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3 Then newer lights shall rise
Above these clouds of sin,
And heaven's unfolding mysteries
To glad our souls begin.

Our hearts from fear and wrong
Shall win their full release,

With God's own might for ever strong, And calm with God's own peace.

78. M.


Jesus our Leader.


1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?

2 Blessed Father, gracious One,

Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever lean on him;
From his precepts wisdom draw,
Make his life my solemn law.

4 Thus, in deed, and thought, and word
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die;

5 Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above;
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling thee, my Father, near.

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1 THE dove, let loose in Eastern skies,

Returning fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;

But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through faith's serener air,
To urge my course to thee:

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!

L. M.


Trust and Submission.

1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.


2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom,
That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know:
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
And mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.


Prayer for Religious Principle.
1 SUPREME and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below;

L. M.


2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be,
What nature and thy laws decree:
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came.

3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
Bid passion serve, and reason reign,
Self-poised, and independent still
Of this world's varying good or ill.
4 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate'er is friendly to our race.

5 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below
is bliss above.

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For a Christian Spirit.

1 FATHER, I know that all my life
Is portioned out to me;

The changes that must surely come
I do not fear to see;

I ask thee for the present mind,
Intent on pleasing thee.

C. M.


2 I ask thee for a thankful love,

Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with cheerful smile,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will,
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;

I would be dealt with as a child,
And guided where to go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I would have fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;

A work of holy love to do,

For Him on whom I wait.


128. M.

"It is good for me to have been afflicted."

1 FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?


Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for


For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace?

2 Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast,

For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? For the spirits that heightened my day of delight, And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night?

3 For this should I praise thee; but, if only for this, I should leave half untold the donation of bliss: I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care, For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear;

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4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, A present of pain, a perspective of fears.

I praise thee, I bless thee, my King and my God, For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestowed.

5 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown,

They yielded no fruits, they are withered and gone; The thorn it was poignant, but precious to me,'T was the message of mercy,—it led me to thee.


For Christian Principles.

1 My God, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.

S. M.


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