4 Behold the axe its pride doth wound; Through its cleft boughs the sun doth shine; Its blasted blossoms strew the ground: Give glory to the arm divine.

5 And still Jehovah's aid implore, From isle to isle, from sea to sea, From peopled earth's remotest shore, To root that deadly Upas Tree.



797. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.

Dedication of a Temperance Hall.

1 'Mid homes and shrines forsaken Of joy and peace divine, Faint hearts new strength have taken, A light is seen to shine! Its beaming revelations Are shed in mercy far; A guide to all the nations— The glorious Temperance star!

2 Hushed be that wail of sadness, Life, life has come again; Awake the song of gladness, Swell high the choral strain! The lost returns from straying In sin's destructive way; That curse is turned to praying, That night to blissful day!

3 God of this day! Our Father! In humble praise to thee, Within these walls we gather— The spared, the blest, the free; To hail thy grace far-sounding— Our Temple dedicate To hope and life abounding In Man regenerate!

4 Rest thou within it ever, As o'er the ark of old; And here, O may we never In our great strife wax cold. Nerve every arm and spirit For each successful blow, Till Temperance shall inherit All temples here below!



798. 6s. & 4s. M. Pierpont.

Prayer for the Abolition of Slavery.

1 With thy pure dews and rains, Wash out, O God! the stains From Afric's shore; And while her palm trees bud, Let not her children's blood, With her broad Niger's flood, Be mingled more.

2 Quench, righteous God! the thirst, That Congo's sons hath cursed— The thirst for gold; Shall not thy thunders speak, Where Mammon's altars reek, Where maids and matrons shriek, Bound, bleeding, sold?

3 Hear'st thou, O God! those chains, That clank on Freedom's plains, By Christians wrought? Those who these chains have worn, Christians from home have torn, Christians have hither borne, Christians have bought!

4 Lord! wilt thou not, at last, From thine own image cast Away all cords, Save those of love, which brings Man, from his long wand'rings, Back—to the King of kings,— The Lord of lords?



799. L. M. Mrs. Chapman.

For Faithfulness in the Cause of Human Freedom.

1 O God of freedom! hear us pray For steadfast hearts to toil as one; Till thy pure law hath boundless sway— Thy will in heaven and earth be done.

2 A piercing voice of grief and wrong Goes upward from the groaning earth; Most true and holy Lord! how long?— In majesty and might come forth.

3 Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too, Behold th' oppressor in his sin; Make all his actions just and true, Renew his wayward heart within.



800. L. M. Anonymous.

Prayer for Zeal and Love.

1 O Lord! whose forming hand one blood To all the tribes and nations gave, And giv'st to all their daily food, Look down in pity on the slave!

2 Fetters and chains and stripes remove, Deliv'rance to the captives give; And pour the tide of light and love Upon their souls, and bid them live.

3 Oh! kindle in our hearts a flame Of zeal, thy holy will to do; And bid each one, who loves thy name, Love all his bleeding brethren too.

4 Through all thy temples, let the stain Of prejudice each bosom flee; And, hand in hand, let Afric's train, With Europe's children, worship thee.



801. 8s. & 7s. M. Mrs. Livermore.

Prayer for the Slave.

1 Father, who of old descended From thy throne above the sky, And thine Israel's rights defended, Hear the bondman's anguished cry!

2 Hear how Ethiopia crieth, Kneeling on the blood-stained sod; And how sable Afric' sigheth, Lifting up her hands to God!

3 From the grasp of strong oppression, From the tyrant's rusting chain, And from slavery's deep depression, With its life-long hours of pain;

4 From our country's wide savannas, Let the cry come up to thee, Let the prayers become hosannas— Father, set thy children free!



802. 7s. M. Mrs. Follen.

That God Would hear the Cries of the Slave.

1 Lord! deliver; thou canst save; Save from evil, Mighty God! Hear—oh! hear the kneeling slave, Break—oh! break th' oppressor's rod.

2 May the captive's pleading fill All the earth, and all the sky; Every other voice be still, While he pleads with God on high.

3 He, whose ear is everywhere, Who doth silent sorrow see, Will regard the captive's prayer, Will from bondage set him free.

4 From the tyranny within, Save thy children, Lord! we pray; Chains of iron, chains of sin, Cast forever, cast away.

5 Love to man, and love to God, Are the weapons of our war; These can break the oppressor's rod— Burst the bonds that we abhor.



803. L. M. J. G. Whittier.

For a Liberty Meeting on the Fourth of July.

1 O Thou! whose presence went before Our fathers in their weary way, As with thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night—the cloud by day!

2 When, from each temple of the free, A nation's song ascends to heaven, Most Holy Father! unto thee, May not our humble prayer be given,—

3 For those to whom this day can bring, Not, as to us, the joyful thrill;— For those, who, under freedom's wing, Are bound in slavery's fetters still:—

4 And grant, O Father! that the time Of Earth's deliverance may be near, When every land, and tongue, and clime, The message of thy love shall hear.

5 When smitten, as with fire from heaven, The captive's chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just.



804. L. M. Miss Weston.

"'Tis good to be merciful."

1 'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, Crushed down by Slavery's iron hand, And feel, while numbering o'er their woes, Strength for the just and true to stand.

2 'Tis good and true to say to those, Who claim a right in human kind, "Mercy and Justice are your foes, And they shall certain triumph find."

3 'Tis good—'tis blessed, to say to all, "Arise, to help the wretched slave, Upon your God for courage call, And in his strength go forth and save."

4 Lord! this is what we seek to do; Grant us thy grace to do it well; Help us thy glory to pursue, And of thy promises to tell.



805. P. M. H. Ware, Jr.

The Progress of Freedom.

1 Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day; When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway.

2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong, And freedom's morning bar?

3 The hour of triumph comes apace, The fated, promised hour, When earth upon a ransomed race Her bounteous gifts shall shower. Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell! Bid high thy sacred banner swell! Let trump on trump the triumph tell Of Heaven's redeeming power.



806. 6s. & 10s. M. Milton, Gardner, and Dwight.

Peace.

1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around,— No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

2 No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love he came, And gentle was the reign, Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild.

3 Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield.

4 The peaceful conqueror goes, And triumphs o'er his foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit Submissive at his feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love.



807. 6s. & 4s. M. E. Davis.

For an Anniversary Meeting of the Friends of Peace.

1 Not with the flashing steel— Not with the cannon's peal, Or stir of drum, But in the bonds of love; Our white flag floats above, Her emblem is the dove, 'Tis thus we come.

2 The laws of Christian light, These are our weapons bright, Our mighty shield; Christ is our leader high, And the broad plains which lie Beneath the blessed sky, Our battle field.

3 On, then, in God's great name, Let each pure spirit's flame Burn bright and clear: Stand firmly in your lot, Cry ye aloud, "Doubt not," Be every fear forgot, Christ leads us here.

4 So shall Earth's distant lands In happy, holy bands, One brotherhood, Together rise and sing, And joyful offerings bring, And Heaven's Eternal King Pronounce it good.



808. C. M. Gibbons.

Prayer for Universal Peace.

1 Lord, send thy word, and let it run, Armed with thy Spirit's power; Ten thousand shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour.

2 Beneath the influence of thy grace The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, A blooming paradise.

3 True holiness shall strike its root In each regenerate heart, Shall in a growth divine arise, And heavenly fruits impart.

4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murderous cannon roar.

5 Lord, for those days we wait;—those days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring This promised age of gold!



809. C. M. Anonymous.

The Gospel of Peace.

1 Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace His banner has unfurled; Let strife, and sin, and error cease, And joy pervade the world!

2 Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace His word and life display; Let every soul his love embrace, And own its gentle sway.

3 Peace on the earth, good will to men, Embraced the Gospel plan; Let that sweet strain be heard again, Which angel-tones began.

4 Joy to the isles and lands afar, Messiah reigns above; Let every eye behold the star, The star of light and love.



810. C. M. Mrs. Livermore.

Peace.

1 No warlike sounds awoke the night, Announcing Jesus' birth, But angels borne on wings of light, Who chanted "Peace to earth!"

2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed Was Christ the Saviour found; Not striving, when by wrath assailed Not with the laurel crowned.

3 But meek and lowly was his life, The gentle Prince of Peace, Whose law condemns the hostile strife, And bids dissensions cease.

4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung Beneath the smiling sky, Nor to the clouds the banner flung That tells of victory.

5 But let the blissful period haste, When, hushed the cannon's roar, The sword shall cease mankind to waste, And war shall be no more.



811. C. M. Anonymous.

Prospect of Universal Peace.

1 O'er mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.

2 The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall the whole world command.

3 Nor war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears.

4 No longer host, encountering host, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more.



812. 7s. M. Lewins Mead Coll.

The Blessings of Peace.

1 Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, Dwell with rapture on the theme; Loud, still louder, swell the strain: Peace on earth, good will to men.

2 Breezes! whispering soft and low, Gently murmur as ye blow, Breathe the sweet celestial strain, Peace on earth, good will to men.

3 Ocean's billows! far and wide Rolling in majestic pride: Loud still louder, swell the strain, Peace on earth, good will to men.

4 Christians! who these blessings feel, And in adoration kneel; Loud, still louder, swell the strain, Praise to God, good will to men.



813. 8s. 7s. & 6s. M. Miss Fletcher.

Compassion for the Sinning.

1 Think gently of the erring! Lord, let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet. Heir of the same inheritance! Child of the self-same God! He hath but stumbled in the path, We have in weakness trod.

2 Speak gently to him, brother; Thou yet mayst lead him back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not thou hast often sinned, And sinful yet must be: Deal gently with the erring one, As God hath dealt with thee.



814. 10s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault; The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou, too, wouldst swerve and halt.

2 Send back the wand'rer to the Saviour's fold; That were an action worthy of a saint; But not in malice let the crime be told, Nor publish to the world the evil taint.

3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide; Then is his holy name by men blasphemed And he afresh is mocked and crucified, Even by those his bitter death redeemed.

4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another's pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook, And mighty and rejoicing is thy gain!



815. L. M. Mrs. Livermore.

Reclaiming Power of Love.

1 Jesus, what precept is like thine, "Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, O what power divine Would then transform our earth to heaven.

2 Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain, Not by the prison or the sword, The shackle, or the clanking chain.

3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will his wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away.

4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To bring the wanderer back by love; Thus let us win our brother, man, And imitate thee, God above!



816. L. M. Miss Fletcher.

For the Prisoner.

1 Father! we pray for those who dwell Within the prison's gloomy cell! For those whose souls are bending low Beneath the weight of guilt and woe.

2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way And saved us from sin's iron sway; Our brethren in a weaker hour Have yielded to temptation's power.

3 Teach us with humble hearts to feel, How darkly on our brows the seal Of guilt might now perchance be set, Had we the same temptation met.

4 Then while the error we would shun, We still would aid the erring one To turn from sin's unpitying sway, To virtue's fair and pleasant way.



817. L. M. Miss Edgarton.

The Same.

1 Oh shut not out sweet Pity's ray From souls now clouded o'er by sin; Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in.

2 Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat In hearts that seem unmoved and dead.

3 'Tis just that they should bear the pain Of keen remorse and guilty shame; But scorn may drive to crime again— 'Tis only love that can reclaim.



818. S. M. Miss Fletcher.

The Same.

1 We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain; We come to plead for those who lie Bound with the prisoner's chain.

2 O, give them contrite hearts, To feel their fearful sin, And give to us a patient faith Those erring ones to win.

3 Give us to love thy law, The paths of vice to shun, But never harshly dare to spurn The suffering sinful one.



819. S. M. Miss Martineau, alt.

The Coming of Christ in Power.

1 Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid! We watch as for the day-spring near, Amid the breaking shade.

2 Lord Jesus, come; for hosts Meet on the battle plain: The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain.

3 Lord Jesus, come; for chains Are still upon the slave; Bind up his wounds, relieve his pains, The pining bondman save.

4 Hark! herald voices near, Lead on thy happier day: Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear; We wait to strew thy way.

5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more.



820. C. M. R. Nicoll.

Honor all Men.

1 I may not scorn the meanest thing That on the earth doth crawl; The slave who would not burst his chain, The tyrant in his hall.

2 The vile oppressor who hath made The widowed mother mourn, Though worthless, soulless he may stand, I cannot, dare not scorn.

3 The darkest night that shrouds the sky, Of beauty hath a share: The blackest heart hath sighs to tell That God still lingers there.



821. C. M. Whittier.

The Call of Truth.

1 Oh! not alone with outward sign, Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart, Love for the true and right, Zeal for the Christian's better part, Strength for the Christian's fight.

2 Though heralded by nought of fear, Or outward sign or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well: The call to truth and love.



822. C. M. Lond. Inquirer.

Encouragement to Christian Effort.

1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, Waiting its natal hour.

2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife.

3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell How vast its power may be; Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently.

4 Work and despair not: bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free.



823. S. M. Enfield.

Forgiveness.

1 I hear the voice of woe! I hear a brother's sigh! Then let my heart with pity flow, With tears of love, my eye.

2 I hear the thirsty cry! The hungry beg for bread! Then let my spring its stream supply, My hand its bounty shed.

3 The debtor humbly sues, Who would, but cannot pay; And shall I lenity refuse, Who need it every day?

4 And shall not wrath relent, Touched by that humble strain, My brother crying, "I repent, Nor will offend again?"

5 How else, on soaring wing, Can hope bear high my prayer, Up to thy throne, my God, my King, To plead for pardon there?



824. 7s. M. Milman.

"And he arose and rebuked the winds and sea."

1 Lord! thou didst arise and say, To the troubled waters, "Peace," And the tempest died away, Down they sank, the foaming seas; And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o'er all the glassy deep, All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen!

2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose, From oppressions, and from woes; And another heaven appear On our world of darkness here!



SEAMEN'S HYMNS.



825. L. M. C. Wesley.

"They that go down to the sea in ships."

1 Lord of the wide extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls;

2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine; We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thine immensity!

3 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo' in the hollow of thy hand The measured waters sink and rise.

4 Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth and her sons beneath thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale, And less than nothing in thine eye.



826. L. M. Watts.

The Seaman's Song.

1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad? With hardy mariners survey The unknown regions of the sea.

2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favor of the wind; Till God command, and tempests rise, That heave the ocean to the skies.

3 When land is far, and death is nigh, Bereaved of hope, to God they cry: His mercy hears their loud address, And sends salvation in distress.

4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage, And stormy tempests cease to rage; The grateful band their fears give o'er And hail with joy their native shore.

5 O, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord; Let them their purest offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing.



827. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.

"These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep."

1 Oh God! thy name they well may praise, Who to the deep go down, And trace the wonders of thy ways, Where rocks and billows frown.

2 For many a fair majestic sight Hath met their wandering eyes, Beneath the streaming northern light Or blaze of Indian skies.

3 If glorious be that awful deep, No human power can bind, What then art thou, who bid'st it keep Within its bounds confined!

4 Let heaven and earth in praise unite, Eternal praise to thee, Whose word can rouse the tempest's might, Or still the raging sea!



828. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.

The Mariner's Hymn.

1 Lord of the sea!—thy potent sway Old ocean's wildest waves obey; The gale that whistles through the shrouds, The storm that drives the frighted clouds,— If but thy whisper order peace, How soon their rude commotions cease!

2 Lord of the sea!—the seaman keep From all dangers of the deep! When high the white-capped billows rise, When tempests roar along the skies, When foes or shoals awaken fear,— O, in thy mercy be thou near.

3 Lord of the sea!—a sea is life Of care and sorrow, woe and strife! With watchful pains we steer along, To keep the right path, shun the wrong: God grant, that, when we cease to roam, We gain an everlasting home!



829. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney.

The Same.

1 When the parting bosom bleeds, When our native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes us to her trust again, Father! view a sailor's woe— Guide us wheresoe'er we go.

2 When the lonely watch we keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear us daily on our course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on our head.

3 When the Sabbath's peaceful ray, O'er the ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be Sabbath to the unresting sea.

4 When in foreign lands we roam, Far from kindred, far from home, Stranger-eyes our conduct view, Heathen-bands our steps pursue, Let our conversation be Fitting those who follow thee.

5 Should pale death, with arrow dread, Make the ocean-cave our bed, Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be— God! who hear'st the surges roll, Deign to save the sailor's soul.



830. C. M. Madan's Coll.

Thanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm.

1 Our little bark, on boisterous seas, By cruel tempests tossed, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Expecting to be lost,—

2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, Breathed out our sad distress; Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts, We begged return of peace.

3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow; The surges ceased to roll; And soon again a placid sea Spoke comfort to the soul.

4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts Their hallelujahs sing To him who hath our lives preserved,— Our Father and our King.



831. 8s. M. H. F. Gould.

Hymn at Sea.

1 O Thou who hast spread out the skies, And measured the depths of the sea, 'Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise Our incense of praises to thee.

2 We know that thy presence is near While heaves our bark far from the land;— We ride o'er the deep without fear;— The waters are held in thy hand.

3 Eternity comes in the sound Of billows that never can sleep! There's Deity circling us round,— Omnipotence walks o'er the deep!

4 O Father, our eye is to thee, As on for the haven we roll; And faith in our Pilot shall be An anchor to steady the soul.



832. L. M. Cowper.

Temptation compared to a Storm.

1 The billows swell; the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small.

2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill; Control the waves: say, "Peace! be still."



833. L. M. L. H. Signourney.

Prayer at Sea.

1 Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, Where sire and child devoutly kneel, While through the open casement nigh The vernal blossoms fragrant steal.

2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls, Where heart with kindred heart is blent, And upward to th' eternal throne The hymn of praise melodious sent.

3 But he who fain would know how warm The soul's appeal to God may be, From friends and native land should turn, A wanderer on the faithless sea;—

4 Should hear its deep, imploring tone Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge, When billows toss the fragile bark, And fearful blasts the conflict urge.

5 Naught, naught appears but sea and sky; No refuge where the foot may flee: How will he cast, O Rock divine, The anchor of his soul on thee!



834. C. M. Anonymous.

The Sailor's Grave.

1 Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, Amid the silent gloom,— His home was on the mighty deep, And there shall be his tomb.

2 He loved his own bright, deep blue sea, O'er it he loved to roam; And now his winding sheet shall be That same bright ocean's foam.

3 No village bell shall toll for him Its mournful, solemn dirge; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge.

4 For him, break not the grassy turf, Nor turn the dewy sod; His dust shall rest beneath the surf, His spirit with its God.



835. C. M. Select Hymns.

Prayer for Seamen.

1 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, And, with united pleas, We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the seas.

2 O, may the Holy Spirit bow The sailor's heart to thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops in the sea.

3 Then may a Saviour's dying love Pour peace into his breast, And waft him to the port above Of everlasting rest.



NATIONAL HYMNS.



836. 6s. & 4s. M. S. F. Smith.

National Hymn.

1 My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee— Land of the noble, free— Thy name—I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe, partake; Let rocks their silence break,— The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.



837. C. M. Wreford.

Prayer for our Country.

1 Lord, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, O, hear us for our native land,— The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from every foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.

4 Here may religion pure and mild Smile on our Sabbath hours; And piety and virtue bless The home of us and ours.

5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her refuge and her trust, Her everlasting friend.



838. L. M. 6l. H. Ware, Jr.

The God of our Fathers.

1 Like Israel's hosts to exile driven, Across the flood the pilgrims fled; Their hands bore up the ark of Heaven, And Heaven their trusting footsteps led, Till on these savage shores they trod, And won the wilderness for God.

2 Then, where their weary ark found rest, Another Zion proudly grew; In more than Judah's glory dressed, With light that Israel never knew. From sea to sea her empire spread, Her temple Heaven, and Christ her head.

3 Then let the grateful church, to-day Its ancient rite with gladness keep; And still our fathers' God display His kindness, though the fathers sleep. O, bless, as thou hast blessed the past, While earth, and time, and heaven shall last.



839. C. M. Watts.

"Thou shall teach them to thy children."

1 Let children hear the mighty deeds Which God performed of old: Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known— His works of power and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down To every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs; That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone Their hope securely stands; That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands.



840. L. M. Flint.

"We have a goodly heritage."

1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines That bound our goodly heritage, And safe beneath our sheltering vines Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.

2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due, That thou didst plant our fathers here; And watch and guard them as they grew, A vineyard, to the planter dear.

3 The toils they bore, our ease have wrought; They sowed in tears—in joy we reap; The birthright they so dearly bought We'll guard, till we with them shall sleep.

4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown In weal and woe through all the past, Their grateful sons, O God, shall own While here their name and race shall last.



841. L. M. Presbyterian Coll.

God Acknowledged in National Blessings.

1 Great God of nations, now to thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise; With humble heart and bending knee, We offer thee our song of praise.

2 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide In safety through their dangerous way.

3 We praise thee that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds, Dispels the shades of error's night, And heavenly blessings round us spreads.

4 Great God, preserve us in thy fear; In dangers still our guardian be; O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here, Let all the people worship thee.



842. L. M. Roscoe.

Remembrance of our Fathers.

1 Great God! beneath whose piercing eye The world's extended kingdoms lie; Whose favoring smile upholds them all, Whose anger smites them, and they fall;

2 We bow before thy heavenly throne; Thy power we see, thy goodness own; But, cherished by thy milder voice, Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.

3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, Their children's children long shall own; To thee with grateful hearts shall raise Their tribute of exulting praise.

4 Our God, our Guardian, and our Friend! Oh still thy sheltering arm extend; Preserved by thee for ages past, For ages may thy kindness last.



843. C. M. C. Sprague.

The Pilgrims.

1 Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot Where they might kneel to thee, Their own fair heritage forgot, And braved an unknown sea.

2 Here found their pilgrim souls repose Where long the heathen roved; And here their humble anthems rose To bless the Power they loved.

3 They sleep in dust,—but where they trod, A feeble, fainting band, Glad millions catch the strain, O God, And sound it through the land.



844. 8s. & 7s. M. Pierpont.

Anniversary Hymn.

1 God of mercy, do thou never From our offering turn away, But command a blessing ever On the memory of this day.

2 Light and peace do thou ordain it; O'er it be no shadow flung, Let no deadly darkness stain it, And no clouds be o'er it hung.

3 May the song this people raises, And its vows to thee addressed, Mingle with the prayers and praises, That thou hearest from the blest.

4 When the lips are cold that sing thee, And the hearts that love thee dust, Father, then our souls shall bring thee Holier love and firmer trust.



845. C. M. Aspland's Coll.

The Virtuous Love of Country.

1 Parent of all, omnipotent! In heaven and earth below! Through all creation's vast extent Whose streams of goodness flow:

2 Teach me to know from whence I rose, And unto what designed; No private aims may I propose, That injure human kind.

3 To hear my country's lawful voice May my best thoughts incline; 'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice, 'Tis nature's call, and thine.

4 Me from fair freedom's sacred cause May nothing e'er divide; Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause, Nor friendship false, misguide.

5 To duty, honor, virtue true, In all my country's weal, Let me my public walk pursue: So, God, thy favor deal.



846. 6s. & 4s. M. S. F. Smith.

Anniversary Hymn.

1 Auspicious morning, hail! Voices from hill and vale Thy welcome sing: Joy on thy dawning breaks; Each heart that joy partakes, While cheerful music wakes, Its praise to bring.

2 Long o'er our native hills, Long by our shaded rills, May freedom rest; Long may our shores have peace, Our flag grace every breeze, Our ships the distant seas, From east to west.

3 Peace on this day abide, From morn till even-tide; Wake tuneful song; Melodious accents raise; Let every heart, with praise, Bring high and grateful lays, Rich, full, and strong.



847. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams.

The Same.

1 Loud raise the notes of joy; Freemen, your songs employ, As well ye may;— Let your full hearts go out In the exulting shout, And with your praise devout, Greet this glad day!

2 Children of lisping tongue, Those whose full hearts are young Lift up the song! Manhood and hoary age, Let naught your joy assuage, In the high theme engage, Praises prolong!

3 God of our fathers' land! Long may our temples stand Sacred to thee! Let thy bright light divine On all the people shine, Make us forever thine, From sin set free!



848. L. P. M. Kippis.

National Praise and Prayer.

1 With grateful hearts with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim: Through every age, O, may we own Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name.

2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, Lord, in our land support thy reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain.



849. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous.

Prayer for our Country.

1 God bless our native land, Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds and wave, Do thou our country save, By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies; On him we wait; Thou who hast heard each sigh, Watching each weeping eye, Be thou forever nigh;— God save the state.



850. 7s. & 6s. M. Christian Ballads.

Our Country.

Now pray we for our country, Pray that it long may be The holy and the happy, And the gloriously free! Who blesseth her is blessed! So peace be in her walls; And joy in all her villages, Her cottages and halls.



THE SEASONS, ANNUAL OCCASIONS, ETC.



851. L. M. Heginbotham.

The God of the Seasons.

1 Great God! let all our tuneful powers Awake and sing thy mighty name; Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, The hand from which our being came.

2 Seasons and moons revolving round In beauteous order speak thy praise; And years with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise.

3 Each changing season on our souls Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds; And every period, as it rolls, Showers countless blessings on our heads.

4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe All to thy vast unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above.



852. L. M. Enfield's Sel.

The Goodness of God in the Seasons.

1 Great God! at whose all-powerful call At first arose this beauteous frame, By thee the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name.

2 Thy bounty bids the infant year, From winter storms recovered, rise; When thousand grateful scenes appear, Fresh opening to our wondering eyes.

3 O, how delightful 'tis to see The earth in vernal beauty dressed! While in each herb, and flower, and tree, Thy bright perfections shine confessed!

4 Indulgent God! from every part, Thy plenteous blessings largely flow; We see,—we taste;—let every heart With grateful love and duty glow.



853. C. M. Watts.

Seasons.

1 With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; O'er all 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 councils change the face Of each declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.

4 On us his providence has shone, With gentle, smiling rays; O, may our lips and lives make known His goodness and his praise.



854. H. M. J. Taylor.

Providence acknowledged in the Seasons.

1 Rejoice! the Lord is King: Your Lord and King adore; Mortals! give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

2 His wintry north winds blow, Loud tempests rush amain; Yet his thick showers of snow Defend the infant grain: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

3 He wakes the genial spring, Perfumes the balmy air; The vales their tribute bring, The promise of the year: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

4 He leads the circling year; His flocks the hills adorn; He fills the golden ear, And loads the field with corn; O happy mortals! raise your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.



855. 7s. M. Barbauld.

The Seasons.

1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land,— All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores,—

3 These to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise.

4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise, And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone.



856. L. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; By thee the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies.

3 The flowery spring, at thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer suns with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by thy care, No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade.



857. L. M. Watts.

The Goodness of God in the Seasons. Ps. 65.

1 At God's command, the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.

2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

3 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys.

4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear: Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.



858. C. M. Fergus.

The Promises of the Year.

1 The year begins with promises Of joyful days to come, Of Sabbath bells, of times of prayer, Of thoughts on heaven, our home:

2 Of seed-time, with its gentle winds, Soft dews and healthful showers, And streamlets gushing from the hills, And birds and opening flowers:

3 Of summer, with its warbling choir Amid the balmy leaves; Of autumn, with its fragrant herbs And fruits and bending sheaves:

4 Of countless mercies from our God, Who rules the changeful years, Both here and in the world of love, Beyond the heavenly spheres.



859. S. M. Watts.

Blessings of Spring.

1 Good is the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear.

2 Like rivers raised on high, The clouds, at thy command, Pour out their blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land.

3 The hills, on every side, Rejoice at falling showers: The meadows, dressed in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers.

4 The ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear; Thy ways abound with blessings still, Thy goodness crowns the year.



860. C. M.

Spring.

1 When verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day!

2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing! 'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring, And woods and fields rejoice.

3 O God of nature and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart.

4 Inspired to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song, And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.



861. C. M. Peabody.

Spring.

1 When brighter suns and milder skies Proclaim the opening year, What various sounds of joy arise! What prospects bright appear!

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, Obscure those mansions blest, Where, in the happy fields of light, The weary are at rest.



862. L. M. Fergus.

Spring-Time.

1 The spring, the joyous spring is come With lovely flowers of early bloom; The warbling birds, on every tree, Fill all the air with melody.

2 Once more, unsealed, the fountains run, Sparkling, beneath a brighter sun; Green leaves and tender herbs arise, Cheered by the glow of warmer skies.

3 Oh Lord, the changes of the year At thy Almighty word appear; And all the seasons, as they roll, Declare thy name from pole to pole.

4 Spring showers, descending from above, Bear down glad tidings of thy love, And every blossom on the tree Bespeaks our gratitude to thee.



863. S. M. Anonymous.

Summer.

1 Great God, at thy command, Seasons in order rise: Thy power and love in concert reign Through earth, and seas, and skies.

2 How balmy is the air! How warm the sun's bright beams! While, to refresh the ground, the rains Descend in gentle streams.

3 With grateful praise we own Thy providential hand, While grass, and herbs, and waving corn, Adorn and bless the land.

4 But greater still the gift Of thy beloved Son; By him forgiveness, peace, and joy, Through endless ages run.



864. C. M. T. Richardson.

"The Hymn of Summer."

1 How glad the tone when summer's sun Wreathes the gay world with flowers, And trees bend down with golden fruit, And birds are in the bowers!

2 The moon sends silent music down Upon each earthly thing; And always, since creation's dawn, The stars together sing.

3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? no, let us sing, And while our voices rise,

4 O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth A constant melody; And every action be a tone In that sweet hymn to thee!



865. 7s. & 6s. M. Brit. Magazine.

Autumn.

1 The leaves, around me falling, Are preaching of decay; The hollow winds are calling, "Come, pilgrim, come away:" The day, in night declining, Says I must, too, decline; The year its bloom resigning, Its lot foreshadows mine.

2 The light my path surrounding, The loves to which I cling, The hopes within me bounding, The joys that round me wing,— All, all, like stars at even, Just gleam and shoot away, Pass on before to heaven, And chide at my delay.

3 The friends gone there before me Are calling from on high, And happy angels o'er me Tempt sweetly to the sky: "Why wait," they say, "and wither, 'Mid scenes of death and sin? O, rise to glory, hither, And find true life begin."



866. C. M. Watts.

Winter.

1 The hoary frost, the fleecy snow, Descend, and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.

2 When, from his dreadful stores on high, God pours the sounding hail, The man that does his power defy Shall find his courage fail.

3 God sends his word and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.

4 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word; With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.



867. H. M. Freeman.

The Same.

1 Lord of the worlds below! On earth thy glories shine; The changing seasons show Thy skill and power divine. The rolling years Are full of thee; In all we see A God appears.

2 In winter, awful thou! With storms around thee cast; The leafless forests bow Beneath thy northern blast. While tempests lower, To thee, dread King, We homage bring, And own thy power.



868. L. M. H. Ballou.

The Acceptable Fast.

1 This is the fast the Lord doth choose; Each heavy burden to undo, The bands of wickedness to loose, And bid the captive freely go.

2 Let every vile and sinful yoke Of servile bondage and of fear, By mercy, love and truth be broke; And from each eye wipe every tear.

3 Yes, to the hungry deal thy bread; Bring to thine house the outcast poor; There let the fainting soul be fed, Nor spurn the needy from thy door.

4 And when thou seest the naked, spare The raiment that his wants demand; Since all mankind thy kindred are, To all thy charity expand.

5 Thus did the Saviour of our race: Himself, the Bread of Life, he gave; He clothed us with his righteousness, And broke the fetters from the slave.



869. C. M. S. Streeter.

Humiliation and Prayer.

1 Here in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty, at thy feet We seek thy grace alone.

2 Our sins rise up in dread array, And fill our hearts with fear; Our trembling spirits melt away, But find no helper near.

3 O, send thy pity from on high With pardon all-divine; Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, And make us wholly thine.

4 We humbly mourn our follies past, Each guilty path deplore; Resolved, while feeble life shall last, To tread those paths no more.



870. C. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Now let our prayers ascend to thee, Thou great and holy One; Above the world raise thou our hearts; In us, thy will be done.

2 O, let us feel how frail we are, How much we need thy grace; O, strengthen, Lord, our fainting souls, While here we seek thy face.

3 Our sins, alas! before thee rise; Thou knowest all our guilt; Let not our faith, our hope, our trust, On earthly things be built.

4 Forgive our sins, thy spirit grant, Let love our souls refine, And heavenly peace and holy hope Assure that we are thine.



871. S. M. Drummond.

"Is it such a fast that I have chosen?"

1 "Is this a fast for me?"— Thus saith the Lord our God;— "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod?—

2 "Like bulrush low to bow His sorrow-stricken head, With sackcloth for his inner vest, And ashes round him spread?

3 "Shall day like this have power To stay th' avenging hand, Efface transgression, or avert My judgments from the land?

4 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose,— Oppression's yoke be burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose?—

5 "To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, To dwell your kindred race among, And all their sufferings heal?

6 "Then, like the morning ray, Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!"



872. L. M. Dyer.

Public Humiliation.

1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore,— Whose goodness all thy creatures share, While nature trembles at thy power,—

2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee.

3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, To thee we raise the humble cry; Thine altar is the contrite heart, Thine incense the repentant sigh.

4 O may our land, in this her hour, Confess thy hand, and bless the rod, By penitence make thee her friend, And find in thee a guardian God.



873. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

Public Supplication.

1 When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe, Before Jehovah stood, And, with an humble, fervent prayer, For guilty Sodom sued,—

2 With what success, what wondrous grace, Was his petition crowned! The Lord would spare, if in this place Ten righteous men were found.

3 And could a single pious soul So rich a boon obtain? Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain?

4 Are not the righteous dear to thee Now, as in ancient times? Or does this sinful land exceed Gomorrah in her crimes?

5 Still we are thine; we bear thy name; Here yet is thine abode: Long has thy presence blessed our land: Forsake us not, O God.



874. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

Judgments for National Sins Deprecated.

1 Almighty Lord, before thy throne Thy mourning people bend; 'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone Our dying hopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful power display; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, And still we live to pray.

3 How changed, alas! are truths divine, For error, guilt, and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name!

4 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord; Convert us by thy grace; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, And see again thy face.

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, We will not yield to fear, Secure of all-sufficient aid, When thou, O God, art near.



875. L. M. Aikin.

In time of War.

1 While sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strow the ground, To thee we look, on thee we call, The Parent and the Lord of all.

2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind The image of a heaven-born mind, And in a Father's wide embrace Hast cherished all the kindred race,—

3 Great God, whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, the furious wind, O, bid the human tempest cease, And hush the maddening world to peace.

4 With reverence may each hostile land Hear and obey that high command, Thy Son's blest errand from above,— "My creatures, live in mutual love!"



876. 6s. & 4s. M. Montgomery.

Thanksgiving Hymn.

1 The God of harvest praise; In loud thanksgivings raise Hand, heart, and voice; The valleys smile and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy name, And purest thanks proclaim Through all the earth; To glory in your lot Is duty,—but be not God's benefits forgot, Amidst your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise; Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord; From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song Bless ye the Lord.



877. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Same.

1 Fountain of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness marked its secret birth, And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And mild, refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain; A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway; Thy hand all nature hails; Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, Summer nor winter, fails.



878. L. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Great God! as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, Thy favor still has crowned our days, And we would celebrate thy praise.

2 The harvest song we would repeat; "Thou givest us the finest wheat;" "The joy of harvest" we have known; The praise, O Lord! is all thine own.

3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, O give us hearts to bless thee, Lord! Forbid it, Source of light and love, That hearts and lives should barren prove.

4 Another harvest comes apace; Ripen our spirits by thy grace, That we may calmly meet the blow The sickle gives to lay us low.

5 That so, when angel reapers come To gather sheaves to thy blest home, Our spirits may be borne on high To thy safe garner in the sky.



879. L. M. Brettell.

Harvest Home.

1 The last full wain has come,—has come! And brought the golden harvest home: The labors of the year are done: Accept our thanks, all-bounteous One!

2 For the green spring, her herbs and flowers, For the warm summer's blooming bowers, For all the fruits that flush the boughs, When russet autumn decks her brows;

3 For the bright sun, whose fervid ray Ripens the corn, and cheers the day; For the round moon, whose yellow light Gilds the long labors of the night;

4 For the rich sea of shining grain, That spreads its waves o'er hill and plain, For the cool breeze, whose light wings fan The weary, sun-burnt husbandman;

5 For the soft herbage of the soil, For ruddy health, the child of toil; For all the good the year displays, Accept, O God, our grateful praise.



880. 8s. & 7s. M. Crosse.

The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving.

1 Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts, with true devotion, Own their great and gracious God.

2 Health and every needful blessing Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne.

3 Thee, with humble adoration, Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favored nation May those mercies ever last.



881. 7s. M. Sacred Lyrics.

Thanksgiving.

1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels, join to sing Praises to the Heavenly King.

2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy.

3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey,— Never feel oppression's rod,— Ever own and worship God.

4 Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong.



882. 7s. M. Ev. Magazine.

"Thou crownest the year with goodness."

1 Praise on thee, in Zion's gates, Daily, O Jehovah! waits; Unto thee, O God! belong Grateful words and holy song.

2 Thou the hope and refuge art Of remotest lands apart, Distant isles and tribes unknown, 'Mid the ocean-waste, and lone.

3 Thou dost visit earth, and rain Blessings on the thirsty plain, From the copious founts on high, From the rivers of the sky.

4 Thus the clouds thy power confess, And thy paths drop fruitfulness: And the voice of song and mirth Rises from the tribes of earth.



883. L. M. Presbyterian Coll.

Goodness of God Celebrated.

1 Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord; All nature rests upon his word; Mercy and truth his courts maintain, And own his universal reign.

2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Enriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

3 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; In all the earth thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.



884. L. M. L. H. Sigourney.

Harvest.

1 God of the year! with songs of praise And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness.

2 In early spring-time thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in thy blessed ray.

3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles To crown the sweet autumnal hours.

4 Praise,—praise to thee! Our hearts expand To view these blessings of thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above.



885. L. P. M. Kippis.

Thanksgiving for National Prosperity.

1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our public blessings spring; Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies, The treasures liberty bestows, Th' eternal joys the gospel shows,— All from thy boundless goodness rise.

2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which pours from every foreign shore; Science and art their charms display; Religion teaches us to raise Our voices to our Maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way.

3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim; This land through every age shall own, Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name.

4 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or man behold the circling sun, O, still may God amidst us reign; Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless, And all our sacred rights maintain.



886. L. M. Doddridge.

New Year's Day.

1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand, By which, supported still, we stand: The opening year thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close.

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own: The future, all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet,

4 In scenes exalted or depressed, Be thou our joy, and thou our rest: Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days.

5 When death shall interrupt these songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues, Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast.



887. C. M. Doddridge.

Reflections for a New Year.

1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year; How swift the weeks complete their rounds! How short the months appear!

2 Yet like an idle tale we pass The swift advancing year; And study artful ways t' increase The speed of its career.

3 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, Its great concerns to see; That I may act the Christian part, And give the year to thee.

4 Thus shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my peaceful soul To joy that never dies.



888. 7s. M. Newton.

New Year's Day.

1 While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below: We a little longer wait, But how little none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts and leaves no trace behind;— Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, henceforth, how to live, With eternity in view; Bless thy word to old and young; Fill us with a Saviour's love; When our life's short race is run, May we dwell with thee above.



889. L. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1 My helper, God, I bless his name; The same his power, his grace the same; The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close, the year.

2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, Supported by his guardian hand, And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far his arm hath led me on; Thus far I make his mercy known; And, while I tread this mortal land, New mercies shall new songs demand.



890. C. M. Heginbotham.

New Year. Providential Goodness.

1 God of our lives, thy various praise Our voices shall resound: Thy hand directs our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall grateful songs arise, Our Father and our Friend, Whose constant mercies from the skies In genial streams descend.

3 In every scene of life, thy care, In every age, we see; And constant as thy favors are, So let our praises be.

4 Still may thy love, in every scene, In every age, appear; And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year.

5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring Our wandering souls to God: In our affliction we shall sing, If thou wilt bless the rod.



891. L. M. John Fawcett.

"He holdeth our soul in life."

1 O God, my helper, ever near! Crown with thy smile the present year; Preserve me by thy favor still, And fit me for thy sacred will.

2 My safety, each succeeding hour, Depends on thy supporting power: Accept my thanks for mercies past, And be my guard, while life shall last.

3 My moments move with winged haste, Nor know I which shall be the last: Danger and death are ever nigh, And I this year perhaps may die.

4 Prepare me for the trying day; Then call my willing soul away: I'll quit the world at thy command, And trust my spirit to thy hand.



892. C. M. Newton.

New Year. Prayer for a Blessing.

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, And make thy glory known; Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone.

2 From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free; And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee.

3 Send down thy spirit from above, That saints may love thee more, And sinners now may learn to love, Who never loved before.

4 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home, May growing numbers worship here, And praise thee in our room.



893. C. M. Bp. Middleton.

Self-Examination. New Year.

1 As o'er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? 'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die.

2 The world, and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employed; And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, Holy Father! wild despair Chase from my laboring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer. That grace can do the rest.

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; And when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O speed my soul to thee!



894. 7s. M. Newton.

Invocation. New Year.

1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year To the souls assembling here: Clothe thy word with power divine, Make us willing to be thine.

2 Where thou hast thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, Wipe away the mourners' tears.

3 Bless us all, both old and young; Call forth praise from every tongue: Let our whole assembly prove All thy power and all thy love!



895. C. M. Browne.

The Closing Year.

1 And now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past: I cannot long continue here; And this may be my last.

2 Part of my doubtful life is gone, Nor will return again; And swift my fleeting moments run— The few which yet remain!

3 Awake, my soul! with all thy care Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes—how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern?

4 Now a new space of life begins, Set out afresh for heaven; Seek pardon for thy former sins, Through Christ, so freely given.

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on his grace depend; With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end.



896. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Time by moments steals away, First the hour and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years.

2 Thus another year is flown; Now it is no more our own, If it brought or promised good, Than the years before the flood.

3 But may none of us forget It has left us much in debt; Who can tell the vast amount Placed to every one's account!

4 Favors, from the Lord received, Sins, that have his spirit grieved, Marked by an unerring hand, In his book recorded stand.

5 If we see another year, May thy blessing meet us here: Sun of righteousness, arise, Warm our hearts and bless our eyes.



897. C. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 Time! what an empty vapor 'tis! And days, how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste; That we can never say, they're here; But only say, they're past.

3 Our life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh; The moment when our lives begin We all begin to die.

4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy lasting favors share; Yet, with the bounties of thy grace, Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, And we are clothed with love; While grace stands pointing out the road Which leads our souls above.



898. L. M. Watts.

God eternal, and Man mortal. Ps. 90.

1 Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode! High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned into man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more.

3 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night.

4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower Cut down and withered in an hour.



899. L. M. Doddridge.

The Closing Year.

1 God of our life! thy constant care With blessings crowns each opening year: These lives so frail thy love prolongs; Be this the burden of our songs.

2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since, from this day, the changing sun Through his last yearly course has run!

3 We yet survive, but who can say, Or through the year, or month, or day, We shall retain this vital breath, Secure from all the shafts of death?

4 We hold our lives from thee alone, On earth, or in the worlds unknown; To thee our spirits we resign, Make them and own them all as thine.

5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart To know the price of every hour, That time may bear me on to joys Beyond its measure and its power.



900. C. M.

The Same.

1 Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly, And hours still hasten on! How swift the circling months run round! How soon the year is gone!

2 How is our debt of love increased To that sustaining Power, Who hath upheld our feeble frame, And blest each rolling hour.

3 For all thy favors, O our God, Thy goodness we adore; Thou hast our cup with blessings filled, And made that cup run o'er.

4 What shall befall in future life, We would not, Lord, inquire: To be prepared for all thy will. Be this our chief desire.



901. 8s. & 7s. M. Estlin.

Reliance for the Future.

1 Gracious Source of every blessing! Guard our breasts from anxious fears; May we still thy love possessing, Sink into the vale of years.

2 All our hopes on thee reclining, Peace companion of our way; May our sun, in smiles declining, Rise in everlasting day.



SOCIAL AND DOMESTIC WORSHIP.



902. C. M. Ancient Hymns.

The Joy of Social Worship.

1 How good and pleasant is the sight, How great the bliss they share, When Christ's assembled flock unite In acts of social prayer! God thither, with paternal care, His face benignant bends; And Jesus, by his spirit there, On faithful hearts descends.

2 To such, by hallowed lips expressed, His grace confirms his word, As once Cornelius' house it blest, From holy Peter heard: On prayer and praise, in faith preferred, His heavenly dew is shed; And he to all, who come prepared, Dispenses heavenly bread.

3 To God, adored in ages past, Enthroned in majesty,— To God, whose worship aye shall last Throughout eternity,— To thee, Great God, we bend the knee, And in the Holy Ghost, Through Christ, all glory give to thee, With all thy heavenly host.



903. C. M. Ancient Hymns.

The Joy of Social Devotion.

1 O, it is joy in one to meet Whom one communion blends, Council to hold in converse sweet, And talk as Christian friends.

2 'Tis joy to think the angel train, Who 'mid heaven's temple shine, To seek our earthly temples deign, And in our anthems join.

3 But chief, 'tis joy to think that He, To whom his church is dear, Delights her gathered flock to see, Her joint devotions hear.

4 Then who would choose to walk abroad, While here such joys are given? "This is indeed the house of God, And this the gate of heaven!"



904. 7s. M. Anonymous.

For a Prayer Meeting.

1 Father, hear us when we pray, Look in mercy from above; Turn not, Lord, thy face away, Hear, and grant thy pardoning love.

2 In the name of Christ we come, Asking grace and seeking peace, Raise our hearts to heaven, our home, And from worldly cares release.

3 Pure and holy may we be, Far removed all vain desire; From all hate and envy free, Let our souls to thee aspire.

4 While we love the Saviour's name, And his words with zeal obey, His sweet promise we may claim;— "He will meet us when we pray."



905. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

Call to Social Worship.

1 Let us join, as God commands, Let us join our hearts and hands, Help to gain our calling's hope; Help to build each other up; Carry on the Christian's strife; Walk in holiness of life; Faithfully our gifts improve For the sake of him we love;—

2 Still forget the things behind; Follow Christ in heart and mind; Toward the mark unwearied press; Seize the crown of righteousness, While we walk with God in light, God our hearts will still unite; Dearest fellowship we prove— Fellowship in Jesus, love.

3 Still, O Lord, our faith increase; Cleanse from all unrighteousness: Thee th' unholy cannot see: Make, O make us meet for thee: Every vile affection kill; Root out every seed of ill; Utterly abolish sin; Write thy law of love within.



906. C. M. Ancient Hymns.

Call to Social Worship.

1 O, come, and let th' assembly all To serve our God unite, And, mindful of the social call, Partake the social rite.

2 In token of the common vow, Be ours, with one consent, The worship of the lowly brow, And knees devoutly bent!

3 But chief, inflamed with heavenly fire, Devotion's better part, Be ours instinct with one desire, The worship of the heart!

4 Let each, let all, their prayers above, In one oblation bend, And God, the God of peace and love, On all, on each descend!



907. C. M. Methodist Coll.

Call to Worship.

1 Father, united by thy grace, And each to each endeared With confidence we seek thy face, And know our prayer is heard.

2 Still let us own our common Lord, And bear his easy yoke, A band of love, a three-fold cord Which never can be broke.

3 Make us into one spirit drink; Baptize into one name; And let us always kindly think, And sweetly speak the same.

4 Touched by the loadstone of thy love, Let all our hearts agree; And ever towards each other move, And ever move towards thee.



908. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll.

For Brotherly Love.

1 God of love, we look to thee; Let us in thy Son agree; Show to us the Prince of Peace; Bid our jars forever cease. By thy reconciling love, Every stumbling-block remove; Each to each unite, endear; Come, and spread thy banner here.

2 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind; Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. Let us for each other care; Each the other's burden bear; To thy church the pattern give; Show how true believers live.

3 Free from anger and from pride, Let us thus in God abide; All the depths of love express, All the heights of holiness. Let us, then, with joy remove To the family above; On the wings of angels fly; Show how true believers die.



909. L. M. Newton.

Meeting of Christian Friends.

1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give.

2 May he by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love.

3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When Christians meet together thus; We only wish to speak of him Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us.

4 We'll talk of all he did, and said, And suffered, for us here below, The path he marked for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now.



910. L. M. Cowper.

For Social Worship.

1 Our God, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home.

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes.

4 Lord, we are few, but thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear: O, rend the heavens, comes quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own!



911. L. M. Ancient Hymns.

Commendatory of Christian Union.

1 Blest with unearthly bliss were they Who saw the church's infant day, And strove their Christian part to bear, By sign and spirit joined with her.

2 The truth, which Christ's apostles taught, Then ruled each faithful convert's thought; Each aimed in unity to keep Unrent th' apostles' fellowship.

3 The bread, with rites harmonious broke, The union of all hearts bespoke; And prayer, with lips united prayed, The union of all minds displayed.

4 O thus that Christians still would live, And thus delightful witness give, How well the debt of love they know, To Christ and to his church they owe!



912. 6s. & 8s. M. Methodist Coll.

For Union.

1 Thou God of truth and love, We seek thy perfect way, Ready thy choice t' approve, Thy providence t' obey; Enter into thy wise design, And sweetly lose our will in thine.

2 Why hast thou cast our lot In the same age and place? And why together brought To see each other's face? To join with softest sympathy, And mix our friendly souls in thee?

3 Didst thou not make us one, That we might one remain, Together travel on, And bear each other's pain; Till all thy utmost goodness prove And rise renewed in perfect love?



913. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

For Union of Heart.

1 God, from whom all blessings flow, Perfecting the saints below, Hear us, who thy nature share, Who thy loving children are. Join us, in one spirit join, Let us still receive of thine: Still for more on thee we call, Thou who fillest all in all!

2 Closer knit us to our Head; Nourish us, in Christ, and feed; Let us daily growth receive, More and more in Jesus live. Move, and actuate, and guide; Divers gifts to each divide: Placed according to thy will, Let us all our work fulfil;

3 Sweetly may we all agree, Touched with softest sympathy; Kindly for each other care; Every member feel its share. Love, like death, hath all destroyed, Rendered our distinctions void! Names, and sects, and parties fall: Thou, O God, art all in all!



914. C. M. Milton.

The Blessedness of the Devout.

1 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord, From noise and trouble free; How beautiful the sweet accord Of souls that pray to thee.

2 Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high, They are the truly blest, Who only will on thee rely, In thee alone will rest.

3 They pass refreshed the thirsty vale, The dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful, watery dale, Where springs and showers abound.

4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length. In Zion do appear.

5 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; No good from him shall be withheld Whose ways are just and right.



915. C. M. Wesley's Coll.

For Mutual Edification.

1 Help us to help each other, Lord, Each other's cross to bear! Let each his friendly aid afford, And feel his brother's care.

2 Help us to build each other up; Our little stock improve; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love.

3 Up into thee, our living Head, Let us in all things grow, Till thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless here below.



916. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

Invocation.

1 Father, at thy footstool see Those who now are one in thee: Draw us by thy grace alone; Give, O give us to thy Son.

2 Jesus, friend of human kind, Let us in thy name be joined; Each to each unite and bless; Keep us still in perfect peace.

3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove, Shed thy overshadowing love; Love, the sealing grace impart; Dwell within our single heart.



917. C. M. Anonymous.

The Love of the Brethren.

1 A holy air is breathing round, A savor from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love.

2 O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, And love nor thee nor thine.

3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught, And all thy gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer to our Lord.



918. C. M. Watts.

Christian Union.

1 Lo! what an entertaining sight Those friendly brethren prove, Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite Of harmony and love!

2 Where streams of bliss from Christ, the spring, Descend to every soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shows, And makes his grace distil.



919. S. M. Sacred Lyrics.

Morning Prayer Meeting.

1 How sweet the melting lay, Which breaks upon the ear, When, at the hour of rising day, Christians unite in prayer!

2 The breezes waft their cries Up to Jehovah's throne; He listens to their humble sighs, And sends his blessings down.

3 So Jesus rose to pray Before the morning light,— Once on the chilling mount did stay, And wrestle all the night.

4 Glory to God on high, Who sends his blessings down To rescue souls condemned to die, And make his people one.



920. C. M. Ancient Hymns.

Social Evening Worship.

1 O, 'Tis a scene the heart to move, When, at the close of day, Whom God unites in Christian love Unite their thanks to pay.

2 What though the number be but small; Whenever two or three Join on the Saviour's name to call, There in the midst is he.

3 When faithful and repentant hearts His heavenly grace ensue, His grace, intreated, he imparts To many or to few.

4 O, come, then, and, with joint accord, In social worship meet; And, mindful of the Saviour's word, The Saviour's boon intreat.



921. 7s. M. Newton.

Parting Hymn.

1 For a season called to part, Let us then ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend.

2 Father, hear our humble prayer! Tender shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep.

3 In thy strength may we be strong; Sweeten every cross and pain; Give us, if we live, ere long, Here to meet in peace again.



922. C. M. Methodist Coll.

The Same.

1 Through thee we now together came, In singleness of heart; We met, O, Jesus, in thy name, And in thy name we part.

2 We part in body, not in mind; Our minds continue one; And, each to each in Jesus joined, We hand in hand go on.

3 Present we still in spirit are, And intimately nigh, While on the wings of faith and prayer We each to other fly.

4 Our life is hid with Christ in God; Our life shall soon appear, And shed his glory all abroad In all his members here.



923. L. M. Doddridge.

The Christian Farewell.

1 Thy presence, everlasting God! Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad: Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In every place thy children keep.

2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain; When sep'rate, happy if we share Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care.

3 To thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts near thy feet; Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard and guide us still as thine.

4 Give us in thy beloved house, Again to pay our grateful vows; Or, if that joy no more be known, Give us to meet around thy throne.



924. 8s. & 7s. M. C. Wesley.

Domestic Worship.

1 Peace be to this habitation; Peace to all that dwell therein; Peace, the earnest of salvation; Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver; Peace, to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine, that lasts forever; Peace, that comes from God alone.

2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us; Fix in all our hearts thy home; With thy gracious presence cheer us; Let thy sacred kingdom come; Raise to heaven our expectation, Give our favored souls to prove Glorious and complete salvation, In the realms of bliss above.



925. L. M. Doddridge & Merrick.

The Same. Ps. 128.

1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord, And walks by his unerring word; Comfort and peace his days attend, And God will ever prove his friend.

2 To him who condescends to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell, Be our domestic altars raised, And daily let his name be praised.

3 To him may each assembled house Present their night and morning vows; And children of the rising race Be taught his precepts and his grace.

4 When nature droops, our aged eyes Shall see our children's children rise; Till pleased and thankful we remove, And join the family above.



926. L. M. Scott.

Family Religion.

1 Where'er the Lord shall build my house, An altar to his name I'll raise; There, morn and evening, shall ascend The sacrifice of prayer and praise.

2 With duteous mind, the social band Shall search the records of thy law; There learn thy will, and humbly bow With filial reverence and awe.

3 Here may he fix his sacred seat, And spread the banner of his love; Till, ripened for a happier state, We meet the family above.



927. L. M. 6l. Methodist Coll.

Religion at Home.

1 When quiet in my house I sit Thy book be my companion still; My joy thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heart-felt word be mine.

2 O may the gracious words divine Mingled with all my converse be: So will the Lord his follower join, And walk and talk himself with me; So shall my heart his presence prove And burn with everlasting love.

3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, O, may the reconciling word Sweetly compose my weary breast, While, trusting in my gracious Lord, I sink in peaceful dreams away, And visions of eternal day!

4 Rising to sing my Father's praise, Thee may I publish all day long; And let thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart and fill my tongue; Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above.



928. S. M. Watts.

Family Affection from Religious Principles.

1 How pleasing, Lord! to see, How pure is the delight, When mutual love, and love to thee, A family unite!

2 From these celestial springs Such streams of comfort flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow.

3 No bliss can equal theirs, Where such affections meet; While mingled praise and mingled prayers Make their communion sweet.

4 'Tis the same pleasure fills The breast in worlds above; Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love.



929. C. M. Taylor's Coll.

The Family Altar.

1 Great God! where'er we pitch our tent, Let us an altar raise, And there, with humble frame, present Our sacrifice of praise.

2 To thee we give our health and strength, While health and strength shall last, For future mercies humbly trust, Nor e'er forget the past.



930. C. M. Barry Cornwall.

For a Sick Child.

1 Send down thy winged angel; God! Amidst this night so wild, And bid him come where now we watch, And breathe upon our child!

2 It lies upon its pillow, pale, And moans within its sleep, Or wakeneth with a patient smile, And striveth not to weep!

3 How gentle and how good a child It is, we know too well; And dearer to its parents' hearts Than our weak words can tell.

4 We love,—we watch throughout the night, To aid, where need may be; We hope,—and have despaired at times; But now we turn to thee!

5 Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God! Amidst the darkness wild, And bid him soothe our souls to-night, And heal our gentle child!



931. C. M. Heber.

In Times of Domestic Distress.

1 O God, that madest earth and sky! The darkness and the day! Give ear to this thy family, And help us when we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness Around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart To view the rocky shore!

2 The cross our Master bore for us, For him we fain would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, And courage to despair! Then mercy on our failings, Lord! Our sinking faith renew! And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience too.



932. C. M. Doddridge.

Sickness and Recovery.

1 My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o'er the grave, And nature sunk with pain.

3 I calmly bowed my fainting head On thy dear, faithful breast, And waited for my Father's call To his eternal rest.

4 Back from the borders of the grave, At thy command, I come; Nor will I ask a speedier flight To my celestial home.

5 Where thou appointest mine abode There would I choose to be; For in thy presence death is life, And earth is heaven with thee.



933. C. M. H. K. White.

A Family Evening Prayer.

1 O Lord, another day is flown, And we, a lonely 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 O, let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace.

4 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head.

5 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day.



934. L. M. S. S. Cutting.

Family Hymn. Evening.

1 Father, we bless the gentle care That watches o'er us day by day, That guards us from the tempter's snare, And guides us in the heavenward way:— We bless thee for the tender love, That mingles all our hearts in one,— The music of the soul;—above 'Tis purer spirits' unison.

2 Father, 'tis evening's solemn hour, And cast we now our cares on thee; Darkly the storm may round us lower,— Peace is within,—Christ makes us free,— And when life's toil and joy are o'er, And evening gathers on its sky, Our circle broke,—we sing no more,— O, may we meet and sing on high.



MORNING AND EVENING HYMNS.



935. L. M. Keble.

Morning Hymn.

1 Oh! timely happy, timely wise. Hearts that with rising morn arise! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new!

2 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought.

3 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

4 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.

5 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleams of love and prayer, Shall dawn on every cross and care.



936. L. M. Bishop Kenn.

Morning Resolutions.

1 Awake, my soul! and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King.

3 In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins like morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.



937. C. M. Montgomery.

Acknowledging God's Hand. Morning.

1 What secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, Draws back the curtain of the night, And opens earth and sky;

2 'Tis thine, my God,—the same that kept My resting hours from harm; No ill came nigh me, for I slept Beneath th' Almighty's arm.

3 'Tis thine, my daily bread that brings, Like manna scattered round, And clothes me, as the lily springs In beauty from the ground.

4 In death's dark valley though I stray 'Twould there my steps attend, Guide with the staff my lonely way, And with the rod defend.

5 May that sure hand uphold me still Through life's uncertain race, To bring me to thy holy hill, And to thy dwelling-place.



938. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.

Morning Hymn.

1 Now, the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light comes on; Lord, may we be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand, and watch and pray.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound; Save us from our foes around; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past, O, receive us then at last; Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore.



939. L. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies.

2 From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

3 O, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.



940. C. M. Mrs. Steele.

The Same.

1 Lord of my life! O may thy praise Employ my noblest powers, Whose goodness lengthens out my days. And fills the circling hours!

2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, I passed the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm, And see returning light.

3 While many spend the night in sighs And restless pains and woes, In gentle sleep I close my eyes And undisturbed repose.

4 When sleep death's semblance o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay.

5 O let the same almighty care My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare, My heedless steps defend.



941. L. M. Watts.

Morning or Evening Hymn.

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 consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.



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Confidence in God's Protection.

1 Father, breathe an evening blessing Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save and thou canst heal.

2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us; We are safe, if thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And command us to the tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright, eternal bloom.



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Morning or Evening.—All from God.

1 Father! thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide! Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity.

2 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene, Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine; These—and all life's holiest things, And its fairest—all are thine.

3 And for all, my hymns shall rise Daily to thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn unwearied—righteous One! Through life's strange vicissitude There reposing all my care, Trusting still through ill and good, Fixed and cheered and counselled there.