And good it is to bear the cross, And so thy perfect peace to win ; Redeemed from this, we ask no more, A PSALM OF NIGHT. FADES from the west the farewell light, Flung backward by the setting sun, And silence deepens, as the night On spiring grass and floweret stems, And lo! the everlasting blue Is radiant with a thousand gems. Not only doth the voiceless day Thy loving-kindness, Lord, proclaim, But night, with its sublime array Of worlds, doth magnify thy name; Before thee bend the willing knee, Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night thy voice makes known ; Through all the earth, where thought may reach, Is heard the glad and solemn tone; And worlds beyond the farthest star Whose light hath reached a human eye, Catch the high anthem from afar That rolls along immensity. O Holy Father! 'mid the calm And stillness of this evening hour, We too would lift our solemn psalm To praise thy goodness and thy power; For over us, as over all, Thy tender mercies still extend, Nor vainly shall the contrite call On thee, our Father and our Friend. Kept by thy goodness through the day, Our souls before thy throne appear. THE HARVEST-CALL ABIDE not in the realm of dreams, O man, however fair it seems, Nor linger in the misty past, That call, though many-voiced, is one, Think not in sleep to fold thy hands, Look up the wide extended plain Thrust in thy sickle! nor delay The present hour allots thy task: Lo! the broad fields with harvests white Up, for the time is short; and soon While the day lingers, do thy best! ORDINATION HYMN. Written for the ordination of Mr. J. W. Chadwick, as pastor of the Second Unitarian Church, in Brooklyn, N.Y., 1854. FATHER, thy servant waits to do thy will! Called to thy work, O, clothe him with thy might, And with this threefold grace his spirit fill, Love, liberty, and light! With love, for the dear souls that thou hast made, With liberty, that where thy Spirit leads, With light, an effluence of the Life Divine, And upward to the skies. Thus, furnished for his work, O Father, stand SAMUEL DOWSE ROBBINS. (1812.) REV. SAMUEL D. ROBBINS, brother of Rev. Chandler Robbins, D.D., a sketch of whom has been given on a previous page, was born in Lynn, Mass., March 7, 1812. He graduated at the Divinity School, at Cambridge, in 1833, and was ordained pastor of the Unitarian Church in Lynn, his native town, Nov. 13, of the same year. He became the minister of the Unitarian Society in Chelsea in 1840; removed to Framingham, and assumed the charge of the church of the same faith in that place in 1859, and was next settled in Wayland in 1867. In 1873 he gave up his parish in Wayland, and retired to Concord, where he still resides. Mr. Robbins received the degree of A.M. from Harvard College in 1865. He has published but little. Yet, from time to time, he has sent to the magazines and papers numerous hymns and sacred poems of great excellence. They are full of devout and tender sentiment, are finely expressive of Christian trust and love, and have met a warm response in the hearts of many readers. Such is the first piece which we here copy, and which was frequently chanted by the choir of one of the churches that have been under the author's pastoral care. Several others of those which follow it are to be found in various hymn-books, while the rest have been taken from the "Monthly Magazine" or religious weeklies, in which they were originally printed, or have been kindly furnished us by the writer himself, at our solicitation. THE MASTER. HOU art our Master! thou of God the Son, THOU Of man the Friend; By thee alone the victory is won; Our souls defend! Thou art the Master! let us love thy word; Let us obey thee as our risen Lord, Thou art our Master! with thy cross, thy crown, Now from thy starry throne look gently down, Thou art our Master! through the narrow way Thou art our Master! at thy feet we cast The yoke of Love we take! O, bind us fast! Thou art our Master! through our earthly home And when thy kingdom unto us shall come, * Luke xii. 37. |