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2 O who, in such a world as this,

Could bear their lot of pain, Did not one radiant hope of bliss

Unclouded yet remain!
That hope the Sovereign Lord has given,

Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites our souls to heaven,

By faith's endearing ties.
3 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love
To lift the lingering heart from earth,

And speed its flight above.
And every pang that wrings the breast,

And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

L. M.



"Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out."

1 Just as I am, - without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee,

O Lamb of God, to thee I come! 2 Just as I am, - though tossed about

With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within, and foes without, —

O Lamb of God, to thee I come!
3 Just as I am, — poor, wretched, blind;

Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, —
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

4 Just as I am, – thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe, -
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

5 Just as I am, - thy love now known
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, -
O Lamb of God, to thee I come!

L. M.



God seen in All.

1 My God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
When all thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong.

2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,

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

3 In every scene thy hands have dressed,

In every form by thee impressed,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the sheltering woods are spread;

In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,

A voice is heard of praise and love. 4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll,

And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain !
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wandering soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize
Those joys that from thy favor rise!

C. M. 686.

H. WARE, JR. On opening an Organ. 1 All nature's works His praise declare

To whom they all belong; There is a voice in every star,

In eyery breeze a song.
2 Sweet music fills the world abroad

With strains of love and power;
The stormy sea sings praise to God, -

The thunder and the shower. 3 To God the tribes of ocean cry,

And birds upon the wing;
To God the powers that dwell on high

Their tuneful tribute bring.
4 Like them let man the throne surround,

With them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftiest sound

Assist his feeble praise.

5 Great God! to thee we consecrate

Our voices and our skill;
We bid the pealing organ wait

To speak alone thy will.
6 O teach its rich and swelling notes

To lift our souls on high ;
And while the music round us floats,

Let earth-born passion die.

L. M. 687.

J. Q. ADAMS. Death of Children. 1 Sure, to the mansions of the blest

When infant innocence ascends,
Some angel brighter than the rest
The spotless spirit's flight attends.
On wings of ecstasy they rise,
Beyond where worlds material roll,
Till some fair sister of the skies
Receives the unpolluted soul.
There, at the Almighty Father's hand,
Nearest the throne of living light,
The choirs of infant seraphs stand,
And dazzling shine, where all are bright.
That inextinguishable beam,
With dust united at our birth,
Sheds a more dim, discolored gleam,

The more it lingers upon earth.
s Closed in this dark abode of clay,

The stream of glory faintly burns,
Xor unobscured the lucid ray
To its own native fount returns.

6 But when the Lord of mortal breath

Decrees his bounty to resume,
And points the silent shaft of death,
Which speeds an infant to the tomb, —

7 No passion fierce, no low desire,

Has quenched the radiance of the flame;
Back to its God the living fire
Returns, unsullied, as it came.

7 & 6s. M.


The Spread of the Gospel.
1 The morning light is breaking,

The darkness disappears,
The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears ;
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,

In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us

Are opening every hour ;
Each cry to heaven going

Abundant answers brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,

With peace upon their wings.

3 Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thy onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay:

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