Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again. Waning moons no more shall see ; Find eternal noon in me ; Change to day the gloom of night; God your everlasting light. 907. C. M. S. F. SMITA. Ascend to heaven's bright shore, “ Not lost, but gone before.” Beneath affliction's rod; Is safe in joy and God ? 908. H. M. ANONYMOUS. Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; To make it spring and grow : 530 |