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So shall they smile, secure from fear,

Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children, ready to be gone,

Bid time's impetuous tide roll on, And land them on that blooming shore, Where years and death are known no more. 87. L. M. H. M. WILLIAMS.

Thou hast made Summer and Winter.' 1 My God, all nature owns thy sway ;

Thou givest the night, and thou the day ;
When all thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour ;
And when she pours her choral song,

Her melodies to thee belong.
2 Or when, in purer tints arrayed,

The evening slowly spreads her shade,
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire,
From earth the pensive spirit free,

And lead the softened heart to thee. 3 As o'er thy works the seasons roll,

And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human soul in vain!
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wondering soul to praise ;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favour rise.
88. C. M. 61.

CONDER
On the Sea Shore.
1 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,

Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,

Thy dwelling is on high :
Yet, dear the awful thought to me,

That thou, my God, art nigh.
2 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll,

Through the wide fields of air;

The waves obey thy dread control ;

Yet still thou art not there.
Where shall I find him, O my soul,

Who yet is everywhere?
3 0, not in circling depth, or height,

But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from sight,

There does his spirit rest.
O come, thou Presence Infinite,

And make thy creature blest.

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89. 10 & 6s M. S. G. GOODRICH.

Thoughts at Sea. 1 HERE is the boundless ocean, there the sky

O'erarching broad and blue, Telling of God and heaven, how deep, how high,

How glorious and how true! 2 Upon the wave there is an anthem sweet,

Whispered in fear and love, Sending a solemn tribute to the feet

Of Him who sits above.
3 God of the waters ! nature owns her king!

The sea thy sceptre knows;
At thy command the tempest spreads its wing,

Or folds it to repose. 4 And when the whirlwind hath gone rushing by,

Obedient to thy will,
What reverence sits upon the wave and sky,

Humbled, subdued, and still!
5 0! let my soul, like the submissive sea,

With peace upon its breast,
By the deep influence of thy spirit be

Holy and hushed to rest;
6 And as the golden sun lights up the morn,

Bidding the storm depart,
So may the Sun of Righteousness adorn,

With love, my shadowed heart.

90. L. M. ANONYMOUS.

Hymn at Sea. 1 On Thou, who bid'st these ocean-streams

Their primal bounds and limits keep;

Who lay'st thy temple’s starry beams

Unshaken on the mighty deep; 2 Conduct us o'er the trackless waste That

spurns the print of human feet, But where thy presence may be traced

In every wind and wave we meet! 3 And as the liquid plains we rove,

Should stormy winds resistless blow,
O save us from the flash above!

O spare us from the gulf below!
4 But teach us, more than all the rest, –

To bow subinissive to thy will,
In all thy tender mercies blest

In all thy judgments, patient still !
5 That when life's weary voyage is past,

By favouring gales or tempests driven,
Our steadfast barks may gain at last
Their wished for port — their port in heaven.

91. L. M. BOWRING.

Sleep.
1 Reviving sleep! thy sheltering wing

Is o'er the couch of labour spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,

That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay

When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps ;
When evening veils the eye of day,

And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 But, lighted ’neath heaven's temple arch,

Ten thousand stars are shining round,
And all on their imposing march,

Thy everlasting praise resound.
4 O then thy spirit, Lord, anew

Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,

And life's sad waste repairs again.
5 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine;

And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear thy voice divine,
• Awake! for death's dark night is past.'

to see,

92. C. M. BP. HEBER.

A Vision of Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favoured home of God on earth, thou heaven below

the sky, Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief

Jerusalem, Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee. 2 Oh hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flocked beneath

the wing Of him who called thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to

see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been

free! 3.And who art thou that mournest me?' replied the ruin

gray, "And fearest not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee;

But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive tree! 4 Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy

spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their pun

ishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be, Who spared not his chosen seed, may send his wrath on

tliee! 5 Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime;

Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted time!
So Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee,
And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be!'

93. C. M. WESLEY.

Self Dedication.
1 LORD, in the strength of grace,

With a glad heart and free,
Myself, my residue of days,

I consecrate to thee.
2 Thy ransomed servant I

Restore to thee thine own;
And from this moment live or die,

To serve my God alone.

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