saeBSM ^^.(<^ mm ^ft¥S ^.^>S*aa ^,, LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ®(ptp* (Sojnpsjjjji !$o* UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. -9 VHsr^SI -v$ iur^-= JSsflfc. I ■•" &&& « Laus Deo. liigh ano mighty i£o& ano Sauiour! 3n the earth thy mill be done: Halloweb be thy Wame foreuer, Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit! Lor6 ]ehouah! iSlory be to Chee alone. Hymns and A FEW Metrical Psalms Thomas MacKellar. cSpcaning to noursrlbrs in psalms antj rjgmns antJ spiritual songs, singing ano making mrlotm tottt) gour fjcart to tije ILorti. Eph. v. 19. PHILADELPHIA: PORTER & COATES. /ST 3 The Library of Congress Washington Copyright, 1883, by Thomas MacKellar. Preface. ^OME of the hymns in this volume were written before a busy life had passed its noontide: others when the rays of the westering sun were falling slantwise. The latest were the outcome (as well as the alleviation) of times of anguish and bereavement. A few of the earlier pieces have come into use in various hymnals. All that may be deemed fitting are at the service of the church. T. McK. German to ivy, Pa. April, 1883. First Lines. PAGE After the darkness of the night 40 Again I take with hopeful heart 52 All praise to Thee, the triune One 16S Alone with God to-day 34 A prisoner of the Lord 102 Art thou in thy spirit lowly 78 As children dwelling in their home 112 At Jesus' feet I take my place 124 At the door of mercy sighing 60 Bear the burden of the present 8S Be not anxious for the morrow 30 Be not disquieted, my soul ! 22 Beside thee there is none 16S Blessed be thy name forever 58 Book of grace and book of glory ! 156 Cast thy burden on the Lord ! 132 Christ is risen! O the wonder! 139 9 io FIRST LINES, PAGE Day is breaking in the sky . 16 Draw nigh to the Holy 66 Far away the Saviour saw me .. 46 Far distant from my Father's house 92 Father! in my life's young morning 150 Give me a foothold on the rock 126 Give me to know thy will, O God 44 Glory be to God on high ! 138 Glory in the highest! glory! 169 Glory to God in the highest ! 13 Glory to thee evermore! . 168 God has said it, — and his promise 82 Hallow'd day of sacred rest 68 I give myself to God 120 I have no hiding-place 38 I lift my longing eyes 162 I long for God, the living God 98 In tearless anguish once I lay 74 In the hidden ways of life 114 In the midnight and the storm 116 In the vineyard of our Father 146 In vain the ways of Providence 54 I thank the Lord my Maker 15 2 I will extol thee every day 164 I would I were content to be 20 FIRST LINES. II PAGE Jehovah reigns ! Let earth rejoice 159 Jesus! when my soul is parting 62 Let all the people sing a psalm 96 Lord, take and lead me as a child 50 My soul cries out to God 48 My soul is resting in God's peace 64 No tongue of man has ever told 108 O gracious Father ! send us showers .... 72 O holy, holy, holy Lord 16S O land of day, eternal day 136 O the agonizing prayer 130 O the blessedness of leaning 24 Over the earth a stillness comes 94 Rest and peace for Jesus' sake! 128 Some day the word will come to me .... 104 Sometimes, in quiet revery 134 The billows round me rise and roll 70 The blessing of the Sabbath-day 106 The darkness of the night came down .... 80 The day is wearing fast away 76 The day of wrath, that certain day 142 The dusty paths of earth defile 118 12 FIRST LINES. PAGE The morning of the centuries 42 The morning stars were singing 148 The pathway to the mercy-seat 122 There is a land immortal 84 Though darkness turn the skies to night. . . 26 Thy love, O Holy Father 169 Tis well that thou, my God, shouldst be . . 86 Unseen by them, a glorious host 90 Upon the pillow of Thy love 18 Was Jesus tempted like as we 36 Watchers call'd to work for Jesus 32 W T hat though the way be storm-begirt .... 28 W 7 hen he waketh, when he sleepeth 100 Where could I go but unto thee no While some may run an easy pace 56 Who bids the wind to blow? 154 Hymns. 8,5- 3 multitude of tfjf fjcabcnlg f)ost praising £o"D, an& saoing, #IorD to 4£oti in tfje rjigrjest.— Luke ii. 13, 14. r^hORY to God in the highest! ^ The day of all days Awakens our praise, — The thrice-blessed morn When Jesus was born, — The name that the church glorifieth: Glory to God ! Glory to God ! Glory to God in the highest! 11. Glory to God in the highest ! Let heaven resound To its uttermost bound With anthems of praise Both now and always, 13 14 HYMNS. While seraph to seraph replieth, Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God in the highest! in. Glory to God in the highest! L,et earth, with its hills, Its valleys and rills, Re-echo his praise Both now and always, While mountain to mountain-top crieth, Glory to God ! Glory to God! Glory to God in the highest ! IY. Glory to God in the highest! His goodwill and peace To men will not cease: The church lifts her voice While angels rejoice, And her song with the seraphim's vieth : Glory to God! Glory to God ! Glory to God in the highest! HYMNS. 15 Glory to God in the highest! The bountiful Lord, — The Father, the Word, The Spirit,— whose praise Both now and always On the wings of infinity flieth : Glory to God ! Glory to God! Glory to God in the highest ! 1 6 HYMNS. II 7's. I lattr me tiofam arttr slept; £ ainafeeti; for tfje 5Lorti sustained me. Ps. iii. 5- I. T^\AY is breaking in the sky; Restful night has pass'd away: Now I lift my early cry, Lead thy servant, Lord, to-day. ii. Jesus, Master! forth I go, Taking up my 'custom'd task: Teach me what I need to know, — Give me what I ought to ask. in. I see not the way before, But I go at thy command, Entering gladly duty's door, Led by thy directing hand. HYMNS. 17 IV. Take away my sin and guilt, Make me whiter than the snow: Be my will just what Thou wilt, Asking not, Why is it so? May my soul, impell'd by love, Do whate'er thy Spirit saith, That my life this day may prove, Through thy grace, the power of faith. VI. Glory to Thee evermore! Glory in the uttermost ! Heaven and earth thy name adore, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 1 8 HYMNS. Ill CM. 2ea, ti)ou sf)alt Ite Uoftm, anti tf)g sleep stall fce sfoeet.— Prov. iii. 24, T T PON the pillow of Thy love My weary head I lay, Assured that watchers from above Will round about me stay. 11. The weaned child, subdued and still, Sleeps on its mother's breast; So I, submissive to thy will, Lean on thy strength for rest. in. The sighs, and tears, and agony That marr'd the hours of day, Subside as tempests on the sea In silence die away. HYMNS. 19 IV. The restful peace of answer'd prayer Is in my chasten'd heart: My fears, my sorrows, and my care At thy command depart. O Lord, my God, my strength, my hope, In thee I find repose: Vouchsafe my grateful eyes shall ope As softly as they close. 2o HYMNS. IV CM. E\)z mag of man is not in Jitmsrlf: it is not in man tijat bjaliutf) to tsived f)i2 steps.— Jer. x. 23. T WOUIyD I were content to be Just as my Lord shall will, So I with cheerful constancy His purpose may fulfil. 11. O may I be content to lay My hourly griefs and cares Upon His arm that every day His children's burden bears: in. Nor proudly strive to carry part And leave to Him the rest, So losing comfort of the heart And healing of the breast. HYMNS, 21 IY. Though I should ask the Lord to show Some greater things to do, May I be ever quick to go On humble errands too: To run in haste, or waiting stand, Content to go or stay, While watching for his guiding hand To point the fitting way. VI. Whatever work the day shall bring, May I set Thee before, And give to Thee, O Christ, my King, The glory evermore. 22 HYMNS. V CM. £t sfyall camz to pass, tijat at gbtning time it sf)all he ligfjt. Zech. xiv. 7. I. T) K not disquieted, my soul! *^ 'Tis grace that moves the Power Whose hand thy destinies control In every varying hour. 11. When sorrows fall, he wraps the heart The closer in his love: If here he takes away a part, He'll give thee all above. in. Why tremble when thy God shall lay A shadow on thy path? Not e'en the dark, distressful day Portends a night of wrath. HYMNS. 23 IV. The heavy clouds that, dark and dun, Thine upward pathway hide, Shall blaze with glory when the sun Goes down at eventide. And light from God's abiding-place Shall fix the raptured eye, The light of love in Jesus' face, To welcome thee on high. 24 HYMNS. VI 8,7,4. Cast ti)2 burton upon tfje ILortf, ano ije sf)all sustain tfjee. — Ps. Iv. 22. I. f~\ THE blessedness of leaning ^^ On a strength beyond thine own! O the fulness of the meaning— O the sweetness of the tone — Cast thy burden On thy loving Lord alone. 11. Often weary, } r et contending, — Beaten down, again to rise, — On his help alone depending, Looking up with trustful eyes, — Cast thy burden On the arm that built the skies. in. Take his easy yoke upon thee, Lowly be like him in heart: HYMNS. 25 Child, it was his love that won thee, Will he bid thee now depart With thy burden, When thy soul is full of smart? IV. Long ago the word was written, — Word to generations blest, — Hear it, children sorely smitten, Hear it, ye of troubled breast, — Cast thy burden On the Lord: he'll give thee rest. mWm^ 26 HYMNS. VII CM. StSfKn ma spirit baas obrrruijelmeti foifyin me, ti]eu tfjou ktufotst mg patfj. — Ps. cxlii. 3. HPHOUGH darkness turn the skies to night, Though sorrows fill the air, Nor moon nor stars my pathway light, Yet thou art with me there. 11. I cannot see thee, but I know A stronger arm than mine Upholds me in the time of woe, — Jesus! that arm is thine. in. Though words may fail when I would pray, And mute I lift my hands, Thou hearest what I cannot say, And Gabriel near me stands. HYMNS. IV. A just God and a Saviour, thou Art full of love and grace : Before thy majesty I bow With glad and trustful face. Thy sovereign grace gives sweet relief, Dispelling faithless gloom, And the dark chamber of my grief Becomes a sunn)' room. \ 28 HYMNS. VIII CM. £ fotll be fcoitfj tfjce: 5 bill not fail tfjce, nor forsake trjte. Josh. i. 5. ^11 /'HAT though the way be storm-begirt, If Jesus lead thee on ! Thou shalt not suffer loss or hurt, Nor walk the path alone. 11. Must thou do battle on the way? The arm of God is thine : Does he unprop thine earthly stay? Upon that arm recline. in. Has he not pledged his word to save? Will he himself deny? Will he not hold thee fast who gave His Son for thee to die? HYMNS. 29 IV. The Father chasteneth whom he will, And some he wills to spare ; But not the less he loveth still The souls that meekly bear. O Lord, my timorous heart control; Forgive my doubt and sin : Open the windows of my soul And let thy sunlight in. s 3o HYMNS. IX 8, 7 . a8ef)oITj tf)e tn'rtrs of tfje fjeabm, tfjat ti)CD sofo not, ndtijer 00 t^eg reap, nor gather into tarns; antj gour ijeaoenlg jFatijcr fecoetl) ti3cm. 3Se not therefore anxious for tfje morroin: for tije morrofco frill bz anxious for itself.— Matt. vi. 26, 34. DE not anxious for the morrow, L,et the morrow have its cares: Soul, be not forecasting sorrow ; Grace is given to him who bears Crosses that he does not borrow: God controls the unawares. 11. Neither sowing, neither reaping, Gathering not to store away, Birds are in the Father's keeping, — Cares he not when children pray? Why then, faithless, sighing, weeping, Doubt him for the coming day? HYMNS. 31 in. Lilies, toiling not nor spinning, Gleam in robes beyond compare : Never king from time's beginning Had such glorious dress to wear : Souls that cost his life in winning Christ will keep with loving care. 1 \&> ^ i :V a^ v 3 ^H <^ 2,2 HYMNS. X 8, 7, 4 . 3SIcsseti are tfjose servants forijom trje ILorti trjrjcn fje rometfj sijall firttj fccatrtjing. — Luke xii. 37. OTatrij sc, stanti fast tn tf)c fat'tfj, quit gou l»'k* m m> &* strong. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. IITATCHERS call'd to work for Jesus, To the glory of his name, In the field where'er he pleases Our glad services to claim, — Ever ready ! This our watchword and our aim. 11. Watching for the revelation Of his glory and his grace, When the pow 7 er of his salvation Shall subdue earth's rebel race, — Always watching, Always standing in our place. HYMNS. in. Watching for the coming morning, Resting in the Saviour's might, Even now we see its dawning, See the shafts of heavenly light Pierce the darkness That enwrapt the world in night. IV. Watching while our hands are doing ; Loitering not on conquer' d ground Looking forward, still pursuing, While the golden trumpets sound ; King eternal ! True to thee iwxy we be found. Watching, hoping, toiling, praying, Till the victory is won, May we then hear Jesus saying, "Toilers, rest! your work is done!" As we enter Homes of rest be}^ond the sun. 34 HYMNS. XI S. M. Come, mg people, niter tfjem into trjg d;amftcrs, ano %\>v\ tfjg Boors aoout ti)ee. — Isa. xxvi. 20. ALONE with God to-day, ^^ My soul subdued and still, My thoughts ascend the upward way To Moses' lonely hill. 11. From Nebo's utmost height Mine eyes look longingly To the far distant land of light Beyond the glassy sea. in. I seem no stranger there, No traveller unknown: For in that heavenly land so fair, My Lord is on the throne. HYMNS. 35 IV. Among the company Who serve Him day and night, Dear ones who walk'd on earth with me Walk now in robes of white. Their work and waiting done, He call'd them of His grace; Their higher service is begun Before the Saviour's face. VI. I cannot know while here The bliss of that sweet land; But they have neither sin nor fear Who in His presence stand. VII. So I in gladness wait Before the Lord to-day, While catching glimpses through the gate Of glory far away. 36 HYMNS. XII CM. rjigfj priest... trjat ijatr) fcren trt all points tcmpteti like as iae arc, grt iaitrjout girt. — Heb. vi. 15. A \ TAS Jesus tempted like as we, VV The Holy One of God? Were paths of pain and poverty By him, our Master, trod ? 11. "Was there no place in all his earth To lay his head upon, A King of more than royal birth, Yea, God's eternal Son? in. If thus the sinless Saviour fared, Can I, dare I repine, When sorrow, want, and death he shared To make salvation mine ! HYMNS. 37 IV. O child redeem'd by his own blood, Why yield to anxious care ? Thou canst not sink beneath the flood When Christ is walking there. Think not thy Saviour does not see When Satan casts a dart : No arrow ever wounded thee That did not pierce his heart. VI. The great High Priest is touch 'd by all Thy weaknesses and woes ; And He, when grievous sorrows fall, Sufficient £race bestows. 38 HYMNS. XIII S. M. ILorir, trig strength, anfc mg fortress, artti mg refuge in trje Uao of affliction.— Jer. xvi. 19. T HAVE no hiding-place, No refuge from the blast, But in the arms of Jesus' grace Around about me cast. 11. Though I see not His hand, I feel its loving power : And guardian angels near me stand In my distressful hour. in. I dare not look within, But heavenward turn my gaze ; And lest my grief become my sin, My tongue breaks out in praise. HYMNS, 39 IY. Though tears mine eyes bedim, He dries the tears I shed ; And in my soul I sing a hymn, Content and comforted. 4 o HYMNS. XIV 8, 7, P. %\xa tfjat turitftf) tfje sfjatiato of aeati) into tfje morning. Amos v. 8. AFTER the darkness of the night Light cometh in the morning ; After the winter and its blight Spring wakes in new adorning. ii. After the sowing of the seed The harvest greets the reaper; After the day of loving deed Soft rest enfolds the sleeper. in. After the tempest's course is run A calm pervades the waters ; After the work of life is done God calls his sons and daughters. HYMNS. 41 IV. After the closing of the e}-e They wake with Christ in heaven After the final victory The crown of life is given. %sy 3 ) -^J-Y ''^— <- jtjs piS f* r ( ■' i ' 0- r^ \ • . ) ^ 1 - 1 **w 42 HYMNS. XV C. M. 5>o mtgfjtilD grcfo tfje foortJ of tfje ILortr anU prebatlcti. — Acts xix. 20. T^HE morning of the centuries Beheld a light arise, That in their heavenly ministries Ne'er fell on angels' eyes. n. Through all the ancient days it seenrd A planet new-begun ; It grew in fulness till it beam'd A sun beyond the sun. in. When earth with clouds of sin was dark, It made an open way ; E'en where it glimmer'd as a spark, Some souls received the ray; HYMNS. 43 IV. And they became the sons of God Amid a scoffing race ; While bloody was the way they trod. His peace lit up their face. v. The}^ seal'd their constancy with blood ; And where the martyrs died A multitude arose and stood, And God was glorified. VI. That sun has never ceased to shine Upon the King's domain, Pouring from heaven a light divine To make its pathway plain. VII. Till centuries shall be no more, Its light shall not grow dim; And Christ's redeem'd on heaven's shore Shall sing redemption's hymn. 44 HYMNS. XVI CM. ©rtier mg steps trt tijg inorti ; atr& Ut not ang tntqutts f)ao* tmmmtcm obfr me. — Ps. cxix. 133. /^iVE me to know thy will, O God, ^-* And may I see to-day A light from heaven upon my road To clearly point the way: 11. That I may know just what to do, And what to leave undone, And be unto thy service true From dawn to setting sun : in. That I may speak the timely word, And timely silence keep, — By passion's hasty words unstirr'd That cause the soul to weep: HYMNS. 45 IV. That I may hold my thoughts in check, And every wild desire That rises quick at pleasure's beck And flames into a fire : v. That I may kiss the needed rod, And patient bear the blow; And say, 'Tis from the love of God; My Father wills it so. VI. Lord Jesus! from thy holy place The Spirit on me breathe : Open the mantle of thy grace And keep my soul beneath. 46 HYMNS. XVII 8,7,4. JSttt tootle i)e fooag get afar off, tys father safo fji'm, anti teas moueti fcoitt) compassion. — Luke xv. 20. I. T^AR away the Saviour saw me, IyOSt and wandering in the wild: By his love he sought to draw me,— Me unworthy and defiled, — As a father Calls to him his erring child. 11. I saw not the hand that beckon'd, I heard not his gracious call, Till the joys on which I reckon'd, Worldly joys, had perish'd all ; Then his mercy L,ed me at his feet to fall. HYMNS. 47 in. Jesus broke the chains that bound me, And his freeman I became : Robes of grace he threw around me, Covering all my sin and shame : O how precious Is my great Deliverer's name ! IV. Over all and bless'd forever, God on his eternal throne, Who the bond of love can sever That unites to Christ his own? Lord Jehovah ! Glory be to Thee alone. 48 HYMNS. XVIII S. M. mg 64 HYMNS. XXVI CM. &i)t peace of ^ot(, foijid) passetf) all unoerstantrma;.— Phil, iv. 7. I. 1\/TY soul is resting in God's peace, Without a care or fear: The tumults of my bosom cease, For Christ my I^ord is here. 11. The Spirit poureth from on high A sanctifying tide ; And, bathing in its stream of joy, My soul is satisfied. in. He driveth curious doubts away, He giveth childlike faith ; And so I take the yea or nay Just as my Saviour saith. HYMNS. 6 s o IV. I have not other wish to be Than what my Lord ordains ; So what He knoweth best for me, That be my richest gains. v. A spirit meek and quieted Is better than a crown ; How rich the blessing on the head That Jesus sendeth down ! VI. Here in his banquet-house I bide, His banner o'er me love, And wait the coming eventide Of perfect peace above. 1870. 66 HYMNS. XXVII 6, 5. Praia rtigf) to (Soft, anti f)c fot'Ii oraoj ntgi) to gou.— James iv. 8. "TjRAW nigh to the Holy, Bend low at His throne ; There, penitent, lowly, Thy sinfulness own : There, there, if thou yearnest For pardon and rest, There, fervent and earnest, Prefer thy request. 11. Confess thy backsliding, Thy weakness and fears; In Jesus confiding, There pour out thy tears. Think not He will scorn thee, Though wretched thy case ; His hands will adorn thee With garments of grace. HYMNS. 67 in. More precious than treasure, More vast than the sea, His love has no measure Nor limit to thee. His easy yoke wearing, His pleasure abide ; In all thy cross-bearing, He'll walk by thy side. IV. Fear not the wild clangour That Satan may raise, So God's righteous anger But pass from thy ways. Whom Christ has forgiven Goes safety along, Till in the high heaven He sings the new song. Then kneel to the Holy, Bend low at His throne ; There, penitent lowly, Thy sinfulness own : There, soul! if thou yearnest For pardon and rest, There, fervent and earnest, Prefer thy request. l852 . 68 HYMNS. XXVIII 7's. $kmemt>eT tf)e safcoatf) bag, to fccrp it tolfi.— Ex. xx. 8. ^Crttr on tije gaobatf) tfjrs resteo arcorot'np; to tf)e commandment. Luke xxiii. 56. I. TTAIJyOW'D day of sacred rest, Welcome, welcome to my breast : All the week I've sigh'd to feel Bliss thine hours alone reveal. 11. Aching temples, throb no more ; Busy care, thy reign is o'er; Troublous thoughts, flee far away From this quiet resting-day. in. Faith's anticipations, rise! Iyeap the barriers to the skies : Upward soar, my soul, to Him Loved by saints and seraphim. HYMNS. 69 IV. Thankful praise, my lips, employ— Utter all my rapturous joy : Though o'er all things silence come, Can a ransom'd soul be dumb? v. Priceless moments ! rich and sweet : Happy soul ! at Jesus' feet, Rest, oh rest ! — when He is near, Lovingly, hast thou a fear? VI. Master ! lowly here I lie : Look on me with gracious eye ; Lay the yoke of love on me, Easy shall the burden be ! VII. Saviour ! may thy Sabbaths come Laden with the hope of home : On the day thy grace has given, Fit me for thyself and heaven. 1842. 7 o HYMNS. XXIX CM. EElfjat time 3E am afratt, E in ill trust in tijee.— Ps. lvi. 3. I. T^HB billows round me rise and roll, The storms of worldly care Beat heavily upon my soul, And shroud me in despair : Forsaken, comfortless, betray'd, With none to succour me, — Father! what time I am afraid, Then will I trust in Thee ! 11. As feeble as the bruised reed, Infirm to will or do ; Oft working out the ungrateful deed 'Twere better to eschew; How were the sinking soul dismay'd But for this refuge-plea, — Father, what time I am afraid, Then will I trust in Thee ! HYMNS. 71 in. When hope is faint, and faith is weak, And fears the bosom fill, And I a strong assurance seek That thou art gracious still ; I rest upon thy promise -word, To thine own truth I flee : Father, what time I am afraid, Then will I trust in Thee ! iy. • When saintly paleness marks my face, And dimness fills mine eye, And, hoping only in thy grace, I bow my head to die ; If, entering in the vale of shade. Nor sun nor star I see, Father, what time I am afraid, Then will I trust in Thee ! 1853- ;§f§§; 72 HYMNS. XXX CM. %z pragctr agam ; arrti tfje fjcabm gabe ram, anti tfje eartfj brought fortf) fjer fruit.— James v. 18. I. C\ GRACIOUS father! send us showers, ^^^ The gentle showers of rain, To cheer the corn, the grass, the flowers, On mountain-side and plain. ii. Command the pregnant clouds to rise And vail the fiery sun, While from the fountains of the skies The streams of blessing run. in. O gracious Father ! send us showers ; The cattle mutely stand Amid the scorch'd and wither'd bowers; Have mercy on our land ! HYMNS. IV. The spider's web is on the mead, The worm consumes the leaf; And all thy works before Thee plead The silent plea of grief. O gracious Father ! send us showers ; Regard our earnest cries ; But meek submission still be ours While our petitions rise. VI. To Thee each living thing looks up ; Thou mad'st— thou'lt not destroy : The overflow of mercy's cup Shall wake creation's joy. 1852. 74 HYMNS. XXXI l. M. JTor so \)t gtbctf) f)ts fcelobcti sleep. — Ps. cxxvii. 2. I. TN tearless anguish once I lay, -*■ And every tender string of life Was rudely smitten by disease, And nature quiver'd in the strife. 11. To God I look'd for help the while The lingering moments seem'd to creep, These words of grace broke on my mind, "He giveth his beloved sleep." in. A gentle peace, like evening winds In summer from the ocean's breast, Moved o'er my sighing, sinking soul, And soothed my murmurings all to rest ; HYMNS. 75 IV. And through that weary night of pain, When it were manliness to weep, My soul was comforted by this, "He giveth his beloved sleep/' v. When prison'd long, my soul would fain Leap through her fragile walls and flee, But on the unmeasured life beyond She, halting, gazes tremblingly : VI. Then may I simply trust in Him Whose arms his feeblest follower keep, And close mine eyes, and say, in death, "He giveth his beloved sleep!" 1842. fcfei -*- 76 HYMNS. XXXII CM. £r eber tfje gtlber corb bt loosetr, or tfje jgoltien fcofol he broken. Eccl. xii. 6. HPHE day is wearing fast away, The night is coming on, To end the earthly pilgrimage Begun at being's dawn. ii. The voice of earthly friends no more Within my soul can reach ; Another world hath round me grown, Earth hath another speech. in. Now fain am I to go when He Who sent me here shall call : I wait his gentle breath to cause The ancient tree to fall. HYMNS. 77 IY. I long to lay my burden down, And in earth's bosom rest As calmly as an infant sleeps Upon its mother's breast. Welcome, approaching shades of even, By idling triflers shunn'd ! I see the immortal life of heaven, And Christ, my God, beyond ! 7 8 HYMNS. XXXIII 8, 7, 4. ^der inas jjrubetr oerause f)e saiti unto fy'm tf)e tfjirti time, SLooest tijou me? <3no fj* sato unto t)tm, SLortr, tf)au fmotet all tljtngg; tijou fenotoest ttjat 3t looc ttice. — John xxi. 17. ART thou in thy spirit lowly, ^ Like the Man of Nazareth? Art thou seeking to be wholly Join'd to him, come life, come death? Lov'st thou Jesus More than thine own vital breath? 11. Is thy bosom full of sorrow? Is a cloud upon thy way? Why the worldling's burden borrow? Child of grace and promise, say ! Lov'st thou Jesus? Joy should be thy guest to-day. HYMNS. 79 in. Hath God made all men to praise thee ? Or art thou to fame unknown ? Only seek that he should raise thee Up to an immortal throne. Lov'st thou Jesus? He'll provide for all his own. IV. Care not thou how low thy station, If thy God hath chosen thee Heir of glory and salvation Xow and evermore to be ! Lov'st thou Jesus? Life is thine eternally. 1870. | ~v : - 8o HYMNS. XXXIV CM. Efyzn f)e arose, antr rrimketi tf)c fomtis anfr ttje 2ra ; anti tfjere frag a great cairn, — Matt. viii. 26. HPHE darkness of the night came down And on my soul it lay, As if my righteous Maker's frown Were gathering round my way. 11. As lonely as if I alone In all the earth were left,- As helpless as an infant-one Of mother's care bereft, — in. How swift and sure had been my doom Had Christ forgotten me ! A voice arose amid the gloom, "Thy Saviour loveth thee!" HYMNS. IV. Immediately there was a calm, A calm without, within ; For Jesus wrote upon my palm Full pardon of my sin. v. The inward tempests rage no more. The spirit's sorrows cease, When Jesus stands upon the shore, And gently whispers, " Peace!" 3P? 82 HYMNS. XXXV 8, 7, 4. £ gijall gtbe tf)ce tf)e f)tatf)en for tfjtne inheritance, arttr tfje uttermost parts of tf)e eartf) for tf)2 possession.— Ps. ii. 8. I. /^OD has said it, — and his promise ^ J " Stands as firmly as his throne, — Earth shall be a sure possession Granted to his Son alone ; And the heathen Jesus' gracious reign shall own. 11. Where a soul in guilt is lying, There his gospel shall be sent; Iyife and grace for wretches dying, Balm for bosoms sad and rent: News of mercy, All shall hear the call, Repent! HYMNS. 83 in. Thou the Lord of all creation, Every living soul is thine : May the grace of thy salvation On the lands of darkness shine : Holy Spirit! To thyself the world incline. IV. Words of precious promise, spoken In thy faithfulness and love, Never, never can be broken While thou reignest King above : Let thy mercies Thy abounding goodness prove. 1841. ^fjjgtt^ 84 HYMNS. XXXVI 7,6. 3ca, t\)0UQf) £ fjoalft tfjrottcjf) tfje oalleg of tf)e gf)3tiofo of oeatf), 31 fcotll fear no eml : for tijou art totttj me ; tf)S *otJ anti tf)2 staff tfjcg comfort me. — Ps. xxiii. 4. T^HERE is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands ; Beside its ancient portal A sentry grimly stands: He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it Are mortal nevermore. 11. That glorious land is Heaven, And Death the sentry grim : The I^ord thereof has given The opening keys to him ; And ransom 'd spirits, sighing And sorrowful for sin, Pass through the gate in dying, And freely enter in. HYMNS. 85 in. Though dark and drear the passage That leads unto the gate, Yet grace attends the message To souls that watch and wait ; And at the time appointed A messenger comes down, And guides the Lord's anointed From cross to glory's crown. IV. Their sighs are lost in singing ; They're blessed in their tears : Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears. Death like an angel seeming, "We welcome thee!" they cry: Their eyes with glory gleaming, 'Tis life for them to die. 1845. -4=h4*£ 86 HYMNS. XXXVII L. M. £t is (Hoti inf^icf) fcoorfeetf) tn gou fcotf) to footll anti to foork, for Ijt's gooti pleasure. — Phil. ii. 13. I. T^IS well that thou, my God, shouldst be ■^ The master of my destiny ; For were my lot placed in my hand, Where should my sure salvation stand? 11. Beset around with wily snares, And cumber'd with uncounted cares, What arm but thine alone can hold My soul within thy saving fold? in. The things of sense allure mine eyes, And sudden sins my soul surprise : Were I no more thy grace to share, Then naught were left me but despair. HYMNS. IV. I know that I am safe with thee ; Then in th} T hands my portion be : I cannot fear what may betide When on thyself my hopes abide. Let sinless ones on merit stand, I seek for mercy at thy hand : No other way of help I see, Thy grace in Christ must work for me. VI. A wretch were I to lean upon The works my erring hands have done : I stand a suppliant, with the plea, Atoning blood was shed for me. VII. O let thy Spirit day by day Uphold me in the upward way: Enough for me that thou wilt keep The feeblest of thy chosen sheep. 1846. HYMNS. XXXVIII 8, 7. ILet not gour fjeart oe trotttiletr: ge oeliebe in d£oti, oeliebe also in me. John xiv. 1. 13EAR the burden of the present, Let the morrow bear its own ; If the morning sky be pleasant, Why the coming night bemoan? 11. If the darken'd heavens lower, Wrap thy cloak around thy form ; Though the tempest rise in power, God is mightier than the storm. in. Steadfast faith and hope unshaken Animate the trusting breast ; Step by step the journey's taken Nearer to the land of rest. HYMNS. 89 IV. All unseen, the Master walketh By the toiling servant's side : Comfortable words he talketh, While his hands uphold and guide. v. Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow Rends thy breast to him unknown ; He to-day and He to-morrow Grace sufficient gives his own. VI. Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, Long endurance wins the crown : When the evening shadows lengthen, Thou shalt lay the burden down. 1852. wasw , 90 HYMNS. xxxix cm. & f)ost compassed tfje ritg botfy irn'tf) Worses anti cfjartotg. 2 Kings vi. 15. I. T TNSEEN by them, a glorious host ^ About God's people stand: The heavenly watchers hold the post At his supreme command. 11. There is no child of God too high To need their constant care, And none too deep in poverty Their daily help to share. in. When loved ones go, and earth is lone, As if no friend were near, Then unseen angels from the throne Bring helpful words of cheer. HYMNS. 91 IV. The sun of hope breaks through our gloom, And wondering whence it came, We start, like Alary at the tomb When Jesus calPd her name. Say, who can snatch from God away His blood-redeemed ones? And who the heavenward course can stay Of God Almighty's sons ? 8* 92 HYMNS. XL CM. 2£fje ransonutJ of tfje 5Lortr , . . gfjall rome to Zion foitf) songg, Isa. xxxv. 10. I. "T^AR distant from my Father's house A I would no longer stay ; But gird my soul and hasten on, And sing upon the way ! ii. The skies are dark, the thunders roil, And lightnings round me play ; Let me but feel my Saviour near, I'll sing upon the way ! in. The night is long and drear, I cry ; O when will come the day? I see the morning-star arise, And sing upon the way ! HYMNS. 93 IV. When care and sickness bow my frame, And all my powers decay, I'll ask Him for His promised grace, And sing upon the way ! He'll not forsake me when I'm old, And weak, and blind, and gray ; 111 lean upon his faithfulness, And sing upon the way ! VI. When angels bear me home to heaven, Disrobed of mortal clay, I'll enter in the pearly gates, And sing upon the way ! 1842. 94 HYMNS. XLI 8, 7, p. &\)t Horti ts gooti tn all ; anti ijts rentier merries are ober all t)ts friorfes. — Ps. cxlv. 9. I. /^YER the earth a stillness comes, ^^ The eventide is falling : Lord, bless all dwellers in their homes Who on thy name are calling. 11. Thy blessing on the toiler rest; The over-worn and weary; The dying, and the comfortless To whom the earth is dreary. in. Thy blessing on the child to-night; Thy blessing on the hoary ; The maiden clad in beauty bright, The young man in his glory. HYMNS. 95 IY. Thy blessing on my fellow-race, Of every clime and nation : May they partake thy saving grace, O Giver of salvation. If any man have wrought me wrong, Still blessings be upon him : May I in love to him be strong, Till charity have won him. VI. Thy blessings on me, from of old, My God ! I cannot number : I wrap me in their ample fold, And sink in trustful slumber. 1853- 96 HYMNS. XLII L. M. 2Tafu a psalm, anti fcrtng fjftijer tfje timbrel, tije pleasant ijarp fcoiti) tf)e psalters— Ps. lxxxi. 2. I. T ET all the people sing a psalm, •^ A stately psalm of solemn praise, "While sitting in the holy calm, The calm befitting Sabbath days. 11. Come, chant the words King David sang When heavenly airs around him swept, And lion's tents with music rang, While holy day the singers kept. in. The King of glory on his throne, The Ancient of eternal days, The infinite and triune One, Immortal strains become his praise. HYMNS. 97 IV. Let all the tribes of Adam's race, With thankful voice and lifted palms, E'er magnify his truth and grace And laud him in the ancient psalms. 98 HYMNS. XLIII CM. Ef ang man tijtrst, let f)tm come unto me, antr fcrmfe.— John vii. 37. T LONG for God, the living God ; I hunger for his grace : I long to see as I have seen My heavenly Saviour's face. II. The earth has not a home for me Where I would always stay : let me take my pilgrim-staff And speed my upward way. in. 1 would not be afraid to live, Nor yet afraid to die ; Nor wish to end my working days, Or make them faster fly. HYMNS. 99 IV. But I would hide myself beneath Jehovah's sheltering wing, And wait till his appointed hour Shall life immortal bring-. v. Lord, may I learn to work or wait, Just as thy word is given, — Not loitering idly at the gate That opens into heaven. v W - j > ioo HYMNS. XLIV 8, 7. f)om tfje 5Lorti lofa^tf) f)e rfjassteiutf), anti srourgetf) eberg son frif)om i)e rernbetf).— Heb. xii. 6. II THEN he waketh, when he sleepeth, * V When he toileth in the day, Him the Father safely keepeth Who makes Christ his only stay. 11. If he wanders, God will chasten Him with many stripes or few, Till his erring footsteps hasten To the mercy-seat anew. in. If he meekly beareth crosses, And his eyes yet look to heaven, God will turn to gain his losses, Yea, to him will much be given. HYMNS. 101 IV. Daily he will find a token That his Lord loves to the end : When the golden bowl is broken, Up to him shall he ascend. No more sin and no more sorrow, No more bitter tears to shed ; Heaven will have no sad to-morrow, But eternal day instead. t t io2 HYMNS. XLV s. M. &\)t 3Lortr frull strengthen f)tm upon tfje oeti of languishing. Ps. xli. 3. A PRISONER of the Lord, Awaiting his commands, My prison-house is amply stored With bounties from his hands. 11. He makes my pillow soft While prostrate, weak, and sore, And ministering angels oft Enter my chamber-door. in. Sweet love in every tone Is whisper' d round my bed : I know that none will give a stone Instead of strengthening bread. HYMNS. 101 IY. No fears my soul alarm ; My pains shall pass away : Christ puts his everlasting arm Beneath me all the day. v. How can I be cast down? Why wrap myself in gloom, And wear a care-begotten frown, When Christ is in the room? VI. God's strokes are not in wrath : The fruits that feed the soul Bestrew the strait and narrow path Unto the heavenly goal. io 4 HYMNS. XLVI L. M. cSecretlg saging, E\)z iHaster is fyzvz, anfr callrif) tf)te.— John xi. 28. COME day the word will come to me, ^ Arise ; the Master calls for thee. May I be ready then to go, Saying, Lord Jesus ! even so. 11. Will work I've purposed in my thought Be to my Master's pleasure wrought? And will more talents then be won, So that the Lord may say, Well done? in. Will tears be shed upon my bier By some I've help'd to comfort here? Will seed I've sown some fruitage bear Too late for me the joy to share? HYMNS. io< IV. Shall I on Jordan's farther side Find some redeemed and glorified To whom I pointed out the road Leading to that divine abode ? v. I cannot answer Yea or Nay : This only, Master, can I say : If I've done aught to honour thee, It was thy grace that wrought through me. VI. O blessed Lord, in me abide When I pass over Jordan's tide, That I with my last trembling breath May glorify thy name in death. io6 HYMNS. XLVII CM. 0n tfjat trag, tfjc first "Dag of tije foeeft, . . . Sesus came anti stooo in tfje mt'tist.— John xx. 19. ^THB blessing of the Sabbath-day Again our spirit cheers, And heaven seems not so far away That on our listening ears 11. Some sounds of music may not fall Struck on angelic lyres, Some anthems to the Lord, by all The high celestial choirs. in. Let our lips, too, break forth in praise To thee, O King of heaven, For this the chiefest of the days, The holiest of the seven. HYMNS. 107 rv. O Thou who on this day didst rise Omnipotent above, Reveal to our expectant eyes New glimpses of thy love. v. Come, Hoi}- Comforter, and show Thy gracious sovereign power, That we may more like Jesus grow In this accepted hour. VI. As on the day of Pentecost, Visit thy church again, That earth may join the heavenly host In praising Thee. Amen. -h4 * io8 HYMNS. XLVIII CM. Clings forjtri) cge sain not, arttr ear fytaxt! not, antr tofyri) entered not into tfje fycart of man.— i Cor. ii. 9. I. ]\JO tongue of man has ever told ^ ^ God's everlasting love ; No heart has known the manifold Delights prepared above. 11. Eye has not seen, ear has not heard These great and marvellous things, Laid up for all who trust his word, For poor as well as kings. in. God's children daily something learn While training in his schools : More clearly do their minds discern How gracious are his rules : HYMNS. 109 IV. Yet little can they apprehend What God has still in store ; For that which has no bound nor end They cannot reckon o'er. v. Glory to thee, eternal King ! Invisible, yet known To loving souls who daily bring Faith's offering to thy throne. HW 7/ _^^_- T . ; *-_^^5 no HYMNS. XLIX c.M. Ucsus satti therefore unto tf)f tfooribc, OToulti ge also go afoan? John vi. 67. I. 1UHERE could I go but unto thee, O man of Nazareth ? Thy blood was shed on Calvary To give me life for death ! 11. To whom, my Lord, but unto thee, O Son of God most high, When angels bend with reverent knee Before thy majesty? in. Where can I go but unto thee, The only refuge-tower Impregnable, where I can flee In sore temptation's hour? HYMNS. in IV. To whom need I go but to thee? Thou art the utmost sum Of every soul's necessity; — And therefore, Lord, I come. v. O Lamb of God, who cam'st to take The sin of man away, Fast hold me for thy mercy's sake, And I shall never stray. &&"62>X ii2 HYMNS. L CM. jfor as often as ge cat ti)ts orcatr, anti ornrk ttje rup, ge prorlat'm tije 3Lortfs ticatfj till f)* come— i Cor. xi. 26. AS children dwelling in their home By right of grace divine, Unto thy table, Lord, we come To take of bread and wine. 11. The bread shows forth thy body slain, The wine thy blood out-pour'd: To take away our sin and stain Cost thy dear life, O Lord. in. O may the Holy Ghost descend With blessing from above, That grateful praise may now ascend For thine amazing love. HYMNS. IV. Abide with us this holy day And fill us with thy peace, And while we gladly praise and pray, Lord, make our faith increase. v. Sit with us at the blessed feast, As in the day of old, Our high and sovereign Saviour-Priest, Thy glory to behold. ii 4 HYMNS. LI 7's. &t)cxz teas at tfje table miming in 3esu0* fcosom one of ijta tn'sctples, tol)om J)esus lobetr.— John xiii. 23. TN the hidden ways of life God's beloved may be found, Shut in from the things of strife, Hedged with mercies all around. 11. Born of God they know not when, Single is the faith they hold, Prying not with curious ken Into what has not been told. in. Like the saint of Patmos isle, In them love has potent sway, Israelites who have no guile, Passing on their heavenward way: HYMNS. 115 IV. By the loving, kindly deed, By the strengthening word of cheer, By the helpful hand in need, Glorifying Jesus here. v. Pointing out the path to heaven, Winning souls is their reward: When the welcome-call is given, Dying, the)- wake in the Lord. m&r< n6 HYMNS. LII 7's. Qftzv dc Sucre enligijtenetr, ge entmretr a great conflict of sufferings. Heb. x. 32. TN the midnight and the storm Some of God's beloved must go; Not for them the valleys warm, But the hills of crag and snow. 11. In the darkness call'd to stand, Fighting with a foe unseen, Friend nor lover at their hand, Strongly on their L,ord they lean. in. Chasten'd sore, bereaved, and lone, They with steadfast faith look up. Seeking, low before his throne, Grace to take the bitter cup. HYMNS. IV. Not the less beloved are they, Heirs with Christ, who suffer loss: They shall find, some coming day, Why 'twas theirs to bear the cross. v. Some the fight of faith must share ; Some endure the tempter's blows ; Testimony they must bear Christ is mightier than his foes. VI. As they lay their weapons by, Conquerors in the final strife, Glory be to God ! they cry. Entering into restful life. u8 HYMNS. LIU CM. Jfsus angioma fjim, It I foasrj tfjee not, tijou fjagt no part rxit'ti) nu. John xiii. 8. HPHE dusty paths of earth defile My sandals through the day; And vexing cares my soul beguile While toiling on the way. ii. How oft I lose the gracious sense Of nearness unto Thee ! How oft forget the providence That orders life for me! in. The daily good that I would do Is often unbegun; And evil I would fain eschew My heedless hands have done. HYMNS. 119 IY. At eventime, unsatisfied, I call the da}' to mind ; And by thy righteous standard tried, Shortcomings do I find. O Thou who, in thy graciousness, Didst wash thy servants' feet, Thy travel-stain'd disciple bless Before thy mercy-seat. VI. The robe of works that I have worn Is scant}' for my needs : Give me the robe of thy new-born, — Of faith and holv deeds. J 120 HYMNS. LIV s. m. %z are not gour otrm ; for |>e foere oougrjt fooitrj a price, i Cor. vi. 19, 20. T GIVE myself to God, My life, my soul, my all: He knows the devious paths I've trod, In mercy's hand I fall. 11. My sins I cannot count, Nor sum his favours up: I humbly kneel at mercy's fount And take salvation's cup. in. I proffer but his own; And may the Master take The gift I lay before his throne, For my Redeemer's sake. HYMNS. 121 IV. I give myself to God, For evermore to hold: I pass beneath the Shepherd's rod To bide within his fold. 122 HYMNS. LV C. M. ^Cntr t)tm ttiat cometty to me E iaill in no fcotse cast out.— John vi. 37. I. T^HE pathway to the mercy-seat ■*■ Is found of all who will; And they who kneel at Jesus' feet Find him a Saviour still. 11. As, when upon the earth he trod, None empty went away Who sought his blessing as their God, So we to him may pray. in. The child unto his parent runs For comfort and relief: So may the Lord's redeemed ones Go to him with their grief. HYMNS, IV. Yea, even in the busiest hour Unspoken prayer may rise, And blessings in a gracious shower Fall on us from the skies. v. We bless and magnify thy name, O Thou that answerest prayer: In every age thou art the same To all who trust thy care. ps i2 4 HYMNS. LVI cm. &0 mang as touri)** 1 J)i™ friere matie fcofjok.— Mark vi. 56. AT Jesus' feet I take my place : I touch his garment's hem : A helpless child in need of grace My Lord will not condemn. 11. I have no hope but in his love; His promise is my plea: I give myself to Him who strove E'en unto death for me. in. I only ask that I may know What he would have me do, That my obedient life may show The grace that bears me through. HYMXS. IV. I've nothing, Lord, to offer thee But this weak heart of mine : take it, Lord, and let it be Thine own, for ever thine. SL&§£l Xi Ijffl&nUwQ 126 HYMNS. LVII cm. ^ttti tf)e rork foas (Christ.— i Cor. x. 4. /^* I VE me a foothold on the rock : ^^ The billows round me roll : Let not their wild, impetuous shock O'erwhelm my trembling soul. O Thou that walkest on the wave, Thou Ruler of the sea, Stretch forth thy mighty arm to save The soul that calls on thee. 11. Give me a foothold on the rock, O Saviour of the lost ! The world and sin my struggles mock, And I am tempest-tost. I strive to reach an anchoring place : My God, give me a stay; Extend to me thy hand of grace, Lest I be cast away. HYMNS. in. Give me a foothold on the rock, Till voices 'yond the sea, Like evening chimings of the clock, Bid welcome home to me. The day of toil and watching o'er, The night of sorrow past, I step upon the eternal shore, And rest in peace at last. cV. ii* 128 HYMNS. LVIII 7's. SHje Horti lift up f)ts countenance upon tf)ce, antr gibe ttjee peace. Num. vi. 26. "DEST and peace for Jesus' sake! O my Father, hear my cry; Heal my bosom's bitter ache, While before thy feet I lie. 11. I have loved and I have lost Those whom I had prized too well: O'er my threshold sorrow cross'd When the cherish'd idols fell. in. I forgot that they were lent, And I claim'd them as my own, Till the message from thee sent Took them up before thy throne. HYMNS. 129 IY. Speak the word of peace to me; Pardon thy forgetful child: Let me find my rest in thee, Comforted and reconciled: v. Comforted, that loving eyes Shone so long within my home: Reconciled, that to the skies Thou didst bid the loved ones come. VI. Rest and peace for Jesus' sake! Father, at thy feet I kneel: Bruised reeds thou wilt not break, Thou the broken heart wilt heal. 130. HYMNS. LIX. . . . 7's. £f)nt comcti) Stsus fmtf) tf)rm unto a place calUtr tfktijsematu. Matt. xxvi. 36. f~^\ THE agonising prayer ^^^ Rising on the midnight air! "L,et this cup pass from thy Son: Not my will, but thine be done!' : Jesus in Gethsemane! 11. O the tears and bloody sweat Falling fast on Olivet! In thy lonely agony, Shedding crimson tears for me, Jesus in Gethsemane! in. O what wrath of earth and hell On thy head unpitying fell, When thy passion-time began, Bearer of the sin of man, Jesus in Gethsemane! HYMNS. 131 IV. Sorrow none had ever known Came upon thy soul alone: While its billows o'er thee swept, Near at hand thy followers slept, Jesus in Gethsemane! v. Waken me from sinful sleep : Faithful, loving, make me keep, Watching every hour with thee Who didst agonize for me, Jesus in Gethsemane ! VI. Crimson 'd once, but beauteous now, O what glory crowns thy brow! All the world shall bend the knee, Lord triumphant! unto thee, Conqueror in Gethsemane! 1S83. **5tf3&$S^ 132 HYMNS. LX 7'S. Casting all gour anxtctg upon fjt'm, because rje cautfj for sou. i Peter v. 7. /^AST thy burden on the Lord! ^ Is this message meant for me? May I take him at his word, And will he my helper be? 11. In my daily household care, In the business of the day, Will the Lord the burden bear Or his strength upon me lay? in. When the evil one shall cast Tempting baits to snare my soul, Or shall taunt me with the past, Will the Lord his power control? HYMNS. 133 IV. When the bitterness of grief Shall upon my bosom prey, Will he give me swift relief? Will he take the pain away? v. When the parting hour is near, Will his everlasting love Conquer every doubt and fear And the sting of death remove ? VI. 'Tis the promise of the Lord, Meant for me on ever}- day: Heaven and earth may fail, — his word Never once shall pass away. :4< i^'-i (£y°£>|o' <^\Q^ 134 HYMNS. LXI CM. ISeJjolti, mg servants sfjall stnig for jog of f)eart.— Isa. lxv. i. COMETIMES, in quiet re very, When day is growing dim, The heart is singing silently A sweet unwritten hymn. ii. The strains are not to measure wrought By cunning of the mind, But seem like hymnings angels brought From heaven, and left behind. in. The misty hills of b}^gone grief, Once dark to look upon, Stand out like blessings in relief Against the setting sun. HYMNS. 135 IV. The rain may fall, the wind may blow, The soul unhinderd sings, \Yhile, like the bird 'neath sheltering bough. She sits with folded wings, — A brief and pleasant resting space, A glance at Beulah land, Before she girds herself apace For work that waits the hand. VI. Then, giving thanks to Him who pour'd Refreshment in her cup, She hears the calling of her Lord And takes her labour up. 136 HYMNS. LXII C. M. P. %v& tfjcre sfjall bt rugf)t rto more; artti tfjcg turD no lt'gf)t of lamp, nettfjcr licjijt of sun.— Rev. xxii. 5. /^\ IyAND of da}^ eternal day, ^^ Unbroken by a night: No need of candle nor of sun Thy blessed fields to shine upon, — The Lamb of God thy light. 11. O land of life that cannot die, To mortals open'd up: No more the drooping of the eye, The parting word, the fitful sigh, The bitter-tasting cup. in. O land of rest and sweet content, The time of battle o'er, HYMNS. 137 The weary victors, laying down The cross, receive from Christ the crown To wear forevermore. IV. O land of beauty, beautiful Beyond the brightest dream Of poet in his time of power : No painter in his happiest hour Has caught its faintest gleam. v. IvOrd of the land ! Eternal King Of a domain so fair ! O give us grace to watch and wait, On duty at the outer gate, Till we may enter there. 1877. ' irr^ ' L i 3 8 HYMNS. LXIII 7, 6, p. $mra: blessing, antr filorg, anfc foistiom, antr tfjanksfjibinof, ant> fjonour, anti poinrr, anti migfjt, o* unto our (&oo for ebrr ano con:. — Rev. vii. 12. /^IvORY be to God on high! ^^ Glory in the highest ! Lord of wondrous majesty, Maker of the earth and sky: Saints redeem'd and angels cry, Glory be to God on high! Glory in the highest! 11. Glory be to God on high! Glory in the highest! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Praises in the uttermost Earth shall sing with heaven's host: Glory be to God on high! Glory in the highest! HYMNS. 139 LXIV 8, 8, 8.