BV 445 m ,00. ^"V : -lii§v /' »***<> ^ * * * 0o A *bo 1 C\ v . t • o . PORTSMOUTH SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN BOOK, COMPILED FOR THE USE SOUTH PARISH SUNDAY SCHOOL; BY THEIH PASTOR, A. P. PEABODY, II PORTSMOUTH : JOHN W. FOSTER. BOSTON: WEEKS, JORDAN AND COMPANY- 1840. 6j> TUTTLE, DENNETT AND CHISHOLM, Printers No- 17 School Street, Bobiou. INDEX. Almighty Father, heavenly King Almighty God, in humble prayer . Almighty God, thy gracious power A minute, how soon it is flown Among the deepest shades of night A mourning class, a vacant seat . And is the gospel peace and love And now another day is gone And now, my soul, another year Angels, roll the rock away Another day its course has run Another fleeting day is gone Another six days' work is done As once the Saviour rose on high Attune the heart to mournful strains Before I close my eyes in sleep Before I close my eyes to night Behold that arch of varied hue Behold the amazing sight Behold the blind their sight receive Behold the western evening light Behold where, breathing love divine Behold where in a mortal form By cool Siloam's shady rill Child of the earth, oh lift thy glance Christians ! brethren ! ere we part Come, children, hail the prince of peae Come, let us anew our journey pursue Come, let us join our cheerful songs Come, thou Almighty King . Death has been here, and borne away Did Christ o'er sinners weep 4 59 46 125 47 159 77 7 206 113 9 10 20 17S 142 65 131 194 108 106 11 90 74 61 195 204 119 210 111 43 162 134 IV INDEX. Every sheaf of golden grain Farewell, dear friends ! a long farewell Far from mortal cares retreating Far from these scenes of night Father, once more let grateful praise . Fear was within the tossing bark . Feeble, helpless, how shall I For us God's blessed Son From all that dwell below the skies From Greenland's icy mountains . God is so good that he will hear God might have made the earth bring forth God of mercy, God of love God of my life, through all its days God, thou art good ! each perfumed flower Go to dark Gethsemane Go, when the morning shineth Great God ! and wilt thou condescend Great God, we sing that mighty hand Great God, what do I see and hear Guide me, O thou great Jehovah . Hail to the Lord's anointed Happy the child, whose early years Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes Hark ! the voice of love and mercy Hark ! 't is the breeze of twilight calling Hark ! what mean those holy voices . He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies High in the heavens God dwells alone How beautiful the setting sun How blest the righteous when he dies How happy is the child, who hears How long sometimes a day appears How shall the young secure their hearts How sweet, how heavenly is the sight How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound If death my friend and me divide If Jesus Christ was sent 1 know that earth is not the home I love awhile to steal away 1 love thy Zion, Lord " . INDEX. V I must not sin as many do . . 129 In all my vast concerns with thee . . 49 In a modest humble mind . , 124 In Israel's fane, by silent night . . 63 In the soft season o{ thy youth . . 64 I saw the glorious sun arise . . .58 I sing the mighty power of God . . 31 I sin whenever I pursue . . .132 Is there a time when moments flow . 22 It was my heavenly Father's Jove . . 34 I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay . 149 Jerusalem ! my happy home . Jesus, and can it ever be Jesus, I love thy glorious name Jesus, Lord of life and glory Jesus, lover of my soul, Jesus shall reign, where 'er the sun Jesus, when a litile child 167 88 101 116 104 183 73 Let children never fear Let little children come to me Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Lord, teach a little child to pray Lord, what a feeble piece Love and kmdoess we mar measure 161 199 26 56 146 127 Maker of the Sabbath day Many voices seem to say" i May the grace of Christ our Saviour My dear Redeemer and my Lord My father, my mother, I know My Father, when I come to thee . My God, by thy directiug power My God, how endless is thy love . My God, thou makest the sun to know My God, thy boundless love I praise My helper God ! I bless thy name 40 133 23 76 123 140 1 12 5 42 205 Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke . !S2 Not by the brazen trumpet's voice . .198 Now that my journey's just begun . 7 1 Oh God ! 1 thank thee that the night Oh Lord, another week is flown 2 14 VI INDEX. Oh Saviour, whom this holy mom Oh 't is a folly and a crime Oh ! when the hours of life are past . Once more, my soul ! the rising day One prayer I nave, — all prayers in one . On the dark wave of Galilee On the first Christian Sabbath eve Our Father, full of grace divine Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name Our God, where'er thy people meet Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him Praise to God ! oh let us raise Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Poor and needy though I be Remember thy Creator Rise,my soul, and stretch thy wings 70 164 See ! another year is gone . . . 209 " See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews . 98 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand . . 72 Sina; we the song of those who stand . 170 Songs of praise the angels sang * . 30 Soon as my yout;,iui lips can speak . 60 Soon will set the Sabbath sun . . 171 Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend . • 16 Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way 112 Ten thousand different flowers The bosom, where I oft have lain The day is past and gone The lilies of the field The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know The Lord is risen indeed The morning dawns upon the place The night is past and gone Then shone Almighty power and love Theie is a glorious world of light There is a grassy bed There is a land of pure delight There is an hour of peaceful rest There is a path that leads to God There seems a voice in every gale 190 153 8 143 36 114 107 18 109 166 154 163 174 130 187 INDEX. There 's not a tint that paints the rose . 22 The saints on earth and those above . .176 The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp . 97 These glorious minds, how bright they shine . 177 The Son of God came down from heaven . 80 The spirit breathes upon the word . . 68 The sun has gone to rest . . 25 The thunder bursts ! its rolling might . 196 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love .- 169 This is the day when Christ arose . . i3 Thou art gone to the ^rave ! but we will not deplore thee . . • .156 Thou art, Oh God, the life and light . 193 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee 157 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream 103 Thou, who didst with love and blessing . 202 Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord . 121 >T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze . 120 'T is Jesus speaks! " I fold," says he . 150 5 T is midnight, and on Olive's brow . . 102 'T is summer, glorious summer . . 188 To Thee, the little children's Friend . . 197 To thy temple 1 repair ... 48 Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside . .128 'T was by an order from the Lord . 69 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb . .155 Upward I lift mine eyes . . 39 Wake not, oh mother ! sounds of lamentaiion We bless Thee for this sacred day We come our Sabbath hymn to raise Were not the sinful Mary's tears We seem to hear a voice of praise We ! ve passed another Sabbath day What is there, Lord, a child can do What souls are those, that venture near When brighter suns and milder skies When daily I kneel down to pray- When flowers in summer appear . When for some little insult given When gathering clouds around I view When, his salvation bringing When in my heart rise angry thoughts When Jesus Christ was here below 93 23 160 100 200 21 136 165 186 53 192 75 95 99 12G 118 Vlll INDEX. When Jesus left his Father's throne . 87 When little Samuel woke . . .62 When power divine, in mortal form . 94 When sickness, pain, and death . . 151 When the infant spirit, flying . . 203 When the joyous day is dawning , . 79 When to the house of God we go . . 17 While beauty clothes the fertile vale . .185 While shepherds watched their flocks by night 84 While with ceaseless course the sun . . 208 Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power . 37 Whither but to Thee, Oh Lord . . 143 Why should we spend our youthful days . 139 With songs and honors sounding loud . .189 PORTSMOUTH SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN BOOK, Morning Hymn. C. M Peterboro'. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 My God ! by thy directing power, The rising light returns ; And high within his morning tower The sun serenely burns. 2 Thou faithful guardian of my days ! I owe my heart to thee ; To thee my earliest prayers I raise, And fervent they shall be. 3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath Secure from harm and pain, While many an eye was closed in death, And shall not wake again. 4 Oh ! thus protect me till the last Long hour of rest is nigh, And thus when death's long sleep is past, Awake my soul on high. Morning Hymn. L. M Hebron. Pierpont. L O God ! I thank thee that the night In peace and rest has passed away, And that I see in this fair light My Father's smile that makes it day. ] 3, 4. MORNING HYMN. 2 Be thou my guide, and let me live As under thine all-seeing eye ; Supply my wants, my sins forgive, And make me happy when I die. 3. Morning Hymn. C. M. Peterboro'. Watts. 1 Once more, my soul ! the rising day Salutes my waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him, who rules the skies. 2 Great God ! Let all our hours be thine, Whilst we enjoy the light ; Then shall our sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night. Morning or Evening Hymn. C. M. Dedham. 1 Almighty Father, heavenly King ! Who rulest the world above ; Accept the tribute children bring, Of gratitude and love. 2 To thee, each morning, when we rise, Our early vows we pay ; And e'er the night hath closed our eyes, We thank thee for the day. 3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind, To us his word hath given ; That children, such as we, may find The path that leads to heaven. 4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand, To guide our erring youth ; And lead us to that blissful land, Where dwells eternal truth. 5, 6. MORNING HYMN. 5. Morning Hymn. C. M. Arlington. 1 My God, thou makest the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And, to give light to ail below, Dost send him round the skies. 2 When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil. The business of the day ; Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heavenly way. 4 Give me, O Lord, thine early grace, Nor let my soul complain, That the young morning of my days Has been consumed in vain. 6. Evening Hymn. 9's & 8's M. Greenville. 1 Hark ! 'T is the breeze of twilight calling Earth's weary children to repose, While, round the couch of nature falling, Gently the night's soft curtains close. 2 Guard us, Oh Thou, that never sleepest, Thou, who, in silence throned above, Over thy slumb'ring children keepest A watch of glory, power and love. 7, 8. EVENING HYMN. 3 Soon o'er a world in sleep reclining, Numberless stars through yonder dark Shall look like eyes of seraphs, shining From out the veil that hides the ark. 4 Grant that beneath thine eye, securely, Our souls from conscious life withdrawn, May, undisturbed, serenely, purely, Like sealed fountains rest till dawn. 7. E veiling Hymn. C. M. Stephens. Watts. 1 And now another day is gone, I '11 sing my Maker's praise, My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. 2 But how my childhood runs to waste ! My sins, how great their sum ! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head ; And, through the hours of darkness, keep Their watch around my bed. 4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes, Since thou wilt not remove ; And in the morning let me rise, Rejoicing in thy love. 8. Evening Hymn. S. M. Boylston. 1 The day is past and gone , The evening shades appear ; EVENING HYMN. 9, 10. O may we all remember well, The night of death draws near. 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest ; So death shall soon disrobe us all Of what we here possessed. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. Evening Hymn, L. M. Uxbridge. Pierpont. 1 Another day its course has run, And still, O God ! thy child is blest ; For thou hast been by day my sun, And thou wilt be by night my rest. 2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close, And now, when all the world is still, I give my body to repose, My spirit to my Father's will. 10. Evening Hymn. L. M. Hebron. Collyer. 1 Another fleeting day is gone ; Slow o'er the west the shadows rise ; Swift the soft stealing hours have flown , And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 2 Another fleeting day is gone, Swept from the records of the year ; And still, with each successive sun, Life's fading visions disappear. l* 11. THE AUTUMN EVENING. 3 Another fleeting day is gone To join the fugitives before ; And I, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, to wake in time no more. 4 Another fleeting day is gone ; But soon a fairer day shall rise, A day, whose never setting sun Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies. 5 Another fleeting day is gone ; In solemn silence rest, my soul ! Bow down before his awful throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll. 11. The Autumn Evening. C. M. Woodstock. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 Behold the western evening light ! It melts in deep'ning gloom ; So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb. 2 The winds breathe low ; the with'ring leaf Scarce whispers from the tree ; So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be. 3 How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed ! 'T is like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed. 4 How mildly on the wand'ring cloud The sunset beam is cast ! 'T is like the mem'ry left behind When loved ones breathe their last. MORNING OR EVENING HYMN- 12, 13. 5 And now above the dews of night, The yellow star appears ; So faith springs in the breast of those, Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 6 But soon the morning's happier light Its glory shall restore ; And eyelids, that are sealed in death, Shall wake to close no more. 12. Morning or Evening. L. M. Rockingham. Watts. 1 My God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above, Gently distil, like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I would devote my days ; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. 13. Sabbath Morning. C. M. Arlington. Watts. 1 This is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead ; Why should I keep my eyelids closed, And waste my hours in bed ? 2 To-day with pleasure, Christians meet, To pray and hear the Word ; 14, 15. COMMENCING HYMN. And I would go with cheerful feet To learn thy will, O Lord. 3 I '11 leave my sport to read and pray ; And so prepare for heaven : O may I love this blessed day The best of all the seven. 14. Commencing Hymn. C. M. Peterboro 5 . Kirke White. 1 O Lord, another week is flown, And we, a youthful band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. 2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. 3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As in thy name we pray ; For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are weak as they. 15. Commencing Hymn. L. M. Duke Street. 1 God is so good that he will hear Whenever children humbly pray ; He always lends a gracious ear To what the youngest child may say. 2 His own most holy book declares, That, as a tender father will, He listens to our lowly prayers, And what we ask will grant us still. COMMENCING HYMN. 16, He loves to hear a grateful tongue Thank him for all his mercies given ; And when on earth his praise is sung, The cheerful notes are heard in heaven. 16. Commencing Hymn. 7's M. Wilmot. T. Gray, Jr. 1 Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend, Father, for thy blessing now ; Thou canst teach us, guide, defend, — We are weak, Almighty thou. 2 With the peace thy word imparts, Be the taught and teacher blest ; In their lives, and on their hearts, Father, be thy laws imprest. 3 Pour into each longing mind Light and knowledge from above ; Charity for all mankind, — Trusting faith, enduring love. 4 Here, in joy's triumphant day, Still may grateful hearts arise, Bright with rapture's kindling ray, Purely, fondly to the skies. 5 Here, in sorrow's chastening hour, May thy word its light diffuse ; Fresh'ning as the vernal shower, Peaceful as the silent dews. 6 Grant us spirits lowly, pure, Errors pardon'd, sins forgiveji, Humble trust, obedience sure, Love to man, and faith in heaven. 17, 18. COMMENCING HYMN. 17. Commencing Hymn. L. M. Rockingham. 1 When to the house of God we go, To hear his word, and sing his love ; We ought to worship him below, As saints and angels do above. 2 They stand before his presence now, And praise him better far than we. Who only at his footstool bow, And love him, though we cannot see. 3 But God is present every where, And watches all our thoughts and ways ; He sees who humbly join in pray'r, And who sincerely sing his praise. 4 The triflers too his eye can see, Who only seem to take a part ; They move the lip, and bend the knee, But do not seek him with the heart. 5 O may we never trifle so, Nor lose the days our God hath given, But learn, by sabbaths here below, To spend eternity in heaven. 18. Sabbath Morning. L. M. Boylston. 1 The night is past and gone, The Sabbath sun I see ; Now may I rise to feel thy grace Again renewed to me. 2 I humbly bow in prayer, A suppliant at thy throne ; THE SABBATH. 19. Forgiveness seek for follies past, And all thy goodness own. 3 O condescend to hear While I attempt to pray ; And guard me safe from harm and sin Through all this Sabbath day. 4 Let not my heart forget Thy kindness and thy love, Who gavest for us thy Son to die, That we might live above. 5 O let thy word of grace My heart and mind employ ; And in the Sabbath school this day May I its light enjoy. 19. The Sabbath. IPs M. Hinton. 1 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest; The day of the week which I surely love best; The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb, And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 2 O let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, And not spend a moment in trifling or play ; Remembering these seasons were graciously given To teach me to pray, and prepare me for heaven. 3 In the house of my God, in his presence and fear, When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere ; In the school when I learn, may I do it with care, And be grateful to those who watch over me there. 20, 21. THE SABBATH 4 Instruct me, my Saviour; — a child though I be, I am not too young to be noticed by thee ; Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways :-— I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee the praise. 20. The Sabbath. L. M. Hamburg. Stennett. 1 Another six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day that God hath blest 2 Come, thank the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Draws us away from earth to heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3. O may our prayers and praises rise As grateful incense to the skies ; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he who feels it knows. 4 In holy duties may the day, In holy pleasures pass away ; How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 51. Sunday Evening. L. M. Hebron. 1 We 've passed another Sabbath day, And heard of Jesus and of heaven ; We thank thee, Father, and we pray That all our sins may be forgiven. 2 May all we 've heard and understood Be well remembered through the week, SABBATH EVENING IN SUMMER. 22. And help to make us wise and good, More humble, diligent and meek. 3 So when our lives are finished here. And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er, May we in heaven in joy appear, And love and serve thee evermore. 22. Sablatli Evening in Summer. L. M. Hebron. Edrneston. 1 Is there a time when moments flow More happily than all beside r It is, of all the times below, A summer Sabbath's eventide. 2 Oh ! then the setting sun shines fair ! And all below and all above, The various forms of nature wear One universal garb of love. 3 And then the peace that Jesus beams. The life of grace, the death of sin. With nature's placid woods and streams Is peace without, and pea.ce within. 4 Delightful scene ! — a world at rest, — A God all love, — no grief, no fear, — A heavenly hope, — a peaceful breast, — A smile unsullied by a tear. 5 Delightful hour ! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign ; And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again 6 Yet there will dawn at last a day, A sun that never sets shall rise ; 2 23, 24. THE SABBATH. Night will not veil his ceaseless ray, The heavenly Sabbath never dies. 23. The Sabbath. L. M. Uxbridge. Mrs. Gilman. 1 We bless Thee for this sacred day, Thou, who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy thoughtful rest, May we enjoy thy calm repose ; And, in thy service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord ! may thy truth, upon the heart, Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start, Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone, Which bears her to the King of Kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne. 24. Commencing Hymn. 8's & 7's M. Greenville. J. Taylor. 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and fond desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. 2 From the fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes ; Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. EVENING HYMN. 25, 26. 3 Who may share this great salvation ? Every pare and humble mind ; Every kindred, tongue and nation, From the dross of guilt refined. 4 Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none ; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. 5 Lord, with favor still attend us ; Bless us with thy wondrous love ; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us : All our hope is from above. 25. E veiling Hymn. S. M. Olmutz. 1 The sun has gone to rest, The bee forsakes the flower ; The young bird slumbers in its nest, Within the leafy bower. 3 Where have I been this day ? Into what follies run ? Forgive me, Father, when I pray Through Jesus Christ, thy Son. 3 When all my days are o'er, And in the tomb I rest, Oh may my ransom'd spirit soar Up to a Saviour's breast 26. Closing Hymn. 8's & 7's M. Sicily. 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above : 27, 28. CLOSING HYMN. Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound. 3 Make us gentle, kind and lowly ; Teach us, Father, by thy word, How we may be good and holy, Like to Jesus Christ our Lord. 27. Closing Hymn. L. M. Wells. 1 Father, once more let grateful praise j And humble prayer to thee ascend ; Thou Guide and Guardian of our ways, Our early and our only Friend. 2 Since every day and hour that 's gone Has been with mercy richly crown'd, Mercy, we know, shall still flow oh, Forever sure, as time rolls round. 3 Hear then the parting prayers we pour, And bind our hearts in love alone ; And if we meet on earth no more, May we at last surround thy throne. 28. Benediction. 8's & 7's M. Sicily. 1 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above. DOXOLOGY. 29, 30. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. 29. Doxology. L. M. Old Hundred. Watts. 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Thro' every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 30. Songs of Praise. 7's M. Wilmot. Montgomery. 1 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And will man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come ? 2* 31. PRAISE FOR CREATION. No : the church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here by faith and love Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. 31. Praise for Creation and Provi- C. M. dence. Ballerma. Watts. 1 I sing the mighty power of God That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, Who fills the earth with food ; He formed the creatures by his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, Where'er I turn my eye ! Tf I survey the ground I tread; Or gaze upon the sky ! GOODNESS OF GOD IN HIS WORKS. 32, 33. 5 There 's not a plant or flower below, But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 32. Goodness of God in his works. C. M. Ballerma. 1 There 's not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that grows, But God has placed it there. 2 There 's not of grass a simple blade, Or leaf of lowliest mien, Where heavenly skill is not displayed, And heavenly wisdom seen. 3 There 's not a star whose twinkling light Illumes the spreading earth ; There 's not a cloud, or dark, or bright, But mercy gave it birth. 4 Then wake, my soul, and sing his name, And all his praise rehearse, Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame, And made the universe. 33. Praise. 7's M. Wilmot. Mrs. Follen. 1 Praise to God : oh ! let us raise From our hearts a song of praise ; Of that goodness let us sing Whence our lives and blessings spring. 2 Praise to Him who made the light, Praise to Him who gave us sight ! 34. GOD OUR BEST FRIEND. Praise to Him who formed the ear ! Will He not his children hear ? 3 Praise Him for our happy hours, Praise Him for our various powers, For these thoughts that soar above, For these hearts he made for love. — 4 For the voice He placed within, Bearing witness when we sin ; Praise to Him whose tender care Keeps the watchful guardian there. 5 Praise the mercy, that did send Jesus for our guide and friend ; Praise Him, every heart and voice, Him who makes the world rejoice. 34. God our best friend. C. M. Medfield. Mrs. FoJIen. 1 It was my heavenly Father's love Brought every being forth ; He made the shining worlds above, And every thing on earth. 2 Each lovely flower, the smallest fly, The sea, the waterfall, The bright green fields, the clear blue sky, — 'T is God that made them all. 3 He gave me all my friends, and taught My heart to love them well, And he bestowed the power of thought, And speech my thoughts to tell. 4 My father and my mother dear, — He is their father too ; 35. child's evening hymn. He bids me all their precepts hear, And all they teach me, do. 5 God sees and hears me all the day, And mid the darkest night ; He views me when I disobey, And when I act aright. 6 He guards me with a parent's care When I am all alone ; My hymns of praise, my humble prayer, He hears them every one. 7 God hears what I am saying now : Oh ! what a wondrous thought ! My heavenly Father, teach me how To love thee as I ou^ht. 35. A Child'' s Evening Hymn. C. M. Clarendon. Mrs. Follen. 1 How beautiful the setting sun ! The clouds how bright and gay ! The stars appearing one by one, How beautiful are they ! 2 And when the moon climbs up the sky, And sheds her gentle light, And hangs her crystal lamp on high, How beautiful is night ! 3 And can it be I am possessed Of something brighter far ? Glows there a light within this breast, Outshining every star ? 4 Yes, should the sun and stars turn pale, The mountains melt away, 36. GOD OUR SHEPHERD. This flame within shall never fail, But live in endless day. 5 This is the soul that God has given, — Sin may its lustre dim ; While goodness bears it up to heaven, And leads it back to him. 36. God our Shepherd, ll's M. Portuguese Hymn. Montgomery. 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know ; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest ; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow ; Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befal, with my Comforter near., 3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head ; what shall I ask of thy Providence more ? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above ; 1 seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love. TRUST IN GOD. 37, 38. 37. Trust in God. C. M Brattle Street. H. M. Williams. 1 Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power ! Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed, To thee my thoughts would soar ; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see ! Each blessing- to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye without a tear The gathering storm shall see ; My stedfast heart shall know no fear ; That heart shall rest on thee ! 38. Praise. 8's & 7's M Greenville. 1 Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him ; Praise him, angels in the height ; 39. GOD OUR PRESERVER. Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light ! 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws, which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation ; Host3 on high his power proclaim ; Heaven, and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name. 39. God our Preserver, H. M. Stow. Watts. 1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid ; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made :— He is the tower To which I fly ; His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, Nor fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes, Which never sleep, THE LORD'S DAY? Shall Israel keep, When dangers rise 3 No burning heat by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thoa my shade, To guard my head, By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death ? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath. I '11 go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. 40. 40. The Lord's Day. 7's M. PleycPs Hymn. 1 Maker of the Sabbath day, Teach us how to praise and pray ; Thou this blessed day hast given, To prepare our souls for heaven. 2 Ruler of the earth and sky, Lord of all below, or high ; Make the young, as well as old, Sheep of our Redeemer's fold. 3 41, 42. GOODNESS OF GOi>. 3 Friend of children, hear our prayer ; Let no trifling feeling dare Steal the precious hours away, Of this sacred Sabbath day. 41. Goodness of God. L. M. Hebron. Mrs. Follen. 1 God, thou art good ! each perfumed flower, The waving field, the dark green wood, The insect fluttering for an hour, — All things proclaim that God is good. 2 I hear it in each breath of wind ; The hills that have for ages stood, And clouds with gold and silver lined, All still repeat that God is good. 3 Each little rill, that many a year Has the same verdant path pursued, And every bird, in accents clear, Joins in the song that God is good. 4 The countless hosts of twinkling stars, That sing his praise with light renewed ; The rising sun each day declares, In rays of glory, God is good. 5 The moon that walks in brightness, says That God is good ! and man, endued With power to speak his Maker's praise, Should still repeat that God is good. 42. God is Love. C. P. M. Aithlone. Rev. H. Moore. 1 My God! thy boundless love I praise ; How bright on high its glories blaze ! How sweetly bloom below ! INVOCATION. 43. It streams from thine eternal throne ; Through heaven its joys forever run, And o'er the earth they flow. 2 'T is love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds in air upborne, Their genial drops distil : In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows, And glides in every rill. 3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, And pours its flowery beauties round, Whose sweets perfume the gale ; Its bounties richly spread the plain, The blushing fruit, the golden grain, And smiles in every vale. 4 Bat in thy word we see it shine With grace and glory more divine, Proclaiming sins forgiven ; There faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day, And opens all her heaven. 5 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude ; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend, My soul's eternal good. 43. Invocation. 6's & 4's M. Italian Hymn. 1 Come, thou Almighty King ! Help us thy name to sing ! Help us to praise ! 44. PRAISE. Father, all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days ! 2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord ! By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend ! Come, and thy children hless ; Give thy good word success ; Make thine own holiness On us descend. 3 Never from us depart ; Rule thou in every heart, Hence, evermore ! Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. 44. Praise. L. M. Ward. Doddridge. 1 God of my life ! through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And grief would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all the powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot spe»k. GOD — OUR FATHER. 45, 46. 4 But O ! when that last conflict 's o'er, And I am chained to flesh no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies ! 45. God— our Father. L. M. Wells. 1 Great God ! and wilt thou condescend To me my Father and my Friend ? I but a child, and thou so high, The Lord of earth, and air, and sky ? 2 Art thou my Father ? Canst thou bear, To hear my poor, imperfect prayer ? Or stoop to listen to the praise That such a little one can raise ? 3 Art thou my Father ? — Let me be A meek, obedieut child to thee, And try, in every deed and thought, To serve and please thee as I ought 4 Art thou my Father? — I '11 depend Upon the care of such a friend, And only wish to do and be, Whatever seemeth good to thee. 5 Art thou my Father ? — Then, at last, When all my days on earth are past, Send down, and take me, in thy love, To be thy better child above. 46. God every ivhere. CM. Medfield. 1 Almighty God ! thy gracious power On every hand I see ; 3* 47. OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD. O may the blessings of each hour Lead all my thoughts to thee ! 2 If, ou the wings of morn, I speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there my footsteps lead, Thy love my path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, The hand of God I see ; x\nd all the blessings I receive, Ceaseless proceed from thee. 5 In all the varying scenes of time _ ^ On thee my hopes depend ; Through every age, in every clime, My Father and my Friend ! 47. Omnipresence of God. L. M. Duke Street. 1 Among the deepest shades of night, Can there be one who sees my way ? Yes, God is like the shining light, That turns the darkness into day. 2 When every eye around me sleeps, May I not sin without control ? No ; for a constant watch he keeps On every thought of every soul. 3 If I could find some cave unknown, Where human feet have never trod, GOIKG- TO CHURCH. 48, 49. Yet there I could not be alone ; On every side, there would be God. 4 He smiles in heaven, he rules in hell ; He fills the air, the earth, the sea : I must within his presence dwell, I cannot from his presence flee. 48. Going to Church. 7's M. Duke Street. Montgomery. 1 To thy temple I repair ; Lord, I love to worship there ; While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 2 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend ; While I hearken to thy law, \ Fill my soul with humble awe. 3 While thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in thy name, Through their voice, by faith may I Hear thee speaking from on high. 4 From thy house when I return, May my heart within me burn ; And at evening let me say, " I have walked with God to-day." 49. Thou, God, seest me. C. M. Dundee. Watts. 1 In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 50, 51. the lord's prayer. 2 Thine all surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they 're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 Oh ! wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 50. The Lord's Prayer. ll's M. HintoB. 1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name ! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same ! O give to us daily our portion of bread ; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion, that pardons each foe. Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever. — Amen. 51. The Lord's Prayer. L. M. Med way. 1 Our Father, full of grace divine, To thy great name be praises paid ; PRAYER. 52. Thy kingdom come, thy glory shine, And be thy will on earth obeyed. 2 Give us our bread from day to day, And all our wants do thou supply ; With gospel truth feed us, we pray, That we may never faint or die. 3 Extend thy grace, our hearts renew, Our each offence in love forgive ; Teach us divine forgiveness too, And let us free from evil live. 4 For thine 's the kingdom, and the power, And all the glory waits thy name ; Let every land thy grace adore, And sound a long and loud Amen. 52. Prayer. 7's & 6's M. Missionary Hymn. 1 Go, when the morning shineth, Go, when the moon is bright, Go, when the eve declineth, Go, in the hush of night ; Go, with pure mind and feeling, Fling earthly thought away, And in thy chamber kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee, Pray too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be : Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name. 53. PRAYER. 3 Or, if 't is e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee, When friends are round thy way, E'en then the silent breathing Thy spirit raised above, Will reach his throne of glory, Who is Mercy, Truth, and Love. 4 Oh ! not a joy nor blessing With this can we compare, The power that he hath given us To pour our souls in prayer ! Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before his footstool fall, Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all. 53. Prayer, C. M. Woodstock. 1 When daily I kneel down to pray, As I am taught to do, God will not answer what I say, Unless I feel it too. 2 Some idle play, or childish toy, Can send my thoughts abroad ; Though it should be my greatest joy To love and seek the Lord. 3 O, let me never, never dare To act the trifler's part, Or think that God will hear a prayer Which comes not from the heart. 4 But if I make his ways my choice, As holy children do, Then while I seek him with my voice, My heart will love him too. PRAYER. 54, 55. 54. Prayer. C. M. Arlington. Montgomery. 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed ; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 3 O thou, by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord, teach us how to pray. 55. A Child? s Evening Prayer. CM. Ballerraa. Barton. 1. Before I close my eyes in sleep, Lord, hear my evening prayer ; And deign a helpless child to keep, By thy protecting care. 2 The little birds, that sing all day, In many a leafy wood, By thee are clothed in plumage gay, By thee supplied with food. 3. And when at night they cease to sing, By thee protected still, Their young ones sleep beneath their wing, Secure from every ill. 4 Thus wilt Thou guard with gracious arm The couch whereon I lie, 56, 57. a child's prayer And keep thy child from every harm Beneath thy watchful eye. 5 For night and day to thee are one, The helpless are thy care ; And we are sure, through thy dear Son, Thou hear'st an infant prayer. 56. A Child's Prayer. C. M. Arlington. 1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, With all-engaging charms : Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms. 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, Nor scorn their humble name, For 't was to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came. » 3 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear, Ye children, seek his face, And fly with transport to receive The blessings of his grace. 57. The heart-searching God. L. M. Uxbridge. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 High in the heavens God dwells alone, A nd glorious light surrounds his throne ; No night is there, — his piercing eye Looks through the darkness of the sky. 2 Before the tongue the mind declares, He knows our thoughts, designs and cares ; In daily toil and evening rest, He sees the secrets of our breast. ENCOURAGEMENT TO PRAY. 58, 3 He sees his suffering children weep Far in the desert and the deep ; He gives them strength when hope departs, And heals the sorrows of their hearts. 4 He keeps the book of life, and there Writes every wish and every prayer, There keeps our crimes and follies past To use in judgment at the last. Encouragement to Pray. P. M. J. Taylor. I saw the glorious sun arise From yonder mountain grey : And as he travelled through the skies, The darkness fled away ; And all around me was so bright, 1 wished it would be always light. But when his shining course was done, The gentle moon drew nigh. And stars came twinkling one by one, Upon the shady sky. Who made the sun to shine so far, The moon and every twinkling star ? God made the sun that blazes high, The moon more pale and dim, And all the stars that fill the sky Are made and ruled by him ; And yet a child may ask his care, And call upon his name in prayer. And this large world of ours below, The waters and the land, With all the trees and flowers that grow, Were fashioned by his hand ; 4 59. PEAYEE FOE WISDOM. And yet this God will condescend To be a little infant's friend. 5 O yes, when little children cry, He hearkens to their prayer ; His throne of grace is always nigh, And I will venture there ; I '11 go, depending on his word, And seek his grace through Christ our Lord. 59. Prayer for Wisdom, C. M. Dundee. Montgomery. 1 Almighty God, in humble prayer To thee our souls we lift ; Do thou our waiting minds prepare For thy most needful gift. 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth, Along our path to flow ; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below. 3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away ; We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power, Lest we should go astray. 4 We ask for wisdom ; — Lord, impart The knowledge how to live ; A wise and understanding heart To all before thee give. 5 The young remember thee in youth, Before the evil days ! The old be guided by thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways ! LORD, REMEMBER ME. 60, 61. 60. Lord, remember me. C. M. Ballerina. 1 Soo> T as my youthful lips can speak Their feeble prayer to thee, O let my heart thy favor seek, — Good Lord, remember me. 2 From every sin that wounds the heart May I be taught to flee ; Oh ! bid them all from me depart ; Good Lord, remember me. 3 When with life's heavy load opprest, I bend the trembling knee, Then give my troubled spirit rest, — Good Lord, remember me. 4 Oh ! let me on the bed of death Thy great salvation see ; And pray with my expiring breath, — Good Lord, remember me. 6L Early Piety. C. M. Ballerma. Heber. 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet, the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God ! 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; 62. EARLY PIETY. The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 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 ! 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine, 6 Dependant on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own. 62. Early Piety. H. M. Stow. 1 When little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, At every word he spoke, How much did he rejoice ! O blessed, happy child, to find The God of heaven so near and kind. 2 If God would speak to me, And say he was my friend, How happy should I be ! O, how would I attend ! The smallest sin I then should fear, If God Almighty were so near. 3 And does he never speak ? O yes ! for in his word He bids me come and seek EARLY PIETY* 63. The God whom Samuel heard ; In almost every page I see, The God of Samuel calls to me. 4 And I, beneath his care, May safely rest my head ; I know that God is there, To guard my humble bed : And every sin I well may fear, Since God Almighty is so near. 5 Like Samuel, let me say, Whene'er I read his word, " Speak, Lord, I would obey The voice that Sr.muel heard ;" And when I in thy house appear, Speak, for thy servant waits to hear. 33. Early Piety. L. M. Rockingham. Cawood. 1 In Israel's fane, by silent night, The lamp of God was burning bright ; And there, by viewless angels kept, Samuel, the child, securely slept. 2 A voice unknown the stillness broke ; " Samuel!" it called, and thrice it spoke ; He rose : he asked whence came the word ? From Eli ? No — it was the Lord. 3 Thus early called to serve his God, In paths of righteousness he trod ; Prophetic visions fired his breast, And all the chosen tribes were blest. 4 Speak, Lord ! and, from our earliest days, Incline our hearts to love thy ways ; 64, 65. EARLY PIETY. Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear ; Speak, Lord, to us ; thy servants hear. 64. Early Piety. C. M. Litchfield. 1 In the soft season of thy youth, In nature's smiling hloom, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait Its summons to the tomb, 2 Remember thy Creator, God ! For him thy powers employ ; Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, Thy confidence, thy joy. 3 He shall defend and guide thy course Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore Of blessed eternity. 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth \ — The earth affords no lovelier sight, Than a religious youth, 65. Early Piety. C. M. Ballerma. Watts. 1 Happy the child, whose early years Receive instruction well ; Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 When we devote our youth to God, 'T is pleasing in his eyes ; A flower when offered in the bud Is no vain sacrifice. THE WAYS OF WISDOM. 66. 3 'T is easier work if we begin To fear the Lord betimes, While sinners, who grow old in sin, Are hardened in their crimes. 4 'T will save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young ; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtues strong. 5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our childhood we resign ; 'T will please us to look back, and see That our whole lives were thine. 6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ our youngest breath ; — Thus we 're prepared for longer days, Or fit for early death. 66. The Ways of Wisdom. C. M. Litchfield. 1 How happy is the child, who hears Instruction's faithful voice, And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice ! 2 For she has treasures greater far Than east or west unfold ; And her rewards more precious are Than all their stores of gold. 3 She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's path to tread ; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 67, 68. THE BIBLE. 4 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. 67. The Bible. C. M. Peterboro'. Watts. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their ]ives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts, To keep the conscience clean* 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'T is like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day ; And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 4 Thy word is everlasting truth ; How pure is every page ! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. 68. The Bible. C. M Clarendon. Cowper. 1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight ; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Slajestic like the sun ! PROPHECY AND INSPIRATION. 69. It gives a light to every age : It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; Its truths upon the nation rise. They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine. For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 5 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love. Till glory break upon my view In brighter worlds above. 69. Prophecy and Inspiration. L. M. Duke $::eet. Watts. 1 ' T was by an :-r " ~r from the Lord. The ancient prr-phets spoke his word: His Spirit did -heir tongues inspire. And warmed their hearts with holy fire. 9 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirmed the messages they brought: The prophet's pen succeeds his breath. To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God ! mine eyes with wonder look On the blest volume of thy book ; There my Redeemer'? face I see. And read his name who died for me. 4 Let the 3fi of the m Be lost, and vanished in the wind: Here I can rlx my hope secure : This is thy word, and must endure. 70, 71. REMEMBER THY CREATOR. 70. Remember thy Creator. 7's & 6's M. Yarmouth. 1 Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring is bright, Before thy cares are greater, Before comes age's night ; While yet the sun shines o'er thee, While stars the darkness cheer, While life is all before thee, Thy great Creator fear. 2 Remember thy Creator, Before the dust returns To earth, its kindred nature, And life's last ember burns, — Before, with God who gave it, The spirit shall appear, — He cries, who died to save it, Thy great Creator fear. 71. Trust in God. C. M. Clarendon. 1 Now that my journey 's just begun, My road so little trod, I '11 come, before I further run, And give myself to God. 2 What sorrows may my steps attend, I never can foretell ; But if the Lord will be my friend, I know that all is well. 3 If all my earthly friends should die, And leave me mourning here, Since God can hear the orphans cry, O what have I to fear ? A CHILES FRAYER. 72, 73. 4 If I am poor, he can supply, Who has my table spread, Who feeds the ravens when they cry, And fills his poor with bread. 5 If I am rich, he '11 guard my heart, Temptation to withstand ; And make me willing to impart The bounties of his hand. 6 But, Lord, whatever grief or ill For me may be in store, Make me submissive to thy will, And I would ask no more. 72. A Child's Prayer. C. U. Arlington. 1 Lord, teach a little child to pray, And O accept my prayer ; Thou canst hear all the words I say, For thou art everywhere* 2 A little sparrow cannot fall Unnoticed, Lord, by thee ; And though I am so young and small, Thou dost take care of me. 3 Teach me to do what e'er is right, And when I sin, forgive ; And make it still my chief delight To serve thee while I live. 73* The Example of Jesus. 7's M* Turin. 1 Jesus, when a little child, Taiight us what we ought to b 74. THE EXAMPLE OF JESUS. Holy, harmless, undefiled, Was the Saviour's infancy : All the Father's glory shone In the person of his Son. 2 As in age and strength he grew, Heavenly wisdom rilled his breast ; Crowds attentive round him drew, Wondering at their infant guest ; Gazed upon his beaming face, Saw him full of truth and grace. 3 In his heavenly Father's house, Jesus loved to spend his days ; There he paid his solemn vows, There proclaimed his Father's praise : Thus it was his lot to gain Favor both with God and man. 4 Father, guide our steps aright In the way that Jesus trod ; May it be our chief delight To obey thy will, O God ! Then to us shall soon be given Endless bliss with Christ in heaven. 74. The Example of Jesus. C. M, Ballerma. Enfield. 1 Behold where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine ; The virtues all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. FORGIVENESS OF INJURIES. 75, 3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood ; His foes ungrateful sought his life ; He labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, " Thy will, not mine, be done !" 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ! His image may we be^r ! O may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share ! 75. Jesus, the Example of Forgive- C. M ness. Medfield. J. Taylor. 1 When, for some little insult given, My angry passions rise, I '11 think how Jesus came from heaven, And bore his injuries. 2 He was insulted every day, Though all his words were kind ; But nothing men could do or say Disturbed his heavenly mind. 3 Not all the wicked scoffs he heard Against the truths he taught, Excited one reviling word, Or one revengeful thought. 4 And when upon the cross he bled, With all his foes in view, " Father, forgive their sins," he said ; " They know not what they do." "76, 77-. THE EX^MFLE OF JESUS* 5 Blest Jesus, may I learn of thee My temper to amend : And speak the pardoning word for me, Whenever I offend. If 6. The Example of Jesus. L, M. Wells. Walls. 1 Mr dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life thy law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern : may I bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God the Judge, shall own my name Amongf the followers of the Lamb. "77, Example of Jesus. L. M Blend on. Mrs Sleek. 1 And is the gospel, peace and love ? Such let our conversation be ; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife JESUS, OUR GUIDE. 78. On Jesus let us fix our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind! How mild ! how ready to forgive ! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live. 4 To do his heavenly Fathers will Was his employment and delight r Humility and holy zeal Shone through his life divinely bright. 78. Jesus our Guide. 7's M. Pleyel-'s Hymn. Furness. 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live, and learn to die ? Who, O God, my guide shall be ? Who shall lead thy child to thee ?- 2 Blessed Father, Gracious One 1 Thou hast sent thy holy son ; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead. 3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,. Let me ever lean on him ; From his precepts wisdom draw, - Make his life my solemn law. 4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word* Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live, and learn to die ; — 5 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above ; — Learn to die, without a fear, Feeling thee, mv Father, near. 79, 80. THE MISSION OF JESUS. 79. A Morning Hymn. 8's & 7's M. Greenville. 1 When the joyous day is dawning, And the happy light we see, We who live in life's pure morning, Father, would remember thee. 2 While in quiet we were sleeping, Kindly, though we knew it not, Thou a guardian watch wert keeping ; Never is thy child forgot 3 Now another day is given, With thy love, may it be blest; May we think of Thee and Heaven, Of that purer, better rest. 4 Jesus, who was good and holy, When a child, remembered Thee, Gentle, mild, forgiving, lowly, He has said that we must be. 80. The Mission of Jesus. C. M. Woodstock. \V. B. O. Peahody. 1 The Son of God came down from heaven The erring world to save ; — He says, " Repent and be forgiven, And live beyond the grave." 2 By temper holy and serene, He won his Father's love, And though superior far to men, Was harmless as the dove. THE LOVE OF JESUS. 81. 3 He raised the dying from the bed, He caused the blind to see ; He made the tombs give up their dead, And set the prisoner free. 4 They nailed him to the cross, and there Deep insult on him threw, And yet "Forgive them," was his prayer, " They know not what they do." 5 No wonder darkness reigned around When such a heart grew cold ; No wonder o'er the guilty ground The angry earthquake rolled. 81. The Love of Jesus. S. M. Boylston. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 For us God's blessed So> T , From childhood to the grave, Was poorer than the humblest one Of those he came to save. 2 For us he was distrest, And many a tear he shed : And had, in his few hours of rest, Not where to lay his head. 3 For us the Saviour died In weariness and pain ; And God forbid the crimson tide Should be poured out in vain ! 4 He rested in the tomb, Where mouldering bodies lie, Till the third morning broke the gloom, And he ascended high. 5* 82, 83. COMING OF CHRIST. 5 Now in the heaven above He sits beside the throne, And there implores his Father's love For those who wronged his own. 82. Coming of Christ. C. M. Arundel. Doddridge. 1 Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the spirit, largely poured, Exerts its sacred fire, Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love, His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ; And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure ; And with the treasures of his grace T' enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. 83. , Song of the Herald Angels. S's&Vs M. Greenville. Cawood. 1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? BIRTH OF CHRIST. 84. Lo ! the angelic host rejoices : Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondVous story. Which they chant in hymns of joy; '•Glory in the highest glory! Glory be to God most high ! 3 ''Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found : Souls redeemed and sins forgiven : Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ! O receive, whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest and King." 5 Let us learn the wond'rous story Of our great Redeemer's birth ; Spread the brightness of his glory Till it cover all the earth. 84. Birth of Jesus, C. M. Cambridge. Patrick. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 ;> Fear not." said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind, — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line,. The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord' And this shall be the si^n : 85. COMING OF CHRIST. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid," 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels' praising God, and thus Address'd their joyful song : 6 " All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ! Good will henceforth, from heaven to men, Begin and never cease." 85, Coming of Christ. 7's & 6's M. Yarmouth. Montgomery. 1 Hail to the Lord's anointed ! Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun. He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 Before him, on the mountains, Shall Peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. For him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. 3 O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, CHRISTMAS HYMN. 86. From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove, — His name shall stand forever ; That name to us is Love ! 86. Christmas Hymn. C. 3VL Woodstock. Heber. 1 Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn Gave to our world below ; To mortal want and labor born, And more than mortal wo ! 2 Incarnate Word ! by every grief, By each temptation tried, Who lived to yield our ills relief, And to redeem us died ! 3 If gaily clothed and proudly fed, In dangerous wealth we dwell, Remind us of thy manger bed, And lowly cottage cell ! 4 If prest by poverty severe, Tn lonely want we pine, Oh may thy spirit whisper near, How poor a lot was thine ! 5 Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free ! Like us thou hast a mourner been. May we rejoice with thee ! 87, 88. NOT ASHAMED OF JESUS, 87. Humility of Jesus. C. M. Dundee. 1 When Jesus left his Father's throne, He chose an humble birth ; And all unhonored and unknown, He came to dwell on earth. 2 Like him may we be found below, In wisdom's path of peace ; Like him in grace and knowledge grow, As years and strength increase. 3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look, When mothers round him pressed; Their infants in his arms he took, And on his bosom blessed. 4; Safe from the world's alluring charms, Beneath his watchful eye, Thus in the circle of his arms May we for ever lie. 88. Not ashamed of Jesus. L. M. Blendon. Gregg. 1 Jesus ! and can it ever be That I should be ashamed of thee ? Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days ! 2 Ashamed of J esus ! Sooner far Let evening blush to own its star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend? JESUS' DYING PRECEPT. 89, 90. No ! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! Yes, I may, When I 've no guilt to wash away, — No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to hush, no soul to save. 5 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And O may this my glory be, Jesus is not ashamed of me ! 89. Jesus teaching the People. L. M . Ward Bowring. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place ! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3. " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obev thee, love thee, and be blest. 90. Jesus' 1 Dying Precept. C. M, Litchfield. Mrs. Barbauld. l Behold where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands ; His weeping followers, gathering round, Receive his last commands. 91, THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. 2 From that mild teacher's parting lips What tender accents fell ! The gentle precept which he gave, Became its author well. 3 " Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain ; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain, — * 4 "Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 5 " Peace from the bosom of his Lord, My peace to him I give ; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live. 6 "To him protection shall be shown ; And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love." 91. "Consider the Lilies of the Feld." C. M. Clarendon. Mary Howitt. 1 God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. 2 We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have had no flowers. JESUS WITHOUT A HOME. 92. 3 Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace, Upspringing day and night : — 4 Springing in valleys green and low, And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? 5 Our outward life requires them not, — Then wherefore had they birth ? To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; 6 To comfort man, — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers, Will much more care for him. 92. The Son of Man hath not where L. M. to lay his head. Rockingham. W. Russell. 1 On the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, And o'er the waters drearily Sweeps the bleak, chilly evening blast. 2 The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into her sheltered nest ; The wandering beast hath sought his lair, And laid him down to welcome rest 3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind ; And from his lone, unshelter'd head, Flows the chill night damp on the wind, 6 93. THE "WIDOW OF NAIN. 4 Why seeks not he a home of rest? Why seeks not he the pillow'd bed ? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest,- He hath not where to lay his head ! 5 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race ; And, through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 93. The Widow of Nain. 1 1' s & 10's M, Heber. 1 Wake not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Weep not, oh widow ! weep not hopelessly ! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong is the word of God to succor thee ! 2 Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him; Hide his pale features with the sable pall : Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him : Widowed and childless, she has lost her all ! 3 Why pause the mourners ? who forbids their weeping ? Who the dark pomp of sorrow hath delayed ? "Set down the bier, — he is not dead but sleeping ! Young man, arise!" — He spake, and was obey'd ! 4 Change, then, oh sad one ! grief to exultation, Worship, and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong was the word of God to succor thee ! HE HATH BORNE OUR GRIEFS. 94, 95. 94. " Lo ! It is I, be not afraid:' L. M. Hebron. Sir J. E. Smith. 1 When power divine, in mortal form, Hushed, with a word, the raging storm, In soothing accents Jesus said, " Lo ! it is I, — be not afraid." _ 2 So when in silence nature sleeps, And his lone watch the mourner keeps, This thought shall every fear remove, — Trust, feeble man, thy maker's love. 3 God calms the tumult and the storm ; He rules the seraph and the worm ; No creature is by him forgot, Of those who know or know him not. 4 And when the last dread hour shall come, And shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall wake the pious dead, — " Lo ! it is I, — be not afraid." 95. " He hath borne our griefs." 6 1. L. M. Eaton. Grant. 1 When gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly virtue's narrow way, To fly the good I should pursue, Or do the sin I should not do ; Still he, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 96. JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST. 3 When mourning o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend ; And from his voice, his hand, his smile, . Divides me for a little while ; Thou, Saviour, market the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 4 And O, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 96. Jesus Stilling the Tempest. C. M. Woodstock. Mrs Hemans. 1 Fear was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. 2 A ad men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill, — But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!" 3 And the wind ceased, — it ceased ! — that word Passed through the stormy sky ; The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 4 And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous falls asleep, When death's fierce throes are passed. 5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride, Subdue us to thy will, — SEE HOW HE LOVED. ^ })7, 98. Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say, — "Peace, be still # /- 97. " He was despised and rejected **jJC. M. * of Men:' Dundee. 1 The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp Bespeaks his presence nigh ! No earthly beauties in him shine, « To draw the carnal eye. 2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower, Amidst the desert grows ; So, slighted and despised by man, The heavenly Saviour rose. 3 With sinners in the dust he lay, The rich a grave supplied, * Unspotted was his blameless life, Unstained by sin he died. 4 He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven ; He lives to bless them, and defend, And plead their cause in heaven. 98. "See how he KA^." L. M. + Effingham. 1 " See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell ; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell. 2 See how he loved, who travelled on Teaching the doctrine from the skies ; 6* 99. HOSANNAS. Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who, firm, yet mild, Patient endured the scoffing tongue ; Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. 4 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death ; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 5 Such love can we unmoved survey ? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affection show ! 99. Hosannas of Children in the 7 & 6's M. Temple. Yarmouth. 1 When, his salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name. Nor did their zeal offend him, But as he rode along, He bade them still attend him, And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as King he reigneth I On Z ion's heavenly hill, We '11 flock around his banner, Who sits upon the throne ; And cry aloud, " Hosanna To David's royal Son." LOVE TO JESUS. 100, 101. For should we fail proclaiming, Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Might well hosanna raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words ? No ! while our hearts are tender, They, too, shall be the Lord's. 100. " Her sins are forgiven ; for she C. M. loved much" Ballerma. ' Moore. 1 Were not the sinful Mary's tears An offering meet for heaven, When o'er the faults of former years She wept and was forgiven, — 2 When, gathering every balmy sweet Her days of luxury stored, She, on the Saviours hallowed feet, The precious ointment poured, — 3 And wiped them with that golden hair. Where once the diamond shone, Where now the gems of grief appear, That shine for God alone ? 4 Oh thou, who dost in error sleep, Say, wouldst thou wake in heaven ? L^ke Mary kneel, like Mary weep, Love much, and be forgiven. 101. Love to Jesus. C. M. Arlington. Doddridge. 1 Jf.sus, I love thy glorious name ; 'T is music to my ear : 102. GETHSEMANE. Fain would I sound it out so loud That heaven and earth might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My treasure and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust 3 All my capacious powers can wish, In thee doth richly meet ; Not to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 I '11 speak the honors of thy name With my last lab'ring breath ; Then speechless give my soul to thee, The conqueror of death. 102. Gethsemane. L. M. Effingham. 1 'T is midnight, — and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'T is midnight, in the garden now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight, — and from all removed, Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears ; E'en the disciple that he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is midnight, — and for others' guilt, The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken of his God. 4 'T is midnight, — and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know ; JESUS OUR REFUGE. 103, 104. Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviours wo. 103. Getlisemane. ll's M. St. Dennis. Marie de FJenry. 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron. by thy silver stream Our Saviour would linger in moonlight's soft beam : And by thy bright waters would oftentimes stray. And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head 1 How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! The angels astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3 O garden of Olivet, dear honored spot, The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above, The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. 4 Come, saints, and adore him, come bow at his feet: O give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise. And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. 104. Jesus our refuge from the 7VM. storms of life. Hotham. 1 Jesus, lover of my soul. Let me to thy bosom rly : While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high ! 105. JESUS OUR EXAMPLE IN SUFFERING. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last ! 3 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, oh ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! 4 All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 5 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. 105. Jesus our Example in Suffering. 7's M. Palmer. Montgomery. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment hall, View the Lord of life arraigned. O the wormwood and the gall ! O the pangs his soul sustained. Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, admiring at his feet, GOD^S MIRACLES IN JESUS. 106. Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete. " It is finished," hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom ; Who has taken him away ? Christ is risen ; he meets our eyes, Saviour, teach us so to rise. 106. God\s Miracles in Jesus. L. M. Duke Street. Watts. 1 Behold the blind their sight receive ! Behold the dead awake and live ! The dumb speak wonders ! and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name ! 2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own And seal the mission of his Son ; The Father vindicates his cause, While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 3 He dies ! the heavens in mourning stood ; He rises ! and appears with God : Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die ! 4 Hence and forever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart ; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. 107, 108. THE SUFFERINGS OF JESUS. 107. The Sufferings of Jesus. L. M. Wells. Montgomery. 1 The morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer : Through yielding glooms behold his face, Nor form, nor comeliness is there. 2 Last eve, by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken, or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 No guile within his mouth is found, He neither threatens nor complains ; Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 4 But hark ! He prays, — 't is for his foes ; He speaks, — 't is comfort to his friends ; Answers, — and Paradise bestows ; He bows his head ; the conflict ends. 5 Truly this was the Son of God, Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod ; Not for himself, — for man he dies. 108. Death of Jesus. S. M. Olmutz. Doddridge. 1 Behold the amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high ! Behold the Son of God's delight Expire in agony ! 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne ? LOVE OF JESUS. 109, Why did he feel that piercing smart, And meet that various scorn ? 3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died ; 'T was love that bowed his fainting head* And oped his gushing side. 4 I see, and I adore ; In sympathy of love 5 I feel the strong attractive power To lift my soul above. 5 In thee our hearts unite, Nor share thy griefs alone ; But from thy cross pursue their flight To thy triumphant throne. 109. That ye through his poverty C. M. might be made rich Dorchester. Mrs Steele. 1 Then shone Almighty power and love, In all their glorious plan, When Christ descended from above To dwell with sinful man. 2 To heal the misery below, The Saviour left the skies ; And sank to poverty and wo, That wretched man might rise, 3 Adoring angels tuned their songs To hail the joyful day ; With rapture then let mortal tongues Their grateful homage pay. 110, 111. PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION. 110, * It is finished:' 8's, 7's & 4's ML Oliphant. 1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! It is finished ! Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finished, — O what pleasure Do these precious words afford ! Heavenly blessings without measure Flow to us from Christ, the Lord ; It is finished ! Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All on earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name ; Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 111. Praise for Redemption, C. M, Cambridge. Watts. 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus ! Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; THE RESURRECTION. 112, 113. And blessings more than we can give Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 112. The Resurrection. IPs IVL H in Ion. 1 Sweet spiees they brought on their star-lighted way, And came to the grave by the dawning of day. "But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll ?" They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole. 2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone :— - Oh hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morii. Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high ; Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die. 3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, And iill every bosom with piety's flame ; Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall ob- tain, Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain. 113. The Resurrection. 7's M. Southampton. Scott. 1 Angels, roll the rock away, Death, give up thy mighty prey ; See, he rises from the tomb ! Shining in immortal bloom* 114, THE RESURRECTION.. 2 *T is the Saviour ! angels, raise Your triumphant song of praise ; Let the heaven's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ; Now, to glory see him rise ! Mark his progress through the sky To the radiant world on high. 4 Heaven unfolds her crystal gate ; Enter in thy royal state ; King of Glory, mount thy throne, 'T is thy Father's, and thine own. 5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Strike with awe your golden lyres ;~ Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song, Let the strains be loud and long. 114, The Resurrection, S. M. Troas, Kelly. 1 The Lord is risen indeed ! And are the tidings true ? Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed, And saw him living too. 2 The Lord is risen indeed ! Then death has lost his prey ; With him shall rise the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day. 3 The Lord is risen indeed ! Attending angels, hear ; Up to the 2 courts of heaven, with speed, The joyful tidings bear. JESUS DYING AND RISING. 115, 116. 4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join all the bright celestial choirs To sing our risen Lord. 115. Jesus Dying and Rising. L. M. Wells for 1 & 2, Uxbridge for 3 & 4. Watts. 1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; A solemn darkness veils the skies ; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; The Lord of glory dies for men ; But lo, what sudden joys Ave see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb ; The tomb in vain forbids his rise ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains. 1 16, Gratitude to Jesus. 8's & 7's M. Greenville. 1 Jesus, Lord of life and glory, Friend of children, hear our lays ; Humbly would our souls adore thee, Sing thy name in hymns of praise, 2 We are debtors to thy kindness, Lord of grace, and boundless love ; 7* 117, JESUS APPEARING; Thousands wander on in blindness, Strangers to the light above. 3 But 't is ours to read the pages, Where the rays of glory glow ; And, through everlasting ages, We aspire thy bliss to know. 4 Jesus, on thine arm relying, We would tread this earthly vale ; Be our life, when we are dying ;-— Be our strength, when strength shall fail 11?. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. ML Woodstock. Montgomery. 1 On the first Christian Sabbath eve, When his disciples met, O'er his lost fellowship to grieve, Nor knew the scripture yet 2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen, The form in which he died ; Their Master's marred and wounded mieri* His hands, his feet, his side. 3 Then were they glad their Lord to know^ And hailed him, yet with fear ; — Jesus, again thy presence show ; Meet thy disciples here. 4 Be in our midst ; let faith rejoice Our risen Lord to view, And make our spirits hear thy voice Say, " Peace be unto you." 5 And while with thee in social hours. We commune through thy word, May our hearts burn, and all our powers Confess, w It is the Lord." JESUS CROWNED* 118, 119. 118. Love to Jesus. L. Mu Medway. 1 When Jesus Christ was here below, And spread his works of love abroad, If I had lived so long ago, Oh should not I have loved the Lord ? 2 Jesus, who was so very kind, Who came to pardon sinful men, Who healed the sick, and cured the blind,-— Oh should not I have loved him then ? 3 But where is Jesus ? is he dead ? Oh no, he lives in heaven above ; And, " blest are they," the Saviour said, " Who, though they have not seen me, love." 119, Jesus Croicned. C. M* Coronation. 1 Come, children, hail the prince of peace, Obey the Saviour's call ; Come seek his face, and taste his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye lambs of Christ, your tribute bring. Ye children, great and small ; Hosanna sing to Christ your King, O ! crown him Lord of all, 3 This Jesus will your sins forgive, For you he drank the gall ; For you he died, that you might live To crown him Lord of all 4 Let every people, every tribe, Around this earthly ball, I20 f 12L ABIDE WITH us. To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 5 All hail, the Saviour, Prince of Peacev Let saints before him fall ; Let sinners seek his pard'ning grace, And crown him Lord of all. 120, " Abide with us, for it is L. ML towards Evening." Middleton. Keble. 1 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light 2 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It is not night if thou be near : — O may no earth-born cloud arise, To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eye-lids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 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. 12L Love to God. L. ML Hamburg. E. Taylor. 1 " Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart, and soul, and mind." So speaks :o man that sacred word, For counsel and reproof designed. MUTUAL LOVE. 122, 2 "With all thy heart,"— no idol thing, Though close around the heart it twine, Its interposing shade must fling, To darken that pure love of thine. 3 " With all thy mind," — each varied power, Creative fancy, musings high, And thoughts that glance behind, before, These must religion sanctify. 4 " With soul and strength,"— thy days of ease, While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace, All must be freely brought to him. 122, Mutual Love. C. M. Dundee. Swain. 1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, Aud so fulfil his word ; — 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart ;— 3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride , Our wishes soar above ; We try each other's faults to hide, And show a brother's love. 4 Let love in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flow ; And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glow. 123, 124. HUMILITY, 123. Gratitude to Parents. 8's IVL Wilworth. 1 My father, my mother, I know I cannot your kindness repay ; But I hcpe, that, as older I grow, I shalj learn your commands to obey. 2 You loved me, before I could tell, Who it was that so tenderly smiled ; But new that I know it so well, I should be a dutiful child. 3 But, for fear that I ever should dare From all your commands to depart, Whenever I utter a prayer, I'll ask for a dutiful heart 124. Humility. Vs M. Wilmot. 1 In a modest, humble mind, God himself will take delight ; But the proud and haughty find, They are hateful in his sight 2 Jesus Christ was meek and mild, And no angry thoughts allowed ; O shall then a little child Dare to be perverse and proud ? 3 This indeed should never be ; * Lord, forbid it, we entreat ; Grant that all may learn of thee, That humility is sweet. 4 Make it shine in every part ; Fill us with this heavenly grace ^ For the young and tender heart Surely is its proper place* ANGER. 125, 126. 125 The Worth of Time. &s & ll's M, Dwight. 1 A minute, how soon it is flown ! And yet how important it is ! God calls every moment his own, For all our existence is his ; And though we may waste them in folly and play, He notices each that we squander away. 2 We should not a minute despise, Although it so quickly is o'er ; We know that it rapidly flies, And therefore should prize it the more ; Another indeed may appear in its stead, But that precious minute forever is fled. 3 'T is easy to squander our years In idleness, folly and strife ! But oh ! no repentance nor tears Can bring back one moment of life, Then wisely improve all of time as it goes, And life will be happy, and peaceful its close. 126. Anger. L. M. Uxbridge. 1 When in my heart rise angry thoughts, And on my tongue are words unkind, W T ith what strong chains, by what blest art. Shall I my wicked temper bind ? 2 How shall I check the passion fierce My youthful bosom finds so strong, Which bids me utter words that pierce, And seeks to do my brother wrong ? 127. THE GOLDEN RULE. 3 O meek and peaceful Jesus ! then To thee, to thee my soul shall turn ; I will look up from earth and men ; To copy thee, my soul shall learn. 4 Remembering thee, thou gentle one, How mildly thou didst bear all wrongs The sin of anger I shall shun, Nor find my temper stubborn long. 5 A holy spell thy name shall be, The memory of thy peaceful life, And I will straightway thmk of thee, Whene'er my soul would rise in strife. 127. The Golden Ride. 8's & 7's ML Greenville. J. Taylor. 1 Love and kindness we may measure By this simple rule alone, — Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure Just as if it were our own ? 2 Let us try to care for others, Nor suppose ourselves the best ; We should all be friends and brothers ; 'T was the Saviour's last request 3 His example we should borrow, Who descended from above, And endured such pain and sorrow, Out of tenderness and love. 4 When the poor are unbefriended, When we will not pity lend, Christ accounts himself offended, Who is every creature's friend. KITTDNESS TO ANIMALS. 128, 129, 5 Let us not be so ungrateful, Thus his goodness to reward : Selfishness indeed is hateful In the followers of the Lord. 6 When a selfish thought would seize us, And our resolution break, Let us then remember Jesus,. And resist it for his sake,. 128. Kindness to Animals. C. M, Dedham. Gisborn. 1 Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside, Nor crush that helpless worm r The frame thy wayward looks deride Required a God to form. 2 The common Lord of all that move, From whom thy being flowed, A portion of his boundless love On that poor worm bestowed. 3 The sun, the moon, the stars he made, To all his creatures free ; And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade For worms as well as thee, 4 Let them enjoy their little day, Their lowly bliss receive : O do not lightly take away The life thou canst not give.. . 129. I must not sin. h, M Rockingham. 1 I must not sin as many do, Lest I lie down in sorrow too ; 8 130. THE NARROW PATH. For God is angry every day, With wicked ones who go astray. 2 From sinful words I must refrain ; I must not take God's name in vain ; I must not work, I must not play Upon God's holy Sabbath-day. 3 And if my parents speak the word, I must obey them in the Lord ; Nor steal, nor lie, nor waste my days In idle tales and foolish plays. 130. The Narrow Path. C. M. Stephens. 1 There is a path that leads to God ; All others go astray ; Narrow, but pleasant is the road, And Christians love the way. 2 It leads straight through this world of sin> And dangers must be past; But those who boldly walk therein Will come to heaven at last. 3 While the broad road where thousands go Lies near, and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know, To walk with sinners there. 4 But, lest my feeble steps should slide, Or wander from thy way, Lord, condescend to be my guide, And I shall never stray. WAHT 19 SIN. 131, 132, 131. Self- Examination. Evening. L. M. Hebron. Mrs Follen. 1 Bkfore I close my eyes to-night, Let me myself these questions ask, — Have I endeavored to do right, Nor thought my duty was a task ? 2 Have I been gentle, lowly, meek, And the small voice of conscience heard ? When passion tempted me to speak, Have I repressed the angry word ? 3 Have I with cheerful zeal obeyed What my kind parents bid me do ; And not by word or action said The thing that was not strictly true ? 4 In hard temptation's troubled hour, Then have I stopped to think and pray? That God would give my soul the power To chase the sinful thought away ? 5 Oh Thou, who seest all my heart, Wilt thou forgive and love me still ; Wilt thou to me new strength impart, And make me love to do thy will. 132. What is Sin ? L. M. Effingham. W. B. 0. Peabody. 1 I sin, whenever I pursue What God commands me not to do ; I sin too, if I ever shun What he hath told me must be done. 2 Thus have I often sinned, and still Offend against his holy will : 133. ALLUREMENTS OF SIN, 1 know my duty, but my heart Will from its sacred rules depart 3 Oh ! let me then confess my sin, And all the faults I hide within ; And let my erring heart deplore Its follies, and do wrong no more, 4 If I sincerely now repent, And trust in him whom heaven hath sent, He will remove the threatening rod, And bear me to the arms of God. 133. Allurements of Sin, Vs M. Wilmot. 1 Many voices seem to say, "Hither, children, — here's the way; Haste along, and nothing fear, Every pleasant thing is here r H Yes, — but whither would ye lead ? Is it happiness indeed ? Or a little shining show, Leading down to death and wo ? 3 We were made for better things ; High as heaven our nature springs ; Like the lark that upward flies, We were made to seek the skies. 4 We were made to love and fear The great God who placed us here; Made to study and fulfil All his good and holy will. 5 We were made to work awhile, Cheerful at our work to smile ; JESUS "WEFT. 134, 135. Thinking, as we labor thus, Of the heaven prepared for us, 6 So a pleasant path we'll tread, By the hand of Jesus led ; Till, from sin and sorrow freed, Ours is happiness indeed ! 134. Jesus Wept. S. M, Boylston. Eeddome. 1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep ? And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears Angels with wonder see. Be thou astonished, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept that we might weep ; Each sin demands a tear: In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. 135. Evening Meditations, CM. Woodstock. 1 I love awhile to steal away From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day, In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear ; And all his promises to plead. Where none but God can hear. 186. CONFESSION. 3 I love to think on mercies past* And future good implore ; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ) The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 136. Confession: C. M. Dundee. 1 What is there, Lord, a child can do, Who feels with guilt opprest ? There 's evil, that I never knew Before, within my breast. ^ My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard, My temper apt to rise ; . And when I seem upon my guard, It takes me by surprise. 3 And yet if I begin to pray, And lift my feeble cry, Some thoughts of folly or of play Prevent me when I try. 4 On many Sabbaths, though I've heard Of Jesus and of heaven, I've scarcely listened to thy word, Or prayed to be forgiven- PENITENCE, 137, O look with pity in thine eye Upon a heart so hard ; Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry, Or show it no regard. 137. Penitence. 3. M, Olney. 1 If Jesus Christ was sent To save us from our sin, And kindly teach us to repent, We should at once begin,. 2 He says he loves to see A broken-hearted one ; He loves that childen such as we Should mourn the wrong we Ve done* 3 'Tis not enough to say, We 're sorry and repent, Yet still go on from day to day Just as we always went. 4 Repentance is, to leave The sins we loved before, And show that we in earnest grieve* By doing so no more. 5 Lord, make us thus sincere, To watch as well as pray ; However small, however dear, Take all our sins away. 6 And since the Saviour came To make us turn from sin, With holy grief and humble shame y We would at once begin. 138, 139. THE WAYS OF WISDOMv 138. Penitence. V* M. Pleyel's Hymn. J. Taylor. 1 God of mercy, God of love, Hear our sad repentant song ; Sorrow dwells on every face, Penitence on every tongue* 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent ; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent ; 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain ; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain. 4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own , Humbled at thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy, God of grace, Hear our sad repentant songs ; O restore thy suppliant race, Thou to whom all praise belongs. 139, The Ways of Wisdom. C. M. Litchfield. 1 Why should we spend our youthful days In folly and in sin, When wisdom shows her pleasant ways, And bids us walk therein ? 2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; They glitter and are past ; PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT. 140, They yield us but a moment's joy, And end in death at last 3 But, if true wisdom we possess, Our joys shall never cease ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. 4 O may we, in our youthful days, Attend to wisdom's voice ; And make these holy, happy ways, Our own delightful choice ! 140. Prayer for the Holy Spirit, L. 1VL Effingham. 1 My Father, when I come to thee, I would not only bend the knee ; But with my spirit seek thy face,— With my whole heart desire thy grace, 2 I plead the name of thy dear Son ; All he has said, all he has done ; O may I feel his love for me, Who died from sin to set me free ! 3 To guide me, Lord, be ever nigh ; My sins forgive, my wants supply ; With favor crown my youthful days, And my whole life shall speak thy praise, 4 Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, impart ; Impress thy likeness on my heart ; Let me obey thy truth in love, Till raised to dwell with thee above* 141, 142. RESIGNATION. 141. Resignation. C. M. Ballerma, Montgomery. 1 One prayer I have, — all prayers in one, When I am wholly thine ; Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine. 2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good, In thee I firmly trust ; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember that to thee Whate'er I have I owe ; And back in gratitude from me May all thy bounties flow. 4 And, though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will ? No, let me bless thy name, and say, " The Lord is gracious still." 142. The Orphan's Hymn. L. M. Effingham. 1 Attune the heart to mournful strains ; Of wrongs and woes the song complains ; An orphan's voiee essays to swell The notes, that tears, by turns repel. 2 Left on the world's wide waste forlorn, To suffering and to sorrow born, No guide before my steps to tread, Above no friendly shelter spread. 3 Alone, amidst surrounding strife, And naked to the storms of life, the orphan's hymn, 143. Despair looks round with aching eyes, And sinking nature groans and dies, 4 Friend of the fatherless and saint, Where shall I lodge my deep complaint, Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor ? 5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God forgets me not ; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 143. The Orphan's Hymn. 7s M, Wilmot. 1 Whither but to- thee, O Lord, Shall a little orphan go ? Thou alone canst speak the word, Thou canst dry my tears of wo. 2 O, my Father ! may I tell All my wants and woes to thee ? Every want thou knowest well, Every wo thine eye can see. 3 'T was thy hand that took away Father, mother, from my sight ; Him that was my infant stay, Her that watched me day and night* 4 Yet I bless thee, for I know Thou hast wounded me in love,— Weaned my heart from things below, That it might aspire above. 144, 145. TIME AND ETRRMTY. 144. Comfort in Poverty. 7s M. Edy field. 1 Poor and needy though I be, God my Maker cares for me, Gives me clothing, shelter, food, Gives me all I have of good. 2 He, who reigns above the sky, Once became as poor as I ; He, whose blood for me was shed, Had not where to lay his head. 3 Though I labor here awhile, He will bless me with his smile ; And when this short life is past, I shall rest with him at last 145. Time and Eternity. C. M. Stephens. 1 How long sometimes a day appears ! And weeks, how long are they ! Months move as slow, as if the years Would never pass away. 2 But even years are fleeting by, And soon must all be gone ; For day by day, as minutes fly, Eternity comes on. 3 Days, months, and years must have an end ; Eternity has none ; 'T will always have as long to spend, As when it first begun. 4 Great God ! although I cannot tell How such a thing can be, tRAILTY OF LIFE. 146. 147. I humbly pray that I may dwell That long, long time, with thee. [46, Frailty of Life. S. OJmutz. Watts. M 1 Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame ! Our life, how poor a trifle 't is, That scarce deserves the name. 2 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay ; Just like a flood, our hasty days, Are sweeping us away. 3 Well, if our days must fly, We '11 keep their end in sight ; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight 4 They '11 waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea ; — Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. 147. Delay not Repentance. C, M. Arlington. 1 O 't is a folly and a crime To put religion by ; For now is the accepted time, Tomorrow we may die. 2 Our hearts grow harder every day, And more depraved the mind ; The longer we neglect to pray, The less we feel inclined. 148, 149. FRAILTY. 3 Yet sinners trifle, young and old, Until the dying day ; Then they would give a world of gold To have an hour to pray. 4 O then, lest we should perish thus, We would no longer wait; For time will soon be past with us, And death will fix our state. 148. Frailty. B, M, Boylston. 1 The lilies of the field, That quickly fade away, May well to us a lesson yield ; For we are as frail as they. 2 Just like an early rose, I 've seen an infant bloom ; But death, perhaps, before it blows, Will lay it in the tomb. 3 Then let us think on death, Though we are young and gay ; For God, who gave our life and breath, Can take them both away. 4 To God, who made them all, Let children humbly cry ; And then, whenever death may call, They '11 be prepared to die. 149. I would not live alway. ll's M. Prescott. 1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; DEATH OF A CHILD, 150, 1 would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there^ I dread not its gloom. Who, who would live alway, away from his God ? Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul, 150. Death of a Child. C. M, Dundee. 1 'T is Jesus speaks ! I fold, says he, These lambs within my breast ; Protection they shall find in me, In me be ever blessed. 2 Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve my love ; Millions of infant souls compose The family above. 3 Their feeble frames my power shall raise^ And mould with heavenly skill ; F 11 give them tongues to sing my praise ? And hands to do my will. 4 His words the happy parents hear, And shout with joy divine, " O Saviour ! all we have and ar© Shall be forever thine." 151, 152. DEATH OF A FELLOW PUPIL. 151. Death of a Pious Child. S. M, Boylston. 1 When sickness, pain, and death Come o'er a godly child, How sweetly then departs the breath ! The dying pang how mild ! 2 It gently sinks to rest, As once it used to do Upon its mothers tender breast^ And as securely too. 3 The spirit is not dead, Though low the body lies ; But, freed from sin and sorrow, fled To dwell beyond the skies. 4 That death is but a sleep Beneath a Saviour's care ; And he will surely, safely keep The body resting there. 152. Death of a Fellow Pupil C. ML Arlington. 1 Death has been here, and borne away A brother from our side,— Just in the morning of his day, As young as we, he died. 2 Not long ago, he filled his place, And sat with us to learn ; But he has run his mortal race, And never can return. DEATH OF A MOTHER. I S3; 3 Perhaps our time may be as short, Our days may fly as fast ; O Lord, impress the solemn thought, That this may be our last ! 4 All needful strength is thine to give ; To thee our souls apply For grace to teach us how to live, And make us fit to die. 153, Death of a Mother. L. M. Wells. 1 The bosom where I oft have lain, And slept my infant hours away, Will never beat for me again ; For it lies dead, and wrapt in clay. 2 How many were the silent prayers My mother offered up for me ! How many were the bitter cares She felt, when none but God could see, 3 Now she is gone, and high in heaven She sings his praise, who died for her ; And to her hand a harp is given, And she 5 s a heavenly worshipper. 4 O let me think of all she said, And all the kind advice she gave ; And let me keep it now she 's dead, And sleeping in her lowly grave*, 5 And let me choose the path she chose> And her 1 soon again may see, Beyond this world of sin and woes, With Jesus in eternity. 9* 154. THE GRAVE. 154. The Grave. H. ML Bradford. 1 There is a grassy bed, A cold and gloomy cell, In which some youthful head, Reclined, will surely dwell, Before another pleasant spring The first young violets shall bring ! 2 O if, on yonder side, A hand of dazzling flame Should bid the heavens divide, And write that young one's name, His knees would shake, his blood run cold, Like the Chaldean king of old. 3 With earnest hope and fear, For pardon he 'd implore, And spend this hasty year As he spent none before ; To Jesus Christ his soul would cling* As the one only needful thing. 4 Well, let the name be mine, (As possibly it may,) Great Saviour, now incline This thoughtless heart to pray ; Help me to choose the better part ; Help me to give thee all my heart 5 Then though the grassy bed, The cold and gloomy cell, Should bear my youthful head, For me it will be well ; Yes, better far than dwelling here, Away from home another year. DTRGE* 155, 156. 155. Funeral Hymn. L. M. Stonefieid. Watts. 1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb ! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room, To slumber in thy silent dust 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch his soft repose. 3 Thus Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed ; Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word ! Restore thy trust, — a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord, 156. Dirge. 12's & IPs IVL Scotland. Heber, 1 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb : Thy Saviour has passed through its portal be- fore thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer be- hold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; 157. THE DEATH OF A TEACHER; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to eri- fold thee, And sinners may hope, for the sinless has died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- plore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian • and guide ; He gaye thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died! 157. The Death of a Teacher. 12's & H'sM, Scotland. 1 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road ; All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God. 2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises de~ lighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love ; DEATH OF A PUPIL. 158, 159. And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, Thou wilt love him, and praise him, in hea- ven above. 3 And there may we meet when life shall be endedj All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, And there may our prayers together be blended In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven. 158. The Death of a Teacher. C. M. Woodstock. 1 Farewell, dear friend ! a long farewell ! For we shall meet no more, Till we are raised with thee to dwell On Zion's happy shore. 2 Our friend and brother, lo ! is dead ! The cold and lifeless clay Has made in dust its silent bed, And there it must decay. 3 But is he dead ? — Oh, no, he lives ! His happy spirit flies To heaven above ; and there receives The long expected prize. 4 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell, — Soon we shall rise with thee ; And when we meet, no tongue can tell How great our joys shall be. 159. The Death of a Pupil L. M. Windham. 1 A mourning class, a vacant seat, Tell us that one we loved to meet 160. DEATH OF A PUPIL, Will join our youthful throng no more, Till all these changing scenes are o'er, 2 No more that voice we loved to hear Shall fill the teacher's listening ear ; No more its tones shall join to swell The songs that of a Saviour tell. 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye. And sprightly form, must buried lie ; Deep in the cold and silent gloom, The rayless night that fills the tomb. 4 And we live on ; but none can say, How near or distant is the day When death shall at God's bidding come* To lay us in our narrow home. 5 God tells us, by this mournful death, How vain and fleeting is our breath ; And bids our souls prepare to meet The trial of his judgment-seat 160. The Death of a Pupil C. M< Woodstock. 1 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, Our humble prayer to pour ; One voice is hushed, its notes of praise Shall mingle here no more. 2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, That beamed with joy and love ; The spirit, it hath gone to Him Who gave it from above. 3 We will not weep ; for Jesus said, " Let little children come ;" But pray that our young hearts be led To seek that better home. THIS WORLD NOT OUR HOME, 161, 16.2. Thoughts on Death. S . M, Boylst.on. 1 Let children never fear To leave this world of ours, To close their eyes to beauty here, And summer's fading flowers. 2 Beyond the hills that stand In majesty alone, There is a brighter, purer land, And there our Father's throne, 3 No mortal step can tread Upon a shore so fair ; No mortal voice can there be heard, But angel harps are there. 4 And thither soars the soul, When life's brief day is done,— There is the destined, happy goal For each immortal one. 5 Then shall we turn away, When God would call us home ? No ! let us rather gladly say, Lord ! at thy call we come. 32. This World not our Home. C. 1VL Ballerma. 1 I know that earth is not the home, Where I must always stay ; I only here awhile shall roam, Until a brighter day. 163. HEAVEN. 2 Earth is the school where I must learn To do my Father's wil^ That, when he calls me to return,* I may be with him still. 3 Here I must purify my heart, My selfishness subdue. Father, thy gracious aid impart, My feeble strength renew, 4 That I may pure and holy rise To meet a Father's love, Far, far beyond the starry skies, In that bright home above. 163. Heaven. C. M. Jordan. Watts. 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. U There everlasting spring abides, And never-fading flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink, To cross the narrow sea ; And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away. HOPE OF HEAVEN. 164. 16 5 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes ; 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er ; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 164. Hope of Heaven. T% & 6's M. Amsterdam. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things Towards heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed {hem to their source : So the soul that 's born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 65. The Young in Heaven. C. M, Dundee. J What souls are those that venture near The throne of God to see ? Ten thousand happy ones, who here Were children such as we. 10 166. HEAVEN. 2 Their sins the Saviour washed away, He made them white and clean ; They loved his word, they loved his day ; They loved him though unseen. 3 Now, under many a grassy mound Their youthful bodies rest; But safe their happy souls are found Upon their Saviour's breast. 4 O may we travel, as they trod, The path that leads to heaven, And seek forgiveness from that God, Who hath their sins forgiven. 5 Blest Saviour ! hear our humble cry, And our young hearts renew ; Then raise our ransomed souls on high, That we may see thee too. 166. Heaven. C. M. Clarendon. 1 There is a glorious world of light Above the starry- sky, Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark ! amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, Ten thousand, thousand infant tongues Unite to sing his praise. 3 These are the hymns that we shall know, If Jesus we obey ; This is the place where we shall go, If found in wisdom's way. THE NEW JERUSALEM. 167, 168. 167. The Neiv Jerusalem. C. M. Arlington. 1 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. 4 Why should I shrink at pain and wo, Or feel at death dismay ? I 've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand. ; And soon my friends in Christ below ' Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. 168. Death of the Righteous. L. M. Effingham. Mrs Barbauld. 1 How blest the righteous when he dies 4 When sinks a weary soul to rest, 169. THE HEAVENLY SABBATH. How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, „ A calm, which life nor death destroys ; And nought disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell, How bright the unchanging morn appears ! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell. 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Free from its load the spirit flies ; While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies ! n 169. The Heavenly Sabbath. L. M. Hebron. Doddridge. 1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there 's a nobler rest above : To that our longing souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs, That warble from immortal tongues. 3 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, No conscious guilt disturb our joy ; THE EVERLASTING SABBATH. 170, 171. No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 When shall that glorious day begin, Beyond the reach of death and sin, Whose sun shall never more decline, But with unfading" lustre shine ? t 170. Song of the Redeemed. C. M. Nichols. Montgomery. 1 Sing we the song of those, who stand Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime and land, A multitude unknown. 2 Toil, trial, suffering still await, On earth the pilgrim throng ; Yet learn we in our low estate The church triumphant's song. 3 Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain. Cry the redeemed above, Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love. 4 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, Who died our souls to save ; Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting ? Thy victory, O Grave ? 171. The Everlasting Sabbath. 7's M. Bdyfield. ISoon will set the Sabbath sun. Soon the sacred day be gone ; But a sweeter rest remains, Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 172. HEAVEN. 2 Pleasant are the songs we raise ; Full of joy our notes of praise ; But a music sweeter far Breathes where angel spirits are. 3 Shall we ever rise to dwell Where immortal praises swell ? And can children ever go Where eternal Sabbaths glow ? i Yes : — that rest our own may be, All the good shall Jesus see ; For the good a rest remains, Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 172. Heaven. S. M. Gerar- Mrs Steele. 1 Far from these scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 There sickness never comes ; There grief no more complains ; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And purest pleasure reigns. 3 No jarring passions there The sons of peace molest ; But harmony and love sincere Fill every happy breast. 4 No cloud those regions know, Forever bright and fair ; For sin, the source of mortal wo, Can never enter there. HEAVEN, 178 5 There night is never known, Nor sun's faint, sickly ray ; But glory from the eternal throne Spreads everlasting day. 6 O ! may this prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love ; May lively faith arid strong desire Bear every thought above, 173. Heaven. L. JYt Uxbridge. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 Oh ! when the hours of life are past, And death's dark shade arrives at last, It is not sleep, — it is not rest, T is glory opening to the blest. 2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin. And Christ shall then receive them in ; There each shall wear a robe of light Like his, divinely fair and bright 3 There parted hearts again shall meet In union holy, calm and sweet ; There grief find rest, and never more Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 4 There angels will unite their prayers With spirits bright and blest as theirs, And light shall glance on every crown, From suns that never more go down. 5 No storms shall ride the troubled air, No voice of passion enter there ; But all be peaceful as the sigh Of evening gales, that breathe and die> 174. THE HEAVENLY REST. 6 For there the God of mercy sheds His purest influence on their heads, And gilds the spirits round the throne With glory radiant as his own. 174. The Heavenly Rest. P. M. Lanesboro'. 1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given ; There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast, — 'T is found above, in heaven. 2 There is home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearful eye, The heart with anguish riven ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom ; — And joys supreme are given. There rays divine disperse the gloom ; — Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn of heaven. MEETING IN HEAVEN. 175, 176* 175. Meeting of Friends in C. P. M. Heaven. Aithlone. Wesley. 1 If death my friend and me divide, Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, Or frown, my tears to see : Restrained from passionate excess, Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress, For them that rest in thee. 2 I feel a strong immortal hope, Which bears my mournful spirit up, Beneath its mountain load : Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain. I soon shall find my friend again, Within the arms of God. 3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing shall restore, Which death has snatched away ; For me thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend, In that eternal day. 176. One Family in Heaven and on C. M Earth. Cambridge. Wesley. 1 The saints on earth and those above, But one communion make ; Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, All of his grace partake. 2 One family, we dwell in him, One church above, beneath. 177. HEAVEN. Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. 3 One army of the living God, At his command we bow : Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. 4 O God, be thou our constant guide ! Then, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. 177. These are they that came out of C. M. great tribulation. Ballerma. Watts. 1 These glorious minds, how bright they shine ! Whence all their white array ? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day ? 2 From torturing pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And they have washed their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood. 3 Now they approach their Father, God, And bow before his throne ; Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One. 4 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast : The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 5 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away All sorrow from their eyes. THE LAST JUDGMENT. 178, 179 178. The Last Judgment L. M. Wells. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 As once the Saviour rose on high, When murderers bore him to his doom, So all that live and all that die Shall break the dungeons of the tomb. 2 And when again he walks the skies, When rolling clouds his path surround, The nations of the dead shall rise At the deep stirring trumpet's sound. 3 The Father of our erring race Shall give the judgment to the Son, And spread the books before his face, Remembering all that they have done. 4 Then all, whose days were passed in sin, Who turned from heaven with guilty heart, When God would fain have led them in, Shall hear the awful word, Depart. 5 But if I keep my God in view, In all I think, and all I do; Then, when my Saviour wakes the dead, His own right hand shall crown my head. 179. Judgment Hymn. P. M. Monmouth. Martin Luther. 1 Great God, what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated : The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore The dead which they contained before ! Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 180. JUDGMENT HYMN. 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding", Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding : No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him. 3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, Behold his power prevailing ; For they shall rise, and find, their tears And sighs are unavailing : The day of grace is past and gone ; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet him. 4 Great God, what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated : Saved through his cross, I hail the day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him. 180. Love to the Church of God. S. M. Gerar. Watts. 1 I love thy Zion, Lord ! The house of thine abode ; The church, my blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church, O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 If e'er to bless her sons My voice or hands deny, MISSIONARY HYMN. 181, These hands let useful skill forsake, This voice in silence die. • 4 If e'er ray heart forget Her welfare or her wo, Let every joy this heart forsake, And every grief o'erflow. •5 For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 181. Missionary Hymn. 7's & 6's M, "Missionary Hymn. Heber. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? 182. PRAYER FOR THE HEATHEN. Salvation ! O salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name ! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, — Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 182. Prayer for the Heathen, L. M. Effingham. 1 Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke, No guiding star the wise men see ; And heavy is oppression's yoke, Where first the gospel said, Be free. 2 And where the harps of angels bore Heaven's message to the shepherd-throng, Good will and peace are heard no more To murmur Bethlehem's vales along. 3 Send forth, send forth the glorious light, That from eternal wo doth save ; And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight, Ere millions find a hopeless grave. 4 Behold ! the knee of childhood bends In prayer for that benighted land ; And with its sabbath lesson blends Fond memory of the mission band. GOD OUR GUIDE. 183, 184. 5 With pitying zeal o'er ocean's wave, We reach the helpless hand to take ; O may we but one wanderer save ! We ask it for our Saviour's sake. 183. The Final Reign of Jesus upon L. M. Earth. Truro. Watts. 1 Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head ; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen. 184. God our Guide. 8's & 7's M. Greenville. 1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah ! Pilgrim through this barren land : I am weak, but thou art mighty, — Hold me with thy powerful hand. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; 185, 186. spring. Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; Thou of death and hell the conqueror, Land me safe on Canaan's side. 185. Spring. C. IL Clarendon. 1 While beauty clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms on the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day ! 2 How kind the influence of the skies ' Soft showers, with blessings frau^hi, Bid verdure, fragrance, beauty nse, And fix the roving thought. 3 O let my wandering heart confess. With gratitude and love, The bounteous hand, that deigns to o!ess The garden, field, and grove. 4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song ; And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. 186. Spring. C. M. Henry. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 When brighter suns and milder skies Proclaim the opening year, What various sounds of joy arise ! What prospects bright appear ! SPRING. 187. 2 Earth and her thousand voices give Their thousand notes of praise ; And all, that by his mercy live, To God their offering' raise. 3 The streams, all beautiful and bright, Reflect the morning sky ; And there, with music in his flight, The wild bird soars on high. 4 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, That saw the Saviour rise, The spring of heaven's eternal year Shall dawn on earth and skies. 5 No winter there, no shades of night, Profane those mansions blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest. 187. Spring. L. M. Rockingham. Mrs Opie. 1 There seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every opening flower, Which tells, O Lord ! the wondrous tale Of thine indulgence, love and power. 2 The birds that rise on soaring wing, Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee a grateful anthem raise. 3 And shall my voice, great God, alone Be mute midst nature's loud acclaim ? No ; let my heart with answering tone Breathe forth in praise thy holy name, 11* 188. SUMMER. 4 And nature's debt is small to mine, Thou badest her being bounded be, But, — matchless proof of love divine, — ■ Thou gavest eternal life to me. 188. Summer, 7's & 6's M. Yarmouth. Miss Simes. 1 'T is summer, glorious summer, — Look to the glad green earth, How from her grateful bosom, The herb and flower spring forth ; — These are her rich thanksgivings, The incense floats above ! • Father ! what may we offer ? Thy chosen flower is love ! 2 'T is summer, blessed summer, — The lofty hills are bright ; All nature's fountains sparkle, — Shall ours have lesser light ? No ! bid each spirit praise Him, Who hangs on every tree A thousand living lyres, Awaking harmony ! 3 'T is summer in our bosoms, When youthful snares we fly, And strength and peace are given By angel ministry. — 'T is summer in yon heaven, Where, Teachers, ye shall know While time shall last the blessedness Wrought by your love below. THE CHANGING SEASONS. 189. 189. The Changing Seasons. C. M. Stephens. Watts. 1 With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high ; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessings down, To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year ; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground ; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn ; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. 6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word ; With song3 and honors sounding loud, Praise ve the sovereign Lord. 190, 191. HARVEST HYMN. 190. Gos & IPs M. Dwight. 1 When flowers in summer appear, We wish that they alwaj s would last ; But winter must shortly be here, To sweep them away with its blast Spring, summer, and autumn will hasten away ; The roses must fade, and the blossoms decay. 2 In heaven, no winter they know, To wither their pleasures away ; The plants that so sweetly do grow, Shall blossom and never decay ; I or earth's fading charms then no longer we '11 care, But hope we may spend an eternity there. 193. God seen in all things. 6 1. L. M. Eaton. Moore. 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee ; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When day with farewell beam delays Among the opening clouds of even, 194. THE RAINBOW. And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas up to heaven, Those lines that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, * at sacred gloom, those fires divine, - grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower that summer wreathes, Is born beneath thy kindling eye ; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 194. The Rainbow. C. M. Henry. . Mrs Hemans. 1 Behold that arch of varied hue ! From heaven to earth 't is bowed ; Haste, ere it vanish, haste to view The rainbow in the cloud. 2 'T was not alone to charm thy sight, God gave that vision fair ; — Gaze on its beams of azure light, And read His mercy there. 3 It tells us that the mighty deep, Fast by the Eternal chained, No more o'er earth's domains shall sweep, Awful and unrestrained. 4 It tells that seasons, heat and cold, Fixed by his sovereign will, THE STARS. 195. in their course, bid man behold (-time and harvest; still ; ill the flower shall deck the field, n vernal zephyrs blow ; ill the vine its fruit shall yield, 1 autumn sun-beams glow. hild of that fair earth, which yet j with each charm endowed,