Remains an off 'ring still. Though, as the high exalted One, JJ He lives to save who will. He lives; and at his coming, §§ He '11 wake them from the dust- In the glad Millennial morning When all will learn to trust. * Isa. 29 : 18-19 ; 35:5,6; John 5 : 28, 29. 4" Rev. 21 : 4. X Isa. 61:3. \ Psa. 85 : lo. || John 7 : 46. ** Matt. 7 : 28, 29 ; Mark 1 : 27, 28. ff Matt. 13 : 46 ; 20 : 28 ; John 6:51; I Cor. 15:21; I Pet, 3: 18. J+ Phil. 2 : 9 ; Heb. 7:25. §g Acts 3: 19-21. 19 Poems of Dcuon. Then he '11 banish sin and sorrow * . And triumph o 'er the grave, When from death, on that glad morrow, Earth's ransomed hosts he '11 save. Yes, at the time appointed j- By the Father's w^ise decree, The " Times of glad Refreshing " \ Earth's blood-bought hosts shall see. A highway grand he '11 then cast up, § And gather out the stones; And up to everlasting life He '11 lead obedient ones. No lion shall go up thereon, || Nor any ravenous beast; For all the ills these symbolize Forevermore must cease. The desert he will make to bloom ** And blossom as the rose; Beside the lion and the lamb j- \ May the young child repose. For nothing shall offend or hurt W In all his holy mountain; And evil, sin and death shall be Washed out in Calv 'ry's fountain, • . _ * Isa. 35 : lo; 51 : 11. fActsl7:3l. J Acts 3: 19 21. \ Isa. 35 : 8; 62 : lo. || Isa, 35 : 9, 10. ** Isa. 35 : i, 2. tflsa. II :6-8. J+Isa. ii :9. 20 Poems of Dawn. In a thousand years of reigning * He'll instruct and train and bless; And fully he '11 establish them In life and righteousness. To his Father he '11 present them — | Pure, blameless, without fault; And earth's dominion he '11 restore, t The once possessed, and lost. § With lasting joy and singing || They shall come to Zion's mount: But of Zion's wondrous glory I must give you an account. But where begins the story Of this " Seed of Abraham '' ? ** How can pen portray thy glory, Thou " Bride of God's own Lamb " .^ \\ True Zion is a " little flock," W The Lord's own faithful few, Who firmly build ujDon the rock §§ With truths both old and new. Called to be sons and heirs of God, And bride of his dear Son |||{ They sacrifice the earthly good To join the heav 'nly One. * 1 Cor. 15 : 25 ; Rev. 5 : lo; 20 : 6; Isa. 32 : i ; Jer. 23 : 5 ; Gen. 28 : 14, f I Cor. 15 : 24. J Matt. 25 :34. | Psa. 8 : 5-8. II Isa. 35 : lo. ** Gal. 3 : 29. ft Rev. 21 : 2, 9; Eph. 5:31,32. H Luke 12:32. |§Matt. 7 : 24; 13:52; 2 Pet. 1:4. j|||Rom.8:28; Gal. 4 : 7 ; Acts 15 : 14. Poems of Dawn. They mark the steps their Leader trod, And in his shining track, With courage high and faith in God Follow and ne 'er turn back — * Till life itself goes out in night; Faithful unto the end, They walk by faith, and not by sight, And every talent spend. Worthy are they to be his bride — \ The bride of God's Anointed, Whom, for the work of blessing all, Jehovah hath appointed. This is the New Jerusalem, ^ This is the great Mount Zion, § Heav 'nly, from God it shall come down. Its King is Judah's Lion. In exaltation these shall shine — A " Sun of Righteousness," || They shall be like their Lord, "divine,"** And men and angels bless, f f Now in her low and trial state, Despised and scorned of men, This " little flock," the church of Christ, Delights to follow him. * Rev. 17:14. f Rev. 3:4. J Rev. 21 : 2, 10. | Rev. 21 : 2. II Matt. 13 : 43 ; Mai. 4:2. ** 2 Pet. I : 4 ; I John 3: 2. ft I Cor. 6: 2,3. 22 Poems of Dawn. Her glory and exceeding joy In symbols now appear;* Yet of that grace without alloy She has a foretaste here. Now she's a troop of " soldiers " j Following Christ's command, His flock of " sheep " well tended, | Well fed from his own hand. She's a band of the Lord's " brethren" § Of w^hom he's not ashamed, And the very " salt of earth '"' || She is also well named. She's also the " light of the world," ** Amidst gross darkness shining. Since her dear Lord his light withdrew tf From men, the undeserving. And she's called an " espoused virgin " W While waiting for her Lord. Like a meek and comely maiden She trusts his faithful word. But when she has crossed the borders Into the promised land. His glorious bride and full joint-heir §§ She'll be at Christ's right hand. * I Cor, lo , 17 ; Rom. 6:4, f 2 Tim. 2 : 3, 4. % John 1:4-15; Psa. 23; ^Heb. 2:11; 3:1. II Matt. 5:13. Matt. - - - ^ ^ ^ - - ••-'-' - - - - - tt 2 Cor. "" '^ ~9 : 7j Kom. » : 17 23 10:4-15; Psa. 23; ^Heb. 2:il; 3:1. || Matt. 5 : 13. ** Matt. 5 : 14, 16 ; John i : 4, 5. ff John 9:5; 12 : 35. tJ 2 Cor. 11:2; Mark 13 : 35 ; Psa. 45 : 10, 11, 13, 14. II Rev. 19 : 7, Rom. 8:17. Poems of Dawn, Together, they '11 be a " Priesthood," * A " Royal Priesthood," too; And their royal, priestly power Shall make earth's all things new. Then together they 're presented As King enthroned and great; \ Jesus as the head considered, § And the body his elect. This Christ shall be the " Prince of Peace," " Wonderful," " Counselor; " A " Mighty God " of truth and grace, Man's " Everlasting Father." || As mighty Prophet, Priest and King, In " Times of Restitution," ** lie shall to men salvation bring — An everlasting portion. But to share this exaltation, Christ's bride must like him be; j-f And the " first resurrection " J J Shall complete her perfectly. Though this chief and heav'nly portion " The Elect " alone shall gain, Yet for others there 's salvation, From every sinful stain. * I Pet. 2 : 5, 9. f Rev. 21 : 2, 5. % Rev. 3 : 20 ; 20 : 6. I Col. I : 18. II Isa. 9 : 6. ** Acts 3 : 22, 23 ; Heb. 7 : 15, 17,1,2. ft I John 3: 2. JJ Rev. 20:6. 24 Poems of Dawn. Such of all earth's teeming millions As obey " That Prophet's " voice * Shall be saved from sin's dominion: Christ will grant to each the choice. Yet remember, all this blessing Which to earth and men shall come Is dependent on Christ's coming: Hence we pray "Thy Kingdom come." To claim his Bride becomes with stealth, Not then to men appearing; [wealth, First she's endowed with pow 'r and Then comes the world's great blessing. This Christ, the " vSun of Righteousness," Shall rise with healing Tjeams, And as the glorious years progress Sweet peace shall flow in streams, f There nausfht that 's w^rong shall be term 'd right. Nor right as wrong appear; \ The Lord, the Way, the Life, the Truth, Shall make the right most clear. ^ >j^ >k When for his Bride the Lord has come. With joy and glad surprise, He will be only visible To faith's anointed eyes; § *Deut. 18:15; Acts 3 : 22, 23. flsa. 66:12. j Mai. 3: 18. ? 2 Cor. 5: 16. 25 Poems of Dawn. Until she is made like him And sees him as he is, * And her blessed hope's fruition The heavenly Father gives. Quickly she hears his welcome voice, f Not borne upon the wind, Nor in the secret chamber + Does she her loved one find. But in the prophecies fulfilled, § And in the signs foretold. By faith, with fullest confidence. She doth her Lord behold. For him she 's long been waiting And watching night and day; And for his promised kingdom She has never ceased to pray. || Christ's appearing to the world at large Will be in wrathful token, ^'"^ With " iron rod " and heavy scourge, Because God's law they 've broken. Human pride will not be willing To yield to his control; And selfishness will aggravate The weakness from the fall. ^ I John 3:2. f John 10:4. + T^Iatt. 24 : 26. ^ Matt. 24 : 2,2,. II Matt. 6:10. ** Matt. 24 : 30 ; Rev. 1:7; 2:27. 26 Poems of Dawn. The kings of earth and lords of lands, The rich and clergy too, Will cling to pow 'r within their hands As erst they used to do. "A time of trouble " there shall be On every tribe and nation; With fear and trembling earth shall see Its greatest tribulation.^ Empires and thrones shall disappear, And creeds and systems fall; And on their ruins God will rear His kingdom over all. Yet to men this tribulation Is a blessing in disguise. The desire of every nation — f God's Kingdom — then shall rise. That is " the good time coming," though This dark night lies between, Whose gathering shadows even now, By thinking men are seen. 'Twill teach mankind the lesson Which eternally will last — That sin brings tribulation, And virtue blessings vast. Then fetters and bonds all broken, And idols all destroyed. The bow of peace, God's token, O 'er man shall e 'er abide. *Dan. 12:1. fHag.2:7. 27 Poems of Dawn. Knowledge of God shall fill the earth As waters cover the sea; '^^ [mirth And praise, thanksgiving, and voice of Make sweetest melody. There joyfully men will press along The highway to perfection, \ With faith and hope and courage strong. Under divine direction. When crow ned at last w ith perfect life And everlasting joy, [praise — They'll raise to heaven their notes of Through Christ this Victory ! [And those who shall refuse him — Few% exceptions of the race — Who when clear knowledge fills the earth, Reject the proffered grace — These shall not further thus proceed, A second time they'll die; They '11 be cut off as God hath said. The soul that sins shall die. Their souls, redeemed by Jesus' blood From the Adamic fall, They forfeit by not willing good,J; The terms of life to all.] *Isa. 11:9. tisa. 35: 8; Rev. 5: 13. J Acts 3 .-23; Heb. 6: 4-6 j 10: 26. 28 Poems of Dawn. Thus will the work be finished Because our debt was paid, Because on Christ, the righteous. The sin of all was laid. Wherefore, because Christ did this work. He 's now exalted high, ^^ To nature and to power divine, f Never again to die. O, this wonderful redemption ! God's remedy for sin; The way to life it opened \ That all might enter in. Who! who hath been God's counselor ?§ Or w^ho hath known his mind ? Not one of all the heav 'nly host, And surely not mankind. This wisdom, power, love and grace, His blessed Word reveals. Are but the beamings of his face In whom all gfoodness dwells. Thus runs the old, old story — Do you now take it in ? — This wonderful redemption God's remedv for sin. * Phil. 2:8-11. t Rf^m- 6:9. J 2 Tim. I : 10. | Rom. 11:33-36. 29 Poems of Dawn. Search the Scriptures, and believe it The Bible says it's true; ' Tis provided for all sinners, And therefore meant for you. Then take this great salvation. Which our Father loves to give; Just now by faith receive it, In due time you shall live. And if this simple message Has now brought peace to you, Make known the old, old story; For others need it too. Go tell the blessed tidings That legally we 're free ^ From sin and pain and dying. To live eternally. By faith enjoy the prospect now, And by and by fruition ;| Let every act of life now show Your thanks for this salvation. Soon shall our eyes behold it — Salvation from above ! The theme of this old story Of precious, heavenly love. Christian Experience and Joy. — " I love to tell the story Of gracious, heavenly love; How Jesus left his glory. That wondrous love to prove. *Rom. 8: I. fRom. 8: 24. 30 Poems of Dawn. " I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings As nothing else would do. '' I love to tell the story ! More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. " I love to tell the story ! It did so much for me; And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee. " I love to tell the story ! ' Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. " I love to tell the story. For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own holy Word. " I love to tell the story ! For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hetir it, like the rest. " And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old story Tliat I have loved so long." 31 Poems of Daw?i. THE OATH-CLAD PROMISE-THE GOSPEL. — Gen. 22 : i6, i8. Gal. 3 : 8, 16, 29, — From the Scriptures of truth this conclusion we draw, — 2 Tim. 3 : 16; John 17 : 17. That the wisdom of men nor the works of the law — I Cor. 1:19; Isa. 5:21; Rom. 3 : 20. Have the power to cleanse, nor forgive, nor to save, — Rom. 10 : 4 ; Heb. 7 : 19. Nor restore from the curse, nor redeem from the grave. —Gal. 3 : 21 ; 2 : 16, 21. Men are saved by their faith in the Crucified One, — Rom. 10 : 9 ; Acts l6 : 31 ; Heb. II : 6. When his love and his goodness to them are made known. — Rom. 10 : 13-15 ; I Cor. i : 21 ; John 3:18; I Thn. 2 : 3-6. Saving faith comes by hearing the life-giving word, — Rom. 10: 17; Phil. 2: 16, And the mercy of God through the Savior con- ferred. —2 Cor. 5 : 19; I Tim. 2: 3-6. All who will may be saved by obedient faith, — John 3 : 18; Rev. 22: 14-17. And may gain life unending through Christ, by his death. —Mark 10: 30, For the gospel salvation to all is made free: — Titus 2:11. As they heed its instruction their judgment will be. — Rom'. 2: 16; John 3: 18. Endless life is for those who the gospel accept, John 3: 16; Mark 10 : 30; Rom. 6: 23. But death is the portion of those who reject. — Acts 3 : 23 ; Heb. lo : 26, 27 ; Rom. 6 : 23. 32 Poe??is of Dawn. For there's no other way that's revealed by the Lord — Acts 4:12; John 14:6. To redeem fallen man but through Christ and his word. — Titus 2: 13, 14; Gal. 3: 13. " The heavens are the Lord's, but the earth he hath given — Psa. 115 : l6; Isa. 45 : 18. To the children of men," as their home and their heaven. —Psa. 37 : 29 ; Matt. 6 : 10. Wicked rulers and nations thus far have borne sway — Dan. 2 ; 2 Tim. 3:13; Isa. 60 : 2. And their reign has led down from the gold to the clay. — Dan. 2:31, 44. But the age for the world's promised blessing is near, — Gen. 12:3; 22 : 18; Psa. 72:17; Rev.i5:4. When the true light that lighteth all men shall appear. — John l : 4, 7, 9 ; 8 : 12 ; Dan. 2 : 44. God has been taking out from the world for his name — Acts 15 : 14; Rev. 5 : 9, 10. A faithful, tried people with Jesus to reign. — 2 Tim. 2:12; Rev. 7 : 14 ; Mark 10 : 30. Those sleeping in Christ from the dead will arise, —I Cor. 15 : 23, 52. And with •' those who remain " meet the Lord of the skies. — i Thess. 4 : 16, 17; Mark 13 : 27. These elect ones with Christ shall forever abide, — I Thess. 4:17. And he '11 honor and glorify them as his bride. — John 3 : 29; Matt. 25 : I ; -Rom. 7:17, 18. Then, come to the earth with his chosen again, — Zech. 14 : 4, 5 ; I Thess. 3:13; Jude I4. He will over the nations commence his just reign. —Matt. 25 : 31, 32; Luke i : 32, t,Z ; Isa. 2:3; 9 : 6, 7. (3) 33 Poems of Dawn. As a body perfected the " seed " will then bless — I Cor. 12 : 27 ; Col. I : 18 ; Gen. 22 : 18. All the nationsof earth with the blessings of peace. — Gal. 3 : 8, 16, 29; Luke 2 : lo, 14. All the powers of earth to an end shall be brought, — Psa. 10; Rev. 2: 26, 27; Jer. 25; 29, t^t,. And their rule and authority soon come to naught. — I Cor. 15 : 24; Phil. 2: lo. All their glory and pride like the chaff pass away, — Dan. 2 : 35. And Christ and his chosen in mercy bear sway. — Dan. 7 : 27 ; Psa. 22 : 27, 28; Luke 22 : 29, 30; 19: 17. When he speaks to the earth she uncovers her slain, — Isa, 26 : 19, 21 ; Hosea 13 : 14. And they all hear his voice and to life rise again. — John 5 : 28; I Cor. 15 : 22. He must reign until all things to him are subdued, — I Cor. 15 : 25, 28; 2 Cor. 5 : 19, And the face of the earth from the curse is renewed. — Rev. 22 : 3; 21 : 5. These times of refreshing and blessing are near, — Acts 3 : 19, 21 ; Matt. 24: -^^t,. And Christ's life-giving power will shortly appear. — Col. 3 : 3, 4; Mark 10: 30; John II : 25 ; Matt. 28: 18. He will banish the curse and perfection restore, — Psa. 104: 30; Rev. 22: 3. And the earth fill with gladness and beauty once more. —Isa. 35 ; 55 : 10, 13. Then sorrow^ and death and corruption will cease, — Rev. 21 : 4. And the world shall be clothed in the garments of peace. — Zech. 9 : 10; Jsa. 2 : 4. 34 Poems of Dawn. When he rules in the earth the glad tidings are heard, — Psa. 22 : 28; Isa. 45 : 23 ; Acts 15 : 16, 17 ; I Tim. 2 : 6. And the world shall remember and turn to the Lord. —Psa. 22 : 27. All nations shall worship the Lord then with fear. — Psa. 86 • 9 ; Rev. 15:4; P^a. 67 : 4. And all men join in praise when his words they shall hear. —Rev. 5: 13; Psa. 102: 15. When the Spirit of grace rests on Israel again, — Rom. II: 26 ; Jer. 32 : 40. And they look upon him whom in wrath they had slain, — Zech. 12: 10; Acts 2: 23, 36. They will bitterly mourn and acknowledge their sin, — Ezek: 36 : 31 ; 16 : 61, 63. And gladly accept him, their long-looked-for King. — Isa. 25 : 9 ; Matt. 23: 39 ; Luke 3 ; 1 5. Then the promised possession the Lord will restore, —Ezek. 36 : 24; 37 : 21 ; Jer. 32 : 37. And their numerous sins he'll remember no more. — Jer. 31 : 33» 34; Ezek. 36 : 33 ; Rom. ii : 27. Jerusalem will, with the Lord as its Light, — Acts 15: 15, 16; Zech. 6: 12, 13; Isa. 40: 10-20 ; -^i: 20. Be the glory of earth and its joy and delight. — Isa. 52:9, 10; 65:18,19; Psa. 48:2. From this city most glorious life's waters shall flow, — Zech. 14 : 8 ; Joel 3:18; Rev. 22 : I. And the life-giving trees on its borders shall grow. — Ezek, 47 : I, 12 ; Rev. 22 : I, 2 ; 2:7. As the curse is removed this blest city of love — Rev. 22 : 3 ; 20 ; 9. Is enlarged and made one with the city above. — Rev. 21: 10; Dan. 2:35,44. 35 Poems of Dawn. All honor and glory to the Lord shall be given, — Num. 14 : 21 ; Rev. 5 : 12. And his will on the earth will be done as in heaven. — Matt. 6 : lo. SALVATION FULL AND FREE. — Romans 3 : 24. — VfOTHING to pay? No, not a whit. ^^ Nothing to give? No, not a bit. All that was needed to give or to pay, Jesus hath done in God's own blessed way. Nothing to do? No, not a stroke; Foiled is the captor, broken the yoke. Jesus at Calvary severed the chain. And none can imprison his free men again. Nothing to fear? No, not a jot. Nothing within? No, not a spot. Christ is at peace, and I've nothing at stake; Satan can neither harass me nor shake. Nothing to settle? All has been paid. Nothing to anger? Peace has been made. Jesus alone is the sinner's resource; Peace he has made by the blood of his cross. What about judgment? I'm thankful to say Jesus has met it and borne it away; Drank it all up when he hung on the tree, Leaving a cup full of blessing for me. 36 Poems of Dawn. What about terror? It hasn't a place In a heart that is filled with a sense of his grace. My peace is most sweet, and it never can cloy, And that makes my heart bubble over with joy. Nothing of guilt? No, not a stain; How could the blood even one let remain ? My conscience is purged, and my spirit is free; Precious that blood is to God and to me. What of the law? Ah, there I rejoice; Christ answered its claims and silenced its voice. The law was fulfilled when the work was all done, And it never accuses a justified one. What about death? It hasn't a sting; The grave to a Christian no terror can bring; For death has been conquer'd, the grave has been spoiled, And every foeman and enemy foiled. What about feelings ? Ah ! trust not to them. What of my standing ? Who shall condemn ? Since God is for me, there is nothing so clear — From Satan and man I have nothing to fear. What of my body ? Ah ! that I did bring To God, as a holy, acceptable thing. It now is the temple where Jesus abides, The temple where God by his Spirit resides. What of my future? ' Tis glorious and fair. Since justified, sanctified, glory I '11 share. Poems of Dawn. By his blood first redeem'd, by his grace then enthroned, Side by side with my Lord, as his Bride I '11 be owned. What then, dost thou ask? O, glory shall follow; Earth shall rejoice in the dawn of the morrow. To rule and to bless comes that kingdom and reign; Flee then, shall sorrow, death, crying and pain. I WHY DOST THOU WAIT? POOR trembling sheep ! Ah ! who outside the fold Has bid thee stand, all weary as thou art. Dangers around thee, and the bitter cold Creeping and growing into thy inmost heart.? Who bids thee w^ait till some mysterious feeling. Thou knowest not what — perchance may'st never know — Shall find thee, when in darkness thou art kneel- And fill thee with a rich and wondrous glow Of love and faith; and change to warmth and The chill and darkness of thy spirit's night ! For miracles like this who bids thee wait? Behold, "God's precious word to thee is, Come, The tender Shepherd opens wide the gate, And in his love would gently lead thee home. 38 Poems of Dawn. Why should'st thou wait? Long centuries ago, O timid sheep, the Shepherd paid for thee ! Thou art His own. Wouldst thou his beauty know, Nor trust the love which yet thou canst not see ? Thou hast not learned this lesson to receive: More blest are they who see not, yet believe. Still dost thou wait for feeling? Dost thou say, " Fain would I love and trust, but hope is dead; I have no faith, and without faith, who may Rest in the blessing which is only shed Upon the faithful? I must stand and wait." Not so. The Shej^herd does not ask of thee Faith in thv faith, but only faith in Him, And this he meant in saying, " Come to Me." In light or darkness, seek to do his will. And leave the work of faith to Jesus still. JESUS OF NAZARETH. IN THE gray twilight of a dreary morn, A prisoner stood, defenceless and forlorn. While, to a Roman judge, wnth boisterous breath. His fierce accusers clamored for his death. It was our Lord, rejected and abused; The King of kings, his sovereign claim refused; The Son of God, abandoned and betrayed, An outcast, in the world which he had made. It was his chosen people whose demand That timid judge was powerless to withstand; 39 Poems of Dawn. And, while their baseless charges he denied, He gave their victim to be crucified. His chosen people, those he loved and blest; Whose little ones he folded to his breast; Who cried more fiercely, as unmoved he stood, '' On us, and on our children, be his blood ! '' O holy Savior ! may thy grace reverse The dreadful import of that reckless curse; And on their children, let thy ransom prove " The blood of sprinkling," through Redeeming Love ! LORD, GIVE ME THIS! — Luke xi : 13. — 0 HEAVENLY Father, thou hast told Of a gift more precious than pearls and gold : A gift that is free to every one, Through Jesus Christ, thy only Son. For his sake, give this to me. 0 give it to me, for Jesus said That a father giveth his children bread, And how much more thou wilt surely give The gift by which the dead shall live? For Christ's sake, give this to me. 1 cannot see, and I want the sight; I am in the dark, and I want the light; I want to pray, and I don't know how; O give me thy Holy Spirit now ! For Christ's sake, give this to me. 40 Poems of Dawn. Since thou hast said it, I must believe It is only "ask" and I shall receive: Since thou hast said it, it must be true. And there's nothing else for me to do ! For Christ's sake, give this to me. So I come and ask, because my need Is very great and real indeed. On the strength of thy Word I come and say Oh ! let thy Word come true to-day ! For Christ's sake, give this to me ! FILLED WITH CHRIST'S FULLNESS. JESUS, my Lord, thou art my life, My rest in labor, strength in strife; Thy love begets my love of thee; Thy fullness that which filleth me. Long, long, I struggled ere I knew My struggling vain, my life untrue. I sought by efforts of my own What is the gift of Christ alone. I prayed, and w^restled in my prayer, I wrought, but self was ever there; Joy never came, nor rest, nor peace. Nor faith, nor hope, nor love's increase. My effort vain, my weakness learned, Weary, from self to Christ I turned. Content to let his fullness be An unbought fullness unto me. 41 Poe?ns of Dawn. Life's heavenly secret was revealed- In Christ all riches are concealed. We try and fail; we ask, he gives, And in his rest our spirit lives. 0 peaceful rest ! O life Divine ! My efforts cannot make thee mine. 1 yield my sinful heart to thee, And in thy love thou fillest me. MEAT IN DUE SEASON. yHE HUNGRY, starving soul doth cr\ J- Feed me, or I must cease to be; And let the bread of life supply My spirit's great necessity. Nor think it strange. All things of life Require their food, their vital air; And perish on their held of strife, If life's supplies are wanting there. The dews descend on thirsty flowers; The heavens send radiance from above; And so tliese hungry souls of ours Live in the dews and rays of love. Jesus is love; the living bread; His own dear life he doth bestow; And souls who on that life are fed, The pangs of hunger shall not know. 42 Poems of Dawn. INTO HIS MARVELOUS LIGHT. OUT OF disaster and ruin complete, Out of the struggle and dreary defeat, Out of my sorrow, and burden, and shame, Out of the evils too fearful to name. Out of my guilt and the criminal's doom, Out of the dreading, and terror, and gloom; Into the sense of forgiveness and rest. Into inheritance with all the blest. Into a righteous and permanent peace, Into the grandest and fullest release. Into the comfort without an alloy. Into a perfect and permanent joy. Wonderful love that has wrought all for me ! Wonderful work that has thus set me free ! Wonderful ground upon which I have come ! Wonderful tenderness, welcoming home ! Out of the terror at standing alone, Out, and forever, of being my own. Out of the hardness of heart and of will, Out of the longings which nothing could fill. Out of the bitterness, madness and strife, Out of myself and of all I called life; Into the light and the glory of God, Into the holy, made clean by his blood. Into his arms, the embrace and the kiss, Into the scene of ineffable bliss. Into the quiet, the infinite calm. Into the place of the song and the psalm. 43 Poems of Dawn. Wonderful holiness, bringing to light ! Wonderful grace, putting all out of sight ! Wonderful wisdom, devising the way ! Wonderful power that nothing can stay ! ALL THINGS NEW. THERE is something in the sunlight Which I never saw before; There's a note within the robin's song I did not hear of yore; There's something — ah ! I know not what ! But something everywhere That makes the world this morning seem Most marvelously fair ! I aw^akened very early And I watched the sun arise, And it seemed to me that heaven Must be dawning in the skies; For a glory and a gladness. Passing words of mine to show, Flashed from out the eastern portals On the waking world below. All the water gleamed with gladness; Every streamer in the sky Seemed the arms of little children Flung in joyousness on high; All the birds on all the bushes Joined their melody to pour — Surely never was a morning Ushered in like this before ! 44 Poems of Dawn. Is it fact or is it fancy? Does the secret in my heart Unto everything it shines on vSpurious joyoiisness impart? Or has all the world grown gladder, As it seems to me to-day? Is it true or is it seeming? Who shall tell ? I cannot say. Ah ! I care not ! Does it matter? 'Tis enough for me to know That the world to me is gladder Than it was a year ago. That on earth and sky and water Lies a radiance, false or true. That shall never fade or falter, Never be less strange or new^ ! If my heart thus gilds creation Well it may, for it is glad, Past the power of shade or shining Any more to make it sad. Never yet on earth or heaven. Never yet on land or sea. Shone the light of that great gladness Which my God has given me. THE BLOOD-BOUGHT ROBE. T HE blood-bought robe I gladly wear. 'Tis one my neighbors, ^//, may share. A robe so perfect, pure and white, Its very folds reflect the light. 45 Poems of Dawn. 'T will also fit each form and size, Such wond'rous virtue in it lies; Every deformity 'twill hide, And deck the wearer like a bride. This robe cannot with gold be bought, However much it may be sought; Titles of earth, genius, or fame. No share in it can ever claim. But those who, counting all but dross, Bow low before the Saviour's cross, Believing he will hear their cry. And on his promises rely; Who claim no merit of their own. Trusting in Jesus' name alone; This robe will cover, comfort, bless. For 'tis Christ's robe of Righteousness. \\ THE COST OF DISCIPLESHIP. — Luke 9:23. — 70ULD ye be my disciples? Consider again: Can ye follow my footsteps through trial and pain? Can ye throw away pleasure, and glory, and fame. And live but to honor my cause and my name ? Can ye turn from the glitter of fashion and mirth. And dwell like a pilgrim and stranger on earth. Despising earth's riches, and living to bless? Can you follow the feet of the shelterless? 46 Poems of Dawn. Can ye ask from your heart the forgiveness of men ? Can ye list to reproaches, nor answer again? Can ye pray that repentance to life may be theirs Who've watched for your falling, who've set for you snares ? When ye hear I am come, then can ye arise. The joy of your heart springing up in your eyes ? Can ye come out to meet me w^hate'er the cost be, Though ye come on the weaves of a storm-crested sea? When I call, can ye turn and in gladness "come out" From the home of your childhood, the friends of your heart? With naught but my promise on which to rely, Afar from their love — can ye lie down and die? Yea, we'll take up the cross and in faith follow thee And bear thy reproach, thy disciples to be. Blest Saviour, for courage to thee we will fly; Of grace thou hast promised abundant supply. THE CALL DIVINE. TO-DAY, to-morrow, evermore, Through cheerless nights without a star, Not asking whither or how far, Rejoicing though the way be sore, Take up thy cross And follow Me. 47 Foe?ns of Dawn. I cannot promise wealth or ease, Fame, pleasure, length of days, esteem — These things are vainer than they seem — If thou canst turn from all of these, Take up thy cross And follow Me ! I promise only perfect peace, Sweet peace that lives through years of stri fe. Eternal love, immortal life. And rest when all these wanderings cease. Take up thy cross And follow Me ! My yoke is easy — put it on; My burden very light to bear. Who shareth this, my crown shall share — The present cross insures the crown. Take up thy cross And follow Me ! STEADFAST, IMMOVABLE. TO PLAY through life a perfect part, J- Unnoticed and unknown; To seek no rest in any heart Save only God's alone; In little things to own no will, To have no share in great. To find the labor ready still. And for the crown to wait ; 48 Poems of Dawn. Upon the brow to bear no trace Of more than common care; To write no secret in the face For men to read it there; The daily cross to clasp and bless With such familiar zeal As hides from all that not the less It's daily weight you feel ; In toils that praise will never pay To see your life go past; To meet in every coming day Twin sister of the last; To hear of high, heroic things, And yield them reverence due, But feel life 's daily offerings Are far more fit for you; To woo no secret, soft disguise. To which self-love is prone; Unnoticed by all other eyes, Unworthy in your own; To yield with such a happy art That no one thinks you care, Yet say to your poor bleeding heart, How little you can bear ; — Oh ! 'tis a pathway rough to choose, A struggle hard to share, For human pride would still refuse The nameless trials there; But since we know the gate is low That leads to heavenly bliss, What higher grace could God bestow Than such a life as this. 49 * (4) Poems of Dawn. TELL ME ABOUT THE MASTER. T^ELL ME about the Master ! A I am weary and worn to-night; The day lies behind me in shadow, And only the evening is light ! Light with a radiant glory That lingers about the west. My poor heart is aweary, aweary, And longs, like a child, for rest. Tell me about the Master ! Of the hills he in loneliness trod. When the tears and blood of his anguish Dropped down on Judea's sod. For to me life's seventy mile-stones But a sorrowful journey mark; Rough lies the hill country before me. The mountains behind me are dark. Tell me about the Master ! Of the wrongs he freely forgave ; Of his love and tender compassion. Of his love that is mighty to save ; For my heart is aweary, aweary. Of the woes and temptations of life. Of the error that stalks in the noonday, Of falsehood and malice and strife. Yet I know that whatever of sorrow Or pain or temptation befall. The infinite Master hath suffered, And knoweth and pitieth all. 50 Foems of Dawn. So tell me the sweet old story, That falls on each wound like a balm. And my heart that is bruised and broken Shall grow patient and strong and calm. OUR MASTER. ^TO FABLE old, nor mythic lore, ^ Nor dream of bards and seers. No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the oblivious years ; — But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he, And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain ; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are w hole again. O Lord, and Savior of us all ! O blessed Christ, divine ! We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine. We faintly hear, we dimly see, In various phrase we pray ; But, dim or clear, we own in Thee The Light, the Truth, the Way. Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may thy service be ? — 51 Foeins of Dawn. Not name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following thee. To do thy will is more than praise, As words are less than deeds, And simple trust can find thy ways We miss with charts of creeds. CHRIST ALL IN ALL. IN CHRIST all fulness dwells : from him proceeds All that fall'n man, poor, wretched, guilty, needs. In him the contrite, bruised in spirit find Whate 'er can heal the sorrows of the mind — Forgiving love, that saves from blank despair. Rich grace, that banishes each anxious care. Soft pity, that relieves the bursting sigh, And truth, revealing joys that never die. Thrice happy they, who to his word attend, His favor seek, and on his strength depend. 'Tis their 's to know his heart-consoling voice. To share his smile, and in his name rejoice. To ihem, reclaimed in mercy from the fall And heav'nward marching, Christ is all in all : In want, their treasure — in distress, their stay — In gloom, their day-spring — vigor, in decay — 'Mid foes, their guard — in solitude, their guest — In storms, their hiding place — in toils, their rest — In bonds, their freedom — their relief, in pain — In life, their glory — and in all things, gain. 52 Poems of Dawn. LET NOT DOUBTS O'ERWHELM. How oft we doubt And fear we shall be overwhelmed in sin, Because temptation grows so strong without, Because our courage is so faint within. And thus we sigh: Then can it be that I have known the Lord ? Can I be one with him that sits on high? Have I e'er felt the power of his word? Is this poor life Fit prelude for a high eternity? Alas ! have I not yet begun the strife, Or must I fail before the victory ? O heart of doubt ! When wilt thou, O thou foolish heart, be wise ? Thou lookest everywhere, within, without, Forgetting only to lift up thine eyes. No more despair, There is no help for thee in things below; Search not within for hope — it is not there But unto Christ do thou for comfort go. Christ is thy Rock; Doubt not this firm foundation, true and tried; Fear not the gathering tempest's angry shock; It harms not those that on this Rock abide. Christ is thy friend; He knows thy weakness, he will give thee strength ; Trust! in his name is victory; he will end The conflict for thee; thou shalt win at length. 53 Poems of Dawn. Christ is thy peace; From penalty and stain he sets thee free; And in the white robe of his righteousness, Before the approving God presenteth thee. Christ is thy all; Forget thyself, and in him sweetly rest; And thou shalt enter, whatsoe 'er befall, The everlasting mansions of the blest. CHRIST WITHIN. A LIVING CHRIST, of wondrous birth, ^ Who trod the dreary paths of earth. Shedding abroad his holy light Through the deep gloom of sin's dark night. A dying Christ, whose precious blood Seals the poor sinner's peace with God; And fills the soul with fullest love, Like to the joy prepared above. A Christ ascoidcd — all is done, A world redeemed, a victory w^on. With angel hosts, a glorious throng. We'll sing with joy salvation's song. A living Christ our spirits need, A loving Christ our souls to feed; A dying Christ, our ransom he, A. risen Christ to set us free. -54 Poems of Dawn. This too our need — a Christ within^ A life with God, afar from sin, A Christ whose love our hearts shall fill, And quite subdue our wayward will. CHRIST, OUR TEACHER. LET him teach thee, weary soul; Isa. 1:4. Let his hands now make thee whole; Job !^ :i8. Let his peace thy heart control, — Col. 3:15. Let him teach thee. Into paths of righteousness Psa. 23:3. Let him lead and let him bless; Psa. 67:7. Let him save thee from distress, — Psa. 107:18. Let him teach thee. Let him guide thee w^ith his eye; Psa. 32:8. Let his hand thy need supply; Phil. 4:19. Let his goodness satisfy, — Psa. 65:4. Let him teach thee. Let his good word sanctify; Jno. 17:17. Let the furnace purify; i Peter 1:7. Let him say "Fear not; 'tis I," — Mark 6:50. Let him teach thee. Let him probe thy heart within; Psa. 66:10. Let him search out every sin; Psa. 139: 23. Let the glorious light shine in, — 2 Cor. 4:6. Let him teach thee. Let the Shepherd kindly feed; j Let him firmly, truly lead; ' ^ ' (He'll not break the bruised reed,) Isa. 42:3. Let him teach thee. 55 Poems of Dawn. Let him give thee songs at night; Job 35:10. Let him make the darkness light; Isa. 42:16. Let him set thy spirit right, — Psa. 51:10. Let him teach thee. In the tumult let him hide, Psa. 37 : 5 ; 3 1 : 30. Let him keep thee at his side; Ex. 33:21. Let his name be glorified, — Isa. 61:3. Let him teach thee. A LITTLE TALK WITH JESUS. A LITTLE talk with Jesus,— How it smooths the rugged road ! How it seems to help me onward, When I faint beneath my load ! When my heart is crushed with sorrow, And my eyes with tears are dim, There is naught can yield me comfort Like a little talk with him. I tell him I am weary, And I fain would be at rest; But I still will wait his bidding, For his way is always best. Then his promise ever cheers me 'Mid all the cares of life: — "I am come, and soon in glory Will end thy toil and strife." Ah ! that is what I 'm wanting, His lovely face to see — And I 'm not afraid to say it, I know he's wanting me. 56 Poems of Dawn. He gave his life a ransom To make me all his own, And he'll ne'er forget his promise To me, his purchased one. The way is sometimes weary To yonder nearing clime, But a little talk with Jesus Has helped me many a time. The more I come to know him, And all his grace explore, It sets me ever longing To know him more and more. A SOLITARY WAY. — Psa. 107 : 1-9 ; Prov. 14 : lo ; I Cor. 2 : 1 1 . — THERE is a mystery in human hearts, And though we be encircled by a host Of those who love us well, and are beloved, To every one of us, from time to time, There comes a sense of utter loneliness. Our dearest friend is " stranger " to our joy. And cannot realize our bitterness. "There is not one who really understands. Not one to enter into all I feel; " Such is the cry of each of us in turn. We wander in a " solitary way," No matter what or where our lot may be, Each heart, mysterious even to itself, Must live its inner life of solitude. 57 Poems of Dawn. — Job. 7 : 17 ; Matt. 10 : 2>7-— And would you know the reason why this is ? It is because the Lord desires our love. In every heart he washes to hQji?'st. He therefore keeps the secret-key himself, To open all its chambers, and to bless y^'iih. pe7'fect sympathy and holy peace Each solitary soul which comes to him. So w^hen we feel this loneliness, it is The voice of Jesus saying, " Come to me;" And every time we are " not understood," It is a call to us to come agal)i\ For Christ alone can satisfy the soul, And those w^ho walk with him from day to day Can never have "a solitary way." — Isa. 48 : 16; Psa. 34: 22. — And when beneath some heavy cross you faint, And say, " I cannot bear this load alone," You say the truth. Christ made it purposely So heavy that you must return to him. The bitter grief, wdiich " no one understands," Conveys a secret message from the King, Entreating you to come to him again. The Man of Sorrow^s understands it well. In all points tempted, he can feel with you. You cannot come too often, or too near. The Son of God is infinite in grace; His presence satisjics the longing soul; And those who walk with him from day to day Can never have " a solitary way." . J? Paems of Dawn. DOUBT HIM NOT, FIGHTING, waiting, struggling, trusting, Is he sure to bless? Prophets, fathers, martyrs, Christians, Answer, Yes. Fearest sometimes that thy Father Hath forgot? Though the clouds around thee gather, Doubt him not ! Always hath the daylight broken, Always hath he comfort spoken ! Better hath he been for years, Than thy fears. THE SECRET OF HIS PRESENCE. IN THE secret of his presence How my soul delights to hide: Oh, how precious are the lessons Which I learn at Jesus' side. Earthly cares can only vex me, Trials never lay me low. And when Satan comes to tempt me, To the secret place I go. When my soul is faint and thirsty, 'Neath the shadow of his wing There is cool and pleasant shelter. And a fresh and crystal spring* 59 Poems of Dawn. And my Saviour rests beside me, As we hold communion sweet; If I tried, I could not utter What he says, when thus we meet. Only this: I know, I tell him All my doubts, and griefs, and fears. Oh ! how patiently he listens. And my drooping heart he cheers. Do you think he ne'er reproves me? What a false friend he would be, If he never, never told me Of the faults which he must see. Do you think that I could love him Half so well, or as I ought, If he did not plainly tell me Each displeasing word and thought? No ! for he is very faithful. And that makes me trust him more. For I know that he does love me. Though sometimes he wounds me sore. Would you like to know the sweetness Of this secret of the Lord? Go and hide beneath his shadow, This shall then be your reward. And whene'er you leave the silence Of that happy meeting-place, You must mind and bear the image Of the Master in your face. 60 Poems of Dawn. HE RESTORETH MY SOUL. I AM often so weary of sorrow, So weary of struggling with sin, So timid concerning the morrow. So faithless of entering in To the beautiful rest that remaineth Secure in the city of God, Where shall enter no evil that staineth. Nor ever the spoiler hath trod. But aye, when the struggle is sorest. And dark the clouds grow o'er my soul, Dear Lord, the sweet cup that thou pourest Hath balm, and I drink and am whole. From the quenchless old well of salvation I quaff the pure waters divine. And a sense of triumphant elation Is thrilled through this spirit of mine. No hand but thine own, blessed Master, Could comfort and cheer in the day When the touch of a sudden disaster Hath cumbered and tangled the way. No look but thine own could illumine When night gathers black o'er the land, And strength that is failing and human Lieth prone on the desolate strand. But ever thy help is the nearest When help from the earth there is none. And ever the word that is dearest Is the word of the Crucified Son; 6i Poems of Damn. And aye, when the tempest-clouds gather, I fly for sweet shelter and peace Through the Son to the heart of the Father, Then terror and tremor do cease. He restoreth my soul, and I praise him Whose love is my chrism and crown; He restoreth my soul; let me raise him A song that his favor will own; For often so weary of sorrow. So weary of fighting with sin, I look and I long for the morrow When the ransom'd their freedom shall win. TEMPTED AND TRIED. TEMPTED and tried, oh ! the terrible tide May be raging and deep, may be wrathful and wide; Yet its fury is vain, for the Lord will sustain, And forever and ever Jehovah shall reign. Tempted and tried, yet the Lord at thy side Will guide thee, and keep thee, tho' tempted and tried. Tempted and tried, there is One at thy side And never in vain shall God's children confide. He will save and defend, for he loves to the end, Adorable Master, and glorious Friend. Tempted and tried, whatever betide. In his secret pavilion his children shall hide. 'Neath the shadowing wing of eternity's King, His children may trust, yea his children may sing. Tempted and tried, yet the Lord will abide, 62 Poems of Dawn. Thy faithful redeemer, and keeper, and guide, Thy shield and thy sword, thine exceeding reward; Then enough for the servant that he be as his Lord. Tempted and tried, the Saviour who died Hath called thee to suffer — then reign by his side. If his cross thou wilt bear, his crown thou shalt wear, And forever and ever his glory shall share. MY PRAYER. BEING perplexed, I say. Lord, make it right ! Night is as day to thee, Darkness is light. I am afraid to touch Things that involve so much. My trembling hand may shake, My unskilled hand may break; Thine can make no mistake. Being in doubt, I say. Lord, make it plain ! Which is the true, safe way. Which would be vain ? I am not wise to know, Nor sure of foot to go; My poor eyes cannot see What is so clear to thee — Lord, make it clear to me, 63 Poems of Dawn, TO JESUS kV^kX%, T ALWAYS go to Jesus, A When troubled or distressed; I always find a refuge When I with him can rest. I tell him all my trials, I tell him all my grief; And while my lips are speaking He gives my heart relief. When full of dread forebodings, And flowing o'er with tears, He calms away my sorrows, And hushes all my fears. He comprehends my weakness, The peril I am in, And he supplies the armor I need to vanquish sin. When those are cold and faithless Who once were fond and true, With careless hearts forsaking The old friends for the new, I turn to him whose friendship Knows neither change nor end: I always find in Jesus An ever faithful Friend. I always go to Jesus; No matter when or where I seek his gracious presence, I'm sure to find him there. 64 Poems of Dawn. In times of joy or sorrow, Whate'er my need may be, I always go to Jesus, And Jesus comforts me. WAIT ON THE LORD. WAIT, O thou weary one, a little longer, A few more years — it may be only days; Thy patient waiting makes thee all the stronger; Eternity will balance all delays. Wait, O thou suffering one, thy days of sorrow Bring to thy weary soul its richest gain; If thou a Christian art, a brighter morrow Will give thee ten-fold joy for all thy pain. Wait, O thou anxious one; the cloud that hovers In gathering gloom above thy aching head Is sent of God in mercy, and he covers Thee with his heavenly mantle overspread. Be patient and submissive; each disaster Will bring thee nearer to thy loving Lord. These trials make thee like thy blessed Master, Who knows them all, and will his grace afford. Be patient and submissive; strength is given For every step along the weary way. And for it all thou'lt render praise to heaven, When dreary night gives place to perfect day. Yes, perfect day, the day of God eternal, When not a shadow sKall flit o'er the scene (5) 65 Poe?ns of Daivn. In that fair land where all is bright and vernal^ And we will be with Christ, and naught be- tween. Wait, then, dear heart; control thy sad emotion; God will subdue each angry wind and wave. And when the voyage ends across life's ocean, Into the haven of sweet rest will save. A PRESENT HELP. THERE is never a day so dreary, But God can make it bright ; And unto the soul that trusts him, He giveth songs in the night. There is never a path so hidden. But God will show us the way. If we seek for the Spirit's guidance, And patiently wait and pray. There is never a cross so heavy, But the loving hands are there. Outstretched in tender compassion, The burden to help us bear. There is never a heart that is broken. But the loving Christ can heal ; For the heart that was pierced on Calvary, Doth still for his people feel. There is never a life so darkened, So hopeless and so unblest. But may be filled with the light of God, And enter his promised rest. 66 Poems of Dawn. There is never a sin or a sorrow, There is never a care or a loss, But that we may carry to Jesus, And leave at the foot of the cross. What more can we ask than he's promised ? (And we know that his word cannot fail,) Our refuge when storms are impending, Our help when temptations assail. Our Savior, our Friend and Redeemer, Our portion on earth and in heaven ; For he who withheld not his own Son, Hath with him all things freely given. THE DAY IS AT HAND. POOR, fainting spirit, still hold on thy way — The dawn is near ! True, thou art weary ; but yon brighter ray Becomes more clear. Bear up a little longer ; wait for rest : Yield not to slumber, though with toil oppressed. The night of life is mournful, but, look on — The dawn is near ! Soon will earth 's shadowy scenes and forms be gone ; Yield not to fear ! The mountains ' summit will, ere long be gained, And the bright world of joy and peace attained. "Joyful through hope," thy motto still must be — The dawn is near ! 67 Poems of Dawn. What glories will that dawn unfold to thee ! Be of good cheer ! Gird up thy loins ; bind sandals on thy feet; The way is dark and long; the end is sweet. COURAGE! MORNING DAWNS. THOUGH the night be dark and dreary, Though the way be long and weary, Morn shall bring thee light and cheer ; Child, look up, the morn is near. Though thine eyes are sad with weeping. Through the night thy vigils keeping, God shall wipe thy tears away, Turn thy darkness into day. Though thy spirit faints with fasting Through the hours so slowly wasting, Morn shall bring a glorious feast. Thou shalt sit an honored guest. HAVE FAITH IN GOD. WHEN the stormy winds are blowing, And the angry billows roll, When the mighty waves of trouble Surge around thy stricken soul, Have faith in God, Who reigns above ; Yes, trust in him, For he is love. 68 Poems of Dawn. When the way is rough and thorny, Danger all along the path, When the foe is ever planning How to crush thee in his wrath. Have faith in God ; His loving care Shall keep thee safe From every snare. When thine eyes are dim with weeping, And thy heart is full of woe For the loved that now are sleeping In the silent grave so low, Have faith in God ; The dead shall rise And meet the Savior From the skies. Art thou filled with eager longing For the night to pass away ? Art thou weary of the watching For the dawning of the day? Have faith in God ; He is our stay ; Soon, soon W\\\ come The perfect day. Art thou hoping, waiting, praying. For the presence of the Lord? Art thou waiting for the kingdom, And the glorious reward? Have faith in God ; Our King is here, / And soon his glory W^ill appear. 69 Poems of Dawn. GRACE SUFFICIENT. BEAR the burden of the present, Let the morrow bear its own ; If the morning sky be pleasant, Why the passing night bemoan? If the darkened heavens lower. Wrap thy cloak around thy form ; Though the tempest rise in power, God is mightier than the storm. Steadfast faith and hope unshaken Animate the trusting breast; Step by step the journey's taken Nearer to the land of rest. All unseen, the Master walketh By the toiling servant's side; Comfortable words he talketh, While his hands uphold and guideo Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow Rends thy heart to him unknown; He to-day and he to-morrow Grace sufficient gives his own. Then bear thy burden with good cheer, Take promptly up thy daily cross; Nor hesitate to shed a tear, Nor reckon o'er thy present loss, 70 Poems of Dawn, EVEN SO, FATHER. OOMETIME, when all life's lessons have been O learned, And sun and stars forevermore have set, The things which our weak judgment here has spurned — The things o'er which we grieved wath lashes wet — Will flash before us out of life's dark night, As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue; And We shall see how all God's plans were right. And how what seemed unkind was love most true. And w^e shall see, that while w^e weep and sigh, God's plans go on as best for you and me; How, when we called, he heeded not our cry, Because his wisdom to the end could see; And e'en as prudent parents disallow Too much of sweet to craving babyhood, So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now Life's sweetest things, because it seemeth good. And if, sometime, commingled with life's wine, We find the wormwood, and recoil and shrink, Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine Pours out this portion for our lips to drink; And if some friend we love is lying low% Where human kisses cannot reach his face, Oh! do not blame the loving Father; no, But bear your sorrow with obedient grace. 71 Poems of Dawn. And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friend, And that sometimes with sable pall of death There also comes a boon his love doth send. If we could push ajar the gates of truth, And stand within, and all God's workings see, We could interpret all apparent strife, And for life's mysteries could find the key. If not to-day, be thou content, poor heart ! God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold; We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. And if, through patient toil, we reach the land Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest, When we shall clearly know and understand, I think that we shall say that God knew best. WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS. WHAT a friend we have in Jesus," Sang a little child one day; And a weary woman listened To the darling's happy lay. All her life seemed dark and gloomy, All her heart w^as sad with care; Sweetly rang out baby's treble, — "All our sins and griefs to bear." She was pointing out the Savior Who could carry every woe; And the one who sadly listened Needed that dear helper so ! 72 Poems of Dawn. Sin and grief were heavy burdens For a fainting soul to bear; But the baby singer bade her "Take it to the Lord in prayer." With a simple, trusting spirit, Weak and worn, she turned to God, Asking Christ to take her burden, Owning him as her dear Lord. Jesus was her only refuge. He could take her sin and care, And he blessed the w^eary woman When she came to him in prayer. And the happy child, still singing, Little knew she had a part In God's w ondrous w ork of bringing Peace unto a troubled heart. TRUST HIM MORE. SINCE the Father's arm sustains thee, Peaceful be. When a chastening hand restrains thee. It is he. Know his love in full completeness Fills the measure of thy weakness; If he wounds thy spirit sore. Trust him more. Without measure, uncomplaining, In his hand 73 Poems of Dawn, Lay whatever things thou canst not Understand. Though the world thy folly spurneth, From thy faith in pity turneth, Peace thy inmost soul shall fill, Lying still. Like an infant, if thou thinkest Thou canst stand, Child-like, proudly pushing back The proffered hand, Courage soon is changed to fear, Strength doth feebleness appear. In his love if thou abide. He will guide. Therefore, whatso'er betideth. Night or day. Know his love for thee provideth Good alway. Crown of sorrow gladly take, Grateful wear it for his sake. Sweetly bending to his will, Lying still. To his own the Savior giveth Daily strength; To each troubled soul that striveth, Peace at length. Weakest lambs have largest share Of this tender Shepherd's care. Ask him not, then. When? or How? Only bow ! 74 Poems of Dawn. FOLLOW THE PATTERN. LET us take to our hearts a lesson — no lesson can braver be — From the ways of the tapestry weavers on the other side of the sea. Above their heads the pattern hangs; they study it w^ith care; The while their fingers deftly work, their eyes are fastened there. They tell this curious thing, besides, of the pa- tient, plodding weaver: He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for the right side ever. It is only when the weaving stops, and the web is loosed and turned, That he sees his real handiwork — that his mar- velous skill is learned. Ah ! the sight of its delicate beauty, how it pays him for all his cost ! No rarer, daintier work than his w^as ever done by the frost. Then the master bringeth him golden hire, and giveth him praise as w^ell; And how happy the heart of the weaver is, no tongue but his own can tell. The years of man are the looms of God, let down from the place of the sun, Wherein we are weaving alway, till the mystic w*eb is done — Weaving blindly, but weaving sure, each for him- self his fate. 75 Poems of Dawn. We may not see how the right side looks, we can only weave and wait. But looking above for the pattern, no weaver need have fear. Only let him look clear into heaven — the perfect pattern is there. If he keeps the face of our Savior forever and always in sight, His toil shall be sweeter than honey, his weaving is sure to be right. And when his task is ended, and the web is turned and shown, He shall hear the voice of the Master, who shall say to him, '' Well done ! " Since in copying thus the pattern, he had laid his own will down; And God for his wages shall give him, not coin^ but a glorious crown. IS IT FOR ME? IS IT for me, dear Savior, Thy glory and thy rest? For me, so poor and humble, Oh ! shall I thus be blessed ? Is it for me to see thee In all thy glorious grace. And gaze in endless rapture On thy beloved face ? Is it for me to listen To thy beloved voice, 76 Poems of Daw;?. And hear its sweetest music Bid even me rejoice? A thrill of solemn gladness Has hushed my very heart To think that I may really Behold thee as thou art; Behold thee in thy beauty; Behold thee face to face; Behold thee in thy glory And rest in thine emljrace. HIS WILL, NOT MINE, BE DONE. OTHOU of little faith! why dost thou fear? Didst thou forget that Jesus is so near? And hast thou thought that thou must walk alone ? Behold now at thy side the loved One. Aye, more than this, thou'rt held within his hand, And 'twas himself that hath thy trial planned ! There was a need be seen by Eye Divine, Although, perchance, not visible to thine. And wherefore wouldst thou see? Thou canst not tell If what thy heart contends for would be well Perhaps thy hope's fruition would be vain, Or prove a life-long discipline of pain ! Hast thou not seen, in retrospective life, That will of God which caused thee bitterest strife 77 Poems of Dawn. j Hath turned to sweetness — while the thing he gave j To suit M_y will grew darker than the grave? | There's rest supreme for souls that choose his will; A blest security from every ill. The things God chooses for us never fail ! They have their anchorage within the veil. OUR BOW OF PROMISE. A RAVELED rainbow overhead Lets down to earth its varying thread. Love's blue, joy's gold; and fair between Hope's shifting light of emerald green. On either side in deep relief A crimson pain, a violet grief. Wouldst thou amid their gleaming hues Snatch after those, and these refuse } Believe, could thine anointed eyes Follow their lines, and sound the skies, There where the fadeless glories shine Thine unseen Savior twists the twine ! And bs thou sure what tint soe'er The broken ray beneath may wear, It needs them all that, fair and white. His love may weave the perfect light. CHURCH of God, beloved and chosen. Church of Christ, for whom he died, Claim thy gifts and praise the giver ! Ye are washed and sanctified ! 78 Poems of Dawn, A LITTLE WHILE. A LITTLE while, our fightings shall be over; A little while, our tears be wiped away; A little while, the power of Jehovah Shall turn our darkness into gladsome day. A little while, the fears that oft surround us Shall to the memories of the past belong; A little while, the love that sought and found us Shall change our weeping into heaven's glad [song. A little while ! 'Tis ever drawing nearer — The brighter dawning of that glorious day. Blest Savior, make our spirits' vision clearer. And guide, O guide us in the shining way, A little while, O blessed expectation ! For strength to run with patience, Lord, we cry; Our hearts up-leap in fond anticipation; Our union with the Bridegroom draweth nigh. TRUE BEAUTY. BEAUTIFUL hands are they that do The work of the noble, good and true, Busy for them the long day through; Beautiful faces — they that wear The light of a pleasing spirit there. It matters little if dark or fair; And truly beautiful in God's sight. Are the precious souls who love the right. 79 Poems of Dawn, WAIT ON THE LORD. WHEN clouds hang heavy o'er thy way, And darker grows the weary day, And thou oppressed by anxious care Art ahnost tempted to despair, Still wait upon the Lord. When friends betray thy loving trust. And thou art humbled in the dust, When dearest joys from thee have fled, And Hope within thy heart lies dead, Still wait upon the Lord. When Death comes knocking at thy door. And in thy home are sorrows sore, Though age comes on and eyes grow dim. Still look to Christ, still trust in him, And wait upon the Lord. Whate'er thy care, believe his word; In joy or grief, trust in the Lord. Good courage he will give to thee, And strong, indeed, thy heart shall be, By waiting on the Lord. SWEET HARMONY AT LAST. I SAT alone at the organ, At the close of a troubled day. When the sunset's crimson embers On the western altar lay. 80 Poems of Dawn. I was weary with vain endeavor, My heart was ill at ease, And I sought to soothe my sadness With the voice of the sweet-toned keys. My hands were weak and trembling, My fingers all unskilled, To render the grand old anthem With which my soul was filled. Through the long day's cares and w^orries, I had dreamed of that glorious strain, And I longed to hear the organ Repeat it to me again. It fell from my untaught fingers Discordant and incomplete. I knew not how to e:5^ress it, Or to make the discord sweet; So I toiled with patient labor Till the last bright gleams were gone. And the evening's purple shadows Were gathering one by one. Then a Master stood beside me, And touched the noisy keys. And lo ! the discord vanished And melted in perfect peace. I heard the great organ pealing My tune that I could not play, The strains of the glorious anthem That had filled my soul all day. Down through the dim cathedral The tide of music swept, 81 (6) Poems of DaWiii And through the shadowy atcheg The lingering echoes crept; i And I stood in the purple twilight | And heard my tune again — j Not my feeble, untaught rendering, ' But the Master's perfect strain. So I think, perchance, the Master, At the close of life's weary day. Will take from our trembling fingers The tune that we cannot play; He will hear through the jarring discord } The strain, although half expressed; * He will blend it in perfect music, And add to it all the rest. ' COURA<}E! MY SOUL. LET nothing make thee sad or fretful, Or too regretful — ■ Be still; ■' What God hath ordered must be right; } Then find in it thine own delight, » My will. Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow About to-morrow. My heart? \ One watches all, with care most true. | Doubt not that he will give thee too _', Thy part. \ Only be steadfast, never waver, I Nor seek earth's favor. But rest; - 82 Poems of Vawn. Thou knowest that God's will must be For all his creatures — so for thee — The best. MY SACRIFICE. LAID on thine altar, O my Lord divine, Accept this gift to-day, for Jesus' sake. I have no jewels to adorn thy shrine, Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make, But here I bring, within my trembling hand, This wnll of mine — a thing that seemeth small ; And thou alone, O Lord, canst understand Hov^, when I yield thee this, I yield mine all. Hidden therein thy searching gaze canst see Struggles of passions, visions of delight, All that I have, or am, or fain would be — Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite. It hath been wet with tears, and dimmed with sighs. Clenched in my grasp till beauty hath it none. Now, from thy footstool, where it vanquished lies. The praver ascendeth — " Mav thy will be done!" Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail; And merge it so in Thine own will that I May never have a wish to take it back; When heart and courage fail, to thee I'd fly. So change, so purify, so like thine own. Make thou my will, so graced with love divine 83 Poems of Dawn. 1 may not know or feel it as mine own, But recognize my will as one with thine. | ONLY THY WAY, 0 GOD. HAVE thou thy way with me, O God ! E'en though I beg mine own; Heed not the body's noisy cry, But the souFs undertone. Have thou thy way with me, O God ! This is my spirit's choice. Though stubborn greed of present good Drown all with deafening voice. Have thou thy way with me, O God ! And, O my soul, take care, To have thy daily attitude In keeping with thy prayer. THE CHRISTIAN'S TRUE SUPPC^T. FATHER, thou knowest best — This thought is all my stay; I see but just the step ahead, Thou knowest all the way. To me, as on I walk, The way seems all obscure. But thou wilt guide my trembling feet, And make my footsteps sure. E'en though the darkness falls, And hides the path from view, 84 Poems of Dawn. Thy rod and staff direct me still, And will my strength renew. Father, the way seems long, My strength is very w^eak; Support me still by thy right hand, And words of comfort speak. T CANNOT do without thee; i I cannot stand alone; I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own; But thou, beloved Savior, Art all in all to me, And weakness will be power. If leaning hard on thee. COURAGE ! PRESS ON. 'TIRED ! well, what of that? A Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease, Fluttering the rose leaves scattered by the breeze ? Come, rouse thee ! work while it is called to-day: Courage ! arise ! go forth upon thy way. Lonely! and what of that? Some must be lonely; 'tis not given to all To feel a heart responsive rise and fall. To blend another life within its own: Work can be done in loneliness. Work on. Dark! well, what of that? Didst fondly dream the sun would never set? 85 Poems of Dawn. Dost fear to lose thy way ? Take courage yet ! Learn thou to walk by faith, and not by sight; Thy steps will guided be, and guided right. Hai'd! well, what of that? Didst fancy life one summer holiday, With lessons none to learn, and naught but play? Go — get thee to thy task ! Conquer or die ! g It must be learned; learn it then, patiently. f TRANSVERSE AND PARALLEL. MY WILL, dear Lord, from thine doth run Too oft a different way ; 'Tis hard to say, "Thy will be done," In every darkened day ! My heart longs still to do thy will And all thy word obey. My will sometimes would gather flowers; Thine blights them in my hand; Mine reaches for life's sunny hours; Thine leads through shadow land; And many days go on in ways I cannot understand. Yet more and more this truth doth shine From failure and from loss: The will that runs transverse from thine Doth thereby make its cross; Thine upright will cuts straight and still Through pride, and dream, and dross. Poems of Dawn. But if in parallel to thine My will doth meekly run, All things in heaven and earth are mine; My will is crossed by none; Thou art in me, and I in thee: Thy will and mine are done. BE STRONG. BE STRONG to bear, O heart of mine, Faint not when sorrows come. The sum of all these ills of earth Prepares thee for thy home. So many burdened ones there are Close toiling by thy side, Assist, encourage, comfort them. Thine own deep anguish hide. What though thy trials may seem great.'* Thy strength is known to God, And pathways steep and rugged lead To pastures green and broad. Be strong to love, O heart of mine, Live not for self alone; But find, in blessing other lives. Completeness for thine ow^n. Seek every hungry heart to feed, Each saddened heart to cheer; And when stern justice stands aloof. In inercy draw thou near. True, loving words and helping hands Have won more souls for heaven Than all the mixed and various creeds By priests and sages given. S7 Poems of Dawn. For every grief a joy will come, For every toil a rest; So hope, so love, so patient bear — God doeth all things best. Be strong to hope, O heart of mine, Look not on life's dark side; For just beyond these gloomy hours Rich, radiant days abide. Let hope, like summer's rainbow bright. Scatter thy falling tears, And let God's precious promises Dispel thy anxious fears. THERE'S ONLY ONE. — Psalm 73 125 . — THERE'S only one upon whose care We safely lay our thoughts to rest, There's only one who knows the depth Of sorrow in each stricken breast. There's only one whose pity falls Like dew upon the wounded heart; There's only one who never leaves Though enemy and friend depart. There's only one, when none are by. To wipe away the falling tear; There's only one to heal the wound, 'And stay the weak one's timid fear. There's only one who understands And enters into all we feel; There's only one who views each spring And each perplexing wheel in wheel. Poems of Daiun. There's only one who can support, And who sufficient grace can give To bear up under every grief, And spotless in this world to live O blessed Jesus, Friend of friends ! Lift over us thy sheltering arm. And while amid this evil world, Protect us from its guilt and harm AMEN, AMEN. I cannot say. Beneath the pressure of life's cares to-day, I joy in these; But I can say That I would rather walk this rugged way, If Him it please. I cannot feel That all is well when dark'ning clouds concea] The shining sun; But then I know God lives and loves; and say, since it is so. ''Thy will be done." I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad. 89 Poems of Dawn. I do not see Why God should e'en permit some things to be, When he is love; But I can see, Though often dimly, through the mystery. His hand above. I may not try To keep the hot tears back; but hush that sigh, " It might have been; " And try to still Each rising murmur, and to God's sweet will Respond — Amen. THY WILL BE DONE. Tl/^E SEE not, know not; all our way Vt Is night; with thee alone is day. From out the torrent's troubled drift, Above the storm our prayer we lift. Thy will be done ! The flesh may fail, the heart may faint; But who are we to make complaint. Or dare to plead in times like these The weakness of our love of ease? Thy will be done ! We take with solemn thankfulness Our burden up, nor ask it less, And count it joy that even we May suffer, serve, or wait on thee, Whose will be done ! 90 Poems of Dawn. Though dim as yet in tint and line, We trace thy picture's wise design, And thank thee that our age supplies The dark relief of sacrifice: Thy will be done ! And if in our unworthiness Thy sacrificial wine we press. If from thy ordeal's heated bars Our feet are seamed with crimson scars, Thy will be done ! If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And blest by thee, our present pain Be liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done ! Strike, thou the Master, we thy keys, The anthem of thy destinies ! The minor of thy loftier, strain. Our hearts shall beat the old refrain, Thy will be done ! TAKE HEART. LET me take heart ! the present scene shall soon be o'er; The clustering clouds shall hide the sun at noon no more. The tears now dropping from my eyes shall be forgot; The joys undimmed by sin and misery, my lot. 91 Poems of Dawn. The storm now sweeping through the troubled sky be past; The longed-for morning without clouds arise at last. The hindmost shadow soon shall utterly depart; Then let me watch and wait, and hopefully take heart. DISCIPLINE. THE hammer of thy discipline, O Lord, Strikes fast and hard. Life's anvil rings again To thy strong strokes. And yet we know 'tis then That from the heart's hot iron all abroad The rich glow spreads. Great Fashioner divine, Who spareth not, in thy far-seeing plan. The blows that shape the character of man. Or fire that makes him yield to touch of thine, Strike on, then, if thou wilt ! For thou alone Canst rightly test the temper of our will, Or tell how these base metals may fulfill Thy purpose — making all our life thine own. Only we do beseech thee, let the pain Of fiery ordeals through which we go Shed all around us such a warmth and glow. Such cheerful showers of sparks in golden rain, That hard hearts maybe melted, cold hearts fired, And callous hearts be taught to feel and see That discipline is more to be desired Than all the ease that keeps us back from thee. 92 Poeffts of Dawn PERFECT LOVE. OGOD ! this is my plea. Whate'er the process be. This love to know And if, the prize to ^ain, Through sorrow, toil and pnin I go, ere self be slain, Amen ! I go. Rooted and grounded ! yes, For this I plead. O ! bless My waiting soul. Will not this proud heart melt Unless the rod be felt.? In mercy be it dealt, And make me whole. To thee I humbly bow And pray thou wilt e'en now The work begin. 'Tis all that I desire This fulness to acquire; This one great purifier Dwelling within. PRESS ON. BUILD thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast. Till thou at length art free, [sea. Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting 91 Poems of I) awn. MASTER, SAY ON 1\ /TASTER, speak! thy servant heareth, J-Vi Longing for thy gracious word, Longing for thy voice that cheereth; Master, let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for thee; What hast thou to say to me? Often through my heart is pealing Many another voice than thine. Many an unwilled echo stealing From the w^alls of this thy shrine. Let thy longed-for accents fall; Master, speak ! and silence all. Master, speak ! I cannot doubt thee; Thou wilt through life's pathway lead; Savior, Shepherd, oh ! without thee Life would be a blank indeed. Yet I seek still fuller light. Deeper love, and clearer sight. Resting on the " faithful saying,' Trusting what thy gospel saith, On thy written promise staying All my hope in life and death; — Yet I ask for more and more From thy love's exhaustless store. Master, speak ! and make me ready, As thy voice is daily heard. With obedience glad and steady. Still to follow every word. 94 Poems of Dawn. 1 am listening, Lord, for thee: Master, speak, speak on, to me ! OUR HANDS OF PRAYER. A TENDER child of summers three. Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stairs timidly. " O mother, take my hand," said she, "And then the dark will all be ligrht." 't>' We older children grope our way From dark behind to dark before; And only when our hands w^e lay, Dear Lord, in thine, the night is day, And there is darkness nevermore. Reach downward to the sunless days. Wherein all guides are blind but thee. And faith is small and hope delays; Take thou the hands of prayer we raise. And let us feel the light of thee. GOD KNOWS. GOD knows — not I — the devious way Wherein my faltering feet must tread. Before into the light of day My steps from out this gloom are led. And since my Lord the path doth see. What matter if 'tis hid from me ? 95 Poems of Dawn. God knows — not I — how sweet accord Shall grow at length from out this clash Of earthly discords which have jarred On soul and sense; I hear the crash, Yet feel and know that on his ear Breaks harmony — full, deep and clear. God knows — not I — why, when I'd fain Have walked in pastures green and fair, The path he pointed me hath lain Through rocky deserts bleak and bare. I blindly trust — since 'tis his will — This way lies safety, that way ill. His perfect plan I may not grasp. Yet I can trust Love Infinite, And with my feeble fingers clasp The hand which leads me into light. My soul upon his errand goes — The end I know not — but Cod knows. I CAN TRUST. I CANNOT see, with my small human sight. Why God should lead this way or that for me; I only know he saith, " Child, follow me." But I can trust. I know not why my path should be at times So straitly hedged, so strangely barred before; I only know God could keep wide the door. But I can trust. 96 Poems of Dawn. I often wonder, as with trembling hand I cast the seed along the furrowed ground, If ripened fruit for God will there be found. But I can trust, I cannot know why suddenly the storm Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath; But this I know, God watches still my path — And I can trust. "HE CARETH FOR YOU." — I Pet. 5:7.— HOW strong and sweet my Father's care ! The words, like music in the air, Come answering to my whispered prayer — He cares for thee. The thought great wonder with it brings. ]My cares are all such little things, But to this truth my glad faith clings, He cares for me. Yes, keep me ever in thy love, Dear Father, watching from above, And let me still thy mercy prove, And care for me. Cast me not off because of sin, But make me pure and true within, And teach me how thy smile to win. Who cares for me. (7) 97 Poems of Dawn. O still, in summer's golden glow, Or wintry storms of wind and snow, Love me, my Father: let me. know Thy care for me. And I wall learn to cast the care Which like a heavy load I bear Down at thy feet in lowly prayer And trust in thee. For naught can hurt me, shade or shine Nor evil thing touch me, nor mine. Since thou with tenderness divine Dost care for me. THE WINGS OF FAITH. FAITH soars and sings on her tireless wings; Though woe assail, with her blinding hail, And pain come near With her words of fear. Through all the day, on her love-tracked way, Her burnished eye is turned to the sky. As if something there That were w^ondrous fair. Her soul has bound, in its gold threads round; And ne'er again can the hand of pain. Nor aught of woe That we mortals know, 98 Foems of Dawn. Bring Faith's wings back from the shining track, Whose end she sees by the healing trees, Where waters run In a glowing sun. And days are bright with seven-fold light, And the moon is clear as the sun is here; Where gates of pearl In their colors whirl. Like rainbows blent in the Orient; And walls are fair with their jewels rare — O, her anchor holds To the streets of gold ! And she soars and sings on her tireless wings. For some day she in that nest shall be. When it cometh down On the mountain's crown ! And His feet are set on Olivet Who went away at the close of day To return again With a kingly train. O naught faith cares for the scorn she bears: Will not her Lord give sure reward. In the coming hour Of his pomp and power? When the waste shall bloom and the robber tomb Engulf no more on sea or shore. And knowledge be, Like the deep, broad sea ? 99 Poems of Dawn. JOY COMETH. OUT of the weary shades of night, Out of the darkness cometh light; In fearful doubt or midnight storm, Courage and hope of faith are born. From mountain height the tempest flings Earth's hope beneath death's mighty wings; But lo ! there shines the " morning star," Gleaming in glory from afar. Beyond the storin king's mantling shroud, God's signet ring upon the cloud Pledges his love and truth and light, When faith herself is lost in sight. TRUST IN THE LORD. — Psalm 52 : 8. — 0 trust thyself to Jesus, When conscious of thy sin- Of its heavy weight upon thee, Of its mighty power within. Then is the hour of pleading His finished work for thee; Then is the time for singing. His blood was shed for me. O trust thyself to Jesus, When faith is dim and weak, And the very One thou needest Thou canst not rise to seek. Then is the hour for seeing That he hath come to thee; Poems of Dawn. Then is the time for singing, His touch hath healed me. O trust thyself to Jesus, When tempted to transgress By hasty word, or angry look. Or thought of bitterness. Then is the hour for claiming Thy Lord to fight for thee; Then is the time for singing. He doth deliver me. O trust thyself to Jesus, When daily cares perplex, And trifles seem to gain a power Thy inner soul to vex. Then is the hour for grasping His hand who walked the sea; Then is the time for singing, He makes it calm for me. O trust thyself to Jesus, When some truth thou canst not see For the mists of strife and error. That veil its form from thee. Then is the hour for looking To him to guide thee right; Then is the time for singing, The Lord shall be my light. O trust thyself to Jesus, In bright and happy days, When tasting earthly gladness. Or winning human praise, loi Poems of Daivn. Then is the hour for hiding In the shadow of his wings; Then is the time for singing, Praise to the King of kings. O trust thyself to Jesus, When thou art wearied sore When head or hand refuses To think or labor more. Then is the hour for leaning Upon the Master's breast ; Then is the time for singing, My Savior gives me rest. O trust thyself to Jesus, When thou art tried with pain ; No power for prayer, the only thought How to endure the strain. Then is the hour for resting In his perfect love to thee ; Then is the time for singing. He thinks, and cares for me. O trust thyself to Jesus, In days of feebleness. When thou canst only dumbly feel Thy utter helplessness. Then is the hour for proving His mighty power in thee ; Then is the time for singing, His grace sufficeth me. O trust thyself to Jesus, When thou art full of care, Poems of Dawn. For wanderers whom thou canst not win Our blessed hope to share. Then is the hour for trusting Thy Lord to bring them nigh ; Then is the time for singing, He loves them more than I. O trust thyself to Jesus, When loved ones pass away. When very lonely seems thy life, ' And very dark thy way. Then is the hour for yielding Entirely to his wnll ; Then is the time for singing, I have my Savior still. O trust thyself to Jesus, When flesh and heart do fail, And thou art called to enter ^ Death's dark, o'ershadowed vale. Then is the hour for saying, I will no evil fear ; Then is the time for singing. Lord, thou art with me here. O trust thyself to Jesus, As thy spirit takes its flight, From every earthly shadow, To the realm of perfect light. Then is the hour for shouting, Christ hath done all for me ; Then is the time for singing. He gives the victory. 103 Poems of Dawn. WE THANK THEE. WE thank thee, O Father, for all that is bright— The gleam of the day and the stars of the night ; The flowers of our youth and the fruits of our prime, And blessings that march down the pathway of time. We thank thee, O Father, for all that is dear — The sob of the tempest, the flow of the tear ; For never in blindness and never in vain Thy mercy permitted a sorrow or pain. We thank thee, O Father, for song and for feast — The harvest that glowed and the warmth that increased ; For never a blessing encompassed thy child But thou, in thy mercy, looked downward and smiled. We thank thee, O Father of all, for the power Of aiding each other in life's darkest hour ; The generous heart and the bountiful hand. And all the soul-help that sad souls understand. We thank thee, O Father, for days yet to be — For hopes that our future will call us to thee ; That all our eternity form, through thy love. One Thanksgiving day in the mansions above. 104 Poems of Dawn. "WE SHALL BE LIKE HIM. We shall be like him. O, how rich the promise ! What greater could our leather's love prepare? Few are the words, and softly are they spoken, But who shall tell the glories hidden there? We shall be like him, for we'll have his nature, He'll lift us up and with his glory bless ; He took our sin, O wondrous condescension ! That he might clothe us in his righteousness. He bore our sickness, fainted with our weakness, That he might give us perfect strength and health; He walked with us in poverty and hunger. To make us sharers of his boundless wealth. We shall be like him, raised above all weakness, Forever past all weariness and pain ; Even death itself shall have no power to touch us, When like our risen Lord with him we reign. While now in gracious love he calls us brethren, And we his spotless robe with gladness wear. Faith grasps the promise of the glorious future — " We shall be like him when he shall appear." O, what has earth our thirsting souls to offer. Compared with that abundant life to come? How poor its pleasures and how dim its splendor, Beside the glory of the promised throne ! 105 Poems of Dawn. Now looking forth beyond time's misty shadows, With seers of far-off ages we may sing, "I shall be satisfied when I awaken With thine own likeness, O my God and King !" So in the hope of bearing his dear image. Rejoicing in his precious gift of peace. His love shall keep our hearts in patient waiting, Till we in righteousness behold his face. JESUS ONLY. IESUS only ! In the shadow Of the cloud so chill and dim. We are clinging, loving, trusting. He with us and we with him ; All unseen, though ever nigh, Jesus only, — all our cry, Jesus only ! In the glory. When the shadows all are flown. Seeing him in all his beauty. Satisfied with him alone ; May we join his ransomed throng, Jesus only, — all our song ! DEEDS, NOT WORDS. T^HEY do the least A Who talk the most, Whose good designs Are all their boast. Let words be few. io6 Poems of Dawn. They do the most Whose lives possess The sterling stamp Of righteousness; For deeds are true. ENTER IN. Fellow-Christian, enter in — Into the work that calls for you, Into the promises grand and true: Into the joy of faith that waits: Why stand here idly without the gates. When the fields are ripe ? You say you cannot know What God has here for you to do, Or the way wherein your feet should go; But if you enter in to-day. He'll show you, in his own sweet way. Your privileged place. And when sheaves are gathered in. We may be sure, in that blissful day, To sowers and reapers Christ will say, — You who well toiled and labored and bore, And zealously sought for more and more Of God's blessed work, — Come in, come in — Into the rest prepared for you, Into the glory now brought to view." Their heavenly Bridegroom will await Their triumphant entrance within the gate Of Immortality. 107 Poems of Dawn. A LITTLE LIGHT. 'T^WAS but a little light she bore, 1 While standing at the open door; A little light, a feeble spark. And yet it shone out through the dark \ With cheerful ray, and gleamed afar ' As brightly as the polar star. A little light, a gentle hint. That falls upon the page of print, May clear the vision, and reveal The precious treasures doubts conceal, And guide men to an open door, Where they new regions may explore. A little light dispels the gloom That gathers in the shadowed room. Where want and sickness find their prey, And night seems longer than the day, And hearts with many troubles cope And feebler glows the spark of hope. O, sore the need that some must know While journeying through this vale of w^oe ! Dismayed, disheartened, gone astray. Caught in the thickets by the way. For lack of just a little light To guide their wandering steps aright. It may be little we can do To help another, it is true; But better is a little spark Of kindness, when the way is dark. Than one should walk in paths forbidden For lack of light we might have given. 1 08 Poems of Dawn. LIGHT AND TRUTH. The light is ever silent; It sparkles on morn's million gems of dew, It flings itself into the shower of noon, It weaves its gold into the cloud of sunset. Yet not a sound is heard; it dashes full On yon broad rock, yet not an echo answers; It lights in myriad drops upon the flower, Yet not a blossom stirs; it does not move The slightest film of floating gossamer, Which the faint touch of insect's wing wo'ld shiver. The light is ever pure. No art of man can ever rob it of its beauty, Nor stain its unpolluted heaven lines. It is the fairest, purest thing in nature; Fit type of heavenly truth, which is all pure. Truth, too, with noiseless grandeur Upon its heavenly mission goeth forth. It shines upon a sin-polluted earth Until its vileness doth so vile appear, That men despise, then banish it from sight. It shineth on, 'till neath its rays benign The buds of heav'nly virtue do appear. And earth gives promise of a summer-time. And so 'twill ever shine, till fruit and flower Of virtue, peace and praise bedeck the earth. Truth, like the light, is pure; And no device to rob it of its glory. Or drag it down base purposes to serve. Can e'er succeed. O, no ! its heav'nly glory Shall in due time the universe pervade. 109 Poems of Dawn. MY ONE TALENT. IN a napkin smooth and white, Hidden from all mortal sight, ]My one talent lies to-night. Mine to hoard, or mine to use, Mine to keep, or mine to lose; May I not do what I choose ? Ah ! the gift was only lent, With the Giver's known intent That it should be wisely spent. And I know he will demand Every farthing at my hand. When I in his presence stand. What will be my grief and shame When I hear my humble name. And cannot repay his claim ! Some will double what they hold; Others add to it tenfold, And pay back in shining gold. Lord, O teach me what to do ! I would faithful be and true; Still the sacred trust renew. Help me, ere too late it be, Something now to do for thee; Thou who hast done all for me ! Poems of Dawn. THE TIME IS SHORT. Up, up," my soul, the long-spent time redeeming ; Sow thou the seeds of better deed and thought ; Light other lamps, while yet the light is beaming ; The time, the time is short. Think of the eyes that often weep in sadness. Seeing not the truth that God to theehas taught: O bear to them this light and joy and gladness ; The time, the time is short. Think of the feet that stray from misdirection, And into snares of error's doctrine brought : Bear then to them these tidings of salvation ; The time, the time is short. The time is short. Then be thy heart a brother's To every heart that needs thy help in aught. How much they need the sympathy of others ! The time, the time is short. BE VIGILANT. UP THEN, and linger not, thou saint of God, Fling from thy shoulders each impeding load ; Be brave and wise, shake off earth's soil and sin, That with the Bridegroom thou mayst enter in. O watch and pray ! Clear hath the voice been heard. Behold I've come — That voice that calls thee to thy glorious home, That bids thee leave these vales and take swift wing, Poems of Dawn. To meet the hosts of thy descending king ; — And thou may'st rise ! Here's a thick throng of foes, afar and ne^r ; The grave in front, a hating world in rear ; Yet fle^ thou canst not, victory must be won, Ere fall the shadows of thy setting sun : — And thou must fight. Gird on thy armor ; face each weaponed foe ; Deal with the sword of heaven the deadly blow ; Forward, still forward, till the prize divine Rewards thy zeal, and victory is thine; Win thou the crown. LET US GO FORTH. — HEB. 13 : 13. — SILENT, like men in solemn haste, Girded wayfarers of the waste. We pass out at the world's wide gate. Turning our back on all its state; We press along the narrow road That leads to life, to bliss, to God. We cannot and we would not stay ; We dread the snares that throng the way; We fling aside the weight and sin. Resolved the victory to win ; We know the peril, but our eyes Rest on the splendor of the prize. What though with weariness oppressed? ,'Tis but a little and we rest. This throbbing heart and burning brain Will soon be calm and cool again ; 112 JPoems of Dawn. Night is far spent and morn is near — Morn of the cloudless and the clear. No idling now, no slothful sleep, From Christian toil our pow'rs to keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight, No thought of yielding or of flight ; No love of present gain or ease, No seeking man or self to please. No sorrow for the loss of fame. No dread of scandal on our name ; No terror for the world's sharp scorn, No wish that taunting to return ; No hatred can to hatred move The soul that's filled with pitying love. No sigh for laughter left behind, Or pleasures scattered to the wind ; No looking back on Sodom's plains, No listening still to Babel's strains ; No tears for Egypt's song and smile. No thirsting for its flowing Nile. 'Tis but a little and we come To our reward, our crown, our home ! Another year, or more, or less. And we have crossed the wilderness ; Finished the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph won ! We grudge not, then, the toil, the way ; Its ending is the endless day ! We shrink not from these tempests keen. With little of the calm between ; "3 (8) Poems of Dawn. We welcome each descending sun; Ere morn our joy may be begun ! GO LABOR ON. GO LABOR on ; spend and be spent, — Thy joy to do thy Father's will ; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still ? Go labor on ; 'tis not for naught ; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain ; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not ; The Master praises — what are men ? Go labor on ; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee — if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer: No toil for him shall be in vain. Men sit in darkness at thy side. Without a hope beyond the tomb ; Take up the torch and wave it wide. The torch that lights the thickest gloom. Go labor on ; thy hands are weak, Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down, Yet falter not ; the prize ye seek, Is near — a kingdom and a crown ! OWHAT, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. 114 Poems of Dawn. WORKERS AND WINNERS. IJ'EEP striving: The winners are those who V have striven And fought for the prize that no idler has won; To the hands of the steadfast alone it is given, And before it is gained, there is work to be done. Keep climbing : The earnest and steadfast have scaled The height where the pathway was rough to the feet ; But the faint-hearted faltered, and faltering, failed, And sank down by the wayside in helpless defeat. Keep hoping : The clouds hide the sun for a time. But sooner or later they scatter and flee, And the path glows like gold to the toilers who climb To the heights where men look over landscape and sea. Keep onw^ard — right on, till the prize is attained ; Front the future with courage, and obstacles fall. By those, and those only, the victory's gained Who look not to themselves but to God above all. "5 Poems of Dawn. ENDURANCE. YET nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blanch not at thy chosen lot. The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown — yet faint thou not Nor heed the shaft so surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell at last The victory of endurance born. PRAYER OF THE CONSECRATED. WE seek not. Lord, for tongues of flame, Or healing virtue's mystic aid ; But power thy Gospel to proclaim — The balm for wounds that sin has made. Breathe on us. Lord ; thy radiance pour On all the wonders of the page Where hidden lies the heavenly lore That blessed our youth and guides our age. Grant skill each sacred theme to trace. With loving voice and glowing tongue, As when upon thy words of grace The wondering crowds enraptured hung Grant faith, that treads the stormy deep If but thy voice shall bid it come ; And zeal, that climbs the mountain steep. To seek and bring the wanderer home. Give strength, blest Savior, in thy might; Illuminate our hearts, and we, Poems of Dawn. Transformed into thine image bright, Shall teach, and love, and live, like thee. A PERFECT TRUST. 0 BLESSED peace of a perfect trust, My loving God, in thee ; Unwavering faith, that never doubts Thou choosest best for me. Best, though my plans be all upset ; Best, though the way be rough ; Best, though my earthly store be scant ; In thee I have enough. Best, though my health and strength be gone, Though weary days be mine, Shut out from much that others have ; Not my will. Lord, but thine ! And e'en though disappointments come, They too are best for me, To wean me from a clam'ring world, And lead me nearer thee. O ! blessed peace of a perfect trust That looks away from all ; That sees thy hand in everything, In great events or small ; That hears thy voice — a Father's voice — Directing for the best : — O ! blessed peace of a perfect trust, A heart with thee at rest ! 117 Poems of Dawn. 0 USE ME, LORD. LORD, speak to me., that I may speak In living echoes of thy tone ; As thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children, lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet ; O feed 7ne, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 0 strengthen 7ne., that while I stand Firm on the Rock, and strong in thee, 1 may stretch out a helping hand To wrestlers in the troubled sea. O teach 7?ic, Lord, that I may teach The precious things thou dost impart ; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O give thine own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from thee, To weary ones in needful hour. O fill me with thy fulness., Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, thy praise to show. O use 77ie., Lord, use even me, Just as thou wilt, and when, and where ; Until thy blessed face I see. Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share. ii8 Foems of Dawn. IF I COULD KNOW. IF I could only surely know That all these things that tire me so Were noticed by my Lord — The pang that cuts me like a knife, The noise, the weariness, the strife, And all the nameless ills of life — What peace it would afford ! I wonder if he really shares In all these little human cares. This mighty King of kings ! — If he who guides through boundless space Each radiant planet in its place, Can have the condescending grace To mind these petty things. It seems to me, if sure of this. Blent with each ill would come such bliss That I might covet pain. And deem whatever brought to me The blessed thought of Deity, And sense of Christ's sweet sympathy, Not loss, but richest gain. Dear Lord, my heart shall no more doubt That thou dost compass me about With sympathy divine. The Love for me once crucified Is not the love to leave my side, But waiteth ever to divide Each smallest care of mine. 119 Poems of Dawn. THE VOICE IN THE TWILIGHT. I WAS sitting alone in the twilight, With spirit troubled and vexed, With thoughts that were morbid and gloomy. And faith that w^as sadly perplexed. Some homely work I was doing For the child of my love and care, Some stitches half wearily setting, In the endless need of repair. But my thoughts were about the " building," The work some day to be tried; And that only gold and the silver, And the precious stones, should abide. And remembering my own poor efforts. The w^retched work I had done. And, even w^hen trying most truly. The meager success I had won: ' It is nothing but 'wood, hay and stubble,' " I said; "it will all be burned" — This useless fruit of the talents One day to be returned. ' And I have so longed to serve him, And sometimes I know I have tried; But I 'm sure when he sees such building, He never will let it abide." Just then, as I turned the garment, That no rent should be left behind, My eye caught an odd little bungle Of mending and patchwork combined. Poems of Dawn. My heart grew suddenly tender, And something blinded my eyes, With one of those sweet intuitions That sometimes make us so wise. Dear child ! She wanted to help me. I knew 'twas the best she could do; But oh ! what a botch she had made it— The gray mismatching the blue ! And yet — can you understand it? — With a tender smile and a tear. And a half compassionate yearning, I felt she had grown more dear. Then a sweet voice broke the silence; And the dear Lord said to me, Art thou tenderer for the little child Than I am tender for thee? " Then straightway I knew his meaning. So full of compassion and love, And my faith came back to its Refuge Like the glad returning dove. For I thought, when the Master-builder Comes down his temple to view. To see what rents must be mended, And what must be builded anew. Perhaps as he looks o'er the building He will bring my work to the light. And seeing the marring and bungling. And how far it all is from rigrht. Poems of Dawn. He will feel as I felt for my darling, And will say, as I said for her, " Dear child ! She wanted to help me. And love for me was that spur. " And for the true love that is in it. The work shall seem perfect as mine, And because it was willing service, I will crown it with plaudit divine." And there in the deepening twilight I seemed to be clasping a hand, And to feel a great love constraining me, Stronger than any command. Then I knew, by the thrill of sweetness, 'Twas the hand of the Blessed One, That will tenderly guide and hold me Till all my labor is done. So my thoughts are nevermore gloomy, ISIy faith no longer is dim. But my heart is strong and restful. And my eyes are looking to him. THE TRANSFORMATION. TO the Potter's house I went down one day. And watched him while moulding the vessels of clay. And many a wonderful lesson I drew, As I noted the process the clay went through. Trampled and broken, down-trodden and rolled, To render more plastic and tit for the mould, 122 Poems of Dawn. How like the clay that is human, I thoiio^ht, When in Heavenly hands to perfection brought; For Self must be cast as the dust at his feet, Before it is ready for service made meet. And Pride must be broken, and self-will lost — All laid on the altar, whatever the cost. But lo ! by and by, a delicate vase Of wonderful beauty and exquisite grace. Was it once the vile clay? Ah! yes; yet how strange. The Potter has wrought such a marvelous change ! Not a trace of the earth, nor mark of the clay — The fires of the furnace have burned them away. Wondrous skill of the Potter — the j^raise is his due. In whose hands to perfection and beauty it grew. Thus with souls lying still, content in God's hand. That do not his power of working withstand. They are moulded and fitted, a treasure to hold. Vile clay now transformed into j^urest of gold. TO-DAY I seem to understand That pain and trial, grief and care, Are chisels in an unseen hand That round us into statues fair. 123 Poems of Dawn. DIVINE GUIDANCE. LORD, when I strive to serve thee most, Yet toil in vain; When I can see but labor lost, Instead of gain; When plans fall out another way From what seems best, And failure comes though I obey Thy clear behest; When hopes whereon I dare to lean Thou dost deny; When thou forbiddest me to glean The fields near by; When fairest prospects, opening wide Before mine eyes, Thou wallest in on every side. And mountains rise That faith seems powerless to remove — Then, dearest Lord, Draw near to me, draw near and prove Thy written Word ! That thou in all things dost ordain Thy children's good; That joy shall be the fruit of pain, When understood. T24 Poems of Dawn. I know, and yet — O slow of heart — But half believe; And when I fail, in secret smart, And fret and grieve, Fill me with faith's complete content In thee, O Lord, And make me willing to be spent Without reward — Of earthly sort, but heavenly gain- To seek alone For others' good, by toil and pain. Not for mine o^vn. And when my failures cast me down, Make me to rest. In glorious hope of victor's crown. Forever blest. I would not look at "things behind"' With wistful eye; Nor seek in earthly things to find A comfort nigh. The weary sea-bird goes to sleep On tossing waves. Untroubled by the storm, the deep, In trust that saves. It is the hollow of thy hand That shapes its nest; So, though I may not understand, Alake me to rest. 125 Poems of Dawn. GROWING IN GRACE. UNTO him that hath thou givest Ever "more abundantly." Lord, I live because thou livest, Therefore give more life to me; Therefore speed me in the race; Therefore let me grow in grace. Deepen all thy work, O Master, Strengthen every downward root, Only do thou ripen faster More and more thy pleasant fruit. Purge me, prune me, self abase. Only let me grow in grace. Father, grace for grace outpouring, Show me ever greater things; Raise me higher, sunward soaring, Mounting as on eagle's wings. By the brightness of thy face, Father, let me grow in grace. Let me grow by sun or shower; Every moment water me; Make me really hour by hour More and more conformed to thee, That thy loving eye may trace. Day by day, my growth in grace. Let me, then, be always growing. Never, never standing still; Listening, learning, better knowing Thee and thy most blessed will. Lighted in thy holy place, Daily let me grow in grace. 126 Poems of Dawn. FULL CONSECRATION. 0 SACRED union with the Perfect :vlind ! Transcendent bliss, which thou alone canst give, How blest are they this Pearl of price who find. And, dead to earth, have learned in thee to live. And thus, while dead to human hopes I lie. Lost, and forever lost, to all but thee, My happy soul, since it has learned to die. Has found new life in thine infinity. With joy we learn this lesson of the cross. And tread the toilsome way which Jesus trod; And counting present life and all things loss, We find in death to self the life of God. HE THAT SCATTERETH INCREASETH. IS thy cruise of comfort failing? Rise and share it with another, And through all the years of famine It shall serve thee and thy brother. Love divine will fill thy storehouse, Or thy handful still renew; Scanty fare for one will often Make a royal feast for two. For the heart grows rich in giving; All its wealth is livingf orrain; Seeds which mildew in the garner. Scattered, fill with gold the plain. 127 Poems of Dawn. Is thy burden hard and heavy? Do thy steps drag wearily ? Help to bear thy brother's burden; God will bear both it and thee. Numb and weary on the mountains, Wouldst thou sleep amid the snow ? Chafe that frozen form beside thee, And together both shall glow. Art thou stricken in life's battle? Many w^ounded round thee moan; Lavish on their w^ounds thy balsams, And that balm shall heal thine own. Is the heart a well left empty ? None but God its void can fill; Nothing but a ceaseless Fountain Can its ceaseless longings still. Is the heart a living power ? Self-entwnned, its strength sinks low; It can only live in loving, And by serving love w^ill grow. THE REFINING. — Mal. 3:3. — "T^IS sweet to feel that he who tries J- The silver takes his seat Beside the fire that purifies, Lest too intense a heat — Raised to consume the base alloy — The precious metals, too, destroy. 128 Poems of Dawn. 'Tis good to think how well he knows The silver's power to bear The ordeal through which it goes; And that with skill and care He'll take it from the fire when fit, With his own hand to polish it. 'Tis blessedness to know that he The piece he has begun Will not forsake till he can see — To prove the work well done — His image, by its brightness known, Reflecting glory like his own. But ah ! how much of earthly mould. Dark relics of the mine, Lost from the ore, must he behold — How long must he refine. Ere in the silver he can trace The first faint semblance of his face ! Thou great Refiner ! sit thou by, Thy promise to fulfill. Moved by thy hand, beneath thine eye. And melted at thy will, O may thy work forever shine Reflecting beauty pure as thine THEY needs must grope who cannot see, The blade before the ear must be; As ye are feeling I have felt, And where ye dwell I too have dwelt. (9) 129 Poems of Dawn. RIGHT THE PATHWAY. LIGHT after darkness, Gain after loss, Strength after suffering, Crown after cross. Sweet after bitter, Song after sigh, Home after wandering. Praise after cry. Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain, Sight after mystery. Peace after pain. Joy after sorrow, Cahii after blast. Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at last. Near after distant. Gleam after gloom. Love after loneliness, Life after tomb. After long agony Rapture of bliss ! Right was the pathway Leading to this ! T COUNT not his the happiest life, J- To whom the fates are kind ; Who wins, but wins without the strife That tests the noble mind. i.io Poems of Dawn. FAULTLESS. JUDE 24. FAULTLESS in his glory's presence ! All the soul within me stirred, All my heart reached up to heaven At the wonder of that word. Able to present me faultless ? Lord, forgive my doubt, I cried; Thou didst once, to loving doubt, show Hands and feet and riven side. O ! for me build up some ladder. Bright wnth golden round on round. That my hope this thought may compass, Reaching faith's high vantage-ground ! Praying thus, behold, my ladder, Reaching unto perfect day. Grew" from out a simple story Dropped by some one in the way. Once a queen — so ran the story — Seeking far for something new. Found it in a mill, where, strangely. Naught but rags repaid her view — Rags from out the very gutters, Rags of every shape and hue; — While the squalid children, picking, Seemed but rags from hair to shoe. Poems of Daw?i. What then, rang her eager question, Can you do with things so vile? Mould them into perfect whiteness, Said the master w^ith a smile. Whiteness ? quoth the queen, half doubting; But these reddest, crimson dyes — Surely nought can ever whiten These to fitness to your eyes? Yes, he said, though these are colors Hardesj; to remove of all. Still I have the power to make them Like the snowflake in its fall. Through my heart the words so simple Throbbed w^ith echo in and out: Crimson — scarlet — white as snow-flake — Can this man? and can God not? Now^ upon a day thereafter, (Thus the tale went on at will,) To the queen there came a present From the master at the mill. Fold on fold of fairest texture Lay the paper, purest white; On each sheet there gleamed the letters Of her name in golden light. Precious lesson, wrote the master, Hath my mill thus given me. Showing how our Christ can gather Vilest hearts from land or sea ; 132 Poems of Dawn. In some heavenly alembic, Snowy white from crimson bring; Stamp his name on each, and bear them To the palace of the King. O what wondrous visions wrapped me Heaven's gates seemed opened wide. Even I stood clear and faultless, By my dear Redeemer's side. Faultless in his glory's presence ! Faultless in that dazzling light ! Christ's own love, majestic, tender, Made my crimson snowy white ! THE BRIDE OF THE LAMB. IN the world despised, neglected, Deemed its refuse and its dross, She whose Lord the earth rejected Shares his sorrow, bears his cross. By the Dragon's fury driven, Nourished in the desert drear. Rocks and caves and stars of heaven All her lonely sighings hear. In the worldlings' gay carousal, How her bridal hope they spurn ! Where's the vow of his espousal, Where the pledge of his return? Poems of Dawn. Yet, in all the gloomy midnight, Sang her heart its virgin lay; Watching, waiting, till the daylight, Till the shadows flee aw^ay. From the wilderness returning, Who is she with radiant face, In the early dawn of morning. Coming to her rightful place ? 'Tis the Bride — the Lord's espoused, Leaning on the Bridegroom's arm; Shafts of error, words of malice, Now are vain to do her harm. Come up hither ! I will show thee The Lamb's wife enthroned in light, Sharing all his kingly glory, Clothed with majesty and might. WAITING AND WATCHING. WAITING and watching the livelong day, Lifting the voice of her heart to pray; She stands in her sorrow the bride and queen, Counting the hours that lie between. Lone as a dove, on a storm-swept sea, Teaching her heart hope's minstrelsy; With a cheerful note, though a weary wing. She learns o'er sorrow to soar and sing. Abroad through the earth is a sound of war, Distress among nations, wide and far; 134 Poems of Dawn. And the failing of strong men's hearts for fear Of the dreadful things that are drawing near. Famine and pestilence stalk abroad; Scoffers are slighting the Word of God; And the love of many is waxing cold; Dimmed is the sheen of the once fine gold. But she stands in her safety, the bride and queen, Leaning as only the loved can lean On the heart that broke in its love for her, When bearins: the burden she could not bear. THE CHURCH OF GOD. ZION, arise, break forth in songs Of everlasting joy; To God eternal praise belongs, Who doth thy foes destroy. Thou Church of God, awake ! awake ! For light beams from on high; From earth and dust thy garments shake, Thy glory's drawing nigh. To raise thee high above the earth, God will his power employ: He'll turn thy mourning into mirth, Thy sorrow into joy. In shining robes thyself array, Put on thy garments pure; Thy King shall lead thee in the way That's holy, safe and sure. In thee the Lord shall place his name, And make thee his delight, 135 Poems of baivn. And place on thee a diadem, Divinely fair and bright; And thou shalt be the dwelling place Of him that reigns above. Yea, thou shalt be adorn'd with grace And everlasting love. The joy of nations thou shalt be, A bright and shining light; For God is in the midst of thee, To keep thee day and night. He'll bring thy wandering children home. And gather those without; And with a wall of jasper stone Will guard thee round about. Arise, O Zion, praise thy King, And make his name thy trust; With joy and triumph loudly sing; For he is true and just. O Zion, sing wnth tuneful voice Thy great Redeemer's praise; In his almighty power rejoice Throughout eternal days. A LITTLE WHILE. — Rev. 22 : 20. — QUICKLY, beloved ! I know thy heart is beating With deep emotions to behold my face. But for a while wilt thou not spread the tidings Of the sweet message of my love and grace .f* Fear not, beloved ! mine eye is ever watching; Thy tears are numbered in my deep, deep love; 136 Poems of Daivn. Thy weary sighs, and all thy heart's deep yearn- ings, Are registered by me in heaven above. Trust, trust, beloved I I know the world frowns coldly. But this should only drive thee nearer me. Earth's broken links make heaven's affection stronger. The cross will make the crown more bright for thee. Look up, beloved ! tread firmly on the billows ! Thou canst not sink beneath life's troubled sea. Look up ! then shalt thou learn the needful lesson How my own hand hath planned thy path for thee. Rest, rest, beloved, thine head upon my bosom; Lean on my arm, and tell thy griefs to me. My heart is thine in all the full perfection Of sympathy none else could give to thee. Weep not, beloved, because thou yet must tarry; Wilt thou not serve me heart and hand mean- while ? Some hearts around thee pine in lonely sorrow; Couldst thou not give one kindly look or smile ? Go forth, beloved! life's ministry is earnest; Crushed hearts throng round thee, in thy path below ; 137 Poems of Dawn. I Fond hopes once cherished, now by death are blighted; i Knowest thou not a bahn to sooth their woe ? \ Yes, yes, beloved ! I read thy heart's glad answer; Yes, thou wilt do this work of love for me. A little while, and earth's sad scenes of sorrow Shall change to glory bright — prepared by me. Then, then, beloved ! heaven's songs of joy awak- ing, Triumphant hallelujahs thou shalt raise; Then shalt thou gaze upon my face, and ever. Knowing as known, pour forth thine endless praise. WHY SHOULD I FEAR? Tl^HENE'ER the storms come down on thee, VV And days of peace all seem to flee; This thought thy peace again shall bring. Why should I fear? — the Lord is King. E'en when the tempest rages high. And darkest clouds are drawing nigh, With hands of faith to this, O ! cling, — Why should I fear? — the Lord is King. Amid the stormy waves of life. Above the tumult and the strife, The chimes of hope still sweetly ring,— Be not afraid — the Lord is King. 138 Poems of Daivn. Thy ship is toss'd by wind and wave, But there is one whose power can save; Across the sea he hastes to bring Both rest and peace, — the Lord is King. Yes, Jesus walks upon the sea. And in the storm he comes to thee; Then trust in him, rejoice and sing; He cahns the waves, — the Lord is King. He stretches out his hand to thee. And from thy fears he sets thee free; Beneath the shadow of his wing He keeps thee safe, — the Lord is King. SUMMER DAYS TO COME. BLAND as the morning breath of June The south-west breezes play; And through its haze, the winter noon Seems warm as summer day. The snow -plumed angel of the north Has dropped his icy spear; Again the mossy earth looks forth, Again the streams gush clear. The fox his hillside cell forsakes. The muskrat leaves his nook. The blue bird in the meadow brakes Is singing with the brook: " Bear up, O Mother Nature ! " cry Bird, breeze, and streamlet free, '• Our winter voices prophesy Of summer days to thee !" 139 Poems of Dawn. So, in those winters of the soul, By bitter blasts and drear O'erswept from memory's frozen pole. Will sunny days appear. Reviving hope and faith, they show The soul its living powers. And how beneath the winter's snow Lie germs of summer flowers. The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring, And ever upon old decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks. Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his hope with all. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS. DO not count, when day is o'er. Daily loss from life's rich store; But the gains, however small. Count them daily, one and all: Every sweet and gracious word. Every pleasant truth you've heard; Every tender glance and tone. Every kindly deed you've known; Every duty nobly done, Every rightful victory won — Treasure all, and count them o'er As a miser counts his store. 140 Poems of Dawn, But if bitter word or thought Have a bitter harvest brought; If some foeman hath assailed you, Or the friend most trusted failed you; If unkindness and untruth Have to you brought saddest ruth, Blot the score without delay — Keep no record of the day. Keep no record of the care. Loss and cross we must all bear; On the page of memory write Only what is fair and bright. Let all evil things go by; Still, with brave endeavor, try Simple joys to multiply. Thus you'll learn how large a sum Will with faithful reckoning come. Long as after cloud and rain Blessed sunshine comes again, Long as after winter's gloom Summer roses bud and bloom, Long as we have wath us here One sad heart that w^e may cheer. Long as love gilds sorrow's cross, Life's rich gain o'erpays the loss. THOUGH blinded faith can never save. For God accepts those who believe; Yet reverence, howsoe'er it strays. Shall find at last the shining w^ays. 141 Poems of Dawn. BRINGING HOME THE FLOCK. Through pastures fair, And sea-girt paths all wild with rock and foam, O'er velvet sward, and desert stern and bare, The flock comes home. A w^eary way, Now smooth, then rugged with a thousand snares; Now dim wnth rain, then sweet with blossoms gay, And summer airs. Yet, safe at last. Within the fold they gather, and are still; Sheltered from driving shower and stormy blast, They fear no ill. Through life's dark ways, Through flow^ery paths where evil angels roam, Through restless nights, and long, heart-wasting Christ's flock comes home. [days, Safe to the fold. The blessed fold, where fears are never known, Love-guarded, fenced about with walls of gold, He leads his own. O Shepherd King, With loving hands, whose lightest touch is blest ! Thine is the kingdom, thine the power, to bring Thy flock to rest ! 142 Poems of Dawn. PUT ON THY BEAUTIFUL ROBES. PUT on thy beautiful robes, Bride of Christ, For the King shall embrace thee to-day; Break forth into singing; the morning has dawned, And the shadows of night flee away. Shake oft^ the dust from thy feet. Bride of Christ; For the Conqueror, girded with might. Shall vanquish the foe, the dragon cast down And the cohorts of death put to flight. Thou art the Bride of his love, his elect; Dry thy tears, for thy sorrows are past; Lone were the hours when thy Lord was away, But he comes w^ith the morning at last. The winds bear the noise of his chariot-wheels, And the thunders of victory roar: Lift up thy beautiful gates. Bride of Christ, For the grave holds dominion no more. Once they arrayed him with scorning; but see ! His apparel is glorious now^: In his hand are the keys of death and the grave. And the diadem gleams on his brow. Hark ! 'tis her voice: Alleluia she sings, Alleluia ! the captives go free ! Unfolded the gates of Paradise stand. And unfolded forever shall be. Choir answers choir, w^here the song has no end; All the saints raise hosannas on high; H3 Poems of Dawn. Deep calls unto deep in the ocean of love, And the song takes the place of the sigh. ASCEND, BELOVED. A SCEND, beloved, to his joy; ^ Thy festal day has come; To-night the Lamb doth feast his own, To-night he with his bride sits down, To-night puts on the spousal crown, In the great upper room. Ascend, beloved, to thy Love; This is the day of days; To-night the bridal song is sung, To-night ten thousand harps are strung. In sympathy with heart and tongue, Unto the Lamb's high praise. The festal lamps are lighting now, In the great marriage hall; By angel bands the board is spread. By angel hands the sacred bread Is on the golden table laid; The King his own doth call. Long, long deferred, now comes at last. The Lamb's glad wedding day; The guests are gathering at the feast, The seats in heavenly order placed, The royal throne above the rest — How bright the whole array ! 144 Poems of Dawn. Sorrow and sighing are no more; The weeping hours are past; To-night the waiting will be done, To-night the wedding robe is on; The glory and the joy begun, The hour has come at last. Within the hall is heav'nly light; Around, above, is love; We enter to go out no more; We raise the song unsung before; We doff the sackcloth that we wore, For all is joy and love. Ascend, beloved, share his life; Our days of death are o'er; Mortality has done its worst, The fetters of the tomb are burst, The last has now become the first, Forever, evermore. Ascend, beloved, to the feast. Make haste, the day has come; Thrice blest are they the Lamb doth call To share the heavenly festival In the new Salem's palace hall, Our everlasting home. LIGHT AHEAD. E'EN through harsh noises of our day, A low, sweet prelude finds its way; Through clouds of doubts and creeds of fear, A light is breaking calm and clear. 145 (10) Poems of Dawn. Wi SONG. SO long have I dreamed of the beautiful goal, That a touch of its sunshine has lit up my soul; Its chords are all thrilling with music divine, And its song is forever, "Dear Jesus is mine!" The bird, when the tempest is raging with power, Flies in haste to her snug little nest in the bower; Thus safe 'neath his wing I can sweetly recline, And sing on forever "Dear Jesus is mine !" When beautiful Eden aw^akes from the fires, And the conflict of ages of sorrow expires; In the great restitution and glory divine, I'll still sing in Paradise, "Jesus is mine!" THE NOMINAL CHURCH. THE Church and the World walked far apart On the changing shores of time; The World was singing a giddy song, And the Church a hymn sublime. " Come, give me your hand," said the merry World, "And w^alk with me this way;" But the good Church hid her snowy hands And solemnly answ^ered " Nay, I will not give you my hand at all, And I will not walk with you; Your way is the way that leads to death; To my Lord I must be true." 146 Poems of Daivn. "Nay, walk with me but a little space," Said the World with a kindly air; " The road I walk is a pleasant road, And the sun shines always there; Your path is thorny and rough and rude, But mine is broad and plain; My way is paved with flowers and dews, And yours with tears and pain; The sky to me is always blue, No want, no toil I know; The sky above you is always dark, Your lot is a lot of w^oe; The way you walk is a narrow way, But mine is amply wide; There's room enough for you and me To travel side by side.*' Half shyly the Church approached the World And gave him her hand of snows And the old World clasped it and walked along. Saying in accents low, " Your dress is too simple to please my taste; I will give you pearls to w^ear. Rich velvets and silks for your graceful form, And diamonds to deck your hair." The Church looked dow^nat her plain white robes And then at the dazzling W^orld, And blushed as she saw" his handsome lip With a smile contemptuous curled. " I will change my dress for a costlier one," Said the Church with a smile of grace; Then her pure, white garments drifted away, And the World gave, in their place, 147 poems of Dawn. Beautiful satins and shining silks, Roses and gems and pearls; While over her forehead her bright hair fell Crimped in a thousand curls. " Your house is too plain," said the proud old World, "I'll build you one like mine; Carpets of Brussels and curtains of lace, And furniture ever so fine." So he built her a costly and beautiful house; Most splendid it vs^as to behold; Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there Gleaming in purple and gold; Rich fairs and shows in the halls were held, And the World and his children were there. Laughter and music and feasting were heard In the place that was meant for prayer. There were cushioned pews for the rich and gay, To sit in their pomp and pride; While the poor, who were clad in shabby array, But seldom came inside. " You give too much to the poor," said the World, " Far more than you ought to do; If they are in need of shelter and food, Why need it trouble you t Go, take your money and buy rich robes, Buy horses and carriages fine, Buy pearls and jewels and dainty food ; Buy the rarest and costliest wine ; My children dote on all these things. And if you their love would win, 148 Pocjns of Dawn. You must do as they do, and walk in the ways That they are walking in." Then the Church held fast the strings of her purse, And modestly lowered her head, And simpered, "No doubt you are right, sir; Henceforth I w^ill do as you've said." Then the sons of the World and the sons of the Church Walked closely, hand and heart, And only the Master, who knoweth all. Could tell the two apart. Then the Church sat down at her ease and said, *'I am rich and my goods are increased; I have need of nothing, or aught to do, But to laugh, and dance, and feast." The sly World heard, and he laughed in his sleeve, And mocking said aside — 'The Church is fallen, the beautiful Church, And her shame is her boast and pride." The angel drew near to the mercy-seat. And whispered in sighs her name, Then the loud anthems of rapture were hushed. And heads w^ere covered with shame. And a voice was heard at last by the Church From Him who sat on the Throne, ' I know thy works, and how thou hast said, 'I am rich;' and hast not known That thou art naked, poor and blind, And wretched before my face; Therefore, from my presence, I cast thee out, And blot thy name from its place." 149 Poems of Dawn. HOW READEST THOU? — Luke lo : i6. — "T^IS one thing now to read the Bible through, J- Another thing to read, to learn and do ; 'Tis one thing now to read it with delight, And quite another thing to read it right. Some read it with design to learn to read, But to the subject pay but little heed ; Some read it as their duty once a week, But no instruction from the Bible seek; Whilst others read it without common care, With no regard to how they read nor where. Some read it as a history, to know How people lived three thousand years ago. Some read to bring unto themselves repute. By showing others how they can dispute ; Whilst others read because their neighbors do. To see how long 'twill take to read it through. Some read it for the wonders that are there. How David killed a lion and a bear ; Whilst others read — or rather in it look — Because, perhaps, they have no other book. Some read the blessed Book — they don't know why, It somehow happens in the way to lie ; Whilst others read it with uncommon care. But all to find some contradictions there. 150 Poems of Dawn. One reads with father's specs upon his head, And sees the thing just as his father did ; Another reads through Campbell or through Scott, And thinks it means exactly what they thought. Some read to prove a pre-adopted creed. Thus understand but little what they read ; And every passage in the book they bend To make it suit that all-important end. Some people read, as I have often thought, To teach the Book, instead of to be taught. HOW WE LEARN. GREAT truths are dearly bought. The com- mon truth, Such as men give and take from day to day. Comes in the common w^alk of easy life, Blown by the careless wind across our way. Great truths are dearly w^on ; not found by chance. Nor wafted on the breath of summer dream ; But grasped in the great struggle of the soul, Hard buffeting wuth adverse wind and stream. Sometimes, 'mid conflict, turmoil, fear and grief. When the strong hand of God, put forth in might, Ploughs up the subsoil of the stagnant heart. It brings some buried truth-seeds to the light. Not in the general mart, 'mid corn and wine ; Not in the merchandise of gold and gems ; Not in the world's gay hall of midnight mirth. Nor 'mid the blaze of regal diadems; 151 Poems of Dawn. Not in the general clash of human creeds, Nor in the merchandise 'twixt church and world, Is truth's fair treasure found, 'mongst tares and weeds; Nor her fair banner in their midst unfurled. Truth springs like harvest from the well-ploughed fields. Rewarding patient toil, and faith, and zeal. To those thus seeking her, she ever yields Her richest treasures for their lasting weal. HYMN OF THE WALDENSES. HEAR, Father, hear thy faint, afflicted flock Cry to thee from the desert and the rock, While those who seek to slay thy children hold Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold ; And the broad, goodly lands with pleasant airs That nurse the grape and wave the grain, are theirs. Yet better were this mountain wilderness. And this wild life of danger and distress — Watchings by night, and perilous flight by day. And meetings in the depths of earth to pray — Better, far better than to kneel with them. And pray the impious rite thy laws condemn. Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder ; the firm land Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand. Thou dashest nation against nation, then Stillest the angry world to peace again. O touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons — The murderers of our wives and little ones. 152 Poems of Dawn. Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth Unveiled, and terribly shall shake the earth ; Then the foul power of priestly sin and all Its long-upheld idolatries shall fall. Thou shalt raise up the trampled and opprest. And thv delivered saints shall dwell in rest. THE MINISTER'S DAUGHTER. IN the minister's morning sermon, He told of the primal fall, And how henceforth the wrath of God Rested on each and all. And how, of his will and pleasure, All souls, save a chosen few, Were doomed to eternal torture, And held in the way thereto. Yet never, by faith's unreason, A saintlier soul was tried, And never the harsh old lesson A tenderer heart belied. And after the painful service. On that pleasant, bright First day, He walked with his little daughter Through the apple bloom of May. Sweet in the fresh green meadow Sparrow and blackbird sung ; Above him its tinted petals The blossoming orchard hung. 153 Poems of Dawn. Around, on the wonderful glory, The minister looked and smiled: "How good is the Lord, who gives us These gifts from his hand, my child. "Behold in the bloom of apples. And the violets in the sward, A hint of the old, lost beauty Of the Garden of the Lord," Then upspake the little maiden, Treading on snow and pink, "O father ! these pretty blossoms Are very wicked, I think. "Had there been no Garden of Eden, There had never been a fall. And if never a tree had blossomed, God would have loved us all." "Hush, child !" the father answered, "By his decree man fell ; His ways are in clouds and darkness, But he doeth all things w^ell. "And whether by his ordaining To us Cometh good or ill, Joy or pain, or light or shadow. We must fear and love him still." "O, I fear Him !" said the daughter, "And I try to love him too ; But I wish he were kind and gentle, Kind and loving as you." 154 Poems of Dawn. The minister groaned in spirit, As the tremulous lips of pain, And wide, wet eyes uplifted, Qiiestioned his own in vain. Bowing his head he pondered The words of his little one. Had he erred in his life-long teachings, Had he wrong to his Master done? To what grim and dreadful idol Had he lent the holiest name.^ Did his own heart, loving and human, The God of his worship shame.'' And lo ! from the bloom and greenness, From the tender skies above, And the face of his little daughter, He read a lesson of love. No more as the cloudy terror Of Sinai's mount of law^. But as Christ in the Syrian lilies, The vision of God he saw. And as when, in the clefts of Horeb, Of old was his presence known, The dread, ineffable glory Was infinite goodness alone. Thereafter his hearers noted In his prayers a tenderer strain, And never the message of hatred Burned on his lips again. Poe7ns of Dawn. And the scoffing tongue was prayerful, And the blinded eyes found sight, And hearts as flint aforetime Grew soft in his warmth and light. FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. A PASTOR watched the death-bed of a dying ■^ darling boy, And tried to cheat his mem'ry with curious costly j But thinking 'twas a duty, he spoke in whispered i breath, And told the vSunday scholar how very near was death. He put a pastor's question, with Bible in his hand, But one not there recorded, about some far-oft^land ; He pictured fancied glories before the glazing eye, And asked with pious fervor, "Now don't you wish to die?" The boy looked t'ward the window, and saw the hills he'd climbed; He heard the church-bell chiming, and started as it chimed ! He saw a weeping mother, and heard a deep- drawn sigh. And said with boyish candor, "I do not wish to die." The pastor heard the answer his truthful nature gave, 156 Poevis of Dawn. And mused, "There must be something repulsive in the grave: Our proper nature shuns it — but why, why should this be If death's the gate to glory? How comes the mystery ? "We've taught our Sunday scholars, the moment that they die, rhey go to be more happy with angels in the sky ; It seems they don't believe us, although they think they do ! But whose the fault ! — their nature's — or is our doctrine true?" The pastor checked his doubtings, and further went his round. To seek the sick and needy, who always may be found. A sense of dutv nerved him to risk infection's blight, And soon he found before him a wretched wom- an's plight. Relieving wants first pressing, he spoke next of hei soul. And begged her to consider what possibly its goal ; In hope to force repentance, he touched the sin- ner's doom, And hinted pain eternal beyond the yawning tomb. With dismal eyes uplifted, she cried, with pierc- ing look^ '*I've borne too much already to think that ^s in the Book!" 157 Poe7Hs of Dawn. Then, with a piteous effort, she asked, with searching stare, "Would you., kind sir, requite me with endless torment there?" The pastor gave no answer, for pity filled his breast. To see a soul so wretched, and he himself so blest: He felt he could not doom her to endless pain and woe — And he feared the just reflection — so turned away to go. "Is mortal man more just, then, or does he pity more. Than He whom men and angels, as God of love, adore ? I cannot, should not think it — there's deeper mystery here — O Lord ! mine eyes now open, these mists and doubtings clear." So thinking, doubting, praying, he slowly went his way. To ponder o'er the lessons and visits of the day. A sufferers casual question, " Is that, sir, in the Book?" Had started new reflections, deciding him to look. Next day, by note invited, the pastor went to see A brother by profession, long in the ministry, Who wanted "duty" taken because of taking cold. And "feared there might be danger., as he was growing old !" . 158 - Poems of Dawn. \ Well, now, thought he, the riddle will quickly he resolved; In part, or altogether, my doubtings be dissolved; An aged, weary pilgrim, professional man of God, Will long to be with Jesus, nor fear the cold green sod. He found the "pilgrim" seated in richly cushioned chair. Not seeming quite so ill, he thought, but with an anxious air; The business first was settled, — the parish news next told, — Till, etiquette ignoring, the visitor grew bold. He asked, was it not cheering, for one whose hairs were hoar, To stand so near the gateway of glory evermore .? The happv prospect nearing, "to shuffle off this coil," Which weighs the soul with matter, and brings such care and toil. His sons had come to honor, his work was well- nigh done; What was there now to keep him below this plan- et's sun? — But here a nervous movement betrayed the good man's fear Of going, ^'f?/, to heaven — preferring staying here. His dear old lady saw it, but vainly sought to hide The instincts of true nature when shrewdly she replied: "The medical adviser forbids his friends to speak 159 Poem^ of Dawn. On any gloomy subject, because his nerves are weak." The pastor, disappointed, sought, therefore, to re- trace His footsteps, meditating on what had taken place; Why many pious persons more dread of heaven reveal. Than other careless sinners of going down to hell ? Another prayer ascended, for spiritual light, To know man's real nature and destiny aright; The answer w^as forthcoming, the light was on its way ; But first a dawning glimmer before the light of day. Next evening a procession came wending up the hill, Towards the parish churchyard, while all was bright, but chill; A slow and mournful tolling kept startling all the air. To tell how death was marring a scene so calm and fair. The bell sank into silence, more gladdening notes to hear. Which floated down the hill-side, in hopeful ac- cents clear; Words oft before repeated assumed new life and power, Which now revealed the mystery in sad and solemn hour — i6o Poems of Dawn. r "I am the Resurrection,'' said Jesus, "and the Life:" The echoes of ''The Logos" awoke, with import rife. Through understanding utterance they now were spirit-words, Which fluttered in the yew trees like happy, liv- ing birds. "He that believeth in ]Me, although he now were dead"— Yes, '■^dead,'"' not "gone to heaven," but low in "hades" laid — "He," yea he, has the promise, "shall live again" in joy, In resurrection glories and life without alloy. The preacher's prayers were answ^ered, the light had come at last; It came in words familiar, like memories of the past. Death now was seen as real — all nature telling this— While "resurrection" shows us the way to life and bliss. The sun at length descended beneath the western sea; But flashing tints now promised how bright the morn w^ould be. It braced one weary mortal to meet approaching night. And whispered coming glorv, for eventide was light. Pocnis of Dawn. The preacher's manner altered, more earnest o-rew his tone; He saw man ''surely dying" and life in Christ alone. ^^yesiis and Resiirrcctioi^^ the good news now became; God's coming Son and Kingdom, and life in his great name. LIFE'S STORMS ARE PASSING. THE storm has broken, and the heavy blast That stifled morn's free breath, and shook its dew, Is dying into sunshine; and the last Dull cloud has vanished from yon arch of blue. I know it is but for a day; the war Must soon be waged again 'tw^ixt earth and heaven; Another tempest will arise to mar The tranquil beauty of the fragrant even. And yet I joy as storm on storm awakes; — Not that I love the uproar or the gloom; But in each tempest over earth that breaks, I count one fewer outburst yet to come. No groan creation heaves is heaved in vain, Nor e'er shall be repeated; it is done. Once heaved it never shall be heaved again, Earth's pangs and throes are lessening one by one. 162 Poems of Dawn. So falls the stroke of sorrow, and so springs vStrange joy and comfort from the very grief, Even to the weariest sufferer; so brings Each heavy burden its own sweet relief. One cross the less remains for me to bear; Already borne is that of yesterday; That of to-day shall no to-morrow share; To-morrow's with itself shall pass away. That which is added to the troubled past Is taken from the future, whose sad store Grows less and less each day, till soon the last Dull wave of woe shall break upon our shore. The storm that yesterday ploughed up the sea Is buried now beneath its level blue; One storm the fewer now remains for me, Ere sky and earth are made forever new. PERILOUS TIMES. PERILOUS times in the world are at hand — Perils by water and perils by land; Perils in churches and perils in state, Perils attending the good and the great. Watchman, how readest thou touching this hour Fearful corruption in places of power; Presidents, princes and kings in dismay — Tragic unfoldings, the news of the day. Scriptures prophetic, discoursing on time, Teach us the doctrine of increase of crime; 163 Poems of Dawn. "Evil seducers shall wax worse and worse," Ere great Jehovah shall "smite with a curse." Is the church powerless to draw from the skies Help, when Goliath her army defies? Is there no king in the camp of "to-day" ? Is the true Israel "fallen away" ? Is it the sign of the presence again Of the Messiah, in person to reign? Has sin attained to its manhood of power? Is this its zenith? Is morning the hour? The son of perdition, the god of this world, Down from his kingdom of sin must be hurled; Tares must be gathered and burned in the fire — Type of all Christians in name, not in power. Jesus is come ! O let it be known, Jehovah's Anointed now takes the throne; He takes the helm and the power to command, He'll guide aftairs on the sea and the land. Jesus is come ! let all the world hear; "Who's on the Lord's side" let him draw near. Come with your armor, your loins girt about ; Come with your trumpets, and join in the shout. Jerichoes tremble and Sodoms consume. Kingdoms are tottering before the "Commune;" Davids, go forth with your sling-stones of faith. Take ye the heads of "the giants of Gath." 0 SOMETIMES glimpses on my sight, Through present wrong, the eternal right; And step by step, since time began, Progress God's purposes for man. 164 Poevis of Dawn. THE PEACE OF EUROPE. I C^^REAT peace in Europe ! Order reigns y From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains !" vSo say her kings and priests; so say The lying prophets of our day. Go, lay to earth a listening ear; The tramp of measured marches hear, — The rolling of the cannon's wheel, The shotted musket's murderous j^eal, The night alarm, the sentry's call, The quick-eared spy in hut and hall ! From polar sea and tropic fen The dying groans of exiled men ! The bolted cell, the galley's chains, The scaffold smoking with its stains ! Order, — the hush of brooding slaves ! Peace, — in the dungeon-vaults and graves ! O Fisher ! of the world-wide net, With meshes in all waters set, Whose fabled keys of heaven and hell Bolt hard the patriot's prison cell, And open wide the banquet hall Where kings and priests hold carnival I vSpeak, Prince and Kaiser, Priest and Czar I If this be peace, pray what is war? White angel of the Lord ! unmeet That soil accursed, for thy pure feet. Never in Slavery's desert flows The fountain of thy charmed repose; No tyrant's hand thy chaplet weaves 165 Poejiis of I)awn. Of lilies and of olive-leaves; Not with the wicked shalt thou dwell, Thus saith the Eternal Oracle; Thy home is with the pure and free ! Stern herald of thy better day, Before thee to prepare thy way, The Baptist shade of Liberty, Gray, scarred, and hairy-robed, must press With bleeding feet the wilderness ! O that its voice might pierce the ear Of priests and princes while they hear , A cry as of the Hebrew seer: Repent ! God's kingdom draweth near ! THE COMING STORM. OSAD is my heart, for the storm that is coming; Like eagles the scud sweepeth in from the sea; The gull seeketh shelter, the pine trees are sigh- And all giveth note of the tempest to be. A spell hath been w^hispered from cave or from ocean, The shepherds are sleeping, the sentinels dumb, The flocks are all scattered on moorland and mountain. And no one believes that the Master is come. He's come, but whom doth he find their w^atch keeping? O where — in his presence — is faith the world o'er? 1 66 Poems of Datun. The rich, every sense in soft luxury steeping; The poor, scarce repelling the wolf from the door. O man, and O maiden, drop trifling and pleasure, O ! hark, while I tell of the sorrows to be. As well might I plead in the path of yon glacier. Or cry out a warnino: to wave of the sea. IT HASTETH GREATLY. n^HE time of trouble nears, 'Tt hasteth greatly;" 1 E'en now its ripples span the world-wide sea ; O l^when its waves are swollen to mountains stately. Will the resistless billows sweep o'er me ? Or, terror-stricken, will I then discover A wondrous presence standing in glory by. Treading the waters ! — Earth's Imperial Lover, With words of cheer, — "Be not afraid,— 'tis I." Yes, a hand, strong, yet tender as a mother's, W^ill from the surging billows lift me out. With soft rebuke, more loving than a brother's: "Of little faith ! O, wherefore didst thou doubt?" DELIVERANCE. STILL o'er earth's sky the clouds of anger roll. And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul. Yet shall she rise — though first by God chastised — In glory and in beauty then baptized. Yes, earth, thou shalt arise; thy Father's aid Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has made; 167 Poems of Dai&n. Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway And burst his bonds, and cast his cords a way. Then on your soil shall deathless yerdure spring; Break forth, ye mountains, and ye yalleys, sing ! No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn, The unbelieyer's jest, the heathen's scorn; The sultry sands shall tenfold haryests yield. And a new Eden deck the thorny field. E'en now we see, wide-waying o'er the land. The mighty angel lifts his golden w^and. Courts the bright yision of descending power, Tells eyery gate, and measures eyery tower; And chides the tardy seals that yet detain Thy Lion, Judah, from his destined reign ! THE BLESSED HOPE. A LITTLE while, earth's fightings shall be oyer; ^ A little while, her tears be \yiped away; A little while, the power of Jehoyah Shall turn this darkness to Millennial Day. A little w^kile, the ills that now o'erwhelm men Shall to the memories of the past belong; A little while, the loye that once redeemed them Shall change their w^eeping into grateful song. A little yvhile ! 'Tis eyer drawing nearer — The brighter daw^ning of that glorious day. Praise God, the light is hourly growing clearer. Shining more and more unto the perfect day. i68 Poems of Dawn, THE WRATH OF GOD. THE wrath of God is love's severity In curing sin — the zeal of righteousness In overcoming wrong — the remedy Of justice for the world's redress. The wrath of God is punishment for sin, In measure unto all transgression due, Discriminating well and just between Presumptuous sins and sins of lighter hue. The wratli of (iod inflicts no needless pain, Alerely vindictive, or himself to please; But aims the ends of mercy to attain, Uproot the evil, and the good increase. The wrath of God is a consuming fire. That burns while there is evil to destroy Or good to purify; nor can expire Till all things are relieved from sin's alloy. The wrath of God is love's parental rod, The disobedient to chastise, subdue, And bend submissive to the will of God, That love mav reio;-n when all thinsfs are made new. The wrath of God shall never strike in vain, Nor cease to strike till sin shall be no more; Till God his gracious purpose shall attain, And earth to righteousness and peace restore. 169 Poems of Dawn. COMING BY-AND BY. \ BETTER clay is coming, a morning promised A long, When truth and right, with holy might, shall over- throw the wrong; When Christ the Lord will listen to every plain- tive sigh. And stretch his hand o'er sea and land, witli jus- tice, by and by. The boast of haughty tyrants no more shall till the air. But aged and youth shall love the truth and speed it everywhere. No more from want and sorrow shall come the hopeless cry, But war shall cease, and perfect peace will flour- ish by and by. The tidal wave is coming, the year of jubilee; With shout and song it sweeps along, like billows of the sea. The jubilee of nations shall ring through earth and sky. The dawn of grace draws on apace — 'tis coming by and by. O ! for that glorious dawning we watch and wait and pray, Till o'er the height the morning light shall drive the gloom away; [ and sky, And when the heavenly glory shall flood the earth We'll bless the Lord for all his w^orks and praise him by and by. 170 Poems of Daiu?! THY KINGDOM COME. \''ES ! a brighter morn is breaking, Better days are coming on; All the world will be awaking In the new and golden dawn. In the day of coming glory, Men will show fraternal hand; Each W\\\ tell to each the story, Till it spreads to every land. On the top of Zion's mountain, God prepares his house again; At its threshold springs a fountain, Flowing for the souls of men. From the earth's remotest stations, Men will come to hear the word; And, in all the world, the nations Shall be nations of the Lord. CLEAR THE WAY. ^/i EN of thought, be up and stirring lU Night and day. Sow the seed, withdraw the curtain, Clear the w^ay. Men of action, aid and cheer them As you may. There's a fount about to stream; There's a light about to beam; There's a warmth about to glow; There's a flower about to blow; 171 Poems of DiUvu. There's a midniiiht blackness chanfjim Into gray. Men of thought, and men of action, Clear the way ! Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say What the unimagined glories Of the day? What the evil that shall perish In its ray? Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper; aid it, type, Aid it, for the hour is ripe; And our earnest must not slacke:i Into play. INIen of thought, and men of action, Clear the way ! Lo, a cloud 's about to vanish From the day; Lo, the right's about to conquer — Clear the way I ]Many a brazen wrong to crumble Into clay. With that right shall many more Enter smiling at the door; With the giant wrong shall fall Many others, great and small, That for ages long have held us For their prey. ISIen of thought, and men of action, Clear the way ! 172 Poe?ns of Diuuii. WHOM WILL YE SERVE? — John 19 : 12, 13. — p.ESAR'S friends? or friends of Jesus? vy vSolemn question for to-day ! Friends of CiEsar ! Friends of Jesus ! Take your sides without delay. If ye pause for man's forbidding, Ca-sar's friendship ye secure; If ye do the Father's bidding, Scorn, reproach, ye shall endure. * Friends of Csesar ! Friends of Jesus I Stand revealed I your choice cleclare ! Who in truth two masters pleases? Who may rival banners bear? Jesus' friends account him precious, Lose for him all other gain: Dearer far the smile of Jesus Than the praise of worldly men. Free from Caesar, friends of Jesus ! Stand in phalanx I never fear ! Love, severely tried, increases; Courage yet ! the Lord is near ! Onward still, his name confessing, Weaving crowns to gnu:e his brow; Lo ! his hands are full of blessing. Lifted for your succor now. Caesar's friends were we, but Jesus Owns' us for his friends to-day ! What ! shall rival friendship please us, While the Bridegroom is away? Poems of Dawn. No ! through grace would we surrender Caesar's things to Caesar's care, Whilst to God, our God, we render Filial homage, praise, and prayer. GIDEON'S BAND. u COUNT me the swords that have come/' " Lord, thousands on thousands are ready.*' Lo I tlfese are too many, and with them are some Whose hearts and whose hands are not steady. He whose soul does not burn. Let him take up his tent and return.*' "Count me the swords that remain.'" ''Lord, hundreds on hundreds are daring." "These yet are too many for me to attain To the victory I am preparing. Lead them dow^n to the brink Of the waters of Marah to drink." "Lord those w^ho remain are but few, And the hosts of the foe are appalling. And what can a handful such as we do.'" "When ye hear from beyond, my voice calling, Sound the trump I Hold the light I Great Midian will melt in vour sisfht!" THE beam that shines from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs Shall all the world command. 174 Poc))is of JJawn. ALL THINGS NEW. THE world is old with centuries, But not for these she bows her head; Close to her heart the sorrow lies: She holds so many dead I Sad discords mingle in her song, Tears fall upon her with the dew, The whole creation groans — How long Ere all shall be made new ? Yet brightly on her smiles the sun, A bounteous heaven delights to bless; O ! what shall be that fairer one, Wherein dwells righteousness? O happy world ! O holy time ! When wrong shall die, and strife shall cease, And all the bells of heaven chime With melodies of peace. No place shall be in that new earth For all that blights this universe; No evil taint the second birth — There shall be no more curse. Ye broken-hearted, cease your moan; The day of promise dawns for you; For he who sits upon the throne Says, "I make all things new." We mourn the dead, but they shall wake ! The lost, but they shall be restored ! O I well our human hearts might break Without that sacred word ! 175 Poems of Daivn. Dim eyes, look up ! sad hearts, rejoice ! Seeing God's bow of promise through. At sound of that prophetic voice: "1 will make all thing^s new^" A DIRGE. (4 EARTH to earth, and dust to dust \ " Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid In one silent bed are laid. Here the vassal and the king, Side by side, lie withering: Here the sword and scepter rust: "Earth to earth, and dust to dust! " Age on age hath rolled along. O'er this pale and mighty throng; Those that slumber, those that sleep, The grave shall soon no longer keep. Brothers, sisters of the worm, Summer's sun, or winter's storm. Song of peace, or battle's roar. Ne'er could break their slumbers more; Death hath kept his sullen trust: " Earth to earth, and dust to dust ! " But a conflict's coming fast. Earth, thy mightiest and thy last ! 176 Poems of Dawn. It shall come in fear and wonder, Heralded by trump and thunder; It shall come in strife and toil; It shall come in blood and spoil; It shall come in empires' groans, Burning temples, trampled thrones. Then, ambition, rue thy lust ! 'Earth to earth, and dust to dust! " Then shall come the judgment sign; In the east, the King shall shine; Flashing from heaven's golden gate. Thousands, thousands round his state. Kings and Priests with crown and plume. Tremble, then, thou solemn tomb; Heaven shall open on our sight; Earth be blest with wondrous light. Kingdom of the ransomed just ! Earth to earth, and dust to dust ! " Then thy Mount, Jerusalem, Shall be gorgeous as a gem: Then shall in the desert rise Fruits of more than Paradise, Earth by saintly feet be trod, One great garden of her God ! Till are dried the martyr's tears Through a thousand glorious years. Now, in hope of him, we trust: "Earth to earth, and dust to dust ! " 177 (12) Poems of Dawn. THE TRIUMPHS OF CHRIST'S KINGDOM. ONCE on Mount Sinai's lonely height, From riven rock's protecting side, The prophet gazed upon a sight To other eyes than his denied. On his retreating form to look. The Eternal God unveiled his glance; For mortal eye could never brook The splendor of his countenance. The orlories of that Kino^ of kinoes Before his dazzled vision move; Around the mount the messag^e ringfs, Proclaiming loud his power and love. Thus, hidden safe in Christ the Rock, We see the events the times record Mark, peace alike, or battle's shock, The glorious progress of the Lord. Unconscious nations straight he sends His mighty j^urpose to fuliill; He stirs them up to act, or bends The arrogant unto his will. He clothes the earth with means and wavs To speed the triumph of his power; Vapor's expansive force conveys. And lightning is his messenger. See snapped asunder by the Lord The } oke-deluded nations tied, 178 Poems of Dawn, So may his pure, untrammeled Word Have free course and be glorified. That Harlot Church, whose vampire brood Has drenched the earth with gore and tears, Drunk with the blood of saints, has stood Twelve centuries and sixty years. Her daughters now^ complete her roll, All constitute the present heaven, Rolling together as a scroll, Soon to the burning to be given. Filled is her cup. God"s arm is bare To satisfy the just complaints. And cries for vengeance in his ear, Of groaning millions and his saints. Rings in our ears the trumpet call. In every land from sea to sea; Come out of her, my people all, Her doom is hxed by God's decree, What privilege it is to scan The scroll, revolving years unwind, Read in events God's wondrous plan For man's eternal peace designed. And soon our hearts' ecstatic bound Shall mark the consummation grand. When Christ, the Son of God, is crowned The King of kings o'er every land. 179 Poems of Dawn. THE DAY OF HIS PREPARATION. LAY down your rails, ye nations, near and far, Yoke your full trains to steam's triumphal car, Link town to town, unite in iron bands The long-estranged and oft-embattled lands. Peace, mild-eyed seraph; knowledge, light divine. Shall send their messengers by every line. !Men joined in amity shall wonder long That hate had powder to lead their fathers wrong; Or that false glory lured their hearts astray, And made it virtuous and sublime to slay. How grandly now these wonders of our day Are making preparation for Christ's royal way, And with what joyous hope our souls Do w^atch the ball of progress as it rolls, Knowing that all as yet completed or begun Is but the dawning that precedes the sun. GOD'S WORKS. IN all God's works of nature, and of grace. His w ondrous love and wisdom we may trace. The sky, the mountain, vale, the simplest liower. May show to us the clothing of his power. And as a vesture they are changed ! How^ blest To know he giveth storm or giveth rest; And all his works to be remembered are. The falling leaves, the brilliance of a star. Sought out by those who thus may pleasure find, Searching the works of the Eternal Mind, i8o Poems of Daivn. Though ever changing, yet he changeth never, But yesterday, to-day, the same forever. The mountains may depart, the hills remove; His kindness shall not leave thee, or his love E'er fail: the covenant of his peace is sure. " Thus saith the Lord," doth make our hope secure. O height, and depth, and breadth of love divine I 0 gift unspeakable ! this hope be mine. Then, though these works dissolve, yet in that day 1 shall be found in him, safe, safe for aye. THE VISTA OF THE YEAR. GONE with our yesterdays; folded apart, Laid by with the treasures we hide in the heart, The year that hath left us, so silentlv shod, Has carried its records of earth unto God. How strange was its mingling of bitter and sweet, Its trials how heavy, its pleasures how fleet; How often its mercies- surprised us, unsought; How frequent the gifts to our hands which it brought. Alas ! that we shadowed its glorv with sin, Xor battled its beautiful trophies to win; And thanks unto him \vho gave pardon and rest, And wrought for his children whatever Avasbest. Cometh in winter the year that is new. vSnow-fall,and frost-rime, and star-beam, and dew, Shine of the daisies, and blush of the clover, Rose-cup and lily for bees to hang over, Stir of the wind in the waves of the wheat, i8i Poems of Daivn. Smile of the violet low at our feet, Fruitage of orchard, and cluster of vine. Seed-time and harvest, O man ! will be thine, Once more in this vear; for what hath been shall be, While the rivers of time seek eternitv's sea. So, a Happy New Year, to the babe and the mother, To gentle wee sister, and rosy cheeked brother. A Happy New Year unto all those who wait Till the Lord opens wide the Paradise gate. A Happy New Year unto those who have learned, How rich are the guerdons which labor has earned And a Happy New Year to the weary, who cling Through sorrow and pain to the cross of the King. Far down thy fair vista, blithe New Year, we see The sun gleam of the beautiful Sabbath to be; From afar o'er the billows of trouble we hear The anthems of praise and the notes of good cheer. God speed the full time when all idols shall fall, And the banner of Jesus wave high over all; W^hen the nations shall ^valk in the light of the Lord, And Eden's lost verdure to earth be restored. Dear Christ, by thy passion, thy grace and thy power. Assist us, uplift us, in each clouded hour, And still, by denial, bestowal, delay, Whatever is needful, O ! give us, we pray ! 182 Poems of Dawn. The year that is far above rubies shall be The year of our lives that is closest to thee. And precious and sacred our changes shall grow, If heaven-light o'er them in tenderness glow. Let the burdens of woe, and the conflicts of care, Alike be relieved by the breathings of pra}er; And happy, or only resigned, let us raise Each morninor and eveninof the songs of our praise. TRE YEAR BEFORE US. STANDING at the portal of the opening year, \Vords of comfort meet us, hushing every fear; Spoken through the silence by our Father's voice. Tender, strong and faithful, making us rejoice. Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day; For his word shall never, never pass away. I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid; I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed. Yes, I will uphold thee with my own right hand; Thou art call^ed and chosen in my sight to stand. Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day; For his ^vord shall never, never pass away. For the year before us, O ! what rich supplies ! For the poor and needy, living streams shall rise; For the sad and mournful, shall his grace al)oun(l; For the faint and feeble, jDcrfect strength be found. Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day; For his word shall never, never pass away. He will never tail us, he will not forsake; His eternal covenant he will never break; 183 Poems of Dawn. Resting on his promise, what have to we fear? God is all sufficient for the coming year. Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day Yqx his word shall never, never pass away. NEW YEAR'S WISHES. WHAT shall I wish thee.? Treasures of earth.? Songs in the spring-time, Pleasure and mirth.? Flowers on thy pathway. Skies ever clear? Would this ensure thee A happy new year.? What shall I wish thee.? What can be found, Bringing thee sunshine All the year round .? Where is the treasure, Lasting and dear, That shall ensure thee A happy new year? Faith that increasetli. Walking in light, Hope that aboundeth, Happy and bright; Love that is perfect, Casting out fear: These shall ensure thee A happy new year. 184 Poems of Daivn. Peace in the Savior, Rest at his feet, Smile of his countenance Radiant and sweet; Joy in his presence I Christ ever near ! This will ensure thee A happy new year . A HAPPY NEW YEAR. A BRIGHT new year and a sunny track ^ *■ Along an upward way; And a song of praise on looking back. When the year has passed away; Amid golden sheaves, nor small, nor few: This is mv new vear's wish for v(ni. GOD BLESS THEE. MAY Heaven sustain thee day by day, And make thy generous heart of love Rejoice through all the pleasant way That God directs thy feet to move, Inclining thee, just, generous, true, Nobly thy Christian work to do; Honored and loved and blessed of God, O ! sweet may be the pathway trod; May heavenly light around thee shine, Divinely blessing thee and thine. 185 Po£fns of Daivn. ETERNITY. WHAT is Eternity? Can aught » » Paint its duration to the thought? Tell every beam the sun emits, When in sublimest noon he sits; Tell every light-winged mote that strays Within its ample round of rays; Tell all the leaves and all the buds That crown the gardens, fields and woods; Tell all the spires of grass the meads Produce, when spring propitious leads The new-born year. Be this astonishing account Augmented with the full amount Of all the drops the clouds have shed Where'er their \vaterv tieeces spread Through all Time's long-protracted tour. Tell all the sands the ocean laves: Tell all the changes of its waves. Or tell, with more laborious pains, The drops its mighty mass contains. Were there a belt that could contain In its vast orb the earth and main; With figures \vere it clustered o'er, And not one cipher in the score; And could your laboring thoughts assign The total of the extended line; How vast the amount, the attempt how vain. To read duration's endless chain; For when as many years have run. Eternity is but begun I 186 Poems of Dawn. Then think of life thou niay'st attain, Through years eternal to remain, And the love which bought it all for thee When thou wert doomed no life to see; And grace which to its boundless store Adds endless blessings evermore: And when your cup of joy runs over, Let songs of praise rise to the Giver. AT LAST. THOU who hast made my home of life so pleas- ant. Leave not its tenant when its walls decav; O Love Divine, O Helper ever present. Be thou my strength and stay ! Be near me when all else is from me drifting; Earth, sky, home's picture, days of shade and shine; And kindlv faces to mv own uplifting The love which answers mine. THE AGED SAINT. THEY call it "going down hill" when we are growing old, i\nd speak with mournful accents when our tale is nearlv told; They sigh when' talking of the past, the davs that used to be. As if the future were not bright with immortalitv. 1S7 Poems of Dawn. But O ! we are not going down — but climbing higher and higher, Until we almost see the mountains that our souls desire. For if the natural eye grow dim, it is but dim to earth, While the eye of faith grows keener to perceive the Savior's worth. Those by-gone days, though days of joy, we wish not back again: Were there not also many days of sorrow^ and of pain? But in the days awaiting us, the days beyond the tomb, Sorrow shall find no place, but joy unmarred for- ever bloom. Who would exchange for shooting blade the wav- ing, golden grain .^ Or when the corn is fully ripe, would wish it green again? And who would wish the hoary head, sound in the way of truth; To be again encircled with the sunny locks of youth ? For, though indeed the outw^ard man must jDerish and decay. The inward man shall be renewed by grace from day to day; Those who are planted by the Lord, unshaken in their root. E'en in old age shall flourish still, and still bring forth their fruit. 1 88 Poems of Dawn. It is not years that make men old; the spirit may be young Though for three-score years and ten, the wheels of life have run; God has himself recorded, in his blessed Word of Truth, That they who wait upon the Lord, they shall re- new their youth. And when the eyes undimmed shall open to be- hold the King, And ears not dull with age shall hear melodious anthems ring — And the head no longer gray shall be crowned with life, in truth. Then shall be known the lasting joy of ever- blooming youth. A LIFE WELL SPENT. SOFTLY, O softly, the years have swept by thee, Touching thee gently with tenderest care; Sorrow and death they have often brought nigh thee, Yet have they left thee but beauty to wear; Growing old gracefully, Gracefully fair. Far from the storms that are lashing the ocean, Nearer each day to the pleasant home-light; Far from the w aves that are big wuth commotion, Under full sail and the harbor in sight; Growing old cheerfully, Cheerful and bright. 189 Poems of Dawn. Past all the winds that were adverse and chilling, Past all the islands that lured thee to rest; Past all the currents that urged thee unwilling, Far from thy course to the home of the blest; Growing old peacefully, Peaceful and blest. Never a feeling of envy and sorrow^ When the bright faces of children are seen; Never a year from the young wouldst thou borrow — Thou dost remember what lieth between: Growing old willingly. Thankful, serene. Rich in experience that angels might covet; Rich in a faith that has grown with thy years; Rich in a love that grew from and above it. Soothing thy sorrows and hushing thy fears; Growing old wealthily, Loving and dear. Hearts at the sound of thy coming are lightened. Ready and willing thy hand to relieve; Many a face at thy kind word hath brightened — "It is more blessed to give than receive.'^ Growing old happily, Ceasing to grieve. Eves that orrow dim to the earth and its glorv Have a sweet recompense youth cannot know; Ears that grow dull to the world and its story^ Drink in the songs that from Paradise flow; (irowing old graciously Purer than snow\ 190 Poems of Dawn. MY PSALM. IMOURX no more my vanished years: Beneath a tender rain. An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again, • The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear, But, o^rateful, take the o^ood I find. The best of now and here. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay- Aside the toiling oar, The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south winds softly sigh. And sweet calm days, in golden haze, ]Melt down the amber skv. Not less shall manly deed and word Rebuke an age of wrong: The graven flowers that wreathe the sword ]Make not the blade less strong. But smiting hands shall learn to heal, — To build as to destroy: Xor less my heart for others feel That I the more enjoy. 191 Poems of Dawn. All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold. And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track; — That whensoe'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back; — That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good: — And death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Bevond the Father's sight; — That care and trial seem at last, Through memory's sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, — The purple distance fair; That all the jarring notes of life Seem blending in a psalm. And all the angles of the strife Now rounding into calm. And so the shadows fall apart. And so the west winds play; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day. 192 Poems of Dawn, OUR BLESSED HOPE. TTTHAT though this earthly house of clay > V Sink into ruin and decay, Though health and vigor pass away, Christ is my life. What though fond dreams of youth are fled, The light that shone upon my head Extinguished and forever dead, Christ is my light. What though bright hopes now withered lie, Like autumn leaves, all sere and dry, Or meteors vanished from the sky, Christ is my hope. What though rude billows round me roll. His voice the tempest can control; They ruffle not my tranquil soul: Christ is my peace. What though dear friends I once caressed Within the silent grave now rest, The valley clods above them pressed, Christ eve}' lives. What though perplexing paths appear, God's word, a lamp, makes all things clear; Onward I pass, nor evil fear — Christ is 7ny way. What though the darkness deeper grows, And foes more active to oppose, God's truth provides a sweet repose: Christ shall appea?\ 193 (13) Poems of Dawn. RESURRECTION. I MOURNED the summer rose that died; I said: "It will return no more." But lo ! its beauty glorified I saw next summer's sun restore. New-born, it crowned with radiant grace The stalk where last year's blossom came; I marked its hues, I knew its face; 'Twas the same rose — yet not the same. I could not trace amid its bloom The atoms of a former flower, Nor tell what waste from nature's tomb Had robed it for its perfect hour. I asked not if its form expressed The very substance that decayed — But there, in every trait confessed. My lovely favorite stood displayed. And when I knew the parent tree Had planned the rose ere spring begun, To set its prisoned being free, I felt the old and new were one. O ! not in watched and labeled dust Lies beauty's resurrection form; Live in God's mind her likeness must, His memory keeps her ashes warm. There is no pattern lost; where'er The perished parcel blends with earth, The cast no changes can impair. Nor death deface the seal of birth. 194 Poems of Dawn. Of every face that fades away, Somehow, in custody divine, The mold that shaped the featured clay Preserves its picture, line for line. What though this dust, dispersed complete, Shall never, grain for grain, be found? 'Tis but the shoes the pilgrim's feet Put off to walk on holy ground — ■ Where, ever from the grave estranged, To life awaked, he only knows New grace hath clothed his form and changed The faded to the freshened rose. THE LORD MY SHEPHERD. THE Lord my Shepherd feeds me, And I no want shall know; He in green pastures leads me. By streams which gently flow. He doth, when ill betides me, Restore me from distress; For his name's sake he guides me In paths of righteousness. His rod and staff' shall cheer me. When passing death's dark vale; My Lord will still be near me, And I shall fear no ill. My food he doth appoint me, Prepared before my foes; 195 Poems of Dawn. With oil he doth annoint me; My cup of bliss overflows. His goodness shall not leave me, His mercy still shall guide, Till God's house shall receive me. Forever to abide. THERE are great truths that pitch their shining tents Outside our walls, and though but dimly seen In the gray dawn, they will be manifest When the light widens into perfect day. 196 HYiVEMS OK DAWN ABIDE SWEET SPIRIT. Old Hundred. L. M. (g. h. I ; J. h. 17; e. H. I.) ABIDE, sweet vSpirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide; O'er every thought and step preside. To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. Lead us in holiness, the road Which we must keep to dwell with God; Lead us in Christ, the living way; Nor let us from his pastures stray. Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for thine appointed hour; And fit us by thy grace to share The triumphs of thy conq'ring power. 197 Hymns of Dawn. 2. REMEMBER ME. Bale?'ma. C. M, (g. H. I; J. H. 17; E. H. I.) ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take. And thus remember thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, I must remember thee. 5 Remember thee and all thy pains. And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, I will remember thee. 6 Then of thy grace Til know the sum. And in thy likeness be. When thou hast in thy kingdom come And dost remember me. 198 3. Hymns of Dawn. COME TO ME. (G. H. 34.) AH ! my heart is heavy laden, Weary and oppresssed. Come to me, saith One, and coming. Be at rest. 2 Hath he marks to lead me to him. If he be my guide? In his feet and hands are wound-prints, And his side. 3 Is there diadem, as monarch, That his brow adorns ? Yes, a crown in very surety. But of thorns ! 4 If I find him, if I follow. What's my portion here? Many a sorrow, many a conflict, Many a tear. 5 If I still hold closely to him, What have I at last? Sorrow vanquished, labor ended Jordan past ! 6 If I ask him to receive me. Will he say me nay? Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away ! 199 A' Hymns of Dawn. Wi GOAL IS CHRIST. (W. H. 79.) H ! tell me not of gold or treasure, Of pomp and beauty here on earth: There's not a thing that gives me pleasure Of all this world displays for worth. Ref. — Each heart will seek and love its own; My goal is Christ, and Christ alone. 2 The world and her pursuits will perish; Her beauty's fading like a flower; The brightest schemes that earth can cherish Are but the pastimes of an hour. 3 Against this tower there's no prevailing; His kingdom passes not away; His throne abides, despite assailing, From henceforth unto endless day. 4 And tho' a pilgrim I must wander, Still absent from the One I love, He soon will have me with him yonder In his own glory-realms above. Triumphantly I therefore ow^n, My goal is Christ, and Christ alone. 5. BOUGHT WITH A PRICE. Dundee. C. AL (o. H. Ill ; w. H. 13,) ALAS ! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? Hymns of Dazun. Cho. — Jesus died for you, And Jesus died for me; Yes, Jesus died for all mankind: Praise God ! salvation's free. 2 It was because we were undone He groaned upon the tree. Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Jesus, God's Anointed, died, For man, undone by sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. 6. A LITTLE FLOCK. Evan. C. M. (g. H. 107 ; E. H. 43.) LITTLE flock; so calls he thee, A W^ho bought thee with his blood; A little flock disowned of men. But owned and loved of God. 201 Hyjuns of Dawn. 3 A little flock, so calls he thee; Church of the firstborn, hear I Be not ashamed to own the name; It is no name of fear. 3 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise; Those whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes. 4 But the Chief Shepherd comes at length; Her feeble days are o'er; With glory crowned, and sceptre's strength, She reigns forevermore. T. A LITTLE WHILE. (G. H. 399.) U A LITTLE w^hile;" now he has com The hour draws on apace — The blessed hour, the glorious morn, When we shall see his face. How light our trials then will seem ! How short our pilgrim way ! The life of earth a fitful dream, Dispelled by dawning day ! Cho. — Then, O Lord Jesus, quickly show Thy glory and thy light, And take God's longing children home, And end earth's weary night. 2 "A little while;" with patience, Lord, I fain would ask, "How long.^" Hynuis of Dawn. For how can I, with such a hope Of glory and of home, With such a joy awaitin^ me, Not wish the hour were come? How can I keep the longing back, And how suppress the groan ? Yet peace, my heart ! and hush, my tongue ! Be calm, my troubled breast ! Each passing hour prepares thee more For everlasting rest. Thou knowest well, the time thy God Appoints for thee is best. The morning star already shines; The sflow is in the east. 8, ALL FOR JESUS. (W. H. 63.) ALL for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! All my being's ransomed pow'rs; All my thoughts and words and doings. All my days and all my hours. All for Jesus I all for Jesus ! All my days and all my hours. 2 Let my hands perform his bidding; Let my feet run in his ways; Let my eyes see Jesus only; Let my lips speak forth his praise. All for Jesus ! all for Jesus I Let my lips speak forth his praise. 203 Hymns of Dawn. Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus, I've lost sight of all beside — So enchained my spirit's vision, Looking at the crucified. All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! All for Jesus crucified ! 9. THE MIGHTY TO SAVE. Contrast. 8. (j. H. Z3^ ; s. P. 1036.) ALL glory to Jesus be given, That life and salvation are free, And all may be washed and forgiven; Yes, Jesus has saved even me. Cho. — Christ Jesus is mighty to save, And all his salvation may know. On his merit I lean, and his blood makes me clean. Yes, his blood has washed whiter than snow. 3 From the darkness of sin and despair, Out into the light of his love, He has brought me and made me an heir To kingdoms and mansions above. 3 O ! the rapturous heights of his love, The measureless depths of his grace ! My soul all his fulness would prove, And live in his loving embrace. 4 In him all my wants are supplied, His love starts my heaven below, And freely his blood is applied, His blood that makes whiter than snow. 20^ Hymns of Daiun. 10, ALL HAIL. Coi'onatioJi, C. M. (g. h. Ioi ; K. H. 65 ; j. H. 156.) ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall. Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye saints, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go spread your trophies at his feet. And crown him Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial baU, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 11, SING TO THE LORD. Old Hundred. L. 31. (g. h. I ; e. h. I ; J. H. 17.) ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. 2 The Lord ye know is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make; 205 Hymns of Dawn. We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take. 3 O I enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto: Praise, laud, and bless his name always; For it is seemly so to do. ^ For why.'' The Lord our God is good, His mercy is forever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. 12, ALL THE WAY. (g. H. 6o; E. H. 176.) A LL the way my Savior leads me: ^ What have I to ask beside.^ Can I doubt his tender mercy, Who thro' life has been my guide? Heavenly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in him to dwell ! For I know, whatever befall me, Jesus doeth all things well. All the w^ay my Savior leads me; Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me grace for every trial; Feeds me with the living bread; Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul a thirst may be. Gushing fiom the Rock before me, Lo ! a spring of joy I see. 206 Hymns of Dawn. All the way my vSavior leads me; O ! the fulness of his love ! Perfect rest to me is promised In my Father's house above. When my spirit, clothed immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song through endless ages — Jesus led me all the way. 13. SELF-EXAMINATION. Arlington. C. M. (g. H. 115; E. H. 214.) AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be borne to Paradise On flowery beds of ease, W^hile others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vain world a friend to grace. To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy Word. 207 Hymns of Dawn. 5 When thine illustrious day shall rise, And all thv saints shall shine, ! And shouts of victory rend the skies. ' The glory, Lord, be thine. 14. FULL SURRENDER. Boy I St on. S. J/. (j. H. 266; E. H. 114.) AND can I yet delay j My little all to give? | To wean my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive ? 2 Though late, I all forsake; M}' will, my all resign: Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine. 3 Come and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. • 4 My one desire be this, Thy love to fully know; Nor seek I longer other bliss, Or other good below. 5 My life, my portion thou; Thou all-sufficient art: My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart. 208 Hymns of Dawn. HOPE IN CHRIST. Hendon. 7. (J. H. 370; O. H. 425; E. H. 9.) ASK ye what great thing I know- That delights and stirs me so? What the high reward I win? Whose the name I glory in? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. What is faith's foundation strong ? What awakes my lips to song ? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Who defeats my fiercest foes? Who consoles my saddest woes? Who revives my fainting heart. Healing all its hidden smart? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be ? Who will place me on his right. With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the Crucified. This is that great thing I know; This delights and stirs me so; Faith in him who died to save. Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 209 (14) Hynms of Damn. 16, PRAYER OF THE CONSECRATED. Parting Hymn. 7, 6 I. (J. n. 356; G. H. 317.) AS with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to thee. 2. As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed. There to bend the knee before Him whom Heaven and earth adore; So may we, with willing feet. Ever seek the mercy-seat. 3. As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare; So may we w^ith holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasvires bring, Christ, to thee, our glorious King. 4. Holy Savior, every day Keep us in the narrow way; Ancl, when earthly things are past. Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide. Where no clouds thy glory hide. Hymns of Dawn. Yl^ PRAISE HIS NAME. St. Thomas. S. M. (G. H. 320; J. H. 274.) AWAKE ! and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake every heart and every tongue, To praise the Savior's name. 3 Come, pilgrims on the road To Zion's city, sing: Rejoice we in the Lamb of God — In Christ, the eternal King. 3 Soon shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; In sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. 18, JERUSALEM, AWAKE ! U" oodworth. L. M. (G. H. 54; E. H. 130.) AWAKE, Jerusalem, awake ! No longer in the dust lie down; The garment of salvation take. Thy beauty and thy strength put on. 2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight. And hides the promise from thine eyes; Arise, and gladly hail the light: The ofieat Deliverer calls, Arise ! HyfHns of Dawn. 3 Shake off the bands of sad despair; And now receive thy liberty ; Look up, thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free. 4. Vessels of mercy, sons of grace. Be purged from every sinful stain; Behold your Lord ! his Word embrace, Nor bear his hallowed name in vain. 19, HIS LOVING KINDNESS. Z. M. (S. p. 307 ; J. H. 236.) AWAKE my soul, in joyful lays. And sing thy great Redeemer's praise He justly claims a song from me; His loving kindness, O how free ! His loving kindness, loving kindness, His loving kindness, O how free ! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His loving kindness, O how great ! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes Combine its heav'nward way t'oppose, He safely leads his church along: His loving kindness, O how strong ! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud. He near my soul has always stood; His loving kindness, O how good ! Hymns of Dawn. And when earth's rightful King shall come, To take his ransomed people home, I'll sing upon that blissful shore, His loving kindness evermore. 20. AWAKE, MY SOUL. Ortonville. C. M. (E. H. 58; J. H. 146; s. r. 355.) A WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, ^ *- And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 That prize with peerless glory bright, With thee, O Lord, we'll gain. When earth's great monarchs shall have lost Their glory and their fame. 5 Blest Savior, introduced by thee. Our race have we begun; And crowned with victory, at thy feet We'll lay our trophies down. 213 Hymns of Dawn, 21. WONDROUS GRACE. Dennis. S. M, (G. H. 113; K. H. 259; I. H. 293.) BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father hath bestowed On members of a fallen race, To make them sons of God. 2 By his dear Son redeemed, By grace then purified; What favor that we should be named For Christ's joint-heir and bride ! 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 5 Now in our Father's love We share a filial part; He grants the spirit from above To dwell within each heart. 6 We can no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our hearts now Abba, Father, cry. And he the kindred owns. 214 Hymns of Daiun. 22. BLESSED BIBLE. Pieyel's Hymn. y. (g. H. 214; E- H. 107; J. H. 377.) BLESSED Bible, preciousWord ! Boon most sacred from the Lord; Glory to his name be given, For this choicest gift from heaven. 2 'Tis a ray of purest light. Beaming through the deptlis of night; Brighter than ten thousand gems Of the costliest diadems. 3 'Tis a fountain, pouring forth Streams of life to gladden earth Whence eternal blessings flow, Antidote for human woe. 4 'Tis a mine, ay, deeper too, Than can mortal ever go; Search we may for many years. Still some new, rich gem appears. 23. CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. Dennis. S. M. (g. h. 114; E. H. 259; J. H. 293.) BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 3 Blest are the sons of peace. Whose hearts and hopes are one, 215 Hymns of Dawn. Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 3 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares, 4 We share our mutual woes. Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 5 When we asunder part, O may this mutual love Encourage every fainting heart, His zeal and faith to prove. 6 Our glorious hope revives Our courage every day, While each in expectation strives To run the heavenly way. 24. THE YEAR OF JUBILEE. Lennox. C. M. (g. H. 119; E. H. 166; J. H. 338.) BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; • Let all the nations know. To earth's remotest bound: The year of jubilee is come, Returning ransomed sinners home. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made; 216 Hymns of Dawn. Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mournful souls be glad: The year of jubilee is come, Returning ransomed sinners home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption through his blood, To all the world proclaim: The year of Jubilee is come. Returning ransomed sinners home. 4 Ye, who were sold for naught, Whose heritage was lost, May have it back unbought, A gift at Jesus' cost: The year of jubilee is come, Returning ransomed sinners home. 5 The seventh trumpet hear. The news of heavenly grace; Salvation now is near; vSeek ye the Savior's face: The year of Jubilee is come. Returning ransomed sinners home. 25. HOPE'S CONSUMMATION. Marlow. C. 31. (J-H. 229; S. P. 339.) BRIDE of the Lamb, awake ! awake ! Why weep for sorrow now ? The hope of glory, Christ, is thine; A child of glory, thou. 217 Hymns of Daivn, Thy spirit through the lonely night, From earthly joy apart, Hath sighed for one that's far away, The Bridegroom of thy heart. But see, the night is waning fast, The breaking morn is here; And Jesus comes, with voice of love, Thy drooping heart to cheer. He comes, for O ! his yearning heart No more can bear delay. To scenes of full unmingled joy To call his bride away. This earth, the scene of all his woe, A homeless wild to thee. Full soon upon his heavenly throne Its rightful King shall see. His own kind hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears. And death itself, shall die. 26. SAVIOR, HELP US. HarjHony — Oran. y,6l. (J- H. 379) 'Y thy birth, and by thy tears; By thy human griefs and fears; By thy condict in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power — Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help us, or we die. 2l8 B Hymns of Dawn. 3 By the tenderness that wept O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept; By the bitter tears that flowed Over Salem's lost abode — Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help us, or we die. 3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; By thy fearful conflict there; By thy cross and dying cries; By thy one great sacriflce — Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help us, or we die. 4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; By thy power the lost to save; By thy high, majestic throne; By the empire all thine own, — Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help us, or we die. 5 By thy kingdom promised long; By thy power to right each wrong; By thy church upon thy throne. Thou wilt seek out all thine own; Saving all of those w^ho cry, Savior, help me, or I die. 27, ALWAYS REJOICING. A'uremburg. j. (j. p. 378; E. H. 260.) pHILDREN of the heavenly King, ^ As we journey let us sing; Sing our Savior's worthy praise. Glorious in his works and ways. 219 Hymns of Dawn. Abra'm's favored seed be glad; One with Christ ye shall be made; He our human flesh assumed, And our ruined souls redeemed. Lift your eyes, ye sons of light, Zion's city is in sight; There our endless home shall be; There our Lord we soon shall see. We are traveling home to God, In the way our Savior trod; In the hour of trial we Watch thy footprints, Lord, to see. Fear not. brethren, joyful stand, On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismayed go on. Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below: Blessed Christ, our Leader be, And we still will follow thee. 28. ALL TO THEE. (g. H. 21.) CHRIST gave his life for me, His precious blood he shed. That I might ransomed be. And quickened from the dead. He gave, he gave his life for me; How grateful I should be ! 220 Hymns of Dawn. His Father's house of light, His glory-circled throne, He left for earthly night, For wand'rings sad and lone; He left, he left it all for me. Have I left all for thee? He suffered much for me. More than I now can know, Of bitterest agony; He drained the cup of woe; He bore, he bore it all for me, What have I borne for thee ? He now has brought to me, Dow:n from his home above. Salvation full and free. Pardon and life and love. He brings, he brings rich gifts to me- Lord, I give all to thee. 29, DAWNING DAY. Day Dawn. 9, 8. (s. p. 1420.) pHRISTIAN, the morn breaks sweetly o'er ^ thee, And all the midnight shadows flee; Tinged are the distant skies with glory, A beacon light hangs out for thee. Arise, arise, the light breaks o'er thee. Bright from thy everlasting home; ►Soon shalt thou reach thy goal of glorv. Soon shalt thou share thv Savior's throne. Hy 77171 s of I) awn. Lift up thy head; the day breaks o'er thee: Bright is the promised shining way ! Light from heaven is streaming for thee; Lo ! 'tis the dawn of perfect day- Rejoice ! rejoice ! in hope of glory, Counting all else but vanity: Precious this truth; O seek and hold it, And send it forth that all mav see. 30. CHRIST IS COME. (G. H. Z2>^ CHRIST is come ! now let creation From her groans and travail cease; Let the glorious proclamation Hope restore and faith increase. Cho. — Christ is come ! Christ is come ! Christ, the blessed Prince of peace. Christ is come ! Christ is come ! Christ, the blessed Prince of peace. 2 Earth can yet but read the story Of his cross and dying pain; But shall soon behold his glory; For he cometh now to reign. 3 Long thine exiles have been pining. Far from rest and home and thee; But in heavenly vesture shining. Soon they shall thy glory see. 4 With this blessed hope before us, Let no harp remain unstrung; Let the mighty ransomed chorus Onward roll from tongue to tongue. 222 31, tTymns of Dawn. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION. Sabbath Morn. y. (j. H. 381 ; E. H. 35 ; S. P. 1062.) pHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Vy Sons of men and angels say; Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens — and earth, reply. Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the battle; victory won: Lo ! he's risen conqueror, And shall sink in death no more. Vain the watch, the seal, the stone; Christ as conqueror is known; Death in vain forbids his rise; Soon he'll open paradise. Lives asfain our grlorious King:; Where, O Death, is now thy sting .^ Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy victory, boasting Grave .^ 32. THE PROSPECT. C~^OME all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain, Come view our home beyond the tide: Millennial Canaan is before us, Soon we'll sing on the other side. O there see the "white throne of glory. And crowns which the saints then shall gain; And all who shall love Christ's appearing. Shall be blessed b}' his glorious reign. 223 Hymns of Dawn. Clio. — O ! the prospect ! it is so transporting, Reapers, hasten the gath'ring, we pray; We rejoice in the glory that's promised, And the dawn of millennial day. 3 Thence springs of life will e'er be flowing, Robing the earth in living green. Visions of beauty rise before us When the King and the saints shall reign. Soon our conflicts and toils will be ended; We'll be tried and tempted no more, And mankind of all ages and nations Shall be blessed in that triumphant hour. 3 Faith now beholds salvation's river, Gliding from underneath the throne. Bearing its life to whomsoever Will return to his Father's home. They will walk 'mid the trees by the rivers. With the friends they have loved by their side ; They will sing the glad songs of salvation. And be ready to follow their guide. 33. BURIED WITH CHRIST. Old Hundred. L. M. (G. H. I; s. P. 3; J. H. ZZ; E. H. I.) COME, Jesus, Master, Sun divine ! On these baptismal waters shine. Thy light, thy love, thy life impart. And till each consecrated heart. 2 We love thy name, we love thy laws. And joyfully embrace thy cause; 224 Hymns of Dawn. Well bear the cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for us once slain ! 3 We sink beneath the mystic wave. Nor would we seek our life to save; We yield our will to thine own mould, Nor would we seek our own to hold. 4 And as we rise for thee to live, O let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above. The breath of life, the fire of lov«. 34# RENEWED DEVOTEDNESS. (s.r. 1413.) COINIE, let us anew our journey pursue. Roll round with the year. And never stand still till the Master appear. His adorable will let us gladly fulfill. And our talents improve. By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2. Our life, as a dream, our time, as a stream Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moments w^e would not delay. Haste, haste ye along, dark moments be gone. For the jubilee year Rushes on to our view, and its dawm is now here. 3. O ! at close of our day may each of us say, "I have fought my way through; I have finished the work thou didst give me to do!" 225 (15) Hymns of Dawn. O ! that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, ''Well and faithfully done ! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne !" 35. THE PRIVILEGE OF PRAYER. Ilorton. 7. (e. h. io5; S. r. 1 1 13.) (^OME, my soul, thy suit prepare; ■^ Father loves to answer prayer. He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. Thou art coming to a King; Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. Lord, I bring my burdens all, On thy name in faith I call; Trusting in the blood once spilt For release from all my guilt. 4 When I come to thee for rest, With thy favor I am blest, Lord, thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 5 Ere I call, the answer comes. Bringing peace 'mid earth's alarms, God my inmost thought doth read; Yes, his grace is all I need. 226 »:> Hymns of Dawn. 36. FREE SALVATION. (C. H. 134.) C^^OME, sing the Gospel's joyful sound, ■' Salvation full and free; \ Proclaim to all the world around, The year of Jubilee ! Clio. — Salvation, salvation, The grace of God doth bring; 1^ vSalvation, salvation, ■ Through Christ, our Lord and King. 2 Ye mournful souls, aloud rejoice; Ye blind, your Savior see ! Ye pris'ners, sing with thankful voice, The Lord hath made you free ! 3 With rapture swell the song again, Of Jesus' dying love; 'Tis peace on earth, good will to men, And praise to God above ! 37, BOUNDLESS GRACE- Nettleton. ^S", 7,d. (E. H. 166; G. H. 116; S. P. 849.) COME, thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart a song to raise, Streams of favor, never ceasing, Call for notes of heart-felt praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet — Grace to gratitude doth move. Praise thy grace, I glory in it ! Grace so full of matchless love. 227 Hymns of Dawn. Not alone hath grace redeemed me, Bought me Vv'ith Christ's precious blood, Sought me out when I, a stranger, Wandered from the fold of God; But beyond this great salvation God hath shown me wondrous grace — CalTd me with a heav'nly calling. Ever to behold his face. 0 ! to grace how^ great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be ! Lord, thy goodness, like a fetter, Binds my grateful heart to thee. 1 will tread the way appointed. Rough and thorny though it be; In the steps of thine Anointed; 'Tis my privilege, I see. 38. COME YE DISCONSOLATE. (g. H. 197; E. H. 194.) COME, ye disconsolate ! w^here'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish; Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life, see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; 228 I Hymns of Dawn. Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing Earth hath no sorrows but heaven can remove. 39. GOD IS LOVE. Balerma. C. M. (E. H. 135; J. H. 163; s. P. 329.) COME, ye that know and love the Lord, And raise your thoughts above; Let every heart and voice accord To sing that "God is love." 2 This precious truth his Word declares. And all his mercies prove; Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears, To show that "God is love." 3 Behold his patience, bearing long With those who from him rove; Soon he'll instruct earth's mighty throng. And teach them "God is love." 40. LET PRAISE ABOUND. Laban. S. J/. (G. H. 112; J. H. 304; S. p. 557.) COME ye that love the Lord And let your songs abound, With heart and voice in sweet accord, Now spread his fame around. Let all his children sing Glad songs of praise to God. Yes, children of the heavenly King Should tell their joys abroad. 229 Hymns of Dawn, 3 The God whose plan so high Outstrips our highest thought, To whom we may in prayer draw nigh, Assured we're not forgot; 4 This loving God is ours, Our Father and our Friend; He doth employ his heavenly powers To guide us to the end. t; Soon we shall see his face And know his matchless worth. And through his all-abounding grace Show all his glories forth. 6 Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss, With constant joys elate. 7 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dr} ; We're trav'ling through Immanuel's ground, To fairer prospects nigh. 4:1, AWAKE FROM THY SADNESS. Richland, ii. (J- H. 515.) DAUGHTER of Zion ! awake from thy sad- ness ! Awake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er the hills dawns the day-star of glad- ness, 230 Hymns of Dawn. Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. Daughter of Zion ! &c. 3 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that sub- dued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaft' from the scourge that pursued them: Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. Daughter of Zion ! &c. 3 Daughter of Zion ! the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be ; Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. Daughter of Zion, &c. 42. OUR CONSECRATION PLEDGE. Hamburg. L. M. (g, h. 400 ; J. H. 49 ; S. P. 22.) jEAR Savior, we thy will obey; Not of constraint, but with delight, Thy servants hither come to-day. To honor thine appointed rite. D^ 2 O sacred rite ! by thee to own The name of Jesus we begin; This is our consecration pledge. And symbol of our hope in him. 3 We count ourselves as dead to sin, And thus we're buried with our Lord: Hymns of JDaivti. We plunge into the cleansing flood, And rising, live henceforth to God. No more let sin and self-will reign Over our bodies, reckoned dead; But overcoming day by day. We'll grow into our living Head. 43. COMFORT IN SORROW. Federal Street. L. M. (s. p. 60.) DEEM not that they are blest alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The anointed Son of God makes known A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of toil and pain Forerunners are of happier years. 3 Yes, a bright day of peaceful rest Succeeds this dark and troubled night; Though grief may bide an evening guest, Yet joy shall come with early light. 4 Let not the Christian's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a sinking, fainting heart, He sometimes almost longs to die; 5 For God has marked each sorrovv^ing day, And numbered every secret tear; And blissful ages yet shall pay For all his children sufler here^ 44. Hymns of Daivn. THE WARFARE. Dover. S. M. (e. h. 92 ) UQ^UIP me for the war, -Lv And teach me how to fight: My mind and heart, O Lord, prepare, And o^uide my words arig^ht. 2 With cahii and tempered zeal, Let me proclaim thy plan; And vindicate thy gracious will Which offers life to man. 3 O ! may I love like thee. In love declare thy ways, And help the blinded ones to see Thy truth declares thy praise. 4 And teach me, Lord, the art With wisdom to remove The errors that deceive the heart, And truth to clearly prove. 5 O ! arm me with the mind. Meek Lamb, that was in thee; And let my fervent zeal be joined With grace and charity. 6 Control my every thought, My talents all enlist; ^ And may my zeal, to judgment brought, Prove true beneath thy test. 233 Hymns of Dawn. 45, HIS LOVE MAKE KNOWN. Duke Street. L. M. (j. H. 39; E. H. 5.) WARE. (S. P. 29I.) ETERNAL God, celestial King, Exalted be thy glorious name; While hosts in heaven thy praises sing. Let saints on earth thy love proclaim. 2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God; I rest my hope on thee alone; I'll spread thy sacred truths abroad, And to mankind thy love make known. 3 Awake, my tongue; awake, my lyre; With morning's earliest dawn arise; To songs of joy my soul inspire. And swell your music to the skies. •4 With those who in thy grace abound, To thee I'll raise my thankful voice; May every land, the earth around. Yet hear, and in thy name rejoice. 46. SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. Dundee. C. M. (g. H. Ill ; s. r. 319; J. H. 180.) ETERNAL Sun of righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glories of thy face Upon our hearts to shine. 2 Light in thy light, O may we see, Thy grace and mercy prove; 234 Hymns of Dawn. Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee, God of abounding love. 3 Lift up thy countenance serene. And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Father reconciled. 4 That all-comprising peace bestow On me, through grace forgiven; The joys of holiness bestow, The precious joys of heaven. 47. JESUS IS MINE. (W. H. I02.) FADE ! fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine ! Break every tender tie, Jesus is mine ! Dark is the wilderness. Absent the resting place; Jesus alone can bless: Jesus is mine ! Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine ! He is my only stay, Jesus is mine ! Perishing things of clay. Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine ! 235 Hymns of Dawn. 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine ! Mine is a dawning light, Jesus is mine ! All that my soul has tried Left but an aching void; Jesus has satisfied, Jesus is mine ! 4 Farewell, mortality ! Jesus is mine ! Welcome, eternity ! Jesus is mine ! Welcome, ye scenes of rest ! Welcome, ye mansions blest I God's love is manifest. Jesus is mine ! 48. COMMUNION WITH GOD. Rockingham. L. M. (g. h. 103; E. H. 151 ; J. H. 44.) FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone ! Let my religious hours alone; Fain would mine eyes my Savior see; I wait to visit, Lord, with thee. 2 O ! warm my heart with holy fire, Enkindle more of pure desire: Come, sacred Spirit, from above. And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Hail, great Immanuel, now divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine; ITymns of Dawn. Thy glorious name shall be adored. And every tongue confess thee Lord. 49. THE WORD OF GOD. Dundee. C. M. (c. H. Ill ; J. H. i8o; s. p. 319.) CATHER of mercies, in thy Word A What endless glory shines ! Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines. z 'Tis here the Savior's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound. 3 O ! may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light ! 4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near; Teach me to love thy sacred Word, And view my Savior here. 50. CONSECRATION. Naomi. C. M. (e. H. 181 ; J. H. 149.) CATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss J- Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise. 237 Hymns of Dawn. 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet thought that thou art mine My every hour attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. 51. THY WILL BE DONE. Autumn. S, y (g. h. 420; E. H. 67; s. r. 795.) FATHER, while our eyes are weeping O'er the spoils that death has won. We would, at this solemn meeting, Calmly say, "Thy wall be done." 2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone: Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; Blessed Lord, "Thy will be done." 3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With thy smiles of love returning, We can sing, "Thy will be done." 4 By thy hands the boon was given; Thou hast taken but thine own: Lord of earth, and God of heaven. Evermore, "Thy will be done." 238 Hymns of Dawn. 52. CLEANSE ME. Howard. C. M. (j. H. 205.) FOREVER here my rest shall be, Close to thy wounded side; This all my hope and all my plea, For me the Savior died. 2 My dying Savior and my Lord, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood; O ! cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own; Wash me, and mine thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alone — My hands, my head, my heart. 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love. 53. FOREVER WITH THE LORD. Boy 1st on. S. M. (k. h. 114, J. H. 266; G. H. 113.) '' COREVER with the Lord ! " 1 Amen, so let it be ! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 239 Hymns of Dawn. 2 Here we are being spent, As pilgrims here we roam, Yet nightly pitch our moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 ''Forever with the Lord!" Father, thy blessed will We're learning daily through thy Word, And seeking to fulfill. 4 And when our latest breath Shall rend the vail in twain, Through merit of our Savior's death We hope this bliss to gain. 5 With thee the promised throne Then evermore to share. We'll gladly make thy glory known, Thy praises everywhere. 54. ONCE FOR ALL. (a H. i6.) FREE from the law, O happy condition ! Jesus, our Lord, hath purchased remission; Cursed by God's law and bruised by the fall, Grace hath redeemed us once for all. Cpio. — Once for all ! O yes ! we believe it; Once for all ! by faith we receive it; Lo, at his cross all burdens will fall, Christ hath redeemed us once for all. 2 Now we are free, there's no condemnation; Jesus will soon perfect our salvation; 240 Hymns of Dawn. His kingdom soon shall rule over all, Saving the willing from the fall. 3 Children of God, O glorious calling ! Surely his grace will keep us from falling: Passing from death to life at his call, Blessed salvation ! once for all. I 55. PRAISE THE LORD! Dtike Street. L. M. (E. H. 5 ; s. p. 76 ; J. H. 39.) FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung. Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies. Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. From age to age forevermore. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring; In songs of praise exulting sing; The great salvation loud proclaim, And ever praise the Savior's name. 4 In every land begin the song; To every land the strains belong; In cheerful sounds all voices raise. And fill the world with joyful praise. 241 (16) Hymns of 3aWH. 56. THE MERCY SEAT. ketreat. L. M. (E. h. 1 98.) FRO]M every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercv-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all besides more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercv-seat. 3 O ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed? Or how would hosts of foes defeat. Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? 4 There, there on eagle wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glorv crowns the mercy-seat. G^ 57, DIVINE PROVIDENCE. Laban^ S. M. (G. H. 112; J. H. 304; S. P. 557.) IVE to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, and clouds, and storms. He gently clears thy way; 242 1^0 ems of Dawn. Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 Still heavy is thy heart? Still sinks thy spirit down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone. 4 Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command: So shalt thou gladly own his way. How wise, how strong his hand ! 5 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear. When fully he the work hath wrought That caused thv needless fear. 58. DION'S GLORIOUS HOPE. Stinny Side. 8, 7 d. (j. H. 441.) Hancen. (s. P. 1068.) GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God. He whose w^ord cannot be broken Formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded. Naught can shake thy sure repose; With Salvation's walls surrounded. Thou shalt triumph o'er thy foes. 2 Built upon this sure foundation, Zion shall in glory rise; Men shall call thy walls Salvation, And thy gates shall be named Praise. 243 Hy7nns of Dawn, The redeemed of every nation Shall with joy thy glory see, And find rest from tribulation, Hope and life and peace in thee. Then the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Will supply thy sons and daughters. And all fear of want remove. Who need faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver Never fails from age to age. Who would faint while such a prospect Urges on to faithfulness. Though thy present mournful aspect Seem no cause for thankfulness? Look not at the things beside thee; Those behind thee have no worth: Let the glorious hope before thee Fill thy heart with rapturous mirth. 59. WORTHY, THE LAMB! New Haven. (G. H. 117.) pLORY to God on high! VJ" Let heaven and earth reply, "Praise ye his name !" His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing loud forevermore, "Worthy the Lamb!" 244 Hymns of Dawn. While the blest heavenly throng Gratefully join in song, Praising his name — Ye who have felt his blood Sealing your peace w^ith God, Sound his dear name abroad, "Worthy the Lamb!" Join, all ye ransomed race, Make earth a holy place, Praising his name. In him let all rejoice, Singing with heart and voice — Christ is our blessed choice, "Worthy our King!" Soon shall all sorrow cease; For lo ! the Prince of Peace Cometh to reign; To him our songs we bring; Hail him our gracious King; We'll through all ages sing, "Worthy the Lamb !" G' 60. GO BURY THY SORROW! (G. H. 6l.) O bury thy sorrow, The world has its share; Go bury it deeply. Go hide it with care; Go think of it calmly, When curtained by night. Go tell it to Jesus, And all will be right. 245 Hymns of Dawn. Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief; Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief; Go; gather the sunshine He sheds on thy way; He'll lighten thy burden, Go, weary one, pray. Hearts growing aweary With heavier woe. Now droop 'mid the darkness- Go, comfort them, go ! Go bury thy sorrows, Let others be blest; Go, give them the sunshine; Tell Jesus the rest. 61, OUR REFUGE. Ward. L. M. (J. H. 38; s. P. 47.) GOD is the refuge of his saints When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints. Behold him present with his aid. 2 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God With peace, and joy and blessing now. E'en in our narrow trial road. 3 That sacred stream, thy holy Word, Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford. And give new strength to fainting souls. 2^6 I 62. Hymns of Daw7i. WONDROUS LOVE- (G. H. 30.) GOD loved the world of sinners lost, And ruined by the fall; Salvation full at highest cost, He offers free to all. Cho. — O ! 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love. The love of God to me; It brought my Savior from above To die on Calvary. 2 E'en now by faith I claim him mine. The risen Son of God; Redemption by his death I find, And cleansing through his blood. 3 Love brings the glorious fulness in, And to his saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin, Through faith in Christ alone. 4 Believing souls, rejoicing go; There shall to you be given A glorious fortaste, even now. The peace and joy of heaven. 5 Of victory now o'er Satan's power Let all the ransomed sing. And triumph now in every hour, Through Christ, the Lord, our King. 247 Hymns of Dawn. 63. HE WILL MAKE IT PLAIN. Arlington, C. M. (g. h. 115 ; E. H. 214; J. H. 142.) GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill. He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense. But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter. And he will make it plain. 248 Hymns of Dawn. 64:« TO THEE I CALL. Federal Street. L. M. (s. r. 60.) GOD of my life, to thee I call; Afflicted, at thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where shall I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor.^ 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's pier..'' Does not the word still fixed remain. That none shall seek thy face in vain.'* 4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 65. I WILL PRAISE THEE. IVelton. L. M. (s. P. 13.) Hebron, (j. H. 38; s. r. 38; g, h. 212.) GOD of my life, through all my days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light. And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would make me sore distrest, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high. Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 249 Hymns of Dawn. 3 Were half the breath that's vainly spent To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would oftener be, "Hear what the Lord hath done for me. 4 Yes, done for me ; Lord, I confess Thy wisdom and thy righteousness, And all my days shall therefore be Of praise a tribute, Lord, to thee. G" 66. THE SWEET BY-AND-BY. (G. H. 204; E. H. 277; \V. H. 16.) OD has promised a glorious day, And by faith we now see it draw near; Our Redeemer has opened the way, And soon will its glory appear. Cho. — In the sweet by and by. We shall meet to be parted no more: In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on eternity's shore. 2 There the dead shall arise from the tomb. And the living to health be restored; And away from all sorrow and gloom, They'll be led by the life-giving Lord. 3 A highway shall there be cast up. And the stones shall be all gathered out; And errors no weak ones shall trip, And no lions of vice stalk about. 4 There nothing shall hurt nor offend. In God's kingdom of glory and peace; 250 Hymns of Dawn. The wicked their ways shall amend, And the righteous their joys shall increase. There God's hand shall all tears wipe away; He'll the joys of his favor restore; And the light of that glorious day, Will bring life, joy and peace evermore. 67. DISCIPLINE. St. Martin's. C. M. (j. H. 136.) GOD'S hand that saves, though kind, seems rough; His methods sometimes rude; Frail shrinking nature cries, "Enough ! " Yet proves the Lord is good. 2 The temple stones God now prepares Oft cry, "You hurt me sore;" The Sculptor seeks their perfectness, And trims them more and more — 3 Ll^ntil, by dint of strokes and blows. The shapeless mass appears Symmetric, polished, beautiful. To stand th' eternal years. 4 The beaten sheaves, all threshed and torn, And trampled under feet. Yield forth, when tribulation's o'er. Their grains of golden wheat. 5 Out of the crushed and mangled grapes, Comes forth the sparkling wine; If God but still my portion is. Be such experience mine. 251 Hymns of Dawn. 6 Kept while the furnace, heated white, Shall purge the dross away ! Thy judgments, Lord, are true and right, And brighter every day. 68. DIVINE GRACE. Wondrous Gift. S. 3f. (g. h. 49.) GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save the fallen man; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace taught my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the w^ork shall crown Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves our praise. 69, REST IN GOD. Hebron. L. M. (g. h. 212; J. H. 22; s. P. 38.) GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 252 Hymns of Dawn. 3 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred ties, Thy son, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look, As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 E'en life itself, without thy love, No lasting pleasure can afford; Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from thee. Lord. 5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise: Thy work shall make my heart rejoice, And fill the remnant of my days. 70. HARVEST TIME. Melniore. L. M. (j. H. Ii8.) GREAT Husbandman, at thy command. Saints sow^ed thy seed with liberal hand- And, mindful of thy heavenly call, Onward they went, forsaking all. 3 On through the sad and weary years They sow^ed the precious seed with tears, And stayed their hearts in faith sublime With prospects of the harvest time. 3 No longer saints in sorrow go, In tears and sadness forth to sow; ^53 Hymns of Dawft. For he who bade them sow and weep Hath called them now in joy to reap. 4 Now doth the joyful reaper come Bearing his sheaves in triumph home; The voice long saddened now doth sing, And loud their songs of triumph ring. ^ E'en here, on this side Jordan, stand The gathered sheaves from every land; And he that sowed, in joy doth reap, And harvest home together keep. 71, GUIDE ME. Zion. 8, 7, 4. (e. h. 156; j. h. 521 ; s. p. 814.) GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven. Feed me till I want no more. 3 Open now the crystal fountain. Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fieiy, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through. Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 As I near the time of trouble. Bid my faith in thee increase; While the thousands round are falling. Keep me, keep in perfect peace. Refuge ! Fortress ! Thou hast set thy love on me. 254 Hymns of DaWH, ^2. H^IL TO THE BRIGHTNESS. //, lO. (J. H. 577.) AIL to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- i. H ing' Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning ! Zion, in triumph, begins her glad reign. Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ! Hail to the millions from bondage returning ! Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. See, in the desert rich flowers are springing; Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song. See the dead risen from land and from ocean; Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion; Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. H 73. CHRIST'S GLORIOUS REIGN. Greenland'' s Icy Mountains. (J. H. 430; s. P. 779-) AIL to the Lord's Anointed, Jehovah's blessed Son ! Hail, in the time appointed. His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captives free. To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 255 Hymns of Dawn. He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight. To him let praise unceasing And daily vows ascend; His kingdom, still increasing, Shall be without an end: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; No; it shall stand forever, A pledo^e that God is love. *74. DIVINE WISDOM. Uxbridge. L.M. (s. P. 54; J. H. 43.) HAPPY the man who learns to trace The leadings of Jehovah's grace; By wisdom coming from above. He reads and learns that God is love. 3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise .f* Wisdom to silver v/e prefer. And gold is dross compared to her. 3 Her hands are filled with length of days, True riches and immortal praise; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths lead unto peace. 256 Hymns of Dawn. 4 Happy the man who wisdom gains; Thrice happy who his guest retains: He owns, and shall forever own, Wisdom and Christ are truly one. 75, JESUS REIGNS. I/anvelL S, 7, 7 He makes new scenes to rise; And every joy he sends me, comes A sweet and glad surprise. -Where he may lead, I'll follow; My trust in him repose; And every hour in perfect peace I'll sing, he knows, he knows, And every hour in perfect peace I'll sing, he knows, he knows. 2S6 Hymns of Daicn. One step I see before me — ' Tis all I need to see ; The light of heaven more brightly shines, When earth's illusions flee ; And sweetly, through the silence, comes His loving, "Follow me.'' O blissful lack of wisdom ! ' Tis blessed not to know ; He holds me with his own right hand And will not let me go. And lulls my troubled soul to rest In him who loves me so. So on I go, not knowing ; I would not if I might ; I'd rather walk in the dark with Goil Than go alone in the light ; I'd rather walk by faith with him Than go alone by sight. 111. ^^ REDEEMER LIVES. Retreat. L. M. (e. h. 198; G. H. 54; s. r. So.) I KNOW that my Redeemer lives ; What joy the blest assurance gives ! He lives, he lives, who once was dead ; He lives, my everlasting Head ! 2 He lives to bless me with his love ; He lives, who bought me with his blood 5 He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, my help in time of need. 287 Hymns of Dawn. 3 He lives, and grants me daily strength; Through him I soon shall conquer death; Then all his glories I'll declare, That all the world his life may share. I 11/2. ^LL WITH JESUS. (g. h. 90.) LEFT it all with Jesus Long ago; All my sins and weakness, And my w^oe. Human sins once slew him On the tree. I heard the spirit's whisper, 'Tis for thee; II : From my heart the burden Rolled aw^ay — Happy day ! : || I leave it all with Jesus, For he knows How to steal the bitter From life's woes; How to gild the tear-drop With his smile, Make the desert garden Bloom awhile; I : When my weakness leaneth. On his might, all seems light. :1| I leave it all with Jesus Day by day; Faith can firmly trust him, Come what may; 288 Iiym?is of Dawn. Hope has dropped her anchor, Found her rest In the cahn sure haven Of his breast. II : Love esteems it heaven To abide at his side.: !l 113, I LOVE THEE. P. M. (w. H, 97 ; J. H. 450.) I LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee, my Lord; I love thee, my Savior; I love thee, my God; I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know; But how much I love thee, I never can show\ 2 Lm happy, Lm happy, O wondrous account! My joys are triumphant, I stand on the mount ! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there. With Jesus my Savior and all saints to share. 3 O Jeens, my Savior, with thee I am blest ! My life and salvation, my joy, and my rest ! Thy name is my theme, and thy love is my song. Thy grace doth inspire both my heart and my tongue. 4 O! who's like my Savior? he's Salem's bright King; The sweet song of Moses he's given me to sing; I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with heart and wuth will. While his blessed work here my moments do fill. 289 (19) Hymns of Dawn. 114:, I LOVE THY WILL. Shirland. S. M. (J. H. 306; G. H, 211 ; S. p. 619.) LOVE thy will, O God ! Thy blessed, perfect will, In which this once rebellious heart Lies satisfied and still. I 2 I love thy will, O God ! It is my joy, my rest; It glorifies my common task, It makes each trial blest. 3 I love thy will, O God ! The sunshine or the rain. Some days are bright with praise, and some Sweet with accepted pain. 4 I love thy will, O God ! O hear my earnest plea. That as thy will is done in heaven. It mav be done in me. I 115. MEDITATION. Woodland. C. M. (j. h. 158; s. P. 366.) LOVE" to steal a while away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of closing day In humble, grateful prayer. I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 290 I Hymns of Dawn. 3 I love to think on mercies past. And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 1 love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes beyond ; The prospect doth my strength renew And hence my songs abound. 5 vSoon shall earth's days of toil be o'er, Its darkness passed away; Its storms and trials but prepare, And lead to endless day. I ,16. THE OLD, OLD STORY. (G. H. 39; s. p. 1275.) LOVE to tell the story Of gracious, heavenly love; How Jesus left his glory, That wondrous love to prove. I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else would do. Cho. — I love to tell the Story ! 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of gracious, heavenly love. 2 I love to tell the story ! More wonderful it seems Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. 291 Hymns of Dawn. 1 love to tell the story ! It did so much for me; And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee. I love to tell the story ! 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet, I love to tell the story, For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own holy Word. I love to tell the story ! For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it, like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old story That I have loved so long. IIT. I'M ^ PILGRIM. (G. H. 306; E. H. 263.) M a pilgrim and Fm a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I am going To where life's waters are ever flowing, r^^ Cho. — I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 292 Hym7is of Dawn. 2 There the sunbeams are ever shining, O ! my longing heart, my longing heart is there; Soon to this country, sin-dark and dreary, Will come the sunlight of heavenly glory. 3 Of that city to which I journey, My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light ; There is no sorrow^, nor any sighing, Nor any tears there, nor any dying. 118. ^^^ ^^^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^^^^■ Howard. C. M. (j. H. 205.) I'M not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his w^ord. The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus my Lord ! I know his name ; His name is all my trust ; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands. Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my humble name Before his Father's face, And in the New Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. 293 Hymns of Dawn. 110. I NEED THEE. (g. h. 3; e. h. I73-) NEED thee every hour, Most precious Lord ! No tender voice like thine Can peace afford. I Ref. — I need thee, O ! I need thee; Every hour I need thee*, O bless me now, my Savior ! I come to thee. 2 I need thee every hour; Stay thou near by; Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh. 3 I need thee every hour, In joy or pain; * With me dear Lord abide. Or life is vain. 4 I need thee every hour; Teach me thy will; And thy rich promises In me fulfill. 120. UNDER HIS WINGS. (w. H. 34.) N God I have found a retreat, Where I can securely abide; No refuge, no rest so complete, And here I intend to reside. 294 r Hymns of Dawn, Cho. — O ! what comfort it brings, My soul sweetly sings, I am safe from all danger While under his wings. 2 I dread not the terror by night; No arrow can harm me by day; His shadow has covered me quite, My fears he has driven away. 3 The pestilence walking about, When darkness has settled abroad. Can never compel me to doubt The presence and power of our Lord. 4 The wasting destruction at noon, No fearful foreboding can bring; VV^ith Jesus my soul doth commune, His perfect salvation I sing. 5 A thousand may fall at my side, Ten thousand at my right hand; Above me his wings are spread wide, Beneath them in safety I stand. 6 His truth is my buckler and shield. His love he hath set upon me ; His name in my heart he hath sealed; E'en now his salvation I see. 121. THE LORD WILL PROVIDE. (W. H. 59,G. H. 5.) IN some way or other the Lord will provide; It may not be my way, It may not be thy way; 295 Hymns of Dawn. And yet, in his own way, " The Lord will provide." Cho. — Then we'll trust in the Lord, And he will provide ; Yes, we'll trust in the Lord, And he will provide. 2 At some time or other the Lord will provide It may not be my time. It may not be thy time ; And yet in his own time, " The Lord will provide." 3 Despair then no longer; the Lord will provide; And this be the token — No word he has spoken. Was ever yet broken. " The Lord will provide." I 2_22, CHRIST, OUR PASSOVER. Berrien. C. M. (j. H, 190.) N memory of the Savior's love We keep this simple feast, Where every consecrated heart Is made a welcome guest. 3 By faith we take the bread of life Which this doth symbolize ; This cup in token of his blood, Our costly sacrifice. 3 This cup shall e'er recall the hour When thou did'st set us free ; 296 I/ymns of Jjawfi. Soon with new joy in kingdom power We'll drink it, Lord, with thee. 4 What rapturous joy shall then be ours, Forever, Lord, with thee ! Clothed with our resurrection powers, Thine endless praise shall be. 123. IN THE CROSS I GLORY. Rathbun. 8, 7. (G. H. 409; W. H. 105; E. H. 58.) IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time: All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy. Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of life is beaming Bright and clear upon my way. From the cross the radiance streaming Adds new lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 297 Hymns of Dawn. 124. THE RIFTED ROCK. (W. H. I4-) IN the rifted Rock I'm resting, Sure and safe from all alarm; Storms and billows have united, All in vain, to do me harm: In the rifted Rock I'm resting; Surf is dashing at my feet, Storm-clouds dark are o'er me hovering. Yet my rest is all complete. Cho. — In the rifted Rock I'm resting, Sure and safe from all alarm; Storms and billows have united, All in vain, to do me harm. 3 Many a stormy sea I've traversed, ^Nlany a tempest-shock have known; Have been driven, without anchor, On the barren shores and lone. But I now have found a haven Never moved by tempest-shock, Where my soul is safe forever, In the blessed rifted Rock. 1525. TRUST IN CHRIST. Diiane St. L. J/, d. (E. H. 174; S. P. 758.) INTO thy gracious hands I fall. And with the arms of faith embrace; O King of glory, hear my call; O raise me, heal me by thy grace. 298 Hymns of Dawn. Now righteous through thy grace I am; No condemnation now I dread; I taste sa-Ivation in thy name, Alive in thee^ my living Head. 2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take tliy flight from me away; Still with me let thy grace abide. That X from thee may never stray: Let thy word richly in me dwell, Thy peace and love my portion be; My joy to endure and do thy will, Till perfect I am found in thee. 3 Arm me with thy whole armor, Lord; Support my weakness with thy might; Gird on thy thigh thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening light. From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in thy strength shall I go on. Till I appear before thy face. And glory end what grace begun. 126. ^Y STRONG TOWER. (O. H. 171.) IN Zion's Rock abiding, My soul her triumph sings; In his pavilion hiding, I praise the King of kings. Cho. — My Strong Tower is he ! To him will I flee; In him confide, in him abide; My Strong Tower is he ! 299 Hymns of Dawn. 3 Wild waves are round me swelling, Dark clouds above I see; Yet, in my fortress dwelling, More safe I cannot be. 3 My tower of strength can never In time of trouble fail; No power of Satan ever Against it shall prevail. I 127. WAY-WORN PILGRIM. (G. H. 367.) SAW a way-worn traveler In tattered garments clad. Yet struggling up the mountain, His face would make you glad. His back was laden heavy, His strength was almost gone. He shouted as he journeyed, Deliverance Avill come. Cho. — Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear. 2 The summer sun was shining, The sweat was on his brow. His garments worn and dusty, His step seemed very slow; But he kept pressing onward. For he was wending home, vStill shouting as he journeyed, Deliverance will come. Hymns of Dawn. 2y The songsters in the arbor That stood beside the way Attracted his attention, Inviting his delay; His watchword still was "Onward!" Yet swifter did he run, Still shouting as he journeyed. Deliverance will come. 4 I saw him in the evening: The sun was bending low, He'd overtopped the mountain. And reached the vale below; He saw the golden city — His everlasting home — And shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance has come ! <^ I heard the song of triumph They sang upon that shore, vSaying, Jesus has redeemed us. From death forevermore; Then casting his eyes backward On the race which he had run, He shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance has come ! 128. PRINCE OF MY PEACE. (W. H. 69.) STAND all astonished with wonder, And gaze on the ocean of love; And over its waves to my spirit Comes peace, like a heavenly dove. I Hymns of Dawn. Clio. — The cross now covers my sins; The past is under the blood; I'm trusting in Jesus for all: My will is the will of my God. 2 I struggled and wrestled to win it, The blessing that setteth me free; But when I had ceased from my struggles, His peace Jesus gave unto me. 3 He laid his hand on me and healed me, And bade me be every whit whole; I touched but the hem of his garment, And glory came thrilling my soul. 4 The Prince of my peace is now present. The light of his face is on me; O listen! beloved, he speaketh: "My peace I will give unto thee." I 129. I'VE FOUND A FRIEND. (G. H. 224.) 'VE found a friend; O ! such a friend I He loved me ere I knew him; He drew me with the cords of love. And thus he bound me to him. And 'round my heart still closely twine Those ties which naught can sever, For I am his and he is mine, Forever and forever. Fve found a friend; O ! such a friend ! He gave his life to save me; And not alone the gift of life. But his own self he eave me. Hymns of Dawn. Naught that I have my own I call, I hold it for the Giver; My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are his, and his forever. I've found a friend; O ! such a friend ! So kind, and true, and tender. So wise a counselor and guide. So mighty a defender ! From him who now doth love me so, What power my soul can sever? Shall life or death, or any foe? No: I am his forever. 130 EARNEST WATCHFULNESS. Varina. C.M. (G. H. 67; S. P. 1403.) I WANT a principle within, Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near; I want the first approach to feel Of pride or fond desire; To catch the wandering of mv will. And quench the kindling fire. From thee that I no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve. The filial awe, the loving heart, The tender conscience give. Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make; Awake my soul when sin is nigh. And keep it still awake. Hymns of Dawn. If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove; And let thy goodness chase away All hindrance to thy love. O ! may the least omission pain My well-instructed soul, And send me to the blood again, Which makes and keeps me W'hole. 131. I WILL SING FOR JESUS. (E. H. 195.) I WILL sing for Jesus; With his blood he bought me; And all along my pilgrim way His loving hand has brought me. Cho. — O ! yes, I'll sing for Jesus, Yes, I'll tell the story Of him who did redeem us, The Lord of life and glory. 2 Can there overtake me Any dark disaster. While I sing for Jesus, My ever blessed Master? 3 I will sing for Jesus; His name alone prevailing Shall be my sweetest music, When heart and flesh are failing. 4 Still I'll sing for Jesus; O ! how will I adore him. Among the cloud of witnesses Who cast their crowns before him. 304 Hymns of Dawn. 13/2. ^Y REDEEMER. (g. h. 229.) I WILL sing of my Redeemer And his wond'rous love to me: On the cruel cross he suffered, From the curse to set me free. Cho. — Sing, O ! sing of my Redeemer; With his blood he purchased me; On the cross he sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. 2 I will tell the wondrous story, How% my lost estate to save, In his boundless love and mercy, He the ransom freely gave. ^ 3 I will praise my dear Redeemer, His triumphant power to save, How the victory he giveth Over sin and death and grave. 4 I will sing of my Redeemer, And my call to glory too; He from death to life hath brought me, Heavenly glory brought to view^ 133. HOME OF THE SOUL. (W. H. 58; G. H. 20.) I WILL sing you a song of that beautiful land Prepared by our Lord for his own, Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand For the years of eternity-home. 305 (20) Hymns of DaWtl. A 2 O ! that home of the soul I In my visions and dreams, Its bright jasper walls I can see, Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes « Between that fair city and me. 3 An unchangeable home is for you and for me, Where Jesus of Nazareth stands; The King of all kingdoms forever he'll be. And his saints will be crowned at his hands. 4 O ! how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, His songs on our lips, and his work in our hands, To meet one another again. 134. I ^Y CROSS HAVE TAKEN. Disciple. 8, 7. d. (w. H. 76; J. H. 508.) JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee; Weak and poor, despised, forsaken. Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known. Yet, how rich is my condition ! God and Christ are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me. They have left my Savior too; Former friends are wont to leave me, Thou art faithful, thou art true. 306 Hymns of Dawn. And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might, f'oes may hate, and friends may scorn me. Show thy face and all is bright. Man may trouble and distress me, This but drives ine nearer thee; Life with trials hard may press me, Soon my rest will sw^eeter be. O ! 'tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; 0 ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Go, then, earthly name and treasure; Come, reproach, and scorn and pain; In thy service pain is pleasure. With thy favor loss is gain. 1 have called thee, Abba, Father; I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl and clouds may gather; All must work for good to me. Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think how Jesus died to save thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 307 Hymns of Dawn. 135. NEAR THE CROSS. (G. H. 45; w. H 78.) 1ESUS, keep me near the cross; There a precious fountain, Free to all — a healing stream — Flows from Calvary's mountain. Cho. — In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. 2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and morningf star Shed its beams around me. 3 Near the cross Fll watch and wait, Hoping trusting ever. Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river. 136. ENTIRE DEVOTEDNESS TO GOD. Dennis. S. M. (G. H. 114; J. H. 293; E. H. 259.) JESUS, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care; With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On thee, almighty to create. Almighty to renew. 308 1 Hymns of Dawn. 3 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncin<^ will, That tramples down and casts behind, The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain. To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up, firm to sustain. The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye. That looks to thee when sin is near. And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared. And armed with jealous care; Forever standing on its guard. And watching unto prayer. I 137. JESUS, REFUGE OF MY SOUL. Martyii. y. (J. H. 374; W. H. 125 ; E. H. 202.) ESUS, refuge of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly. While the raging billows roll. While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Savior, hide. Till the storm of life is past ! Safe into the haven guide, O, receive me home at last ! Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, O, leave me not alone I Still support and comfort me; .309 Hymns of Dawn. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, All I need, in thee I find; Thou didst strengthen me when faint, Now my eyes no more are blind. Thou of life the fountain art; Rich supplies I find in thee, Springing up within my heart, Rising to eternity. A 138. JESUS SHALL REIGN. Duke Street. L. M. (E. H. 5; S. P. 76; J. H. 39.) ESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. ] From north to south mankind will meet. To pay their homage at his feet. While all the world shall own the Lord, And savage tribes attend his word. To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head. His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Shall praise his name with sweetest song, 310 Hymns of Dawn. And loud their voices shall proclaim Honor and blessings on his name. 130. THE SWEETEST NAME. Ortouville. C. M. (s. P. 355; J. H. 146; E. H. 68; w. h. 122.) JESUS, the very thought of thee Brings comfort, peace and rest; O ! how I long thy face to see, And be forever blest. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, The Savior of mankind. 3 O hope of every contrite heart, C) joy of all the meek. To those who ask, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek ! 4 But what to those who find? Ah I this, Nor tongue nor pen can show: The love of Jesus, what it is. None but his loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou. As thou our prize wilt be; In thee be all our glory now, And through eternity. 31X Hymns of Daimt. 140. ACCEPT OUR PRAISES, LORD. Welton. L. M. (s. P. 13.) JESUS, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept thy well-deserved renown ; We glory in thy kingly crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Grant a blest hour of joy and love, Communion like to that above. 3 The gladness of this happy day ! O, may its joys forever stay ! Let not our faith forsake its hold, Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold. 4 Let every moment, as it flies, Increase thy praise, enhance our joys, Till we are made to share thy name, As bride of God's anointed Lamb. 141. WY GLORIOUS DRESS. Federal Street. L. M. (s. P. 60.) JESUS, thy spotless righteousness My raiment is, my glorious dress; 'Midst heavenly hosts in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold may I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay.'' Fully absolved from sin I am, Through faith in thine all powerful name. 312 Hymns of Dawn, 3 Thou holy, meek, unspotted Lamb Who from the Father's bosom came; Who died for all mankind to atone, Now as my blessed Lord I own. 4 And now I see were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore. Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. 14.2, JESUS WEPT. Autumn. 8, 7. (s. P. 795 ; G. H. 420; E. H. 67.) 1ESUS wept in sorrow over One w^ho trusted in his name, Who, beneath death's sullen power, Fell a victiin 'mongst the slain. There his sympathy we see. In those tears at Bethany. 2 Through those tears he spoke sweet comfort To the hearts bereaved and sad — Shadowed forth his coming power — Yet to make the whole earth glad. Yes. his power too we see, In his work at Bethany. 3 There he bade all hearts look forward To his kingdom soon to come. Where with resurrection power He'd recall the dead ones home. O ! what glory thus we see In that type at Bethany. 3U Hymns of Dawn. When the pangs of sorrow seize us, When the waves of trouble roll, We may bring our cares to Jesus, Comfort of the weary soul. For his love and power we see. In his work at Bethany, 14:3» THE PLACE OF PRAYER. Retreat. L. M. (E. H. 198.) ESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy -seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found. And every place is hallowed ground. J 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Dost dwell with those of humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd, good, and wise, and true, Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our hearts thyself reveal, And let us each thy presence feel. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and lighten care; Here teach our hope and trust to rise; Reveal thy glory to our eyes. 3H Hymns of Dawn, 144. JOY TO THE WORLD. Antioch. C. 31. (J. H. 572; E. H. 50.) PART I. OY to the world ! the Lord is come ! Let saints rejoice and sing ! He comes to claim his virgin bride, Her triumph soon to bring. .F 2 Lift up your heads, ye fainting souls ! The signs long promised read. Messiah's chariot onward rolls; He soon the world will lead. 3 Joy to the world ! the Lord shall reign ! Let men their songs employ; \Vhile field and wood, and hill and plain, Repeat the sounding joy. 4 He'll rule the world with truth and grace; The nations all shall prove The blessings of his righteousness. And wonders of his love. 5 Glad tidings of great joy to all ! Through thi-s blest gospel flow; A sweet relief from every ill. And rest from all our woe. 6 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! O earth, receive thy King ! Let every heart prepare him room, And grateful tribute bring. Hymns of Dawn. PART II. 7 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! Angels and men rejoice ! The jubilee will soon begin; Praise God with heart and voice \ 8 All nature's voices loud proclaim The praises of our King ! Ye winds and floods and thunders loud, Ye may your tributes bring. 9 Thou shining sun, thou smiling flower, Ye waving fields of grain, Thou murm'ring zephyr, streamlet's song, Bring in the minor strain. 10 And everything in which is breath May lift a tuneful song; The woods may clap their giant hands, And roll his praise along. 11 Thus may the orchestral chorus ring O'er mountain, hill and plain. And melodies of earth and heav'n Join in the glad refrain. 12 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! Let praise all tongues employ; In loftiest, sweetest harmony. Express your heart-felt joy. 3'6 Hymns of Dawn. 145, KEEP ME, LORD. Dennis. S. A/. (G. H 114; J. H. 293 ; E. H. 259.) '^EEP thou my way, O Lord; t V Myself I cannot guide; Nor dare I trust my falt'ring steps One moment from thy side. I 2 I cannot live aright, Save as Fm close to thee ; My heart would fail without thine aid; Choose thou my w^ay for me. 3 For every joy of faith, And every high design — For all of good my soul can know, The glory. Lord, be thine. 4 Free grace my pardon seals. Through the atoning blood ; Free grace the full assurance brings Of peace with thee, my God. 5 O ! speak, and I will hear; Command and I obey; My willing feet with joy shall haste To run thy righteous way. 6 Keep thou my vvand'ring heart. And bid it cease to roam; O ! bear me safe through earthly strife. To Paradise, my home. 317 Hymns of Dawft. 146. CHRIST, OUR LIFE. U'ilmot. 8, 7. (s. P. 1287; G. H. 422; J. H. 387.) ABORING and heavy laden, Wanting help in time of need, Fainting by the way from hunger, "Bread of life," on thee we feed. l 2 Thirsting for the springs of waters That, by love's eternal law, From the stricken rock are flowing, "Well of life," from thee we draw 3 In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eve can see, Light to those who sit in darkness, "Light of life," we walk in thee. 4 Thou the grace of life supplying, Thou the crown of life wilt give; Dead to sin, and daily dying, Life of life, in thee we live. L' 147. LET EARTH AND HEAVEN AGREE. Lisiher. H. M. (s. r. ioi8.) ET earth and heaven agree. Angels and men be joined. To celebrate with me The Savior of mankind; To adore the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesus' name. 318 Hymns of DaWH. 1 Jesus ! transporting sound ! The joy of earth and heaven ! No other help is found, No other name is given, By which we can salvation have; For Jesus came the world to sa\e. 3 O ! for a trumpet voice, On all the world to call ! To bid their hearts rejoice In him w^ho died for all ! For all my Lord was crucified; For all the world my Savior died. 148. THE GOSPEL FEAST, Howard. C. M. (j. H. 205.) LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Eternal wisdom hath prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids our longing appetites The rich provision taste. 3 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, Why pine away and die ? Here you may quench your longing thirst From springs that never dry. 4 Abundant grace and blessings here In rich profusion join; Salvation in full ineasure flows Like floods of milk and wine. 319 Hymns of Dawn, 5 The gates divine of heav'nly grace Are open to our prayers; And when we come to seek supplies, God grants us our desires. 149. HID WITH CHRIST. Berrien, C. M. (j. h. 190.) LET us rejoice in Christ the Lord, Who claims us for his own; The hope that's built upon his word, Can ne'er be overthrown. 2 Though many foes beset us 'round, And feeble is our arm. Our life is hid with Christ in God Beyond the reach of harm, 3 Though now he's unperceived by sense. Faith sees him always near — A guide, a glory, a defence, To save from every fear. 4 As surely as he overcame. And conquered death and sin, So surely those who trust his name May all his triumph win. 150* GROWTH IN GRACE. Woodland. C. M. (S. P. 366; J. H. 158.) LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me; Once I admired its trifles too, But grace hath set me free. 320 Hymns of Daivn. 2 Its pleasures can no longer please, Nor happiness afford; Far from my thoughts be joys like these, vSince I have found the Lord. 3 As by the light of opening day The stars are all concealed, So earthly pleasures fade away When Jesus is revealed. 4 Creatures no more divide my choice; I bid them all depart; His name, his love, his gracious voice, Have fixed mv roving^ heart. 151. ARISE AND SHINE. (g. h. 198.) P T IFT up, lift up thy voice with singing, A> O earth, with strength lift up thy voice! God's kingdom to the earth is coming. The King is at thy gates — rejoice ! Cho. — Arise and shine in youth eternal; Thy light is come, thy King appears ! Beyond this century's swinging portal, Breaks the new dawn — the thousand years ! 2 And while the earth with strife is riven, And envious factions truth do hide, Lo ! he, the Lord of earth and heaven. Stands at the door and claims his bride. 321 (21) Hymns of Dawn. 3 Lift up thy gates ! bring forth oblations ! The Lord of earth his message sends; His Word, a sword, will smite the nations; His name, the Christ, the King of kings. 4 He's come ! let all the earth adore him; The path his human nature trod vSpreads to a royal realm before him, The Life of life, the Word of God! 152. ^ THOUSAND YEARS. IIFT up your heads, desponding pilgrims; ■^ Give to the winds your needless fears; He w^ho hath died on Calvary's mountain. Soon is to reign a thousand years. Cho. — A thousand years ! earth's coming glory ! 'Tis the glad day so long foretold; 'Tis the bright morn of Zion's glory, Prophets foresaw in times of old. 2 Tell the whole w^orld these blessed tidings; Speak of the time of rest that nears; Tell the oppressed of every nation, Jubilee lasts a thousand years. 3 What if the clouds do for a moment Hide the blue sky where morn appears? Soon the glad sun of promise given Rises to shine a thousand years. 4 Haste ye along, ages of glory; Haste the glad time w^hen Christ appears. O ! that I may be one found worthy To reign with him a thousand years. 322 Hymns of Dawn. 153. LIfT UP YOUR HEADS. Welton. L.M. (s. p. i^ LIFT up your heads, ye mighty gates ! Behold ! the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Savior of the world is here. 2 The Lord is just, a helper tried; Mercy is ever at his side. His kingly crown is holiness. His scepter one of righteousness. 3 O ! blessed they, and greatly blest, Where Christ is ruler and confessed ! O happy hearts and happy homes, To whom this King of triumph comes ! 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy. 5 Redeemer, come ! I open wide My heart to thee: here. Lord, abide ! Let me thy constant presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal. 6 O ! come, my Sovereign, enter in; Yet more thy nobler life begin; Thy w^ord and spirit guide us on, Until the glorious crown be won ! 323 Hyjuns of Datvn. 154:. LIGHT OF THE WORLD. Warwick. C. M. (j. H. 202; s. p. 678; G. H. 213.) IGHT of the world, shine on our souls; Thy grace to us aftbrcl; And while we meet to learn thy truth, Be thou our teacher, Lord. V 2 As once thou didst thy word expound To those who walked with thee, So teach us, Lord, to understand. And its hlest fulness see — 3 Its richness, sweetness, power and depth, Its holiness discern; Its joyful news of saving grace By blest experience learn. 4 Help us each other to assist; Thy spirit now impart; Keep humble, but with love inspire To thee and thine, each heart. 5 Thus may thy Word be dearer still, And studied more each day; And as it richly dwells within, Thyself in it display. 155 HALLELUJAH. (W. H. 94.) LIKE the sound of many waters Rolling on through ages long, In a tide of rapture breaking — Hark ! the mighty choral song Hymns of Dawrt. Cho. — Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Let the heavenly portals ring ! Christ has come, the King of glory ! Christ the Lord, Messiah, King. 3 Lo ! the Morning Star appeareth; O'er the world his beams are cast; He the Alpha and Omega, He, the Great, the First, the Last. 3 Savior, not with costly treasure Do we gather at thy throne; All we have, our hearts, we give thee- Consecrate them thine alone. \ 156. Ff^O^ DARKNESS TO LIGHT. Harisjell. 8, g. (G. H. 227 ; S. P. 1068 ; J. H . 496.) LONG in bondage we have w^aited For the dawning of the light; Error's chains we've felt and hated Through the long and weary night. Now the blessed light appearing Fills our hearts with joy and peace. Doubt and fear for aye dispelling: O ! what rest in this release ! 3 Lord, we recognize its fountain. In thy long-looked-for return, In thy glory-crowned mountain. How our hearts within us burn ! Lo, in all the clear fulfilling Of old prophecy and type, Hymns of Dawn. Now we see thy kingdom coming; For the time is fully ripe. 3 O ! we long to see thy glory Streaming wide o'er all the earth; Every error, old and hoary, Flee to realms that gave them birth. For this glorious culmination. Not for long shall Zion wait: Soon will come her coronation; Lo, her King is at the gate. 4 Bride and Bridegroom, then appearing, Shall illuminate earth's gloom; And the nations will be shouting, Lo ! our King ! make room, make room. O ! the times of glad refreshing Soon shall bring a sweet release, Through the glorious reign of blessing, Through the mighty Prince of Peace. 157. HAIL THE KING. (g. h. 262.) LOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the "' Man of sorrows " now ; Conqueror, he's crowned victorious; Every knee to him shall bow. Cho. — Hail him ! hail him ! angels, hail him I Hail the Savior, King of kings ! Hail him ! hail him ! nations, hail him ! Hail the Savior, King of kings. 326 Hymns of Dawn. 2 Hail the Savior ! angels, hail him ! Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power crown him, \Vhile the vault of heaven rings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, ]Mocking thus the vSavior's claim: Saints and angels throng around him, Own his title, praise his name. 4 Hark I the burst of acclamation ! Hark I these loud triumphant chords Jesus takes the highest station; O ! what joy the sight affords ! U 158t DEPART IN PEACE. Sunny side. S, 7. (J. H. 441 •) ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Bid us now depart in peace; vStill on heavenly manna feeding. Let our faith and love increase. Fill each soul with consolation; Up to thee our hearts we raise: When we reach our blissful station, We will render nobler praise. 159. LORD, GO WHH US. Z/ivi. S, 7, 4. (E. H. 156; S. p. 814; J. H. 521.) LORD, dismiss us with thv blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 327 IIyf?ms of Dawn. Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace. O ! refresh us. Traveling through this wilderness. Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May thy presence With us evermore be found. 160. ENTIRELY THINE. Uxbridgc. L. M. (s. p. 54; J. H. 20; E. H. 91.) ORD, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood of thine; With full consent thine I would be. And own thy sovereign right in me. u 2 Thine would I live, thine would I die. Be thine through all eternity: The vow is past beyond repeal, And now I set the solemn seal. 3 Here, at the cross where flows the blood That bought my dying soul for God, Thee, my dear Master now I call. And consecrate to thee my all. 4 Do thou assist thy feeble one The great engagement to perform; Thy grace can full assistance lend, And on that grace I dare depend. 328 I Hymns of Dawn. 161. I DELIGHT IN THEE. Shir land. S. M. (S. P. 619; G. II. 211 ; J. H. 306.) T ORD, I delight in thee, -Lv And on thy care depend; To thee in everv trouble flee, ^ly best, my truest Friend. 2 When nature's streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; With this will I be satisfied, And glory in thy name. 3 Who makes my life secure, Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor What can I want beside 4 I cast my care on thee I I triumph and adore: Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more. 162. THE HOUR OF PRAYER. Horton. (s. p. 1113.) LORD, no hour is half so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star. As that which calls me to thy feet. The ever blessed hour of prayer. 2 Blest that tranquil hour of morn, Blest that solemn hour of eve, 3-9 Hymns of Dauni. When, on wings of prayer upborne, Cumb'ring cares of earth 1 leave. 3 Then my strength b}' thee renewed, And transgressions all forgiv'n; Thou dost cheer my solitude With the peace and joy of heav'n. 4 Words can't tell what sweet relief For my wants I here do find — Strength for warfare, balm for grief, Joy and hope and peace of mind. 5 Hushed is doubt, and every fear; And I seem in heav'n to stay; E'en the penitential tear A\'ith softest touch is wiped away. 6 Till I reach that blissful shore. This my privilege shall be, Here my soul to thus outpour, Simply, fervently to thee. 163. FRIEND OF THE FRIENDLESS. ]VanL L. M. (s. r. 47; J. H. 38.) T ORD of mv life, to thee I call; iv Afflicted,^ at thy feet I fall; When the great trouble-floods prevail, Leave not mv trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint. Where should I lodge my deep complaint .f* Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor.? Hxmns of Daivn. 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the promise still remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain? 4 Poor though I be, despised, forgot. Yet Christ, my Lord, forgets me not; His promises I daily plead. And he supplies my every need. 164 HEAR THE CALL. (G. H. 149.) 10 ! the day of God is breaking; -^ See the gleaming from afar ! Sons of earth from slumber waking. Hail the bright and Morning Star. Cho. — Hear the call ! O gird your armor on, Grasp the Spirit's mighty sword; Take the helmet of salvation. Pressing on to battle for the Lord ! 2 Trust in him who is your Captain; Let no heart in terror quail; Jesus leads the gath'ring legion. In his name we shall prevail. 3 Onward marching, firm and steady, Faint not, fear not Satan's frown, For the Lord is with you always. Till you wear the victor's crown. 4 Conq'ring bands with banners waving. Pressing on o'er hill and plain, 331 Hymns of Dawn. Ne'er shall halt till swells the anthem, " Christ o'er all the earth doth reign !" 165. LOVE DIVINE. Greenville. 8, 7. (j. H. 475; E. H. 96; s. p. 801.) LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Thou hast made with us thy dwelling, Love doth all thy favors crown. Father, thou art all compassion; Pure unbounded love thou art; Thou hast brought to us salvation; Thee we love with all our heart. 2 O Almighty to deliver ! Let us more thy life receive; Dwell in us, and never, never, Never more thy temples leave; Thee we would be always pleasing. Love thee as thy hosts above, Serve and praise thee without ceasing, Witnessing to thy great love. 3 Finish, Lord, thy new creation; Pure and spotless let us be; Show us all thy great salvation— Thine shall all the glory be. Changed from glory into glory, Till we see thine own dear face; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise. 33^ u Hymns of Dawn. 166. LOVE OF JESUS. (W. H. 92.) OVE of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine; Ceaseless struggling after life, AV^eary with the endless strife, Blessed Savior, lend thine aid; Lift thou up my fainting head ! Lead me to my long-sought rest, Never more by cares opprest. Thou alone my trust shall be, Thou alone canst comfort me; Only, Jesus, let thy grace Be my shield and hiding-place; Let me know thy saving power In temptation's fiercest hour; Then, my Savior, at thy side Let me evermore abide. Thou hast wrought this fond desire. And thou dost w4th hope inspire; Thou dost wean from all below; Thee, and thee alone to know. Thou, who hast inspired the cry. Thou alone canst satisfy; Love of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine. 167, HE IS ALTOGETHER LOVELY. Orto7ivilk. C. M. (j. H. 146; s. p. 355; E. H. 68; w. h. 122. ) A/TAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned ^^ Upon the Savior's brow; Zll Hymns of Daivn. His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace overflow. 2 None other could with him compare Among the sons of men; He's fairer too than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw men plunged in deep distress, And flew to their relief; For us he bore the shameful cross, And carried all our grief. 4 God's promises, exceeding great, He makes to us secure; Yea, on this rock our faith may rest, Immovable, secure. 5 O ! the rich depths of love divine, Of grace a boundless store ! Dear Savior, since I'm owned as thine, I cannot wish for more. 168. ^HAT A SAVIOR. ( G. H. 140. ) AN of sorrow^s!" what a name For the son of God who came. Ruined sinners to reclaim ! Hallelujah! what a Savior ! "M-' Bearing shame and scoffing rude. In my place condemned he stood; Sealed my pardon with his blood; Hallelujah! what a vSavior ! 334 I Hymns of Dawn. 3 Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; Spotless Lamb of God was he. "Full atonement!" can it be? Hallelujah! what a Savior ! 4 Lifted up was he to die, "It is finished," w^as his cry. Now in heaven exalted high, Hallelujah ! what a Savior ! 5 When he comes, our glorious King, All his ransomed home to bring, Then anew this song ^ve'll sing: Hallelujah ! what a Savior ! M 169. RESURRECTION MORN. (G. H. 184.) ANY sleep, but not forever; There will be a glorious dawn: We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn. From the deepest caves of ocean, From the desert and the plain. From the valley and the mountain. Countless throngs shall rise again. Cho. — Many sleep, but not forever; There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part, no, never. On the resurrection morn. 3 When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom. How our aching hearts despair ! 335 Hymns of Dawn. Round its little grave we linger Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished With the flow'r we cherished so. Yes, they sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave; Blessed promise! they shall waken; Jesus died the lost to save. In the dawning of the morning. When this troubled night is o'er, All these buds in beauty blooming, Well rejoice to see once more. 170. GLORY MY HOME. Siveet Hojiic. 1 1. (s. p. 1501; J. II. 45S.) '1\ TID scenes of confusion and creature com- ^'J- plaints. How sweet to my soul is communion with saints ! To know at the banquet of blessing there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home ! Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace; And thrice precious Jesus, vs^hose love cannot cease; Though having thy presence wherever I roam, I long to behold thee, in glory, at home ! Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. 336 Hymns of Dawn. 3 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O ! give me submission and strength as my day. In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. 171. OUR KING IS MARCHING ON. TNE eyes can see the glory of the presence of the Lord; He is trampling out the winepress where his grapes of wrath are stored; I see the flaming tempest of his swift descend- ing sword; Our King is marching on. Chx). — Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, etc. 2 1 can see his coming judgments, as they circle all the earth. The signs and groanings promised, to precede a second birth; I read his righteous sentence, in the crumbling thrones of earth: Our King is marching on. 3 The "Gentile Times" are closing, for their kings have had their day; And with them sin and sorrow will forever pass away; For the tribe of Judah's Lion now comes to hold the sway: Our King is marching on. Zll (22) Hymns of DaWH. 4 The seventh trump is sounding, and our King knows no defeat. He will sift out the hearts of men before his judgment seat. O ! be swift, my soul, to welcome him, be jubi- lant, my feet: Our King is marching on. 17/2. WORE LOVE TO THEE. (E. H. 148; G. H. 136; W. H. 7.) A /[ORE love to thee, O Christ! iVl More love to thee ! Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee. This is my earnest plea : More love, O Christ, to thee ! More love to thee ! More love to thee ! 2 Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek; Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee ! More love to thee ! More love to thee ! 3 Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are thy messengers, Sweet their refrain. Hy7ntis of Dawfi. When thev can sing with me, Tvlore love, O Christ, to thee ! More love to thee ! More love to thee ! Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise; This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee ! More love to thee ! More love to thee ! M' 173. AT THE CROSS THERE'S ROOM. (W. H. lO.) OURNER, wheresoever thou art, At the cross there's room. Tell the burden of thy heart; At the cross there's room. Tell it in thy Savior's ear, Cast away thine every fear. Only speak and he will hear; At the cross there's room ! Haste thee, wanderer, tarry not; At the cross there's room. Seek that consecrated spot; At the cross there's room. Heavy laden, sore oppressed. Love can soothe thy troubled breast; In the Savior find thy rest; At the cross there's room ! 339 Hymns of Daivn. Blessed thought ! for every one At the cross there's room. Love's atoning work is done; At the cross there's room. Streams of boundless mercy flow^, Free to all who thither go; O ! that all the world might know At the cross there's room ! ^1 174. f^^TH LOOKS TO THEE. A'^ew Haven. (e. H. 86; G. H. 117.) Y faith looks up to thee, IVi Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O ! let me from this day Be wholly thine. May thy rich grace impart vStrength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, O ! may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be- A living fire. While life's dark maze I tread. And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day; 340 Hymns of Dawn, Wipe sorrow's tears away; Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior, heav'nly dove, Fear and distress remove; Bear me on wings of love, A ransomed soul. M 175. THINE THE GLORY. Revive Us Again. (G. H. 25; W. H. 57.) Y God, I have found The thrice blessed ground. Where life and where joy and true comfort abound. Cho. — Hallelujah ! Thine the glory I Hallelujah ! Amen I Hallelujah ! Soon in glory ! We'll praise thee again. 2 'Tis found in the blood Of him who once stood My refuge and safety, my surety with God. 3 He bore on the tree The sentence for me, And now both the surety and sinner are free. 4 And though here so low 'Mid sorrow and woe, How^ blessed this hope of the gospel to know I 341 Hymns of Daivn. 5 And this we shall find — For such is his mind — This gospel will open the eyes of the blind. 176, MY SATISFYING PORTION. St. Martins. C. M. (E. H. 85; J. H. 136.) Y God, the spring of all my joys, The source of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! M 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, And all thy promises combine My longing soul to bless. 4 My soul would keep the narrow way In footprints of my Lord, And run with joy the shining path. Directed by thy Word. 177, I DELIGHT TO DO THY WILL. Rockinghafn. L. M. (G. H. 103; S. P. 29; J. H. 44; E. H. 151.) gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay. And call it my supreme delight To hear thy dictates, and obey. 342 M^ Hymns of Daiun. 2 What is my being but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end: 'Tis my delight thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3 I would not sigh for worldly joy. Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Savior I would live, To him who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 5 His work shall future ages bless, When present evils are no more; And all the world shall then confess His wondrous love, his saving power. 178. THE SOLID ROCK. (w. H. lOO; G. H. 162.) ^/f Y hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame. But wholly lean on Jesus' name. Cho. — On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness seems to vail his face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale. My anchor holds within the vail. 343 HyiHJis of Dawn. His oath, his cov'nant and his blood Support me in the 'whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He, then, is all my hope and stay. 179. ENDLESS SONG. (\V. H. 22.) MY life flow^s on in endless song; Above earth's lamentation, I catch the sw^eet, not far-off hymn. That hails a New Creation. Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing; It finds an echo in my soul — How can I keep from singing ? 2 What though my joys and comfort die ! The Lord my Savior liveth; What though the darkness gather round ! vSongs in the night he giveth. No storm can shake my inmost calm, While to that refuge clinging; Since Christ is Lord of heav'n.and earth. How can I keep from singing } 3 I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin; I see the blue above it; And day by day this pathway smooths, Since first I learned to love it. The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, A fountain ever springing; All things are mine since I am his — How can I keep from singing.^ 344 I Hymns of Dawn. 180. ^EST WITH GOD. Sessions. L. M. (S. p. 98; G. H. 215; W. H. 120.) MY Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spent ! Where'er I dwell, I dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 2 To me remains nor place nor time; My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since thou art there. 3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 4 Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. M 181, MY ALMIGHTY FRIEND. St. Martins. C. 31. (e. H. 85 ; T. H. 136.) Y Father, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end? — The numbers of thy grace. 2 I trust in thy eternal word; Thy goodness I adore: O ! give me grace through Christ, my Lord, That I may serve thee more. 345 Hymns of Dawn. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And tread, with courage, in thy strength, The narrow way to God. 4 Awake ! awake I my tuneful powers, With this delightful song; And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. \\ 182, MY SONG. (G. H. 142.) Y song shall be of Jesus, His mercy crowns my days: He fills my cup with blessings, And tunes my heart to praise. My song shall be of Jesus, The precious Lamb of God, Who gave himself, my ransom, Who bought me with his blooc 2 My song shall be of Jesus, When, sitting at his feet, I call to mind his goodness In meditation sweet. My song shall be of Jesus, Whatever ill betide; ril sing the grace that saves me And keeps me at his side. 3 My song shall be of Jesus While pressing on my way To reach the blissful region Of pure and endless day. 346 Hymns of Daivn. And when my soul shall enter The gate of Eden fair, A song of praise to Jesus ril sing forever there. M 183. WATCHFULNESS. Laban. S. M, (g. H. 112; S. P. l66; J. H. 304.) Y soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the prize. 2 O ! watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor once at ease sit down; Thine arduous work will not be done, Till thou hast gained thy crown. 184. COURAGE 1 FAINTING SOUL. SJiirland. S. M, (S. r. 619; G. H. 211 ; J. H. 306.) MY soul, weigh not thy life Against thy heavenly crown; Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife To beat thy courage down. 3 With prayer and crying strong, Hold on the fearful fight. And let the breaking day prolong The wrestling of the night. 347 Hymns of Dawn. 3 The battle soon will yield If thou thy part fulfil; For strong as is the hostile shield, Thy sword is stronger still. 4 Thine armor is divine, Thy feet with promise shod; And on thy head, ere long, shall shine The diadem of God. 185, PRAISE THE LORD. Duke St. L. M. (s. p. 76 ; E. H. 5 ; j. H. 39.) MY soul, with humble fervor raise To God the voice of grateful praise, And all thy ransomed powers combine, To bless his attributes divine. 2 Deep on my heart let memory trace His acts of mercy and of grace, Who, with a Father's tender care, vSaved me when sinking in despair. 3 He led my longing soul to prove _ _ The joy of his forgiving love. And when I did his grace request He led my weary feet to rest. 186. ALL IN THY HAND. St. Thomas. S. M. (j. H. 274; S. p. 527 ; E. H. 241 ; G. H. 32O.) MY times are in thy hand:" My God, I wish them there; My life, my friends, my soul I leave Entirely to thy care. 348 » Hymns of Dawn. "My times are in thy hand," Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee. "My times are in thy hand;" Why should I doubt or fear? My Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. N- 187. JESUS PAID IT ALL. {W. H. 40.) AUGHT of merit or of price Remains to justice due; Jesus died, and paid it all — Yes, all that I did owe. Cho. — Jesus paid it all. All the debt I owed; Jesus died and paid it all, Yes, all the debt I owed. 2 When he from his lofty throne Stooped down to do and die, Every thing was fully done; " 'Tis finished !" was his cry. 3 Weary not, O toiling one, Whate'erthy conflict be; W^ork for him with cheerful heart, Who suflfered all for thee. 4 Bring a willing sacrifice. Thy soul, to Jesus' feet; Stand in him, in him alone. All glorious and complete. . 349 Hymns of Dawn. 188, NEARER TO THEE. Bet/iafiy. 6, 4. (J. H. 425; E. H. 147; ^- P- 1223.) NEARER, iny God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me. Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer, my God, to thee! Nearer to thee ! 2 Though like a wanderer, Daylight all gone, Darkness comes over me. My rest a stone, Yet even here I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee! Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 3 Bright doth thy truth appear Shining from heaven ; This light thou sendest me. In mercy given, Ever to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer to thee I 4 Lord, I would scale the height, Nearer to be; My soul would wing its flight Qinckly to thee. -350 Hynifis of Dawn. O ! may each day bear me Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 189. ^EST IN CHRIST. Ninoard. C. M. (J. H. 205.) N TO longer far from rest I roam, i^i And search in vain for bliss; My soul is satisfied at home; The Lord my portion is. 2 His Word of promise is my food; His Spirit is my guide; Thus daily is my strength renewed; My wants, too, are supplied. 3 For him I count as gain each loss; Disgrace, for him, renown; Well may I glory in his cross, While he prepares my crown. lOO* THE PRECIOUS BLOOD. Boy 1st on. S. 31. (W. H. 123; G. H. 113; E. H. 114; J. H. 266.) JOT all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace. Or wash away the stain. 351 N Hymns of Dawn. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My soul looks back to see The burden he did bear, While pouring out his life for me; And sees her ransom there. 191. NOT MY OWN. (G. H. 342.) NOT my own," but saved by Jesus, Who redeemed me by his blood, Gladly I accept the message; I belong to Christ, the Lord. Cho. — " Not my own !" O, " not my owm !' Jesus, I belong to thee ! All I have and all I hope for, Thine for all eternity. 2 "Not my own!" to Christ, my Savior, I, believing, trust my soul; Everything to him committed. While eternal ages roll. 3 "Not my own !" my time, my talent, Freely all to Christ I bring, To be used in joyful service For the glory of my King. 352 Hymns of Dawn. 192« DEAD TO THE WORLD. Dennis. S. M. (G. H. 114; s. P. 542; J. H. 293; K. H. 259.) NOT to ourselves again, Not to the flesh we live; Not to the world henceforth shall we Our strength, our being give. 2 The time past of our lives, Sufficeth to have wrought The fleshly will, which only ill Has to us ever brought. 3 No truce with vanity. Or this world's idle show; Lust of the flesh and eye, or pride Of life, we shall not know. 4 Dead to the world, and all Its gayety and pride; To its vain pomp and glory be Forever crucified. 5 When he who is our life Appears, to take the throne, We, too, shall be revealed, and shine In glory like his own. 6 Shine as the sun shall we In the bright kingdom then; Our sky without a single cloud, Ourselves without a stain. 353 (23) Hymns of Dawn. Like him we then shall be Transformed and glorified; For we shall see him as he is, And in his light abide. 193t HEAVENLY ASPIRATIONS. Retreat. L. M. (E. H 198.) NOW let our souls on wings sublime Rise from the trivial cares of time, Draw back the parting vail, and see The glories of eternity. 2 The joys of time, of little worth. Should not confine our thoughts to earth; Why grasp at transitory toys. So near to heaven's eternal joys? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road. The narrow way that leads to God? Or can we love earth's ties so well. As not to long with God to dwell? 4 Lord, we w^ould grasp the joys divine, Find present joy in works of thine, And press along the narrow way That leads to realms of endless day. 194. MIGHTY LOVE. (G. H. 46; W. H. 24.) 0 BLISS of the purified ! bliss of the free ! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me; 354 Hymns of Dawn. O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand. Clio. — O ! sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love. Sing of his mighty love ! — Mighty to save. 2 O bliss of the purified ! Jesus is mine; No longer in dread condemnation I pine; In conscious salvation, I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the light of his face. 3 O bliss of the purified ! bliss of the pure ! No wound hath the soul that his blood can- not cure; No sorrow -bow^ed head but may sweetly find rest. And be in his presence forevermore blest. 4 O Jesus, the crucified ! thee will I sing, My blessed Redeemer, my God and my King ! My soul filled with rapture shall shout o'er the grave. And triumph o'er death in the " Mighty to save." 195« CHRIST'S MATCHLESS WORTH. Arid. C. P. M. (E. H. 167; s. P. 868; J. H. 332.) COULD we speak the matchless worth, O, could we sound the glories forth ! Which in our Savior shine, We'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, 355 0 Hymns of Dawn. And harmonize all earthly things, In strains of praise sublime. 2 The music of the spheres should tell How he created all things well, Which grace divine had planned; And every radiant human face Should speak of his redeeming grace, At love's inspired command. 3 In him how grace and glory meet. In matchless beauty, fair and sweet, Should then to all be shown; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise We would to everlasting days ]\Iake all his glories known. 4 O ! the delightful day wull come. When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home, And w^e shall see his face. Then, with our Savior, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity we'll spend, Triumphant through his grace. 196. WALKING WITH GOD. St. Martin's. C. M. (J. H. 136 ; E. H. 85.) FOR a closer walk w^ith God, To glorify his name. To let my light shine on the road That leads men to the Lamb ! 0 2 The dearest object I have known, Whate'er that object be, 356 Hymns of Dawn. I want to banish from thy throne, And worship only thee. Lord, give me grace to walk wuth thee Through pain, or loss, or shame, That every act may henceforth be An honor to thy name. 0 197. VICTORIOUS FAITH. Evan. C. M. (G. H. 107; E. H. 43-) FOR a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by every foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe; That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod. But in the hour of grief or pain. Will lean upon its God; A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt; That bears unmoved the world's dread frown, Nor heeds its scornful smile; That seas of trouble cannot drown, Nor Satan's arts beguile; A faith that keeps the narrow way. Till life's last hour is fled, And with a pure and steady ray Illumes a dying bed. 357 Hymns of Dawn. Lord, lead me to a faith like this, Through trial though it be; For O ! the rest of faith is bliss, The bliss of rest in thee. 0 198t MOI^E LIKENESS TO THEE. Howard. C. M. (j. H. 205.) FOR a heart more like my God, From imperfection free; A heart comformed unto thy Word, And pleasing, Lord, to thee; 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek. My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Wherejesus reigns alone; 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him who dwells within; 4 A heart in every thought renewed. And full of love divine, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy. Lord, of thine. 1 99, 0 FOR ^ THOUSAND TONGUES! St. Martins. C. M. (J. H. I36;E. H. 85.) FOR a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise. The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace ! 358 0 I Hymns of Dawn. 2 Jesus ! the name that soothes our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 3 He breaks the power of reigning sin, And sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. 4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice, New" life the dead receive; The broken, contrite hearts rejoice; The humble poor believe. 0' 200. ONWARD. Hendon. (e. h. 9; g. H.425.) |FT in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go: Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life. Onward, Christians, onward go, Join the war and face the foe: Will ye flee in danger's hour? Know ye not your Captain's power? Let your drooping hearts be glad; March, in heavenly armor clad: Fight, nor think the battle long. Victory soon shall be your song. Onward, then, in battle move, More than conquerors ye shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe. Christian soldiers, onward go. 359 0 Hymns of Dawn. 201. 0 GLORIOUS HOPE. Ariel. C. F. M. (S. p. 868; J. H. 332; E. H. 167.) GLORIOUS hope of heavenly love ! It lifts me up to things above; It bears on eagle wings; It gives my joyful soul a taste, And makes me, even here, to feast With Jesus' priests and kings. Rejoicing now in earnest hope, I stand, and from the mountain top See all the land below: Rivers of milk and honey rise. And all the fruits of Paradise In endless plenty grow. O that I might at once go up ! No more on this side Jordan stop. But now the land possess ! There dwells the Lord, our righteousness, He'll keep his own in perfect peace And everlasting rest. 20/2. OUR GRATEFUL SONG. Balerma. C. M. (S. p. 329; J. H. 163; E. H. 135.) GOD, our strength, to thee our song With grateful hearts we raise; To thee, and thee alone, belong All worship, love and praise. 360 0 » i Hymns of Dawn. 2 In trouble's dark and stormy hour Thine ear hath heard our prayer; And graciously thine arm of power Hath saved us from despair. 3 And thou, O ever gracious Lord, Wilt keep thy promise still, If, meekly hearkening to thy word, We seek to do thy will. 4 Led by the light thy grace imparts, Ne'er may we bow the knee To idols, which our wayward hearts Set up instead of thee. 5 So shall thy choicest gifts, O Lord, Thy faithful people bless; Thy favor and thy grace afford Our truest happiness. 203. HAPPY DAY. L. M. (E. H. 150.) HAPPY day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glownng heart rejoice And tell its raptures all abroad. 0 Cho. — Happy day, happy day. When Jesus washed my sins away ! He taught me how to watch and pray. And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day. When Jesus washed my sins away. 361 Hymns of Dawn. 2 Now rest, my long divided heart: Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart, With him of every good possessed. 3 Yes, happy every day has been Since I am his and he is mine. He leads me and I follow^ on, Directed through the Word divine. 0 204:. HAIL'- HAPPY DAY. Come A7vay. P. M. (j. H. 603.) HAIL, happy day, that speaks our trials ended ! Our Lord has come to take us home; O hail, happy day ! No more by doubts or fears distressed. We now shall gain our promised rest, And be forever blest I O hail, happy day ! 2 Swell loud the glad- note, our bondage now is over; The Jubilee proclaims us free; O hail, happy day ! The day that brings a sweet release. That crowns our Jesus Prince of Peace, And bids our sorrows cease ! O hail, happy day ! 3 O hail, happy day ! that ends our tears and sorrows. That brings us joy without alloy; O hail, happy day ! There peace shall wave her sceptre high, 362 I Hymns of Dawn. And love's fair banner greet the eye, Proclaiming victory ! O hail, happy day ! 4 We hail thy bright beams, O morn of Zion's glory ! Thy blessed light breaks on our sight; O hail, happy day ! Fair Beulah's fields before us rise, And sweetly burst upon our eyes The joys of Paradise ! O hail, happy day ! 5 Thrice hail, happy day ! when earth shall smile in gladness. And Eden bloom without a tomb; O hail, happy day ! Where life's pellucid waters glide, Safe by the dear Redeemer's side. Forever we'll abide ! O hail, happy day ! 0 205. COMMUNION WITH GOD. Woodla7id. C. M. (J. H. 158; S. P. 366.) HAPPY they who know- the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell; He feeds and cheers them with his word, His arm supports them well. To them, in each distressing hour. His throne of grace is near; And when they plead his love and power. He stands engaged to hear. He helped his saints in ancient days, Who trusted in his name; 363 Hymns of Dawn. And we can witness to his praise; His love is still the same. 4 His presence sweetens all our cares, And makes our burdens light; A word from him dispels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night. 5 Lord, we expect to suffer here. Nor would we once repine; But give us still to find thee near, And keep us wholly thine. 0 206. HOW HAPPY ARE WE ! Convert. i2, g. (G. H. 244.) HOW happy are we Who in Jesus agree, And expect soon his kingdom to share ! We w^ill sit in his throne. And his glory make known, And his praises shall sound everywhere. Cho. — O how happy are we Who in Jesus agree; How happy, how happy are we ! 2 Now united to him. E'en on this side the stream Of the Jordan that lieth between, W^e rejoice in his grace And the smile of his face, While the glory and cross both are seen. 364 Hymns of Dawn. 3 We remember the word Of our crucified Lord When he went to prepare us a place- "I will come in that day And will take you away, And admit to the light of my face." 4 Lo ! our King from the skies ! Hark ! he bids us arise To the mansions of glory above, O ! with joy we'll ascend And eternity spend. In proclaiming his wonderful love. 0 207. HOW HAPPY ARE THEY! Convert. /2, g. (G. H. 244.) HOW happy are they Who the Savior obey, And have laid up their treasure above ! Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul filled with heavenly love. 3 That sweet comfort is mine, Since the favor divine I received through the blood of the Lamb; When my heart first believed. What a joy I received. What a heaven in his blessed name ! 3 'Tis a heaven below Aly Redeemer to know; 365 Hymns of Dawn. Even angels can do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Savior of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Is my joy and my song. O that all his salvation may see ! He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffered and died. To redeem and from death set me free. 0 308. THY GRACE IMPART. Mel //lore. L. M. (J. H. Il8.) LORD, thy promised grace impart, And fill my consecrated heart. Henceforth my chief concern shall be To live and speak and toil for thee. 2 While joyfully in thine employ, The thought shall till my soul with joy, That my imperfect work shall be Acceptable through Christ to thee. 3 Thy watchful eye pervadeth space, Thy presence. Lord, fills every place; And wheresoe'er my lot may be. Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 4 Renouncing every worldly thing. And safe beneath thy sheltering wing. My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee. 366 ¥ Hymns of Dawn. /209. THOU ART NEAR. Sessions. L. M. (S. p. 98; G. H. 215 ; W. H. 120.) LOVE divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear ! On thee we cast each earthborn care. Feeling at rest while thou art near. 0 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread. Our hearts still w^hisp'ring. Thou art near ! When drooping pleasure turns to grief. And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wnnd, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us thou art near. On thee w^e cast our burdening woe, O Love divine, forever dear; Content to suft'er while w^e know, Living or dying, thou art near. 0' 210. ^oRK Fo^ JESUS. (G. H. 28; W. H. 55.) jNE more day's work for Jesus, One less of life for me ! But heaven is nearer. And Christ is dearer Than yesterday, to me; His love and light Fill all my soul to-night, 367 Hymns of Dawn. Cho. — One more day's Avork for Jesus, One more day's work tor Jesus, One more day's work for Jesus, One less of toil for me. 2 One more day's Avork for Jesus ! How glorious is my King ! *Tis joy, not duty. To show his beauty; My soul mounts on the wing At the mere thought. How Christ my life has bought. 3 One more days work for Jesus ! How sweet the work has been, To tell the story. To show the glory. Where Christ's flock enter in ! How it did shine In this poor heart of mine ! 4 One more day's work for Jesus ! O yes, a weary day; But heayen shines clearer And rest comes nearer At each step of the way; And Christ in all. Before his face I fall. 5 O blessed work for Jesus! O rest at Jesus' feet ! There toil seems pleasure, My wants are treasure, And pain for him is sweet, 368 Hymns of Dawn. Lord, if I may, I'll serve another day ! 211. ^ NO OTHER NAME. (O. H. 78.) ^NE offer of salvation To all the world make know^n; The only sure foundation Is Christ, the Corner Stone. 0^ Cho, — No other name is given, No other v^^ay is knov^^n. 'Tis Jesus Christ, the First and Last; He saves, and he alone. 2 One door to life eternal Stands open wide to-day; It leads to bliss supernal; 'Tis Christ, the living way. 3 My only song and story Is, Jesus died for me; My only hope of glory, The Cross of Calvary. 212. THE SINNER'S FRIEND. Sicily. 8, 7. (S. P. 827; J. H. 388; E. H. 15.) kNE there is above all others Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's. Costly, free, and knows no end. 369 (24) 0^ Hymns of Dawn. 2 Which of all our friends, to save us. Could or would have shed his blood? But our Savior died to have us Reconciled in him to God. 3 When he lived on earth abased. Friend of sinners was his name; Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 0^ 213, ONLY THEE. (W. H. 71.) kNLY thee, my soul's Redeemer ! Whom have I in heaven beside? Who on earth, with love so tender, All my wand'ring steps will guide? Cho. — Only thee, only thee. Loving Savior, only thee. 3 Only thee I no joy I covet But the joy to call thee mine — Joy that gives the blest assurance, Thou hast owned and sealed me thine. 3 Only thee ! I ask no other; Thou art more than all to me; Present life, or present comfort — I resign them all to thee. 4 Only thee, whose blood has cleansed me. Would my raptured vision see, While my faith is reaching upward, Ever upward. Lord, to thee. Hy77ins of Dawn. 214:. ONLY WAITING. Sunny side. 8, 7. (j. H. 441.) ONLY waiting till the dawning Is a little brighter grown, Only waiting till the shadows Of the world's dark night are flown. Till the shadows all shall vanish In the blessed, blessed day; For the morn, at last, is breaking Through the twilight, soft and gray. 2 Only waiting till the presence Of the Sun of Righteousness Shall dispel the noxious vapors, Ignorance, and prejudice; Till the glory of the sunlight Of the bright Millennial day Scatters all the mists of darkness. Lights the gloom with healing ray. 3 Waiting for the restitution, Promised in the holy Word; When our race, redeemed and risen, Know and love their Savior Lord. When each man shall love his fellow; Justice give to each and all; Dwell in love, and dwell in Jesus, Who redeemed them from the fall. /215. THE CLEANSING STREAM. (W. H. 19.) NOW I see the crimson wave, The fountain deep and wide; 371 0 Hymns of Dawri. The blood which Christ so freely gave, Which all our sins will hide. Cuo. — The cleansing stream, I see, I see ! And now by faith it cleanseth me. O, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me ! It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me ! 2 I see a new creation rise. Through merit of his blood; I see the dead of earth arise, Washed in the cleansing flood. 3 They rise to w^alk in heaven's light, P'orever free from sin, With hearts made pure and garments white. And Christ enthroned within. 4 Amazing grace ! what joy to know The virtue of his blood ! Our Father's wisdom planned it so; His Son our ransom stood. 216 THE GREAT DELIVERANCE. Zion. 8, 7, 4. (s. P. 814 J J. H. 521 ; E, H. 156.) ON the mountain's top appearing, Lo ! the gospel herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing — Zion, long in hostile lands: Mourning captive ! God hitiiself shall loose thy bands. 2 Hath thy night been long and mournful.^ Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 372 Hymns of Dawn, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well beloved. I God, thy God, will soon exalt thee; He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall fail to halt thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end. Great deliv'rance Zion's King begins to send. Peace and joy shall soon attend thee; All thy warfare will be past; God, thy Savior, doth defend thee; Victory is thine at last. All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest. 0^ 217. THE CHURCH'S FUTURE WORK. Martyn. 7, d. (J. H. 374 ; S. P. 727.) |X thv^ Church, O Power divine! Cause thy glorious face to shine, Till the nations, from afar, Hail her as their guiding star; Till her light, from zone to zone. Makes thy great salvation known. Then shall she, ^vith lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land; Earth shall yield her rich increase, Every breeze shall whisper peace. And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound. 373 Hymns of Dawn, 218. OUR PRAYER. Sessions. L. M. (S. p. 98; G. H. 215 ; W. H. 120.) |UR Heavenly Father and our Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise: The prayers of saints to heav'n ascend; Hear thou thy humble children's cries. 0' Regard our prayers for Zion's peace; Shed in our hearts thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge and fill us all, O God ! Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into thy perfect will; Cause us thy hollowed name to know; The work of faith in us fulfill. Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as thou thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head. Take the dear purchase of thy blood. Thy blood hath washed us white as snow; Present us sanctified to God, In us thy grace and glory show. 219. RENDER THANKS TO GOD. Welton. L. M. (s. p. 13.) RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love. Whose mercy firm through ages past Hath stood, and shall forever last. 374 0 » Hymns of Dawn. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of eternal praise? 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen shalt afford; At thy return to set men free, Let thy salvation visit me. 4 O may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity, That I the joyful choir may join, And count thy people's triumph mine! 220. REST IN THE GOSPEL. Szoeet Home. (w. h. 74; s. p. 1 501 ; j. h. 458.) 0 SAINTS who are weary and laden of soul. Oppressed and distressed under error's control, May find in the gospel a blessed relief, A balm for all sorrow, a solace for grief. Cho. — Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest ! In the gospel of grace There is sweet, blessed rest. 2 Who trusts in that word has the sweet hope of life. An end of confusion and error and strife. Its grace it imparts to the truth-seeking soul. Who humbly submits to its righteous control. 3 On that sacred page, O, what glory now shines ! As God's holy Spirit illumines its lines, 375 Hymns of Dawn. Displaying his plan in which all may rejoice, And praise him forever with heart and with voice. 4 Rest ! rest ! O how blessed this sweet rest at last ! Like music at even when labor is past; Like dawn after darkness, like health after pain; Like sunshine of gladness that follows the rain. 221. WE WORSHIP THEE. (G. H. 350.) SAVIOR, precious Savior, Whom yet unseen we love; O name of might and favor, All other names above ! 0 Cho. — We w^orship thee ! we bless thee ! To thee alone we sing ! We praise thee and confess thee Our Savior and our King. 2 O Bringer of Salvation, Who wondrously hast wrought, Thyself the revelation Of love beyond our thought ! 3 In thee all fulness dwelleth, All grace and power divine: The glory that excelleth, O Son of God. is thine. 4 O, grant the consummation Of this our song, above, In endless adoration And everlasting love. Hymns of Dawn, Clio. — Then shall we praise and bless thee, Where perfect praises ring ! And evermore confess thee Our Savior and our Kins:. 0 22/2. TO THE ROCK. (w. H. 66.) SOMETIMES the shadow^s are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows, how often they sweep. Like tempests, down over the soul ! Clio. — To the Rock that is higher than I, O then to the Rock let me fly — To the Rock that is higher than I. 2 O ! sometimes so long seems the day, And sometimes so heavy my feet; But, toiling in life's dusty way. The Rock's blessed shadow, how sweet! 3 O ! near to the Rock let me keep. Or blessings or sorrows prevail. Or climbing the mountain-way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. 223. MATCHLESS LOVE. Bailey, (j. H. 2o8.) OvSOON we'll sing the depth of matchless love, Why Christ, why Christ our King was slain; As onward ages ceaseless move. Eternallv we'll reign. 377 Hymns of Dawn. Come, Savior, let thy reign begin; Come, still each note of war; We long to sing an end of sin, In praise that sounds, that sounds afar. We pray and long to see the morning dawn, The bright, the bright eternal day, When tears are wiped and sorrows gone, And clouds have fled away. May glowing love inspire our hearts, And praise our tongues employ; We'll watch and pray till sin departs. Then strike the harps, the harps of joy. 0 224o ^LL OF THEE. (G. H. 268.) THE bitter pain of sorrow That a time could ever be When I proudly said to Jesus, '•All of self, and none of thee." 3 Yet he found me; I beheld him Bleeding on th' accursed tree; And my wistful heart said faintly, "Some of self and some of thee," 3 Day by day his tender mercy. Healing, helping, full and free, Brought me lower, while I whispered, " Less of self and more of thee." 4 Higher than the highest heaven, Deeper than the deepest sea. Lord, thy love at last has conquered — ''''None of self and all of thee." 378 Hymns of Dawn. 225. OUR HIGH CALLING. Zion. 8,7,4. (S. P. 814; J. H. 521 ; E. H. 156.) OTHOU God of our salvation, Our Redeemer from all sin, Thou hast called us to a station We could ne'er by merit win. O ! we praise thee, While we strive to enter in. 2 In the footprints of our Savior, We will daily strive to walk; And the alien world's disfavor Shall but send us to our Rock. How its waters Do refresh thy weary flock ! 3 We, like him, would bear the message Of our heavenly Father's grace; Show how he redeemed from bondage All our lost and ruined race. O ! what mercy Beams in his all-glorious face ! 4 Then we'd seek the meek and lowly, Show thein their high-calling's height- How the called and faithful holy Shall, with Christ, soon reign in light. O ! such favor We could never claim by right. 5 When we've borne our faithful witness To thy grand and wondrous plan, Gathered out thy fairest virgins 379 Hymns of Dawn. To be wedded to the Lamb, With what rapture We'll receive the victor's palm ! 6 Then with him in glory reigning, All the sons of men to bless, Earth, no more thy name profaning. Soon shall learn of righteousness; And thy wisdom. Every tongue shall then confess. 226. DELIGHT IN THY PRESENCE. Beloved, (w. h. 109; j. h. 478.) OTHOU, in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call; My comfort by day, and my song in the night. My hope, my salvation, my all ! 2 Where dost thou, at noontide, resort with thy sheep, To feed in the pasture of love? For why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove? 3 No longer I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread; My table is furnished with bounties so free, My soul on thy Word is well fed. 227. THE PLACE OF PRAYER. Melmoj-e. L. M. (j. h. 118.) OTHOU to whom, in ancient time. The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, 380 I Hymns of Dawn. Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue; Not now on Zion's height alone The favored worshiper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch's well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. O thou to whom, in ancient time, The holy prophet's harp was strung, To thee at last, in every clime. Shall praise arise and songs be sung. 0 228. OUR CONSOLATION. Woodland. C. M. (s. p. 366; J. H. 158.) THOU who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be. If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee ! 2 But thou wilt heal the broken heart Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part. Breathes sweetness out of w^oe. 3 O ! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy w4ng of love Come gently wafting, through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? 381 Hymns of Dawn. 4 E'en sorrow, touched by heav'n, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. 0 229. OTO BE NOTHING! (G. H. 74.) TO be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at his feet, A broken and emptied vessel. For the Master's use made meet. Emptied, that he might fill me, As forth to his service I go; Broken, that so, unhindered, His life through me might flow. Cho. — O ! to be nothing, nothing, Only to lie at his feet, A broken and emptied vessel. For the Master's use made meet. 2 O ! to be nothing, nothing. Only as led by his hand; A messenger at his gateway, Only waiting for his command; Only an instrument ready His praises to sound at his will; Willing, should he not require me, In silence to wait on him still. 3 O ! to be nothing, nothing. Painful the humbling may be; Yet low in the dust I'd lay me That the world my Savior might see. 382 Hymns of Dawn. ' Rather be nothing, nothing — To him let their voices be raised; He is the fountain of blessing, Yes, worthy is he to be praised. 0' 230. BEHOLD THE BRIDEGROOM. (G. H. l68.) |UR lamps are trimmed and burning, Our robes are white and clean, We've tarried for the Bridegroom, And now we'll enter in. We know we've nothing worthy That w^e can call our own — The light, the oil, the robes we wear, Are all from him alone. Cho. — Behold, the Bridegroom cometh ! And all may enter in. Whose lamps are trimmed and burning, Whose robes are white and clean. 2 Go forth — we soon shall see him; The way is shining now, All lighted with a glory None other could bestow. His gracious invitation Beyond deserving kind. We gladly own and take our lamps. And joy eternal find. 3 We see the marriage splendor. Within the open door; W« know that those who enter Are blest forevermore; 383 ' Hymns of Dawn. We see our King, more lovely Than all Ihe sons of men; We haste because that door, once shut. Will never ope again. 231, COMFORT IN AFFLICTION. St. Thovias. S. M. (J. H. 274; s. P. 5 27.) OUT of the depths of w^oe, To thee, O Lord, I cry; Darkness surrounds me, but I know That thou art ever nigh. 2 Humbly on thee I vs^ait To bring deliv'rance in. E'en now^ wide springs the eastern gate, And rays of dawn stream in. 3 O ! hearken to my voice, Give ear to my complaint; Thou bidd'st the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint. 4 Glory to God above ! The 'whelming floods will cease; For, lo ! the swift-returning dove Brings back the sign of peace. 5 Though storms his face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Jehovah's covenant is sure. His bow is in the cloud. 384 Hymns of Dawn. 232. WHERE ARE THE REAPERS? ' (f^- H. 155.) I O ^HERE are the reapers ttiat garner in B Vy The grains of the wheat from the tares of w sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the harvest home. Cho. — Few are the reapers; Lord, we will join And share in the work of the harvest time. O who will not help to garner in The grains of wheat from the tares of sin. 2 Go out in the by-ways and search them all; The wheat may be there though the weeds are tall; Then search in the highway and pass none by, But gather from all for the calling high. 3 The fields are all ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest-tide; But reapers are few and the w^ork is great; The Master calls and we must not w^ait. 4 vSocome with your sickles, ye sons of God, And let not the wheat under foot be trod. Work on till the Lord shall say you, Well done ! Then share ye his joy in the harvest home. 233. PEACE! TROUBLED SOUL Rockingham. L. M. (S. p. 29; G. H. 103; J. H. 44; E. H. 151.) PEACE, troubled soul ! thou need'st not fear; Thy great Provider still is near; 385 (25) Hymns of Dawn. Who led thee last will lead thee still; Be calm, and sink into his will. The Lord, who built the earth and sky, In love now hearkens to thy cry: His promise thou may'st freely claim: Ask and receive in Jesus' name. Open to God thine inmost heart; He will his comfort then impart; He will his grace most freely give, And peace and joy, thou shalt receive. Rest in his love though storms prevail. No storm can there overwhelm thy soul. Ne'er let thy faith and courage fail, 111 shall work good by his control. 234. DOXOLCGY. Old Hundred. L. M. (G. H. I; S. P. 3; J. H. SS; E. H. I.) PRxA.ISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him aloud with heart and voice, And always in his Son rejoice. 235. PRAISE OUR KING. Wilmof. 8, 7. (s. P. 1287 ; G. H. 422; J. H. 387.) PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven. Evermore his praises sing: 386 Hymns of Dawn, Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! Praise the everlasting King. Praise him for his grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise him, still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless: Hallelujah! hallelujah! Glorious in his faithfulness. Father-like, he proves yet spares us, Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us. Rescues us from all our foes: Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! How his plan his wisdom shows. 236. TELL HIS WORTH. Aletta. 7. (w. H. 105; E. H. 175.) 13RAISE the Lord, his glories show, Saints within his courts below, Angels round his throne above, All that see and share his love. 2 Earth to heav'n, and heav'n to earth, Tell his wonders, sing his worth; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise him, praise him evermore ! 3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace; Praise his providence and grace; All that he for man hath done; All he sends us through his Son. 387 Hymns of JDaivn. vStrings and voices, hands and hearts, In the concert bear your parts; All that breathe, your Lord adore. Praise him, praise him evermore ! 237. ADORE AND PRAISE THE LORD. Sicily. 8. 7. (e. h. 15; J. H. 172; s. p. 827.) PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him;. Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never shall be broken. For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; Never shall his promise fail; He shall make his saints victorious; Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify his name. 238. HEAVENLY TRUTH. Sicily. S, 7. (E. H. 15; J. H. 172; S. P. 827.) PRAISE to him, by whose kind favor Heavenly truth has reached our ears Hymns of Dawn. ISIiiy its sweet, reviving savor Fill our hearts and calm our fears. 2 Truth, how sacred is the treasure ! Teach us, I^ord, its worth to know; A^ain the hope, and short the pleasure, Which from other sources flow. fc.' 3 What of truth we have been hearing Fix, O Lord, in every heart; In the day of thine appearing JNIay we share thy people's part. P' 239. WATCH AND PRAY. Sessions. L. M. (S. p. 98; G. H. 215 ; W. ir. 120.) >RAYER is appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give. In every case should Christians pray. If near the fount of grace they'd live. 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If want deject, if sin distress, In every case, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Though thought be broken, language lame; God through his W^ord to us doth speak; And we to him in Jesus' name. 4 Depend on him; thou canst not fail; But ask according to his will; Then always shall thy prayer prevail, And nothing shall to thee work ill. 3S9 Hymns of Dawn. 240. PRECIOUS JESUS. (W. H. 6i.) PRECIOl IS Jesus, how I love thee ! And I know thy love is mine; All my little life I give thee, Use it. Lord, in ways of thine. Use my warmest, best affections, Use my memory, mind and will; Then with all thy loving spirit All my emptied nature fill. Cho. — All of earth and all of heaven, All I want I find in thee; Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus, Thou art all the world to me. 2 Vain the world its pleasure boasting, Vain the charms of earth to me; Gold is dross, and riches worthless, If they turn my heart from thee. Dearer, nearer than a brother. Source of all my happiness; Comfort too, in every sorrow, Ever near to help and bless. 3 Lord I touch thy sacred garment, Fearless stretch my eager hand; Virtue, like a healing fountain, Freely flows at love's command. Lo ! he turns and looks upon me With those w^onder-speaking eyes; Vain my soul essays to answer, I am lost in sweet surprise. 390 i Hymns of Daivn. 4 O ! how precious, dear Redeemer, Is the love that fills my soul. I am thine and have this token While I'm running for the goal. Lo ! a new creation da\vning; Lo ! I rise to life divine; In my soul an Easter morning; I am Chrfst's, and Christ is mine. 241 PRECIOUS MOMENTS. Aiifitmn. 8. 7. (e. h. 67 ; G. h. 420,) PRECIOUS moments, rich in blessing. At the throne of grace I spend; All my joys and griefs expressing, To my best and truest Friend. Here I find that sweet communion With my Father and my Lord, Earnest of that blessed union Promised in the Holy ^V^ord. 2 Christ says, Come, thou heavy laden, I will give thee sweetest rest; All the w^ay my feet have trodden; Come to me when sore opprest. Take my easy yoke upon you, Rest from earthly care and strife; I will sweetest comfort give you, Walk with me the ways of life. 3 Lord, we praise thee for this blessing, For this privilege so sweet. For thy tender love's caressing. For this sure and safe retreat. 391 Hymns of Dawn. Never weary of our coming, Never spurning our request; With complaint or with rejoicing, Still thy love is manifest. 242. PRECIOUS PROMISE. (G. H. 50; E. H. 153.) PRECIOUS promise God hath given To the weary ones who try Treasure to lay up in heaven, " I will guide thee with mine eye." Cho. — I will guide thee, I will guide thee, I will guide thee with mine eye; In the way which I will show thee, " I will guide thee with mine eye." 3 When temptations almost win thee. And thy trusted watchers fly, Let this promise ring within thee, " I will guide thee with mine eye." 3 When thine earthly hopes have perished. In the grave of years gone by, Let this promise still be cherished, "I will guide thee with mine eye." 4 By and by the heav'nly treasures, Moth and rust could ne'er destroy, Thou wilt find laid up in glory, Guided to them by mine eye. 393 I Hymns of Dawn. \ /24:3. PRECIOUS SAVIOR. (W. H. lOI.) PRECIOUS Savior, thou hast saved me; Thine, and only thine, I am; 0 ! the cleansing blood has reached me, Glory, glory to the Lamb ! Cho. — Glory, glory, Jesus saves me ! Glory, glory to the Lamb ! O ! the cleansing blood has reached me ; Glory, glory to the Lamb ! 2 Long my yearning heart was trying To enjoy this perfect rest; But I gave all trying over: Simply trusting, I was blest. 3 Consecrated to thy service. While I live I'll live to thee; 1 will witness, to thy glory. Of salvation full and free. 4 Trusting, trusting every moment; Saved from sin by power divine; Have I love? thou didst impart it; Have I light? the light is thine. 5 Glory to the blood that bought me ! Glory to its cleansing power ! Glory to the grace that keeps me ! Glory, glory, evermore ! 394 Hymns of Dawn. 24.4.^ THY WILL BE DONE. Ilorton. y. (e. h. 106; s. p. 1 1 13.) PRINCE of peace, accept my will; Bid this struggling flesh be still; Bid my fears and doubtings cease, Hush my spirit into peace. 3 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, Opened wide the gate to God. Peace I crave, and it must be. Lord, in being one with thee. 3 May thy will, not mine, be done; May thy will and mine be one; Banish self-will from my heart, And thy perfect peace impart . 4 Savior, at thy feet I fall, Thou my life, my hope for all ! Let thy happy servant be One forevermore with thee. 245. THE HARVEST, (G. H. 79) REAPING all day were the virgins fair. Patiently toiling in faith and prayer, Seeking the wheat from the dawn till night, Jewels to shine in the morning light. O ! rich will the harvest be. Clio. — Reaped from the garden, or reaped from the rock, 395 Hymns of Dawn. Reaped from the wayside, the wheat from the stalk, Gathered from wealth or from poverty, Grand and blest will the harvest be. Reaping all day though their foes were nigh, Saving the wheat that it should not die, Gath'ring the jewels bright and fair, Sorting them out with tender care. O ! grand will the harvest be. Reaping from seed that was sown in tears, Gath'ring the fruit of laborious years, Looking in hope for the harvest home. Reapers and sowers together come. O ! sweet will the meetinsr be. 246. REDEEMED. (<^. H. 405-) REDEEMED ! Redeemed ! O, sing the joyful strain ! Give praise, give praise. And glory to his name, Who gave his life our souls to save. And purchased freedom for the slave ! Cho. — Redeemed ! redeemed from sin and all its woe ! Redeemed ! redeemed ! eternal life to know ; Redeemed ! redeemed by Jesus blood; Redeemed ! redeemed ! O praise the Lord ! 396 Hymns of Dawn. Redeemed ! redeemed ! The word has brought repose, And joy, and joy, That each redeemed one knows Who sees his sins on Jesus laid. And knows his blood the ransom paid. Redeemed ! redeemed ! O, joy that I should be In Christ, in Christ, From sin forever free ! Forever free to praise his name. Who bore for me the guilt and shame. 247. REJOICE AND BE GLAD. (G. H. 24; W. H. 57.) DEJOICE and be glad! i V The Redeemer has come ! Go look on his cradle, his cross, and his tomb. Cho. — Sound his praises, tell the story Of him who was slain; Sound his praises, tell with gladness He liveth again. 3 Rejoice and be glad ! It is sunshine at last ! The clouds have departed, the shadows are past. 3 Rejoice and be glad ! For the blood hath been shed, Redemption is finished, the price hath been paid. 4 Rejoice and be glad ! Now the pardon is free; The just for the unjust hath died on the tree. 397 HyviJis of Dawn. 5 Rejoice and be glad ! For the Lamb that was slain O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again. 6 Rejoice and be glad ! For our King from on high Has come for his jewels, his kingdom is nigh. 7 Rejoice and be glad ! For he cometh to reign In triumph and glory; O sing the glad strain. Clio. — Sound his praises, tell the story Of him who was slain; vSound his praises, tell with gladness He cometh to reign. 248, MILLENNIAL GLORY. (J- H. 509.) X) EJOICE ! rejoice ! the promised time is com- Rejoice ! rejoice ! the wilderness shall bloom; And Zion's children soon shall sing; The deserts all are blossoming. Rejoice ! rejoice ! the promised time is coming; Rejoice ! rejoice ! the wilderness shall bloom. The gospel banner, wide unfurled. Shall wave in triumph o'er the world. And every creature, bond or free, Shall hail the glorious jubilee. 2 Rejoice! rejoice! the promised time is coming; Rejoice ! rejoice ! Jerusalem shall sing. 398 Hymns of Dawn. From Zion shall the law go forth, And all shall hear, from south to north. Rejoice! rejoice! the promised time is coming; Rejoice I rejoice ! Jerusalem shall sing; And truth shall sit on every hill, And blessings flow in every rill, And praise shall every heart employ. And every voice shall shout for joy. Rejoice ! rejoice ! the promised time is coming; Rejoice ! rejoice ! the '' Prince of peace " shall reign; And lambs may with the leopard play, For naught shall harm in Zion's way: Rejoice ! rejoice! the promised time is coming; Rejoice ! rejoice ! the " Prince of peace" shall reign. The sword and spear, of needless worth Shall prune the tree and plow the earth; For peace shall smile from shore to shore, And nations shall learn war no more. 249. REPEAT THE STORY. (G. H. 154.) REPEAT the story o'er and o'er Oi grace so full and free; I love to hear it more and more, Since grace has rescued me. Cho. — The half was never told, The half was never told. Of grace divine, so wonderful, The half was never told. 399 Hymns of Dawn. 3 Oi peace I only knew the name. Nor found my soul its rest, Until the sweet-voiced angel came To soothe my weary breast. 3 IMy highest place is lying low At my Redeemer's feet; No x^^Xjoy in life I know, But in his service sweet. 4 And oh, what rapture will it be With all the host above. To sing through all eternity The wonders of His love. 250. ^EST, TILL MORNING DAWNS. Boy Is ton. S. M. (e. H. 114; J. H. 266.) REST for the toiling hand, Rest for the anxious brow. Rest for the weary, way- sore feet, Rest from all labor now. 2 Rest for the fevered brain, Rest for the throbbing eye; Through these parched lips of clay no more Shall pass the moan or sigh. 3 Rest, weary one, a while. Till Christ shall bid thee rise; And soon, as from refreshing sleep, Thou'lt wake with glad surprise. 400 Hymns of Datvn. 4 Soon, soon, from out the dust Shall all come forth and sing; Sharp has the frost of winter been But brightly shines the spring. 5 Let hope cheer those who weep; E'en now the rays of dawn Above the eastern hill-tops creep- We'renear the light of morn. 251. f^OCK OF AGES. (s. p. 1 1 24; G. H. 86.) ROCK of ages, cleft for me, I am hidden safe in thee: Hidden here from all my foes, None can harm though all oppose; For though justice once condemned Love did this blest shelter send. 2 Who aught to my charge shall lay., Hidden in this rock alway? Love did for my sin atone; I shall live through Christ alone. I need fear no evil thing While by simple faith I cling. 3 Could my tears forever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone; Thou hast saved and thou alone. In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling. 401 Hymns of Dawn. 252. SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS. (g, h. 4; w. H. 4; e. h. 184.) SAFE in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow. Free from all doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears ! Cho. — Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe in his love to rest, O how my heart rejoices! Sweetly my soul doth rest. 3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er; Wait till the glorious sun light Rises to set no more. 253. THANKFUL WORSHIP. Sabbath Morn. 7, d. (j. H. 381 ; s. P. 1062:) SAFELY through another week God has brought us on our way. Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day — 402 (2C) Hymns of DaWn. Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face; Take away our sin and shame. From all worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. Here we come thy name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes. While we join in worship here. Here afford us. Lord, a taste Of our everlasting rest. 254. P^^Y fOR REAPERS. Sicily. 8. 7, 4. (E. H. 15; J. H. 172; S. P. 827.) SAINTS of God, the dawn is brightening With the glory of the Lord; O'er the earth the field is whitening Now recall the Master's w^ord — Pray for reapers In the harvest of the Lord. Long we've sowed with toil and sadness Weeping o'er the waste around; Now we gather grains of gladness; Ripened wheat may now be found. Blessed reapers ! How their joys may now abound ! 403 \ Hymns of Dawn. Now. O Lord, fulfill thy pleasure, Use thy consecrated band, Culling out thy precious treasure From the tares o'er all the land. Make us reapers, We're awaiting thy command. Soon shall end the time of reaping, Soon the happy day will come, And with joy we shall be keeping God's eternal haryest home. O what rapture ! Neyer, neyermore to roam. 255 SALVATION. Zera. C. M. (j. H. 175; S. P. I405.) C ALVATION ! O the joyful sound ! O What tidings for our race ! Deliv'rance for the world is found, Through God's abounding grace. Salvation ! let the tidings fly The sin-cursed earth around ! Raise the triumphant notes on high, And let your songs abound. Salvation ! O ye weary souls. It brings you life and peace — Eternal life, eternal health. And joys which ne'er shall cease. Salvation ! O ye toiling saints, By faith ye have it now; 404 Hy 771ns of Daw 71. The promise is your daily strength, While to God's will ye bow. 5 Salvation ! O the blessed work With Christ you shall enjoy — Of bearing it to all mankind — Your future blest employ. 6 Salvation ! O our Father, God, And thou, his blessed Son, The plan is wise, and just and good. The wondrous work well done. 7 Salvation ! O the blessed theme Shall fill the world with joy ! When all its mighty work is seen. Praise shall all tongues employ. 256. E^^PTY AND FILL MY HEART. Ward. L. M. (s. P. 47 ; j. H. i%) Welt on. (S. P. 13.) SAVIOR divine, now from above. Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place. 3 O ! let thy sacred presence fill. And set my longing spirit free, Which seeks to have no other will, But day by day to follow thee. 3 While now on trial here below. No other good will I pursue; I bid this world of noise and show. With all its glittering snares, adieu. 405 Hymns of Dawn. 4 That path with patient care I seek, In which my Savior's footprints shine; Nor could I trust, nor would I speak Of any other way than thine. 5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul; Possess it, thou who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Naught that's of earth do I desire, But let thy spirit with me rest; Only for this will I inquire, And thus with thee I shall be blest. 257. SAVIOR, LEAD US. 8, 7, 4. (E. H. 145) SAVIOR, like a shepherd lead us; Much we need thy tender care; In thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use thy fold prepare: Blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 2 We are thine; do thou befriend us, Be the guardian of our way; Keep thy flock, from foes defend us, Let us never go astray: Blessed Jesus, Hear, O hear us when we pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and needy though we be; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 406 Hymns of Dawn. Grace to cleanse, and power to free: Blessed Jesus, We have fully turned to thee. Fully let us have thy favor, Fully we would do thy will; Blessed Lord and only Savior, With thy love and likeness fill: Blessed Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still. 258. CLINGING TO THEE. (G. H. 48.) CAVIOR, more than life to me, 0 I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied Keep me ever, ever near thy side. Clio. — Every day, every hour, Let me feel thy cleansing power: May thy tender love to me, Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. 2 Through this trial state below. Lead me ever, ever, as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray; 1 can never, never lose my way. 3 I w^ould love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul has gained the bliss Of a higher, higher state than this. 4 Then I'll see what thou hast wrought; Then I'll love thee, love thee as I ought. 407 Hymns of Dawn. Looking back, I'll praise the way Thou hast led me, led me, day by day. > SAVIOR, THY DYING LOVE. (g. H. 26; E. H. 218.) SAVIOR, thy dying love Thou gavest me, Nor would I aught withhold. Dear Lord, from thee. In love my soul would bow. My heart fulfill its vow, Myself an ofTring now, I bring to thee. 2 Jesus, our mercy-seat. Covering me, My grateful faith looks up. Savior, to thee. Help me the news to bear. Thy wondrous love declare, Spread thy truth everywhere. Dear Lord, for thee. 3 Give me a faithful heart, Likeness to thee. That each departing day Henceforth may see Thy work of love well done. Thy praise on earth begun, Some vict'ry for truth won. Some work for thee. 408 Hymns of Dawn. 4 Lord, I would follow thee In all the way Thy weary feet have trod; Yes, if I may. Help ine the cross to bear, All thy fair graces wear, Close watching unto prayer, Following thee. 5 All that I am and have — Thy gifts so free — All of my ransomed life, Dear Lord , for thee ! And when thv face I see, Thy sweet ^' Well done" shall be. Through all eternity, Enough for me. 260* SEND OUT THY LIGHT. 8.6. {^'' S/i07i