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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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 1894. 
 
PRINTED BY 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 This book is an attempt to meet the devotional 
 wants of a group of students preparing for the 
 Christian ministry and meeting privately for Col- 
 lege prayer, and of a congregation in its seasons 
 of public worship. This twofold aim will perhaps 
 account for the unusual stress laid on certain 
 topics and occasions. 
 
 The thanks of the Editor are due to a large 
 number of authors and publishers who have kindly 
 permitted the hymns belonging to them to be re- 
 produced. In one or two cases the silence of the 
 owners of copyright has been taken to imply their 
 tacit sanction : in one or two others it was impos- 
 sible to discover to whom application should be 
 made : and it is hoped that if any proprietary 
 rights have been infringed, this explanation will 
 be accepted with the expression of the Compiler's 
 regret. 
 
 The hymns of those writers who, like the Bishop 
 of Wakefield, the Rev. Stopford A. Brooke, and 
 Prof. F. T. Palgrave, have generously placed 
 their poems at the service of the Church, have 
 been freely used : and the Editor desires, in ad- 
 dition, to make his sincere acknowledgments to 
 the following : — 
 
 The Executors of the late Dean Alford. 
 
 Mrs. Armitage. 
 
 The Chairman of the Committee of Hymns Ancient 
 and Modem for a hymn by Sir H. W. Baker. 
 
VI. PREFACE. 
 
 The Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould, M.A. 
 
 Em. Prof. John Stuart Blackie, LL.D. 
 
 The Rev. J. Vila Blake, Chicago. 
 
 Messrs. James Nisbet and Co., for hymns by 
 the late Dr. H. Bonar, and a hymn by the late 
 Miss Havergal. 
 
 Messrs. Thomas Nelson and Sons, for hymns by 
 the late Rev. J. D. Burns, and by <H. L. L.' 
 
 The Rev. John White Chadwick, Brooklyn, New 
 York. 
 
 The Rev. A. W. Chatfield, M.A. 
 
 The Rev. T. G. Crippen. 
 
 The Rev. Frank G. Ellerton, M.A., for hymns 
 by the late Canon Ellerton. 
 
 Messrs. Burns and Oates for hymns by the late 
 Father Faber. 
 
 The Rev. William Channing Gannett, Rochester, 
 New York. 
 
 Mrs. Geldart for a hymn by the late Rev. E. M. 
 Geldart, M.A. 
 
 Mr. Wilfrid S. Hatch, for hymns by the late 
 Rev. Edwin Hatch, M.A. 
 
 The Rev. Thomas Hincks, F.R.S. 
 
 The Rev. J. P. Hopps. 
 
 The Rev. F. L. Hosmer, Chicago. 
 
 Mr. E. Melville Lynch for hymns by the late 
 Rev. Thomas T. Lynch. 
 
 Dr. George Macdonald. 
 
 The Rev. Dr. Martineau.* 
 
 * The Editor is further indebted to him for permission to 
 use hymns adapted by him for his two collections, Hymns for 
 the Christian Church and Home, 1840, and Hymns of Praise and 
 Prayer, 1873. 
 
PREFACE. Vll. 
 
 The Rev. W. Tidd Matson. 
 
 Mrs. Mudie, for a hymn by the late Mr. C. E. 
 Mudie. 
 
 Mr. J. T. Hayes, for a hymn by the late Dr. 
 Neale. 
 
 The late Mr. Herbert New. 
 
 The Rev. H. H. Oakley, for a hymn by Princi- 
 pal Sherman Oakley. 
 
 The Executors of the late Dean Plumptre. 
 
 Messrs. G. Bell and Sons, for a hymn by the 
 late Miss Procter. 
 
 The Religious Tract Society, for a hymn by the 
 late Mr. G. Rawson. 
 
 The Hon. Rollo Russell. 
 
 Mrs. Sadler, for hymns by the late Rev. Dr. 
 Sadler. 
 
 The Rev. John Sharp, M.A. 
 
 The Rev. Dr. Walter C. Smith. 
 
 The Representatives of the late Dean Stanley, 
 through Mr. John Murray. 
 
 The Rev. S. J. Stone, M.A. 
 
 The Rev. H. G. Tomkins, M.A. 
 
 The Rev. Lawrence Tuttiett, M.A. 
 
 The Society for promoting Christian Knowledge, 
 for hymns by Miss A. L. Waring. 
 
 The Bishop of Salisbury, for a hymn by the late 
 Bishop of Lincoln. 
 
 Mr. Thomas Hornblower Gill also kindly allowed 
 the Editor to purchase the use of a considerable 
 number of his hymns ; and permission to repro- 
 duce a translation by the late Miss Catherine 
 Winkworth has been obtained on their usual terms 
 from Messrs. Longmans and Co. 
 
Vlll. PREFACE. 
 
 Various friends and correspondents have ren- 
 dered kind assistance in the preparation of this 
 book. The Rev. W. Garrett Horder of Bradford 
 permitted the Editor to see advance sheets of his 
 forthcoming Hymns Supplemental to Existing Collec- 
 tions, and the Rev. Dr. John Hunter of Glasgow 
 communicated copies of some hymns not incor- 
 porated in his rich collection of Hymns of Faith 
 and Life. To the Rev. V. D. Davis, B.A., of the 
 Ancient Chapel of Toxteth, Liverpool, the Editor 
 owes his special thanks for much continuous help, 
 and also for the Biographical Index of Authors. 
 
 J. E. C. 
 
 Oxford, January, 1894. 
 
 An Asterisk at the foot of a hymn refers the 
 reader to the Notes, where omissions and a few 
 doctrinal alterations are recorded. 
 
 Ad. signifies ' adapted,' alt. ' altered,' and tr. 
 ' translated.' 
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 Hymn 58, for Lord, of all being, read Lord of all being. 
 Hymn 186, for Charlotte Elliot read Charlotte Elliott. 
 Hymn 237, verse 5, line 3, for thy read their. 
 An asterisk should be added at the foot of hymns 44, 249, 319. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Call to Worship : 
 Universal Praise 
 
 Morning 
 
 Evening 
 
 Communion of the Spirit in Worship 
 The Glory of God in the World 
 
 Christ and Christianity 
 
 The Living God in Past and Present 
 God is our Refuge and Strength 
 Thanksgiving and Praise ... 
 
 The Life of Trust 
 
 The Life of Endeavour 
 The Christian Ministry 
 The Failure of Endeavour 
 The Need of Divine Help 
 
 Aspiration 
 
 The Service of Truth 
 The Kingdom of God 
 
 The Future Hope 
 
 The New Year and the Seasons 
 Dedication of Children : Marriage 
 
 Old Age: Death 
 
 Our Country 
 
 The Close of Worship : 
 
 Morning or Evening 
 Evening 
 
 12—32 
 
 33—38 
 
 39—56 
 
 57-84 
 
 85-117 
 
 118 — 124 
 
 125—133 
 
 134— 149 
 
 150—190 
 
 191—233 
 234—255 
 256 — 272 
 
 273—294 
 295—311 
 312—316 
 
 317—335 
 336—346 
 347—360 
 
 361—364 
 365—366 
 
 367— 37 1 
 372—380 
 
 Notes. 
 
 Index of Authors and Translators. 
 
 Index of First Lines. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 1. 
 
 ALL people that on earth do dwell, 
 Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
 Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, 
 Come ye before him and rejoice. 
 
 The Lord ye know is God indeed, 
 Without our aid he did us make ; 
 
 We are his flock, he doth us feed, 
 And for his sheep, he doth us take. 
 
 O enter then his gates w T ith 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 for ever sure ; 
 His truth at all times firmly stood, 
 
 And shall from age to age endure. 
 
 William Kethe^ 1561. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 
 Angels and saints his name adore 
 With praise and joy for evermore. 
 
 Amen. 
 
2. 
 
 THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 YE holy angels bright, 
 Which stand before God's throne, 
 And dwell in glorious light, 
 Praise ye the Lord each one. 
 You there so nigh 
 Far better know 
 Than we below 
 Of things so high. 
 
 You blessed souls at rest, 
 
 That see your Saviour's face, 
 Whose glory, even the least, 
 Is far above our grace ; 
 God's praises sound, 
 As in his sight 
 With sweet delight 
 You do abound. 
 
 Sing forth Jehovah's praise, 
 
 Ye saints on him that call ; 
 Magnify him always, 
 His holy churches all. 
 In him rejoice, 
 
 And there proclaim 
 His holy name 
 With sounding voice. 
 
 My soul, bear thou thy part ; 
 
 Triumph in God above ; 
 And with a well-tuned heart, 
 Sing thou the songs of love. 
 The Heavenly King 
 Doth not disdain 
 The simplest strain 
 His children sing. 
 
3. 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 Though sin would make me doubt, 
 
 And fill my soul with fears, 
 Though God seem to shut out 
 My daily cries and tears ; 
 By no such frost 
 Of sad delays, 
 Let thy sweet praise 
 Be nipt and lost. 
 
 Though sin and death conspire 
 
 To rob thee of thy praise, 
 Still towards thee I'll aspire, 
 
 And thou dull hearts canst raise. 
 Open thy door ; 
 
 And when grim death 
 Shall stop this breath, 
 I'll praise thee more. 
 
 Richard Baxter * 1681. 
 
 BEHOLD we come, dear Lord, to thee 
 And bow before thy throne ; 
 We come to offer on our knee 
 Our vows to thee alone. 
 
 Whate'er we have, whate'er we are, 
 
 Thy bounty freely gave ; 
 Thou dost us here in mercy spare, 
 
 And wilt hereafter save. 
 
 Come then, my soul, bring all thy powers, 
 
 And grieve thou hast no more, 
 Bring every day thy choicest hours, 
 
 And thy great God adore. 
 
 But, above all, prepare thine heart 
 
 On this his own blest day, 
 In its sweet task to bear thy part, 
 
 And sing, and love, and pray. 
 
 John Austin* 1668, 
 
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4. 
 
 THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 COME, O come, in pious lays 
 Sound we God Almighty's praise ; 
 Hither bring in one consent 
 Heart, and voice, and instrument ; 
 Let those things which do not live, 
 In still music praises give : 
 Nor a creature dumb be found, 
 That hath either voice or sound. 
 
 Lowly pipe, ye things that creep, 
 On the earth, or in the deep ! 
 Loud aloft your voices strain, 
 Beasts and monsters of the main : 
 Birds, your warbling treble sing ; 
 Clouds, your peals of thunders ring : 
 Sun and moon, exalted higher, 
 And bright stars, augment this choir. 
 
 Come, ye sons of human race, 
 In this chorus take a place : 
 Angels and supernal powers, 
 Be the noblest tenor yours : 
 That the song may overclimb 
 All the bounds of space and time, 
 And ascend from sphere to sphere, 
 To the great Almighty's ear. 
 
 So, from heaven, on earth he shall 
 Let his gracious blessings fall ; 
 And this huge wide orb we see, 
 Shall one choir, one temple, be ; 
 Where with mirth and joyful tone 
 We will sing what he hath done. 
 Then, O come, in pious lays, 
 Sound we God Almighty's praise. 
 
 Arranged from George Wither ,* 1641. 
 
UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 5. 
 
 Y 1 
 
 'E nations round the earth rejoice 
 
 Before the Lord, your sovereign king ; 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice ; 
 With all your tongues his glory sing. 
 
 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone 
 Doth life and breath and being give ; 
 We are his work, and not our own, 
 The sheep that on his pastures live. 
 
 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; 
 With praises to his courts repair : 
 And make it your divine employ 
 To pay your thanks and honours there. 
 
 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; 
 Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; 
 And the whole race of man shall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 6. 
 
 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 
 Early in the morning our song shall rise to 
 thee ; 
 Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, 
 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee, 
 Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may 
 not see, 
 
 Only thou art holy ; there is none beside thee 
 Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 
 
 All thy works shall praise thy name in earth 
 and sky and sea ; 
 Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, 
 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 
 
 Bishop Reginald Heber* 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 TO God, most high, draw near ! 
 Let all bow down before him, 
 And in a joyful psalm 
 With heart and voice adore him ! 
 The great and gracious Lord, 
 Who all to us hath given, 
 And whose high praise is sung 
 By angel-choirs in heaven. 
 
 With upward look we leave 
 Our mortal cares behind us ; 
 
 Why should earth's vain desires 
 To nobler things so blind us ? 
 
 Come, faith and hope and love, 
 
 Your glories now unfold ; 
 
 Lead us as ye have led 
 
 The holy men of old. 
 
 Like tender flowers of spring 
 Their faces upward turning, 
 
 And drinking sunbeams in 
 As by a secret yearning, 
 
 We'll lift our hearts on high 
 
 For that more blessed light, 
 
 Which cheers our hours of grief 
 
 And guides our steps aright. 
 
 Lift up your hearts to God, 
 For lowly service ready, 
 
 Pursue the upward way, 
 With footsteps strong and steady ; 
 
 And when at last the grave 
 
 Receives the pilgrim's dust, 
 
 Then cometh joyful rest 
 
 With spirits of the just. 
 
 Thomas Sadler. 
 
UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 8. 
 
 O WORSHIP the King, all-glorious above; 
 O gratefully sing his power and his love; 
 Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days, 
 Pavilion'd in splendour, and girded with praise. 
 
 O tell of his might, O sing of his grace, 
 Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; 
 His chariots of dread the deep thunder clouds form, 
 And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 
 
 The earth with its store of wonders untold, 
 Almighty, thy power hath founded of old ; 
 Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, 
 And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. 
 
 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
 It breathes in the air, it shines in the light ; 
 It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, 
 And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 
 
 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
 In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; 
 Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end ! 
 Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 
 
 Sty Robeyt Grant.* 
 
 9. 
 
 STAND up and bless the Lord, 
 In songs of praise rejoice : 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, 
 With heart, and soul, and voice. 
 
 Though high above all praise, 
 Above all blessings high, 
 Who would not fear his holy name, 
 And laud and magnify ? 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 O for the living flame 
 From his own altar brought, 
 To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 
 And wing to heaven our thought ! 
 
 There, with benign regard, 
 Our hymns he deigns to hear ; 
 Though unrevealed to mortal sense, 
 The spirit feels him near. 
 
 Stand up and bless the Lord, 
 The Lord your God adore ; 
 Stand up and bless his glorious name, 
 Henceforth for evermore. 
 
 James Montgomery, 
 
 10. 
 
 ALL lands and peoples, all the earth, 
 Put off the night of sadness ; 
 Make cheer and music and high mirth, 
 And praise the Lord with gladness ! 
 Serve him with joyful heart, 
 All kingdoms do their part, 
 And let immortal song 
 Before his presence throng 
 For ever and for ever ! 
 
 O surely he is God alone, 
 
 The earth is mute before him ; 
 And he is ours and we his own, 
 His people who adore him. 
 We are his flock, our feet 
 Walk in his pastures sweet ; 
 And, by cool brooks, the sleep 
 Is soft he gives his sheep 
 For ever and for ever ! 
 
11. 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 O enter then his temple courts 
 
 With trumpet-tongued thanksgiving ; 
 Praise him in dances and in sports, 
 Our Lord, the ever-living ! 
 With incense to the skies 
 Our thankfulness arise ; 
 His glory wide proclaim, 
 Speak good of his great name 
 For ever and for ever ! 
 
 For gracious is the Lord our God, 
 He hears our dull complaining ; 
 His mercy has a sure abode, 
 And everlasting reigning ; 
 And times and times roll by, 
 And nations fade and die, 
 But God's majestic truth 
 Leads on an eager youth 
 For ever and for ever ! 
 
 Stop ford A . Brooke. 
 
 LO, God is here ! let us adore, 
 And own how awful is this place : 
 Let all within us feel his power ; 
 And silent bow before his face. 
 
 Lo, God is here ! him, day and night, 
 United choirs of angels sing : 
 To him, enthroned above all height, 
 Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 
 
 Being of beings ! may our praise 
 Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; 
 Still may we stand before thy face, 
 Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen, tr. John Wesley.* 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 12. 
 
 AGAIN we hail the opening morn, 
 Again breaks forth the day new-born, 
 Which, rising in victorious might, 
 Chases away black-wandering night. 
 Again my soul in early songs 
 Praise him to whom all praise belongs ; 
 Who gave the glittering stars to night, 
 Who gave to morning dawn the light. 
 
 All things to thy high counsel hold, 
 Things past or present, new or old ; 
 Whate'er we have, whate'er we share, 
 Of all from thee the sources are. 
 Or voice be heard, or all be still, 
 'Tis just as ordered by thy will ; 
 For thou art King, and ages all 
 Within thine age unmeasured fall. 
 
 May I my song aright renew, 
 O thou, the root whence all things grew : 
 Hail, thou, the world's Original! 
 Hail, thou, the spring, first cause of all. 
 Let no dark thoughts my steps attend, 
 My life from biting cares defend ; 
 And grant me with free wing to rise, 
 And join the chorus of the skies. 
 
 Arranged from Synesins, tr. A. W. Chatfield.* 
 
 13. 
 
 YOU that have spent the silent night 
 In sleep and quiet rest, 
 And joy to see the cheerful light 
 
 That riseth in the east : 
 Now clear your voice, now cheer your heart, 
 
 Come help me now to sing : 
 Each willing wight, come bear a part, 
 To praise the heavenly King. 
 
MORNING. 
 
 Yet as this deadly night did last 
 
 But for a little space, 
 And heavenly day now night is past 
 
 Doth show his pleasant face ; 
 So must we hope to see God's face 
 
 At last in heaven on high, 
 When we have changed this mortal place 
 
 For immortality. 
 
 Unto which joys for to attain 
 
 God grant us all his grace, 
 And send us after worldly pain 
 
 In heaven to have a place, 
 Where we may still enjoy that light 
 
 Which never shall decay : 
 Lord for thy mercy lend us might 
 
 To see that joyful day. 
 
 George Gascoigne* 1575. 
 
 14. 
 
 "XT 7E praise thee, Lord, with earliest morning 
 
 We praise thee with the glowing light of day : 
 All things that live and move, by sea and land, 
 For ever ready at thy service stand. 
 
 Thy Christendom is singing night and day, 
 
 " Glory to him, the mighty God, for aye, 
 
 By whom, through whom, in whom, all beings 
 
 are!" 
 Grant us to echo on the song afar. 
 
 Thy name supreme, thy kingdom, in us dwell, 
 Thy will constrain and feed and guide us well : 
 Guard us, redeem us in the evil hour ; 
 For thine the glory, Lord, and thine the power ! 
 
 jfohann Franck, 1655, ir. C. Winkworth, 
 alt. Hymns of the Spirit.* 
 
15. 
 
 16. 
 
 THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun, 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praise to the eternal King. 
 
 Lord I my vows to thee renew, 
 Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
 
 All I design, or do, or say ; 
 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 
 In thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him, ye heavenly hosts above ; 
 Praise him, my soul, for all his love. 
 
 Bishop Thomas Ken. 
 
 OPEN thine eyes, my soul and see 
 Once more the light returns to thee ; 
 Look round about, and choose the way 
 Thou mean'st to travel o'er to day. 
 
 Think on the dangers thou may'st meet, 
 And always watch thy sliding feet ; 
 Think where thou once hast fall'n before, 
 And mark the place, and fall no more. 
 
17. 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 Think on the helps thy God bestows, 
 And cast to steer thy life by those ; 
 Think on the sweets thy soul did feel 
 When thou did'st well, and do so still. 
 
 Think on the pains that shall torment 
 Those stubborn souls that ne'er repent ; 
 Think on the joys that wait above, 
 To crown the head of holy love. 
 
 O my dear Lord, guide thou my course, 
 And draw me on w r ith thy sweet force ; 
 Still make me walk, still make me tend, 
 By thee my way, to thee my end. 
 
 John Austin* 
 
 NOW with creation's morning song 
 Let us, as children of the day, 
 With wakened heart and purpose strong, 
 The works of darkness cast away. 
 
 O may the morn so pure, so clear, 
 Its own sweet calm in us instil ; 
 A guileless mind, a heart sincere, 
 Simplicity of word and will. 
 
 And ever, as the day glides by, 
 May we the busy senses rein ; 
 Keep guard upon the hand and eye, 
 Nor let the conscience suffer stain. 
 
 Grant us, O God ! in love to thee, 
 Clear eyes to measure things below, 
 Faith, the invisible to see, 
 And wisdom, thee in all to know. 
 
 Roman Breviary : tr. Edward Caswall . 
 alt. Samuel Longfellow. 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 18. 
 
 GOD of the morning ! at whose voice 
 The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
 And like a giant doth rejoice 
 To run his journey through the skies. 
 
 From the fair chambers of the east 
 
 The circuit of his race begins ; 
 
 And without weariness or rest, 
 
 Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 
 
 O like the sun may I fulfil 
 The appointed duties of the day ; 
 With ready mind and active will 
 March on, and keep my heavenly way. 
 
 Lord ! thy commands are clean and pure, 
 Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; 
 Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure ; 
 Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 
 
 Give me thy counsels for my guide, 
 And then receive me to thy bliss : 
 All my desires and hopes beside 
 Are faint and cold compared with this. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 19. 
 
 NO change of times shall ever shock 
 My firm affection, Lord, to thee, 
 For thou hast always been my rock, 
 A fortress and defence to me. 
 
 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God, 
 My trust is in thy mighty power ; 
 Thou art my shield from foes abroad, 
 At home, my safeguard and my tower. 
 
MORNING. 
 
 O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent, 
 Its thankful tribute to present ; 
 And with my heart, my voice I'll raise 
 To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 
 
 Awake my glory, harp and lute, 
 No longer let your strings be mute ; 
 And I, my tuneful part to take 
 Will with the early dawn awake. 
 
 Be thou, O God, exalted high, 
 And as thy glory fills the sky 
 So let it be on earth displayed 
 Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 
 Tate and Brady, enlarged by St op ford A . Brooke.* 
 
 20. 
 
 WILT thou not visit me ? 
 The plant beside me feels the gentle dew ; 
 Each blade of grass I see 
 From thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. 
 
 Wilt thou not visit me ? 
 The morning calls on me with cheering tone, 
 
 And every hill and tree 
 Lends but one voice, the voice of thee alone. 
 
 Come ! for I need thy love 
 More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain ; 
 
 Come ! like thy holy dove, 
 And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again. 
 
 Yes ! thou wilt visit me ; 
 Xor plant nor tree thine eye delights so well, 
 
 As when from sin set free, 
 Man's spirit comes with thine in peace to dwell. 
 
 Jones Very* 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 21. 
 
 NEW every morning is the love 
 Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 New mercies each returning day, 
 
 Hover around as while we pray ; 
 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 
 
 If on our daily course our mind 
 Be set to hallow ail we find, 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be, 
 As more of heaven in each we see ; 
 Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
 Shall dawn on every cross and care. 
 
 The trivial round, the common task, 
 Will furnish all we need to ask ; 
 Room to deny ourselves, a road 
 To bring us daily nearer God. 
 
 Seek we no more ; content with these, 
 Let present rapture, comfort, ease, 
 As heaven shall bid them, come and go ; — 
 The secret this of rest below. 
 
 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love 
 Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
 John Keblc* 
 
MORNING. 
 
 22. 
 
 TO thank thee, Lord, for this new morn 
 We come before thy face ; 
 Make thou the hours till eventide 
 
 A perfect day of grace. 
 We know, to bless our common life, 
 
 Thou hast a precept given, 
 That w T e, redeemed, should walk on earth 
 As citizens of heaven. 
 
 But Father, well thou know'st that oft 
 
 We find the world too strong ; 
 That powers at deadly war with faith 
 
 Around our pathway throng. 
 When things of sense their claims assert 
 
 With such a royal mien, 
 'Tis hard to keep all homage back 
 
 For majesties unseen. 
 
 Self-hardened towards diviner things, 
 
 Each day men own them less : 
 While through their being steals the plague 
 
 Of utter worldliness. 
 O keep us, Lord, from such a doom ! 
 
 O grant us power and love 
 What lies before us here to do, 
 
 But fix our hearts above. 
 
 Amid the transient make us true 
 
 To that which knows no end ; 
 Let holy thoughts and acts of faith 
 
 With earthly business blend : 
 So shall the beauty of our God 
 
 Beam o'er us all the day ; 
 And this poor handiwork be rich 
 
 In fruits that ne'er decay. 
 
 William Bright, 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 23. 
 
 DEAR Lord ! thou bringest back the morn ; 
 Thy children wake ; thy children pray : 
 O ! make our souls divinely yearn ! 
 Pour thy best beauty on the day ! 
 
 Yes, make our best desire most strong ! 
 O let not sin one hour oppress ; 
 But spread each shining hour along 
 The beauty of thy holiness. 
 
 In myriad gifts streams forth thy love ; 
 What countless joys each minute brings ! 
 But, O ! the cleaving sin remove 
 That darkens all these precious things. 
 
 The thoughts, that in our hearts keep place, 
 Lord, make a holy, heavenly throng ; 
 And steep in innocence and grace 
 The issue of each guarded tongue. 
 
 Lend our slow feet that speed of thine ; 
 Our busy hands from evil stay ; 
 Lord ! help us still to tasks divine — 
 Still keep us in the heavenly way. 
 
 The weaklings plead ; the sinners pray ; 
 But, Lord, thy grace exceeds our sin ; 
 We cannot ask too bright a day ; 
 Too much of thee we cannot win. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. 
 
 24. 
 
 BEGIN the day with God ! 
 He is thy sun and day ; 
 His is the radiance of thy dawn, 
 To him address thy lay. 
 
MORNING. 
 
 Sing a new song at morn ! 
 Join the glad woods and hills ; 
 Join the fresh winds and seas and plains, 
 Join the bright flowers and rills. 
 
 Awake, cold lips, and sing ! 
 Arise, dull knees, and pray ; 
 Lift up, O man, thy heart and eyes ; 
 Brush slothfulness away. 
 
 Cast every weight aside ! 
 Do battle with each sin ; 
 Fight with the faithless world without, 
 The faithless heart within. 
 
 Look up beyond these clouds, 
 Thither thy pathway lies ; 
 Mount up, away, and linger not, 
 Thy goal is yonder skies. 
 
 Hovatius Bonav.* 
 
 25. 
 
 ORD God of morning and of night, 
 We thank thee for the grace of light ; 
 As in the dawn the shadows fly, 
 Thy presence shines on us more nigh. 
 
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 Fresh hopes have waken'd in the heart, 
 Fresh force to take the loftier part ; 
 Thy slumber-balms our strength restore 
 Throughout the day to serve thee more. 
 
 Yet whilst thy will we would pursue, 
 Oft what we would we cannot do ; 
 The sun may stand in zenith skies, 
 But on the soul thick midnight lies. 
 
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THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 O Lord of lights ! 'tis thou alone 
 Canst make our darkened hearts thine own : 
 Though this new day with joy we see, 
 Great dawn of God ! we cry for thee ! 
 
 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; 
 Praise him through time, till time shall end ; 
 Till psalm and song his name adore 
 Through heaven's great day of evermore. 
 
 Francis Turner Palgrave.* 
 
 6. 
 
 LORD of life, thy quickening voice 
 Awakes my morning song ; 
 In gladsome words I would rejoice 
 That I to thee belong. 
 
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 I see thy light, I feel thy wind ! 
 
 Earth is thy uttered word ; 
 Whatever wakes my heart and mind, 
 
 Thy presence is, my Lord. 
 
 Therefore I choose my highest part, 
 
 And turn my face to thee ; 
 Therefore I stir my inmost heart 
 
 To worship fervently. 
 
 Lord, let me live and act this day, 
 
 Still rising from the dead ; 
 Lord, make my spirit good and gay — 
 
 Give me my daily bread. 
 
 Within my heart, speak, Lord, speak on, 
 
 My heart alive to keep 
 Till the night comes, and, labour done, 
 
 In thee I fall asleep. 
 
 George Macdonald. 
 
MORNING. 
 
 27. 
 
 THE morning breaks upon my eyes, 
 Like glimpses of a purer world, — 
 As if the wings of paradise 
 O'er earth were suddenly unfurled. 
 
 1 1 lift the sash and gaze abroad, 
 On the sweet earth, so fair, so bright : 
 I raise my heart to thee, O God, 
 And cry, * I thank thee for the light.' 
 
 Beyond the summer hills lie green, 
 Fringed with their w r ealth of waving trees, 
 That sparkle in the sunny sheen 
 I And tremble in the trembling breeze. 
 
 O God ! I thank thee for each sight 
 Of beauty that thy hand doth give, — 
 For sunny skies, and air, and light ; 
 O God I thank thee that I live ! 
 
 That life I consecrate to thee, 
 And ever as the day is born 
 On wings of joy my soul would flee, 
 And thank thee for another morn ; — 
 
 Another day in which to cast 
 Some silent deed of love abroad, 
 That, greatening as it journeys past, 
 May do some earnest work for God ; — 
 
 Another day to do, to dare ; 
 To tax anew my growing strength ; 
 To arm my soul with faith and prayer ; 
 And so reach heaven and thee at length. 
 
 Mrs. Caroline Mason. 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 28. 
 
 OGOD ! thou art my God alone : 
 Early to thee my soul shall cry — 
 A pilgrim in a land unknown, 
 A thirsty land whose springs are dry. 
 
 More dear than life itself, thy love 
 My heart and tongue shall still employ, 
 And to declare thy truth shall prove 
 My peace, my glory, and my joy. 
 
 In blessing thee with grateful songs 
 My happy life shall glide away, 
 The praise that to thy name belongs 
 With lifted hands I hourly pay. 
 
 Thy name, O God, before I sleep, 
 Dwells on my lips, and fires my thought, 
 Thy presence in the midnight deep 
 Sure comfort to my soul has brought. 
 
 And when I wake at morn, thy love 
 Is sweeter than the light to me ! 
 O, whom have I in heaven above, 
 Or what on earth compared to thee ! 
 
 Therefore awake, my grateful voice ! 
 O happy heart, awake and sing 
 Of God, who bids my heart rejoice 
 Beneath the shadow of his wing. 
 
 Psalm lxiii. enlarged from J, Montgomery, 
 by Stop ford A . Brooke. 
 
 29. 
 
 STILL, still with thee, when purple morning 
 breaketh — 
 When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee ; 
 Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, 
 Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. 
 
MORNING. 
 
 Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, 
 The solemn hush of nature newly born ; 
 
 Alone with thee in breathless adoration, 
 
 In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 
 
 As, in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean 
 The image of the morning star doth rest, 
 
 So, in this stillness, thou beholdest only 
 Thine image in the waters of my breast. 
 
 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, 
 Its closing eye looks up to thee in prayer ; 
 
 Sweet the repose, beneath thy wings o'ershadowing, 
 But sweeter still to wake and find thee there. 
 
 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, 
 When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee ; 
 
 O ! in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning, 
 Shall rise the glorious thought I am with thee ! 
 
 Harriet Beecher Stoive. 
 
 30. 
 
 FOR the dear love that kept us through the night, 
 And gave our senses to sleep's gentle sway, — 
 For the new miracle of dawning light 
 Flushing the east with prophecies of day, 
 We thank thee, O our God ! 
 
 For the fresh life that through our being flows 
 With its full tide to strengthen and to bless — 
 For calm sweet thoughts, upspringing from repose, 
 To bear to thee their song of thankfulness, 
 We praise thee, O our God ! 
 
 Day uttereth speech to day, and night to night 
 Tells of thy power and glory. So would we, 
 Thy children, duly, with the morning light, 
 Or at still eve, upon the bended knee 
 Adore thee, O our God ! 
 
THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 Thou knbw'st our needs, thy fulness will supply, 
 Our blindness, — let thy hand still lead us on, 
 Till, visited by the dayspring from on high, 
 Our prayer, one only, ' Let thy will be done ! ' 
 We breathe to thee, O God ! 
 
 William Henvy Burleigh. 
 
 
 31. 
 
 LORD, on thy returning day, 
 From common labour freed, 
 We are come to sing and pray, 
 
 With felt returning need : 
 Come to seek our former rest, 
 Come to urge our old request. 
 
 Show us, Lord, the goal of life, 
 
 And give us heart to run ; 
 Breathe the peace that follows strife, 
 
 Lest future work we shun : 
 Hearts that hasty time has grieved 
 Are by Sabbath calm relieved. 
 
 We would sing as in the rays 
 
 Of mercy ever bright, 
 Which endureth to thy praise,' 
 
 For ever thy delight : 
 Sing for happiness we know, 
 Or that we may happy grow. 
 
 We would pray as those who stand 
 
 Their truest friend beside, 
 Whom thou takest by the hand 
 
 Into thy light to guide. 
 By thy power, for thy love's sake 
 Fully us thy children make. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch.* 
 
32. 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 1 We are seeking the Lord.' 
 
 O SAINTS of old ! not yours alone 
 These words most high shall be: 
 We take the glory for our own ; 
 Lord ! we are seeking thee. 
 
 Not only when ascends the song, 
 And soundeth sweet the word ; 
 Not only midst the Sabbath throng 
 Our souls would seek the Lord. 
 
 We mingle with another throng 
 And other words we speak : 
 To other business we belong : 
 But still our God we seek. 
 
 We would not to our daily task 
 Without our God repair, 
 But in the world thy presence ask, 
 And seek thy glory there. 
 
 Would we against some wrong be bold 
 And break some yoke abhorred ? 
 Amid the strife and stir behold 
 The seekers of the Lord ! 
 
 When on thy glorious works we gaze, 
 We fain would seek thee there : 
 Our gladness in their beauty raise 
 To joy in thee, First Fair ! 
 
 O everywhere, O every day, 
 
 Thy grace is still outpoured : 
 
 We work, we watch, we strive, we pray : 
 
 Behold thy seekers, Lord ! 
 
 Thomas Hovnbloivev Gill* 
 
33. 
 
 34. 
 
 THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 BEHOLD the sun, that seem'd but now 
 Enthroned overhead, 
 Beginning to decline below 
 
 The globe whereon we tread ; 
 And he, whom yet we look upon 
 
 With comfort and delight, 
 Will quite depart from hence anon, 
 And leave us to the night. 
 
 Thus time, unheeded, steals away 
 
 The life that nature gave ; 
 Thus are our bodies every day 
 
 Declining to the grave : 
 Thus from us all those pleasures fly 
 
 Whereon we set our heart ; 
 And when the night of death draws nigh, 
 
 Thus will they all depart. 
 
 Lord ! though the sun forsake our sight, 
 
 And mortal hopes are vain ; 
 Let still thine everlasting light 
 
 Within our souls remain ! 
 And in the nights of our distress 
 
 Vouchsafe those rays divine, 
 Which from the Sun of Righteousness 
 
 For ever brightly shine. 
 
 George Wither. 
 
 HARK, the evening call to prayer ! 
 Lay we down each earthly care ; 
 Still we every anxious fear, 
 Owning thus that God is here. 
 Father, from our hearts remove 
 Every veil that hides thy love ; 
 Here the spirit's eye unseal, 
 Here thy glory now reveal. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 Send us holy calm within ; 
 Cleanse us from the stains of sin ; 
 Be each heart a sacred shrine, 
 Still and pure, and wholly thine. 
 Kindle, Lord, the altar fire, — 
 May the holy flame aspire ; 
 Thoughts of love and contrite sighs 
 Be our vesper sacrifice ! 
 
 Thomas Hincks* 
 
 35. 
 
 AS darker, darker, fall around 
 The shadows of the night, 
 We gather here, with hymn and prayer, 
 To seek the eternal light. 
 
 Father in heaven, to thee are known 
 
 Our many hopes and fears, 
 Our heavy weight of mortal toil, 
 
 Our bitterness of tears. 
 
 We pray thee for all absent friends, 
 
 Who have been with us here ; 
 And in our secret heart we name 
 
 The distant and the dear. 
 
 For weary eyes, and aching hearts, 
 
 And feet that from thee rove, 
 The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen, 
 
 We pray thee, God of love ! 
 
 We bring to thee our hopes and fears, 
 
 And at thy footstool lay ; 
 And, Father, thou who lovest all, 
 
 Wilt hear us when we pray. 
 
 Hymns of the Spirit. 
 
36. 
 
 THE CALL TO WORSHIP. 
 
 SLOWLY by thy hand unfurled, 
 Down around the weary world 
 Falls the darkness ; O how still 
 Is the working of thy will! 
 
 Mighty Maker ! here am I ; 
 Work in me as silently ; 
 Veil the day's distracting sights, 
 Show me heaven's eternal lights. 
 
 From the darkened sky come forth 
 Countless stars, a wondrous birth : 
 So may gleams of glory dart 
 From this dim abyss, my heart. 
 
 Living worlds to view be brought 
 In the boundless realms of thought ; 
 High and infinite desires, 
 Flaming like those upper fires. 
 
 Holy truth, eternal right, 
 Let them break upon my sight ; 
 Let them shine, serene and still, 
 And with light my being fill. 
 
 Thou who dwellest there, I know, 
 Dwellest here within me too ; 
 May the perfect peace of God 
 Here, as there, be shed abroad. 
 
 Let my life attuned be 
 To the heavenly harmony 
 Which, beyond the power of sound, 
 Fills the universe around. 
 
 William Henry Ftirness. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 37. 
 
 LORD, in this hoi) 7 hour of even, 
 By thine unfailing mercy blest, 
 Our souls we meekly turn to heaven, 
 And calmly on thy bosom rest. 
 
 Through unknown ways thy hand has led us, 
 And smoothed the path beneath our feet ; 
 
 Through frequent gloom thy love has sped us, 
 And made e'en toil and danger sweet. 
 
 And if some cross thy will has sent us, 
 In which the good we see not now, 
 
 O God, may all thy mercies lent us, 
 Constrain our souls in faith to bow. 
 
 O Lord, in thee we seek our gladness, — 
 The fountain of our light thou art ; 
 
 In thee, O God, we hide our sadness, — 
 Thou comfort of the wounded heart. 
 
 From morn to eve thy hand shall guide us, 
 Thy love shall gild the shades of night ; 
 
 And midst the gloom, with thee beside us, 
 We'll rest in peace and wait the light. 
 
 Thomas Hindis, 
 
 38. 
 
 AGAIN, as evening's shadow falls, 
 We gather in these hallowed walls ; 
 And evening hymn and evening prayer 
 Rise mingling on the holy air. 
 
 May struggling hearts that seek release, 
 Here find the rest of God's own peace ; 
 And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer, 
 Lay down the burden and the care. 
 
COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 O God, our light ! to thee we bow ; 
 Within all shadows standest thou : 
 Give deeper calm than night can bring ; 
 Give sweeter songs than lips can sing. 
 
 Life's tumult we must meet again ; 
 We cannot at the shrine remain ; 
 But in the spirit's secret cell 
 May hymn and prayer for ever dwell. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 9. 
 
 THOU to whom, in ancient time, 
 The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, 
 Whom kings adored in songs sublime, 
 And prophets praised with glowing tongue ! 
 
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 Not now on Zion's height alone 
 The favoured worshipper 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. 
 
 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, 
 And strength and beauty, bend the knee, 
 And childhood lisp, with reverent air, 
 Its praises and its prayers to thee. 
 
 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, 
 The lyre of prophet bards was strung ! 
 To thee, at last, in every clime 
 Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 
 
 John Pierpont.* 
 
IN WORSHIP. 
 
 40. 
 
 GOD of my life, and author of my days ! 
 Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ! 
 And, trembling, take upon a mortal tongue 
 That hallowed name to harps of seraphs sung. 
 
 I feel that name my inmost thoughts control, 
 And breathe an awful stillness through my soul : 
 At thy felt presence all emotions cease, 
 And my hushed spirit finds a sudden peace. 
 
 Thine ear is open to the softest cry ; 
 Thy grace descends to meet the lifted eye ; 
 Thou read'st the language of a silent tear, 
 And sighs are incense, from a heart sincere. 
 
 O God ! from earthly bondage set me free ; 
 Still every wish that centres not in thee ; 
 Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets, cease, 
 And point my path to everlasting peace. 
 
 Adapted from Anna Lcetitia Barbaidd* 
 
 41. 
 
 OLORD ! 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. 
 
 For thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 Such ever bring thee where they come, 
 And going, take thee to their home. 
 
 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
 To strengthen faith, and sweeten care : 
 To teach our faint desires to rise, 
 And bring all heaven before our eyes. 
 
 William Cowpe?.* 
 
42. 
 
 43. 
 
 COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 COME, Holy One, in love ; 
 Shed on us from above 
 Thine own bright ray : 
 Divinely good thou art ; 
 Thy sacred gifts impart 
 To gladden each sad heart, 
 O come to-day ! 
 
 Come tend'rest friend, and best, 
 Our most delightful guest, 
 
 With soothing power ; 
 Rest which the weary know, 
 Shade 'mid the noontide glow, 
 Peace when deep griefs o'erflow, 
 
 Cheer us this hour ! 
 
 Come, light serene, and still, 
 Our inmost bosoms fill ; 
 
 Dwell in each breast : 
 We know no dawn but thine ; 
 Send forth thy beams divine 
 On our dark souls to shine, 
 
 And make us blest. 
 Exalt our low desires ; 
 Extinguish passion's fires ; 
 
 Heal every wound : 
 Our stubborn spirits bend, 
 Our icy coldness end, 
 Our devious steps attend, 
 
 While heavenward bound. 
 
 From the Latin of Robert II. of France, 
 997-1031 : tr. Ray Palmer.* 
 
 IN the midst do thou appear, — 
 Lord ! reveal thy presence here. 
 Sanctify us now, and bless ; 
 Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace. 
 
IN WORSHIP. 
 
 While we walk with God in light 
 God our hearts doth still unite ; — 
 Sweetly each with each combined, 
 In the bonds of duty joined. 
 
 Father ! still our faith increase ; 
 Cleanse from all unrighteousness : 
 Thee the unholy cannot see ; 
 Make, O make us meet for thee ! 
 
 Mutual love, the token be, 
 Lord ! that we belong to thee : 
 Only love to us be given ; 
 Lord ! we ask no other heaven. 
 
 Adapted from Charles Wesley,* 
 
 44. 
 
 BREATHE upon this languid flame, 
 Spirit of heavenly might ; 
 Baptize me with the vital flame 
 Of purity and light. 
 
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 Descend like heaven's self-kindled fire 
 
 And burn my sin to dust ; 
 God of my righteousness, inspire 
 
 My soul with hope and trust. 
 
 Spring up within this barren heart, 
 
 Well-spring of life divine ! 
 Love to my feeble will impart : 
 
 Light in my darkness shine. 
 
 O Light and Power ! O Life and Love ! 
 
 Of every good the source ! 
 Blow, rushing Wind of God, above, 
 And speed me on my course. 
 
 Josiah Conder, altered by 
 Stop ford A . Brooke, 
 
COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 45. 
 
 LORD ! when we bend before thy throne, 
 And our confessions pour, 
 Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
 And shun what we deplore. 
 
 Our contrite spirits pitying see, 
 
 And penitence impart ; 
 And let a healing ray from thee 
 
 Beam hope upon the heart. 
 
 When our responsive tongues essay 
 
 Their grateful songs to raise, 
 Grant that our souls may join the lay, 
 
 And rise to thee in praise. 
 
 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 
 
 May we our wills resign, 
 And not a thought our bosoms share, 
 
 Which is not wholly thine. 
 
 Let faith each meek petition fill, 
 
 And waft it to the skies ; 
 And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still 
 
 That grants it or denies. 
 
 Joseph Dacre Carlyle.* 
 
 46. 
 
 GOD is in his holy temple : 
 Earthly thoughts be silent now, 
 While with reverence we assemble, 
 
 And before his presence bow. 
 He is with us now and ever, 
 
 When we call upon his name, 
 Aiding every good endeavour, 
 Guiding every upward aim, 
 
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 IN WORSHIP. 
 
 God is in his holy temple, — 
 
 In the pure and holy mind ; 
 In the reverent heart and simple ; 
 
 In the soul from sense refined : 
 Then let every low emotion 
 
 Banished far and silent be, 
 And our souls in pure devotion, 
 
 Lord, be temples worthy thee. 
 
 Hymns of the Spirit. 
 
 k OME, immortal Lord of gladness ! 
 From the immeasurable height 
 Scatter all our sin and sadness, 
 
 Move upon our hearts in light ! 
 All-pervading God, whose love 
 Joins us here with those above, 
 Make us now thy new creation, 
 Sanctify this congregation. 
 
 Come and bring with thee thy treasure ! 
 
 Love and meekness, joy and peace, 
 Gentleness that knows no measure, 
 
 Truths that cumbered hearts release, 
 Purity, and faith in right, 
 Thirst for holiness, and light. 
 
 Hear our contrite supplication, 
 
 Arm for life this congregation. 
 
 Come, abide in us for ever ; 
 
 Build thy city in our heart 
 On thy righteousness, and never 
 
 From its citadel depart. 
 Fill us with thy holy awe, 
 Make us prophets of thy law ; 
 
 Worthy of our high vocation 
 
 In the world's great congregation. 
 
 Stopford A, Brooke,* 
 
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COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 48. 
 
 FATHER, in thy mysterious presence kneeling, 
 Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling 
 love ; 
 For we are weak, and need some deep revealing 
 Of trust and strength and calmness from above. 
 
 Lord we have wandered forth through doubt and 
 sorrow, 
 
 And thou hast made each step an onward one ; 
 And we will ever trust each unknown morrow, — 
 
 Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 
 
 In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy 
 Abides ; and when pain seems to have its will, 
 
 Or we despair, O, may that peace rise slowly, 
 Stronger than agony, and we be still ! 
 
 Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling, 
 Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love : 
 
 Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing 
 Of trust and strength and calmness from above. 
 
 Samuel Johnson. 
 
 49. 
 
 SPIRIT of grace, and health, and power ; 
 Fountain of light and love below ! 
 Abroad thy healing influence shower ; 
 On all thy servants let it flow. 
 
 Inflame our hearts with perfect love ; 
 
 In us the work of faith fulfil : 
 So not heaven's host shall swifter move, 
 
 Than we on earth to do thy will. 
 
 Father ! 'tis thine each day to yield 
 Thy children's wants a fresh supply ; 
 
 Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field, 
 And hearest the young ravens cry. 
 
IN WORSHIP. 
 
 On thee we cast our care ; we live 
 
 Through thee who know'st our every need : 
 
 O feed us with thy grace, and give 
 Our souls this day the living bread ! 
 
 Giver and Lord of life, whose power 
 And guardian care for all are free, 
 
 To thee in fierce temptation's hour 
 From sin and evil let us flee. 
 
 Thine, Lord, we are, and ours thou art, 
 In us be all thy goodness showed ; 
 
 Renew, enlarge, and fill our heart, 
 
 With peace, and joy, and heaven, and God. 
 
 John Wesley. 
 
 50. 
 
 THIRSTING for a living spring, 
 Seeking for a higher home ; 
 Resting where our souls must cling, 
 Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come. 
 
 Glorious hopes our spirits fill, 
 
 When we feel that thou art near ; 
 
 Father ! then our fears are still, 
 Then the soul's bright end is clear. 
 
 Life's hard conflict we w T ould win, 
 Read the meaning of life's frown ; 
 
 Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin 
 For the spirit's starry crown. 
 
 Make us beautiful within, 
 
 By thy spirit's holy light ; 
 Guard us when our faith burns dim, 
 
 Father of all love and might ! 
 
 Frank P. Appleton. 
 
COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 51. 
 
 SPIRIT divine ! attend our prayer, 
 And make our hearts thy home ; 
 Descend with all thy gracious power ; 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 
 
 Come as the light ! to waiting minds 
 
 That long the truth to know, 
 Reveal the narrow path of right, 
 
 The way of duty show. 
 
 Come as the fire ! enkindle now 
 
 The sacrificial flame, 
 That our whole souls an offering be, 
 
 In love's redeeming name. 
 
 Come as the dew ! on hearts that pine 
 
 Descend in this still hour, 
 Till every barren place shall own 
 
 With joy thy quickening power. 
 
 Come as the wind ! sweep clean away 
 
 What dead within us lies, 
 And search and freshen all our souls 
 
 With living energies. 
 
 Andrew Reed, alt. 5. Longfellow. 
 
 52. 
 
 SOVEREIGN and transforming grace, 
 We invoke thy quick'ning power ; 
 Reign the spirit of this place, 
 Bless the purpose of this hour. 
 
 Holy and creative light ! 
 
 We invoke thy kindling ray ; 
 Dawn upon our spirits' night, 
 
 Turn our darkness into day. 
 
IN WORSHIP. 
 
 To the anxious soul impart 
 
 Hope all other hopes above ; 
 Stir the dull and hardened heart 
 
 With a longing and a love. 
 
 Give the struggling peace for strife, 
 Give the doubting light for gloom ; 
 
 Speed the living into life, 
 
 Warn the dying of their doom. 
 
 Work in all ; in all renew 
 
 Day by day the life divine ; 
 All our wills to thee subdue, 
 
 All our hearts to thee incline. 
 
 Frederic Henry Hedge, 
 
 53. 
 
 OLIFE that makest all things new, — 
 The blooming earth, the thoughts of 
 men, — 
 Our pilgrim feet, wet with thy dew, 
 In gladness hither turn again. 
 
 From hand to hand the greeting flows 
 From eye to eye the signals run, 
 From heart to heart the bright hope glows, 
 The lovers of the light are one : 
 
 One in the freedom of the truth, 
 One in the joy of paths untrod, 
 One in the soul's perennial youth, 
 One in the larger thought of God : 
 
 The freer step, the fuller breath, 
 The wide horizon's grander view, 
 The sense of life that knows no death, — 
 The life that maketh all things new ! 
 
 Samuel Longellow. 
 
COMMUNION OF THE SPIRIT 
 
 54. 
 
 O FATHER ! though the anxious fear 
 May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way, 
 Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here ; 
 All shall be thine at least to-day. 
 
 We will not bring divided hearts 
 To worship at thy sacred shrine ; 
 But each unholy thought departs, 
 And leaves the temple wholly thine. 
 
 O Father ! God below, above ! 
 Man's noblest work is praising thee; 
 Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move, 
 And tune them all to harmony. 
 
 Emily Taylor. 
 
 55. 
 
 WHERE ancient forests widely spread, 
 Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall ; 
 On the lone mountain's silent head, 
 There are thy temples, God of all ! 
 
 Beneath the dark blue midnight arch, 
 Whence myriad suns pour down their rays ; 
 Where planets trace their ceaseless march, 
 Father ! we worship as we gaze. 
 
 The tombs thine altars are, for there, 
 When earthly loves and hopes have fled, 
 To thee ascends the spirit's prayer, 
 Thou God of the immortal dead ! 
 
 All space is holy, for all space 
 Is filled by thee : but human thought 
 Burns clearer in some chosen place, 
 Where thy own words of love are taught. 
 
IN WORSHIP. 
 
 Here be they taught : and may we know 
 That faith thy servants knew of old, 
 Which onward bears through weal or woe, 
 Till death the gates of heaven unfold. 
 
 Nor we alone : may those whose brow 
 Shows yet no trace of human cares, 
 Hereafter stand where we do now, 
 And raise to thee still holier prayers. 
 
 Andrews Norton. 
 
 56. 
 
 THOU whose spirit witness bears 
 Within our spirits free 
 That we thy children are and heirs 
 Of thine eternity, — 
 
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 Here may this simple faith sublime 
 
 O'erarch us like the sky ; 
 Secure below the drift of time 
 
 Its firm foundations lie. 
 
 Our thought o'erflows each written scroll, 
 
 Our systems rise and fall ; 
 The life of God within the soul 
 
 Lives and outlasts them all. 
 
 Here may that witness clearer grow 
 
 Each waiting heart within, 
 The way of filial duty show, 
 
 And glad obedience win. 
 
 Here be life's sorrows sanctified, 
 
 Here truth its radiance pour ; 
 While hope and faith and love abide, 
 
 Forever more and more. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 57. 
 
 Melius scitur nesciendo. — Augustine. 
 
 OTHOU, the One Supreme o'er all, 
 For by what other name 
 May we upon thy greatness call, 
 Or celebrate thy fame ? 
 
 Unuttered thou ! all uttered things 
 Have had their birth from thee : 
 
 The One unknown ! from thee the springs 
 Of all we know and see. 
 
 Mindful and mindless, all things yield 
 
 To thy parental sway : 
 For thou to all art life and shield ; 
 
 They honour and obey. 
 
 For round thee centre all the woes 
 
 Of night and darkling day, 
 The common wants and common throes ; 
 
 And all to thee do pray. 
 
 And all things as they move along 
 
 In order fixed by thee, 
 Thy watchword heed, in silent song 
 
 Hymning thy majesty. 
 
 And lo ! all things abide in thee, 
 And through the complex whole, 
 
 Thou spread'st thine own divinity, 
 Thyself of all the goal. 
 
 O thou, the One Supreme o'er all ! 
 
 For by what other name 
 May we upon thy greatness call, 
 
 Or celebrate thy fame ? 
 
 Gregory Nazianzen, tr. A . W. Chatjield. 
 
IN LIGHT AND TRUTH. 
 
 58. 
 
 LORD, of all being ! throned afar, 
 Thy glory flames from sun and star, 
 Centre and soul of every sphere, 
 Yet to each loving heart how near ! 
 
 Sun of our life ! thy quickening ray 
 Sheds on our path the glow of day : 
 Star of our hope ! thy softened light 
 Cheers the long watches of the night. 
 
 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn, 
 Our noontide is thy gracious dawn, 
 Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign, 
 All save the clouds of sin are thine ! 
 
 Lord of all life, below, above, 
 
 Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love : 
 
 Before thy ever-blazing throne 
 
 We ask no lustre of our own. 
 
 Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for thee : 
 Till all thy living altars claim 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame. 
 
 Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
 
 59. 
 
 GOD ! thy power is wonderful, 
 Thy glory passing bright ; 
 Thy wisdom, w T ith its deep on deep, 
 A rapture to the sight. 
 
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 Thy justice is the gladdest thing 
 
 Creation can behold ; 
 Thy tenderness so meek, it wins 
 
 The guilty to be bold. 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 Yet more than all, and evermore, 
 
 Should we thy creatures bless, 
 Most worshipful of attributes, 
 
 Thine awful holiness. 
 
 I see thee in the eternal years 
 
 In glory all alone, 
 Ere round thine uncreated fires 
 
 Created light had shone. 
 
 All things that have been, all that are, 
 
 All things that can be dreamed, 
 All possible creations, made, 
 
 Kept faithful, or redeemed, — 
 
 All these may draw upon thy power, 
 
 Thy mercy may command ; 
 And still outflows thy silent sea, 
 
 Immutable and grand. 
 
 Frederick William Faber.* 
 
 60. 
 
 GOD, in whom we live and move, 
 Thy love is law, thy law is love ; 
 Thy present spirit waits to fill 
 The soul which comes to do thy will. 
 
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 Unto thy children's spirits teach 
 Thy love beyond the power of speech ; 
 And make them know with joyful awe, 
 The encircling presence of thy law. 
 
 That law doth give to truth and right, 
 Howe'er despised, a conquering might, 
 And makes each fondly- worshipped lie 
 And boasting wrong, to cower and die. 
 
IN LAW AND LOVE. 
 
 Its patient working doth fulfil 
 Man's hope and God's all-perfect will, 
 Nor suffers one true word or thought 
 Or deed of love to come to nought. 
 
 Such faith, O God, our spirits fill, 
 That we may work in patience still ; 
 Who works for justice works with thee, 
 Who works in love thy child shall be. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 61. 
 
 OTHOU, in all thy might so far, 
 In all thy love so near, 
 Beyond the range of sun and star, 
 And yet beside us here, — 
 
 What heart can comprehend thy name, 
 
 Or, searching, find thee out, 
 Who art within, a quickening flame, 
 
 A presence round about ? 
 
 Yet though I know thee but in part, 
 
 I ask not, Lord, for more : 
 Enough for me to know thou art, 
 
 To love thee and adore. 
 
 O sweeter than aught else besides, 
 
 The tender mystery 
 That like a veil of shadow hides 
 
 The light I may not see ! 
 
 And dearer than all things I know 
 
 Is childlike faith to me, 
 That makes the darkest way I go 
 
 An open path to thee. 
 
 F. L. Hosmer. 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 62. 
 
 FOUNTAIN of light and living breath, 
 Whose mercies never fail nor fade ! 
 Fill me with life that hath no death, 
 Fill me with light that hath no shade, 
 Appoint the remnant of my days 
 To see thy power, and sing thy praise. 
 
 Lord God of gods, before whose throne 
 Stand storms and fire ! O what shall we 
 Return to heaven that is our own, 
 When all the world belongs to thee ? 
 We have no offering to impart 
 But praises and a wounded heart. 
 
 Great God, whose kingdom hath no end, 
 Into whose secrets none can dive, 
 Whose mercy none can apprehend, 
 Whose justice none can feel, and live ; 
 What my dull heart cannot aspire 
 To know, Lord teach me to admire. 
 
 John Quarks * 1651. 
 
 63. 
 
 MY God, my king, thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
 Till death, and glory, raise the song. 
 
 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
 Thy righteousness shall be my theme ; 
 Thy bounty flows an endless stream ; 
 Thy mercy swift, thy judgment slow, 
 Thy kindness more than we can know. 
 
UNSEARCHABLE. 
 
 Let distant times and nations raise 
 The long succession of thy praise ; 
 And unborn ages make my song 
 The joy and labour of their tongue. 
 
 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; 
 V»ast and unsearchable thy w r ays ; 
 Vast and immortal be thy praise. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 64. 
 
 O SOURCE divine, and life of all, 
 The fount of being's fearful sea ! 
 Thy depth would every heart appal, 
 That saw not love supreme in thee. 
 
 We shrink before thy vast abyss, 
 Where worlds on worlds eternal brood : 
 We know thee truly but in this, — 
 That thou bestowest all our good. 
 
 And so, 'mid boundless time and space, 
 O grant us still in thee to dwell, 
 And through the ceaseless web to trace 
 Thy presence working all things well ! 
 
 Nor let thou life's delightful play 
 Thy truth's transcendent vision hide ; 
 Nor strength and gladness lead astray 
 From thee our nature's only guide. 
 
 Bestow on every joyous thrill 
 Thy deeper tone of reverent awe ; 
 Make pure thy children's erring will, 
 And teach their hearts to love thy law. 
 
 John Sterling .* 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 65. 
 
 V I MS not for aught myself may gain 
 J- I seek thy mercy seat : — 
 
 But rather that I daily may 
 Thy glorious name repeat. 
 
 I love to tell thy glory forth 
 And speak of thy great name, 
 
 That others too may own thee Lord, 
 From age to age the same. 
 
 The more I see that thou art all, 
 
 And I myself am naught, 
 The more I understand the love 
 
 That hath thy children sought. 
 
 In all I am, in all I do, 
 
 One thought shall be my guide, 
 
 That thou art Lord, and only thou, 
 There can be none beside. 
 
 Then all my work in life, or death, 
 As thou dost strength afford, 
 
 Shall be to show thy glory forth, 
 Thou ever-glorious Lord. 
 
 John Sharp.* 
 
 66. 
 
 THOU life within my life, than self more dear, 
 Thou veiled presence infinitely near, 
 From all my nameless weariness I flee 
 To find my centre and my rest in thee. 
 
 Below all depths thy saving mercy lies, 
 Through thickest gloom I see thy light arise, 
 Above the highest heaven thou art not found 
 More surely than within this earthly round. 
 
IN COMMON THINGS. 
 
 Take part with me against those doubts that rise 
 And seek to throne thee far in distant skies ! 
 Take part with me against this self that dares 
 Assume the burden of these sins and cares ! 
 
 How can I call thee who art always here, — 
 How shall I praise thee who art still most dear, — 
 What may I give thee save what thou hast given, — 
 And whom but thee have I in earth or heaven ? 
 
 Eliza Scuddev. 
 
 67. 
 
 WE pray no more, made lowly wise, 
 For miracle and sign ; 
 Anoint our eyes to see within 
 The common, the divine. 
 
 ' Lo here, lo there,' no more we cry, 
 
 Dividing with our call 
 The mantle of thy presence, Lord, 
 
 That seamless covers all. 
 
 We turn from seeking thee afar 
 
 And in unwonted ways, 
 To build from out our daily lives 
 
 The temples of thy praise. 
 
 And if thy casual comings, Lord, 
 
 To hearts of old were dear, 
 What joy shall dwell within the faith 
 
 That feels thee ever near ! 
 
 And nobler yet shall duty grow T , 
 
 And more shall worship be, 
 When thou art found in all our life, 
 
 And all our life in thee. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer, 
 
68. 
 
 THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 LET us with a gladsome mind, 
 Praise the Lord, for he is kind : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Who by his wisdom did create 
 The painted heavens so full of state : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Who did the solid earth ordain 
 To rise above the watery plain : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Who, by his all-commanding might, 
 Did fill the new-made earth with light : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 And caused the golden-tressed sun, 
 All the day long his course to run : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 The horned moon to shine by night, 
 Amongst her spangled sisters bright : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 All living creatures he doth feed, 
 And with full hand supplies their need : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 Let us therefore warble forth 
 His high majesty and worth : 
 For his mercies aye endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 John Milton* 
 
 69. 
 
 "EAVEN and earth and sea and air, 
 Still their Maker's praise declare ; 
 Thou, my soul, as loudly sing, 
 To thy God thy praises bring. 
 
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 See the sun, his power awakes, 
 As through clouds his glory breaks ; 
 See the moon and stars of light, 
 Praising God in stillest night. 
 
 See how God this rolling globe 
 Swathes with beauty like a robe ; 
 Forests, fields, and living things 
 Each its Maker's glory sings. 
 
 Through the air thy praises meet, 
 Birds are singing clear and sweet ; 
 Fire, and storm, and wind, thy will 
 As thy ministers fulfil. 
 
 The ocean waves thy glory tell, 
 At thy touch they sink and swell, 
 From the well-spring to the sea, 
 Rivers murmur, Lord, of thee. 
 
 Ah ! my God, what wonders lie 
 Hid in thy infinity ! 
 Stamp upon my inmost heart 
 What I am, and what thou art. 
 
 Joachim Neander, 1680, tr. J. D. Burns, 
 
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70. 
 
 THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 HARK, my soul, how everything 
 Strives to serve our bounteous King : 
 Each a double tribute pays, 
 Sings its part, and then obeys. 
 
 Nature's chief and sweetest quire 
 Him with sweetest notes admire ; 
 Chanting every day their lauds, 
 While the grove their song applauds. 
 
 Though their voices lower be, 
 Streams have, too, their melody ; 
 Night and day they warbling run, 
 Never pause, but still sing on. 
 
 All the flowers that gild the spring 
 Hither their still music bring ; 
 If heaven bless them, thankful they 
 Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 
 
 Only we can scarce afford 
 This short office to our Lord ; 
 We, on whom his bounty flows, 
 All things gives, and nothing owes. 
 
 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, 
 Wake, and gladly sing thy part ; 
 Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, 
 How to use thy nobler powers. 
 
 Call whole nature to thy aid, 
 Since 'twas he whole nature made ; 
 Join in one eternal song, 
 Who to one God all belong. 
 
 John Austin.* 
 
IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 71. 
 
 REJOICE ! the Lord is King : 
 Your Lord and King adore ; 
 Mortals ! give thanks and sing, 
 And triumph evermore : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 
 
 His wintry north-winds blow, 
 Loud tempests rush amain ; 
 Yet his thick showers of snow 
 Defend the infant grain : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 
 
 He wakes the genial spring, 
 
 Perfumes the balmy air ; 
 The vales their tribute bring, 
 The promise of the year : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 
 
 He leads the circling year ; 
 
 His flocks the hills adorn ; 
 He fills the golden ear, 
 
 And loads the field with corn : 
 O happy mortals ! raise your voice ; 
 Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 
 
 Lead on your fleeting train, 
 
 Ye years, and months, and days ! 
 O bring the eternal reign 
 
 Of love, and joy, and praise : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 
 
 John Taylor.* 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 72. 
 
 THE spacious firmament on high, 
 With all the blue ethereal sky, 
 And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
 Their great Original proclaim. 
 The unwearied sun from day to day, 
 Doth his Creator's powers display ; 
 And publishes to every land 
 The work of an almighty hand. 
 
 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
 And nightly, to the listening earth, 
 Repeats the story of her birth ; 
 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 What though, in solemn silence, all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; 
 What though nor real voice, nor sound 
 Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; 
 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
 For ever singing as they shine, 
 * The hand that made us is divine.' 
 
 Joseph Addison. 
 
 73. 
 
 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 ; 
 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; 
 
 Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; 
 Laws which never can be broken, 
 For their guidance he hath made. 
 
74. 
 
 IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious, 
 
 Never shall his promise fail ; 
 God hath made his saints victorious, 
 
 Sin and death shall not prevail ; 
 Praise the God of our salvation, 
 
 Hosts on high ! his power proclaim ; 
 Heaven and earth and all creation ! 
 
 Praise and magnify his name. 
 
 Unknown.* 
 
 I SING the almighty power of God, 
 That made the mountains rise, 
 That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
 And built the lofty skies. 
 
 I sing the wisdom that ordained 
 
 The sun to rule the day ; 
 The moon shines full at his command, 
 
 And all the stars obey. 
 
 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 
 
 That filled the earth with food ; 
 He formed the creatures with his word, 
 
 And then pronounced them good. 
 
 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 
 
 Where'er I turn mine eye ; 
 If I survey the ground I tread, 
 
 Or gaze upon the sky ! 
 
 There's not a plant or flower below 
 
 But makes thy glories known ; 
 And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
 
 By order from thy throne. 
 
 His hand is my perpetual guard ; 
 
 He keeps me with his eye ; 
 Why should I then forget the Lord, 
 
 Who is for ever nigh ? 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 75. 
 
 ANGELS holy, 
 High and lowly, 
 Sing the praises of the Lord ! 
 Earth and sky, all living nature, 
 Man, the stamp of thy Creator, 
 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
 Sun and moon bright, 
 
 Night and noonlight, 
 
 Starry temples azure-floored, 
 
 Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness, 
 
 Breeze that floats with genial gladness, 
 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
 Ocean hoary, 
 Tell his glory : 
 Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared ! 
 Pulse of waters, blithely beating, 
 Wave advancing, wave retreating, 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
 Rock and highland, 
 Wood and island, 
 Crag where eagle's pride hath soared, 
 Mighty mountains, purple-breasted, 
 Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested, 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
 Rolling river, 
 Praise him ever, 
 From the mountain's deep vein poured, 
 Silver fountain, clearly gushing, 
 Troubled torrent, madly rushing, 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
76. 
 
 IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 Bond and free man, 
 Land and sea man, 
 Earth, with peoples widely stored, 
 Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample, 
 Full-voiced choir in costly temple, 
 Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! 
 
 Praise him ever, 
 Bounteous giver ; 
 Praise him, Father, Friend and Lord! 
 Each glad soul its free course winging, 
 Each glad voice its free song singing, 
 Praise the great and mighty Lord ! 
 
 John Stuart Blackie, 
 
 FOR the beauty of the earth, 
 For the beauty of the skies, 
 For the love which from our birth 
 
 Over and around us lies ; 
 Father, unto thee we raise 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 For the beauty of each hour 
 
 Of the day and of the night, 
 Hill and vale, and tree and flower, 
 
 Sun and moon, and stars of light ; 
 Father, unto thee we raise 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 For the joy of ear and eye, 
 
 For the heart and mind's delight, 
 
 For the mystic harmony 
 
 Linking sense to sound and sight ; 
 
 Father, unto thee we raise 
 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
77. 
 
 THE GLORY OF GOD 
 
 For the joy of human love, 
 
 Brother, sister, parent, child, 
 Friends on earth, and friends above, 
 
 For all gentle thoughts and mild ; 
 Father unto thee we raise 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 For each perfect gift of thine 
 
 To our race so freely given, 
 Graces human and divine, 
 
 Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven ; 
 Father unto thee we raise 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 For thy Church that evermore 
 
 Lifteth holy hands above, 
 Offering up on every shore 
 
 Its pure sacrifice of love ; 
 Father, unto thee we raise 
 This, our sacrifice of praise. 
 
 Foliott Sandford Pierpoint.* 
 
 LET the whole creation cry 
 Glory to the Lord on high ! 
 Heaven and earth, awake and sing — 
 ' God is good, and therefore king.' 
 
 Praise him, all ye hosts above, 
 Ever bright and fair in love ! 
 Sun and moon, uplift your voice, 
 Night and stars, in God rejoice. 
 
 Chant his honour, ocean fair ! 
 Earth, soft rushing through the air, 
 Sunshine, darkness, cloud and storm, 
 Rain and snow his praise perform. 
 
IN HIS WORKS. 
 
 All the elemental powers, 
 Forests, plains, and secret bowers, 
 Mountains, valleys clap your hands ! 
 Rivers, praise him in all lands. 
 
 Let the blossoms of the earth 
 Join the universal mirth ; 
 Birds, with morn and dew elate, 
 Sing with joy at heaven's gate. 
 
 Beasts, that dwell in field and wood, 
 Fish, that cleave the wandering flood, 
 Insects, and all creeping things, 
 Praise the mighty King of kings. 
 
 Warriors fighting for the Lord, 
 Prophets burning with his word, 
 Those to whom the arts belong, 
 Add their voices to the song. 
 
 Kings of knowledge and of law, 
 To the glorious circle draw ; 
 All who work, and all who wait, 
 Sing, ' the Lord is good and great.' 
 
 Men and women, young and old, 
 Raise the anthem manifold ; 
 And let children's happy hearts 
 In this worship bear their parts. 
 
 From the north to southern pole 
 Let the mighty chorus roll — 
 Holy, Holy, Holy One, 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 
 Stopfovd A . Brooke. 
 
THE PRESENCE OF GOD 
 
 78. 
 
 THERE is a book, who runs may read, 
 That heavenly truth imparts, 
 And all the lore its scholars need, — 
 Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
 
 The works of God above, below, 
 
 Within us and around, 
 Are pages in that book, to show 
 
 How God himself is found. 
 
 The glorious sky embracing all 
 
 Is like the Maker's love, 
 Wherewith encompass'd, great and small 
 
 In peace and order move. 
 
 The dew of heaven is like thy grace, 
 
 It steals in silence down : 
 But where it lights, the favoured place 
 
 By richest fruits is known. 
 
 The raging fire, the roaring wind, 
 
 Thy boundless power display ; 
 But in the gentler breeze we find 
 
 Thy spirit's viewless way. 
 
 Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin 
 
 Forbids us to descry 
 The mystic heaven and earth within, 
 
 Plain as the sea and sky. 
 
 Thou who hast given me eyes to see 
 
 And love this sight so fair, 
 Give me a heart to find out thee, 
 
 And read thee everywhere. 
 
 John Ktble.* 
 
WITHOUT AND WITHIN. 
 
 79. 
 
 GO not, my soul, in search of him, 
 Thou wilt not find him there, — 
 Or in the depths of shadow dim, 
 Or heights of upper air. 
 
 For not in far-off realms of space 
 
 The Spirit hath its throne ; 
 In every heart it findeth place 
 
 And waiteth to be known. 
 
 Thought answereth alone to thought, 
 
 And soul with soul hath kin ; 
 The outward God he findeth not 
 
 Who finds not God within. 
 
 And if the vision come to thee 
 
 Revealed by inward sign, 
 Earth will be full of Deity 
 
 And with his glory shine ! 
 
 Thou shalt not want for company, 
 
 Nor pitch thy tent alone ; 
 Th' indwelling God will go with thee 
 
 And show thee of his own. 
 
 O gift of gifts, O grace of grace, 
 
 That God should condescend 
 To make thy heart his dwelling-place 
 
 And be thy daily Friend ! 
 
 Then go not thou in search of him, 
 
 But to thyself repair ; 
 Wait thou within the silence dim, 
 
 And thou shalt find him there ! 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
80. 
 
 81. 
 
 THE PRESENCE OF GOD 
 
 WHERE is your God ? ' they say : 
 Answer them, Lord most holy ! 
 Reveal thy secret way 
 Of visiting the lowly : 
 
 Not wrapped in moving cloud, 
 Or nightly-resting fire ; 
 But veiled within the shroud 
 Of silent high desire. 
 
 Come not in flashing storm 
 Or bursting frown of thunder : 
 
 Come in the viewless form 
 Of wakening love and wonder ; — 
 
 Of duty grown divine, 
 
 The restless spirit, still ; 
 
 Of sorrows taught to shine, 
 
 As shadows of thy will. 
 
 O God ! the pure alone, — 
 E'en in their deep confessing, — 
 
 Can see thee as their own, 
 And find the perfect blessing : 
 
 Yet to each waiting soul 
 
 Speak in thy still small voice, 
 
 Till broken love's made whole, 
 
 And saddened hearts rejoice. 
 
 James Martineau. 
 
 OGOD ! beyond that boundless sea, 
 Above that dome of sky, 
 Further than thought itself can flee, 
 
 Thy dwelling is on high : 
 Yet dear the awful thought to me, 
 That thou, my God ! art nigh. 
 
WITHOUT AND WITHIN. 
 
 Thou 'rt nigh, and yet my labouring mind 
 
 Feels after thee in vain : 
 Thy herald is the stormy wind, 
 
 Thy path the watery plain : 
 But thee in tempests who can find, 
 
 Or in the trackless main ? 
 
 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll 
 
 Through the wide fields of air : 
 The waves obey thy dread control ; 
 
 Yet still thou art not there. 
 Where shall I find him, O my soul ! 
 
 Who yet is everywhere ? 
 
 O not in circling depth or height, 
 
 But in the conscious breast, 
 Present to faith, though veiled from sight, 
 
 There doth his spirit rest. 
 O come, thou Presence infinite ! 
 
 And make thy creature blest. 
 
 Josiah Conder.* 
 
 82. 
 
 FATHER, thy wonders do not singly stand, 
 Nor far removed where feet have seldom 
 strayed : 
 Around us ever lies the enchanted land, 
 In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed. 
 
 In finding thee are all things round us found, 
 In losing thee are all things lost beside : 
 Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound, 
 And to our eyes the vision is denied. 
 
 Open our eyes that we that world may see ! 
 Open our ears that we thy voice may hear ! 
 And in the spirit-land may ever be, 
 And feel thy presence with us always near ; 
 
THE PRESENCE OF GOD 
 
 No more to wander 'mid the things of time, 
 No more to suffer death or earthly change ; 
 But with the Christian's joy and faith sublime, 
 Through all thy vast eternal scenes to range. 
 
 Jones Very.* 
 
 83. 
 
 OTHE silences of heaven, 
 How they speak to me of God, 
 Now the veil in twain is riven 
 
 That concealed where he abode. 
 Yet its clouds were once around him, 
 
 And I sought him in despair, 
 And never there I found him, 
 
 Till I brought him with me there. 
 
 Never till his love hath found thee, 
 
 Shall the cloud and mist depart ; 
 Vain to seek him all around thee, 
 
 Till he dwell within thy heart. 
 Not without thee, but within thee 
 
 Must the oracle be heard, 
 As he seeketh still to win thee, 
 
 And to guide thee by his word. 
 
 When I found him in my bosom, 
 
 Then I found him everywhere, 
 In the bud and in the blossom, 
 
 In the earth and in the air ; 
 And he spake to me with clearness 
 
 From the silent stars that say, 
 As ye find him in his nearness, 
 
 Ye shall find him far away. 
 
 Walter C. Smith* 
 
WITHOUT AND WITHIN. 
 
 84. 
 
 GOD of the earth, the sky, the sea ! 
 Maker of all above, below ! 
 Creation lives and moves in thee, 
 
 Thy present life through all doth flow. 
 Thee in the lonely woods we meet, 
 
 On the bare hills or cultured plains, 
 In every flower beneath our feet, 
 
 And e'en the still rock's mossy stains. 
 
 Thy love is in the sunshine's glow, 
 
 Thy life is in the quickening air ; 
 When lightnings flash and storm-winds blow, 
 
 There is thy power ; thy law is there. 
 We feel thy calm at evening's hour, 
 
 Thy grandeur in the march of night ; 
 And, w r hen the morning breaks in power, 
 
 We hear thy word, ' Let there be light ! ' 
 
 But higher far, and far more clear, 
 
 Thee in man's spirit we behold ; 
 Thine image and thyself are there, — 
 
 Th' indwelling God, proclaimed of old. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 85. 
 
 T TOUSE of our God, with cheerful anthems 
 
 ■LJ- ring, 
 
 While all our lips and hearts his goodness sing : 
 
 With sacred joy his wondrous deeds proclaim ; 
 
 Let every tongue be vocal with his name. 
 The Lord is good, his mercy never-ending ; 
 His blessings in perpetual show T ers descending. 
 
 His mercy never ends ; the dawn, the shade 
 Still see new bounties through new scenes display'd ; 
 Succeeding ages bless the sure abode, 
 And children lean upon their fathers' God. 
 The deathless soul, thro' its immense duration, 
 Drinks from this source immortal consolation, 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 And midst the affluence of his lesser gifts, 
 The heart its sweetest song of praise uplifts, 
 For him who came to show the blessed way 
 Leading from darkness to the perfect day : 
 Light of the world, our night's long gloom dispelling: 
 Gift of God's love ! all other gifts excelling ! 
 
 Burst into praise, my soul ! all nature join ; 
 Angels and men in harmony combine : 
 While human years are measured by the sun, 
 Yea, while eternity its course shall run, 
 His goodness in perpetual showers descending, 
 Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending. 
 
 Philip Doddridge.* 
 
 86. 
 
 A VOICE by Jordan's shore, 
 A summons stern and clear : — 
 ' Repent, be just, and sin no more ! 
 God's judgment draweth near.' 
 
 A voice by Galilee, 
 
 A holier voice I hear : — 
 ' Love God ! thy neighbour love ; for see, 
 
 God's mercy draweth near.' 
 
 O voice of duty, still 
 
 Speak forth, I hear with awe ; 
 In thee I own the sovereign will, 
 
 Obey the sovereign law. 
 
 Thou higher voice of love, 
 
 Yet speak thy word in me ; 
 Through duty let me upward move 
 
 To thy pure liberty ! 
 
 Samuel Longfellow, 
 
87. 
 
 ADVENT. 
 
 RECEIVE Messiah gladly, 
 And lift the downcast eyes ; 
 Ye people, speak not sadly ; 
 He makes the fallen rise : 
 In all your habitations, 
 
 Complaint and crying cease ; 
 The long desire of nations 
 Brings everlasting peace. 
 
 He comes, with succour 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, in bondage lying, 
 
 Were precious in his sight. 
 
 He shall come down like showers 
 
 Upon the fruitful earth ; 
 And joy and hope, like flowers, 
 
 Spring in his path to birth. 
 Before him, on the mountains, 
 
 Shall peace, the herald, go, 
 And righteousness, in fountains, 
 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 The mountain dew shall nourish 
 
 A seed in weakness sown, 
 Whose fruit shall spread and flourish 
 
 And shake like Lebanon. 
 For he shall have dominion 
 
 O'er river, sea, and shore, 
 Far as the eagle's pinion, 
 
 Or dove's light wing can soar. 
 
 Arranged from James Montgomery * 
 
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CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 88. 
 
 IT came upon the midnight clear, 
 That glorious song of old, 
 From angels bending near the earth, 
 
 To touch their harps of gold : — 
 ' Peace to the earth, goodwill to men 
 From heaven's all-gracious King ! ' 
 The world in solemn stillness lay 
 To hear the angels sing. 
 
 Still through the cloven sky they come, 
 
 With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
 And still their heavenly music floats 
 
 O'er all the weary world. 
 Above its sad and lowly plains 
 
 They bend, on hovering wing, 
 And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
 
 The blessed angels sing. 
 
 Yet with the woes of sin and strife 
 
 The world has suffered long : 
 Beneath the angels' strain have rolled 
 
 Two thousand years of wrong ; 
 And man, at war with man, hears not 
 
 The love-song which they bring : 
 O hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 And ye, beneath life's crushing load 
 
 Whose forms are bending low, 
 Who toil along the climbing way 
 
 With painful steps and slow ; 
 Look now ! for glad and golden hours 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing : 
 O rest beside the weary road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
THE ANGELS' SONG. 
 
 For lo ! the days are hastening on, 
 
 By prophet-bards foretold, 
 When, with the ever-circling years, 
 
 Comes round the age of gold ! 
 When peace shall over all the earth 
 
 Its ancient splendours fling, 
 And the whole world send back the song 
 
 Which now the angels sing. 
 
 Edmund Hamilton Sears. 
 
 89. 
 
 TO-DAY be joy in every heart, 
 For lo, the angel throng 
 Once more above the listening earth 
 Repeats the advent song : 
 
 1 Peace on the earth, goodwill to men ! ' 
 
 Before us goes the star 
 That leads us on to holier births, 
 
 And life diviner far ! 
 
 Ye men of strife, forget to day 
 
 Your harshness and your hate : 
 Too long ye stay the promised years 
 
 For w T hich the nations wait ! 
 
 And ye upon the tented field, 
 
 Sheathe, sheathe to-day the sword ! 
 
 By love, and not by might, shall come 
 The kingdom of the Lord. 
 
 O star of human faith and hope ! 
 
 Thy light shall lead us on, 
 Until it fades in morning's glow, 
 
 And heaven on earth is won. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 90. 
 
 SILENT and soft, the first faint gleam of day 
 Stole o'er a sleeping world, when shepherds 
 lay 
 Watching their flocks in Judah through the night, 
 While round them glimmered still the pale star- 
 light : 
 How fresh a glory lit the rising morn ! 
 The hour was come ! the Son of Man was born ! 
 
 Once more across the hoary fields of time 
 Floats like some distant sound of matin chime, 
 That angel hymn of ' Glory to the Lord, 
 And peace to men on earth ! ' in sweet accord : 
 And on our pilgrimage, at times so drear, 
 We rest awhile that strain again to hear. 
 
 O'er land and sea, where Christmas bells may ring, 
 Let mortal grief no dark'ning shadow fling ; 
 Care take its load from hearts and homes of love, 
 And life below grow more like life above. 
 Let the whole world of woe, and want, and pain, 
 Beneath this day's sweet light revive again. 
 
 Grant that with souls renewed our way we take, 
 And see thy light of love through trials break ! 
 Lord ! lead us on ! Help us by staff or rod, 
 And make our path of toil the road to God. 
 Tell us, this day, thy mercy waits on all, 
 As on that infant child in manger stall. 
 
 Welcome the songs, this hour, to heaven that rise, 
 Welcome the mercy falling from the skies ! 
 Blest be that glorious Prince of Peace who came ! 
 PI allowed his life ! Immortal be his name ! 
 Glory to God for that beloved Son, 
 Who conquered death, and heav'n on earth begun. 
 
 Ambrose N. Blatchford. 
 
THE MINISTRY OF JESUS. 
 
 91. 
 
 THE Lord is come ! On Syrian soil 
 The child of poverty and toil ; 
 The Man of Sorrows, born to know 
 Each varying shade of human woe : 
 His joy, his glory, to fulfil, 
 In earth and heaven, his Father's will ; 
 On lonely mount, by festive board, 
 On bitter cross — despised, adored. 
 
 The Lord is come ! Dull hearts to wake, 
 He speaks, as never yet man spake, 
 The truth which makes his servants free, 
 The royal law of liberty. 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 His living words our spirits stay, 
 And from his treasures, new and old, 
 The eternal mysteries unfold. 
 
 The Lord is come ! In him we trace 
 The fulness of God's truth and grace ; 
 Throughout those words and acts divine 
 Gleams of the eternal splendour shine ; 
 And from his inmost spirit flow, 
 As from a height of sunlit snow, 
 The rivers of perennial life, 
 To heal and sweeten nature's strife. 
 
 The Lord is come ! In every heart 
 Where truth and mercy claim a part ; 
 In every land where right is might, 
 And deeds of darkness shun the light ; 
 In every church where faith and love 
 Lift earthward thoughts to things above ; 
 In every holy, happy home, 
 We bless thee, Lord, that thou hast come ! 
 
 Arthur Penrhyn Stanley.* 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 92. 
 
 BY cool Siloam's shady rill 
 How sweet the lily grows ! 
 How sweet the breath beneath the hill 
 Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 
 
 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
 
 The paths of peace have trod ! 
 Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
 
 Is upward drawn to God. 
 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
 
 The lily must decay ; 
 The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
 
 Must shortly fade away. 
 
 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
 
 Of man's maturer age 
 Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
 
 And stormy passion's rage. 
 
 O thou, whose infant feet were led 
 
 Within thy Father's shrine ! 
 Whose years, with holiest spirit fed, 
 
 Were all alike divine : — 
 
 We seek that Spirit's bounteous breath, 
 
 We ask his grace alone, 
 In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
 
 To keep us still thine own ! 
 
 Bishop Reginald Hebev.* 
 
 93. 
 
 WHEN the Lord of love was here, 
 Happy hearts to him were dear, 
 Though his heart was sad; 
 Worn and lonely for our sake, 
 Yet he turned aside to make 
 All the weary glad. 
 
THE MINISTRY OF JESUS. 
 
 Meek and lowly were his ways, 
 From his loving grew his praise, 
 
 From his giving, prayer : 
 All the outcasts thronged to hear, 
 All the sorrowful drew near 
 
 To enjoy his care. 
 
 When he walked the fields, he drew 
 From the flow T ers, and birds, and dew, 
 
 Parables of God ; 
 For within his heart of love 
 All the soul of man did move, 
 
 God had his abode. 
 
 Lord, be ours thy power to keep 
 In the very heart of grief, 
 
 And in trial, love. 
 In our meekness to be wise, 
 And through sorrow to arise 
 
 To our God above. 
 
 Fill us with thy deep desire 
 All the sinful to inspire 
 
 With the Father's life : 
 Free us from the cares that press, 
 On the heart of worldliness, 
 
 From the fret and strife. 
 
 And when in the fields and w T oods 
 We are filled with nature's moods, 
 
 May the grace be given 
 With thy faithful heart to say, 
 1 All I see and feel to day, 
 
 Is my Father's heaven.' 
 
 Stopford A . Brooke. 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 94. 
 
 IF love, the noblest, purest, best, 
 If truth all other truths above, 
 Will claim returns from every breast, 
 O ! surely Jesus claims our love. 
 
 There's not a hope with comfort fraught, 
 Triumphant over death and time, 
 But Jesus mingles in that thought, 
 Forerunner of our course sublime ! 
 
 We see him in the daily round 
 
 Of social duty, mild and meek : 
 
 With him we. tread the hallowed ground, 
 
 Communion with our God to seek. 
 
 We see his gentle pitying eye, 
 
 When lonely want appeals for aid ; 
 
 We hear him in the frequent sigh, 
 
 That mourns the waste which sin has made. 
 
 We meet him at the lonely tomb ; 
 We weep where Jesus wept before ; 
 And there, above the grave's dark gloom, 
 We see him rise, and weep no more. 
 
 Emily Taylor. 
 
 95. 
 
 O MASTER, may I walk with thee 
 In lowly paths of service free ; 
 Tell me thy secret ; help me bear 
 The strain of toil, the fret of care ; 
 Help me the slow of heart to move 
 By some clear winning word of love ; 
 Teach me the wayward feet to stay, 
 And guide them in the homeward way. 
 
96. 
 
 THE MINISTRY OF JESUS. 
 
 Teach me thy patience ; still with thee 
 
 In closer, dearer company, 
 
 In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 
 
 In trust that triumphs over wrong, 
 
 In hope that sends a shining ray 
 
 Far down the future's broadening way, 
 
 In peace that only thou canst give, 
 
 With thee, O Master, may I live ! 
 
 Washington Gladden* 
 
 AMID the din of earthly strife, 
 Amid the busy crowd, 
 The whispers of eternal life 
 
 Are lost in clamours loud ; 
 When lo ! I find a healing balm, 
 
 The world grows dim to me ; 
 My spirit rests in sudden calm 
 With Christ in Galilee ! 
 
 I linger near him in the throng, 
 
 And listen to his voice ; 
 I feel my weary soul grow strong, 
 
 My saddened heart rejoice. 
 Amid the storms that darkly frown 
 
 I hear his whisper sweet, 
 And lay my heavy burden down 
 
 At his beloved feet. 
 
 My vision swiftly fades away, 
 
 The world is round me still ; 
 But Jesus seems with me to stay, 
 
 His promise to fulfil. 
 And toil and duty sweeter seem 
 
 While he abides with me : 
 My heart is rested by my dream 
 
 Of Christ in Galilee. 
 
 Henry W. Hawkes. 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 97= 
 
 GOD of Jesus ! hear me now, 
 Take the meek disciple's vow ; 
 Thou so good, so true, so kind, 
 Fill me with his holy mind. 
 
 Plant, and root, and fix in me 
 Trust, as of a child, in thee ; 
 Settled peace I then shall find, 
 Give me, Lord, his quiet mind. 
 
 Anger then I ne'er shall feel, 
 Always even, always still ; 
 Meekly on my God reclined, 
 Give me, Lord, his gentle mind. 
 
 I shall suffer and fulfil 
 
 All my Father's gracious will ; 
 
 Be in all alike resigned, 
 
 Give me, Lord, his patient mind. 
 
 When his faith is rooted here, 
 Perfect love shall cast out fear ; 
 Fear doth servile spirits bind, 
 Give me, Lord, his noble mind. 
 
 Lowly, loving, meek and pure, 
 
 May I to the end endure ! 
 
 Be no more to ill inclined, 
 
 Give me, Lord, his constant mind ! 
 
 Charles Wesley.* 
 
 98. 
 
 OTHOU great Friend to all the sons of men, 
 Who once appeared in humblest guise below, 
 Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain, 
 And call thy brethren forth from want and woe ! 
 
THE MINISTRY OF JESUS. 
 
 We look to thee ; thy truth is still the light 
 Which guides the nations, groping on their way, 
 Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, 
 Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. 
 
 Yes ! thou art still the life ; thou art the way 
 The holiest know ; — light, life, and way of heaven ! 
 And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, 
 Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given. 
 
 Theodore Parker.* 
 
 99. 
 
 "IMMORTAL by their deed and word 
 Like light around them shed, 
 Still speak the prophets of the Lord, 
 Still live the sainted dead. 
 
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 The voice of old by Jordan's flood 
 
 Yet floats upon the air ; 
 We hear it in beatitude, 
 
 In parable and prayer. 
 
 And still the beauty of that life 
 
 Shines star-like on our way, 
 And breathes its calm amid the strife 
 
 And burden of to-day. 
 
 Earnest of life for evermore, 
 
 That life of duty here, — 
 The trust that in the darkest hour 
 
 Looked forth and knew no fear ! 
 
 Spirit of Jesus, still speed on ! 
 
 Speed on thy conquering way, 
 Till every heart the Father own, 
 
 And all his will obey ! 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer, 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 100. 
 
 NOT always on the mount may we 
 Rapt in the heavenly vision be ; 
 The shores of thought and feeling know 
 The spirit's tidal ebb and flow. 
 
 Lord, it is good abiding here — 
 We cry, the heavenly presence near ; 
 The vision vanishes, our eyes 
 Are lifted into vacant skies ! 
 
 Yet hath one such exalted hour 
 Upon the soul redeeming power, 
 And in its strength through after days 
 We travel our appointed ways ; 
 
 Till all the lowly vale grows bright 
 Transfigured in remembered light, 
 And in untiring souls we bear 
 The freshness of the upper air. 
 
 The mount for vision, — but below 
 The paths of daily duty go, 
 And nobler life therein shall own 
 The pattern on the mountain shown. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
 101. 
 
 LORD and Master of us all ! 
 Whate'er our name or sign, 
 We own thy sway, we hear thy call, 
 We test our lives by thine. 
 
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 Thou judgest us ; thy purity 
 Doth all our lusts condemn ; 
 
 The love that draws us nearer thee 
 Is hot with wrath to them. 
 
THE MINISTRY OF JESUS. 
 
 Yet weak and blinded though we be, 
 
 Thou dost our service own ; 
 We bring our varying gifts to thee, 
 
 And thou rejectest none. 
 
 O Love ! O life ! Our faith and sight 
 
 Thy presence maketh one : 
 As through transfigured clouds of white 
 
 We trace the noonday sun. 
 
 So to our mortal eyes subdued, 
 
 Flesh-veiled, but not concealed, 
 We know in thee the fatherhood 
 
 And heart of God revealed. 
 
 We faintly hear, we dimly see, 
 
 In differing phrase we pray ; 
 But, dim or clear, we own in thee 
 
 The light, the truth, the way. 
 
 John Greenleaf Whittier.* 
 
 102. 
 
 HOLY air is breathing round, 
 A fragrance from above ; 
 Be every soul from sense unbound, 
 Be every spirit love. 
 
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 O God, unite us heart to heart, 
 
 In sympathy divine, 
 That we be never drawn apart, 
 
 And love not thee nor thine. 
 
 But by the cross of Jesus taught, 
 
 And by thy gracious word, 
 Be nearer to each other brought, 
 
 And nearer to the Lord. 
 
 Abiel Abbot Livermore.* 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 103. 
 
 WHEN the paschal evening fell 
 Deep on Kedron's hallowed dell, 
 When around the festal board 
 Sate the apostles with their Lord, 
 Then his parting word he said, 
 Blessed the cup and broke the bread — 
 ' This whene'er ye do or see, 
 Evermore remember me.' 
 
 Years have passed : in every clime, 
 Changing with the changing time, 
 Varying through a thousand forms, 
 Torn by factions, rocked by storms, 
 Still the sacred table spread, 
 Flowing cup and broken bread, 
 With that parting word agree, 
 ' Drink and eat ; remember me.' 
 
 When by treason, doubt, unrest, 
 Sinks the soul, dismayed, oppressed, 
 When the shadows of the tomb 
 Close us round with deepening gloom ; 
 Then bethink us at that board 
 Of the sorrowing, suffering Lord, 
 Who, when tried and grieved as we, 
 Dying, said, ' Remember me.' 
 
 When in this thanksgiving feast 
 We would give to God our best, 
 From the treasures of his might 
 Seeking life and love and light ; 
 Then, O friend of human-kind, 
 Make us true and firm of mind, 
 Pure of heart, in spirit free ; 
 Then may we remember thee. 
 
 Arthur Penrhyn Stanley.* 
 
THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS. 
 
 104. 
 
 BENEATH the shadow of the cross, 
 As earthly hopes remove, 
 His new commandment Jesus gives, — 
 His blessed word of love. 
 
 O bond of union, strong and deep ! 
 
 O bond of perfect peace ! 
 Not e'en the lifted cross can harm, 
 
 If we but hold to this. 
 
 Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours, 
 And swift our feet shall move 
 
 To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, 
 And the sweet tasks of love. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 105. 
 
 WHEN arise the thoughts of sin, 
 When the w T orld our hearts would win, 
 When to selfish pleasure given, 
 
 Droops the love that blooms for heaven, — 
 Lord, we would remember thee : 
 Thou wilt our redeemer be. 
 
 When with footsteps faint and slow, 
 
 Duty's upward path we go ; 
 When by toils and hardship pressed, 
 
 Round we turn to look for rest, — 
 Lord, we would remember thee : 
 
 Thou our guide and strength wilt be. 
 
 When the way grows dark and drear ; 
 
 When, beset by doubt and fear, 
 We can see no beam of light 
 
 Struggling through the thickening night, — 
 Lord, we would remember thee : 
 Thou our comforter wilt be. 
 
 William Gashell, 
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CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 106. 
 
 FATHER ! at thy footstool see 
 Those who now are one in thee ! 
 Each to each unite, and bless ; 
 Keep us in thy perfect peace. 
 
 Plant in us the humble mind, 
 Patient, pitiful, and kind ; 
 Meek and lowly let us be, 
 Full of goodness, full of thee. 
 
 Lord of our supreme desire ! 
 Fill us now with heavenly fire : 
 Nobly may we bear the strife, — 
 Keep the holiness, of life ; — 
 
 Still forget the things behind, — 
 Follow Christ in heart and mind ; 
 To the mark unwearied press, — 
 Seize the crown of righteousness. 
 
 Father ! fill us with thy love ; 
 Never from our souls remove ; 
 Dwell with us, and we shall be 
 Thine through all eternity. 
 
 Arranged from Charles Wesley." 
 
 107. 
 
 SHALL we grow weary in our watch, 
 And murmur at the long delay, 
 Impatient of our Father's time, 
 And his appointed way ? 
 
 When harassed sore with passion's cry, 
 Or overcome with sorrow's sleep, 
 
 We find it hard within our hearts 
 The watch of life to keep : 
 
THE POWER OF THE CROSS. 
 
 O thou, who in the garden's shade 
 Didst wake thy weary ones again, 
 
 When, slumbering at that fearful hour, 
 They all forgot thy pain, — 
 
 Bend o'er us now, as over them, 
 
 And set our sleep-bound spirits free, 
 
 That we be faithful through the watch 
 Our souls shall keep with thee ! 
 
 J. G. Whittle? and Stopford A. Brooke* 
 
 108. 
 
 WHEN my love to God grows weak, 
 When for deeper faith I seek, 
 Then in thought I go to thee, 
 Garden of Gethsemane ! 
 
 There I walk amid the shades, 
 While the lingering twilight fades, 
 See that suffering, friendless one 
 Weeping, praying, there alone. 
 
 When my love for man grows weak, 
 When for stronger faith I seek, 
 Hill of Calvary ! I go 
 To thy scenes of fear and woe ; — 
 
 There behold his agony 
 Suffered on the bitter tree ; 
 See his anguish, see his faith, 
 Love triumphant still in death. 
 
 Then to life I turn again, 
 Learning all the worth of pain, 
 Learning all the might that lies 
 In a full self-sacrifice. 
 
 John Reynell Wreford, alt. Samuel Longfellow, 
 
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CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 109. 
 
 A VOICE upon the midnight air, 
 Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray, 
 Weeps forth, in agony of prayer, 
 ' O Father ! take this cup away ! ' 
 
 Ah ! thou who sorrowest unto death, 
 We conquer in thy mortal fray ; 
 And Earth, for all her children saith, 
 ' O God ! take not this cup away ! ' 
 
 O Lord of sorrow ! meekly die : 
 Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe ; 
 Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh ; 
 Thy peace revive the faint and low. 
 
 Great Chief of faithful souls ! arise : 
 None else can lead the martyr-band, 
 Who teach the brave, how peril flies, 
 When Faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand. 
 
 O King of earth ! the cross ascend : 
 O'er climes and ages 'tis thy throne : 
 Where'er thy fading eye may bend, 
 The desert blooms, and is thine own. 
 
 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray ; 
 Make but one fold below, above : 
 And when we go the last lone way, 
 O give the welcome of thy love. 
 
 James Martineau. 
 
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 "N the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 All the light of sacred story 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
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111. 
 
 THE CROSS. 
 
 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 Hopes deceive and fears annoy, 
 
 Never shall the cross forsake me ; 
 Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 From the cross the radiance streaming, 
 
 Adds more lustre to the day. 
 
 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 Peace is there that knows no measure, 
 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 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. 
 
 Sir John Bowring. 
 
 TO the cross, O Lord, we bear 
 All the spirit's darker care ; 
 By the sense of sin oppressed, 
 In the cross we seek our rest. 
 
 There the way of peace appears, 
 Calm and bright mid strife and tears ; 
 There the spirit's rest we see, 
 Found alone, O God, in thee. 
 
 By the patience of thy Son, — 
 By the prayer i Thy will be done,' — 
 By the love, so strong in death, 
 Blessing with the latest breath ; 
 
 Teach us, Lord ; our souls inspire ; 
 Kindle now the sacred fire ! 
 Melt our hardness, bend our pride, 
 Make us one with him who died ! 
 
 Thomas Hincks. 
 
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 112. 
 
 WHERE is he that came to save ? 
 Where is he that lived to bless ? 
 Lying in the silent grave, 
 Sorrow-stricken hearts confess. 
 In the grave, yet not to earth 
 Wholly sink heroic lives, 
 While the memory of their worth 
 In the heart of man survives. 
 
 Watching weary nights in tears, 
 Thinking of the words he said, 
 Lo to them again appears 
 Image of the sacred dead. 
 Round the holy sepulchre 
 Never-dying glories shine ; 
 Midst its hallowed silence stir 
 Echoes of a voice divine. 
 
 Oft in weakness, fear, and gloom, 
 Now, as then, despairing eyes, 
 Turning to the Master's tomb, 
 See, with joy, his spirit rise, — 
 Rise triumphant from its dust, 
 Rise again to save and bless, 
 Spirit of immortal trust, 
 Life of truth and holiness. 
 
 Seth Curtis Beach. 
 
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 113. 
 
 "E is gone — a cloud of light 
 
 Has received him from our sight ; 
 Gone beyond the highest height 
 Of mortal gaze or fancy's flight ; 
 Through the veils of time and space, 
 Passed into the holiest place : 
 All the toil, the sorrow done, 
 All the battle fought and won. 
 
THE VICTORY OVER DEATH. 
 
 He is g'one — and we remain 
 In this world of sin and pain ; 
 In the void which he has left, 
 On this earth, of him bereft, 
 We have still his work to do, 
 We can still his path pursue ; 
 Seek him both in friend and foe, 
 In ourselves his image show. 
 
 He is gone — towards their goal 
 World and Church must onward roll : 
 Far behind we leave the past, 
 Forward are our glances cast : 
 Still his words before us range 
 Through the ages, as they change ; 
 Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead, 
 God will give whate'er we need. 
 
 Arthur Penrhyn Stanley.* 
 
 114. 
 
 FOR all thy saints, O Lord ! 
 Who strove in thee to live, 
 Who followed thee, obeyed, adored, 
 Our grateful hymn receive. 
 
 For all thy saints, O Lord ! 
 Accept our thankful cry, 
 Who counted thee their great reward, 
 And strove in thee to die. 
 
 They all, in life and death, 
 With thee, Lord, in their view, 
 Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath 
 To suffer and to do. 
 
 For this thy name we bless, 
 And humbly pray that we 
 May follow them in holiness, 
 And live and die in thee. 
 
 Bishop Richard Mant. 
 
115. 
 
 CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 SEE how great a flame aspires, 
 Kindled by a spark of grace ! 
 Jesus' love the nations fires 
 Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. 
 To bring fire on earth he came : 
 Kindled in some hearts it is : 
 O that all might catch the flame, 
 All partake the glorious bliss ! 
 
 When he first the work begun 
 Small and feeble was his day : 
 Now the word doth swiftly run, 
 Now it wins its widening way : 
 More and more it spreads and grows, 
 Ever mighty to prevail ; 
 Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, 
 Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 
 
 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 
 Little as a human hand ? 
 Now it spreads along the skies, 
 Hangs o'er all the thirsty land ! 
 Lo ! the promise of a shower 
 Drops already from above ! 
 Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour 
 All the spirit of thy love. 
 
 Charles Wesley, 
 
 116. 
 
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 THANKS to God for those who came 
 In the gospel's glorious name ; 
 Who upon the green earth trod 
 But to teach the truth of God. 
 
THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 For the great Apostles, first, 
 Who from life's endearments burst, 
 Going from the cross, and then 
 Leading to the cross again. 
 
 For the host, who meekly pour'd 
 Willing blood to serve their Lord ; 
 Fearless bore the racks of pain, 
 Felon's death or captive's chain ; 
 
 And for all, from shore to shore, 
 Who the blessed tidings bore ; 
 All who wrought for liberty 
 When 'twas treason to be free. 
 
 Ye who now, in better days, 
 Live to spread your Maker's praise, 
 Speed your embassy where'er 
 Life has grief, or death has fear ! 
 
 John Johns. 
 
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 117. 
 
 I FT as we run the weary way 
 
 That leads through shadows unto day, 
 With trial sore amazed, 
 We deem our sorrows are unknown, 
 Our battle joined and fought alone, 
 Our victory unpraised. 
 
 Faithless and blind ! We cannot trace 
 The witnesses who watch our race, 
 
 Beyond our senses' ken ; 
 The mighty cloud of all who died 
 With faithful rapture, humble pride, 
 
 For love of God and men. 
 
PAST AND PRESENT. 
 
 Who from the battlements above, 
 Follow our course with eager love, 
 
 And cheer our contest on ; 
 Who cry at every faithful blow 
 Struck at the old usurping foe — 
 
 ' Servant of God, well done.' 
 
 And One, the conqueror of death, 
 Beginner, finisher of faith, 
 
 Who, for the joy of love, 
 Endured the cross, despised the shame, 
 Awakes in us the battle flame, 
 
 And waits for us above. 
 
 With patience then we run the race, 
 With joy and confidence and grace, 
 
 In quiet hope and power ; 
 Cast off the sins that check our speed, 
 The weights that faith and love impede, 
 
 Withstand the evil hour. 
 
 For Heaven is round us as we move, 
 Our days are compassed with its love, 
 
 Its light is on our road : 
 And when the knell of death is rung, 
 Sweet Hallelujahs shall be sung 
 
 To welcome us to God. 
 
 Stopford A . Brooke. 
 
 118. 
 
 LIFE of ages, richly poured, 
 Love of God, unspent and free, 
 Flowing in the prophet's word 
 And the people's liberty ! 
 
THE DIVINE WORD. 
 
 Never was to chosen race 
 That unstinted tide confined : 
 
 Thine is every time and place, 
 
 Fountain sweet of heart and mind. 
 
 Breathing in the thinker's creed, 
 
 Pulsing in the hero's blood, 
 Nerving simplest thought and deed, 
 
 Freshening time with truth and good ; 
 
 Consecrating art and song, 
 Holy book and pilgrim track ; 
 
 Hurling floods of tyrant wrong 
 From the sacred limits back, — 
 
 Life of ages richly poured, 
 
 Love of God, unspent and free, 
 
 Flow still in the prophet's word 
 And the people's liberty ! 
 
 Samuel Johnson.* 
 
 119. 
 
 IN holy books we read how God hath spoken 
 To holy men in many different ways, 
 But hath the present work'd no sign or token ? 
 Is God quite silent in these latter days ? 
 
 The word were but a blank, a hollow sound, 
 If he that spake it were not speaking still, 
 
 If all the light and all the shade around 
 Were aught but issues of almighty will. 
 
 So then, believe that every bird that sings, 
 And every flower that stars the elastic sod, 
 
 And every thought the happy summer brings 
 To the pure spirit, is a word of God. 
 
 Hartley Coleridge .* 
 
PAST AND PRESENT. 
 
 120. 
 
 MYSTERIOUS Presence, Source of all — 
 The world without, the soul within, 
 Fountain of life, O hear our call, 
 And pour thy living spirit in ! 
 
 Thou breathest in the rushing wind, 
 Thy beauty shines in leaf and flower ; 
 
 Nor wilt thou from the willing mind, 
 Withhold thy light and love and power. 
 
 Thy hand unseen to accents clear 
 Awoke the psalmist's trembling lyre, 
 
 And touched the lips of holy seer 
 
 With flame from thine own altar-fire. 
 
 That touch divine still, Lord, impart, 
 Still give the prophet's burning word ; 
 
 And vocal in each waking heart, 
 
 Let living psalms of praise be heard. 
 
 Seth Curtis Beach, 
 
 121. 
 
 OLOVE divine, whose constant beam 
 Shines on the eyes that will not see, 
 And waits to bless us, while we dream 
 Thou leav'st us when we turn from thee. 
 
 All souls that struggle and aspire, 
 All hearts of prayer by thee are lit ; 
 
 And, dim or clear, thy tongues of fire 
 On dusky tribes and centuries sit. 
 
 Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed thou know'st, 
 Wide as our need thy favours fall ; 
 
 The white wings of the Holy Ghost 
 Stoop unseen o'er the heads of all. 
 
THE DIVINE WORD. 
 
 O Beauty, old yet ever new ! 
 
 Eternal Voice, and Inward Word, 
 The Logos of the Greek and Jew, 
 
 Sphere-music which the Samian heard ! 
 
 Truth which the sage and prophet saw, 
 Long sought without, but found within, 
 
 The Law of Love beyond all law, 
 The Life o'erflooding death and sin. 
 
 Shine, light of God ! — make broad thy scope 
 
 To all who sin and suffer ; more 
 And better than we dare to hope 
 
 With heaven's grace make our longings poor. 
 
 John Greenleaf Whittiev.* 
 
 122. 
 
 SING with our might and uplift our glad voices ; 
 Sing while the heart with thanksgiving 
 rejoices ; 
 Sing of all saints spreading goodness abroad, 
 Prophets and holy ones, sons of the Lord. 
 
 Thanks to the Lord for his prophets and sages, 
 Thanks for the saints he hath raised in all ages, 
 Hark to their voices ; — they utter One Name ; 
 One Lord, one Brotherhood, one Hope proclaim. 
 
 Often forsaken and outcast and friendless, 
 Wounded and dying in sufferings endless, 
 Bear they their witness or raise their high song, 
 Fervent in faithfulness, patient and strong. 
 
 From age to age the glad tidings are spoken, 
 Shore calls to shore that the line is unbroken ; 
 One holy army, one glorious cry, — 
 On earth be peacefulness, praises on high. 
 
 7. Vila Blake, 
 
PAST AND PRESENT. 
 
 123. 
 
 ONAME all other names above, 
 What art thou not to me, 
 Now I have learned to trust thy love 
 And cast my care on thee ! 
 
 What is our being but a cry, 
 
 A restless longing still, 
 Which thou alone canst satisfy, 
 
 Alone thy fulness fill ! 
 
 Thrice blessed be the holy souls 
 
 That lead the way to thee, 
 That burn upon the martyr-rolls 
 
 And lists of prophecy. 
 
 And sweet it is to tread the ground 
 O'er which their faith hath trod ; 
 
 But sweeter far, when thou art found, 
 The soul's own sense of God ! 
 
 The thought of thee all sorrow calms ; 
 
 Our anxious burdens fall ; 
 His crosses turn to triumph-palms 
 
 Who finds in God his all. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
 124. 
 
 WE come unto our fathers' God, 
 Their rock is our salvation : 
 The eternal arms, their dear abode, 
 
 We make our habitation : 
 We bring thee Lord the praise they brought 
 We seek thee as thy saints have sought 
 In every generation. 
 
THE GOD OF THE LIVING. 
 
 The fire divine, their steps that led, 
 
 Still goeth bright before us ; 
 The heavenly shield, around them spread, 
 
 Is still high holden o'er us : 
 The grace those sinners that subdued, 
 The strength those weaklings that renewed, 
 
 Doth vanquish, doth restore us. 
 
 Their precious things on us bestowed 
 
 The same dear Lord discover ; 
 The joy wherewith their souls o'erflowed 
 
 Makes our glad hearts run over : 
 Their fire of love in us doth burn : 
 As yearned their hearts, our hearts do yearn 
 
 After the heavenly lover. 
 
 Their joy unto their Lord we bring ; 
 
 Their song to us descendeth : 
 The Spirit who in them did sing 
 
 To us his music lendeth. 
 His song in them, in us, is one ; 
 We raise it high, we send it on — 
 
 The song that never endeth ! 
 
 Ye saints to come take up the strain — 
 The same sweet theme endeavour ! 
 
 Unbroken be the golden chain ! 
 Keep on the song for ever ! 
 
 Safe in the same dear dwelling place, 
 
 Rich with the same eternal grace, 
 Bless the same boundless giver ! 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill. 
 
GOD IS OUR REFUGE 
 
 125. 
 
 OLORD, the saviour and defence 
 Of all our mortal race ! 
 From age to age thou still hast been 
 Our sure abiding place. 
 
 Before thou brought'st the mountains forth, 
 Or earth and world didst frame, 
 
 Thou always wert the mighty God, 
 And ever art the same. 
 
 For in thy sight a thousand years 
 
 Are like a day that's past, 
 Or like a watch in dead of night, 
 
 Whose hours unminded waste. 
 
 How soon our boasted strength decays, 
 
 To sorrow turned, and pain ! 
 How soon the slender thread is cut, 
 
 And we no more remain ! 
 
 So teach us, Lord, the uncertain sum 
 
 Of our short days to mind, 
 That to true wisdom all our hearts 
 
 May ever be inclined. 
 
 Tate and Brady.* 
 
 126. 
 
 GOD, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home : 
 
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 Under the shadow of thy Throne 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
AND STRENGTH. 
 
 Before the hills in order stood, 
 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 From everlasting thou art God, 
 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 A thousand ages in thy sight 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 O God, our help in ages past, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
 Isaac Watts.* 
 
 127. 
 
 AUTHOR of Good, to thee we turn ; 
 Thy ever-wakeful eye 
 Alone can all our wants discern, 
 Thy hand alone supply. 
 
 O let thy fear within us dwell, 
 
 Thy love our footsteps guide : 
 That love shall vainer loves expel, 
 
 That fear all fear beside. 
 
 Not what we wish, but what we want, 
 
 O let thy grace supply : 
 The good unasked in mercy grant ; 
 
 The ill, though asked, deny. 
 
 James Merrick,* 
 
GOD IS OUR REFUGE 
 
 128. 
 
 129. 
 
 OGOD of ages, by whose hand 
 Thy people still are fed ; 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 Hast all our fathers led ! 
 
 Our vows, our prayers we now present 
 
 Before thy throne of grace ; 
 God of our fathers ! be the God 
 
 Of their succeeding race. 
 
 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
 
 Give us by day our daily bread, 
 And raiment fit provide. 
 
 O spread thy covering wings around 
 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 And at our Father's loved abode 
 
 Our feet arrive in peace. 
 
 Now with the humble voice of prayer 
 
 Thy mercy we implore ; 
 Then with the grateful voice of praise 
 
 Thy goodness we'll adore. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, alt. by John Logan. 
 
 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind, 
 On thee my hopes remain ; 
 And when the day of trouble comes, 
 I shall not trust in vain. 
 
 In early days thou wast my guide, 
 And of my youth the friend ; 
 
 And as my days began with thee, 
 With thee my days shall end, 
 
AND STRENGTH. 
 
 I know the Power in whom I trust, 
 
 The arm on which I lean ; 
 He will my Saviour ever be, 
 
 Who has my Saviour been. 
 
 Therefore in life I'll trust to thee, 
 
 In death I will adore ; 
 And after death I'll sing thy praise, 
 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 Michael Bruce * 
 
 130. 
 
 FATHER of mercies, God of love, 
 My Father and my God, 
 I'll sing the honours of thy name 
 And spread thy praise abroad. 
 
 In every period of my life 
 
 Thy kindest thoughts appear ; 
 Thy mercies gild each transient scene, 
 
 And crown each circling year. 
 
 In all these mercies may my soul 
 
 A Father's bounty see ; 
 Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows 
 
 Estrange my heart from thee. 
 
 In every varying mortal state, 
 Each bright, each dreary scene, 
 
 Give me a meek and humble mind, 
 Still equal and serene. 
 
 Then should I close mine eyes in death, 
 
 Without one anxious fear : 
 For death itself is life, my God, 
 
 If thou art with me there. 
 
 Ottiwell Heginbothom,* 
 
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GOD IS OUR REFUGE 
 
 131. 
 
 THE God of love my shepherd is, 
 And he that doth me feed : 
 While he is mine and I am his, 
 What can I want or need ? 
 
 He leads me to the tender grass, 
 
 Where I both feed and rest ; 
 Then to the streams that gently pass : 
 
 In both I have the best. 
 
 Or if I stray, he doth convert, 
 And bring my mind in frame : 
 
 And all this not for my desert, 
 But for his holy name. 
 
 Yea, in death's shady, black abode 
 
 Well may I walk, nor fear : 
 For thou art with me, and thy rod 
 
 To guide, thy staff to bear. 
 
 Surely thy sweet and wondrous love 
 
 Shall measure all my days ; 
 And as it never shall remove, 
 
 So neither shall my praise. 
 
 George Herbert.* 
 
 132. 
 
 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary wandering steps he leads ; 
 Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant landscape flow, 
 
AND STRENGTH. 
 
 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 
 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
 Joseph Addison. 
 
 133. 
 
 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene, 
 Hast to thy saints a refuge been ; 
 Through every age, eternal God, 
 Their pleasing home, their safe abode : 
 In thee our fathers sought their rest ; 
 In thee our fathers still are blest. 
 
 Lo ! we are risen, a feeble race, 
 Awhile to fill our fathers' place : 
 Our helpless state with pity view, 
 And let us share their refuge, too ; 
 When friends desert, and foes invade, 
 Be thou, O Lord, our present aid. 
 
 And when this pilgrimage is o'er, 
 And we must dwell on earth no more, 
 To thee our infant race we leave ; 
 Them may their fathers' God receive ; 
 That voices, yet unformed, may raise 
 Succeeding hymns of humble praise. 
 
 Ph ilip D oddridge . * 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 134. 
 
 NOW God be praised by all 
 With hands and hearts and voices ; 
 Recall his wondrous deeds, 
 In which all earth rejoices : 
 Our life he hath upheld, 
 E'en from our mother's breast, 
 And given us all we have 
 And always what is best. 
 
 O may our gracious God 
 A joyful spirit send us, 
 That we in peace may live, 
 Through him who doth befriend us. 
 
 In all his people's needs 
 
 We'll trust in his great name, 
 
 For though all else may change, 
 
 He will remain the same. 
 
 He will our comfort be 
 In all our mortal sadness, 
 And in his own good time 
 Turn bitterest grief to gladness : 
 
 Our refuge in distress, 
 
 His help is always near, 
 
 And there is none like him 
 
 The troubled heart to cheer. 
 
 To thee our Father God, 
 Be thankful praises given, 
 Till our poor hymns on earth 
 Shall worthier be in heaven ; 
 
 And we shall join with those 
 
 Who worship thee above 
 
 With hearts more full and free, 
 
 And with a filial love. 
 
 Martin Rinkart, 1648, ad. Thomas Sadler. 
 
THE MERCIES OF LIFE. 
 
 135. 
 
 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 O how shall words with equal warmth 
 
 The gratitude declare, 
 That glows within my thankful heart ! 
 
 But thou canst read it there. 
 
 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestowed, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 
 From whom those comforts flowed. 
 
 When in the slippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, 
 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 
 With health renewed my face ; 
 
 And, when in sin and sorrow sunk, 
 Revived my soul with grace. 
 
 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 Joseph Addison. 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 136. 
 
 REJOICE to-day with one accord, 
 Sing out with exultation ; 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath brought salvation ; 
 His works of love proclaim 
 The greatness of his name ; 
 For he is God alone 
 Who hath his mercy shown ; 
 Let all his saints adore him. 
 
 When in distress to him we cried, 
 He heard our sad complaining : 
 O trust in him whate'er betide, 
 His love is all-sustaining. 
 Triumphant songs of praise 
 To him our hearts shall raise ; 
 Now every voice shall say 
 O praise our God alway ; 
 Let all his saints adore him. 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord, 
 
 Sing out with exultation ; 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath brought salvation ; 
 His works of love proclaim 
 The greatness of his name ; 
 For he is God alone 
 Who hath his mercy shown ; 
 Let all his saints adore him. 
 
 Sir Henry Baker. 
 
 137. 
 
 "N thee, O God, the hosts above 
 For ever live supremely blest ; 
 And I, on earth, like them would love ; 
 Like them upon thy bosom rest. 
 
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DIVINE GUIDANCE. 
 
 I may not know thee as thou art, 
 
 While here my darksome way I tread ; 
 
 Yet thanks that now I know in part, 
 And hourly by thy hand am led. 
 
 Unseen, thou dost thyself reveal, 
 
 In thine own ways to sense unknown ; 
 
 Thy hidden glories oft I feel 
 
 Come flowing o'er me from thy throne. 
 
 The joy that through my being streams, 
 New gladness lends to brightest days ; 
 
 Morn fresher wakes, and evening gleams 
 More lovely, while I breathe thy praise. 
 
 Thine image on each human brow 
 To nobler beauty seems to wake ; 
 
 With warm embrace I welcome now 
 Each man a brother for thy sake. 
 
 As past me fly the swift-winged years, 
 Thy mercies all their circuits fill ; 
 
 Thy goodness, like the sun, appears 
 Throughout all time resplendent still. 
 
 Ray Palmer. 
 
 138. 
 
 "OW are thy servants blest, O Lord ! 
 How sure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 Their help Omnipotence. 
 
 H' 
 
 From all my griefs and fears, O Lord, 
 
 Thy mercy sets me free ; 
 While in the confidence of prayer 
 
 My heart takes hold of thee. 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore : 
 We praise thee for thy mercies past, 
 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 My life, while thou preservest life, 
 
 A sacrifice shall be ; 
 And O may death, when death shall come, 
 
 Unite our souls to thee. 
 
 Joseph Addison.* 
 
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 139. 
 
 V IS not for us, and our proud hearts, 
 O mighty Lord ! to choose our parts, 
 But act well what thou giv'st : 
 'Tis not in our weak power to make 
 One step o' the way we undertake, 
 Unless thou us reliev'st. 
 
 What thou hast given, thou canst take, 
 And, when thou wilt, new gifts canst make ; 
 
 All flows from thee alone : 
 When thou didst give it, it was thine ; 
 When thou retook'st it, 'twas not mine ; 
 
 Thy will in all be done. 
 
 Lord ! let me then sit calmly down, 
 And rest contented with my own ; 
 
 That is, what thou allow'st : 
 Keep thou my mind serene and free, 
 Often to think on heaven and thee, 
 
 And what thou there bestow'st. 
 
GOD'S RULING HAND. 
 
 Great God, as thou art one, may we 
 With one another all agree, 
 
 And in thy praise conspire : 
 May men and angels join and sing 
 Eternal hymns to thee their King, 
 
 And make up all one choir. 
 
 John Austin* 
 
 140. 
 
 WHILE thee I seek, protecting power, 
 Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 With better hopes be filled. 
 
 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed ; 
 
 To thee my thoughts would soar : 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 In each event of life how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see ! 
 Each blessing to my soul more dear 
 
 Because conferred by thee. 
 
 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear, 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 When gladness wings my favoured hour, 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
 
 Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
 
 The lowering storm shall see ; 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear — 
 
 That heart will rest on thee. 
 
 Helen Maria Williams. 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 141. 
 
 FULL many a smile, full many a song, 
 Makes glad my portion here ; 
 Lord ! all my strains to thee belong : 
 Thou sendest all my cheer. 
 
 I sing because thy works are fair : 
 
 Thy glory makes me glad ; 
 The garments bright of praise I wear, 
 
 For thou art brightly clad. 
 
 Full triumph doth my soul possess, 
 
 Because thy ways are right : 
 The glory of thy righteousness 
 
 Maketh my dear delight. 
 
 How great the judgments thou hast wrought 
 
 How tremblingly I sing ! 
 How good the statutes thou hast taught ! 
 
 How glad the song I bring ! 
 
 The beauty of thy holiness 
 
 Uplifts this strain of mine : 
 And when thy paths my footsteps press 
 
 My song becomes divine. 
 
 But, Lord, when will all mournfulness 
 
 E'en from this song remove ? 
 I sing the statutes I transgress ; 
 
 I break the law I love. 
 
 O help me better to obey, 
 
 More gloriously to sing ! 
 The pilgrim that best keeps thy way 
 
 The sweetest song will bring. 
 
 Thomas Hombloiver Gill.* 
 
THE GIFTS OF HEAVEN. 
 
 142. 
 
 MY God, I thank thee who hast made 
 The earth so bright ; 
 So full of splendour and of joy, 
 
 Beauty and light ; 
 So many glorious things are here, 
 Noble and right ! 
 
 I thank thee too that thou hast made 
 
 Joy to abound ; 
 So many gentle thoughts and deeds 
 
 Circling us round, 
 That in the darkest spot of earth 
 
 Some love is found. 
 
 I thank thee more that all our joy 
 
 Is touched with pain ; 
 That shadows fall on brightest hours ; 
 
 That thorns remain ; 
 So that earth's bliss may be our guide, 
 
 x\nd not our chain. 
 
 For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon 
 
 Our weak heart clings, 
 Hast given us joys, tender and true, 
 
 Yet all with wings ; 
 So that we see, gleaming on high, 
 
 Diviner things. 
 
 I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept 
 
 The best in store ; 
 We have enough, yet not too much 
 
 To long for more ; — 
 A yearning for a deeper peace, 
 
 Not known before. 
 
 Adelaide Anne Procter * 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 143. 
 
 WHEN I survey life's varied scene, — 
 Amid the darkest hours, 
 Sweet rays of comfort shine between, 
 And thorns are mixed with flowers. 
 
 Are health and ease my happy share ? 
 
 O may I bless my God ! 
 Thy kindness let my songs declare, 
 
 And spread thy praise abroad. 
 
 While such delightful gifts as these 
 
 Are kindly dealt to me, 
 Be all my hours of health and ease 
 
 Devoted, Lord, to thee. 
 
 And O, whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Thy sovereign hand denies, 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise ; — 
 
 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 
 From every murmur free ; 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 
 And let me live to thee. 
 
 Anne Steele* 
 
 144. 
 
 " Y heart is resting, O my God ! 
 I will give thanks and sing : 
 My heart is at the secret source 
 Of every precious thing. 
 
 M' 
 
 I thirst for springs of heavenly life, 
 And here all day they rise : 
 
 I seek the treasure of thy love, 
 And close at hand it lies. 
 
145. 
 
 THE SERVICE OF THE HEART. 
 
 Glory to thee for strength withheld, 
 For want and weakness known, — 
 
 The fear that sends me to thy breast 
 For what is most mine own. 
 
 Mine be the reverent listening love, 
 
 That waits all day on thee ; 
 The service of a watchful heart 
 
 Which no one else can see ; 
 
 The faith that, in a hidden way 
 
 No other eye may know, 
 Finds all its daily work prepared, 
 
 And loves to have it so. 
 
 My heart is resting, O my God ! 
 
 My heart is in thy care ; 
 I hear the voice of joy and praise 
 
 Resounding everywhere. 
 
 Anna Lcetitia Waring. 
 
 MIGHTY God, the first, the last, 
 What are ages in thy sight 
 But as yesterday when past, 
 Or a watch within the night ? 
 
 In thine all-embracing sight 
 Every change its purpose meets, 
 Every cloud floats into light, 
 Every woe its glory greets. 
 
 Whatsoe'er our lot may be, 
 Calmly in this thought we'll rest, — 
 Could we see as thou dost see 
 We should choose it as the best. 
 
 William GaskelL* 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 146. 
 
 LORD, in this dust thy sovereign voice 
 First quicken'd love divine ; 
 I am all thine, — thy care and choice, 
 My very praise is thine. 
 
 I praise thee, while thy providence 
 
 In childhood frail I trace, 
 For blessings given, ere dawning sense 
 
 Could seek or scan thy grace ; 
 
 Blessings in boyhood's marvelling hour, 
 Bright dreams, and fancyings strange ; 
 
 Blessings when reason's awful power 
 Gave thought a bolder range ; 
 
 Blessings of friends, which to my door 
 Unask'd, unhoped, have come ; 
 
 And choicer still, a countless store 
 Of eager smiles at home. 
 
 Yet, Lord, in memory's fondest place 
 
 I shrine those seasons sad, 
 When, looking up, I saw thy face 
 
 In kind austereness clad. 
 
 I would not miss one sigh or tear, 
 Heart-pang, or throbbing brow ; 
 
 Sweet was the chastisement severe, 
 And sweet its memory now. 
 
 And such thy tender force be still, 
 When self would swerve or stray, 
 
 Shaping to truth the froward will 
 Along thy narrow way. 
 
 John Henry Newman.* 
 
GOD OUR DEFENCE. 
 
 147. 
 
 CALL the Lord thy sure salvation ; 
 Rest beneath the Almighty's shade ; 
 In his secret habitation 
 
 Dwell, nor ever be dismayed. 
 
 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
 Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
 
 Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
 In eternal safeguard there. 
 
 From the sword at noon-day wasting ; 
 
 From the noisome pestilence, 
 Through the midnight city hasting, 
 
 God shall be thy sure defence. 
 
 Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 
 Though a thousand arrows fly ; 
 
 He shall still thy soul deliver 
 
 From his rock of strength on high. 
 
 Though the winds and waves are swelling 
 He shall bear thee safe through all ; 
 
 God himself shall be thy dwelling, 
 Though the very heaven fall. 
 
 And when death thy soul deliver 
 
 From the peril of the world, 
 Thou shalt be on high for ever, 
 
 Safely in his feathers furled. 
 
 All the trouble and temptation, 
 Hushed upon the heavenly shore ; 
 
 Satisfied with God's salvation, 
 Crowned with life for evermore. 
 
 James Montgomery and Stopford A , Brooke, 
 
THANKSGIVING AND PRAISE. 
 
 148. 
 
 OLORD of heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 To thee all praise and glory be ; 
 How shall we show our love to thee, 
 Who givest all ? 
 
 The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
 Sweet flowers and fruit, thy love declare ; 
 When harvests ripen, thou art there, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, 
 For all the blessings earth displays, 
 We owe thee thankfulness and praise, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
 For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
 Father, what can to thee be given, 
 Who givest all ? 
 
 We lose what on ourselves we spend ; 
 We have as treasure without end 
 Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend, 
 Who givest all : 
 
 To thee, from whom we all receive 
 Our life, our gifts, our power to give : 
 O may we ever with thee live, 
 
 Who givest all. 
 
 Bishop Christopher Wordsworth.'- 
 
 149. 
 
 ALMIGHTY, hear us while we raise 
 Our hymn of thankfulness and praise, 
 That thou hast given the human race 
 So bright, so fair a dwelling place : 
 
OUR HELP IN GOD. 
 
 That when this orb of sea and land 
 Was moulded in thy forming hand, 
 Thy calm, benignant smile impressed 
 A beam of heaven upon its breast. 
 
 Lord, teach us, while th' unsated gaze 
 Delighted on thy works delays, 
 To deem the forms of beauty here 
 But shadows of a brighter sphere. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant. 
 
 150. 
 
 'P to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 
 The eternal hills beyond the skies ; 
 Thence all her help my soul derives ; 
 There my almighty refuge lives. 
 
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 He lives, the everlasting God, 
 That built the world, that spread the flood ; 
 The heavens with all their hosts he made, 
 And the dark regions of the dead. 
 
 He guides our feet ; he guards our way ; 
 His morning smiles bless all the day ; 
 He spreads the evening veil, and keeps 
 The silent hours while nature sleeps. 
 
 Divinely are his children blest ; 
 They rise secure, securely rest ; 
 Safe in the Lord, whose heavenly care 
 Defends their life from every snare. 
 
 On them nor ill nor death hath power ; 
 And in their last departing hour 
 Angels, that trace the airy road, 
 Shall bear them homeward to their God. 
 
 Isaac Watts.* 
 
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THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 151. 
 
 GOD is my strong salvation, 
 What foe have I to fear ? 
 In darkness and temptation, 
 My light, my help is near : 
 Though hosts encamp around me, 
 
 Firm to the fight I stand ; 
 What terror can confound me, 
 With God at my right hand ? 
 
 Place on the Lord reliance ; 
 
 My soul with courage wait ; 
 His truth be thine affiance, 
 
 When faint and desolate ; 
 His might thy heart shall strengthen, 
 
 His love thy joy increase ; 
 Mercy thy days shall lengthen ; 
 
 The Lord will give thee peace. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 152. 
 
 SUPREME in wisdom, as in power, 
 The Rock of ages stands ; 
 We see him not, yet may we trace 
 The workings of his hands. 
 
 He gives the conquest to the weak, 
 
 Supports the fainting heart ; 
 And courage in the evil hour 
 
 His heavenly aids impart. 
 
 Mere human powers shall fast decay, 
 
 And youthful vigour cease ; 
 But those who wait upon the Lord, 
 
 In strength shall still increase. 
 
INWARD RENEWAL. 
 
 They with unwearied feet shall tread 
 
 The path of life divine ; 
 With growing ardour onward move, 
 
 With growing brightness shine. 
 
 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar, — 
 
 The wings of faith and love ; — 
 Till past the cloudy regions here, 
 
 They rise to heaven above. 
 Isaac Watts; Scotch Paraphrases ; W . Cameron.* 
 
 153. 
 
 'IGH in the heavens, eternal God, 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
 Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
 That veils and darkens thy designs. 
 
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 For ever firm thy justice stands, 
 As mountains their foundations keep : 
 Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 Thy providence is kind and large ; 
 Both man and beast thy bounty share ; 
 The whole creation is thy charge, 
 But we can bless thee for thy care. 
 
 O God ! how excellent thy grace, 
 Whence all our hope and comfort spring ! 
 The sons of Adam in distress 
 Fly to the shelter of thy wing. 
 
 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, 
 Springs from the presence of the Lord ; 
 And in thy light our souls shall see 
 The glories promised in thy word. 
 
 Isaac Watts.* 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 154. 
 
 LORD, thou hast been our dwelling-place 
 In every generation ; 
 Thy people still have known thy grace, 
 
 And blessed thy consolation ; 
 Through every age thou heard'st our cry ; 
 Through every age we found thee nigh, 
 Our strength and our salvation. 
 
 Our cleaving sins we oft have wept, 
 
 And oft thy patience proved ; 
 But still thy faith we fast have kept, 
 
 Thy name we still have loved : 
 And thou hast kept and loved us well, 
 Hast granted us in thee to dwell, 
 
 Unshaken, unremoved. 
 
 Lord, nothing from thine arms of love 
 
 Shall thine own people sever ; 
 Our helper never will remove, 
 
 Our God will fail us never : 
 Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in thee ; 
 Our dwelling-place thou still wilt be 
 
 For ever and for ever. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower GUI.* 
 
 155. 
 
 MY Father is the mighty Lord whose arm 
 Spans earth and sky and shields his child 
 from harm ; 
 Whose still, small voice of love is yet the same 
 As once in prophets' burning words it came ; 
 Whose glorious works the angel-choirs declare : 
 He hears their praise, — and hearkens to my prayer. 
 
LOVE AND ASPIRATION. 
 
 My brotherhood's a circle stretching wide 
 Around one fount, although a sea divide : 
 With fathers who behold the Lord in light, 
 With saints unborn who shall adore his might, 
 With brothers who the race of faith now run, 
 Household of earth and heaven, I am one ! 
 
 My journey's end lies upward and afar, 
 
 It glimmers bright, but vaguely as a star, 
 
 And oft as faith has caught some glimpse serene, 
 
 So often clouds and mist obscure the scene ; 
 
 Yet, in this longing ends each vision dim, 
 
 To see my Lord — and to be made like him ! 
 
 jfohann Peter Lange, tr. H. L. L.* 
 
 156. 
 
 THERE'S a wideness in God's mercy 
 Like the wideness of the sea ; 
 There's a kindness in his justice, 
 Which is more than liberty. 
 
 There is no place where earth's sorrows 
 Are more felt than up in heaven ; 
 
 There is no place where earth's failings 
 Have such kindly judgment given. 
 
 There is grace enough for thousands 
 Of new worlds as great as this ; 
 
 There is room for fresh creations 
 In that upper home of bliss. 
 
 For the love of God is broader 
 
 Than the measures of man's mind ; 
 
 And the heart of the Eternal 
 Is most wonderfully kind. 
 
 If our love were but more simple, 
 We should take him at his word, 
 
 And our lives would be all sunshine 
 In the sweetness of our Lord. 
 
 Frederick William Faber.* 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 157. 
 
 COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
 And ways into his hands, 
 To his sure truth and tender care, 
 Who earth and heaven commands. 
 Who points the clouds their course, 
 Whom winds and seas obey, 
 He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall prepare thy way. 
 
 Thou on the Lord rely ; 
 
 So safe shalt thou go on ; 
 Fix on his work thy stedfast eye, 
 
 So shall thy work be done. 
 
 No profit canst thou gain 
 
 By self-consuming care ; 
 To him commend thy cause ; his ear 
 
 Attends the softest prayer. 
 
 Thy everlasting truth, 
 
 Father ! thy ceaseless love, 
 Sees all thy children's wants, and knows 
 
 What best for each will prove. 
 
 And whatsoe'er thou will'st, 
 
 Thou dost, O King of kings ; 
 What thy unerring wisdom chose, 
 
 Thy power to being brings. 
 
 Thou everywhere hast sway, 
 And all things serve thy might ; 
 
 Thy every act pure blessing is, 
 Thy path unsullied light. 
 When thou arisest, Lord, 
 Who shall thy work withstand ? 
 
 When all thy children want thou giv'st, 
 Who, who shall stay thy hand ? 
 
 Paid Gerhavdt, tr. John Wesley. % 
 
CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 
 
 158. 
 
 GIVE 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 ; 
 Wait thou his time ; so shall the night 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 Still heavy is thy heart ? 
 
 Still sink thy spirits down ? 
 Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 
 
 And every care be gone. 
 
 What though thou rulest not ? 
 
 Yet earth and heaven tell 
 God sits as sovereign on the throne ; 
 
 He ruleth all things well. 
 
 Leave to his sovereign sway 
 
 To choose and to command ; 
 So shalt thou wondering own, his way 
 
 How wise, how strong his hand ! 
 
 Far, far above thy thought 
 
 His counsel shall appear, 
 When fully he the work hath wrought 
 
 That caused thy needless fear. 
 
 Thou seest our weakness, Lord ! 
 
 Our hearts are known to thee ; 
 O lift thou up the sinking hand, 
 
 Confirm the feeble knee ! 
 
 Let us, in life, in death, 
 
 Thy stedfast truth declare, 
 And publish with our latest breath, 
 
 Thy love and guardian care. 
 
 Paid Geyhardt, tr. John Wesley/' 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 159. 
 
 SOMETIMES a light surprises 
 The Christian while he sings : 
 It is the Lord, who rises 
 
 With healing in his wings : 
 When comforts are declining, 
 
 He grants the soul again 
 A season of clear shining, 
 To cheer it after rain. 
 
 In holy contemplation, 
 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 The theme of God's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow, 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 * E'en let the unknown morrow 
 
 Bring with it what it may.' 
 
 It can bring with it nothing, 
 
 But he will bear us through : 
 Who gives the lilies clothing, 
 
 Will clothe his people too : 
 Beneath the spreading heavens, 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And he who feeds the ravens, 
 
 Will give his children bread. 
 
 Though vine, nor fig-tree neither, 
 
 Its wonted fruit should bear : 
 Though all the field should wither, 
 
 Nor flocks, nor herds be there : 
 Yet God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice ; 
 For, while in him confiding, 
 
 I cannot but rejoice. 
 
 William Cowpev. 
 
LOVE AND SERVICE. 
 
 160. 
 
 GOD is Love : his mercy brightens 
 All the path in which we rove ; 
 Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 Chance and change are busy ever ; 
 
 Man decays, and ages move ; 
 But his mercy waneth never ; 
 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 Even the hour that darkest seemeth 
 Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
 
 From the mist his brightness streameth ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 Hope and comfort from above : 
 
 Every where his glory shineth ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 Sir John Bowring. 
 
 161. 
 
 ORD, it belongs not to my care, 
 Whether I die or live ; 
 To love and serve thee is my share, 
 And this thy grace must give. 
 
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 If death shall bruise this springing seed, 
 
 Before it come to fruit ; 
 The will with thee goes for the deed, 
 
 Thy life was in the root. 
 
 Thou lead'st me through no darker rooms 
 Than Christ went through before ; 
 
 He that into thy kingdom comes, 
 Must enter by this door. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 
 
 Thy blessed face to see : 
 For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
 
 What will thy glory be ? 
 
 My knowledge of that life is small ; 
 
 The eye of faith is dim : 
 But it's enough my God knows all, 
 
 And I shall be with him. 
 
 A rranged from Richard Baxter, 1 68 1 . * 
 
 162. 
 
 I LOOK to thee in every need, 
 And never look in vain ; 
 I feel thy strong and tender love, 
 
 And all is well again : 
 The thought of thee is mightier far 
 Than sin and pain and sorrow are. 
 
 Discouraged in the work of life, 
 
 Disheartened by its load, 
 Shamed by its failures or its fears, 
 
 I sink beside the road ; 
 But let me only think of thee, 
 And then new heart springs up in me. 
 
 Thy calmness bends serene above, 
 
 My restlessness to still ; 
 Around me flows thy quickening life, 
 
 To nerve my faltering will ; 
 Thy presence fills my solitude ; 
 Thy providence turns all to good. 
 
THE LOVE OF GOD. 
 
 Embosomed deep in thy dear love, 
 
 Held in thy law, I stand ; 
 Thy hand in all things I behold, 
 
 And all things in thy hand ; 
 Thou leadest me by unsought ways, 
 And turn'st my mourning into praise. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow, 
 
 163. 
 
 v HOU Grace Divine, encircling all, 
 A shoreless, soundless sea, 
 Wherein at last our souls must fall ; 
 O Love of God most free ! 
 
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 When over dizzy heights we go, 
 
 One soft hand blinds our eyes, 
 The other leads us safe and slow ; 
 
 O Love of God most wise. 
 
 And though we turn us from thy face, 
 
 And wander wide and long, 
 Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace ; 
 
 O Love of God most strong ! 
 
 The saddened heart, the restless soul, 
 
 The toil-worn frame and mind, 
 Alike confess thy sweet control, 
 
 O Love of God most kind ! 
 
 But not alone thy care we claim, 
 
 Our wayward steps to win ; 
 We know thee by a dearer name ; 
 
 O Love of God within. 
 
 And, filled and quickened by thy breath, 
 
 Our souls are strong and free 
 To rise o'er sin and fear and death, 
 
 O Love of God, to thee ! 
 
 Eliza Scudder, 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 164. 
 
 THE Lord is rich and merciful, 
 The Lord is very kind ; 
 O come to him, come now to him, 
 
 With a believing mind. 
 His comforts, they shall strengthen thee, 
 
 Like flowing waters cool ; 
 And he shall for thy spirit be 
 A fountain ever full. 
 
 The Lord is glorious and strong, 
 
 Our God is very high ; 
 O trust in him, trust now in him, 
 
 And have security. 
 He shall be to thee like the sea, 
 
 And thou shalt surely feel 
 His wind, that bloweth healthily, 
 
 Thy sicknesses to heal. 
 
 The Lord is wonderful and wise, 
 
 As all the ages tell ; 
 O learn of him, learn now of him, 
 
 Then with thee it is well. 
 And with his light thou shalt be blest, 
 
 Therein to work and live : 
 And he shall be to thee a rest 
 
 When evening hours arrive. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch. 
 
 165. 
 
 BLEST be thy love, dear Lord, 
 That taught us this sweet way, 
 Only to love thee for thyself, 
 And for that love obey. 
 
SECURITY IN GOD. 
 
 O thou, our souls' chief hope ! 
 We to thy mercy fly : 
 Where'er we are, thou canst protect, 
 Whate'er we need, supply. 
 
 Whether we sleep or wake, 
 To thee we both resign ; 
 By night we see, as well as day, 
 If thy light on us shine. 
 
 Whether we live or die, 
 Both we submit to thee ; 
 In death we live, as well as life, 
 If thine in death we be. 
 
 John Austin.* 
 
 166. 
 
 FATHER, beneath thy sheltering wing, 
 In sweet security we rest ; 
 And fear no evil earth can bring, 
 In life or death supremely blest. 
 
 For life is good, whose tidal flow 
 
 The motions of thy will obeys ; 
 And death is good, that makes us know 
 
 The life divine that all things sways. 
 
 And good it is to bear the cross, 
 And so thy perfect peace to win ; 
 
 And nought is ill, nor brings us loss, 
 Nor works us harm, save only sin. 
 
 Redeemed from this, we ask no more, 
 But trust the love that saves to guide ; 
 
 The grace that yields so rich a store, 
 Will grant us all we need beside. 
 
 William Henry Burleigh, 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 167. 
 
 FATHER I know that all my life 
 Is portioned out for me, 
 And the changes that are sure to come 
 
 I do not fear to see ; 
 But I ask thee for a present mind 
 Intent on pleasing thee. 
 
 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, 
 Through constant watching wise, 
 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
 And to wipe the weeping eyes ; 
 
 And a heart at leisure from itself, 
 To soothe and sympathise. 
 
 I would not have the restless will, 
 
 That hurries to and fro, 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know ; 
 I would be treated as a child, 
 
 And guided where I go. 
 
 I ask thee for the daily strength, 
 
 To none that ask denied, 
 And a mind to blend with outward life 
 
 While keeping at thy side ; 
 Content to fill a little space 
 
 If thou be glorified. 
 
 In a service which thy will appoints 
 
 There are no bonds for me ; 
 For my inmost heart is taught the truth 
 
 That makes thy children free ; 
 And a life of self-renouncing love, 
 
 Is a life of liberty. 
 
 Anna Lcetitia Waring.* 
 
REST IN THE LORD. 
 
 168. 
 
 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, wheresoe'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 ; 
 
 That death seems but a covered way 
 
 Which opens into light, 
 Wherein no blinded child can stray 
 
 Beyond the Father's sight ; 
 
 That care and trial seem at last, 
 
 Through memory's sunset air, 
 Like mountain-ranges overpast, 
 
 In purple distance fair ; 
 
 That all the jarring notes of life 
 
 Seem blending in a psalm, 
 And all the angles of its strife 
 
 Slow 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. 
 
 John Greenleaf Whittier,* 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 169. 
 
 OLORD, how happy should we be 
 If we could cast our care on thee, 
 If we from self could rest ; 
 And feel at heart that One above, 
 In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 
 Is working for the best. 
 
 How far from this our daily life, 
 How oft disturbed by anxious strife, 
 
 By sudden wild alarms ; 
 O, could we but relinquish all 
 Our earthly props, and simply fall 
 
 On thine Almighty arms ! 
 
 Could we but kneel and cast our load, 
 E'en while we pray, upon our God, 
 
 Then rise with lightened cheer ; 
 Sure that the Father, who is nigh 
 To still the famished raven's cry, 
 
 Will hear in that we fear. 
 
 We cannot trust him as we should ; 
 So chafes weak nature's restless mood 
 
 To cast its peace away ; 
 But birds and flowers around us preach, 
 All, all the present evil teach 
 
 Sufficient for the day. 
 
 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
 Such lessons learn from birds and flowers ; 
 
 Make them from self to cease, 
 Leave all things to a Father's will, 
 And taste, before him lying still, 
 
 E'en in affliction, peace. 
 
 Joseph Anstice, 
 
REST IN THE LORD. 
 
 170. 
 
 OLOVE divine, of all that is 
 The sweetest still and best, 
 Fain would I come and rest with thee 
 
 Upon thy tender breast ; 
 I pray thee turn me not away ; 
 
 For, sinful though I be, 
 Thou knowest every thing I need, 
 And all my need of thee. 
 
 And yet the spirit in my heart 
 
 Says, Wherefore should I pray 
 That thou shouldst seek me with thy love, 
 
 Since thou dost seek alway ? 
 And dost not even wait until 
 
 I urge my steps to thee ; 
 But in the darkness of my life 
 
 Art coming still to me. 
 
 But thou wilt hear the thought I mean, 
 
 And not the words I say ; 
 Wilt hear the thanks among the words, 
 
 That only seem to pray. 
 Still, still thy love will beckon me, 
 
 And still thy strength will come 
 In many ways to bear me up 
 
 And bring me to my home. 
 
 I would not have thee otherwise 
 
 Than what thou still must be ; 
 Yea, thou art God, and what thou art 
 
 Is ever best for me. 
 And so, for all my sighs, my heart 
 
 Doth sing itself to rest, 
 O Love divine, most far and near, 
 
 Upon thy tender breast. 
 
 Arranged from John White Chadwick/' 
 
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THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 171. 
 
 GOD moves in a mysterious way 
 His wonders to perform ; 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 
 And works his sovereign will. 
 
 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 
 But trust him for his grace ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 
 And scan his work in vain ; 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 William Cowper. 
 
 172. 
 
 THOU, who hast at thy command 
 The hearts of all men in thy hand ! 
 Our wayward, erring hearts incline 
 To have no other will but thine, 
 
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STRENGTH IN GOD. 
 
 Our wishes, our desires, control ; 
 Mould every purpose of the soul ; 
 O'er all may we victorious be, 
 That stands between ourselves and thee. 
 
 Twice blest will all our blessings be, 
 When we can look through them to thee ; 
 When each glad heart its tribute pays 
 Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 
 
 Still make us, when temptation's near, 
 As our worst foe ourselves to fear : 
 And, each vainglorious thought to quell, 
 Teach us how Peter vowed and fell. 
 
 Yet may we feeble, weak and frail, 
 Against our mightiest foes prevail : 
 Thy word, our safety from alarm ; 
 Our strength, thy everlasting arm. 
 
 And, while we to thy glory live, 
 May we to thee all glory give, 
 Until the joyful summons come 
 That calls thy willing servants home. 
 
 Jane Cotterill. 
 
 173. 
 
 THY way is in the deep, O Lord ! 
 E'en there we'll go with thee : 
 We'll meet the tempest at thy word, 
 And walk upon the sea ! 
 
 Poor tremblers at his rougher wind, 
 Why do we doubt him so ? — 
 
 Who gives the storm a path, will find 
 The way our feet shall go. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 A moment may his hand be lost, — 
 
 Drear moment of delay ! — 
 We cry, ' Lord ! help the tempest-tost,' — 
 
 And safe we're borne away. 
 
 The Lord yields nothing to our fears, 
 
 And flies from selfish care ; 
 But comes himself, where'er he hears 
 
 The voice of loving prayer. 
 
 O happy soul of faith divine ! 
 
 Thy victory how sure ! 
 The love that kindles joy is thine, — 
 
 The patience to endure. 
 
 Come, Lord of peace ! our griefs dispel ; 
 
 And wipe our tears away : 
 'T is thine, to order all things well, 
 
 And ours, to bless the sway. 
 
 James Martineau. 
 
 174. 
 
 THOU, by long experience tried, 
 Near whom no grief can long abide ;- 
 My Lord, how full of sweet content 
 My years of pilgrimage are spent ! 
 
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 All scenes alike engaging prove, 
 To souls impressed with sacred love ; 
 Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee, 
 In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 
 
 To them remains nor place nor time ; 
 Their country is in every clime ; 
 They can be calm and free from care 
 On any shore, since God is there. 
 
A PRESENT GOD. 
 
 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
 The soul finds happiness in none ; 
 But with a God to guide our way, 
 'T is equal joy to go or stay. 
 
 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. 
 
 Madame Guion, tr. W. Cowper. 
 
 175. 
 
 "*0 thee, my God, my days are known ; 
 My soul enjoys the thought ; 
 My actions all before thy face, 
 Nor are my faults forgot. 
 
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 Each secret wish devotion breathes 
 
 Is vocal to thine ear ; 
 And all my walks of daily life 
 
 Before thine eye appear. 
 
 The vacant hour, the active scene, 
 
 Thy mercy shall approve ; 
 And every pang of sympathy, 
 
 And every care of love. 
 
 Each golden hour of beaming light 
 
 Is gilded by thy rays ; 
 And dark affliction's midnight gloom 
 
 A present God surveys. 
 
 Full in thy view through life I pass, 
 
 And in thy view I die ; 
 And, when each mortal bond is broke, 
 
 My God will still be nigh. 
 
 Philip Doddridge. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 176. 
 
 GO not far from me, O my Strength, 
 Whom all my times obey ; 
 Take from me anything thou wilt, 
 
 But go not thou away, — 
 And let the storm that does thy work 
 Deal with me as it may. 
 
 On thy compassion I repose 
 
 In weakness and distress : 
 I will not ask for greater ease, 
 
 Lest I should love thee less. 
 O 't is a blessed thing for me 
 
 To need thy tenderness. 
 
 Thy love has many a lighted path 
 
 No outward eye can trace, 
 And my heart sees thee in the deep 
 
 With darkness in its face, 
 And communes with thee, 'mid the storm, 
 
 As in a secret place. 
 
 When I am feeble as a child, 
 
 And flesh and heart give way, 
 Then on thy everlasting strength 
 
 With passive trust I stay, 
 And the rough wind becomes a song ; 
 
 The darkness shines like day. 
 
 Deep unto deep may call, but I 
 
 With peaceful heart can say, 
 Thy loving-kindness hath a charge 
 
 No waves can take away : 
 Then let the storm that speeds me home 
 
 Deal with me as it may. 
 
 Anna Lcetitia Waring.* 
 
STRENGTH IN GOD. 
 
 177. 
 
 OTHOU who art of all that is 
 Beginning both and end, 
 We follow thee through unknown paths, 
 
 Since all to thee must tend : 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep 
 
 Beyond all fathom-line ; 
 Our wisdom is the childlike heart, 
 Our strength, to trust in thine. 
 
 We bless thee for the skies above, 
 
 And for the earth beneath, 
 For hopes that blossom here below 
 
 And wither not with death ; 
 But most we bless thee for thyself, 
 
 O heavenly Light within, 
 Whose dayspring in our hearts dispels 
 
 The darkness of our sin. 
 
 Be thou in joy our deeper joy, 
 
 Our comfort when distressed ; 
 Be thou by day our strength for toil, 
 
 And thou by night our rest. 
 And when these earthly dwellings fail, 
 
 And time's last hour is come, 
 Be thou, O God, our dwelling place, 
 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
 178. 
 
 WE praise thee oft for hours of bliss, 
 For days of peace and rest, 
 But cannot school the heart to know 
 When pain and tears are best. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 We praise thee for our quiet hours, 
 
 For kind and pleasant ways ; 
 Dear God ! When shall we learn to sing 
 
 Through weary nights and days ? 
 
 Are there no hours of conflict fierce, 
 
 No heavy toils and pains, 
 No watchings and no weariness 
 
 That bring their precious gains ? 
 
 O could we once believe the prayer 
 
 Our lips repeat in vain, 
 Then, as of old, we should be still, 
 
 And walk with God again. 
 
 Then every thorny crown of care, 
 
 Worn well in patience now, 
 Would grow a glorious diadem 
 
 Upon the faithful brow. 
 
 And sorrow's face would be unveiled, 
 
 And we at last should see 
 Her eyes are eyes of tenderness, 
 
 Her speech but echoes thee. 
 
 John Page Hopps. 
 
 179. 
 
 DARK is the sky that overhangs my soul, 
 The mists are thick that through the valley 
 roll, 
 But as I tread, I cheer my heart and say, 
 When the day breaks, the shadows flee away. 
 
 I bear the lamp my Master gave to me, 
 Burning and shining must it ever be, 
 And I must tend it till the night decay, — 
 Till the day break, and shadows flee away. 
 
GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 God maketh all things good unto his own, 
 For them in every darkness light is sown ; 
 He will make good the gloom of this my day, — 
 Till that day break, and shadows flee away. 
 
 He will be near me in the awful hour 
 When the last foe shall come in blackest power ; 
 And he will hear me when at last I pray — 
 ' Let the day break, the shadows flee away ! ' 
 
 In him, my God, my Glory, I will trust : 
 Awake and sing, O dweller in the dust ! 
 Who shall come, will come, and will not delay, — 
 His day will break, those shadows flee away ! 
 
 Samuel John Stone. 
 
 180. 
 
 CANNOT always trace the way 
 Where thou, Almighty One, dost move ; 
 But I can always, always say, 
 That God is love. 
 
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 When mystery clouds my darkened path, 
 
 I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove ; 
 In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
 That God is love. 
 
 When hope grows faint and knowledge fails, 
 
 And reason vainly tries to prove ; 
 For faith, for proof, for sight avails, 
 That God is love. 
 
 Yes, God is love, — a trust like this 
 
 Can every gloomy thought remove, 
 And turn all tears, all woes to bliss ; 
 Our God is love. 
 
 Sir John Bowring* 
 
181. 
 
 THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 FATHER, Refuge of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high : 
 Hide me, O my Father, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life be past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 O receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, O leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me. 
 All my trust on thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Cleanse me, Lord, from every sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. 
 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 Charles Wesley, 
 
 182. 
 
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 WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind, 
 And smiling day once more appears ; 
 Then, gracious Father, then I find 
 The folly of my doubts and fears. 
 
GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 
 And blush that I should ever be 
 Thus prone to act so base a part, 
 Or harbour one hard thought of thee. 
 
 let me then at length be taught, 
 What I am still so slow to learn ; 
 That God is love, and changes not, 
 Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 
 
 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 
 But when my faith is sharply tried, 
 
 1 find myself a learner yet, 
 Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 
 
 But, O my Lord, one look from thee 
 Subdues the disobedient will ; 
 Drives doubt and discontent away, 
 And thy rebellious child is still. 
 
 Thou art as ready to forgive 
 
 As I am ready to repine : 
 
 Thou therefore all the praise receive, 
 
 Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 
 
 William Cowper.* 
 
 183. 
 
 STILL will we trust, though earth seem dark 
 and dreary, 
 And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod ; 
 Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and 
 weary, 
 
 Still will we trust in God. 
 
 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, 
 
 And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; 
 Through him alone who hath our way appointed, 
 We find our peace again. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 Choose for us, God ! nor let our weak preferring 
 
 Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed ; 
 Choose for us, God ! thy wisdom is unerring, 
 And we are fools and blind. 
 
 So from the sky the night shall furl her shadows, 
 
 And day pour gladness through his golden gates; 
 Our rough path lead to flower-enamelled meadows, 
 Where joy our coming waits. 
 
 Let us press on, in patient self-denial, 
 
 Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss ; 
 Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial, 
 Our crown beyond the cross. 
 
 William Henry Burleigh. 
 
 184. 
 
 WHAT comforts, Lord, to those are given, 
 Who seek in thee their home and rest ! 
 They find on earth an opening heaven, 
 And in thy peace are amply blest. 
 
 Their tranquil joy no troubles banish ; 
 
 Their hiding-place is safe above ! 
 The dismal clouds of night must vanish 
 
 At dawning of thy light of love ! 
 
 In thee, O Lord, I seek protection ; 
 
 To thee I take my eager flight : 
 I yield my feet to thy direction ; 
 
 Behold ! my ways are in thy sight. 
 
 If thou through thorny paths wilt lead me, 
 
 I'll simply trust in thee, O Lord ! 
 The clouds at thy command must feed me, 
 
 And rocks refreshing drink afford. 
 
 Wolfgang Christoph Dessler, 1692.* 
 
THE WAY OF GOD'S CHOICE. 
 
 185. 
 
 THY way, not mine, O Lord, 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by thine own hand, 
 Choose out the path for me. 
 
 Smooth let it be or rough, 
 
 It will be still the best ; 
 Winding or straight, it leads 
 
 Right onward to thy rest. 
 
 I dare not choose my lot ; 
 
 I would not if I might ; 
 Choose thou for me, my God ; 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 The kingdom that I seek 
 
 Is thine : so let the way 
 That leads to it be thine, 
 
 Else I must surely stray. 
 
 Take thou my cup, and it 
 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 As best to thee may seem ; 
 
 Choose thou my good and ill. 
 
 Choose thou for me my friends, 
 
 My sickness or my health ; 
 Choose thou my cares for me, 
 
 My poverty or wealth. 
 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 
 In things or great or small ; 
 Be thou my guide, my strength, 
 
 My wisdom, and my all ! 
 
 Horatius Bonar. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 186. 
 
 MY God, my Father, while I stray, 
 Far from my home on life's rough way, 
 
 teach me from my heart to say, 
 
 ' Thy will be done.' 
 
 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
 Let me be still and murmur not, 
 Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
 ' Thy will be done. 1 
 
 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
 For friends beloved, no longer nigh, 
 Submissive would I still reply, 
 
 ' Thy will be done.' 
 
 If thou should'st call me to resign 
 What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; 
 
 1 only yield thee what is thine : 
 
 c Thy will be done.' 
 
 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
 With thy sweet spirit for its guest ; 
 My God, to thee I leave the rest : 
 
 1 Thy will be done.' 
 
 Renew my will from day to day, 
 Blend it with thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say, 
 
 ' Thy will be done.' 
 
 Then when on earth I breathe no more 
 The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
 I'll sing upon a happier shore, 
 
 ' Thy will be done.' 
 
 Charlotte Elliot, 
 
KNOWLEDGE AND SYMPATHY. 
 
 187. 
 
 THOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and 
 sorrow 
 Of each sad heart that comes to thee for rest : 
 Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, 
 Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed, 
 We come before thee at thy gracious word, 
 And lay them at thy feet : thou knowest, Lord. 
 
 Thou knowest all the past ; how long and blindly 
 
 On the dark mountains the lost wanderer 
 
 strayed ; 
 
 How the good Shepherd followed, and how kindly 
 
 He bore it home, upon his shoulders laid ; 
 
 And healed the bleeding wounds and soothed 
 
 the pain, 
 And brought back life, and hope, and strength 
 again. 
 
 Thou knowest all the present ; each temptation, 
 Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear ; 
 
 All to each one assigned of tribulation, 
 Or to beloved ones, than self more dear ; 
 All pensive memories, as w r e journey on, 
 Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone. 
 
 Thou knowest all the future ; gleams of gladness 
 
 By stormy clouds too quickly overcast ; 
 Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness, 
 And the dark river to be crossed at last ; 
 O what could hope and confidence afford 
 To tread that path, but this, — thou knowest, 
 Lord. 
 
 H.L.L. 
 
THE LIFE OF TRUST. 
 
 188. 
 
 FATHER, to thee we look in all our sorrow, 
 Thou art the fountain whence our healing flows ; 
 Dark though the night, joy cometh with the morrow ; 
 Safely they rest who on thy love repose. 
 
 When fond hopes fail, and skies are dark before us, 
 When the vain cares that vex our life increase, — 
 
 Comes with its calm the thought that thou art o'er us, 
 And we grow quiet, folded in thy peace. 
 
 Naught shall affright us on thy goodness leaning, 
 Low in the heart faith singeth still her song ; 
 
 Chastened by pain we learn life's deeper meaning, 
 And in our weakness thou dost make us strong. 
 
 Patient, O heart, though heavy be thy sorrows ! 
 
 Be not cast down, disquieted in vain ; 
 Yet shalt thou praise him when these darkened furrows, 
 
 Where now he ploweth, wave with golden grain. 
 
 Frederick L . Hosmer. 
 
 189. 
 
 THE thought of God, the thought of thee, 
 Who liest in my heart, 
 And yet beyond imagined space 
 Outstretched and present art, — 
 
 The thought of thee, above, below, 
 
 Around me and within, 
 Is more to me than health and wealth 
 
 Or love of kith and kin. 
 
 It is a thought which ever makes 
 Life's sweetest smiles from tears, 
 
 And is a daybreak to our hopes, 
 A sunset to our fears. 
 
THE THOUGHT OF GOD. 
 
 One while it bids the tears to flow, 
 Then wipes them from the eyes, 
 
 Most often fills our souls with joy, 
 And always sanctifies. 
 
 To think of thee is almost prayer, 
 
 And is outspoken praise ; 
 And pain can even passive thoughts 
 
 To actual worship raise. 
 
 All murmurs lie inside thy will 
 Which are to thee addressed ; 
 
 To suffer for thee is our work, 
 To think of thee our rest. 
 
 Frederick William Fabev. 
 
 190. 
 
 COME brothers, let us go ! 
 Our Father is our guide ; 
 And if our way be bright or dark, 
 He's ever at our side. 
 
 Our spirits he will cheer, 
 With sunshine of his love ; 
 He guards us and we need not fear 
 With such a friend above. 
 
 The strong be quick to raise 
 The weaker when they fall : 
 Let love and peace and patience bloom 
 In ready help for all. 
 
 Come brothers, let us go ! 
 We travel hand in hand : 
 Each with his brother walks in joy 
 Through this dear Fatherland. 
 
 Adapted from G. Tersteegen. 
 
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THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 191. 
 
 AWAKE, our souls ! away our fears ! 
 Let every trembling thought begone ! 
 Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 That feeds the strength of every saint : — 
 
 Thee, — mighty God ! whose matchless power 
 Is ever new and ever young, 
 And firm endures, while endless years 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 
 From thee, the overflowing spring, 
 Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 
 While such as trust their native strength 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 
 
 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
 We'll mount aloft to thine abode : 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 192. 
 
 CHILDREN of the heavenly King ! 
 As ye journey, sweetly sing : 
 Sing your Maker's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways ! 
 
 Ye are travelling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, — and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
THE JOURNEY HEAVENWARD. 
 
 Fear not, brethren ; lo ! we stand 
 On the borders of our land : 
 Jesus, from its summit won, 
 Bids you undismayed go on. 
 
 Lord ! obediently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 John Cennick.* 
 
 193. 
 
 FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go, 
 My daily labour to pursue ; 
 Thee, only thee, resolved to know 
 In all I think, or speak, or do. 
 
 The task thy wisdom hath assigned 
 O let me cheerfully fulfil ; 
 In all my works thy presence find, 
 And prove thine acceptable will. 
 
 Thee may I set at my right hand, 
 Whose eyes mine inmost spirit see ; 
 And labour on at thy command, 
 And offer all my works to thee. 
 
 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, 
 And every moment watch and pray, 
 And still to things eternal look, 
 And hasten to thy glorious day. 
 
 For thee delightfully employ 
 
 Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given ; 
 
 And run my course with even joy, 
 
 And closely walk with thee to heaven. 
 
 Charles Wesley. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 194. , ' 
 
 GOD'S trumpet wakes the slumbering world : 
 Now, each man to his post ! 
 The red-cross banner is unfurled : 
 Who joins the glorious host ? 
 
 He who, in fealty to the Truth, 
 
 And counting all the cost, 
 Doth consecrate his generous youth, — 
 
 He joins the noble host ! 
 
 He who, no anger on his tongue, 
 
 Nor any idle boast, 
 Bears steadfast witness against wrong, — 
 
 He joins the sacred host ! 
 
 He who, with calm undaunted will, 
 
 Ne'er counts the battle lost, 
 But, though defeated, battles still, — 
 
 He joins the faithful host ! 
 
 He who is ready for the cross, 
 
 The cause despised loves most ; 
 And shuns not pain or shame or loss, — 
 
 He joins the martyr host ! 
 
 Samuel Longfellow, 
 
 195. 
 
 COME, labour on : 
 Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain, 
 While all around him waves the golden grain, 
 And every servant hears the Master say, 
 ' Go, work to-day'? 
 
 Come, labour on : 
 The labourers are few, the field is wide ; 
 New stations must be filled, and blanks supplied : 
 From voices distant far, or near at home, 
 
 The call is ' Come.' 
 
THE MASTER'S SERVICE. 
 
 Come, labour on : 
 Away with gloomy doubt and faithless fear, 
 No arm so weak, but may do service here ; 
 By hands the feeblest can our God fulfil 
 
 His righteous will. 
 
 Come, labour on : 
 No time for rest till glows the western sky, 
 While the long shadows o'er our pathway lie, 
 And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, 
 
 ' Servants, well done ! ' 
 
 Come, labour on : 
 The toil is pleasant and the harvest sure ; 
 Blessed are those who to the end endure ; 
 How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be, 
 
 O Lord, with thee ! 
 
 H.L.L. 
 
 196. 
 
 ONOT remote from human ill, 
 Nor shut secluded from the strife, 
 The Christian truly lives his life 
 Or does the Master's hallowed will ; 
 
 But in the tumult and the throng, 
 
 Where hungers want and moans distress, 
 A voice to soothe, a hand to bless, 
 
 With humble toil he moves along ; 
 
 Nor turns from common tasks aside, 
 Nor fears to face temptation's power, 
 But trusts, in every trying hour, 
 
 To One in heaven to safely guide. 
 
 Be mine, within the Master's field, 
 The round of Christian work to lead, 
 That faith, made manifest by deed, 
 
 May fruitage to the gleaning yield. 
 
 William Tidd Mat son,"'' 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 197. 
 
 ABIDE not in the realm of dreams, 
 O man, however fair it seems, 
 Where drowsy airs thy powers repress 
 In languors of sweet idleness. 
 
 Nor linger in the misty past, 
 Entranced in visions vague and vast ; 
 But with clear eye the present scan, 
 And hear the call of God and man. 
 
 That call, though many-voiced, is one, 
 With mighty meanings in each tone, 
 Through sob and laughter, shriek and prayer, 
 Its summons meets thee everywhere. 
 
 Think not in sleep to fold thy hands, 
 Forgetful of thy Lord's commands ; 
 From duty's claims no life is free, — 
 Behold, to-day hath need of thee. 
 
 The present hour allots thy task : 
 For present strength and patience ask, 
 And trust his love, whose sure supplies 
 Meet all thy needs as they arise. 
 
 Lo the broad fields with harvests white 
 Thy hands to strenuous toil invite ; 
 And he who labours and believes 
 Shall reap reward of ample sheaves. 
 
 While the day lingers, do thy best ! 
 Full soon the night will bring its rest ; 
 And, duty done, that rest shall be 
 Full of beatitudes to thee. 
 
 William Henry Burleigh.* 
 
THE PRESENCE OF THE LORD. 
 
 198. 
 
 LIFE, and light, and joy are found 
 In the presence of the Lord ; 
 Life with richest blessings crowned, 
 
 Light from many fountains poured. 
 Life and light and holy joy, 
 None can darken or destroy. 
 
 Bring to him life's brightest hours, 
 He will make them still more bright ; 
 
 Give to him your noblest powers, 
 He will hallow all your might. 
 
 Come to him with eager quest, 
 
 You shall hear his high behest. 
 
 All your questions large and deep, 
 
 All the open thought of youth 
 Bring to him, and you shall reap 
 
 All the harvest of his truth. 
 You shall find in that great store, 
 Largest love and wisest lore. 
 
 Then, when comes life's wider sphere, 
 
 And its busier enterprise, 
 You shall find him ever near, 
 
 Looking with approving eyes 
 On all honest work and true, 
 His dear servants' hands can do. 
 
 And if care should dim your eye, 
 And life's shadows come apace, 
 
 You shall find him ever nigh 
 In the glory of his face, 
 
 Changing sorrow's darkest night 
 
 Into morning clear and bright. 
 
 Charles Edward Mudic. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 199. 
 
 OGOD what sacrifice can I 
 Bring to the glory of thy throne ? 
 Thine is the earth and boundless sky ; 
 What have I which is not thine own ? 
 Nought but my will, myself, my whole, 
 My body, spirit, and my soul ! 
 
 These thou hast deigned to ask of me, 
 And yet they are thy gifts, and I 
 Am bound to render them to thee — 
 Therefore in power and love be nigh, 
 That I with no reluctant brow, 
 May bring them to thy footstool now. 
 
 Put thou my body to thy school, 
 A living sacrifice to thee ; 
 All the five gates of feeling rule, 
 In self-control my freedom be, 
 
 Till every sense, and all desires 
 
 Be purged by thy refining fires. 
 
 Thine too, the images, the thought, 
 
 Building, unbuilding in my soul ; 
 
 The love that earth to heaven brought, 
 
 The hopes of youth, the dreams that stole 
 Through manhood's work, and seemed to bring 
 Out of the deep some treasured thing. 
 
 Fill me with righteousness and truth, 
 With joy and peace, and gentle mood, 
 Courage, and hope's immortal youth, 
 Long- suffering and fortitude, 
 
 Meekness and temperance and awe, 
 And most, with loving of thy law. 
 
SELF-CONSECRATION. 
 
 And O, where I am most alone, 
 
 Deep in my inner nature, be ! 
 
 Clothe with perfection like thine own 
 
 My spirit, let me put on thee ! 
 
 Then lift me, Lord, to heaven, and move 
 My life through worlds and worlds of love. 
 
 St op ford A . Brooke. 
 
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 200. 
 
 ORD ! in the fulness of my might, 
 I would for thee be strong ; 
 While runneth o'er each dear delight, 
 To thee should soar my song. 
 
 I would not give the world my heart, 
 And then profess thy love ; 
 I would not feel my strength depart, 
 And then thy service prove. 
 
 I would not with swift-winged zeal 
 On the world's errands go ; 
 And labour up the heavenly hill 
 With weary feet and slow. 
 
 O, not for thee my weak desires, 
 My poorer, baser part ! 
 O, not for thee my fading fires 
 The ashes of my heart ! 
 
 O, choose me in my golden time ! 
 In my dear joys have part ! 
 For thee the glory of my prime — 
 The fulness of my heart ! 
 
 I cannot, Lord, too early take 
 The covenant divine ; 
 O, ne'er the happy heart may break 
 Whose earliest love was thine. 
 
 Thomas Hovnblozvev Gill. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 201. 
 
 OLORD ! thy heavenly grace impart, 
 And fix my frail, inconstant heart ; 
 Henceforth my chief desire shall be, 
 To dedicate myself to thee : 
 To thee, my God ! to thee. 
 
 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, 
 One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; 
 That silent, secret thought shall be, 
 That all my hopes are fixed on thee : 
 On thee, my God ! on thee. 
 
 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; 
 Thou 'rt present, Lord, in every place ; 
 And wheresoe'er my lot may be, 
 Still shall my spirit cleave to thee : 
 To thee, my God ! to thee. 
 
 Renouncing every wordly thing, 
 
 Safe 'neath the covert of thy wing, 
 
 My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, 
 
 That all I want, I find in thee : 
 
 In thee, my God ! in thee. 
 
 J. F. Oberlin, tr. Lacy Wilsons 
 
 202. 
 
 THOU, who deignest from above 
 The pure celestial fire to impart ! 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 On the mean altar of my heart. 
 
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 There let it for thy glory burn, 
 With unextinguishable blaze ; 
 And trembling to its source return 
 In humble prayer, and fervent praise. 
 
PRAYER AND WORK. 
 
 O Lord, confirm my heart's desire, 
 To work, and speak, and think for thee ; 
 Still let me guard the holy fire, 
 And still stir up thy gift in me : 
 
 Ready for all thy perfect will, 
 My acts of faith and love repeat ; 
 Till death thy endless mercies seal, 
 And make the sacrifice complete. 
 
 Charles Wesley* 
 
 203. 
 
 CHRISTIAN ! rise and act thy creed, 
 Let thy prayer be in thy deed. 
 Seek the right, perform the true : 
 Thou canst make thy life anew. 
 
 Hearts around thee sink with care, 
 Thou canst help their load to bear ; 
 Thou canst bring inspiring light, 
 Arm their faltering wills to fight. 
 
 Principalities and powers 
 Still beset thy weaker hours. 
 Give them battle, seal their doom, 
 Angel-guests shall fill their room. 
 
 Let thine alms be hope and joy, 
 And thy worship God's employ : 
 Give him thanks in humble zeal, 
 Learning all his will to feel. 
 
 Come then, Law divine, and reign, 
 Freest faith assailed in vain, 
 Perfect love bereft of fear, 
 Born in heaven and radiant here. 
 
 Rollo Russell * 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 204. 
 
 LORD I am thine — but scarce a gift 
 Of me my Lord hath won ; 
 My heart's best love to thee I lift, 
 Yet service slight have done. 
 
 What service so delights my hands 
 
 As tasks my God hath set ? 
 Yet idle, Lord, thy servant stands, 
 
 Thy business lingers yet. 
 
 What journey such full sweetness hath 
 
 As the rough walk with God ? 
 Yet, Lord, thy pilgrim loitereth 
 
 Along the glorious road. 
 
 I wander, Lord, a stranger here ; 
 
 All hidden lies my path : 
 Wilt thou not, heavenly Guide, appear ? 
 
 Sore need thy servant hath. 
 
 Look, Lord, how thy poor pilgrim burns 
 
 To find some path divine ! 
 Hark ! how thy praying servant yearns 
 
 To do some work of thine ! 
 
 Make plain the very path my feet 
 
 Most fitly may pursue ! 
 Show me the very work most meet 
 
 For my poor hands to do ! 
 
 O ! make this glowing love of mine 
 
 A world-inflaming fire ; 
 And let me learn of grace divine 
 
 To work and never tire. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill, 
 
THE DISCIPLE'S PRAYER. 
 
 205. 
 
 OGOD, 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. 
 
 O for 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, 
 For ever standing on its guard 
 And watching unto prayer ! — 
 
 O for a true regard, 
 A single steady aim, 
 Unmoved by threatening or reward, 
 To thee and thy great name. 
 
 A soul inured to pain, 
 To hardship, grief, and loss ; 
 Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 
 The consecrated cross ! 
 
 Lord ! let me still abide, 
 Nor from my hope remove, 
 Till thou my patient spirit guide 
 Into thy perfect love. 
 
 Charles Wesley * 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 206. 
 
 GOD of the earnest heart — 
 The trust assured and still, 
 Thou who our strength for ever art, — 
 We come to do thy will ! 
 
 Upon that painful road 
 By saints serenely trod, 
 Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, 
 Would we go forth, O God ! 
 
 'Gainst doubt and shame and fear 
 In human hearts to strive, 
 That all may learn to love and bear, 
 To conquer self, and live : 
 
 To draw thy blessing down 
 And bring the wronged redress, 
 And give this glorious world its crown, 
 The spirit's Godlikeness. 
 
 No dreams from toil to charm, 
 No trembling on the tongue, — 
 Lord, in thy rest may we be calm, 
 
 Through thy completeness, strong ! 
 
 Thou hearest while we pray ; 
 O deep within us write, 
 With kindling power, our God, to-day, 
 Thy word,— < On earth be light.' 
 
 Samuel Johnson. 
 
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 207. 
 
 RACIOUS Father, hear our prayer, 
 Leave us not, lest we despair ; 
 Let thine arm our safeguard be, 
 Hear the prayer we raise to thee : 
 God of power, and God of might, 
 Shield thy servants in the fight. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE. 
 
 Soldiers of the Cross, we stand 
 
 Armed for battle by thine hand ; 
 
 Rock of strength, to thee we fly ; 
 
 Hide us in adversity. 
 
 God of power, and God of might, 
 Shield thy servants in the fight. 
 
 Lasting are thy mercies, Lord, 
 
 Truth eternal is thy word ; 
 
 Justice is thy awful throne, 
 
 Yet thou reign'st by love alone. 
 God of power, and God of might, 
 Shield thy servants in the fight. 
 
 Let the glorious heavens sing, 
 
 Hallelujah to our King ! 
 
 Earth and seas ! repeat the word ; 
 
 Men and angels ! praise the Lord. 
 O Defender of the right, 
 Shield thy servants in the fight. 
 
 Christian Hymns. 
 
 208. 
 
 B 1 
 
 lELIEVE not those who say 
 The upward path is smooth, 
 Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way 
 And faint before the truth. 
 
 It is the only road 
 Unto the realms of joy ; 
 But he who seeks that blest abode 
 Must all his powers employ. 
 
 Arm, arm thee for the fight ! 
 Cast useless loads away ; 
 Watch through the darkest hours of night : 
 Toil through the hottest day. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 To labour and to love, 
 
 To pardon and endure, 
 
 To lift thy heart to God above, 
 
 And keep thy conscience pure : 
 
 Be this thy constant aim, 
 Thy hope, thy chief delight ; 
 What matter who should whisper blame, 
 Or who should scorn or slight, — 
 
 If but thy God approve, 
 
 And if, within thy breast, 
 
 Thou feel the comfort of his love, 
 
 The earnest of his rest ? 
 
 Anne Bronte.* 
 
 209. 
 
 DISMISS me not thy service, Lord, 
 But train me for thy will ; 
 For even I, in fields so broad, 
 
 Some duties may fulfil ; 
 And I will ask for no reward, 
 Except to serve thee still. 
 
 How many serve, how many more 
 
 May to the service come ; 
 To tend the vines, the grapes to store, 
 
 Thou dost appoint for some : 
 Thou hast thy young men at the war, 
 
 Thy little ones at home. 
 
 All works are good, and each is best 
 
 As most it pleases thee ; 
 Each worker pleases when the rest 
 
 He serves in charity ; 
 And neither man nor work unblest 
 
 Wilt thou permit to be. 
 
SERVICE AND SONSHIP. 
 
 Our Master all the work hath done 
 
 He asks of us to-day ; 
 Sharing his service, every one 
 
 Share too his sonship may : 
 Lord, I would serve and be a son ; 
 
 Dismiss me not, I pray. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch. 
 
 210. 
 
 SOW in the morn thy seed, 
 At eve hold not thy hand ; 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
 Broadcast it o'er the land. 
 
 Beside all waters sow, 
 The highway furrows stock, 
 Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
 Scatter it on the rock. 
 
 The good, the fruitful ground, 
 Expect not here nor there ; 
 O'er hill and dale, by plots 'tis found ; 
 Go forth, then, everywhere. 
 
 And duly shall appear, 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 Cold, heat, and moist and dry, 
 Shall foster and mature the grain, 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 Thence, when the glorious end, 
 The day of God is come, 
 The angel-reapers shall descend, 
 And heaven cry — * Harvest home ! ' 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
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THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 211. 
 
 LIE open, soul ! around thee press 
 A thousand things divine ; 
 All glory and all holiness 
 Are waiting to be thine. 
 
 Lie open, soul ! be swift to catch 
 
 Each glory ere it flies ; 
 Life's hours are charged, to those who watch, 
 
 With heavenly messages. 
 
 Lie open, soul ! the Beautiful 
 
 That all things doth embrace, 
 Shall every passion sweetly lull, 
 
 And clothe thee in her grace. 
 
 Lie open, soul ! the great and wise 
 
 About thy portal throng ; 
 The wealth of souls before thee lies, 
 
 Their gifts to thee belong. 
 
 Lie open, soul ! in watchfulness 
 
 Each brighter glory win ; 
 The Infinite thy peace shall bless, 
 
 And God shall enter in. 
 
 Herbert New.* 
 
 212. 
 
 IN life's earnest morning, 
 When our hope was high, 
 Came thy voice in summons, 
 
 Not to be put by : 
 Nor in toil nor sorrow, 
 
 Weakness nor dismay, 
 Need we ever falter — 
 Art not thou our stay ? 
 
THE LARGER VISION. 
 
 Teach us, Lord, thy wisdom, 
 
 While we seek men's lore ; 
 May the mind be humbled 
 
 As we know thee more ; 
 Let the larger vision 
 
 Bring the childlike heart, 
 And our deeper knowledge 
 
 Holier zeal impart. 
 
 Should our faith be palsied 
 
 By the touch of doubt, 
 Should our hearts grow empty, 
 
 Faithless, undevout, 
 Lord, in mercy lead us 
 
 To our springs in thee, 
 Where are healing waters 
 
 Plentiful and free. 
 
 Save us, Lord, from seeking 
 
 Earth's unhallowed goals ; 
 May our life-long passion 
 
 Be the love of souls ; 
 Let us live and labour, 
 
 Father, in thy sight, 
 Through the grace of Jesus, 
 
 By the Spirit's might. 
 
 Should thy face be clouded 
 
 To our spirit's sight, 
 Speak through human kindness, 
 
 Shine through nature's light ; 
 In the face of loved ones 
 
 Or the ties of home — 
 God of every good gift 
 
 To thy children come. 
 
 Sherman Oakley* 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 213. 
 
 WITHOUT haste and without rest ; 
 Bind the motto to thy breast, 
 Bear it with thee as a spell; 
 Storm or sunshine, guard it well ! 
 Heed not flowers that round thee bloom ; 
 Bear it onward to the tomb ! 
 
 Haste not — let no thoughtless deed 
 Mar the spirit's steady speed ; 
 Ponder well and know the right, 
 Onward then with all thy might ; 
 Haste not — years can ne'er atone 
 For one reckless action done ! 
 
 Rest not — life is sweeping by, 
 
 Do and dare before you die ; 
 
 Something worthy and sublime 
 
 Leave behind to conquer time : 
 
 Glorious 'tis to live for aye, 
 
 When these forms have passed away. 
 
 Haste not — rest not, calm in strife ; 
 Meekly bear the storms of life ; 
 Duty be thy polar guide, 
 Do the right whate'er betide ; 
 Haste not — rest not — conflicts past, 
 God shall crown thy work at last ! 
 
 Hymns of the Ages.* 
 
 214. 
 
 *EACH me, my God and King, 
 Thy will in all to see ; 
 And what I do in anything, 
 To do it as for thee ! 
 
 v 
 
 To scorn the senses' sway, 
 While still to thee I tend : 
 In all I do, be thou the way, 
 In all, be thou the end. 
 
STEADFASTNESS AND PATIENCE. 
 
 All may of thee partake : 
 Nothing so small can be 
 But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
 Greatness and worth from thee. 
 
 If done beneath thy laws, 
 E'en servile labours shine ; 
 Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ; 
 The meanest work, divine. 
 
 George Herbert, alt. John Wesley. 
 
 215. 
 
 O 1 
 
 ^FT when of God we ask 
 For fuller happier life, 
 He sets us some new task, 
 Involving care and strife ; 
 Is this the boon for which we sought ? 
 Has prayer new trouble on us brought ? 
 
 This is indeed the boon, 
 
 Though strange to us it seems ; 
 
 We pierce the rock, and soon 
 
 The blessing on us streams : 
 For when we are the more athirst, 
 Then the clear waters on us burst. 
 
 We toil as in a field 
 
 Wherein, to us unknown, 
 
 A treasure lies concealed, 
 
 Which may be all our own : 
 And shall we of the toil complain, 
 That speedily will bring such gain ? 
 
 We dig the wells of life, 
 
 And God the waters gives ; 
 
 We win our way by strife, 
 
 Then he within us lives : 
 And only war could make us meet 
 For peace so sacred and so sweet. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 216. 
 
 J'TMS not for nothing, Lord, we read 
 
 J- How, in the Church's golden prime, 
 The readiest for thy cause to bleed, 
 
 The men in thought and act sublime, 
 Were those to whom thy love had given 
 
 The boon of life-long thankfulness ; 
 Their names beam out like stars in heaven, 
 
 Their memory all thy liegemen bless. 
 
 Let their example teach us, Lord, 
 
 One secret of the life divine ; 
 How in the thankful breast are stored 
 
 Forces that make the whole man thine. 
 Who bids his heart go forth in love 
 
 To thee that far exceed'st it still, 
 Sets all within him free to move 
 
 In concert with thine own dear will. 
 
 So grant us first a worthier sense 
 
 Of gifts that form our special share, 
 Each gracious call and influence, 
 
 Each friend raised up, each answered prayer ; 
 Then make us wing a broader flight, 
 
 Help us to bless thee while we scan 
 The length and breadth and depth and height 
 
 Of thy redeeming work for man. 
 
 But while we long, as long we must, 
 
 More gladness in thy praise to know, 
 Preserve us lest we put our trust 
 
 In keen emotion's fitful glow : 
 Let every hymn that thrills the breast 
 
 A duteous habit serve to feed ; 
 So thankful words shall please thee best, 
 
 When bearing fruit in life and deed. 
 
 William Bright * 
 
THE SERVICE OF GLADNESS. 
 
 217. 
 
 SPIRIT of sacred happiness 
 Who makest energy delight, 
 And love to be in weakness might, 
 Now with enlivening impulse bless, 
 Now re-confirm our steadfastness, 
 And make us vigorous and bright. 
 
 Blessed be thou, O Heart Supreme, 
 Sweet charity's unfailing well, 
 Whose bounty all the countries tell ; 
 Drinking of thee, with sunny gleam 
 Forth-leaping into action's stream, 
 
 Our hearts' replenished fountains swell. 
 
 Both work and sport thou hallowest, 
 Canst blissful make the busiest days, 
 And woes that else benumb and craze 
 
 By thee to finer joys are blest ; 
 
 And hearts of deeper power possest, 
 With grateful tears thy wisdom praise. 
 
 Spirit of bliss and sanctity, 
 Who art invincible in good, 
 Who hate and mockery hast withstood 
 
 In every age ; how coward we, 
 
 How selfish, restless, till by thee 
 Inspired to do the thing we would ! 
 
 By unremorseful joys, O, woo 
 
 Our hearts to holy efforts still ; 
 
 Now with young life volition fill ; 
 For child-like, we are God-like too, — 
 Likest our Father when we do 
 
 With filial love and haste his will. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch. 
 
218. 
 
 219. 
 
 THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 FATHER of our feeble race, 
 Wise, beneficent, and kind ! 
 Spread o'er nature's ample face, 
 Flows thy goodness unconfined : 
 Musing in the silent grove, 
 Or the busy walks of men, 
 Still we trace thy wondrous love, 
 Claiming large returns again. 
 
 Lord ! what offering shall we bring, 
 At thine altars when we bow ? 
 Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring 
 Whence the kind affections flow ; 
 Soft compassion's feeling soul, 
 By the melting eye expressed ; 
 Sympathy, at whose control 
 Sorrow leaves the wounded breast : 
 
 Willing hands to lead the blind, 
 Bind the wounded, feed the poor ; 
 Love, embracing all our kind, 
 Charity, with liberal store. 
 Teach us, O thou heavenly King ! 
 Thus to show our grateful mind, 
 Thus the accepted offering bring, 
 Love to thee, and all mankind. 
 
 John Taylor. 
 
 WHAT thou wilt, O Father, give ! 
 All is gain that I receive : 
 Let the lowliest task be mine, 
 Grateful, so the work be thine. 
 
THE SPIRIT OF SERVICE. 
 
 Let me find the humblest place 
 In the shadow of thy grace ; 
 Let me find in thine employ 
 Peace that dearer is than joy. 
 
 If there be some weaker one, 
 Give me strength to help him on ; 
 If a blinder soul there be, 
 Let me guide him nearer thee. 
 
 Make my mortal dreams come true 
 With the work I fain would do ; 
 Clothe with life the weak intent, 
 Let me be the thing I meant ! 
 
 Out of self to love be led, 
 And to heaven acclimated, 
 Until all things sweet and good 
 Seem my natural habitude. 
 
 Arranged from J. G. Whittier.* 
 
 220. 
 
 v O-DAY is thine for act and thought, 
 O, trust not to the morrow . 
 Nor leave undone the purposed good ! 
 
 Delay will bring thee sorrow. 
 Each moment, hour, and day, are given 
 
 To lengthen thy probation ; 
 Then work, and in the sight of Heaven 
 Accomplish thy vocation. 
 
 To-day is thine for prayer and praise, 
 
 For holy purpose given ; 
 As though it were thy last of days, 
 
 Devote it unto Heaven, 
 With pure and consecrated breast ; 
 
 So God shall be entreated, 
 And peaceful conscience speak thee blest, 
 
 The duteous day completed. 
 
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THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 To-day is thine for charity, 
 
 To aid thy suffering neighbour ; 
 If Love be stranger to thy heart, 
 
 Then vain is all thy labour. 
 To-day the friendly hand put forth 
 
 And cheer the breast of sorrow, 
 And shouldst thou see to-morrow's sun, 
 
 These things repeat to-morrow. 
 
 William Tidd Matson. 
 
 221. 
 
 TEACH me to live, thy purpose to fulfil, 
 Bright for thy glory let my taper shine : 
 Each day renew, remould the stubborn will ; 
 Closer round thee my heart's affection twine. 
 
 Teach me to live for self and sin no more ; 
 But use the time remaining to me yet ; 
 Not mine own pleasure seeking as before, 
 Wasting no precious hours in vain regret. 
 
 Teach me to live ! No idler let me be, 
 But in thy service hand and heart employ, 
 Prepared to do thy bidding cheerfully — 
 Be this my highest and my holiest joy. 
 
 Teach me to live, my daily cross to bear, 
 Nor murmur though I bend beneath its load ; 
 Only be with me, let me feel thee near ; 
 Thy smile sheds gladness on the darkened road. 
 
 Teach me to live and find my life in thee, 
 Looking from earth and earthly things away ; 
 Let me not falter, but untiringly 
 Press on, and gain new strength and power each 
 
 day. 
 
 Ellen Elizabeth Bimnan.* 
 
THE SPIRIT OF SERVICE. 
 
 222. 
 
 GO forth to life, O child of earth ! 
 Still mindful of thy heavenly birth : 
 Thou art not here for ease or sin, 
 But manhood's noble crown to win. 
 
 Though passion's fires are in thy soul, 
 Thy spirit can their flames control ; 
 Though tempters strong beset thy way, 
 Thy spirit is more strong than they. 
 
 Go on, from innocence of youth, 
 To manly pureness, manly truth ; 
 God's angels still are near to save, 
 And God himself doth help the brave. 
 
 Then, forth to life, O child of earth ! 
 Be worthy of thy heavenly birth ! 
 For noble service thou art here ; 
 Thy brothers help, thy God revere. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 223. 
 
 FATHER, we would not dare to change 
 Thy purpose, if we might ; 
 For how shall man presume to teach 
 The everlasting Right. 
 
 Our prayer is but a flower that lifts 
 
 Its petals to the sun, 
 That in the light it may unfold 
 
 Its leaflets one by one. 
 
 We only ask thyself : that we, 
 
 Unfolding hour by hour 
 The beauty of good deeds, may drink 
 
 Thy life in like the flower. 
 
 Minot J. Savage * 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 224. 
 
 YE servants of the Lord, 
 Each in his office wait ; 
 Observant of his heavenly word, 
 And watchful at his gate. 
 
 Let all your lamps be bright, 
 And trim the golden flame ; 
 Gird up your loins as in his sight, 
 For awful is his name. 
 
 Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command ; 
 And while we speak he's near ; 
 Mark the first signal of his hand, 
 And ready all appear. 
 
 Philip Doddridge. 
 
 225. 
 
 OLORD of life, and love, and power, 
 How joyful life might be, 
 If in thy service every hour 
 
 We lived and moved with thee ! 
 If youth in all its bloom and might 
 
 By thee were sanctified, 
 And manhood found its chief delight 
 In working at thy side. 
 
 'Tis ne'er too late, while life shall last, 
 
 A new life to begin ; 
 'Tis ne'er too late to leave the past, 
 
 And break with self and sin. 
 And we this day, both old and young, 
 
 Would earnestly aspire 
 For hearts to nobler purpose strung, 
 
 And purified desire. 
 
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 THE SYMPATHY OF SERVICE. 
 
 Nor for ourselves alone we plead, 
 
 But for all faithful souls 
 Who serve thy cause by word or deed, 
 
 Whose names thy book enrolls. 
 O speed thy work, victorious King ! 
 
 And give thy workers might, 
 That through the world thy truth may ring, 
 
 And all men see thy light ! 
 
 Ella Sophia Armitage.* 
 
 26. 
 
 YE who, with undoubting eyes, 
 Through cloud and gathering storm, 
 Behold the span of freedom's skies, 
 And sunshine soft and warm, — 
 
 Press bravely onward ! not in vain 
 
 Your trust in humankind : 
 The good which bloodshed could not gain, 
 
 Your peaceful zeal shall find. 
 
 The great hearts of your olden time 
 
 Are beating with you strong ; 
 All holy memories and sublime 
 
 And glorious round you throng. 
 
 The truths ye urge are borne abroad 
 
 By every wind and tide ; 
 The voice of nature and of God 
 
 Speaks out upon your side. 
 
 The weapons which your hands have found 
 Are those which heaven hath wrought, 
 
 Light, truth, and love ; your battle-ground 
 The free, broad field of thought. 
 
 Press on ! and we who may not share 
 
 The glory of your fight, 
 May ask, at least, in earnest prayer, 
 
 God's blessing on the right. 
 
 John Gnenleaf Whittier. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 227. 
 
 SILENT like men in solemn haste, 
 Girded wayfarers of the waste, 
 We press along the narrow road 
 That leads to life, to truth, to God. 
 
 We fling aside the weight, the sin, 
 Resolved the victory to win : 
 We know the peril, but our eyes 
 Rest on the splendour of the prize. 
 
 No idling now, no wasteful sleep, 
 From Christain toil our limbs 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 ; 
 With the brave heart and steady eye, 
 We onward march to victory. 
 
 What though with weariness oppressed ? 
 'Tis but a little, and we rest ; 
 Finished the toil — the race is run ; 
 The battle fought — the field is won ! 
 
 Horatius Bonav.* 
 
 228. 
 
 CHRISTIAN warrior ! faint not, fear not ! 
 Though thy foes press thickly round : 
 Scorn to yield, as those who hear not 
 The glad gospel's trumpet sound ! 
 
 Christian warrior ! ne'er unarm thee ; 
 
 When, in flattering pleasure's guise, 
 The subtle foe would fear to alarm thee — - 
 
 Christian sentinel, be wise ! 
 
THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE. 
 
 Wearied warrior ! still assure thee, 
 ' As thy day, thy strength shall be ;' 
 
 When thou'st borne the battle's fury, 
 Turn not at its close and flee ! 
 
 Lo ! the clouds of war are clearing ; 
 
 Foes are waxing faint and few ; 
 Through their scattered ranks appearing, 
 
 Zion's towers expand to view ! 
 
 Christian warrior ! grace protect thee ! 
 
 Watch and pray and onward hie ; 
 Zion's herald hosts expect thee, 
 
 Angel bards of victory ! 
 
 Thomas A If red Ashworth. 
 
 229. 
 
 O YIELD not in the day when strength and courage 
 fail! 
 Great is the truth of God, and it shall yet prevail ; 
 The children of the world may mock, but still as aye 
 The foolishness of God shall be more wise than they. 
 
 The wilderness shall yet its hidden springs disclose, 
 
 The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose, 
 
 The sun shall shine on realms that long his light 
 
 ignored, 
 And all the earth become the garden of the Lord. 
 
 Then cease not, faithful ones, to toil with heart and hand, 
 To widen out the borders of the chosen land ; 
 To quell with love the outlaw host, whose bitter hearts 
 Defy the gentle Lord who came to heal their smarts. 
 
 Go, bearing his repoach, to spread the precious seed 
 Which, sown in weakness, raised in tears, one day 
 
 shall feed 
 The hungry nations, filling earth with praise and joy ; 
 And sin's ill weeds no more God's holy field annoy. 
 
 Ella Sophia Avmitage. 
 
THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 230. 
 
 OIT is hard to work for God, 
 To rise and take his part 
 Upon this battle-field of earth, 
 And not sometimes lose heart. 
 
 He hides himself so wondrously, 
 
 As though there were no God ; 
 He is least seen when all the powers 
 
 Of ill are most abroad. 
 
 Ah ! God is other than we think : 
 
 His ways are far above, 
 Far beyond reason's height, and reached 
 
 Only by childlike love. 
 
 Workman of God ! O lose not heart, 
 
 But learn what God is like ; 
 And in the darkest battle-field 
 
 Thou shalt know where to strike. 
 
 Thrice blest is he to whom is given 
 
 The instinct that can tell 
 That God is on the field, when he 
 
 Is most invisible. 
 
 Blest too is he who can divine 
 
 Where the real right doth lie, 
 And dares to take the side that seems 
 
 Wrong to man's blindfold eye. 
 
 Then learn to scorn the praise of men, 
 
 And learn to lose with God ; 
 For Jesus won the world through shame, 
 
 And beckons thee his road. 
 
 Frederick William Faber.* 
 
THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 231. 
 
 THROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow, 
 Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
 Singing songs of expectation, 
 Marching to the promised land. 
 
 Clear before us through the darkness, 
 Gleams and burns the guiding light ; 
 
 Brother clasps the hand of brother, 
 Stepping fearless through the night. 
 
 One the light of God's own Presence 
 
 O'er his ransomed people shed, 
 Chasing far the gloom and terror, 
 
 Brightening all the path we tread : 
 
 One the object of our journey, 
 
 One the faith that never tires, 
 One the earnest looking forward, 
 
 One the hope our God inspires : 
 
 One the strain that lips of thousands 
 
 Lift as from the heart of one ; 
 One the conflict, one the peril, 
 
 One the march in God begun : 
 
 One the gladness of rejoicing 
 
 On the far eternal shore, 
 Where the One Almighty Father 
 
 Reigns in love for evermore. 
 
 Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, 
 Onward with the cross our aid ! 
 
 Bear its shame, and fight its battle, 
 Till we rest beneath its shade. 
 
 B. 5. Ingemann, tr. S. Baring-Gould.* 
 
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THE LIFE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 232. 
 
 ONWARD, onward, though the region 
 Where thou art be drear and lone ; 
 God hath set a guardian legion 
 Very near thee, — press thou on ! 
 
 By the thorn-road, and none other, 
 
 Is the mount of vision won : 
 Tread it without shrinking, brother ! 
 
 Jesus trod it, — press thou on ! 
 
 By thy trustful calm endeavour, 
 Guiding, cheering, like the sun, 
 
 Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver : 
 O, for their sake, press thou on ! 
 
 Be this world the wiser, stronger, 
 
 For thy life of pain and peace : 
 While it needs thee, O, no longer 
 
 Pray thou for thy quick release ; 
 
 Pray thou, undisheartened, rather, 
 
 That thou be a faithful son ; 
 By the prayer of Jesus, — ' Father, 
 
 Not my will, but thine, be done ! ' 
 
 Samuel Johnson.* 
 
 233. 
 
 FORWARD ! be our watchword, 
 Steps and voices joined ; 
 Seek the things before us, 
 
 Not a look behind ; 
 Burns the fiery pillar 
 
 At our army's head ; 
 Who shall dream of shrinking, 
 By the Father led ! 
 
 Forward through the desert, 
 Through the toil and fight, 
 Jordan flows before us, 
 Zion beams with light. 
 
THE DISCIPLES' MARCH. 
 
 Forward, when in childhood 
 
 Buds the infant mind ; 
 All through youth and manhood, 
 
 Not a thought behind ; 
 Speed through realms of nature, 
 
 Climb the steps of grace ; 
 Faint not, till around us 
 Gleams the Father's face. 
 Forward, all the lifetime, 
 
 Climb from height to height : 
 Till the head be hoary, 
 Till the eve be light. 
 
 Forward, haste the kingdom 
 
 Of our God on earth, 
 Till each yearning purpose 
 Spring to glorious birth ; 
 Sick, they ask for healing, 
 
 Blind, they grope for day ; 
 Pour upon the nations 
 Wisdom's loving ray. 
 Forward, out of error, 
 
 Leave behind the night ; 
 Forward, through the darkness, 
 Forward into light ! 
 
 Glories upon glories 
 
 Hath our God prepared, 
 By the souls that love him 
 
 One day to be shared ; 
 Eye hath not beheld them, 
 
 Ear hath never heard : 
 Nor of these hath uttered 
 Thought or speech a word ; 
 Forward, ever forward, 
 
 Clad in armour bright ; 
 Till the veil be lifted, 
 Till our faith be sight ! 
 
 Henry Alford.* 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 234. 
 
 ETERNAL Ruler of the ceasless round 
 Of circling planets singing on their way ; 
 Guide of the nations from the night profound 
 
 Into the glory of the perfect day, 
 Rule in our hearts that we may ever be 
 Guided and strengthened and upheld by thee. 
 
 We are of thee, the children of thy love, 
 The brothers of thy well-beloved Son ; 
 
 Descend, O Holy Spirit, like a dove, 
 
 Into our hearts, that we may be as one, — 
 
 As one with thee, to whom we ever tend ; 
 
 As one with him, our brother and our friend. 
 
 We would be one in hatred of all wrong, 
 One in our love of all things sweet and fair, 
 
 One with the joy that breaketh into song, 
 One with the grief that trembles into prayer, 
 
 One in the power that makes thy children free 
 
 To follow truth, and thus to follow thee. 
 
 O clothe us with thy heavenly armour, Lord ! 
 
 Thy trusty shield, thy sword of love divine. 
 Our inspiration be thy constant word ; 
 
 We ask no victories that are not thine. 
 Give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be, 
 Enough to know that we are serving thee. 
 
 John White Chadwick.* 
 
 235. 
 
 EXPECTANT of my Lord's command, 
 Till he my work appoint I wait ; 
 Some work, with which my powers may mate, 
 Divinely suited to my hand. 
 
 Some work by which my soul may grow, 
 
 In health and sinew, and acquire 
 
 Strength to fulfil her large desire, 
 That from the flower the fruit may show. 
 
WAITING FOR THE CALL. 
 
 Some work by which my heart may prove 
 On whom her steadfast wishes rest, 
 And undeniably attest 
 
 Her deep sincerity of love. 
 
 Some work whose end shall make my days 
 
 Nor useless nor ignoble glide ; 
 
 A work whose influence shall abide, 
 Redounding to the Father's praise. 
 
 O Father ! I would yield to thee 
 Of life's great energies, the whole, 
 Even as the lavish rivers roll 
 
 Their wealth of waters to the sea. 
 
 William Tidd Mat son.* 
 
 236. 
 
 T thy call, O Voice divine ! 
 Here, with girded loins we stand ; 
 Soldiers, priests, and sons of thine, 
 Lord, we wait the beckoning hand. 
 
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 From this cloistered calm retreat, — 
 
 From our musings, vows, and prayers, — 
 
 At thy word we go to meet 
 
 Earthly conflicts, toils, and cares. 
 
 Through the temple gate, O God ! 
 
 In thy might would we go forth, 
 Thou, whose altar, pure and broad, 
 
 Hallows every spot of earth. 
 
 Lead us in the kindling name 
 
 Of thy well-beloved Son ; 
 Make his love our guiding flame, 
 
 Till the heavenly day is won. 
 
 Charles T. Brooks.* 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY, 
 
 237. 
 
 FATHER, thy servants wait to do thy will ! 
 Called to thy work, O cloke them with thy 
 might, 
 And with this threefold grace their spirits fill, — 
 Love, liberty, and light. 
 
 With love, for the dear souls that thou hast made, 
 And for the truth which only maketh free ; 
 So with all patience, faithful, unafraid, 
 They shall be true to thee. 
 
 With liberty, that where thy Spirit leads, 
 Follows, whatever faith it leaves behind, 
 And fearless searching, all life's mysteries reads, 
 A fuller faith to find. 
 
 With light, an effluence of the Life Divine, 
 Before which error falls and falsehood dies, 
 Leading their spirits joyfully to thine, 
 And upward to the skies. 
 
 Thus furnished for their work, O Father, stand 
 Close by their side to give that work success ; 
 And may the good seed scattered by thy hand, 
 Bear fruits of righteousness. 
 
 William Henry Burleigh.* 
 
 238. 
 
 SOLDIERS of the cross, arise ! 
 Gird you with your armour bright ; 
 Mighty are your enemies, 
 Hard the battle ye must fight. 
 
 'Mid the homes of want and woe, 
 Strangers to the living word, 
 Let the Master's herald go, 
 Let the voice of hope be heard. 
 
239. 
 
 THE WARFARE OF THE CROSS. 
 
 Where the shadows deepest lie, 
 Carry truth's unsullied ray ; 
 Where are crimes of blackest dye, 
 There the saving sign display. 
 
 To the weary and the worn 
 Tell of realms where sorrows cease ; 
 To the outcast and forlorn 
 Speak of mercy and of peace. 
 
 Guard the helpless ; seek the strayed ; 
 Comfort troubles ; banish grief ; 
 In the might of God arrayed, 
 Scatter sin and unbelief. 
 
 Be the banner still unfurled, 
 Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword, 
 Till the kingdoms of the world 
 Are the kingdom of the Lord. 
 
 Bishop William Wat sham How.* 
 
 EVERLASTING, Holy One! 
 Many a well-beloved son 
 Thou dost choose like him of old, 
 For thy truth's sake to be bold. 
 Not by any outward sign 
 Dost thou show thy will divine ; 
 Deep within thy voice doth cry, 
 And our spirits make reply. 
 
 Lo, we stand before thee now, 
 And the silent inward vow 
 Thou hast heard, in that profound 
 Where is neither voice nor sound ; 
 Thou hast heard, and thou wilt bless 
 With thy might and tenderness ; 
 We have come to do thy will ; 
 With thy love our spirits fill. 
 
 John White Chad wick. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 240 
 
 SPIRIT of God, thine earnest give, 
 That these our prayers are heard, and they 
 Who grasp, this hour, the sword of heaven, 
 Shall feel thee on their weary way. 
 
 Oft as at morn or soothing eve 
 
 Over the holy fount they lean, 
 Their fading garland freshly weave, 
 
 Or fan them with thine airs serene. 
 
 Spirit of light and truth, to thee 
 
 We trust them in that musing hour, 
 
 Till they, with open heart and free, 
 Teach all thy word in all its power. 
 
 When foemen watch their tents by night, 
 And mists hang wide o'er moor and fell, 
 
 Spirit of counsel and of might, 
 Their pastoral welfare guide thou well. 
 
 And O ! when worn and tired they sigh 
 With that more fearful war within, 
 
 When passion's storms are loud and high, 
 And brooding o'er remembered sin, 
 
 The heart lies down — O mightiest then, 
 
 Come ever true, come ever near, 
 And wake their slumbering love again, 
 
 Spirit of God's most holy fear ! 
 
 John Keble* 
 
 241. 
 
 BACKWARD looking o'er the past, 
 Forward, too, with eager gaze, 
 Stand we here to-day, O God, 
 At the parting of the ways. 
 
THE WARFARE OF THE CROSS. 
 
 Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill ; 
 
 Memories all bright and fair 
 Seem to float on spirit-wings 
 
 Downward through the silent air. 
 
 Hark ! through all their music sweet, 
 Hear we not a voice that cheers ? 
 
 'Tis the voice of hope which sings, 
 * Happy be the coming years ! ' 
 
 Father, comes that voice from thee ! 
 
 Swells it with thy meaning vast, — 
 Good in all the future stored, 
 
 Good evolved from all the past ! 
 
 Call thy servants, living God ! 
 
 We would join in work with thee 
 For the love that faileth not, 
 
 For the truth that maketh free. 
 
 John White Chadwick.* 
 
 242. 
 
 SOLDIER of the cross, obey, 
 Follow where thy Master led, 
 Whether it be night or day, 
 'Mong the living, or the dead. 
 
 Lo ! it is not thine to say 
 
 When to march, and when to rest, 
 When to watch, and when to pray ; 
 
 Do God's will, he knoweth best. 
 
 In the dust and tumult we 
 Know a little part and dim ; 
 
 Only he the field can see — 
 Trust the battle all to him. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 Trust his wisdom, truth, and right, 
 
 Trust in mercy from above, 
 Trust the might of growing light, 
 
 Trust the winning power of love. 
 
 Scorning what is mean and base, 
 
 Hating every heartless lie ; 
 Clasp the cross in your embrace — 
 
 Suffering is your victory. 
 
 Yours is still the fight of faith ; 
 
 Faith the battle won before — 
 Faith amid the gloom of death, 
 
 Faith in God for evermore. 
 
 Walter C. Smith.* 
 
 243. 
 
 THOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand 
 Hath brought us here before thy face ! 
 Our spirits wait for thy command ; 
 Our silent hearts implore thy peace. 
 
 Those spirits lay their noblest powers 
 
 As offerings on thy holy shrine : 
 
 Thine was the strength that nourished ours ; 
 
 The soldiers of the cross are thine. 
 
 While watching on our arms at night, 
 We saw thine angels round us move ; 
 We heard thy call, we felt thy light, 
 And followed, trusting to thy love. 
 
 And now with hymn and prayer we stand, 
 To give our strength to thee, great God ! 
 We would redeem thy holy land, 
 That land which sin so long has trod. 
 
THE WARFARE OF THE CROSS. 
 
 Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord ! 
 Through rugged toil and wearying fight : 
 Thy conquering love shall be our sword, 
 And faith in thee our truest might. 
 
 Send down thy constant aid, we pray ; 
 Be thy pure angels with us still ; 
 Thy truth, be that our firmest stay ; 
 Our only rest, to do thy will. 
 
 Octavius Brooks Frothingham.* 
 
 244. 
 
 BE thy word with power fraught, 
 Many hearts in many ways 
 Blessing with new love and thought, 
 To religion's added praise. 
 
 Be it for the rash restraint, 
 
 Ardour for the dull and cold ; 
 Be it comfort for the faint, 
 
 Be it counsel for the bold. 
 
 Be it for the tempest-worn 
 
 Haven for a quiet stay ; 
 May it, like the wakening horn, 
 
 Summon cheerful souls away. 
 
 May some saddened hearts arise, 
 
 And be blossoms in the light ; 
 Some, like stars in clearing skies, 
 
 Trembling be, yet very bright. 
 
 As in whisper or in shout, 
 
 Calming, rousing, Lord, be heard ; 
 Such thy voice that even doubt 
 
 Cries ' 'Tis he,' and ' 'Tis his word.' 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch, 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 245. 
 
 OGOD, whose law is in the sky, 
 Whose light is on the sea, 
 Who livest in the human heart, 
 We give ourselves to thee. 
 
 In fearless world-wide search for truth, 
 
 Whatever form it wear, 
 Or crown, or cross, or praise, or blame, 
 
 We thine ourselves declare. 
 
 In love that binds mankind in one, 
 
 That serves all those in need, 
 Whose law is helpful sympathy, 
 
 In this we're thine indeed. 
 
 In labour whose far-distant end 
 
 Is bringing to accord 
 Man's common life with highest hope, 
 
 We follow thee, O Lord ! 
 
 To truth, to love, to duty, then, 
 
 Wherever we may be, 
 We give ourselves ; and doing this 
 
 We give ourselves to thee. 
 
 For hand and heart and mind are thine, 
 
 And thine the will to give, 
 So what is thine we render thee, 
 
 And for thy service live. 
 
 Minot J. Savage. 
 
 246. 
 
 IN the beginning was the Word : 
 Athwart the primal night 
 It flashed with quick creative power, 
 And on the earth was light. 
 
THE SERVICE OF THE WORD. 
 
 In the beginning was the Word ; 
 
 Its utterance of might 
 Upon man's waiting spirit gleamed, 
 
 And in the soul was light. 
 
 O Word that broke the stillness first, 
 
 Sound on, and never cease, 
 Till all earth's darkness be made light, 
 
 And all her discord peace ! 
 
 Sound in thy servants' waiting hearts 
 Till all their depths be stirred ; 
 
 Speak from their pure unfaltering lips 
 O ever-living Word ! 
 
 Till selfish passion, strife, and wrong, 
 Thy summons shall have heard, 
 
 And thy creation be complete, 
 O Thou Eternal Word ! . 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 247. 
 
 MIGHTY One, before whose face 
 Wisdom had her glorious seat, 
 When the orbs that people space 
 Sprang to birth beneath thy feet ! 
 
 Source of truth, whose rays alone 
 Light the mighty world of mind ! 
 God of love, who from thy throne 
 Watchest over all mankind ! 
 
 Shed on those who in thy name 
 Teach the way of truth and right, 
 Shed that love's undying flame, 
 Shed that wisdom's guiding light. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 248. 
 
 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 me, Lord, that I may feed 
 The hungry ones with manna sweet. 
 
 strengthen me, that, while I stand 
 Firm on the rock and strong in thee, 
 
 1 may stretch out a loving hand 
 
 To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 
 
 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach 
 The precious things thou dost impart ; 
 
 And wing my words, that they may reach 
 The hidden depth of many a heart. 
 
 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. 
 
 Frances Ridley Haver gal. 
 
 249. 
 
 *0 preach Good Tidings ! this the call 
 Heard by thy chosen one of old, 
 And from his heart the tide uprose, 
 And from his lips the current rolled. 
 
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 To preach Good Tidings ! once again 
 That call divine is heard to-day ; 
 And to obey thy high command 
 Thy servants here are on their way. 
 
THE GOOD TIDINGS. 
 
 Tidings of faith and hope they bring ; 
 Of faith that cannot doubt or fear, 
 But in the darkest hour can trust 
 A loving Father ever near : 
 
 Of hope for all who live or die ; 
 For all who sin or suffer pain ; 
 That all who here must say farewell 
 May somehow, somewhere, meet again. 
 
 Tidings of love from God to man ; 
 Of human love that makes reply ; 
 Of man for man, of each for all, 
 Here and for evermore on high. 
 
 O Father may their word be blest 
 To all who hear its joyful sound; 
 Deep in their minds its truth abide, 
 And in their hearts its peace profound. 
 
 John White Chadwick. 
 
 250. 
 
 STILL, in accents sweet and strong, 
 Sounds forth the ancient word,- 
 More reapers for white harvest fields, 
 More labourers for the Lord ! ' 
 
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 We hear the call ; in dreams no more 
 
 In selfish ease we lie, 
 But, girded for our Father's work, 
 
 Go forth beneath his sky. 
 
 Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood, 
 And prayers of saints were sown, 
 
 We, to their labours entering in, 
 Would reap where they have strewn. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 O Thou, whose call our hearts has stirred ! 
 
 To do thy will we come ; 
 Thrust in our sickles at thy word, 
 
 And bear our harvest home. 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 251. 
 
 THANK thee, gracious God, for all 
 Of witness there has been 
 From me, in any path of life, 
 Though silent and unseen. 
 
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 For solace ministered perchance 
 
 In days of grief and pain ! 
 For peace to troubled weary souls, 
 
 Not spoken all in vain. 
 
 O honour higher, truer far 
 
 Than earthly fame could bring, 
 Thus to be used, in work like this, 
 
 So long, by such a King ! 
 
 Lord, keep us still the same as in 
 
 Remembered days of old ! 
 Oh, keep us fervent still in love 
 
 'Mid many waxing cold. 
 
 Help us, O Lord, to grasp each truth 
 
 With hand as firm and true, 
 As when we clasped it first to heart, 
 
 A treasure fresh and new : 
 
 Thy name to name, thyself to own 
 
 With voice unfaltering, 
 And face as bold and unashamed 
 
 As in our freshest spring. 
 
 Horatius Bomv< % 
 
THE UNWEARIED HEART. 
 
 252. 
 
 OFT, Lord, I weary in thy work, 
 But of thy work I do not tire, 
 Although I toil from dawn till dark, 
 From matins of the early lark, 
 Until his evensong expire. 
 
 Ah ! who that tends the altar fire, 
 
 Or ministers the incense due, 
 Or sings thy praises in the choir, 
 Or publishes good news, could tire 
 
 Of that he loves so w T ell to do ? 
 
 Sweet is the recompense it brings, — 
 
 The work that with good-will is done ; 
 For all the heart with gladness sings, 
 And all the fleeting hours have wings, 
 And all the day is full of sun. 
 
 And if he labour not in vain, 
 
 If souls are by his message stirred, 
 If he can comfort grief and pain, 
 Or bring repentant tears like rain 
 By force of his entreating word, — 
 
 The hand may weary of its task, 
 And weary he may drag his feet, 
 
 The weary frame may long to bask 
 
 In needful rest, but do not ask 
 The heart to weary of its beat. 
 
 Walter C. Smith. 
 
 253. 
 
 YOUNG souls, so strong the race to run 
 And win each height sublime ! 
 Unweary still would ye march on, 
 And still exulting climb ? 
 
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THE CHRISTIAN MINISTRY. 
 
 Walk with the Lord ! along the road 
 
 Your strength he will renew ! 
 Wait on the everlasting God, 
 
 And he will wait on you. 
 
 Burn with his love ! your fading fire 
 
 An endless flame will glow : 
 Life from the Well of Life require ! 
 
 The stream will ever flow. 
 
 Ye shall not faint, ye shall not fail, 
 
 Still in the Spirit strong : 
 Each task divine ye still shall hail, 
 
 And blend the exulting song. 
 
 Aspiring eyes ye still shall raise, 
 And heights sublime explore : 
 
 Like eagles, ye shall sunward gaze ; 
 Like eagles, heavenward soar. 
 
 Your wondrous portion shall be this, 
 
 Your life below, above ; — 
 Eternal youth, eternal bliss, 
 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 Thomas Homblower Gill. 
 
 254. 
 
 WORK on, while it is called to-day ; 
 This is no time to rest or play, 
 Gird up your loins, and haste away 
 
 To sow or reap : 
 Take to your tools, the sun is high, 
 The dew upon the grass is dry, 
 The busy bee is humming by, 
 And would you sleep ? 
 
WATCHFULNESS AND WISDOM. 
 
 Forth to your labour in the land, 
 Ready, whatever comes to hand, 
 To do it at your Lord's command, 
 
 And do it well ; 
 To break the stony heart within, 
 Or harvest souls redeemed from sin, 
 Or let the light of life break in 
 
 Where sorrows dwell. 
 
 Wait not for bit to curb your pride, 
 Nor yet for spur your sloth to hide, 
 But watch his eye, and make your guide 
 
 The glance he gives. 
 Lo ! in his work a blessing lies, 
 And, doing it, ye shall grow wise ; 
 And he whose own will daily dies 
 
 For ever lives. 
 
 Walter C. Smith. 
 
 255. 
 
 ONOT to one, but all, our God, 
 Grant ordination free 
 To heights of life as yet untrod, 
 And nobler ministry ; 
 
 To tenderer words, to manlier deeds, 
 
 To wills set fast in right, 
 To heart-beats rhymed to others' needs, 
 
 To sweetness and to light. 
 
 Ordain in all the seeker's mind 
 
 Of eager, trusting youth, 
 That hurries forth each morn to find 
 
 New manna-falls of truth ; 
 
 Ordain the prophet-heart that takes 
 Lone sides with outcast worth ; 
 
 Ordain the helping hand that makes 
 A dawn of heaven on earth. 
 
 William Channing Gannett. 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 256. 
 
 LORD, forgive me, day by day, 
 Debts I cannot hope to pay : 
 Duties I have left undone ; 
 Evils I have failed to shun : 
 
 Trespasses in word and thought ; 
 Deeds from evil motive wrought ; 
 Cold ingratitude, distrust ; 
 Thoughts unhallowed or unjust. 
 
 Pardon, Lord ! — and are there those 
 Who my debtors are, or foes ? 
 I, who by forgiveness live, 
 Here their trespasses forgive. 
 
 Much forgiven, may I learn 
 Love for hatred to return ; 
 Then assured my heart shall be, 
 Thou, my God, hast pardoned me. 
 
 Josiah Conder.* 
 
 257. 
 
 THOUGH we long, in sin-wrought blindness, 
 From thy gracious paths have strayed, 
 Cold to thee and all thy kindness, 
 
 Wilful, reckless, or afraid ; 
 Through dim clouds that gather round us 
 Thou hast sought, and thou hast found us. 
 
 Oft from thee we veil our faces, 
 
 Children-like to cheat thine eyes ; 
 Sin, and hope to hide the traces ; 
 
 From ourselves ourselves disguise : 
 'Neath the webs enwoven round us 
 Thy soul-piercing glance has found us. 
 
THE REST OF FAITH. 
 
 Sudden, 'midst our idle chorus, 
 
 O'er our sin thy thunders roll; 
 Death his signal waves before us, 
 
 Night and terror take the soul ; 
 Till through double darkness round us 
 Looks a star, — and thou hast found us. 
 
 O most merciful, most holy, 
 
 Light thy wanderers on their way ; 
 
 Keep us ever thine, thine wholly, 
 Suffer us no more to stray ! 
 
 Cloud and storm oft gather round us : 
 
 We were lost, — but thou hast found us. 
 
 Francis Turner Pal grave. 
 
 258. 
 
 LORD, we believe a rest remains 
 To all thy people known, 
 A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
 And thou art served alone : — 
 
 A rest where all our soul's desire 
 
 Is fixed on things above, 
 Where fear and sin and grief expire, 
 
 Cast out by perfect love. 
 
 O that we now that rest might know, 
 
 Believe and enter in ! 
 Thou Holiest ! now the power bestow, 
 
 And let us cease from sin. 
 
 Remove this hardness from our heart, 
 
 This unbelief remove ; 
 The rest of perfect faith impart, 
 
 The sabbath of thy love. 
 
 Charles Wesley* 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 259. 
 
 GOD of mercy, God of love ! 
 Hear our sad repentant song ; 
 Sorrow dwells on every face, 
 Penitence on every tongue. 
 
 Deep regret for follies past, 
 Talents wasted, time misspent ; 
 Hearts debased by worldly cares, 
 Thankless for the blessings lent ; 
 
 Foolish fears, and fond desires, 
 Vain regrets for things as vain ; 
 Lips too seldom taught to praise, 
 Oft to murmur and complain ; 
 
 These, and every secret fault, 
 Filled with grief and shame we own : 
 Humbled, at thy feet we lie, 
 Seeking pardon from thy throne. 
 
 God of mercy, God of grace ! 
 Hear our sad repentant songs ; 
 O restore thy suppliant race, 
 Thou to whom all grace belongs ! 
 
 John Taylor. 
 
 260. 
 
 BEAR thou my burden, though 'tis blent with sin, 
 The load too heavy is for me to bear. 
 Heal thou the wounds that strife doth make within, 
 And give me calm in hours of fear and care. 
 
 Let me not fret because of evil men ; 
 
 Smooth thou each angry ripple of my soul. 
 Reviled, O let me not revile again, 
 
 And let thy hand my rising warmth control. 
 
THE SUPPORTING GOD. 
 
 Let not my peace be broken when the wrong 
 Conquers the right ; but let me still wait on ; 
 
 The day of right is coming, late, but long — 
 Beneath the sway of the all-righteous One. 
 
 When truth is overborne and error reigns, 
 When clamour lords it over patient love, 
 
 Give the brave calmness which from wrath refrains, 
 Yet from the steadfast course declines to move. 
 
 Beneath the load of crosses and of cares, 
 
 Of thwarted plans, of rude and spiteful words, 
 
 O bear me up, when this weak flesh despairs, 
 And the one arm faith leans on is the Lord's. 
 
 Horatius Bomr.* 
 
 261. 
 
 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, 
 Make me teachable and mild ; 
 Upright, simple, free from art, 
 Make me as a weaned child ; 
 From distrust and envy free, 
 Pleased with all that pleaseth thee. 
 
 What thou shalt to-day provide, 
 Let me as a child receive ; 
 What to-morrow may betide, 
 Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 
 'Tis enough that thou wilt care ; 
 Why should I the burden bear ? 
 
 As a little child relies 
 
 On a care beyond his own ; 
 
 Knows he's neither strong nor wise ; 
 
 Fears to stir a step alone ; 
 
 Let me thus with thee abide, 
 
 As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 
 
 John Newton.* 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 262. 
 
 MY tempted soul, arise and fight ! 
 Round thee are perils of the night. 
 Sleep not, but rouse thee for the war, 
 Nor shrink from pain, and wound, and scar. 
 
 Do snares lie all thy path along ? 
 And are these spells for thee too strong ? 
 Up then, and grasp the hand divine, 
 Take that almighty hand in thine. 
 
 Does conscious weakness cast thee down ? 
 What ! dost thou think thyself alone ? 
 Know'st thou not One who by thy side 
 Doth ever stand, whate'er betide ? 
 
 His is an arm that cannot fail, 
 Whatever foe may thee assail ; 
 His is a love that changes not ; 
 Trust him, thou shalt not be forgot. 
 
 Be still, be still, my throbbing heart, 
 The strong One will his strength impart ; 
 Firm clasp his hand who claspeth thine, 
 No power shall e'er that clasp untwine. 
 
 Horatms Bonar.* 
 
 263. 
 
 THOU knowest Lord ! thou know'st my life's deep 
 story, 
 And all the mingled good and ill I do ! 
 Thou seest my shame, my few stray gleams of glory, 
 Where I am false and where my soul rings true. 
 
 Lord ! I am glad thou know'st my inmost being ; 
 
 Glad thou dost search the secrets of my heart ; 
 I would not hide one folly from thy seeing 
 
 Nor shun thy healing touch to save the smart. 
 
THE PRAYER FOR PURITY. 
 
 Like warp and woof the good and ill are blended, 
 Nor do I see the pattern that I weave ; 
 
 Yet in thy love the whole is comprehended, 
 And in thy hand my future lot I leave. 
 
 Only, dear Lord, make plain the path of duty ; 
 
 Let not my shame and sorrow weigh me down, 
 Lest in despair I fail to see its beauty, 
 
 And weeping vainly miss the victor's crown. 
 
 Henry W. Hawkes. 
 
 264. 
 
 GIVE us, O Fount of Purity, 
 Clearness of conscience ; purge our sense ; 
 That thou in us, unceasingly, 
 May'st deign to keep thy residence. 
 
 Between us and thyself remove 
 Whatever hindrances may be, 
 That so our inmost heart may prove 
 A holy dwelling, meet for thee. 
 
 O that by thy diviner strength 
 Our minds were perfectly renewed : 
 All failings rooted out at length, 
 And we with new-born powers endued. 
 
 Let coward fear to hope give place ; 
 And meekness reign, like mother mild ; 
 And charity, the chiefest grace, — 
 Pureness of spirit undefiled, — 
 
 Regard thee with a filial love ; 
 No place remain for slavish fear 
 Of thee, who, while the ages move, 
 Dost count our souls so passing dear. 
 
 Karlsruhe Latin MS. of the 15th Century ; 
 tr. Thomas George Crippen.* 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 265. 
 
 TOO great it seemed that thou shouldst deign 
 to come 
 And make this lowly heart of mine thy home, 
 That thou would'st deign, O King of Kings, to be 
 E'en for one hour a sojourner in me : 
 Yet art thou always here to help and bless, 
 And lift the load of my great sinfulness. 
 
 It seemed too wonderful, for such a guide 
 To walk with me my faltering steps beside, 
 To help me when I fall, and when I stray, 
 Constrain me gently to the better way : 
 Yet art thou always at my side to be 
 A Counsellor and Comforter to me. 
 
 I do not always go where thou dost lead, 
 
 I do not always thy soft whispers heed ; 
 
 I follow other lights, and, in my sin, 
 
 I vex with many a slight my Friend within : 
 
 Yet dost thou not, though grieved, from me depart, 
 
 But guardest still thy place within my heart. 
 
 Edwin Hatch.* 
 
 266. 
 
 GOD ! who know'st how frail we are, 
 How soon the thought of good departs ; 
 We pray that thou wouldst feed the fount 
 Of holy yearning in our hearts. 
 
 Let not the choking cares of earth 
 
 Their precious springs of life o'ergrow ; 
 
 But, ever guarded by thy love, 
 Still purer may their waters flow. 
 
 To thee, with sweeter hope and trust, 
 Be every day our spirits given ; 
 
 And may we, while we walk on earth, 
 Walk more as citizens of heaven. 
 
 William GaskelL 
 
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THE PRAYER FOR PURITY. 
 
 267. 
 
 KEEP mine eyes, O Lord, from tears, 
 Keep my feet from ways of sin, 
 Keep my heart from death's dark fears, 
 
 Keep my spirit pure within. 
 Keep me, for in thee I trust, 
 
 Hedge me from the tempter's power, 
 Purge my heart from sinful lust, 
 Help me in the evil hour. 
 
 Often I thy spirit grieve, 
 
 Often err and go astray, 
 Often fond delusions weave 
 
 Round the evil of my way ; 
 Pleading now the fruitless strife, 
 
 Now the pressure of the throng, 
 Now the ancient grooves of life 
 
 That are bearing us along. 
 
 Yet, Lord, do not me forsake : 
 
 Do not fail in time of need ; 
 Do not thy good spirit take ; 
 
 Do not break the bruised reed. 
 Ransomed, quickened, and forgiven, 
 
 Cleansed from all unholy ways, 
 Guided on my road to heaven, 
 
 Give me songs, and I will praise. 
 
 As the rainfall on the hills 
 
 Springing in the lowly glen, 
 Floweth down in murmuring rills 
 
 Through the busy haunts of men ; 
 So replenished by thy grace, 
 
 Wells of joy shall rise in me, 
 Making glad the desert place, 
 
 Waking praises unto thee. 
 
 Walter C. Smith.* 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 268. 
 
 NOT yet I love my God 
 With undivided heart ; 
 Not yet I tread the heavenly road 
 With feet that ne'er depart. 
 
 Not yet is all thy will 
 Sweet to this heart of mine ; 
 Not yet I hasten to fulfil 
 
 Each dear command of thine. 
 
 Not yet thy wondrous ways 
 I know as I desire, 
 Not yet upon those glories gaze 
 To which mine eyes aspire. 
 
 Not yet thy tasks divine 
 Alone my hands employ ; 
 Not yet that presence sweet of thine 
 Maketh mine only joy. 
 
 But shall I not one day, 
 My God, be all thine own ; 
 Rejoicing, all thy will obey, 
 And do thy works alone ? 
 
 Will not my joy and love 
 Be endless and complete, 
 And all my blessedness above 
 Flow from thy presence sweet ? 
 
 Thomas Hornblowev Gill.* 
 
 269. 
 
 ONE thing I of the Lord desire — 
 For all my way hath miry been — 
 Be it by water or by fire, 
 O make me clean. 
 
THE PRAYER FOR PURITY. 
 
 Erewhile I strove for perfect truth, 
 
 And thought it was a worthy strife ; 
 But now I leave that aim of youth 
 For perfect life. 
 
 If clearer vision thou impart, 
 
 Grateful and glad my soul shall be ; 
 But yet to have a purer heart 
 Is more to me. 
 
 Yea, only as the heart is clean, 
 
 May larger vision yet be mine, 
 For mirrored in its depths are seen 
 The things divine. 
 
 I watch to shun the miry way, 
 
 And staunch the spring of guilty thought ; 
 But, watch and wrestle as I may, 
 Pure I am not. 
 
 So wash thou me without, within ; 
 
 Or purge with fire, if that must be ; 
 No matter how, if only sin 
 Die out in me. 
 
 Walter C. Smith. 
 
 270. 
 
 WE name thy name, O God, 
 As our God call on thee, 
 Though the dark heart meantime 
 Far from thy ways may be. 
 
 And we can own thy law, 
 And we can sing thy songs, 
 
 While this sad inner soul 
 To sin and shame belongs. 
 
THE FAILURE OF ENDEAVOUR. 
 
 On us thy love may glow, 
 
 As the pure mid-day fire 
 On some foul spot look down, 
 
 And yet the mire be mire. 
 
 Then spare us not thy fires, 
 The searching light and pain ; 
 
 Burn out the sin ; and, last, 
 With thy love heal again. 
 
 Francis Ttirner Palgrave. 
 
 271. 
 
 OF all the precious gifts, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy can impart, 
 Whate'er thou wiliest to withhold, 
 O grant a perfect heart. 
 
 Behold us, how we feebly float 
 Through many a changing mood ; 
 
 How oft one flash of thought annuls 
 Our firmest choice of good. 
 
 We sin, repent, and fondly think 
 Our hill is now made strong ; 
 
 Our state of grace, restored, abides — 
 Thou knowest, Lord, how long. 
 
 Alas, for prayer-made purposes 
 That live not half the day — 
 
 For goodness like the morning cloud, 
 Like dews that pass away ! 
 
 O take our incoherent wills, 
 
 And set them straight with thine 
 
 Our broken threads of moral life 
 In one strong whole combine : 
 
FAITH AND PERSEVERANCE. 
 
 Make us each day more fixed in love, 
 
 To thee more simply given, 
 Till perseverance lands us safe 
 
 In thine unchanging heaven. 
 
 William Bright * 
 
 272. 
 
 WHEREFORE, Lord, abides no might 
 In these faltering hands of ours ? 
 Wherefore 'neath each burden light 
 
 Sink our hearts and fail our powers ? 
 Wherefore turn our tired feet 
 From the road that seemed so sweet ? 
 
 Wherefore do our sorrows cleave ? 
 
 Wherefore do our tears o'erflow ? 
 Lord ! in thee we half believe : 
 
 Faith's full life we do not know ; 
 Faith's bright fire burns not in us : 
 Hence we weep and falter thus. 
 
 Wherefore do we yield to fear ? 
 
 Wherefore turn we tremblers back ? 
 With the heavenly Helper near 
 
 What true soul can courage lack ? 
 Lord ! we scarce believe in thee ; 
 Hence our lack of valiancy. 
 
 Lord ! more faith we weaklings want ; 
 
 Lord ! for faith we tremblers sigh ; 
 Lord ! for faith we mourners pant ; 
 
 Lord ! for faith we sinners cry. 
 With this grace each grace let fall ! 
 Give this gift and give us all ! 
 
 Thomas Homblowev Gill,* 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 273. 
 
 THOU hidden love of God, whose height, 
 Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows ! 
 I see from far thy beauteous light ; 
 Inly I sigh for thy repose ; 
 Then shall my heart from care be free, 
 When it hath found repose in thee. 
 
 Father ! thy sovereign aid impart, 
 To save me from low-thoughted care ! 
 Chase this self-will through all my heart, 
 Through all its latent mazes there : 
 Make me thy duteous child, that I 
 Ceaseless may ' Abba, Father,' cry. 
 
 Each moment draw from earth away 
 My heart that lowly waits thy call ! 
 Speak to my inmost soul and say, 
 ' I am thy life, thy God, thy all ! ' 
 Thy love to reach, thy voice to hear, 
 Thy power to feel, be all my prayer. 
 
 Gerhard Tersteegen, tr. John Wesley .* 
 
 274. 
 
 QUIET from God ! How blessed 'tis to keep 
 This treasure the All-merciful hath given ; 
 To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, 
 Its incense round us like a breath from heaven ! 
 
 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart ; 
 
 To dwell with God, yet still with man to feel ; 
 To bear about for ever in the heart 
 
 The gladness which his spirit doth reveal. 
 
 Who shall make trouble then ? Not evil minds, 
 Which like a shadow o'er creation lower. 
 
 The soul which peace hath thus attuned, finds 
 How strong within doth reign the Calmer's 
 power. 
 
THE WAY OF PEACE. 
 
 What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought 
 Of loved ones lost; for that will be a part 
 
 Of those undying things which peace hath wrought 
 Into a world of beauty in the heart. 
 
 What shall make trouble ? Not slow wasting pain, 
 Nor e'en th' impending, certain stroke of death : 
 
 These do but wear aw T ay, then break, the chain 
 Which bound the spirit down to things beneath. 
 Adapted from Sarah Johanna Williams.* 
 
 275. 
 
 IMMORTAL Love, within whose righteous will 
 Is always peace ; 
 O pity me, storm-tossed on waves of ill ; 
 
 Let passion cease ; 
 Come down in power within my heart to reign, 
 For I am weak, and struggle has been vain. 
 
 The days are gone, when far and wide my will 
 
 Drove me astray ; 
 And now I fain would climb the arduous hill, 
 
 That narrow way, 
 Which leads through mists and rocks to thine abode ; 
 Toiling for man, and thee, Almighty God. 
 
 Whate'er of pain thy loving hand allot, 
 
 I gladly bear ; 
 Only, O Lord, let peace be not forgot, 
 
 Nor yet thy care, 
 Freedom from storms and wild desires within, 
 Peace from the fierce oppression of my sin. 
 
 So may I, far away, when evening falls 
 
 On life and love, 
 Arrive at last the holy happy halls, 
 
 With thee above ; — 
 Wounded yet healed, sin-laden yet forgiven, 
 And sure that goodness is my only heaven. 
 
 Stopford A . Brooke. 
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THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 276. 
 
 CREATOR Spirit, grant us grace 
 To make our hearts thy dwelling-place; 
 Drive far away each thought of sin, 
 Shed thy bright beams on all within. 
 
 Pour down thine unction from above, 
 Thou Lord of purity and love ; 
 Cleanse thou the inward eye, that we 
 The eternal light unveiled may see. 
 
 Through thee the waters teeming roll, 
 Thy breath makes man a living soul ; 
 The many tongues of wandering men 
 Thou bringest to one speech again. 
 
 Without thee all our prayers are vain ; 
 Thou only canst our souls sustain ; 
 Through every age thy saints confess 
 Thy power to purify and bless. 
 
 So, Lord, thy Pentecostal grace 
 Give now in this thy dwelling-place ; 
 Make darkness light, and false thoughts true; 
 Yea, in our souls make all things new. 
 
 Sarum Missal, tr. E. H. Plutnptre.* 
 
 277. 
 
 ETERNAL Source of light divine ! 
 Fountain of unexhausted love ! 
 O let thy glories on me shine 
 In earth beneath, from heaven above ! 
 
 Thou art the weary wanderer's rest ; 
 Give me thy easy yoke to bear ; 
 With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
 With spotless love and lowly fear. 
 
INWARD RENEWAL. 
 
 Be thou, Rock of Ages nigh ! 
 So shall each murmuring thought be gone ; 
 And grief and fear and care shall fly, 
 As clouds before the mid-day sun. 
 
 Speak to my warring passions, Peace ! 
 Speak to my troubled heart, Be still : 
 Thy power my strength and fortress is ; 
 For all things serve thy sovereign will. 
 
 Charles Wesley .* 
 
 278. 
 
 KING of mercy, King of love, 
 In whom I live, in whom I move, 
 Perfect what thou hast begun, 
 Let no night put out this sun. 
 
 Grant I may, — my chief desire, — 
 Long for thee, to thee aspire ! 
 Let my youth, my bloom of days, 
 Be my comfort, and thy praise : 
 
 That hereafter, when I look 
 O'er the sullied sinful book, 
 I may find thy hand therein, 
 Wiping out my shame and sin ! 
 
 Only thine, O Lord, the art 
 To reduce a stubborn heart ; 
 And since thine is victory, 
 Strongholds should belong to thee. 
 
 Lord, then take it, leave it not, 
 Unto my dispose or lot : 
 Since I would not have it mine, 
 O my God, let it be thine. 
 
 Henry Vaiighan.* 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 279. 
 
 GRACIOUS Spirit, dwell with me— 
 I myself would gracious be ; 
 And with words that help and heal, 
 Would thy life in mine reveal ; 
 And, with actions bold and meek, 
 Would for Christ my Master speak. 
 
 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me — 
 I myself would truthful be ; 
 And, with wisdom kind and clear, 
 Let thy life in mine appear ; 
 And, with actions brotherly, 
 Follow Christ's sincerity. 
 
 Tender Spirit, dwell with me — 
 I myself would tender be ; 
 Shut my heart up like a flower, 
 At temptation's darksome hour ; 
 Open it when shines the sun, 
 And his love by fragrance own. 
 
 Silent Spirit, dwell with me — 
 
 I myself would quiet be ; 
 
 Quiet as the growing blade, 
 
 Which through earth its way hath made ; 
 
 Silently, like morning light, 
 
 Putting mists and chills to flight. 
 
 Mighty Spirit, dwell with me — 
 I myself would mighty be ; 
 Mighty so as to prevail, 
 Where unaided man must fail ; 
 Ever by a mighty hope 
 Pressing on and bearing up. 
 
THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Holy Spirit, dwell with me — 
 
 I myself would holy be ; 
 
 Separate from sin, I would 
 
 Choose and cherish all things good ; 
 
 And whatever I can be, 
 
 I would consecrate to thee. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch.* 
 
 280. 
 
 SPIRIT of Truth ! who makest bright 
 All souls that long for heavenly light, 
 Appear, and on my darkness shine ; 
 Descend, and be my Guide divine. 
 
 Spirit of Power ! whose might doth dwell 
 Full in the souls thou lovest well, 
 Unto this fainting heart draw near, 
 And be my daily Quickener. 
 
 Spirit of Joy ! who makest glad 
 Each broken heart by sin made sad, 
 Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer ; 
 Give me to bless my Comforter. 
 
 O tender Spirit ! who dost mourn 
 Whene'er from thee thy people turn, 
 Give me each day to grieve thee less, — 
 Enjoy my fuller faithfulness. 
 
 Come mightier down ! thyself impart 
 More largely to this longing heart ; 
 My Comforter more dearly be ; 
 More sweetly guide and hallow me ; 
 
 Till thou shalt make me meet to bear 
 The sweetness of heaven's holy air, 
 The light wherein no darkness is, 
 The eternal, overflowing bliss ! 
 
 Thomas Honiblower Gill* 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 281. 
 
 MY Father, on the word of truth, 
 In earnest hope I live, 
 I ask for all the precious things 
 Thy boundless love can give. 
 I look for many a lesser light 
 
 About my path to shine, 
 But chiefly long to walk with thee 
 And only trust in thine. 
 
 In holy expectation held, 
 
 Thy strength my heart shall stay, 
 For thy right hand will never let 
 
 My trust be cast away. 
 Yea, thou hast kept me near thy feet, 
 
 In many a deadly strife, 
 By the stronghold of hope in thee, 
 
 The hope of endless life. 
 
 Thou knowest that I am not blest 
 
 As thou would'st have me be, 
 Till all the peace and joy of faith 
 
 Possess my soul in thee ; 
 And still I seek 'mid many fears, 
 
 With yearnings unexprest, 
 The comfort of thy strengthening love, 
 
 Thy soothing settling rest. 
 
 Then, O my Father, on my soul 
 
 Cast down, but not dismayed, 
 Still be thy chastening healing hand 
 
 In tender mercy laid. 
 And while I wait for all thy joys 
 
 My yearning heart to fill, 
 Teach me to walk and work with thee, 
 
 And at thy feet be still. 
 
 Anna Lcetitia Waring. 
 
THE PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE. 
 
 282. 
 
 LORD ! thy children guide and keep, 
 As with feeble steps they press 
 On the pathway rough and steep, 
 Through the changeful wilderness. 
 Heavenly Father ! day by day 
 Lead us in the narrow way. 
 
 There are stony ways to tread ; 
 
 Give the strength we sorely lack : 
 
 There are tangled paths to thread ; 
 
 Light us lest we miss the track. 
 
 Heavenly Father ! day by day 
 Lead us in the narrow way. 
 
 There are sandy wastes that lie 
 
 Cold and sunless, vast and drear, 
 
 Where the feeble faint and die ; 
 
 Grant us grace to persevere. 
 
 Heavenly Father, day by day 
 Lead us in the narrow way. 
 
 There are soft and flowery glades 
 
 Decked with golden-fruited trees ; 
 
 Sunny slopes, and scented shades ; 
 
 Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease. 
 Heavenly Father ! day by day 
 Lead us in the narrow way. 
 
 Upward still to purer heights, 
 Onward yet to scenes more blest, 
 Calmer regions, clearer lights, 
 Till we reach the promised rest. 
 Heavenly Father ! day by day 
 Lead us in the narrow way. 
 
 Bishop William Walsham How. 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 283. 
 
 LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 
 Lead thou me on ! 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 
 
 Lead thou me on ! 
 Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene, — one step enough for me. 
 
 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 
 
 Lead thou me on ! 
 I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
 Pride ruled my will : remember not past years ! 
 
 So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on, 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone ; 
 And with the morn those angel faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 
 
 John Henry Newman. 
 
 284. 
 
 GRANT us light, that we may know 
 The wisdom thou alone canst give ; 
 That truth may guide where'er we go, 
 And virtue bless where'er we live. 
 
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 O grant us light, that we may see 
 Where error lurks in human lore, 
 
 And turn our doubting minds to thee, 
 And love thy simple word the more. 
 
THE PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE. 
 
 O grant us light, that we may learn 
 How dead is life from thee apart ; 
 
 How sure is joy for all who turn 
 To thee an undivided heart. 
 
 O grant us light, in grief and pain, 
 To lift our burdened hearts above, 
 
 And count the very cross a gain, 
 And bless our Father's hidden love. 
 
 O grant us light, when soon or late 
 All earthly scenes shall pass away, 
 
 In thee to find the open gate 
 
 To deathless home and endless day. 
 
 Lawrence Tttttiett. 
 
 285. 
 
 GIVE me, my God, to feel thee in my joy, 
 So shall my joy to love ennobled be ; 
 Give me to feel thee near when cares annoy, 
 Turn them to peace through thy fine alchemy. 
 
 Give me, within the work that calls to-day, 
 To see thy finger gently beckoning on ; 
 Let struggle grow to freedom, as I pray, 
 And toil, begun from thee, to thee be done. 
 
 I lay each humblest hope within my prayer ; 
 To thee no high seraphic aims I bring ; 
 My daily bread, rest, strength for common care, — 
 Yet be there truth within my offering. 
 
 And thou, whose fire forms rubies out of clay, 
 And bids dull charcoal into diamonds burn, 
 Add thou the grace, while in the truth I pray, 
 And this poor heart-cry into music turn. 
 
 James Freeman Clarke * 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 286. 
 
 THY influence, mighty God, is felt 
 Through nature's ample round ; 
 In heaven, on earth, through air and seas, 
 Thy energy is found. 
 
 Thy sacred influence, Lord, I need, 
 
 To form my heart anew ; 
 O cleanse my soul from every sin, 
 
 And thy salvation show. 
 
 Father of light ! thy spirit grant 
 
 To guide my doubtful way ; 
 Thy truth shall scatter every cloud, 
 
 And make a glorious day. 
 
 Supported by thy heavenly grace, 
 
 I'll do and bear thy will ; 
 That grace shall make each burthen light, 
 
 And every murmur still. 
 
 Cheered by thy smiles, I'll fearless tread 
 
 The gloomy path of death ; 
 And w T ith the hope of endless life 
 
 To thee resign my breath. 
 
 John Need ham: 
 
 287. 
 
 ONE gift, my God, I seek — 
 To know thee always near ; 
 To feel thy hand, to see thy face, 
 Thy blessed voice to hear. 
 
 Where'er I go, my God, 
 O, let me find thee there ; 
 Where'er I stay, stay thou with me, 
 A presence everywhere. 
 
PEACE IN GOD'S PRESENCE. 
 
 And if thou bringest peace, 
 Or if thou bringest pain, 
 But come thyself with all that comes, 
 And all shall be for gain. 
 
 Long listening to thy words, 
 My voice shall catch thy tone, 
 And, locked in thine, my hand shall grow 
 All loving like thine own. 
 
 B. T* 
 
 288. 
 
 FATHER, I pray for power to take 
 And use the things I have aright ; 
 For strength and wisdom that shall make 
 My life a profit and delight. 
 
 I ask not that for me the plan 
 
 Of good and ill be set aside ; 
 But that the common lot of man 
 
 Be nobly borne and glorified. 
 
 And though I may not always keep 
 My steps in places green and sweet, 
 
 Nor find the pathway of the deep 
 A path of safety for my feet ; 
 
 Yet grant that when the tempest's breath 
 Shall fiercely sweep my way about, 
 
 I make not shipwreck of my faith, 
 In the unbottomed sea of doubt : 
 
 But rising over sin and strife, 
 
 May thine own peace be shed on me, 
 
 Till thou be found in all my life, 
 And all my life be given to thee. 
 
 Phoebe Cary* 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 289. 
 
 LORD ! I believe ; thy power I own, 
 Thy word I would obey : 
 I wander comfortless and lone, 
 When from thy truth I stray. 
 
 Lord ! I believe ; but gloomy fears 
 
 Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
 I look to thee with prayers and tears, 
 
 And cry for strength and light. 
 
 Lord ! I believe ; but thou dost know 
 
 My faith is cold and weak : 
 Pity my frailty, and bestow 
 
 The confidence I seek. 
 
 Yes ! I believe ; and only thou 
 
 Canst give my soul relief : 
 Lord ! to thy truth my spirit bow ; 
 
 Help thou my unbelief ! 
 
 John Reynell Wnfovd. 
 
 290. 
 
 HELP us, Lord ! each hour of need 
 Thy heavenly succour give ; 
 Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
 Each hour on earth we live. 
 
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 O help us, when our spirits bleed 
 
 With contrite anguish sore, 
 And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
 
 O help us, Lord, the more. 
 
 O help us, through the prayer of faith 
 
 More firmly to believe ; 
 For still the more the servant hath, 
 
 The more shall he receive. 
 
DEADNESS OF SOUL. 
 
 O help us, Father, from on high ; 
 
 We know no help but thee ; 
 O help us so to live and die, 
 
 As thine in heaven to be. 
 
 Henry Hart Milman.* 
 
 291. 
 
 WHEN the light of day is waning, 
 When the night is dark and drear, 
 God of Love, in stillness reigning, 
 Teach me to believe thee near. 
 
 When my heart is faint and drooping, 
 When my faith is weak and cold ; 
 
 Kindly to my weakness stooping, 
 Draw me upwards as of old. 
 
 Nearer to the peace unbroken, 
 
 Nearer to the changeless calm, 
 All my wish a prayer unspoken, 
 
 All my life a silent psalm. 
 
 Teach me to abide in patience 
 
 All the little storms of time, 
 Making every day's temptations 
 
 Steps for faltering feet to climb. 
 
 Let me find thee in my sorrow, 
 
 Nor forget thee in my joy ; 
 And from thee my sunshine borrow, 
 
 And by thee my gloom destroy. 
 
 God of day, the dark dispelling, 
 Guide, Redeemer, Father, Friend ; 
 
 God of Love, in stillness dwelling, 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
 Edmund Martin Geldart. 
 
THE NEED OF DIVINE HELP. 
 
 292. 
 
 WHEN across the inward thought 
 Comes the emptiness of life, 
 And it seems that earth has nought 
 
 But a vain and weary strife : 
 All to do, and nothing done, 
 
 Useless days fast fleeting by, 
 Wanderings many, progress none, 
 Faltering steps by fountains dry : 
 
 Shall we, in that hapless mood, 
 
 Fainting fall beside the way ? 
 Help us, Giver of all good ! 
 
 Teach thy wretched ones to pray ! 
 O forgive our faithless mind, 
 
 Raise us from our low estate, 
 Breathe in us the will to find 
 
 Higher life in small and great. 
 
 Henry George Tomkins.* 
 
 293. 
 
 Kl ^WIXT gleams of joy and clouds of doubt 
 
 -L Our feelings come and go ; 
 Our best estate is tossed about 
 
 In ceaseless ebb and flow. 
 
 No mood of feeling, form of thought, 
 
 Is constant for a day ; 
 But thou, O Lord ! thou changest not : 
 
 The same thou art alway. 
 
 I grasp thy strength, make it mine own, 
 
 My heart with peace is blest ; 
 I lose my hold, and then come down 
 
 Darkness and cold unrest. 
 
LIGHT THROUGH THE CLOUD. 
 
 Let me no more my comfort draw 
 
 From my frail hold of thee ; 
 In this alone rejoice with awe, — 
 
 Thy mighty grasp of me. 
 
 The purpose of eternal good 
 
 Let me but surely know ; 
 On this I'll lean, let changing mood 
 
 And feeling come or go ; 
 
 Glad when thy sunshine fills my soul ; 
 
 Nor lorn when clouds o'ercast ; 
 Since thou within thy sure control 
 
 Of love dost hold me fast. 
 
 John Campbell Shairp. 
 
 294. 
 
 THE Lord hath said, ' Seek ye my face,' 
 Thy face, O Lord, we fain would see ; 
 Though with the eyes in any place 
 This glorious vision may not be. 
 
 But to the pure in heart is given 
 A calm and blessed inward light, 
 
 By which they see the things of heaven, 
 Though hidden from all outward sight. 
 
 We lift our hearts, O Lord, to thee 
 
 To beg that thou wilt make them pure, 
 
 That we by light divine may see 
 And live the life that shall endure, 
 
 May no unhallowed thought or care, 
 No passion base, no sordid love, 
 
 That mirror bright in us impair, 
 In which are imaged things above. 
 
 Thomas Sadler, 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 295. 
 
 SPEAK with us, Lord ! thyself reveal, 
 While here on earth we rove ; 
 Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
 The kindling of thy love. 
 
 With thee conversing, we forget 
 
 All time and toil and care : 
 Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, 
 
 If thou, my God, art here. 
 
 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 
 
 And bid my heart rejoice ; 
 My bounding heart shall own thy sway, 
 
 And echo to thy voice. 
 
 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 
 
 'Tis all I wish to seek ; 
 To attend the whispers of thy grace, 
 
 And hear thee inly speak. 
 
 Charles Wesley * 
 
 296. 
 
 ORD ! I address thy heavenly throne : 
 Call me a child of thine : 
 Send down the spirit of thy son, 
 To form my heart divine. 
 
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 Not by the terrors of a slave 
 
 Thy children do thy will ; 
 But with the noblest powers they have 
 
 Thy welcome word fulfil. 
 
 They find access at every hour 
 
 To God within the veil : 
 Hence they derive a quickening power, 
 
 And joys that never fail. 
 
THE VISION OF TRUTH. 
 
 O happy souls ! O glorious state 
 
 Of overflowing grace ! 
 To dwell so near their Father's seat, 
 
 And see him ' face to face.' 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 297. 
 
 O PRAISE the Lord our God, 
 In clouds and darkness dwelling, 
 Yet Fount of shadeless light, 
 All light of earth excelling ! 
 He guides us on to age 
 Through sunlit paths of youth ; 
 He glads our longing eyes 
 With ever widening truth. 
 
 That truth, O Lord, we seek, 
 In spirit meek and lowly ; 
 
 To all who learn or teach, 
 Give wisdom pure and holy. 
 
 In solemn awe we bend, 
 
 All wondering round thy throne, 
 
 And thee, our Lord, our Life, 
 
 Our Joy, our Gladness own. 
 
 O Lord of truth and light, 
 
 All heaven and earth possessing, 
 Grant us thy laws to know, 
 
 Our daily task-work blessing ! 
 Teach us thy love to see, 
 O'er earth and heaven outspread, 
 While wisdom, conquering fear, 
 With highest faith shall wed. 
 
 Edward Hayes Pkunptre. 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 298. 
 
 ETERNAL and immortal King ! 
 Thy peerless splendours none can bear ; 
 But darkness veils seraphic eyes, 
 When God with all his lustre's there. 
 
 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom, 
 The great Invisible can see ; 
 And with its tremblings mingle joy 
 In fixed regards, great God, to thee. 
 
 Then every tempting form of sin, 
 Shamed in thy presence, disappears ; 
 And all the glowing raptured soul 
 The likeness it contemplates, wears. 
 
 O ever conscious to my heart, 
 Witness to its supreme desire, 
 Behold it presseth on to thee, 
 For it hath caught the heavenly fire ! 
 
 This one petition would it urge, 
 To bear thee ever in its sight ; 
 In life, in death, in worlds unknown, 
 Its only portion and delight. 
 
 Philip Doddridge. 
 
 299. 
 
 ORD, if on earth the thought of thee 
 Be life, and strength, and peace, 
 How blessed shall that vision be 
 Which never more can cease ! 
 
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 How blest when we thy glory see 
 In light without a shade ; — 
 
 The glory which surrounded thee 
 Before the worlds were made ! 
 
THE VISION OF GOD. 
 
 Darkly to us, as through a glass, 
 
 Thy beauty now is shown ; 
 Then we shall see thee face to face, 
 
 And know as we are known. 
 
 Then purge, O Lord, our hearts from sin, 
 
 Hallow thine own abode, 
 That nought unclean be found within 
 
 The temple of our God. 
 
 Adapted from William Hammond: 
 
 300. 
 
 FOR a heart to praise my God, 
 A heart from sin set free ; 
 A heart that loves to run the road 
 Thou openest, Lord, for me. 
 
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 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 
 A fitting throne for thee, 
 Where Jesus' voice is heard to speak 
 
 Of all thy love to me. 
 
 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean ; 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of truth divine, 
 Perfect and right, and pure and good, 
 
 An image, Lord, of thine. 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 Write thy new name upon my heart, 
 
 Thy new best name of Love. 
 
 Charles Wesley.* 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 301. 
 
 I WORSHIP thee, sweet Will of God ! 
 And all thy ways adore ; 
 And every day I live I seem 
 To love thee more and more. 
 
 I have no cares, O blessed Will ! 
 
 For all my cares are thine ; 
 I live in triumph, Lord ! for thou 
 
 Hast made thy triumphs mine. 
 
 When obstacles and trials seem 
 
 Like prison walls to be, 
 I do the little I can do, 
 
 And leave the rest to thee. 
 
 And when it seems no chance or change 
 
 From grief can set me free, 
 Hope finds its strength in helplessness, 
 
 And gaily waits on thee. 
 
 Ride on, ride on triumphantly, 
 
 Thou glorious Will ! ride on ; 
 Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take 
 
 The road that thou hast gone. 
 
 Ill that God blesses is our good, 
 
 And unblest good is ill ; 
 And all is right that seems most wrong, 
 
 If it be his sweet will. 
 
 Frederick William Fabev.' 
 
 302. 
 
 SUPREME Disposer of the heart ! 
 Thou, since the world began, 
 With heavenly grace hast sanctified 
 And cheered the heart of man. 
 
THE ABIDING LOVE. 
 
 Here faith, and hope, and love, unite 
 
 To lift the soul above ; 
 But love alone for aye abides, 
 
 Eternal changeless love ! 
 
 O holy love ! unfading light ! 
 
 O shall it ever be, 
 That after all our sorrows here, 
 
 Thy sabbath we shall see ? 
 
 Here, yet awhile, with many a tear 
 
 The precious seed we sow : 
 There, treasured lie the promised fruits, 
 
 The harvest of our woe. 
 
 Parisian Breviary : tr. John Chandler. 
 
 303. 
 
 "APPY soul, that free from harm 
 Rests within his Shepherd's arm ! 
 Who his quiet shall molest ? 
 Who shall violate his rest ? 
 
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 Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep ; 
 Bring me back, and lead, and keep ; 
 Take on thee my every care ; 
 Bear me, on thy bosom bear. 
 
 Let me know thy gracious voice ; 
 More and more in thee rejoice ; 
 More and more of thee receive, 
 Ever in thy spirit live : — 
 
 Live, till all thy love I know, 
 Perfect in my Lord below ; 
 Gladly then from earth remove, 
 Gathered to the fold above. 
 
 Charles Wesley.* 
 
304. 
 
 ASPIRATION. 
 
 PURER yet, and purer, 
 I would be in mind, 
 Dearer yet, and dearer 
 
 Every duty find ; 
 Hoping still, and trusting 
 
 God without a fear, 
 Patiently believing 
 
 He will make all clear. 
 
 Calmer yet, and calmer 
 
 In the hours of pain, 
 Surer yet and surer 
 
 Peace at last to gain ; 
 Suffering still and doing, 
 
 To his will resigned, 
 And to God subduing 
 
 Heart and will and mind. 
 
 Higher yet and higher 
 
 Out of clouds and night, 
 Nearer yet and nearer 
 
 Rising to the light — 
 Light serene and holy, 
 
 Where my soul may rest, 
 Purified and lowly, 
 
 Sanctified and blest. 
 
 Swifter yet and swifter 
 
 Ever onward run, 
 Firmer yet and firmer 
 
 Step as I go on ; 
 Oft these earnest longings 
 
 Swell within my breast, 
 Yet their inner meaning 
 
 Ne'er can be expressed. 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
THE SERVICE OF PRAISE. 
 
 305. 
 
 FILL thou my life, O Lord my God, 
 In every part with praise, 
 That my whole being may proclaim 
 
 Thy being and thy ways. 
 Not for the lip of praise alone, 
 Nor even the praising heart, 
 I ask, but for a life made up 
 Of praise in every part. 
 
 Praise in the common things of life, 
 
 Its goings out and in, 
 Praise in each duty and each deed, 
 
 However small and mean. 
 Praise in the common words I speak, 
 
 Life's common looks and tones, 
 In intercourse at hearth or board, 
 
 With my beloved ones. 
 
 Upon the bed of weariness, 
 
 With fevered eye and brain ; 
 Or standing by another's couch 
 
 Watching the pulse of pain. 
 Enduring wrong, reproach, or loss, 
 
 With sweet and steadfast will ; 
 Loving and blessing those who hate, 
 
 Returning good for ill. 
 
 So shall each fear, each fret, each care, 
 
 Be turned into song ; 
 And every winding of the way 
 
 The echo shall prolong. 
 So shall no part of day or night 
 
 From sacredness be free, 
 But all my life, in every step, 
 
 Be fellowship with thee. 
 
 H or a tins Bonar. 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 306. 
 
 307. 
 
 O MASTER of my soul, 
 To whom the lives of men 
 That floated once upon thy breath, 
 Shall yet return again : 
 
 Give me the eyes to see, 
 Give me the ears to hear, 
 Give me the spiritual sense 
 To feel that thou art near. 
 
 So when this earthly mist 
 Fades in the azure sky, 
 My soul shall still be close to thee, 
 And in thee cannot die. 
 
 Edwin Hatch. 
 
 STILL with thee, O my God, 
 I would desire to be ; 
 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 I would be still with thee ; 
 
 With thee when dawn comes in, 
 And calls me back to care ; 
 Each day returning to begin 
 With thee, my God, in prayer ; 
 
 With thee, amid the crowd 
 That throngs the busy mart, 
 To hear thy voice, 'mid clamour loud, 
 Speak softly to my heart ; 
 
 With thee, when day is done, 
 And evening calms the mind ; 
 The setting as the rising sun 
 
 With thee my heart would find ; 
 
THE BLESSED LIFE. 
 
 With thee when darkness brings 
 The signal of repose ; 
 Calm in the shadow of thy wings 
 Mine eyelids I would close ; 
 
 With thee, in thee, by faith 
 Abiding would I be ; 
 By day, by night, in life, in death, 
 I would be still with thee. 
 
 James Drummond Bums. 
 
 308. 
 
 BLESSED life ! the heart at rest, 
 When all without tumultuous seems ; 
 That trusts a higher will, and deems 
 That higher will, not mine, the best. 
 
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 O blessed life ! the mind that sees, — 
 
 Whatever change the years may bring, — 
 A mercy still in everything, 
 
 And shining through all mysteries. 
 
 O blessed life ! the soul that soars, 
 When sense of mortal sight is dim, 
 Beyond the sense — beyond, to Him 
 
 Whose love unlocks the heavenly doors. 
 
 O blessed life ! heart, mind, and soul, 
 From self-born aims and wishes free, 
 In all at one with Deity, 
 
 And loyal to the Lord's control. 
 
 O life ! how blessed ! how divine ! 
 
 High life, the earnest of a higher ! 
 
 Father ! fulfil my deep desire, 
 And let this blessed life be mine ! 
 
 William Tidd Matson* 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 309. 
 
 DEAR Lord and Father of mankind 
 Forgive our feverish ways ! 
 Reclothe us in our rightful mind ; 
 In purer lives thy service find, 
 In deeper reverence, praise. 
 
 In simple trust like theirs who heard 
 
 Beside the Syrian sea 
 The gracious calling of the Lord, 
 Let us, like them, without a word, 
 
 Rise up and follow thee. 
 
 O Sabbath rest by Galilee ! 
 
 O calm of hills above ! 
 Where Jesus knelt to share with thee 
 The silence of eternity, 
 
 Interpreted by love ! 
 
 With that deep hush subduing all 
 Our words and works that drown 
 
 The tender whisper of thy call, 
 
 As noiseless let thy blessing fall 
 As fell thy manna down. 
 
 Drop thy still dews of quietness, 
 
 Till all our strivings cease : 
 Take from our souls the strain and stress, 
 And let our ordered lives confess 
 
 The beauty of thy peace. 
 
 John Gveenleaf Whittier.* 
 
 310. 
 
 NEARER, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee ! 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me ; 
 Still all my song shall be, — 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
311. 
 
 LOOKING UPWARD. 
 
 Though, like the wanderer 
 
 The sun gone down, 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 My rest a stone ; 
 Yet in my dreams I'd be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 There let the way appear, 
 
 Steps unto heaven ; 
 All that thou sendest me, 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 Then with my waking thoughts 
 
 Bright with thy praise, 
 Out of my stony griefs 
 
 Bethel I'll raise ; 
 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 Or if on joyful wing 
 
 Cleaving the sky, 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 
 
 Upward I fly ; 
 Still all my song shall be, — 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 Sarah Flower Adams. 
 
 FATHER ! we look up to thee ! 
 Let us in thy love agree : 
 Thou, who are the God of peace, 
 Bid contention ever cease, 
 
312. 
 
 ASPIRATION. 
 
 Make us of one heart and mind, 
 Courteous, merciful, and kind ; 
 Lowly, meek in thought and word, 
 Ne'er by fretful passion stirred. 
 
 Let us for each other care, 
 Each the other's burden bear ; 
 Ready, when reviled, to bless ; 
 Studious of the law of peace. 
 
 Father ! all our souls inspire ; 
 Fill us with love's sacred fire ! 
 Guided by that blessed light, 
 Order all our steps aright. 
 
 Free from anger, free from pride, 
 Let us thus in God abide ; 
 All the depth of love express, — 
 All the height of holiness. 
 
 Charles Wesley. 
 
 GOD of truth ! thy sons should be 
 Firmly grounded upon thee ; 
 Ever on the rock abide, 
 High above the changing tide. 
 
 Theirs is the unwavering mind, 
 No more tossed with every wind ; 
 No more doth their 'stablished heart 
 From the living God depart. 
 
 Father ! strengthen thou my will, 
 With thy steadfast purpose fill ; 
 Rooted, grounded, may I be, 
 Fixed in thy stability. 
 
THE SERVICE OF TRUTH. 
 
 Henceforth may I nobly stand ; 
 Build no longer on the sand ; 
 But defy temptation's shock, 
 Firmly grounded on the rock. 
 
 Imitated from Charles Wesley 
 by Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 313. 
 
 *HOU long disowned, reviled, oppressed, 
 Strange friend of human kind, 
 Seeking through weary years a rest 
 Within our hearts to find ; 
 
 r 
 
 How late thy bright and awful brow 
 Breaks through these clouds of sin : 
 
 Hail, Truth divine ! we know thee now, 
 Angel of God, come in ! 
 
 Come, though with purifying fire, 
 
 And desolating sword, 
 Thou of all nations the desire ! 
 
 Earth waits thy cleansing word. 
 
 Struck by the lightning of thy glance, 
 
 Let old oppressions die : 
 Before thy cloudless countenance 
 
 Let fear and falsehood fly. 
 
 Anoint our eyes with healing grace, 
 
 To see, as ne'er before, 
 Our Father in our brother's face, 
 
 Our Maker in his poor. 
 
 Flood our dark life with golden day ; 
 
 Convince, subdue, enthral ; 
 Then to a mightier yield thy sway, 
 
 And love be all in all. 
 
 Eliza Scudder. 
 
THE SERVICE OF TRUTH 
 
 314. 
 
 BEHOLD, how mighty truth, 
 From a first glimmer pale, 
 With gradual ray extends its sway, 
 
 Through heaven to prevail : 
 Sing ye praises, O sing praises ; 
 For truth can never fail. 
 
 Behold, how mighty love, 
 
 That from a firstling flower, 
 By gradual heats, reveals its sweets, 
 
 Gains universal power : 
 Sing ye praises, O sing praises ; 
 
 And hail love's prospering power. 
 
 The God of truth and love, 
 
 The ancient friend of man, 
 Makes every age an onward stage, 
 
 And has since time began : 
 Sing ye praises, O sing praises ; 
 
 God has a glorious plan. 
 
 If once from out the light 
 
 His smile on us has shone, 
 Again the cloud his face may shroud, 
 
 Yet boldly we'll go on : 
 Sing ye praises, O sing praises ; 
 
 The dusk will soon be gone. 
 
 God is our guide, our guard, 
 
 On us no foe can prey ; 
 Nor can we roam, for to our home 
 
 He leads us night and day : 
 Sing ye praises, O sing praises, 
 
 While on your homeward way. 
 
 Thomas T. Lynch, 
 
AND PROGRESS. 
 
 315. 
 
 He charged us before God and his blessed angels, if God should 
 reveal anything to us by any other instrument of his, to be as ready to 
 receive it as any truth of his ministry ; for he was very confident the Lord 
 had more light and truth yet to break forth out of his holy word. — 
 Narrative of Pastor Robinson's address to the Pilgrim Fathers. 
 
 WE limit not the truth of God 
 To our poor reach of mind, 
 By notions of our day and sect, 
 Crude, partial, and confined ; 
 No, let a new and better hope 
 
 Within our hearts be stirred ; 
 The Lord hath yet more light and truth 
 To break forth from his word. 
 
 Who dares to bind to his dull sense 
 
 The oracles of heaven, 
 To all the nations, tongues, and climes, 
 
 And all the ages given ; 
 That universe, how much unknown ! 
 
 That ocean unexplored ! 
 The Lord hath yet more light and truth 
 
 To break forth from his word. 
 
 Darkling our great forefathers went 
 
 The first steps of the way ; 
 'Twas but the dawning, yet to grow 
 
 Into the perfect day. 
 And grow it shall ; our glorious sun 
 
 More fervid rays afford ; 
 The Lord hath yet more light and truth 
 
 To break forth from his word. 
 
 The valleys past, ascending still, 
 
 Our souls would higher climb, 
 And look down from supernal heights 
 
 On all the bygone time. 
 Upward we press ; the air is clear 
 
 And the sphere-music heard ; 
 The Lord hath yet more light and truth 
 
 To break forth from his word. 
 
 George Rawson. 
 
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THE SERVICE OF TRUTH. 
 
 316. 
 
 WHEN courage fails, and faith burns low, 
 And men are timid grown, 
 Hold fast thy loyalty, and know 
 That Truth still moveth on. 
 
 For unseen messengers she hath 
 
 To work her will and ways, 
 And even human scorn and wrath 
 
 God turneth to her praise. 
 
 She can both meek and lordly be, 
 
 In heavenly might secure ; 
 With her is pledge of victory, 
 
 And patience to endure. 
 
 The race is not unto the swift, 
 
 The battle to the strong, 
 When dawn her judgment-days that sift 
 
 The claims of right and wrong. 
 
 And more than thou canst do for Truth 
 
 Can she on thee confer, 
 If thou, O heart, but give thy youth 
 
 And manhood unto her. 
 
 For she can make thee inly bright, 
 
 Thy self-love purge away, 
 And lead thee in the path whose light 
 
 Shines to the perfect day. 
 
 Who follow her, though men deride, 
 
 In her strength shall be strong, 
 Shall see their shame become their pride, 
 
 And share her triumph-song. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer, 
 
317. 
 
 THE CITY OF GOD. 
 
 OTHOU not made with hands, 
 Not throned above the skies, 
 Nor walled with shining walls, 
 Nor framed with stones of price, 
 More bright than gold or gem, 
 God's own Jerusalem ! 
 
 Where'er the gentle heart 
 Finds courage from above ; 
 Where'er the heart forsook 
 Warms with the breath of love ; 
 
 Where faith bids fear depart, 
 
 City of God ! thou art. 
 
 Thou art where'er the proud 
 
 In humbleness melts down ; 
 
 Where self itself yields up ; 
 
 Where martyrs win their crown ; 
 Where faithful souls possess 
 Themselves in perfect peace. 
 
 Where in life's common ways 
 With cheerful feet we go ; 
 When in his steps we tread 
 Who trod the way of woe ; 
 
 Where he is in the heart, 
 
 City of God ! thou art. 
 
 Not throned above the skies, 
 Nor golden-walled afar, 
 But where Christ's two or three 
 In his name gathered are, 
 
 Be in the midst of them, 
 
 God's own Jerusalem ! 
 
 Francis Turner Palgrave, 
 
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THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 318. 
 
 O SPIRIT of the living God ! 
 In all thy plenitude of grace, 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 Descend on our benighted race. 
 
 Be darkness at thy coming, light ; 
 Confusion, order in thy path ; 
 Souls without strength inspire with might ; 
 Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 
 
 O spirit of the Lord ! prepare 
 All the round earth her God to meet ; 
 Breathe thou abroad like morning air, 
 Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 
 
 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
 The triumphs of the cross record ; 
 Thy name, O Father, glorify, 
 Till every kindred call thee Lord. 
 
 James Montgomery.* 
 
 319. 
 
 ALL before us lies the way ; 
 Give the past unto the wind 
 All before us is the day ; 
 Night and darkness are behind. 
 
 Eden, with its angels bold, 
 Love and flowers and coolest sea, 
 Is not ancient story told, 
 But a glowing prophecy. 
 
 In the spirit's perfect air, 
 In the passions tame and kind, 
 Innocence from selfish care, 
 The real Eden we shall find. 
 
THE HALLOWING OF THE EARTH. 
 
 When the soul to sin hath died, 
 True and beautiful and sound, 
 Then all earth is sanctified, 
 Upsprings Paradise around. 
 
 Then shall come the Eden-days, 
 Guardian watch from seraph-eyes, 
 Angels on the slanting rays, 
 Voices from the opening skies. 
 
 From this spirit-land, afar 
 All disturbing force shall flee ; 
 Stir, nor toil, nor hope shall mar 
 Its immortal unity. 
 
 Eliza Thayer Clapp.* 
 
 320. 
 
 OUT of the dark the circling sphere 
 Is rounding onward to the light ; 
 We see not yet the full day here, 
 
 But cheer'd we mark the paling night. 
 
 And Hope, that lights her fadeless fires, 
 And Faith, that shines, a heavenly will, 
 
 And Love, that courage re-inspires, — 
 These stars have been above us still. 
 
 Look backward, how much has been won ! 
 
 Look round, how much is yet to win ! 
 The watches of the night are done ; 
 
 The watches of the day begin. 
 
 O thou, whose mighty patience holds 
 
 The night and day alike in view, 
 Thy will our dearest hope enfolds : 
 
 O keep us steadfast, patient, true ! 
 
 Samuel Longfellow,-''- 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 321. 
 
 LORD, from whom all blessings flow, 
 Perfecting the church below ! 
 Steadfast may we cleave to thee ; 
 Love the mystic union be. 
 Join our faithful spirits, join 
 Each to each, and all to thine : 
 Lead us through the paths of peace, 
 On to perfect holiness. 
 
 Move, and actuate and guide ; 
 Divers gifts to each divide : 
 Placed according to thy will, 
 Let us all our work fulfil : — 
 Never from our office move ; — 
 Needful to each other prove ; — 
 Use the grace on each bestowed, 
 Tempered by the art of God ! 
 
 Sweetly may we all agree, 
 Touched with softest sympathy : 
 There is neither bond nor free, 
 Great nor servile, Lord, in thee : 
 Love, like death, hath all destroyed, 
 Rendered all distinctions void ! 
 Names and sects and parties fall : 
 Thou, O God, art all in all ! 
 
 Charles Wesley.* 
 
 322. 
 
 LORD God, by whom all change is wrought, 
 By whom new things to birth are brought, 
 In whom no change is known ; 
 Whate'er thou dost, whate'er thou art, 
 Thy people still in thee have part, 
 Still, still thou art our own. 
 
THE DIVINE RENEWER. 
 
 Ancient of Days, we dwell in thee ; 
 Out of thine own eternity 
 
 Our peace and joy are wrought ; 
 We rest in our eternal God 
 And make secure and sweet abode 
 
 With thee who changest not. 
 
 Each steadfast promise we possess ; 
 Thine everlasting truth we bless, 
 
 Thine everlasting love. 
 The Eternal Helper close we clasp, 
 The Everlasting Arms we grasp, 
 
 Nor from the Refuge move. 
 
 Spirit who makes t all things new ! 
 Thou leadest onward, we pursue 
 
 The heavenly march sublime. 
 With thy renewing fire we glow, 
 And still from strength to strength we go, 
 
 From height to height we climb. 
 
 Darkness and dread we leave behind, 
 New light, new glory still we find, 
 
 New realms divine possess : 
 New births of grace new rapture bring ; 
 Triumphant the new T song we sing, 
 
 The great Renewer bless. 
 
 To thee we rise, in thee we rest ; 
 We stay at home, we go in quest ; 
 
 Still thou art our abode. 
 The rapture swells, the wonder grows, 
 As full on us new life still flows 
 
 From our unchanging God. 
 
 Thomas Hovnblowev Gill. 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 323. 
 
 COME, kingdom of our God, 
 Sweet reign of light and love ! 
 Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, 
 And wisdom from above. 
 
 Over our spirits first 
 Extend thy healing reign ; 
 There raise and quench the sacred thirst, 
 That never pains again. 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God ! 
 And make the broad earth thine, 
 Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
 That flowers with grace divine. 
 
 Soon may all tribes be blest 
 With fruit from life's glad tree ; 
 And in its shade like brothers rest, 
 Sons of one family. 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God ! 
 And raise thy glorious throne 
 In worlds by the undying trod, 
 Where God shall bless his own. 
 
 John Johns. 
 
 324. 
 
 DOWN the dark future, through long generations, 
 The battle-sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; 
 And, like a bell with solemn sweet vibrations, 
 
 I hear once more the voice of Christ say ' Peace ! ' 
 
 Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals, 
 The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies ; 
 
 But, beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
 The holy melodies of love arise. 
 
 II envy Wads worth Longfellow.' 1 ' 
 
325. 
 
 THE UNSEEN GOOD. 
 
 LORD, for the things I see 
 I trust the things to be ; 
 And present gratitude 
 Insures the future's good. 
 So in the paths untrod, 
 And the long days of God, 
 My feet shall still be led, 
 My heart be comforted. 
 
 Others shall sing the song, 
 Others shall right the wrong, — 
 Finish what I begin, 
 And all I fail of win. 
 What matter, I or they ? 
 Mine or another's day, 
 So the right word be said 
 And life the sweeter made ? 
 
 Hail to the coming singers ! 
 Hail to the brave light-bringers ! 
 Forward I reach and share 
 All that they sing or dare. 
 The airs of heaven blow o'er me ; 
 A glory shines before me 
 Of what mankind shall be, — 
 Pure, generous, brave, and free. 
 
 The love of God and neighbour ; 
 An equal-handed labour ; 
 The richer life, where beauty 
 Walks hand in hand with duty. 
 I feel the earth move sunward, 
 I join the great march onward, 
 And take, by faith, while living, 
 My freehold of thanksgiving. 
 
 John Gvcenleaf Whittiev. 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 326. 
 
 THE Lord will come, and not be slow ; 
 His footsteps cannot err : 
 Before him Righteousness shall go, 
 His royal harbinger. 
 
 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 
 
 Shall bud and blossom then ; 
 And Justice, from her heavenly bower, 
 
 Look down on mortal men. 
 
 Rise, Lord ! judge thou the earth in might ; 
 
 This longing earth redress ; 
 For thou art he who shall by right 
 
 The nations all possess. 
 
 The nations all whom thou hast made 
 Shall come, and all shall frame 
 
 To bow them low before thee, Lord, 
 And glorify thy name. 
 
 For great thou art, and wonders great 
 
 By thy strong hand are done ; 
 Thou, in thy everlasting seat, 
 
 Remainest God alone. 
 
 John Milton* 
 
 327. 
 
 POUR, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man ! 
 Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll ; 
 Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, 
 And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. 
 
 On, piercing Gospel, on ! of every heart, 
 
 In every latitude, thou own'st the key : 
 
 From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, 
 
 With all their treasures first unlocked by thee ! 
 
THE TRIUMPH OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 Tread, kingly Gospel, through the nations tread ! 
 With all the civil virtues in thy train ; 
 Be all to thy blest freedom captive led ; 
 And Christ, the true emancipator, reign ! 
 
 Spread, giant Gospel, spread thy growing wings ! 
 Gather thy scattered ones from every land : 
 Call home the wanderers to the King of kings : 
 Proclaim them all thine own ; — 'tis Christ's com- 
 mand ! 
 
 Thomas Alfred Ashworth. 
 
 328. 
 
 CITY of God ! how broad and far 
 Outspread thy walls sublime ! 
 The true thy chartered freemen are, 
 Of every age and clime. 
 
 One holy Church, one army strong, 
 
 One steadfast high intent, 
 One working-band, one harvest-song, 
 
 One King omnipotent. 
 
 How purely hath thy speech come down 
 
 From man's primeval youth ! 
 How grandly hath thine empire grown 
 
 Of freedom, love, and truth. 
 
 How gleam thy watch-fires through the night 
 
 With never-fainting ray ! 
 How rise thy towers, serene and bright, 
 
 To meet the dawning day ! 
 
 In vain the surge's angry shock, 
 
 In vain the drifting sands ; 
 Unharmed, upon the Eternal Rock 
 
 The Eternal City stands. 
 
 Samuel Johnson. 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 329. 
 
 ONE holy Church of God appears 
 Through every age and race, 
 Unwasted by the lapse of years, 
 Unchanged by changing place. 
 
 From oldest time, on farthest shores, 
 
 Beneath the pine or palm, 
 One Unseen Presence she adores, 
 
 With silence or with psalm. 
 
 Her priests are all God's faithful sons, 
 To serve the world raised up ; 
 
 The pure in heart her baptized ones ; 
 Love, her communion-cup. 
 
 The truth is her prophetic gift, 
 
 The soul her sacred page ; 
 And feet on mercy's errands swift 
 
 Do make her pilgrimage. 
 
 O living Church, thine errand speed ; 
 
 Fulfil thy task sublime ; 
 With bread of life earth's hunger feed; 
 
 Redeem the evil time ! 
 
 Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 330. 
 
 SPIRIT of Truth ! our fathers reared 
 Thy temple, stone by stone, 
 Till o'er its holiest shrine appeared, — 
 * Glory to God alone.' 
 
 And through each lingering age, while death 
 
 Dispersed the faithful band, 
 They nobly passed, with parting breath, 
 
 Thy torch from hand to hand. 
 
THE CONQUESTS OF TRUTH. 
 
 But now, around the temple walls, 
 
 Thy girded servants throng, 
 On watching eyes the daybreak falls, 
 - No plaint is heard, ' How long ? ' 
 
 For see, the broadening light fulfils 
 
 Our waiting hearts' desire, 
 It pales our watch-fires on the hills, — 
 
 We tune the silent lyre. 
 
 Spirit divine, the slumbrous world, 
 
 With heavy eyes unsealed, 
 Will wake to find thy flag unfurled, 
 
 Thy host command the field. 
 
 Thy watchwords pass from soul to soul, 
 
 Thy conquests none can stay ; 
 Earth's noblest seek the shining goal 
 
 Of thy triumphant sway. 
 
 A ndveiv Chalmers. 
 
 331. 
 
 O SOMETIMES gleams upon our sight, 
 Through present wrong, the Eternal Right ; 
 And step by step since time began, 
 We see the steady gain of man ; 
 
 That all of good the past hath had 
 Remains to make our own time glad, 
 Our common daily life divine, 
 And every land a Palestine. 
 
 We lack but open eye and ear, 
 To find the Orient's marvels here ; 
 The still small voice in autumn's hush, 
 Yon maple w T ood, the burning bush. 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 Through the harsh noises of our day, 
 A low sweet prelude finds its way ; 
 Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear, 
 A light is breaking calm and clear. 
 
 Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more 
 For olden time and holier shore : 
 God's love and blessing, then and there, 
 Are now and here and everywhere. 
 
 John Greenleaf Whittier.* 
 
 332. 
 
 THE past is dark with sin and shame, 
 The future dim with doubt and fear ; 
 But, Father ! yet we praise thy name, 
 Whose guardian love is ever near. 
 
 For man has striven, ages long, 
 
 With faltering steps, to come to thee, 
 
 And in each purpose, high and strong, 
 The guiding of thy hand could see. 
 
 He could not breathe an earnest prayer, 
 But thou wast kinder than he dreamed ; 
 
 As age by age brought hopes more fair, 
 And nearer still thy kingdom seemed. 
 
 But never rose within his breast 
 A trust so calm and deep as now ; 
 
 Shall not the weary find a rest ? 
 Father ! Preserver ! answer thou. 
 
 'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above, 
 
 But through the shadow streams the sun ; 
 
 We cannot doubt thy certain love, 
 And man's true aim shall yet be won. 
 
 Thomas Went worth Higginson. 
 
THE LATTER DAY. 
 
 333. 
 
 The power of thy grace is not passed away with the primitive times, 
 as fond and faithless men imagine, but thy kingdom is now at hand, and 
 thou standing at the door.— Milton. 
 
 OUR God! our God! thou shinest here, 
 Thine own this latter day ; 
 To us thy radiant steps appear : 
 We watch thy glorious way. 
 
 Not only olden ages felt 
 
 The presence of the Lord ; 
 Not only with the fathers dwelt 
 
 Thy spirit and thy word. 
 
 Doth not the spirit still descend, 
 And bring the heavenly fire ? 
 
 Dost not thou still thy church extend, 
 And waiting souls inspire ? 
 
 Come holy One ! in us arise ; 
 
 Be this thy mighty hour ! 
 And make thy willing people wise 
 
 To know thy day of power ! 
 
 Pour down thy fire in us to glow 
 
 Thy might in us to dwell ; 
 Again thy works of wonder show, 
 
 Thy blessed secrets tell ! 
 
 Bear us aloft, more glad, more strong 
 
 On thy celestial wing, 
 And grant us grace to look and long 
 
 For our returning King. 
 
 God draweth near, he standeth by, 
 
 He fills our eyes, our ears ; 
 Come King of grace, thy people cry, 
 
 And bring the glorious years. 
 
 Thomas Hornblower Gill* 
 
THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 
 
 334. 
 
 WE wait in faith, in prayer we wait, 
 Until the happy hour 
 When God shall ope the morning gate, 
 By his almighty power. 
 
 We wait in faith, and turn our face 
 To where the daylight springs ; 
 
 Till he shall come earth's gloom to chase, 
 With healing on his wings. 
 
 And even now, amid the grey, 
 
 The east is brightening fast, 
 And kindling to that perfect day 
 
 Which never shall be past. 
 
 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, 
 
 Till that blest day shall shine, 
 When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, 
 
 And all, O God ! be thine. 
 
 O guide us till our night is done ! 
 
 Until, from shore to shore, 
 Thou, Lord, our everlasting Sun, 
 
 Art shining evermore ! 
 
 Imitated from John Mason Neale, 
 by Samuel Longfellow. 
 
 335. 
 
 THY kingdom come, — on bended knee 
 The passing ages pray ; 
 And faithful souls have yearned to see 
 On earth that kingdom's day. 
 
 But the slow watches of the night 
 
 Not less to God belong, 
 And for the everlasting Right 
 
 The silent stars are strong. 
 
THE VISION OF THE DAWN. 
 
 And lo ! already on the hills 
 
 The flags of dawn appear ; 
 Gird up your loins, ye prophet souls, 
 
 Proclaim the day is near: 
 
 The day in whose clear-shining light 
 
 All wrong shall stand revealed ; 
 When justice shall be clothed with might, 
 
 And every hurt be healed ; 
 
 When knowledge hand in hand with peace 
 
 Shall walk the earth abroad, — 
 The day of perfect righteousness, 
 
 The promised day of God ! 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
 336. 
 
 HARK ! hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling 
 O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat 
 shore : 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no more ! 
 
 Rest comes at length ; though life be long and dreary, 
 The day must dawn, and darksome night be past : 
 
 All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, 
 
 And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. 
 
 Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeans softly glisten 
 Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea ; 
 
 And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen 
 
 To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. 
 
 Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keeping ; 
 
 Sing us sw T eet fragments of the songs above ; 
 While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, 
 
 Till life's long night shall break in endless love. 
 
 Frederick William Faber^ 
 
THE FUTURE HOPE. 
 
 337. 
 
 FOR ever with the Lord ! — 
 Amen ! so let it be : 
 Life from the dead is in that word ; 
 'Tis immortality. 
 
 Here in the body pent, 
 Absent from him I roam ; 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 All that I am, have been, 
 All that I yet may be, 
 He sees at once, as he hath seen, 
 And shall for ever see. 
 
 4 For ever with the Lord ! ' — 
 Father ! if 'tis thy will, 
 The promise of that faithful word 
 E'en here to me fulfil. 
 
 Be thou at my right hand, 
 Then can I never fail ; 
 Uphold thou me, and I shall stand ; 
 Fight, and I must prevail. 
 
 So when my latest breath 
 Shall rend the veil in twain, 
 By death I shall escape from death, 
 And life eternal gain. 
 
 Knowing as I am known, 
 How shall I love that word, 
 And oft repeat before the throne, — 
 4 For ever with the Lord ! ' 
 
 James Montgomery.'" 
 
THE VISION OF FAITH. 
 
 338. 
 
 MY Father's house on high, 
 Home of my soul, how near, 
 At times, to faith's foreseeing eye 
 Thy golden gates appear. 
 
 Ah ! then my spirit faints 
 To reach the land I love, 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 Jerusalem above. 
 
 Yet clouds will intervene 
 And all my prospect flies, 
 Like Noah's dove, I flit between 
 Rough seas and stormy skies. 
 
 Anon the clouds depart, 
 The winds and waters cease, 
 While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart 
 Expands the bow of peace. 
 
 Beneath its glowing arch 
 Along the hallow'd ground, 
 I see cherubic armies march, 
 A camp of fire around. 
 
 I hear at morn and even, 
 At noon and midnight hour, 
 The choral harmonies of heaven 
 Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower. 
 
 Then, then I feel that he, 
 Remembered or forgot, 
 The Lord, is never far from me, 
 Though I perceive him not. 
 
 James Montgomery.* 
 
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THE FUTURE HOPE. 
 
 339. 
 
 THE saints on earth and those above 
 But one communion make ; 
 Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, 
 All of his grace partake. 
 
 One family, we dwell in him, 
 
 One church above, beneath ; 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 
 The narrow stream of death. 
 
 One army of the living God, 
 
 To his command we bow : 
 Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 Lo ! thousands to their endless home 
 
 Are swiftly borne away ; 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 
 And soon must launch as they. 
 
 O God ! be thou our constant guide : 
 Then, when thy word is given, 
 
 Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, 
 And land us all in heaven. 
 
 Charles Wesley. 
 
 340. 
 
 THEY passed away from sight and hand, 
 A slow successive train ; 
 To memory's heart, a gathered band, 
 Our lost ones come again. 
 
 Dear thoughts that once our union made, 
 
 Death does not disallow ; 
 We prayed for them while here they stayed, 
 
 And what shall hinder now ? 
 
THE FAMILY IN HEAVEN AND ON EARTH. 
 
 O Father ! give them perfect day, 
 
 And portions with the blest ; 
 O, pity if they went astray, 
 
 And pardon for the best ! 
 
 As they may need, still deign to bring 
 
 The helping of thy grace ; 
 The shadow of thy guardian wing, 
 
 Or shining of thy face. 
 
 For all their sorrows here below 
 
 Be boundless joy and peace ; 
 For all their love, a heavenly glow 
 
 That never more shall cease. 
 
 O Lord of souls ! when ours shall part, 
 
 To try the farther birth, 
 Let F'aith go journeying with the heart 
 
 To those we loved on earth. 
 
 Nathaniel L. Frothingham.* 
 
 341. 
 
 CANNOT think of them as dea 
 Who walk with me no more 
 Along the path of life I tread, 
 They have but gone before. 
 
 i 
 
 The Father's house is mansioned fair 
 
 Beyond my vision dim ; 
 All souls are his, and here or there, 
 
 Are living unto him. 
 
 And still their silent ministry 
 Within my heart hath place, 
 
 As when on earth they walked with me 
 And met me face to face. 
 
THE FUTURE HOPE. 
 
 Their lives are made forever mine ; 
 
 What they to me have been 
 Hath left henceforth its seal and sign 
 
 Engraven deep within. 
 
 Mine are they by an ownership 
 
 Nor time nor death can free ; 
 For God hath given to Love to keep 
 
 Its own eternally. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
 342. 
 
 LONG for household voices gone, 
 For vanished smiles I long ; 
 But God hath led my dear ones on, 
 And he can do no wrong. 
 
 i 
 
 I know not what the future hath 
 
 Of marvel or surprise, 
 Assured alone that life and death 
 
 His mercy underlies. 
 
 And if my heart and flesh are weak 
 
 To bear an untried pain, 
 The bruised reed he will not break, 
 
 But strengthen and sustain. 
 
 And so beside the Silent Sea 
 
 I wait the muffled oar ; 
 No harm from him can come to me 
 
 On ocean or on shore. 
 
 I know not where his islands lift 
 
 Their fronded palms in air ; 
 I only know I cannot drift 
 
 Beyond his love and care. 
 
 John Gveenleaf Whittiev* 
 
ALL LIVE UNTO GOD. 
 
 343. 
 
 GOD of the living, in whose eyes 
 Unveiled thy whole creation lies ! 
 All souls are thine : we must not say 
 That those are dead who pass away ; 
 From this our world of flesh set free, 
 We know them living unto thee. 
 
 Released from earthly toil and strife, 
 
 With thee is hidden still their life ; 
 
 Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, 
 
 All thine, and yet most truly ours ; 
 
 For well we know, where'er they be, 
 
 Our dead are living unto thee. 
 
 Not spilt like water on the ground, 
 Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, 
 Not wandering in unknown despair 
 Beyond thy voice, thine arm, thy care ; 
 Not left to lie like fallen tree ; 
 Not dead, but living unto thee. 
 
 Thy word is true, thy will is just ; 
 
 To thee we leave them, Lord, in trust ; 
 
 And bless thee for the love which gave 
 
 Thy Son to fill a human grave, 
 
 That none might fear that world to see 
 
 Where all are living unto thee. 
 
 O Breather into man of breath, 
 
 O Holder of the keys of death, 
 
 O Giver of the life w T ithin, 
 
 Save us from death, the death of sin ; 
 
 That body, soul, and spirit be 
 
 For ever living unto thee ! 
 
 John Ellevton, 
 
THE FUTURE HOPE. 
 
 344. 
 
 IT singeth low in every heart, 
 We hear it each and all, — 
 A song of those who answer not, 
 
 However we may call. 
 They throng the silence of the breast ; 
 
 We see them as of yore, — 
 The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, 
 Who walk with us no more. 
 
 'Tis hard to take the burden up, 
 
 When these have laid it down : 
 They brightened all the joy of life, 
 
 They softened every frown. 
 But O, 'tis good to think of them 
 
 When we are troubled sore ; 
 Thanks be to God that such have been, 
 
 Although they are no more. 
 
 More homelike seems the vast unknown, 
 
 Since they have entered there ; 
 To follow them were not so hard, 
 
 Wherever they may fare. 
 They cannot be where God is not, 
 
 On any sea or shore ; 
 Whate'er betides, thy love abides, 
 
 Our God for evermore. 
 
 John White Chad wick. 
 
 345. 
 
 WHEN for me the silent oar 
 Parts the silent river, 
 And I stand upon the shore 
 
 Of the strange forever, 
 Shall I miss the loved and known, 
 Shall I vainly seek mine own ? 
 
THE PROMISE OF THE HEART. 
 
 Can the bonds that make us here 
 
 Know ourselves immortal, 
 Drop away like foliage sere 
 
 At life's inner portal ? 
 What is holiest below 
 Must for ever live and grow. 
 
 He who on our earthly path 
 
 Bids us help each other, 
 Who his Well-beloved hath 
 
 Made our elder brother, 
 Will but clasp the chain of love 
 Closer when we meet above. 
 
 Therefore dread I not to go 
 
 O'er the silent river : 
 Death, thy hastening oar I know T ; 
 
 Bear me, thou life-giver, 
 Through the waters to the shore 
 Where mine own have gone before. 
 
 Lucy Lay com. 
 
 346. 
 
 V HE world may change from old to new, 
 From new to old again ; 
 Yet hope and heaven, for ever true, 
 Within man's heart remain. 
 
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 The dreams that bless the weary soul, 
 
 The struggles of the strong, 
 Are steps towards some happy goal, 
 
 The story of hope's song. 
 
 Hope leads the child to plant the flower 
 
 The man to sow the seed ; 
 Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour, 
 
 But prompts again to deed. 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 And ere upon the old man's dust 
 
 The grass is seen to wave, 
 We look through falling tears — to trust 
 
 Hope's sunshine on the grave. 
 
 Oh, no ! it is no flattering lure, 
 
 No fancy weak or fond, 
 When hope would bid us rest secure 
 
 Of better life beyond. 
 
 Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor sin, 
 
 Her promise may gainsay ; 
 The voice divine hath spoke within, 
 
 And God did ne'er betray. 
 
 Paraphrased from Schiller, 
 by Sarah Flower Adams. 
 
 347. 
 
 GREAT God ! we sing that mighty hand 
 By which supported still we stand ; 
 The opening year thy mercy shows ; 
 Thy mercy crowns it till its close. 
 
 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still are we guarded by our God ; 
 By his incessant bounty fed, 
 By his unerring counsel led. 
 
 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
 The future, all to us unknown, 
 We to thy guardian care commit, 
 And peaceful leave before thy feet. 
 
 In scenes exalted or depressed 
 Thou art our joy, and thou our rest ; 
 Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
 Adored through all our changing days. 
 
THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 When death shall interrupt these songs, 
 And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
 Our helper God in whom we trust, 
 In better worlds our souls shall boast. 
 
 Philip Doddridge. 
 
 348. 
 
 WITH the new year the old sure refuge still, 
 Our Father ruling on his throne above ! 
 He guides the nations by his sovereign will, 
 He bears his people on his wings of love, 
 Thy gracious care through all the past we see, 
 The unknown future we can leave with thee. 
 
 With the new year, new hopes for earth and 
 heaven. 
 
 Fair nature's summer beauties shall return, 
 And to us also sunshine shall be given — 
 
 Our Father's children do not always mourn. 
 New gifts of love Hope in the future sees, 
 And far beyond them greater things than these. 
 
 With the new year may the old faith remain. 
 
 Rise, soldiers of the Cross, to fight once more ! 
 Let the old standard be unfurled again, 
 
 In this we conquer now, as oft of yore. 
 Still the old battle cry, the old broad shield, 
 Christ and his host again shall keep the field. 
 
 With the new year renew our hearts, O God : 
 Renew our strength, to run the heavenly way ; 
 
 In the old paths, where all thy saints have trod, 
 O Father, lead us, help us, day by day, 
 
 Through storm or calm, our journey to pursue, 
 
 Till the bright morn when all shall be made new. 
 
 Karl Gevok, iv. H. L. L* 
 
349. 
 
 SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 OGOD ! while generations flee 
 Like leaves before thy face, 
 Through endless ages thou wilt be 
 Thy children's dwelling-place. 
 
 Our sainted fathers, where are they ? 
 
 They slept, they woke in thee, 
 And here in memory's light to-day, 
 
 They walk serene and free. 
 
 O thou who led'st our sires of old, 
 
 Their grateful children lead ; 
 Thy flock in shelter safe enfold, 
 
 In sunny pastures feed ! 
 
 Still guide our footsteps in the way 
 That climb the morning height ; 
 
 Thy law, O God, our cloud by day, 
 Thy love our fire by night. 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
 350. 
 
 BLESS, O Lord, the opening year 
 To the souls assembled here : 
 Clothe thy word with power divine 
 Make us willing to be thine. 
 
 Where thou hast the work begun, 
 Give new strength the race to run ; 
 Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears ; 
 Wipe away the mourner's tears. 
 
 Bless us all, both old and young : 
 Call forth praise from every tongue : 
 Let our whole assembly prove 
 All thy power and all thy love. 
 
 John Newton* 
 
351. 
 
 THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 FATHER, here we dedicate 
 All this year to thee, 
 In whatever worldly state 
 
 Thou wilt have us be : 
 Not from sorrow, pain, or care, 
 
 Freedom dare we claim ; 
 This alone shall be our prayer, 
 ' Glorify thy name.' 
 
 Can a child presume to choose 
 
 Where or how to live ? 
 Can a Father's love refuse 
 
 All the best to give ? 
 More thou givest every day 
 
 Than the best can claim, 
 Nor withholdest aught that may 
 
 Glorify thy name. 
 
 If in mercy thou wilt spare 
 
 Joys we yet partake ; 
 If on life, serene and fair, 
 
 Brighter rays may break ; 
 Thee our hearts, while glad they sing, 
 
 Shall in all proclaim, 
 And whate'er the future brings, 
 
 Glorify thy name. 
 
 If thou callest to the cross, 
 
 And its shadow come, 
 Turning all our gain to loss, 
 
 Shrouding heart and home ; 
 Let us think how thy dear Son 
 
 To his glory came, 
 And in deepest woe pray on, 
 
 ' Glorify thy name.' 
 
 Lawrence Tnttiett. 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 352. 
 
 OTHOU, whose perfect goodness crowns 
 With peace and joy this sacred day, 
 Our hearts are glad for all the years 
 Thy love has kept us in thy way. 
 
 Thy glorious truth has made us free 
 
 From bounds of sect, and bonds of creed ; 
 
 Thy light has shone that we might see 
 Our own in every brother's need. 
 
 For common tasks of help and cheer, 
 For quiet hours of thought and prayer, 
 
 For moments when we seemed to feel 
 The breath of a diviner air ; 
 
 'For mutual love and trust that keep 
 
 Unchanged through all the changing time ; 
 For friends within the veil who thrill 
 Our spirits with a hope sublime : — 
 
 For this and more than words can say, 
 We praise and bless thy holy name. 
 
 Come life or death : enough to know 
 That thou art evermore the same. 
 
 John White Chadwick. 
 
 353. 
 
 WHEN spring unlocks the flowers to paint 
 the laughing soil, 
 When summer's balmy showers refresh the 
 
 mower's toil ; 
 When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and 
 
 the flood, 
 In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his 
 Maker good. 
 
THE CIRCLE OF THE YEAR. 
 
 The birds that wake the morning, and those that 
 
 love the shade ; 
 The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the 
 
 drowsy glade ; 
 The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on 
 
 his way, 
 The moon and stars their Master's name in silent 
 
 pomp display. 
 
 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the 
 
 sky,— 
 Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny? 
 No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons 
 
 cease to be, 
 Thee, Father, must we always love, — Creator, 
 
 honour thee. 
 
 The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of 
 
 summer fade ; 
 The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the 
 
 shade ; 
 The winds be lulled, — the sun and moon forget 
 
 their old decree ; 
 But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling 
 
 to thee ! 
 
 Bishop Reginald Heber.* 
 
 354. 
 
 PRAISE to God, and thanksgiving! 
 Hearts, bow down, and voices, sing ! 
 Praises to the Glorious One, 
 All his year of wonder done ! 
 
 Praise him for his budding green, 
 April's resurrection-scene ; 
 Praise him for his shining hours, 
 Starring all the land with flowers ! 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 Praise him for his summer rain, 
 Feeding, day and night, the grain ; 
 Praise him for his tiny seed, 
 Holding all his world shall need ! 
 
 Praise him for his garden root, 
 Meadow grass and orchard fruit ; 
 Hills and valleys richly stored, — 
 Each the table of the Lord ! 
 
 Praise him now for snowy rest, 
 Falling soft on Nature's breast ; 
 Praise for happy dreams of birth, 
 Brooding in the quiet earth ! 
 
 For his year of wonder done, 
 Praise to the All-Glorious One ! 
 Hearts, bow down, and voices, sing 
 Praise and love and thanksgiving ! 
 
 William Channing Gannett. 
 
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 355. 
 
 GENTLE tumult in the earth, 
 A murmur in the trees, 
 An odour faint, but passing sweet, 
 
 Upon the morning breeze, — 
 The heralds these, whom thou dost send, 
 
 Dear Spring, that we may know 
 How soon the land, from side to side, 
 Shall with thy beauty glow. 
 
 And 'tis by tokens faint as these, 
 
 O Truth, that makest free ! 
 That thou dost give assurance strong 
 
 Of better things to be : 
 Of higher faith, and holier trust ; 
 
 Of love more deep and wide ; 
 Of hope whose anchor shall not break, 
 
 Whatever storms betide ! 
 
SPRING. 
 
 Truth of God, it is not ours 
 Thy Summer to foretell, 
 
 Nor ours to taste the fruit which now 
 
 Doth in the blossom swell ; 
 But we are glad and free of heart, 
 
 That we thy Spring have known : 
 Well speed the days whose sweetest praise 
 
 Is to be called thine own. 
 
 John White Chad wick. 
 
 356. 
 
 "Thou renewest the face of the earth." 
 " Be renewed in the spirit of your mind." 
 
 THE glory of the spring how sweet ! 
 The new-born life how glad ! 
 What joy the happy earth to greet 
 In new bright raiment clad. 
 
 Divine Renewer, thee I bless ; 
 I greet thy going forth : 
 
 1 love thee in the loveliness 
 Of thy renewed earth. 
 
 But O ! these wonders of thy grace, 
 
 These nobler works of thine, 
 These marvels sweeter far to trace, 
 
 These new-births more divine ! 
 
 These sinful souls thou hallowest, 
 
 These hearts thou makest new, 
 These mourning souls by thee made blest, 
 
 These faithless hearts made true : 
 
 This new-born glow of faith so strong, 
 
 This bloom of love so fair ; 
 This new-born ecstacy of song 
 
 And fragrancy of prayer ! 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 Creator Spirit, work in me 
 
 These wonders sweet of thine ! 
 
 Divine Renewer, graciously 
 Renew this heart of mine ! 
 
 Still let new life and strength upspring, 
 
 Still let new joy be given ! 
 And grant the glad new song to ring 
 
 Through the new earth and heaven. 
 
 Thomas Hovnblowev Gill. 
 
 357. 
 
 GREAT Lord of all ! Our Father, God ! 
 Sweet summer's hymn ascends to thee ; 
 Her beauty breathes thy joy abroad, 
 And love's warm tide flows full and free. 
 
 In morn's and evening's twilight glow, 
 Thy tender greeting, Lord, we feel ; 
 
 And midnight heavens, with silent show, 
 Thy watchful patient love reveal. 
 
 Through all the realm of earth and air, 
 Thy great heart pulses day and night ; 
 
 And flower and fountain leap to share 
 The glory of thy kindling light. 
 
 But not in realms dim sense can sound 
 The fountain springs that life imparts ; 
 
 That blessed source alone is found 
 In loving and believing hearts. 
 
 O may thy fount, dear Spirit, dwell 
 
 In us, replenished from above ; 
 And through our mingling bosoms swell 
 
 In sparkling tides of life and love. 
 
 Charles T. Brooks.* 
 
358. 
 
 SUMMER. 
 
 SUMMER suns are glowing 
 Over land and sea, 
 Happy light is flowing, 
 
 Bountiful and free. 
 Everything rejoices 
 
 In the mellow rays, 
 All earth's thousand voices 
 Swell the psalm of praise. 
 
 God's free mercy streameth 
 
 Over all the world, 
 And his banner gleameth 
 
 Everywhere unfurled. 
 Broad and deep and glorious 
 
 As the heaven above, 
 Shines in might victorious 
 
 His eternal love. 
 
 Lord, upon our blindness 
 
 Thy pure radiance pour ; 
 For thy loving-kindness 
 
 Make us love thee more. 
 And when clouds are drifting 
 
 Dark across the sky, 
 Then, the mist uplifting, 
 
 Father, be thou nigh. 
 
 We will never doubt thee, 
 
 Though thou veil thy light ; 
 Life is dark without thee, 
 
 Death with thee is bright. 
 Light of light ! Shine o'er us 
 
 On our pilgrim way, 
 Go thou still before us 
 
 To the endless day. 
 
 Bishop William Walsham How, 
 
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SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 359. 
 
 NOW sing we a song for the harvest : 
 Thanksgiving and honour and praise, 
 For all that the bountiful Giver 
 Hath given to gladden our days ! 
 
 For grasses of upland and lowland, 
 For fruits of the garden and field, 
 
 For gold which the mine and the prairie 
 To delver and husbandman yield ! 
 
 And thanks for the harvest of beauty, — 
 For that which the hands cannot hold ; 
 
 The harvest eyes only can gather, 
 And only our hearts can enfold ! 
 
 We reap it on mountain and moorland ; 
 
 We glean it from meadow and lea ; 
 We garner it in from the cloudland ; 
 
 We bind it in sheaves from the sea. 
 
 But now we sing deeper and higher, — 
 
 Of harvests that eye cannot see ; 
 They ripen on mountains of duty, 
 
 Are reaped by the brave and the free : 
 
 And these have been gathered and garnered, — 
 Some golden with honour and gain, 
 
 And some, as with heart's-blood, are ruddy, — 
 The harvests of sorrow and pain. 
 
 O Thou, who art Lord of the harvest, 
 The Giver who gladdens our days, 
 
 Our hearts are for ever repeating 
 
 Thanksgiving and honour and praise ! 
 
 John White Chadwick.* 
 
AUTUMN.— BAPTISM. 
 
 360. 
 
 OGOD ! in thy autumnal skies 
 Thy dying woodlands glow and flame ; 
 And wheresoe'er we turn our eyes 
 
 All-conquering Life ! we trace thy name. 
 
 Bright emblem of that tranquil faith 
 
 Whose evening beams ' Good morrow ' give, 
 
 Each leaf, transfigured, mutely saith, 
 1 As dying, and, behold ! we live.' 
 
 God of the living, — not the dead ! 
 
 Like autumn leaves we fade and flee ; 
 Yet reigns eternal spring o'erhead, 
 
 Where souls for ever live to thee. 
 
 O help us meekly bravely tread 
 
 The path of righteousness and love, 
 
 Till, joined to all the immortal dead, 
 We walk in cloudless light above. 
 
 Charles T. Brooks * 
 
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 361. 
 
 y O thee, O God in heaven, 
 This little one we bring : 
 Giving to thee what thou hast given, — 
 Our dearest offering. 
 
 Into a world of toil 
 These little feet will roam, 
 Where sin its purity may soil, 
 Where care and grief may come. 
 
 O, then, let thy pure love, 
 With influence serene, 
 Come down, like water, from above, 
 To comfort and make clean ! 
 
 James Freeman Clarke. 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 362. 
 
 ETERNAL Love, whose law doth sway 
 The worlds in ordered course, 
 And works in human hearts its way 
 With sacred force: 
 
 To thee our waiting hearts we lift, 
 
 This solemn joyful hour, 
 And ask thy spirit's perfect gift, 
 For marriage dower. 
 
 Thy hand the sacred links hath wrought 
 
 That bind two souls in one ; 
 Thy highest mysteries thus are taught, 
 Thy heaven begun. 
 
 O hallow with thy presence now 
 
 This sacrament of Love, 
 Breathe in the trembling human vow 
 Strength from above. 
 
 Then howsoe'er the unknown road 
 
 Of outward life may roam, 
 A flame that on thine altar glowed 
 Shall light the home. 
 
 Ella Sophia Avmitage. 
 
 363. 
 
 ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; 
 The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 
 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; 
 Change and decay in all around I see : 
 O thou who changest not, abide with me ! 
 
MARRIAGE : OLD AGE : DEATH. 
 
 Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, 
 And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, 
 Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee ! 
 On to the close, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 I need thy presence every passing hour : 
 What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? 
 Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me ! 
 
 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : 
 Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? 
 I triumph still, if thou abide w T ith me ! 
 
 Come then in light before my closing eyes ! 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ! 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows 
 
 flee: 
 In life and death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 Henry Francis Lyte* 
 
 364. 
 
 WHEN the day of toil is done, 
 When the race of life is run, 
 Father, grant thy wearied one 
 Rest for evermore ! 
 
 When the strife of sin is stilled, 
 When the foe within is killed, 
 Be thy gracious w r ord fulfilled, 
 Peace for evermore ! 
 
 When the darkness melts away 
 At the breaking of the day, 
 Bid us hail the cheering ray ; — 
 Light for evermore ! 
 
SEASONS AND TIMES. 
 
 When the heart by sorrow tried 
 Feels at length its throbs subside, 
 Bring us, where all tears are dried, 
 Joy for evermore ! 
 
 When for vanished days we yearn, 
 Days that never can return, 
 Teach us in thy love to learn 
 Love for evermore ! 
 
 When the breath of life is flown, 
 When the grave must claim its own, 
 Lord of life ! be ours thy crown — 
 Life for evermore ! 
 
 John Ellerton. 
 
 365. 
 
 ORD ! while for all mankind we pray, 
 Of every clime and coast, 
 O hear us for our native land,— 
 The land we love the most. 
 
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 Our fathers' sepulchres are here, 
 And here our kindred dwell : 
 
 Our children too ; — how should we love 
 Another land so well ? 
 
 O guard our shores from every foe, 
 With peace our borders bless ; 
 
 With prosperous times our cities crown, 
 Our fields with plenteousness. 
 
 Unite us in the sacred love 
 
 Of knowledge, truth, and thee ; 
 
 And let our hills and valleys shout 
 The songs of liberty. 
 
366. 
 
 OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 Here may religion pure and mild 
 
 Upon our sabbaths smile ; 
 And piety and virtue reign, 
 
 And bless our native isle. 
 
 Lord of the nations ! thus to thee 
 
 Our country we commend ; 
 Be thou her refuge and her trust, 
 
 Her everlasting friend ! 
 
 John Reynell Wreford. 
 
 O BEAUTIFUL, our country, 
 Be thine a nobler care, 
 Than all the wealth of commerce, 
 
 Thy harvests waving fair ; 
 Be it thy pride to foster 
 
 The manhood of the poor ; 
 
 Be thou to those in bondage 
 
 Fair Freedom's open door. 
 
 For thee our fathers suffered, 
 
 For thee they toiled and prayed, 
 Upon thy holy altar 
 
 Their willing lives they laid. 
 Thou hast no common birthright, 
 
 Grand memories on thee shine, 
 The blood of famous nations, 
 
 Commingled, flows in thine. 
 
 O beautiful, our country, 
 
 Round thee in love we draw, 
 Thine be the grace of Freedom, 
 
 The majesty of Law ; 
 Be Righteousness thy sceptre, 
 
 Justice thy diadem, 
 And on thy shining forehead 
 
 Be Peace the crowning gem. 
 
 Frederick L. Hosmer. 
 
THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 367. 
 
 AND now the wants are told, that brought 
 Thy children to thy knee ; 
 Here lingering still, we ask for nought, 
 But simply worship thee. 
 
 The hope of heaven's eternal days 
 
 Absorbs not all the heart 
 That gives thee glory, love, and praise 
 
 For being what thou art. 
 
 For thou art God, the One, the same, 
 O'er all things high and bright ; 
 
 And round us when we speak thy name, 
 There spreads a heaven of light. 
 
 O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell 
 
 On excellence divine ; 
 To know that nought in man can tell 
 
 How fair thy beauties shine. 
 
 O Thou above all blessing blest, 
 
 O'er thanks exalted far, 
 Thy very greatness is a rest 
 
 To weaklings as we are : 
 
 For when we feel the praise of thee 
 
 A task beyond our powers, 
 We say — ' A perfect God is he 
 
 And he is fully ours.' 
 
 William Bright. 
 
 368. 
 
 LORD ! dismiss us with thy blessing ; 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 Still in holiness increase : 
 
 O sustain us, 
 Till the day of conflict cease ! 
 
369. 
 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 John Fawcett.* 
 
 NOW lift we to our God on high 
 A parting hymn of grateful praise : 
 Thou, Father, dost to us draw nigh 
 If but our hearts to thee we raise. 
 We feel thy presence now 
 As lowly at thy throne 
 With hosts of heaven we bow, 
 And join with all who own 
 That thou alone art God most high. 
 
 Our fathers oft to us have told 
 The works which thou hast wrought of yore, 
 The noble works which then were old, 
 Oft done by thee in times before. 
 
 Thou, Lord, art still the same, 
 
 Thy mercies all may share ; 
 
 We'll trust in thy great name 
 
 And in thy ancient care 
 Of which our fathers oft have told. 
 
 The prophet-saints inspired by thee 
 Have made our future clear and bright, 
 And marked in time's dark mystery 
 Our pathway by a track of light. 
 
 O grant us help and strength 
 
 This upward path to tread, 
 
 That we may reach at length 
 
 The goal with Christ our head, 
 Through prophet-saints inspired by thee. 
 
 Thomas Sadler. 
 
THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 370. 
 
 OGOD ! by whom the seed is given, 
 By whom the harvest blest ; 
 Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, 
 Is planted in our breast ; 
 
 Preserve it from the passing feet, 
 
 And plunderers of the air, 
 The sultry sun's intenser heat, 
 
 And weeds of worldly care. 
 
 Though buried deep or thinly strewn, 
 
 Do thou thy grace supply : 
 The hope in earthly furrows sown 
 
 Shall ripen in the sky. 
 
 Bishop Reginald Heber. 
 
 371. 
 
 THE Lord be with us as we bend 
 His blessing to receive ; 
 His gift of peace upon us send, 
 Before his courts we leave. 
 
 The Lord be with us as we walk 
 
 Along our homeward road ; 
 In silent thought or friendly talk 
 
 Our hearts be still with God. 
 
 The Lord be with us till the night 
 
 Shall close the day of rest ; 
 Be he of every heart the light, 
 
 Of every home the guest. 
 
 And when our nightly prayers we say, 
 
 His watch he still shall keep, 
 Crown with his peace his own blest day, 
 
 And guard his people's sleep. 
 
 John Ellerton. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 372. 
 
 FATHER supreme ! thou high and holy One, 
 To thee we bow ; 
 Now, when the service of the day is done, 
 Devoutly, now. 
 
 From age to age unchanging, still the same 
 
 All-good thou art ; 
 Hallowed for ever be thy holy name 
 
 In every heart. 
 
 When the glad morn upon the hills was spread, 
 
 Thy smile was there ; 
 Now, as the darkness gathers overhead, 
 
 We feel thy care. 
 
 Night spreads her shade upon another day 
 
 Forever past ; 
 So o'er our faults, thy love, w r e humbly pray, 
 
 A veil may cast. 
 
 Silence and calm, o'er hearts by earth distrest, 
 
 Now sweetly steal ; 
 So every fear that struggles in the heart 
 
 Shall faith conceal. 
 
 Thou, through the dark, w T ilt watch above our sleep 
 
 With eye of love ; 
 And thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap 
 
 The hills above. 
 
 O may each heart its gratitude express 
 
 As life expands, 
 And find the triumph of its happiness 
 
 In thy commands. 
 
 Hymns of the Spirit.* 
 
THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 373. 
 
 THE day is past and over ; 
 All thanks, O Lord, to Thee : 
 I pray thee now that peaceful 
 The hours of dark may be : 
 O Father, keep me in thy sight, 
 And guard me through the coming night. 
 
 The joys of day are over ; 
 I lift my heart to thee, 
 And ask thee that offenceless 
 The hours of dark may be : 
 O Father, make their darkness light, 
 And guard me through the coming night. 
 
 The toils of day are over ; 
 
 I raise the hymn to thee, 
 And ask that free from peril 
 The hours of dark may be. 
 O Father, keep me in thy sight, 
 And guard me through the coming night. 
 
 Be thou my soul's Preserver, 
 For thou alone dost know 
 How many are the trials 
 
 Through which I have to go : 
 O loving Father, hear my call, 
 And guard and save me from them all. 
 
 Anatolius, tr. John Mason Neale. 
 
 374. 
 
 GLORY to thee, my God ! this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ! 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings ! 
 Beneath thine own almighty wings. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 The moments that to waste have run, 
 The ills that I this day have done, 
 Forgive, that with the world and thee 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 O may my soul on thee repose, 9 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
 Sleep that may me more vigorous make 
 To serve my God when I awake ! 
 
 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 With joy behold the endless day. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow : 
 Praise him, all creatures here below! 
 Praise him, ye heavenly host above ! 
 Praise him, my soul ! for all his love. 
 
 Bishop Thomas Ken, 
 
 375. 
 
 THE night is come, wherein at last we rest ; 
 God orders this and all things for the best ! 
 Beneath his blessing fearless we may lie, 
 Since he is nigh. 
 
 Let holy prayers and thoughts our latest be, 
 Let us awake with joy, still close to thee ; 
 In all serve thee ; in every deed and thought 
 Thy praise be sought. 
 
 Give to the sick, as thy beloved, sleep ; 
 And help the captive, comfort those who weep ; 
 Care for the widows' and the orphans' woe ; 
 Keep far our foe. 
 
THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 For we have none on whom for help to call 
 Save thee, O God, in heaven, who car'st for all, 
 And wilt forsake them never, day or night, 
 Who love thee right. 
 
 Father, thy name be praised, thy kingdom come ; 
 Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home ; 
 Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver 
 Us now and ever ! Amen. 
 
 Petrus Herbert, tv. C. Winkworth.* 
 
 376. 
 
 J r I ^IS gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
 
 J- Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
 Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
 The last faint pulse of quivering light. 
 
 Sun of my soul, for ever near ! 
 It is not night, if thou be here : 
 O may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 
 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without thee I cannot live : 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without thee I dare not die. 
 
 If some poor wandering child of thine 
 Have spurned to-day the voice divine, 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
 Let him no more lie down in sin. 
 
 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 
 With blessings from thy boundless store ; 
 Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
 Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere through the world our way we take, 
 Till in the ocean of thy love 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 
 John Keble* 
 
 377. 
 
 GOD that madest earth and heaven, 
 Darkness and light ; 
 Who the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night ; 
 May thine Angel-guard defend us, 
 Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
 This livelong night. 
 
 Bishop Reginald Heber. 
 
 When we in the morn awaken, 
 
 Guide us thy way, 
 Keep our love and truth unshaken 
 
 In work and play ; 
 In our daily task be near us, 
 In temptation keep and hear us, 
 And with holy counsel cheer us, 
 
 The livelong day. 
 
 Stopfovd A . Brooke. 
 
 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 
 
 And, when we die, 
 May we in thy mighty keeping 
 
 All peaceful lie : 
 Thou wilt not in death forsake us, 
 But to fuller life shalt wake us, 
 And to nobler service take us 
 
 With thee on high. 
 
 Archbishop Whately (alt.). 
 
THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 378. 
 
 LORD, as the light of morning broke 
 O'er island, continent, and deep, 
 Thy far-spread family awoke 
 
 Sabbath all round the world to keep. 
 
 From east to west the sun surveyed, 
 From north to south adoring throngs : 
 
 And still where evening stretched her shade, 
 The stars came out to hear their songs. 
 
 And not a prayer, nor secret sigh, 
 
 Hath failed this day thine ear to gain : 
 
 To those in trouble thou wert nigh, 
 Nor have they sought thy face in vain. 
 
 The poor received thy heavenly bread, 
 The homeless found in thee abode, 
 
 The mourners have been comforted, 
 The pure in heart have seen their God. 
 
 Now, as we part, our prayer be one, 
 In which both heaven and earth agree ; 
 
 Here may thy perfect will be done, 
 That we may find our rest in thee. 
 
 James Montgomery, 
 alt, Andrew Chalmers.* 
 
 r 
 
 379. 
 
 V HE day of prayer is ending, 
 Our feet must homeward go ; 
 The shades of night ascending 
 Creep o'er the world below ; 
 But still the mountain-summits fair 
 Glow with the light of praise and prayer. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 Here in green pastures guiding, 
 Thou, Lord, didst lead thy flock ; 
 
 Here from life's noonday hiding, 
 We found the cooling rock ; 
 
 But now we leave the hills of praise 
 
 To tread again earth's common ways. 
 
 To life's rough path returning, 
 
 And duty's narrow sphere, 
 Still in our hearts keep burning 
 
 The vision witnessed here ; 
 Still may thy spell of peace and power 
 Breathe strength for every toilsome hour. 
 
 Ella Sophia Armitage.* 
 
 380. 
 
 THOU true life of all that live, 
 Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway, 
 Who dost the morn and evening give, 
 And through its changes guide the day ! 
 
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 Thy light upon our evening pour ; 
 So may our souls no sunset see, 
 But death to us an open door 
 To an eternal morning be. 
 
 Roman Breviary, tr. Edward CaswalL* 
 
 U 2 
 
NOTES. 
 
 1. The original text of this hymn may be seen in 
 Julian's Dictionary of Hymnology, 1892, p. 44, reproduced from 
 the only known copy of Daye's Psalter, 1 560-1, in which it 
 first appeared. 
 
 2. Stanzas 1, 2, 4, 5, 12, and 14, of ' A Psalm of Praise.' 
 In verses 1 and 4 I have followed the slight changes of Dr. 
 Sadler's version in Additional Hymns, 1876. 
 
 3. From Devotions in the Antient Way of Offices, 1668, ap- 
 pointed for Sunday at Matins. Three stanzas are omitted. 
 
 4. Condensed from the longer poem in five stanzas, 
 prefixed to Wither's Hallelujah, or Britain's Second Remem- 
 brancer, 1 64 1. 
 
 6. The second verse is omitted, and its last line attached 
 to the opening and closing verses, in place of 
 
 ' God in three Persons, blessed Trinity.' 
 
 8. The last verse is omitted. 
 
 9. One verse is omitted. 
 
 11. Abbreviated as in Hymns for the Christian Church and 
 Home from six stanzas of six lines each. 
 
 12. A cento from Mr. Chatneld's version in Songs and 
 Hymns of the Earliest Greek Christian Poets, 1876. 
 
 13. The original has ten stanzas. 
 
 14. Altered from verses 2, 4, 5, of Miss Winkworth's 
 translation, 'True mirror of the Godhead, perfect light,' 
 representing verses 2, 7, 8, of the original. 
 
 15. The original is in fourteen verses. The text given 
 (save in the last two lines of the doxology) is that of 1697, as 
 emended in 1712. 
 
 16. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 19. Founded on Tate and Brady's paraphrase of Ps. cviii. 
 The original begins 
 
 ' O God my heart is fully bent 
 
 To magnify thy name ; 
 And of my cheerful songs thy praise 
 Shall be the glorious theme.' 
 
11. NOTES. 
 
 20. The last verse but one has been omitted : 
 
 1 1 will not hide from them, 
 When thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath ; 
 
 But bow with leafy stem, 
 And strengthened follow on thy chosen path.' 
 
 21. Selected from the Morning poem ' Hues of the rich 
 unfolding morn,' in sixteen verses. 
 
 22, Selected from nine stanzas. 
 
 24. Four verses have been omitted. 
 
 25. Text as in Amenophis and other Poems, 1892. In verse 4 
 the reading in Hymns, 1870, has been retained. 
 
 31. The last stanza in the original runs thus : 
 
 ' We would pray as those who stand 
 
 Their truest friend beside, 
 Whom he takes as by the hand 
 
 Unto their God to guide : 
 By his power and for his sake 
 Fully us thy children make.' 
 
 32. Three verses have been omitted. 
 34. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 39. Written for the opening of the Independent Congre- 
 gational Church in Baston Square, Salem, Mass., Dec. 7, 
 1824. One verse has been omitted* 
 
 40. Arranged from Mrs. Barbauld's Address to the Deity, 
 1773- 
 
 41. From the Olney Hymns. The original contains six 
 verses,* and is addressed to Jesus. 
 
 42. In Dr. Palmer's version the first line begins ' Come 
 Holy' Ghost.' The last verse has been omitted. 
 
 43. See Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. This 
 hymn is derived from the 'The Love Feast,' (cp. 106 and 
 311 below), first published in the Hymns and Sacred Poems of 
 John and Charles Wesley, 1739, cp. Charles Wesley's Hymns 
 and Sacred Poems, 1749. 
 
 44. The last verse has been omitted. 
 
 45. Originally in six verses. The text is here taken from 
 Hymns of the Christian Church and Home. 
 
 47. The last stanza has been omitted. 
 49. Derived from the hymn « Father of all ! whose power- 
 ful voice.' 
 
 56. Written for the dedication of the First Unitarian 
 Church, Omaha, Nebraska, Nov. 15, 1891. 
 
 57. Six verses have been omitted. 
 
NOTES. 111. 
 
 59. The original contains thirteen verses. 
 
 62. Nos. 36 (last two lines from No. 33), 49, and 138, of 
 
 Divine Ejaculations, 165 1. 
 
 64. The concluding verses of a hymn beginning ' O Thou 
 whom earth and stars proclaim,' first published in Blackwood's 
 Magazine, xlvii. p. 84. 
 
 65. Three verses have been omitted. The original begins 
 
 ' 'Tis not because I feel my need.' 
 
 68. From the Paraphrase of Ps. cxxxvi. 
 
 70. The doxology has been omitted. 
 
 71. The first stanza and the refrain of each following 
 verse are derived from a hymn by Charles Wesley. 
 
 73. This hymn first appeared in a four-page sheet, en- 
 titled Hymns of Praise, For Foundling Apprentices Attending 
 Divine Service to return Thanhs, pasted at the end of some 
 copies of the Psalms, Hymns and Anthems of the Foundling 
 Hospital, in two editions, 1796, and 1801. But at what date 
 the sheet was printed or inserted, is unknown (Julian's Diet.). 
 
 76. Originally composed in eight stanzas of eight lines. 
 
 78. Selected from twelve verses. 
 
 81. The original begins ' Beyond, beyond.' The text here 
 printed is that of Hymns of the Christian Church and Home. 
 One stanza has been omitted, and the second slightly altered. 
 
 82. As approved by the author for the Book of Hymns, 1846. 
 
 83. From A Heretic and Other Poems. One stanza has been 
 omitted. 
 
 85. The original contains six verses, and was designed for 
 New Year's Day. It has been adapted for Christmas by the 
 insertion of the third verse. 
 
 87. From Montgomery's rendering of Psalm lxxii., ' Hail 
 to the Lord's Anointed,' as in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. 
 
 91. This hymn, in six stanzas, was first published in 
 Macmillan's Magazine, December, 1872. 
 
 92. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. The 
 last two verses have been slightly altered from the original. 
 
 95. First published in Sunday Afternoon, U.S.A., March, 
 1879. 
 
 97. Adapted with slight alteration, from 'Jesu, shall I 
 never be,' in thirteen verses. The first verse is derived from 
 Hymns of the Christian Church and Home. The refrain in each 
 succeeding verse of the original is constructed on the type 
 ' Jesu's is a quiet mind.' Dr. Martineau attributes the hymn 
 to Charles Wesley, though, in the opinion of the Wesleyan 
 
IV. NOTES. 
 
 editors of the Collection of 1876, the authorship cannot be 
 fixed with certainty between the brothers. 
 
 98. From a sonnet written in 1846. The two last lines 
 have been omitted. The opening words of verse 2 ran ' Thee 
 would I sing.' 
 
 101. Selected from " Our Master.' 
 
 102. First published in Christian Hymns, otherwise known 
 as the Cheshire Collection, U.S.A., 1845. Some verses of 
 Wesley's have been sometimes attached to it. 
 
 103. The original appeared, with seven stanzas, in Mac- 
 millan's Magazine, November, 1874. 
 
 106. See Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. The 
 first two lines are from a hymn by Charles Wesley. Verses 
 2 and 4 are drawn from ' Come and let us sweetly join' (The 
 Love Feast), and verse 5 from ' Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 hear.' See 43. 
 
 107. Verses 1, 3, and 4, are, with slight changes, from 
 ' The Cypress-Tree of Ceylon.' 
 
 113. First published, in six stanzas, in Macmillan's Maga- 
 zine, June, 1862, beginning ' He is gone, beyond the skies,' 
 and afterwards revised. In the last line of the last verse the 
 pronoun ' He ' has been replaced by ' God.' 
 
 114. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 115. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 116. Originally known as ' Welcome, welcome, ye who 
 came,' in seven verses, see Dr. J. R. Beard's Hymns, 1837. 
 
 118. Four verses have been omitted. 
 
 119. From the ' Word of God.' Two verses have been 
 omitted. The last originally began ' Sweet girl.' 
 
 121. Selected from 'The Shadow of the Light.' For 
 musical purposes the last line of each verse has been con- 
 densed from ten syllables to eight. 
 
 124. Two stanzas have been omitted. 
 
 125. Selected from the Paraphrase of Psalm xc. in seven- 
 teen verses. Some slight alterations have been made since 
 the first edition. The text chiefly followed is that of Hymns 
 for the Christian Church and Home. 
 
 126. Three verses have been omitted. 
 
 127. Verses 5, 6, and 8, of ' Behold you new-born infant 
 grieved,' in Poems on Sacred Subjects, Oxford, 1763. The last 
 verse has been slightly altered. 
 
 128. This hymn has had a long history, since its first 
 composition in 1737. The chief alterations were introduced 
 
NOTES. V. 
 
 in 1781 by J. Logan. The original began ' O God of Bethel,' 
 which was changed to ' O God of ages ' in Hymns for the 
 Christian Church and Home. 
 
 129. Selected from eight verses. 
 
 130. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 131. The last verse has been omitted. 
 
 133. Arranged from six verses of four lines each. 
 
 135. Selected from thirteen verses. 
 
 137. Selected from a ' Hymn of Love,' in twelve verses. 
 
 138. The original contains ten verses. 
 
 139. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 141. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 142. The last verse has been omitted. 
 
 143. Selected from ten verses. 
 
 144. Selected from eleven stanzas of eight lines each. 
 
 145. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 146. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 148. Three verses have been omitted. 
 
 150. Paraphrase of Ps. cxxi. Two verses have been 
 omitted. The text here printed is that of Hymns for the 
 Christian Church and Home, which contains some slight altera- 
 tions of the original. 
 
 152. Stanzas 4 to 8 of ' Whence do our mournful thoughts 
 arise ? ' originally published in five verses by Isaac Watts, 
 1707 ; altered in the Scottish Translations and Paraphrases, 
 1745 ; and further amended by W. Cameron in 1781 (Julian). 
 
 153. Paraphrase of Ps. xxxvi. One verse has been 
 omitted, and a few small changes made. See Hymns for 
 the Christian Church and Home. 
 
 154. The first two and the last verses of the ' Hymn of 
 the Waldenses.' 
 
 155. The German is in eight stanzas, of which the trans- 
 lation reproduces five. In H. L. L. verse 1, line 4, runs 'As 
 once from Horeb's fiery mount it came ' : verse 2, line 6, 
 begins 'In union and communion.' 
 
 156. Selected from * Souls of men why will ye scatter,' in 
 thirteen verses. 
 
 157 and 158. These are parts of the same hymn. The 
 text here adopted is that of Sir Roundell Palmer's Book of 
 Praise, 1862. The original begins ' Befiehl du deine Wege.' 
 
VI. NOTES. 
 
 161. Adapted from 'The Covenant and Confidence of 
 Faith,' in the Poetical Fragments, 1681. In the original, verse 
 1 begins 'Now it belongs not.' Verses 3 and 5 have been 
 slightly altered. 
 
 165. Verses 4 — 7 of ' Lord, now the time returns.' 
 
 167. The original contains eight stanzas. 
 
 168. The last seven verses of ' My Psalm.' 
 
 170. Selected from • A Song of Trust.' The order of the 
 verses has been re-arranged. 
 
 174. See Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. The 
 last line of verse 1 originally ran ' I pass my years of banish- 
 ment.' The poem contains four more verses. 
 
 175. The last verse has been omitted. 
 
 176. Selected from fourteen stanzas. 
 
 180. The first line originally ran ' 'Tis seldom we can 
 trace the way.' 
 
 181. Altered from 'Jesu, Lover of my soul.' See Hymns 
 for the Christian Church and Home. The Editors of the Wes- 
 leyan Collection cannot determine its authorship between the 
 brothers. Dr. Martineau ascribes it to Charles Wesley. 
 
 182. In verse 1, line 3, the original reading is ' Then, my 
 Redeemer.' In verse 5, line 4, 'child' has been substituted 
 for ' worm.' 
 
 184. From Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. 
 Founded on an altered rendering of the original, beginning 
 'How blest am I, most gracious Saviour,' in the Moravian 
 Hymn Book, 1789. 
 
 189. Selected from fourteen verses. 
 
 190. Founded on Tersteegen's ' Kommt Kinder ! lasst uns 
 gehen,' in nineteen stanzas of eight lines each. From the Hymn 
 Book for the Church and the Home, Boston, 1877. 
 
 192. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. In 
 verse i, line 3, the original reads 'Saviour's' for 'Maker's.' 
 Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 196. From the Inner Life, xxii. and xxiii. 
 
 197. Three verses have been omitted. 
 
 200. The opening verse, ' With sin I would not make 
 abode,' has been replaced by the sixth. One other verse has 
 been omitted. 
 
 201. See Mrs. Lucy Wilson's Memoirs of John Frederic 
 Oberlin, London, 1829, p. 254, with the article in Julian's 
 Dictionary, p. 1537. 
 
NOTES. Vll. 
 
 202. Addressed originally to Jesus (verse 3), the first line 
 being ' O Thou who earnest from above.' See Hymns for the 
 Christian Church and Home. 
 
 203. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 205. Adapted from 'Jesus, my strength, my hope,' in six 
 verses of eight lines each. Compare Hymns for the Christian 
 Church and Home. Dr. Martineau ascribes it to Charles 
 Wesley, but the Wesleyan Editors are doubtful. 
 
 208. Selected from ' The Narrow Way,' in ten verses. 
 
 209. Two stanzas have been omitted. 
 
 210. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 211. Four verses have been omitted. 
 
 213. This hymn appears to have been suggested by some 
 lines of Goethe, but it is not a translation. The author is 
 unknown. It appears in the Third Series of Hymns of the 
 Ages, Boston, U.S.A., 1865. 
 
 214. Herbert's hymn, published in the Temple, 1633, and 
 called 'The Elixir,' was altered by Wesley in his Collection of 
 Psalms and Hymns, 1738. Two verses are here omitted. 
 
 216. Three stanzas have been omitted. 
 
 219. A cento from ' Andrew Rykman's Prayer.' 
 
 221. From a Dublin leaflet, i860 (Julian). The first verse 
 beginning 'Teach me to live, 'tis easier far to die,' has been 
 omitted. Cp. Poetical Remains of Ellen Elizabeth Bicrman, 
 with a brief Memoir by the Rev. W. Bruce, M.A., 1862. 
 
 223. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 224. Two concluding verses are omitted. 
 
 225. Originally written (in 1875) for the opening of a 
 Sunday School. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 226. Selected from the poem addressed ' To the Re- 
 formers of England.' 
 
 227. Condensed from nine stanzas of six lines each. 
 
 230. Selected from 'The Right must win' in nineteen 
 verses. 
 
 231. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 232. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 233. The original, in eight stanzas, will be found in the Life 
 of Dean A If ord, 1873. The text here has been adopted from 
 the third edition of the Berwick Hymnal. 
 
 234. Written for the author's graduation at the Divinity 
 School, Cambridge, U.S.A., 1864. 
 
Vlll. NOTES. 
 
 235. From The Inner Life, xxxvi. In verses 4 and 5 the 
 
 name ' Father ' replaces ' Master,' cp. Matt. v. 16. 
 
 236. Written for the Visitation Day of the Cambridge 
 Divinity School, U.S.A., 1873. 
 
 237. The third verse has been altered. 
 
 238. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 240. The last six verses of the Ordination hymn, ' 'Twas 
 silence in thy temple, Lord.' The first line is addressed in 
 the original ' Spirit of Christ.' 
 
 241. Adapted for this collection by the author. 
 
 242. The fifth verse has been inserted from the hymn 
 'Soldier of the Cross, arise.' In verse 1 'Saviour' stands 
 in the original for • Master ' ; and in verse 2, line 4, ' his ' for 
 'God's.' 
 
 243. Written in 1846 for the author's graduation at the 
 Divinity School, Cambridge, U.S.A. 
 
 246. Used at the author's installation as minister of the 
 Second Unitarian Church, Brooklyn, New York, 1853, Dut 
 perhaps written earlier. The last verse was added by him 
 when the hymn was subsequently re-written for general use. 
 
 248. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 249. Written for the ordination of Mrs. Celia Burleigh, 
 and now adapted by Mr. Chadwick. 
 
 251. Selected from fifteen verses, beginning ' I thank thee, 
 Lord, for using me.' Verse 5 is addressed 'Help us, O 
 Christ.' 
 
 253. The last six verses of 'Eternal Youth,' beginning 
 •Ah, tremblers fainting and forlorn.' 
 
 254. One stanza has been omitted. 
 
 255. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 256. From the hymn ' Father, to thy sinful child.' 
 
 258. Selected from eight verses, as in Hymns for the 
 Christian Church and Home, where it is ascribed to Charles 
 Wesley. The original, about the specific authorship of 
 which the Wesleyan Editors express uncertainty, begins 
 •Lord, I believe.' Verse 3, line 3, reads ' Now, Saviour.' 
 
 260. The original contains six verses ; the first runs 
 ' Bear thou my burden, Thou who bear'st my sin, 
 Both are too heavy, Lord, for me to bear, 
 O take them, call them thine ; yes, thine, though mine ; 
 And give me calm repose in hours of fear and care.' 
 For musical purposes the last line of each verse has been 
 reduced to ten syllables. 
 
NOTES. IX. 
 
 261. The last stanza has been omitted. 
 
 262. Selected from nine verses. 
 
 264. Selected from twenty verses, beginning ' Come, King 
 of Glory, come and bring.' The emendations in the text have 
 been communicated by the kindness of the Translator. 
 
 265. The first line in the original begins 'I dared not 
 hope.' A similar change has been made at the opening of 
 stanza 2. 
 
 267. In order to arrange the poem in double verses for 
 musical reasons, four lines have been added to the first 
 stanza, by Dr. Smith's permission, from his hymn 'Jesus 
 unto whom we pray.' 
 
 268. Selected from nine verses. 
 
 271. Selected from eight verses. 
 
 272. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 273. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. Se- 
 lected with slight adaptation from the original rendering in 
 eight stanzas. 
 
 274. As in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. Adapted from 
 the poem 'Quiet from God, it cometh not to still, ' in the 
 Liverpool Sacred Offering, 1834. 
 
 276. The original rendering begins ' O holy Spirit,' and 
 contains eight verses. 
 
 277. As in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. The original be- 
 gins ' Eternal beam.' Two verses have been omitted. The 
 Wesleyan editors do not fix the authorship. 
 
 278. ' Begging,' at the close of Silex Scintillans, 1650. 
 
 279. A few slight changes have been made. In verse 1, 
 line 6, the original has 'Saviour.' In verse 2, line 6, the 
 alteration of Hymns of Praise and Prayer has been adopted for 
 'speak my Lord's sincerity.' The last line of the last verse 
 has been substituted for ' Give to him who gave me thee.' 
 
 280. The first verse, beginning ' O Holy Ghost who down 
 dost come,' has been omitted. 
 
 281. One stanza has been omitted. Verses 1 and 4 are 
 addressed in the original ' My Saviour.' 
 
 282. The refrain of each verse in the original begins 
 ' Holy Jesu.' 
 
 285. Three verses have been omitted, and some slight 
 changes made. 
 
 286. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 287. From Unity Hymns and Chorals, Chicago, 1886. 
 
X. NOTES. 
 
 288. Adapted from *A Prayer, ' beginning 'I ask not 
 wealth, but power to take.' 
 
 290. Two verses have been omitted. The last verse is 
 addressed to the Father, where the original reads Jesus. 
 
 292. Selected from eight verses of four lines each. 
 
 295. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. 
 Sometimes given as ' Talk with us.' The last verse has been 
 omitted. The Wesleyan Editors do not determine the 
 authorship. 
 
 296. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. 
 Adapted from the hymn ' So new-born babes desire the 
 breast.' 
 
 297. In the last line of verse i the original reads ' With 
 full unveiled truth.' 
 
 299. As in Church Hymns. Adapted from ' Long have I 
 sought for happiness ' in thirteen verses. See Psalms, Hymns 
 and Spiritual Songs, 1745. 
 
 300. As in Christian Hymns, 1891, edited by the Rev. 
 Stopford A. Brooke. The Wesleyan Editors do not deter- 
 mine the authorship. The original contains eight verses. 
 
 301. Selected from fourteen verses. 
 
 302. 'Supreme motor cardium.' The last verse has been 
 omitted. 
 
 303. See Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. The 
 original has four stanzas of eight lines each. 
 
 305. Selected from twelve verses of four lines each. 
 
 308. Addressed in the last verse, line 3, ' Saviour.' 
 
 309. From the latter part of ' The Brewing of Soma.' 
 
 311. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. 
 Adapted with slight alteration from ■ Jesus, Lord, we look to 
 thee,' the last verse being omitted. 
 
 314. Two verses have been omitted. 
 
 318. As in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. Two verses of the 
 original have been omitted. Verse 4, line 3, runs ' The name 
 of Jesus glorify.' 
 
 319. Selected from a poem in nine verses, ' The Future is 
 better than the Past,' contributed anonymously to The Biol 
 (Boston, U.S.A.), July, 1841. Often attributed, but mis- 
 takenly, to Emerson. 
 
 320. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 321. As in Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. 
 Arranged from 'The Communion of Saints,' the authorship 
 of which, however, the Wesleyan Editors do not decide. 
 
NOTES. XI. 
 
 324. The concluding verses of ' The Arsenal at Spring- 
 field.' 
 
 325. Adapted from ' My Triumph,' beginning with verse 3. 
 
 326. A cento from Psalms lxxxii., lxxxv., and lxxxvi. 
 
 331. A cento of verses widely scattered, from ' the Chapel 
 f the Hermits,' first arranged for the Hymns of the Spirit. 
 
 333. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 336. Selected from seven verses: the refrain 'Angels of 
 Jesus ' has been omitted. 
 
 337 and 338. These are from the same hymn which 
 contains twenty-two verses. 
 
 339. The first verse of this hymn which replaces Wesley's 
 ' Come let us join our friends above,' is founded on Watts's 
 ' The saints on earth and all the dead,' and seems to have 
 been first placed in this position by Cotterill in 1815 (Julian). 
 Some other slight changes have been adopted from previous 
 editors. In the last two lines of the concluding verse 
 Wesley's bold figure has been restored. Compare ' I hope 
 to meet my Pilot face to face.' 
 
 340. Three verses have been omitted. 
 
 342. From ' The Eternal Goodness.' 
 
 345. Selected from 'Across the River' in nine stanzas, 
 Poems, Boston, U.S.A., 1869. 
 
 348. Two stanzas have been omitted. In the last verse 
 1 Father ' has been substituted for ' Saviour ' to harmonise 
 with verses 1 and 2. 
 
 350. Verses 2, 6, and 7, of ' Now may fervent prayer arise.' 
 
 353. In verse 3 ' Father ' and ' Creator ' replace ' Master ' 
 and ' Saviour.' 
 
 357. Written for a Boston Festival in 1871 : the last two 
 verses have been omitted. 
 
 359. Adapted by W. C. Gannett from 'A Song for the 
 Harvest,' in sixteen verses. 
 
 360. From 'The Memory of Channing,' written in 1867 
 on the twenty-fifth anniversary of his death. 
 
 363. As in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. Two verses of the 
 original have been omitted, and the last verse begins ' Hold 
 then thy cross.' 
 
 368. On the authorship of this hymn see Julian's Dic- 
 tionary, p. 687. 
 
 372. This hymn has been adapted for the close of 
 worship by a slight change in verse 1, line 3, which runs in 
 the original ' Now when the burden of the day is gone.' 
 
Xll. NOTES. 
 
 374. As in Hymns of Praise and Prayer. The original has 
 twelve verses. It is unnecessary to specify the changes in a 
 hymn so well known. 
 
 375. The second verse has been omitted : 
 
 ' Drive evil thoughts and spirits far away ; 
 Master, watch o'er us till the dawning day, 
 Body and soul alike from harm defend, 
 Thine angels send ! ' 
 
 376. Selected from fourteen verses. 
 
 378. Derived from 'Millions within thy courts have met,' 
 the opening verses being dropped. 
 
 379. One verse has been omitted. 
 
 380. One verse has been omitted. 
 
INDEX of AUTHORS and TRANSLATORS. 
 
 Dates of Birth and Death, where known, are given in brackets, 
 followed by the numbers of the Hymns by each writer. 
 
 After the number of a Hymn, tr. = translated, pt. = part, alt. = 
 altered. 
 
 Adams, Sarah (1805 — 1848). 310, 346. 
 
 Daughter of Benjamin Flower, editor of the Cambridge 
 Intelligencer. Wife of William B. Adams, civil engineer. 
 1841 published Vivia Pevpetua, a dramatic poem, and 
 contributed thirteen hymns to W. J. Fox's Hymns and 
 Anthems, used in South Place Chapel, Finsbury. 
 
 Addison, Joseph (1672 — 1719). 72, 132, 135, 138. 
 
 Educated at Charterhouse and Magdalen College, Oxford. 
 His hymns first appeared in the Spectator, 1712. 
 
 Alford, Henry (1810 — 1871). 233. 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. From 1857 
 Dean of Canterbury. 
 
 Anatolius (not earlier than the 7th century). 373. 
 Greek hymn-writer. 
 
 Anonymous. 35, 46, 73, 207, 213, 287, 304, 349, 372. 
 
 Anstice, Joseph (1808 — 1836). 169. 
 
 Educated at Westminster and Christ Church, Oxford. 
 Professor of Classical Literature at King's College, 
 London. 
 
 Appleton, F. P. 50. 
 
 Sometime Unitarian minister at South Danvers, U.S. 
 Contributed this hymn anonymously to the Book of 
 Hymns edited by Longfellow and Johnson, Boston, 1846. 
 
 Armitage, Ella Sophia (b. 1841). 225, 229, 362, 379. 
 
 Daughter of S. M. Bulley of Liverpool. Wife of the 
 Rev. E. Armitage, Theological professor in the Congre- 
 gational United College, Bradford. 
 
 Ashworth, Thomas Alfred (b. c. 1806). 228, 327. 
 
 A Clergyman of the Church of England, in South Lanca- 
 shire, who joined the Catholic Apostolic Church. 
 
 Austin, John (1613 — 1669). 3, 16, 70, 139, 165. 
 
 Studied at St. John's College, Cambridge, and on 
 becoming a Roman Catholic in 1640 read for the Bar. 
 Subsequently tutor and man of letters. Author of Devo- 
 tions in the Antient Way of Offices containing Exercises for 
 
XIV. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 every day in the Week, 1668 : a Roman Catholic Manual, in 
 which his hymns appeared. 
 B. T. 287. 
 
 In Unity Hymns and Chorals, Chicago, 1886. 
 
 Baker, Sir Henry Williams, Bart. (1821 — 1877). 136. 
 Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. From 1851 
 vicar of Monkland, Herefordshire. Editor of Hymns 
 Ancient and Modern, 1861. Revised edition, 1875. 
 
 Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (1743 — 1825). 40. 
 
 Daughter of the Rev. John Aikin, who in 1753 became 
 Classical Tutor in the Warrington Academy. Her 
 Poems were published 1773, the year before her mar- 
 riage to the Rev. Rochemont Barbauld. Her Hymns 
 in Prose for Children appeared in 1781. 
 
 Baring-Gould, Sabine (b. 1834). 231 (tr.). 
 
 Educated at Clare College, Cambridge. Since 1881 
 rector of Lew Trenchard, Devon. 
 
 Baxter, Richard (1615 — 1691). 2, 161. 
 
 In 1640 became curate of Kidderminster, and during the 
 Civil War, chaplain of one of Cromwell's regiments. 
 At the Restoration the most eminent Presbyterian minis- 
 ter, of a catholic spirit, a lover of comprehension. 
 Author of many works of controversy and of practical 
 religion, including The Saints' Everlasting Rest. 
 
 Beach, Seth Curtis. 112, 120. 
 
 American Unitarian minister, at Bangor, Me. 
 
 Blackie, John Stuart (b. 1809). 75. 
 
 Educated at Aberdeen and Edinburgh. Appointed 
 Professor of Greek in the University of Edinburgh, 1850. 
 
 Blake, J. Vila. 122. 
 
 Since 1883 minister of the Third Unitarian Church, 
 Chicago. 
 
 Blatchford, Ambrose Nicholls (b. 1842). 90. 
 
 Student of Manchester New College in London. Since 
 1866 minister of Lewin's Mead Chapel, Bristol. 
 
 Bonar, Horatius (1808— 1889). 24, 185, 227, 251, 260, 262, 
 
 3°5- 
 Educated at the Edinburgh High School and University. 
 Minister at Kelso in the Established Church and after 
 the Disruption of 1843 in the Free Church of Scotland. 
 From 1866 minister of the Chalmers Memorial Church, 
 Edinburgh. 
 Borthwick, Jane (b. 1813). 187, 195, 348. 
 
 Daughter of James Borthwick of Edinburgh, where she 
 resides. Authoress with her sister Sarah (Mrs. Findlater) 
 of Hymns from the Land of Luther, translations from 
 the German; 1st series 1854; 2nd ^55', 3 rd 1858; 4th 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XV. 
 
 1862, when a complete edition was published. Reprinted 
 1884. 
 
 Bowring, Sir John (1792 — 1872). no, 160, 180. 
 
 Linguist and man of letters, diplomatist and member of 
 Parliament. He published in 1823 Matins and Vespers 
 with Hymns and occasional Devotional Pieces, and in 1825 
 Hymns as a sequel to the Matins. 
 
 Brady, Nicholas (1659 — 1726). 19, 125. 
 
 Educated at Westminster, Christ Church, Oxford, and 
 Trinity College, Dublin. Prebendary of Cork. Joint 
 author with Nahum Tate of the Neiu Version of the 
 Psalms of David, 1696. 
 
 Bright, William (b. 1824). 22, 216, 271, 367. 
 
 Educated at University College, Oxford. Subsequently 
 Fellow and Tutor of his College. Since 1868 Regius 
 Professor of Ecclesiastical History and Canon of Christ 
 Church. 
 
 Bronte, Anne (1819 — 1849). 208. 
 
 Youngest daughter of the Rev. Patrick Bronte, Vicar of 
 Haworth. 
 
 Brooke, Stopford Augustus (b. 1832). 10, 19 (pt.), 28 (pt.), 
 44 (alt.), 47- 77> 93- 107 (pt.), 117, 147 (pt.), 199, 275, 
 377 (Pt.)- 
 Studied at Trinity College, Dublin. From 1866 minister 
 of St. James's Chapel, York St., and subsequently of 
 Bedford Chapel, London. On seceding from the Church 
 of England in 1881 Mr. Brooke published for the use of 
 his congregation Christian Hymns, and in 1891 an en- 
 larged edition, containing a considerable number of his 
 own hymns. 
 
 Brooks, Charles Timothy (1813 — 1883). 236, 357, 360. 
 Educated at Harvard University. 1837 — 1871 Unitarian 
 minister at Newport, Rhode Island. 
 
 Bruce, Michael (1746 — 1767). 129. 
 
 A student for the ministry of the Church of Scotland. 
 
 Bryant, William Cullen (1794 — 1878). 149, 247. 
 American poet and man of letters. 
 
 Burleigh, William Henry (1812 — 1871). 30, 166, 183, 
 
 197. 237- 
 
 American Newspaper Editor and Social Reformer. 
 
 (Unitarian). From 1855 — 1870 Harbour Master at New 
 
 York. 
 Burman, Ellen Elizabeth (1837 — 1861). 221. 
 
 Born at Stratford-on-Avon. At Stratford, and afterwards 
 
 at Bristol, a much-loved worker among the poor. 
 Burns, James Drummond (1823 — 1864). 69 (tr.), 307. 
 
 Educated at Edinburgh University. Presbyterian 
 
 minister in Scotland and subsequently at Hampstead. 
 
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XVI. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 Cameron, William (1751 — 1811). 152 (alt.). 
 
 Educated at Aberdeen. Parish minister of Kirknewton, 
 
 Midlothian. Helped in the revision of the Scottish Trans- 
 
 lations and Paraphrases begun in 1775. 
 Carlyle, Joseph Dacre (1758 — 1804). 45. 
 
 Professor of Arabic in the University of Cambridge. 
 
 Afterwards vicar of Newcastle-on-Tyne. 
 Cary, Phoebe (1824 — 1871). 288. 
 
 A native of Cincinnati, Ohio. Among her publications 
 
 see Poems of Faith, Hope and Love, 1868. 
 
 Caswall, Edward (1814 — 1878). 17 (tr.), 380 (tr.). 
 
 Educated at Brasenose College, Oxford. In 1850 resigned 
 his living in the Church of England, and was received 
 into the Roman Catholic communion. The rest of his 
 life was spent with Dr. Newman at the Oratory, Edgbas- 
 ton. His Lyra Catholica was first published 1849. 
 
 Cennick, John (1718— 1755). 192. 
 
 For some time a fellow- worker with the Wesley s, after- 
 wards a Moravian minister. 
 
 Chadwick, John White (b. 1840). 170, 234, 239, 241, 249, 
 344. 352, 355> 359- 
 Educated at Harvard University. Since 1864 (following 
 Samuel Longfellow) minister at the Second Unitarian 
 Church, Brooklyn, New York. 
 
 Chalmers, Andrew (b. 1840). 330, 378 (alt.). 
 
 A student of Manchester New College, in London. 
 Since 1880 minister of Westgate Chapel, Wakefield. 
 
 Chandler, John (1806— 1876). 302 (tr.). 
 
 Educated at Corpus Christi College, Oxford. 1837 Vicar 
 of Witley, in which year he published The Hymns of the 
 Primitive Church, now first collected, translated, and arranged. 
 1 84 1 The Hymns of the Church, mostly Primitive, an enlarged 
 collection. 
 
 Chatfield, Allen William (b. 1808). 12 (tr.), 57 (tr.). 
 Vicar of Much-Marcle, Herefordshire. In 1876 he pub- 
 lished Songs and Hymns of the Earliest Greek Christian 
 Poets, Bishops, and others, translated into English Verse. 
 
 Christian Hymns (Edited by the Rev. Stopford A. Brooke, 
 1891). 207. 
 
 Clapp, Eliza Thayer (1811— 1888). 319. 
 
 Of Dorchester, Mass., a friend of Emerson, and contri- 
 butor to The Dial. 
 
 Clarke, James Freeman (1810— 1888). 285, 361. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. Unitarian minister 
 for over forty years at the Church of the Disciples, Bos- 
 ton, U.S. In 1844 ne edited the Hymn Book of his 
 Church, 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XV11. 
 
 Coleridge, Hartley (1796 — 1849). 119. 
 Eldest son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 
 
 CONDER, JOSIAH (1789 — 1855). 44> 8l, 256. 
 
 Author, Editor, and Publisher. In 1836 he edited The 
 Congregational Hymn Book : a Supplement to Dr. Watts's 
 Psalms and Hymns. 
 
 Cotterill, Jane (1790 — 1825). 172. 
 
 Daughter of the Rev. John Boak. Married 181 1 the 
 Rev. Joseph Cotterill. Her hymn was contributed to 
 the appendix of the sixth edition of Thomas Cotterill's 
 Selection of Psalms and Hymns. 1815. 
 
 Cowper, William (1731 — 1800). 41, 159, 171, 174 (tr.), 182. 
 The Poet's hymns first appeared in the Olney Hymns, 
 1779, edited by his friend the Rev. John Newton. 
 
 Crippen, Thomas George (b. 1841). 264 (tr.). 
 
 Educated at Airedale College, Bradford. Congregational 
 minister at Milverton, Somerset. 
 
 Dessler, Wolfgang Christoph (1660 — 1722). 184. 
 
 A native of Xurnberg, where nearly his whole life was 
 passed, for some years as a proof-reader and amanuensis, 
 and from 1705 as Conrector of the School of the Holy 
 Ghost. 
 
 Doddridge, Philip (1702 — 1751). 85, 128, 133, 175, 224, 
 298, 347- 
 Dissenting minister and conductor of a noted Academy 
 at Northampton for the education of students for the 
 ministry. Author of the Rise and Progress of Religion in 
 the Soul, the Family Expositor, &c. His hymns were 
 published in 1755 after his death. 
 
 Ellerton, John (1826 — 1893). 343, 364, 371. 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. From 1850 
 until his death a clergyman of the Church of England. 
 
 Elliott, Charlotte (1789 — 1871). 186. 
 
 Daughter of Charles Elliott of Clapham and Brighton, 
 at which latter place most of her life was spent. 
 
 Faber, Frederick William (1814 — 1863). 59, 156, 189, 
 230. 30!. 336. 
 Educated at Balliol College, Oxford. For some time 
 Fellow of University College. In 1846 joined the Roman 
 Catholic communion, and in 1849 established in London 
 a brotherhood of the Order of the Oratorians. His 
 hymns belong to this latter period. A collected edition 
 was published in 1862. 
 
 Fawcett, John (1739 — 1817). 368. 
 
 From 1765 until his death Baptist minister at Wains- 
 gate, near Hebden Bridge, Yorkshire. 
 
XV111. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 FlNDLATER, SARAH (1823 — 1886). 155 (tr.). 
 
 Sister of Miss Jane Borthwick, wife of the Rev. Eric J. 
 Findlater of Lochearnhead, Perthshire. Translator of 
 hymns from the German, published with those of her 
 sister in Hymns from the Land of Luther, 1854 — 1862. 
 
 Franck, Johann (1618 — 1677). 14. 
 
 A native of Guben in Brandenburg, studied law at 
 Konigsberg. Rose to be burgomaster of his native town, 
 where he also died, no of his hymns were collected in 
 his Geistliches Sion, published at Guben, 1674. 
 
 Frothingham, Nathaniel Langdon (1793 — 1870). 340. 
 Educated at Harvard University. 1815 — 1850 minister 
 of the First Church (Unitarian), Boston, U.S. 
 
 Frothingham, Octavius Brooks (b. 1822). 243. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. For some years Uni- 
 tarian minister. Biographer of Theodore Parker. 
 
 Furness, William Henry (b. 1802). 36. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. In 1825 became 
 Unitarian minister at Philadelphia. Author of several 
 works, including various studies in the Life of Jesus. 
 
 Gannett, William Channing (b. 1840). 255, 354. 
 
 Son of Dr. Ezra Stiles Gannett. Educated at Harvard 
 University. Since 1889 minister of the First Unitarian 
 Congregational Society, Rochester, N.Y. Joint author 
 with Frederick L. Hosmer of The Thought of God in Hymns 
 and Poems, Boston, U.S., 1886. 
 
 Gascoigne, George (c. 1525 — 1577). 13. 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. Politician, 
 soldier, man of letters. One of the earliest English 
 dramatists. 
 
 Gaskell, William (1805 — 1884). 105, 145, 266. 
 
 A student of Manchester College, at York, and of Glas- 
 gow University. From 1828 until his death minister of 
 Cross St. Chapel, Manchester. 1840 — 1846 Secretary of 
 Manchester New College. 1846— 1853 Professor of Eng- 
 lish History and Literature. For many years Visitor to 
 the College. 
 
 Geldart, Edmund Martin (1844 — 1 885). 291. 
 
 Scholar of Balliol College, Oxford. Successively curate 
 of St. George's, Everton, minister of Hope St. Church, 
 Liverpool, and of the Croydon Free Christian Church. 
 
 Gerhardt, Paul (1607 — 1676). 157, 158. 
 
 Studied at Wittenberg. Lutheran clergyman in and 
 near Berlin. His hymns for the most part first appeared 
 in Johann Cruger's Praxis pietatis melica, in various 
 editions after 1640, and in Runge's Geistliche Lieder u. 
 Psalmen, Berlin, 1653. 
 
 Gerok, Karl von (1815 — 1890). 348. 
 
 Studied theology at Tubingen. Oberconsistorialrath 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XIX. 
 
 and court preacher at Stuttgart. Author of Palmbldtter, 
 1857, and other volumes of sacred poetry. 
 
 Gill, Thomas Hornblower (b. 1819). 23, 32, 124, 141, 154, 
 200, 204, 253, 268, 272, 280, 322, 333, 356. 
 Author of The Papal Drama, an historical Essay, 1866; 
 The Golden Chain of Praise, a collection of hymns, 1869. 
 
 Gladden, Washington (b. 1836). 95. 
 
 American Congregationalist minister. For some time 
 Editor of the New York Independent. 
 
 Grant, Sir Robert (1785— 1838). 8. 
 
 Educated at Cambridge. Barrister and Member of 
 Parliament. For the last four years of his life Governor 
 of Bombay. 
 
 Gregory Nazianzen (329 — 389). 57. 
 
 Studied at Caesarea, Alexandria, and Athens, where the 
 future Emperor Julian was his fellow-student. In 381 
 presided at the Oecumenical Council of Constantinople. 
 His hymns, which are in classical metres, are said to have 
 been written after this, during a period of retirement. 
 
 Guion, Jeanne Marie Bouvieres de la Mothe (1648 — 
 1717). 174. 
 Married at the age of sixteen to M. Guion, who died 
 1676. During her long widowhood exercised a wide 
 influence as a teacher of the inward way in religion. 
 Imprisoned more than once on charges of heresy. A 
 friend of Fenelon. Her Poesies et Cantiques Spirituels was 
 published after her death, 1722. 
 
 H. L. L. — (See Borthwick and Findlater). 155, 187, 195, 348. 
 
 Hammond, William (1719 — 1783). 299. 
 
 Educated at St. John's College, Cambridge. 1745 joined 
 the Moravian Brethren. In the same year published his 
 Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs. 
 
 Hatch, Edwin (1835 — 1889). 2 ^5> 3°6- 
 
 Educated at Pembroke College, Oxford. 1867 Vice-Prin- 
 cipal of St. Mary's Hall. Subsequently Reader in 
 Ecclesiastical History in the University. 1880 Bampton 
 Lecturer. 1888 Hibbert Lecturer. His hymns were 
 published in the posthumous volume Towards Fields of 
 Light. 
 
 Havergal, Frances Ridley (1836 — 1879). 248. 
 
 Daughter of the Rev. W. H. Havergal, vicar of Astley, 
 Worcestershire. Her hymns have been collected in 
 various volumes issued between 1869 and 1883. 
 
 Hawkes, Henry W t arburton (b. 1843). 96, 263. 
 
 For sixteen years minister of the North End Mission, 
 Liverpool. Since 1891 minister of the Bootle Free 
 Church. Edited Hymns and Sacred Songs for Church and 
 Home, Liverpool, 1891. 
 
XX. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 Heber, Reginald (1783 — 1826). 6, 92, 353, 370, 377 (pt.). 
 Studied at Brasenose College, Oxford. For the last 
 three years of his life, Bishop of Calcutta. His hymns 
 were written at Hodnet, of which parish he was vicar for 
 sixteen years, but were only published after his death. 
 
 Hedge, Frederick Henry (b. 1805). 52. 
 
 American Unitarian minister. Professor at Harvard 
 University. In 1853 he edited with Dr. Huntington 
 Hymns for the Church of Christ. 
 
 Heginbothom, Ottiwell (1744 — 1768). 130. 
 
 For a short time Nonconformist minister at Sudbury, 
 Suffolk. 
 
 Herbert, George (1593 — 1632). 131, 214. 
 
 Educated at Westminster and Trinity College, Cam- 
 bridge. In 1619 Orator for the University. Took Holy 
 Orders 1626. For the last two years of his life rector of 
 Bemerton. The Temple was published the year after his 
 death. 
 
 Herbert, Petrus (sixteenth century, d. 1571). 375. 
 
 Moravian minister. One of the chief compilers of the 
 enlarged edition of the Brethren's German Hymn Book, 
 1566, to which he contributed a large number of hymns. 
 
 Higginson, Thomas Wentworth (b. 1823). 332. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. Unitarian minister. 
 Since 1858 devoted to literature and social reform. 
 
 Hincks, Thomas (b. 1818). 34, 37, in. 
 
 A student of Manchester College at York. 1855 — 1869 
 minister of Mill Hill Chapel, Leeds, where he published 
 his Vespers, 1868, as a supplement to the hymn-book in 
 use at the chapel. 
 
 Holmes, Oliver Wendell (b. 1809). 58. 
 
 American physician and man of letters. Educated at 
 Harvard University, where in 1847 he was elected to the 
 chair of anatomy. His best known hymns are in The 
 Professor at the Breakfast Table. 
 
 Hopps, John Page (b. 1834). I 7 8 - 
 
 Educated at the General Baptist College, Leicester. 
 Minister of the Free Christian Church, Croydon. At 
 Glasgow in 1873 edited Hymns for Public Worship. At 
 Leicester in 1877 Hymns, Chants and Anthems for Public 
 Worship. 
 
 Hosmer, Frederick Lucian (b. 1840), 56, 61, 67, 79, 89, 99, 
 100, 123, 177, 188, 316, 335, 341, 366. 
 American Unitarian minister, now resident in Chicago. 
 Joint author with William C. Gannett of The Thought of 
 God in Hymns and Poems, Boston, U.S., 1886. 
 
 How, William Walsham (b. 1823). 2 3&> 2 & 2 > 35^- 
 
 Educated at Shrewsbury and Wadham College, Oxford. 
 Since 1888 Bishop of Wakefield. 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XXI. 
 
 Hymns of the Ages (Boston, U.S., third series, 1865). 213. 
 
 Hymns of the Spirit (Boston, U.S., 1864). 14, 35, 46, 372. 
 
 Ingemann, Bernhardt Severin (1789 — 1862). 231. 
 
 Danish poet, and professor at the Academy of Soro, 
 Zealand. 
 
 Johns, John (1801 — 1847). 116, 323. 
 
 Educated at Plymouth Grammar School and Edinburgh 
 University. Minister at Crediton, and from 1837 unt il his 
 death first minister of the Liverpool Domestic Mission. 
 A large number of hymns from his pen appeared in 
 Dr. J. R. Beard's Unitarian hymn-book, 1837. 
 
 Johnson, Samuel (1822 — 1882). 48, 118, 206, 232, 328. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. Minister of a Free 
 Church at Lynn, Mass. A student of Oriental Religions. 
 Joint editor with Samuel Longfellow of the Boston Book 
 of Hymns 1846 and Hymns of the Spirit 1864. 
 
 Keble, John (1792 — 1866). 21, 78, 240, 376. 
 
 Scholar of Corpus Christi College, Oxford. 181 1, Fellow 
 of Oriel. 1827, published the Christian Year. 1828, 
 Provost of Oriel, and in 1831 Professor of Poetry. From 
 1836 until his death, vicar of Hursley. 
 
 Ken, Thomas (1637 — 1711). 15, 374. 
 
 Educated at Winchester. Fellow of New College, Oxford, 
 1657. Subsequently again at Winchester as Fellow and 
 Prebendary. There he wrote for the scholars his Morn- 
 ing, Evening and Mid-night hymns. In 1685 Bishop of 
 Bath and Wells ; deprived in 1691 as a Non-juror. 
 
 Kethe, William (Died ? 1593). 1. 
 
 Said to have been a Scotchman, but during the greater 
 part of Elizabeth's reign one of the two rectors of Childe 
 Okeford, near Blandford, Dorsetshire. The author of 
 twenty-five Psalm versions included in the Anglo-Genevan 
 Psalter of 1561, Psalm 100 being one. They were all 
 adopted in the Scottish Psalter of 1564-65, but only 
 Psalm 100 in that of 1650. 
 
 Lange, Johann Peter (1802 — 1884). 155. 
 
 Studied theology at Bonn. From 1826 held various 
 pastoral offices. 1841 succeeded F. D. Strauss as pro- 
 fessor of Church History and Dogmatics at Zurich. 
 1854 professor of Dogmatic Theology at Bonn. 
 
 Larcom, Lucy (1826 — 1893). 345- 
 
 In early life a mill-girl at Lowell, U.S., then a school 
 teacher, a writer and editor of books of devotion. 
 
 Latin Hymns (translated). 17, 264, 276, 302, 380. 
 
 LlVERMORE, ABIEL ABBOT (b. l8ll). 102. 
 
 American Unitarian minister. Educated at Harvard 
 University. In 1863 became President of the Meadville 
 Theological School, Pennsylvania. 
 
XX11. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 Logan, John (1748 — 1788). 128 (alt.). 
 
 Educated at Edinburgh University. Minister of the 
 Church of Scotland. 
 
 Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth (1807 — 1882). 324. 
 
 Educated at Bowdoin College ; Professor of Modern 
 Languages there, and 1835 — 54 at Harvard University. 
 His poems include one or two hymns. 
 
 Longfellow, Samuel (1819 — 1892). 17 (alt.), 38,51 (alt.), 
 53, 60, 84, 86, 104, 108 (alt.), 162, 194, 222, 246, 250, 
 312, 320, 329, 334. 
 American Unitarian minister. Younger brother of Henry 
 Wadsworth Longfellow. Educated at Harvard Univer- 
 sity. Joint editor with Samuel Johnson of A Book of 
 Hymns, 1846, revised 1848, and Hymns of the Spirit, 1864. 
 
 Lynch, Thomas Toke (1818 — 1871). 31, 164, 209, 215, 217, 
 244, 279, 314. 
 Congregational minister in London. Author of The 
 Rivulet : a Contribution to Sacred Song, 1855 ; enlarged edi- 
 tion, 1868. 
 
 Lyte, Henry Francis (1793 — 1847). 363. 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Dublin. From 1823 until 
 his death perpetual curate of Lower Brixham, Devon. 
 Author of Poems chiefly religious, 1833 ; The Spirit of the 
 Psalms, 1834. 
 
 Macdonald, George (b. 1824). 26. 
 
 Educated at Aberdeen. In early life a Congregational 
 minister, but since devoted to literature as poet and 
 novelist. 
 
 Mant, Richard (1776 — 1848). 114. 
 
 Educated at Winchester and Trinity College, Oxford. 
 Fellow of Oriel. Bampton Lecturer 181 1. Bishop in 
 succession of Killaloe, Down and Dromore. In 1837 he 
 published Ancient Hymns from the Roman Breviary . . . to 
 which are added original hymns. 
 
 Martineau, James (b. 1805). 80, 109, 173. 
 
 Student of Manchester College at York. In 1840 Pro- 
 fessor of Mental and Moral Philosophy in the College, 
 then at Manchester. Subsequently in London Principal, 
 and on his resignation in 1885, President of the College. 
 In 1840, while minister of Paradise St. Chapel, Liver- 
 pool, edited Hymns for the Christian Church and Home. In 
 1873, Hymns of Praise and Prayer. 
 
 Mason, Caroline Atherton (b. 1823). 27. 
 
 Daughter of Dr. Calvin Briggs, of Marblehead, Mass. 
 Wife of Charles Mason, a Lawyer, of Fitchburg, U.S.A. 
 
 Matson, William Tidd (b. 1833). 196, 220, 235, 308. 
 
 Educated at St. John's College, Cambridge, and else- 
 where. Congregational minister. Formerly a member of 
 the Church of England. 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XX111. 
 
 Merrick, James (1720 — 1769). 127. 
 
 Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford. Published in 1763 
 Poems on Sacred Subjects; in 1765 The Psalms of David 
 translated or paraphrased into English Verse. 
 
 Milman, Henry Hart (1791 — 1868). 290. 
 
 Educated at Eton and Brasenose College, Oxford. 1821 
 Professor of Poetry in the University. 1827 Bampton 
 Lecturer. 1835 Canon of Westminster. 1849 Dean of 
 St. Paul's. His hymns first appeared in Heber's post- 
 humous collection, 1827. 
 
 Milton, John (1608 — 1674). 68, 326. 
 
 Educated at St. Paul's School, and Christ's College, 
 Cambridge. His version of Psalm cxxxvi. was written at 
 the" age of fifteen. His other versions were made in later 
 life, direct from the Hebrew. 
 
 Montgomery, James (1771 — 1854). 9> 2 8, 87, 147 (pt.), 151, 
 210, 318, 337, 338, 378. 
 Born at Irvine, Ayrshire, the son of a Moravian minister. 
 For many years editor of The Sheffield Iris. His hymns, 
 numbering about 400 in all, appeared in his Christian 
 Psalmist, 1S25, and Original Hymns, 1853. 
 
 Mudie, Charles Edward (1818 — 1890). 198. 
 
 Founder of the Library which bears his name. His 
 collected poems were published in 1872 as Stray Leaves. 
 
 Neale, John Mason (1818 — 1866). 334, 373 (tr.). 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge. Sometime 
 Fellow and Tutor of Dow r ning College. From 1846 until 
 his death Warden of Sackville College, East Grinstead. 
 Published Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences, 1851 ; Hymns 
 of the Eastern Church, 1862 ; and other volumes of transla- 
 tions, as well as original hymns. 
 
 Xeander, Joachim (1650 — 1680). 69. 
 
 A native of Bremen. A teacher and latterly a minister 
 of the Reformed Church of Germany. In his religious 
 life influenced by Under-Eyck and Spener. 
 
 Needham, John (d. c. 1786). 2S6. 
 
 Baptist minister in Bristol. In 1768 published Hymns 
 Devotional and Moral. 
 
 New, Herbert (1820 — 1893). 211. 
 
 Solicitor, of Evesham. One of the original Hibbert 
 Trustees. 
 
 Newman, John Henry (1801 — 1890). 146, 283. 
 
 Educated at Trinity College, Oxford. 1822 Fellow of 
 Oriel. 1828 vicar of St. Mary's. 1845 received into the 
 communion of the Roman Catholic Church. 1848 Su- 
 perior of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri, at Birmingham. 
 1878 created a Cardinal. His Verses on Various Occasions 
 appeared in 1868. 
 
XXIV. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 Newton John (1725 — 1807). 261, 350. 
 
 In early life a sailor, became in 1764 curate of Olney. 
 His Olney Hymns were published in 1779. Rector of St. 
 Mary, Woolnoth, London, 1780 — 1807. 
 
 Norton, Andrews (1786 — 1853). 55. 
 
 Student and afterwards professor in Harvard University. 
 Author of several theological works, including one on 
 The Genuineness of the Gospels. 
 
 Oakley, Ebenezer Sherman (b. 1865). 212. 
 
 Educated at the Airedale College for the Congregational 
 Ministry. Now Principal of the Ramsey College, Al- 
 mora, N. India. 
 
 Oberlin, Jean Frederic (1740 — 1826). 201 ? 
 Pastor of the Ban de la Roche. 
 
 Palgrave, Francis Turner (b. 1824). 25, 257, 270, 317. 
 Educated at Charterhouse and Balliol College, Oxford. 
 1846 Fellow of Exeter. 1885 Professor of Poetry in the 
 University. 
 
 Palmer, Ray (1808— 1887). 42 (tr.) ( 137. 
 
 Graduated in 1830 at Yale College, New Haven. Con- 
 gregational minister at Bath, Me., and Albany, N.Y. 
 
 Parker, Theodore (1810 — 1860). 98. 
 
 Educated at Harvard University. Minister at West 
 Roxbury (Unitarian) and in Boston. An ardent preacher, 
 writer, and social reformer, especially on behalf of the 
 abolition of slavery. 
 
 Pierpoint, Folliott Sandford (b. 1835). 76. 
 
 Educated at Queen's College, Cambridge. Author of 
 Songs of Love, The Chalice of Nature, and Lyra jfesu, 1878. 
 
 Pierpont, John (1785 — 1866). 39. 
 
 American Unitarian minister, Anti-slavery and Tem- 
 perance advocate. 
 
 Plumptre, Edward Hayes (1821 — 1891). 276 (tr.), 297. 
 Educated at King's College, London and University 
 College, Oxford. Subsequently Fellow of Brasenose and 
 Dean of Queen's College. After holding preferment in 
 various places, was appointed Dean of Wells, 1881. 
 Scholar, writer, poet, and translator. 
 
 Procter, Adelaide Anne (1825 — 1864). 142. 
 
 Daughter of Bryan W. Procter (Barry Cornwall). Her 
 Legends and Lyrics, A Book of Verse, was published 1858. 
 
 Quarles, John (1624 — 1665). 62. 
 
 Son of Francis Quarles, author of the Emblems. Edu- 
 cated at Exeter College, Oxford. On the downfall of 
 Charles I., settled in London as a man of letters. In 
 1 65 1 published his Divine Ejaculations, from which his 
 hymns have been derived. 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XXV. 
 
 Rawson, George (1807 — 1889). 315. 
 
 Solicitor, of Leeds. A member of the Congregationalist 
 body. In 1876 published his Hymns, Verses and Chants, 
 and in 1885 Songs of Spiritual Thought. 
 
 Reed, Andrew (1787 — 1862). 51. 
 
 Congregational minister in London. His Hymn Book 
 appeared in 1842. 
 
 Rinkart, Martin (1586 — 1649). 134 (pt.). 
 
 A native of Eilenburg in Saxony, of which place, as a 
 Protestant clergyman, he was Archi-diaconus from 161 7 
 until his death. 
 
 Robert II. of France (c. 970 — 1031). 42. 
 
 Became King of France 988, on the death of his father 
 Hugh Capet. Robert was a lover of church music, but 
 the ascription to him of the authorship of Vent Sancte 
 Spiritus is doubtful. 
 
 Russell, Francis Albert Rollo, The Hon. (b. 1849). 203. 
 Son of the late Earl Russell. Author of The Break of 
 Day and other Poems, 1893. 
 
 Sadler, Thomas (1822 — 1891). 7, 134 (pt.), 294, 369. 
 
 Minister at Rosslyn Hill Chapel, Hampstead, 1846 — 1891. 
 Editor of Additional Hymns, compiled for use with Hymns 
 for the Christian Church and Home at Rosslyn Hill Chapel, 
 1876, which contains anonymously several of his own 
 hymns. During the closing years of his life Dr. Sadler 
 was Visitor to Manchester New College. 
 
 Savage, Minot Judson (b. 1841). 223, 245. 
 
 In early life a Congregational minister, but since 1874 
 minister of the Church of the Unity, Boston, U.S. In 
 1882 published Poems of Modern Thought. 
 
 Schiller, Johann Christoph Friedrich (1759 — 1805). 346. 
 His poem Hojfnung was written 1797. 
 
 Scotch Paraphrases (1745). 152 (pt.). 
 
 Translations and Paraphrases of several passages of Sacred 
 Scripture, ordered by the General Assembly of the Church 
 to be printed in 1745. From 1775 to 1781 this collection 
 was again revised and enlarged. 
 
 Scudder, Eliza (b. 1821). 66, 163, 313. 
 
 A native of Boston, U.S. Several of her hymns were 
 contributed to the Hymns of the Spirit, edited by S. Long- 
 fellow and S. Johnson, 1864. 
 
 Sears, Edmund Hamilton (1810 — 1876). 88. 
 
 American Unitarian minister. Graduated in the Cam- 
 bridge Divinity School, Harvard. His hymns were col- 
 lected in his Sermons and Songs of the Christian Life, 1875. 
 
 Shairp, John Campbell (1819 — 1885). 293. 
 
 Educated at Glasgow and Balliol College, Oxford. Some- 
 
XXVI. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 time Professor of Humanity at St. Andrews, and Princi- 
 pal of the United Colleges. 1877 Professor of Poetry at 
 Oxford. 
 
 Sharp, John (b. 1810). 65. 
 
 Scholar of Magdalen College, Cambridge. Perpetual 
 Curate of Horbury, near Wakefield, since 1834. Hon. 
 Canon of St. Beda in Wakefield Cathedral 1888. Pub- 
 lished Poems and Hymns, 1880. 
 
 Smith, Walter Chalmers (b. 1824). 83, 242, 252, 254, 
 267, 269. 
 Educated at Aberdeen and Edinburgh. Since 1876 
 minister of the Free High Church, Edinburgh. Author 
 of Olrig Grange, and several later poems. The Hymns 
 quoted in this collection will be found in his Hymns of 
 Christ, 1867, and Thoughts and Fancies for Sunday Evenings, 
 1887. 
 
 Stanley, Arthur Penrhyn (1815 — 1881). 91, 103, 113. 
 
 Educated at Rugby and Balliol College, Oxford. 1840 
 Fellow of University College. 1855 Regius Professor of 
 Ecclesiastical History and Canon of Christ Church. 1863 
 Dean of Westminster. 
 
 Steele, Anne (1716 — 1778). 143. 
 
 Daughter of William Steele, timber merchant and pastor 
 of the Baptist Church at Broughton, Hampshire. In 
 1760 she published Poems on subjects chiefly devotional, by 
 Theodosia. 
 
 Sterling, John (1806 — 1844). 64. 
 
 Studied at Glasgow, and Trinity College, Cambridge. 
 The friend of Thomas Carlyle. 
 
 Stone, Samuel John (b. 1839). 179. 
 
 Educated at Charterhouse and Pembroke College, Ox- 
 ford. Since 1874 vicar of St. Paul's, Haggerston. His 
 Hymns, original and translated, were published 1886. 
 
 Stowe, Harriet (b. 1812). 29. 
 
 Daughter of the Rev. Dr. Lyman Beecher ; married in 
 1833 Rev. Dr. Calvin E. Stowe. Authoress of Uncle 
 Tom's Cabin, 1852. 
 
 Synesius (c. 375 — 430). 12. 
 
 A native of Cyrene. Neo-Platonist. For twenty years 
 bishop of Ptolemais. Ten of his hymns in various 
 classical metres have been translated by the Rev. A. W. 
 Chatfield. 
 
 Tate, Nahum (1652 — 1715). 19, 125. 
 
 Son of an Irish clergyman, educated at Trinity College, 
 Dublin. Succeeded Shadwell as Poet Laureate. Joint 
 author with Nicholas Brady of the New Version of the 
 Psalms of David, 1696, commonly known as "Tate and 
 Brady." 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XXV11. 
 
 Taylor, Emily (1795 — 1872). 54, 94. 
 
 Great-grand-daughter of Dr. John Taylor of Norwich, 
 the Hebraist. The writer of many children's books. 
 
 Taylor, John (1750 — 1826). 71, 218, 259. 
 
 Grandson of Dr. John Taylor of Norwich, author of the 
 Hebrew Concordance. A Norwich manufacturer and 
 wool and yarn factor. Connected throughout his life 
 with the Octagon Chapel. 
 
 Tersteegen, Gerhard (1697 — 1769). 11, 190, 273. 
 
 A native of Rhenish Prussia, intended for the ministry of 
 the Reformed Church in Germany, but engaged in 
 business in early life. Later devoted himself to the 
 translation of the works of Mystic and Quietist religious 
 teachers, and exercised an informal ministry among 
 people of like mind in Germany and Holland. Many of 
 his hymns were published in the successively enlarged 
 editions of his Geistliches Blumen-Gdrtlein, which first 
 appeared in 1729. 
 
 Tomkins, Henry George (b. 1826). 292. 
 
 Studied at Trinity College, Cambridge. Admitted to 
 priest's orders in the Church of England 1858. Author of 
 Studies on the Times of Abraham, 1878, &c. Poems, chiefly 
 sacred, 1891. Now resident at Weston-super-Mare. 
 
 Tuttiett, Lawrence (b. 1825). 284, 351. 
 
 Educated at Christ's Hospital and King's College, 
 London. Since 1870 incumbent of the Episcopal Church 
 of St. Andrews, Scotland. Author of Hymns for Church- 
 men, 1854, an d of several later volumes. 
 
 Vaughan, Henry (1621 — 1695). 278. 
 
 For some time student in Jesus College, Oxford. A 
 doctor by profession. In 1650 published Silex Scintillans : 
 or Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations, from which his 
 hymns are taken. 
 
 Very, Jones (1813 — 1880). 20, 82. 
 
 A native of Salem, Mass., where most of his life was 
 spent. Graduated at Harvard University, and for two 
 years Tutor of Greek there. A friend of Emerson, he 
 preached from time to time in Unitarian pulpits, but had 
 no fixed charge. 
 
 Waring, Anna Laetitia (b. 1820). 144, 167, 176, 281. 
 
 Daughter of Elijah Waring of Neath, Glamorganshire. 
 In 1850 published Hymns and Meditations, by A. L. W. ; 
 tenth edition in 1863, enlarged. 
 
 Watts, Isaac (1674 — 1748). 5, 18, 63, 74, 126, 150, 152 (pt.), 
 153, 191, 296. 
 The most eminent early hymn-writer among Nonconform- 
 ists. For many years Independent minister in London. 
 In 1707 — 9 he published his Hymns and Spiritual Songs. 
 
XXV111. INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 In 1719 The Psalms of David imitated in the language of the 
 New Testament, and applied to the Christian State and Worship. 
 
 Wesley, Charles (1707 — 1788). 43, 97, 106, 115, 181, 193, 
 202, 205, 258, 277, 295, 300, 303, 311, 312, 321, 339. 
 Educated at Westminster School and Christ Church, 
 Oxford, of which he was successively student and tutor. 
 Closely associated with his brother's religious work, and 
 pre-eminently the singer of the Methodist movement. 
 He is said to have written over 6000 hymns. 
 
 Wesley, John (1703 — 1791). 11 (tr.), 49, 157, (tr.), 158 (tr.), 
 214 (alt.), 273 (tr.). 
 Educated at Charterhouse and Christ Church, Oxford. 
 1726 Fellow of Lincoln. Leader of the Methodist 
 Revival of last century. His publication of hymns began 
 in 1738 with a Collection of Psalms and Hymns, by John 
 Wesley, and in the following year Hymns and Sacred Poems, 
 by John and Charles Wesley. Many other volumes, large 
 and small, followed, and in 1780 he published A Collection 
 of Hymns for the use of the people called Methodists, which 
 with a supplement is still the hymn-book of the Wesleyan 
 Methodists. 
 
 Whately, Richard (1787 — 1863). 377 (pt.). 
 
 Educated at Oriel College, Oxford. Bampton Lecturer 
 1822. Principal of St. Alban's Hall, 1825. Archbishop 
 of Dublin, 1831. 
 
 Whittier, John Greenleaf (1807 — 1892). 101, 107 (pt.), 
 
 121, 168, 219, 226, 309, 325, 331, 342. 
 
 American poet, journalist, anti-slavery advocate. A mem- 
 ber of the Religious Society of Friends. Whittier wrote 
 few hymns, but selections from many of his poems are 
 adapted as such. 
 
 Williams, Helen Maria (1762 — 1827). 140. 
 
 Entered in London on a literary career, but as a resident 
 in Paris during the period of the Revolution, became 
 known as a political writer. The closing years of her 
 life were spent at Amsterdam, with her nephew, Athanase 
 Coquerel, pastor of the Reformed Church. 
 
 Williams, Sarah Johanna (1805 — 1841). 274. 
 
 Daughter of the Rev. John Williams of Mansfield, the 
 biographer of Belsham. 
 
 Wilson, Lucy (nee Atkins) (1802 — 1863). 201 (tr.). 
 
 Authoress of the Memoirs of John Frederic Oberlin, 1829. 
 
 Winkworth, Catherine (1829— 1878). 14 (tr.) 375 (tr.). 
 Published her Lyra Germanica, first series, 1855, second 
 series, 1858. Christian Singers of Germany (a biographical 
 work), 1869. 
 
 Wither, George (1588 — 1667). 4, 33. 
 
 Studied at Magdalen College, Oxford. Served under 
 
AND TRANSLATORS. XXIX. 
 
 Charles I. in Scotland, but subsequently under Cromwell. 
 A prolific writer, both in prose and verse. Among his 
 volumes of sacred verse are The Psalms of David translated 
 as Lyric Verse, 1632, and Halelviah ; or Britans Second 
 Remembrancer, bringing to Remembrance (in praisefidl and 
 penitentiall Hymns, Spirituall Songs, and Mo rail-Odes), 1641. 
 
 Wordsworth, Christopher (1807 — 1S85). 148. 
 
 Nephew of William Wordsworth. Educated at Harrow 
 and Trinity College, Cambridge, of which he was after- 
 wards Fellow and Classical lecturer. Subsequently Head 
 Master of Harrow, Canon of Westminster. For nineteen 
 years vicar of Stanford-in-the-Yale, Berks. 1869 Bishop 
 of Lincoln. In 1S62 published The Holy Year ; or Hymns 
 for Sundays, &c. 
 
 Wreford, John Reynell (1800 — 1881). 108, 289, 365. 
 
 Student of Manchester College at York. For a few years 
 minister at the New Meeting, Birmingham. Subse- 
 quently Schoolmaster. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Abide not in the realm of dreams 197 
 
 Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide 363 
 
 Again, as evening's shadow falls 38 
 
 Again we hail the opening morn 12 
 
 A gentle tumult in the earth 355 
 
 A holy air is breathing round 102 
 
 All as God wills ! who wisely heeds 168 
 
 All before us lies the way 319 
 
 All lands and peoples, all the earth 10 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 1 
 
 Almighty Father of mankind 129 
 
 Almighty, hear us while we raise 149 
 
 Amid the din of earthly strife 96 
 
 And now the wants are told, that brought 367 
 
 Angels holy 75 
 
 As darker, darker, fall around 35 
 
 At thy call, O Voice divine 236 
 
 Author of Good, to thee we turn 127 
 
 A voice by Jordan's shore 86 
 
 A voice upon the midnight air 109 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 15 
 
 Awake our souls ! away our fears 191 
 
 Backward looking o'er the past 241 
 
 Bear thou my burden, though 'tis blent with sin 260 
 
 Begin the day with God 24 
 
 Behold, how mighty truth 314 
 
 Behold the sun, that seem'd but now 33 
 
 Behold we come, dear Lord, to thee 3 
 
 Believe not those who say 208 
 
 Beneath the shadow of the cross 104 
 
 Be thy word with power fraught 244 
 
 Bless, O Lord, the opening year 350 
 
 Blest be thy love, dear Lord 165 
 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill 92 
 
 Call the Lord thy sure salvation 147 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 192 
 
 Christian ! rise and act thy creed 203 
 
 Christian warrior ! faint not, fear not 228 
 
XXX11. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 City of God, how broad and far 328 
 
 Come brothers, let us go 190 
 
 Come, Holy One, in love 42 
 
 Come, immortal Lord of gladness 47 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God 323 
 
 Come, labour on 195 
 
 Come, O come, in pious lays 4 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs 157 
 
 Creator Spirit, grant us grace 276 
 
 Dark is the sky that overhangs my soul 179 
 
 Dear Lord and Father of mankind 309 
 
 Dear Lord ! thou bringest back the morn 23 
 
 Dismiss me not thy service, Lord 209 
 
 Down the dark future, through long generations 324 
 
 Eternal and immortal King 298 
 
 Eternal Love, whose law doth sway 362 
 
 Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round 234 
 
 Eternal Source of light divine 277 
 
 Everlasting, Holy One 239 
 
 Expectant of my Lord's command 235 
 
 Father, at thy footstool see 106 
 
 Father, beneath thy sheltering wing 166 
 
 Father, here we dedicate 351 
 
 Father, I know that all my life 167 
 
 Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling 48 
 
 Father, I pray for power to take 288 
 
 Father of mercies, God of love 130 
 
 Father of our feeble race 218 
 
 Father, Refuge of my soul 181 
 
 Father supreme, thou high and holy One 372 
 
 Father, thy servants wait to do thy will 237 
 
 Father, thy wonders do not singly stand 82 
 
 Father, to thee we look in all our sorrow 188 
 
 Father, we look up to thee 311 
 
 Father, we would not dare to change 223 
 
 Fill thou my life, O Lord my God 305 
 
 For all thy saints, O Lord 114 
 
 For ever with the Lord 337 
 
 For the beauty of the earth 76 
 
 For the dear love that kept us through the night 30 
 
 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go 193 
 
 Forward ! be our watchword 233 
 
 Fountain of light and living breath 62 
 
 Full many a smile, full many a song 141 
 
 Give me, my God, to feel thee in my joy 285 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears 158 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXX111. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Give us, O Fount of Purity 264 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night 374 
 
 God is in his holy temple 46 
 
 God is love ; his mercy brightens 160 
 
 God is my strong salvation 151 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way 171 
 
 God of Jesus, hear me now 97 
 
 God of mercy, God of love 259 
 
 God of my life, and author of my days 40 
 
 God of the earnest heart 206 
 
 God of the earth, the sky, the sea 84 
 
 God of the living, in whose eyes 343 
 
 God of the morning, at whose voice 18 
 
 God of truth, thy sons should be 312 
 
 God's trumpet wakes the slumbering world 194 
 
 God that madest earth and heaven 377 
 
 Go forth to life, O child of earth 222 
 
 Go not far from me, O my Strength 176 
 
 Go not, my soul, in search of him 79 
 
 Gracious Father, hear our prayer 207 
 
 Gracious Spirit, dwell with me 279 
 
 Great God, we sing that mighty hand 347 
 
 Great Lord of all, our Father, God 357 
 
 Happy soul that free from harm 303 
 
 Hark ! hark ! my soul, angelic songs are swelling 336 
 
 Hark, my soul, how everything 70 
 
 Hark, the evening call to prayer 34 
 
 Heaven and earth and sea and air 69 
 
 He is gone — a cloud of light 113 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God 153 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 6 
 
 House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring 85 
 
 How are thy servants blest, O Lord 138 
 
 I cannot always trace the way 180 
 
 I cannot think of them as dead 341 
 
 If love, the noblest, purest, best 94 
 
 I long for household voices gone 342 
 
 I look to thee in every need 162 
 
 Immortal by their deed and word 99 
 
 Immortal Love, within whose righteous will 275 
 
 In holy books we read how God hath spoken 119 
 
 In life's earnest morning 212 
 
 In the beginning was the Word 246 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory no 
 
 In the midst do thou appear 43 
 
 In thee, O God, the hosts above 137 
 
 I sing the almighty power of God 74 
 
 It came upon the midnight clear 88 
 
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XXXIV. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 I thank thee, gracious God, for all 251 
 
 It singeth low in every heart 344 
 
 I worship thee, sweet Will of God 301 
 
 Keep mine eyes, O Lord, from tears 267 
 
 King of mercy, King of love 278 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 283 
 
 Let the whole creation cry 77 
 
 Let us with a gladsome mind 68 
 
 Lie open, soul ! around thee press 211 
 
 Life, and light, and joy are found 198 
 
 Life of ages, richly poured 118 
 
 Lo, God is here ! let us adore 11 
 
 Lord, as the light of morning broke 378 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 368 
 
 Lord, forgive me day by day 256 
 
 Lord, for the things I see 325 
 
 Lord, from whom all blessings flow 321 
 
 Lord God, by whom all change is wrought 322 
 
 Lord God of morning and of night 25 
 
 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne 296 
 
 Lord I am thine — but scarce a gift 204 
 
 Lord, I believe, thy power I own 289 
 
 Lord, if on earth the thought of thee 299 
 
 Lord, in the fullness of my might 200 
 
 Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice 146 
 
 Lord, in this holy hour of even 37 
 
 Lord, it belongs not to my care 161 
 
 Lord of all being ! throned afar 58 
 
 Lord, on thy returning day 31 
 
 Lord, speak to me, that I may speak 248 
 
 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place 154 
 
 Lord, thy children guide and keep 282 
 
 Lord, we believe a rest remains 258 
 
 Lord, when we bend before thy throne 45 
 
 Lord, while for all mankind we pray 365 
 
 Mighty God, the first, the last 145 
 
 Mighty One, before whose face 247 
 
 My Father is the mighty Lord whose arm 155 
 
 My Father, on the word of truth 281 
 
 My Father's house on high 338 
 
 My God, I thank thee, who hast made 142 
 
 My God, my Father, while I stray 186 
 
 My God, my king, thy various praise 63 
 
 My heart is resting, O my God 144 
 
 Mysterious Presence, source of all 120 
 
 My tempted soul, arise and fight 262 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXXV. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 310 
 
 New every morning is the love 21 
 
 No change of times shall ever shock 19 
 
 Not always on the mount may we 100 
 
 Not yet I love my God 268 
 
 Now God be praised by all 134 
 
 Now lift we to our God on high 369 
 
 Now sing we a song for the harvest 359 
 
 Now with creation's morning song 17 
 
 O beautiful, our country 366 
 
 O blessed life, the heart at rest 308 
 
 O breathe upon this languid frame 44 
 
 Of all the precious gifts, O Lord 271 
 
 O Father ! though the anxious fear 54 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God 300 
 
 Oft as we run the weary way 117 
 
 Oft, Lord, I weary in thy work 252 
 
 Oft when of God we ask 215 
 
 O God, beyond that boundless sea 81 
 
 O God by whom the seed is given 370 
 
 O God, in thy autumnal skies 360 
 
 O God, in whom we live and move 60 
 
 O God, my strength, my hope 205 
 
 O God of ages, by whose hand 128 
 
 O God, our help in ages past 126 
 
 O God, thou art my God alone 28 
 
 O God, thy power is wonderful 59 
 
 O God, what sacrifice can I 199 
 
 O God, while generations flee 349 
 
 O God, who know'st how frail we are 266 
 
 O God, whose law is in the sky 245 
 
 O grant us light, that we may know 284 
 
 O help us, Lord, each hour of need 290 
 
 O it is hard to work for God 230 
 
 O life that makest all things new 53 
 
 O Lord and Master of us all 101 
 
 O Lord, how happy should we be 169 
 
 O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea 148 
 
 O Lord of life and love and power 225 
 
 O Lord of life, thy quickening voice 26 
 
 O Lord, the Saviour and Defence 125 
 
 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart 201 
 
 O Lord, where'er thy people meet 41 
 
 O Love divine, of all that is 170 
 
 O Love divine, whose constant beam 121 
 
 O Master, may I walk with thee 95 
 
 O Master of my soul 306 
 
 O Name all other names above 123 
 
 One gift, my God, I seek 287 
 
XXXVI. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 One holy church of God appears 329 
 
 One thing I of the Lord desire 269 
 
 O not remote from human ill 196 
 
 O not to one, but all, our God 255 
 
 Onward, onward, though the region 232 
 
 Open thine eyes, my soul, and see 16 
 
 O praise the Lord our God 297 
 
 O saints of old ! not yours alone 32 
 
 O sometimes gleams upon our sight 331 
 
 O source divine, and life of all 64 
 
 O Spirit of the living God 318 
 
 O still, in accents sweet and strong 250 
 
 O the silences of heaven 83 
 
 O Thou, by long experience tried 174 
 
 O thou great Friend to all the sons of men 98 
 
 O Thou, in all thy might so far 61 
 
 O thou not made with hands 317 
 
 O Thou, the One Supreme o'er all 57 
 
 O Thou to whom, in ancient time 39 
 
 O Thou true life of all that live 380 
 
 O Thou who art of all that is 177 
 
 O Thou, who deignest from above 202 
 
 O Thou, who hast at thy command 172 
 
 O Thou, whose perfect goodness crowns 352 
 
 O Thou, whose spirit witness bears 56 
 
 Our God ! our God ! thou shinest here 333 
 
 Out of the dark the circling sphere 320 
 
 O worship the King, all-glorious above 8 
 
 O ye who, with undoubting eyes 226 
 
 O yield not in the day when strength and courage fail . . 229 
 
 Pour blessed gospel, glorious news for man 327 
 
 Praise the Lord ! ye heavens adore him 73 
 
 Praise to God, and thanksgiving 354 
 
 Purer yet and purer 304 
 
 Quiet from God ! How blessed 'tis to keep 274 
 
 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart 261 
 
 Receive Messiah gladly 87 
 
 Rejoice ! the Lord is King 71 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord 136 
 
 See how great a flame aspires 115 
 
 Shall we grow weary in our watch 107 
 
 Silent and soft, the first faint gleam of day 90 
 
 Silent like men in solemn haste 227 
 
 Sing with our might, and uplift our glad voices 122 
 
 Slowly by thy hand unfurled 36 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXXV11. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Soldier of the cross, obey 242 
 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise 238 
 
 Sometimes a light surprises 159 
 
 Sovereign and transforming grace 52 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed 210 
 
 Speak with us, Lord ! thyself reveal 295 
 
 Spirit divine, attend our prayer 51 
 
 Spirit of God, thine earnest give 240 
 
 Spirit of grace, and health, and power 49 
 
 Spirit of sacred happiness 217 
 
 Spirit of Truth ! our fathers reared 330 
 
 Spirit of Truth, who makest bright 280 
 
 Stand up and bless the Lord 9 
 
 Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh .... 29 
 Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary . . 183 
 
 Still with thee, O my God 307 
 
 Summer suns are glowing 358 
 
 Supreme Disposer of the heart 302 
 
 Supreme in wisdom, as in power 152 
 
 Teach me, my God and King 214 
 
 Teach me to live, thy purpose to fulfil 221 
 
 Thanks to God for those who came 116 
 
 The day is past and over 373 
 
 The day of prayer is ending 379 
 
 The glory of the spring how sweet 356 
 
 The God of love my shepherd is 131 
 
 The Lord be with us as we bend 371 
 
 The Lord hath said, ' Seek ye my face ' 294 
 
 The Lord is come ! On Syrian soil 91 
 
 The Lord is rich and merciful 164 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 132 
 
 The Lord will come and not be slow 326 
 
 The morning breaks upon my eyes 27 
 
 The night is come, wherein at last we rest 375 
 
 The past is dark with sin and shame 332 
 
 The saints on earth and those above 339 
 
 The spacious firmament on high 72 
 
 There is a book, who runs may read 78 
 
 There's a wideness in God's mercy 156 
 
 The thought of God, the thought of thee 189 
 
 The world may change from old to new 346 
 
 They passed away from sight and hand 340 
 
 Thirsting for a living spring 50 
 
 Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness 257 
 
 Thou Grace Divine, encircling all 163 
 
 Thou hidden love of God, whose height 273 
 
 Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow 187 
 
 Thou knowest, Lord, thou know'st my life's deep story. . 263 
 
 Thou life within my life, than self more dear 66 
 
XXXV111. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Thou long disowned, reviled, oppressed 313 
 
 Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand 243 
 
 Thou, Lord, through every changing scene 133 
 
 Through the night of doubt and sorrow 231 
 
 Thy influence, mighty God, is felt 286 
 
 Thy kingdom come — on bended knee 335 
 
 Thy way is in the deep, O Lord 173 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 185 
 
 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze 376 
 
 'Tis not for aught myself may gain 65 
 
 'Tis not for nothing, Lord, we read 216 
 
 'Tis not for us, and our proud hearts 139 
 
 To-day be joy in every heart 89 
 
 To-day is thine for act and thought 220 
 
 To God, most high, draw near 7 
 
 Too great it seemed that thou shouldst deign to come . . 265 
 
 To preach Good Tidings ! this the call 249 
 
 To thank thee, Lord, for this new morn 22 
 
 To the cross, O Lord, we bear in 
 
 To thee, my God, my days are known 175 
 
 To thee O God in heaven 361 
 
 'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt 293 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 150 
 
 We come unto our fathers' God 124 
 
 We limit not the truth of God 315 
 
 We name thy name, O God 270 
 
 We praise thee, Lord, with earliest morning ray 14 
 
 We praise thee oft for hours of bliss 178 
 
 We pray no more made lowly wise 67 
 
 We wait in faith, in prayer we wait 334 
 
 What comforts, Lord, to those are given 184 
 
 What thou wilt, O Father, give 219 
 
 When across the inward thought 292 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God 135 
 
 When arise the thoughts of sin 105 
 
 When courage fails, and faith burns low 316 
 
 When darkness long has veiled my mind 182 
 
 When for me the silent oar 345 
 
 When I survey life's varied scene 143 
 
 When my love to God grows weak 108 
 
 When spring unlocks the flowers 353 
 
 When the day of toil is done 364 
 
 When the light of day is waning 291 
 
 When the Lord of love was here 93 
 
 When the paschal evening fell 103 
 
 Where ancient forests widely spread 55 
 
 Wherefore, Lord, abides no might 272 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. XXXIX. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Where is he that came to save 112 
 
 1 Where is your God ' ? they say 80 
 
 While thee I seek, protecting power 140 
 
 Wilt thou not visit me ? 20 
 
 Without haste and without rest 213 
 
 With the new year the old sure refuge still 348 
 
 Work on, while it is called to-day 254 
 
 Ye holy angels bright 2 
 
 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 5 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord 224 
 
 Young souls, so strong the race to run 253 
 
 You that have spent the silent night ,. 13 
 
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