I WHEN morning gilds the skies,
My heart, awaking, cries,
Thy name, O God, be praised!
Alike at work and prayer,
On thee I cast my care:
Thy name, O God, be praised!
2 Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find:

Thy name, O God, be praised!
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this:
Thy name, O God, be praised!
3 When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast:
Thy name, O God, be praised!

Eddy. S. M.

The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet chant they hear :
Thy name, O God, be praised!

4 When sleep her balm denies,
My silent spirit sighs,

Thy name, O God, be praised!
The night becomes as day,
When from the heart we say,
Thy name, O God, be praised!

5 Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine,

Thy name, O God, be praised!
Be this the eternal song
Through all the ages on,
Thy name, O God, be praised!

565.

I HAPPY the man who knows
His Master to obey,

Whose life of care and labor flows
Where God points out the way.

2 He riseth to his task

Soon as the word is given, Nor waits, nor doth a question ask, When orders come from heaven.

3 Nothing he calls his own; Nothing he hath to say;

His feet are shod for God alone, And God alone obey.

4 Give us, O God, this mind, Which waits for thy command, And doth its highest pleasure find In thy great work to stand.

The Lord is

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sin and sadness

568.

I HEAVEN is here. Its hymns of gladness
Cheer the true believer's way,

In this world where sin and sadness
Often change to night our day.
Heaven is here: where misery lightened
Of its heavy load is seen;
Where the face of sorrow brightened

By the deed of love hath been;

2 Where the bound, the poor, despairing,
Are set free, supplied, and blest;
Where, in others' anguish sharing,
We can find our surest rest;
Where we heed the voice of duty

Rather than man's praise or rod: This is heaven, its peace, its beauty, Radiant with the smile of God.

Pilgrim. 85, 75, D.

569.

I KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in every station,

Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think what Jesus did to win thee:

Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed with faith and winged with prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days; Hope shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

ev-'ry station, did to win thee:

Murrap. 85, 75, D.

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He that go

tiring,

570.

I HE that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing still the precious seed,

Never tiring, never sleeping,

Soon shall see his toil succeed: Showers of rain will fall from heaven, Then the cheering sun shall shine; So shall plenteous fruit be given,

Through an influence all divine. 2 Sow thy seed, be never weary,

Let not fear thy mind employ ; Though the prospect be most dreary, Thou mayest reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear! Look again! the fields are whitening; Harvest-time is surely near!

571.

I YEARS are coming-speed them onward!-
When the sword shall gather rust,
And the helmet, lance, and falchion
Sleep at last in silent dust!
Earth has heard too long of battle,
Heard the trumpet's voice too long;
But another age advances,

Seers foretold in ancient song.

2 Years are coming when, forever,
War's dread banner shall be furled,
And the angel Peace be welcomed,
Regent of the happy world.
Hail with song that glorious era,

When the sword shall gather rust,
And the helmet, lance, and falchion
Sleep at last in silent dust.

FINE.

D.S.