Watcher who watchest by the bed of pain
We bless Thee for the quiet sleep

We lead a gentle life below

We live not in our moments

We love Thee, Lord

We overstate the ills of life

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We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord
We saw Thee not when Thou didst come...
We sadly watch'd the close of all
What cheering words are these
What, gazing on your Saviour's face
What God decrees-Child of His love
What mean ye by this weeping
What no human eye hath seen
When ease and quiet are our lot

When first thine eyes unveil

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When hearts are full of yearning tenderness

When on the fragrant sandal tree

When worldly men

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"Before Thy mystic altar, heavenly Truth,
I kneel in manhood, as I knelt in youth;
Thus let me kneel till this dull form decay,
And life's last shade be brightened by this ray."

Sir W. JONES.

Gruth.

HE rounded whole of Truth the mortal mind
May never mirror in its narrow sphere,
Yet, as it looks to Heaven, may hope to find
The faint reflection ever wax more clear.

To him that seeks, it is more largely sent,
Nor need he grieve that all can not be given;
Upon the leaf each dew-drop is content

To hold its segment of the round of heaven.

"Strive for the truth to the death, and the Lord shall fight for thee."-ECCLUS. IV. 28.

"Thou requirest truth in the inward parts."

O GOD of truth, whose living Word,
Upholds whate'er hath breath;
Look down on Thy creation, Lord,
Enslaved by sin and death.

Set up Thy standard, Lord! that we
Who claim a heavenly birth,

May march with Thee to smite the lies,
That vex Thy groaning earth.

Mount Thy white horse, Thou Word of God;
Thy blood-stained vesture don :

To the last strife with death and hell
Lead Thy great army on.

Ah! would we join that blest array,
And follow in the might

Of Him, the Faithful and the True,
In raiment clean and white.

We fight for truth, we fight for God,
Poor slaves of lies and sin!

He who would fight for Thee on earth,
Must first be true within.

Then God of Truth, for whom we long,
Thou who wilt hear our prayer,

Do thine own battle in our hearts,
And lay the falsehood there.

Thou sword which goeth from his mouth,
Smite these false hearts in twain!
Here burn, thou never-dying fire!

Fall on, thou fiery rain!

Still smite! still burn! till nought is left
But God's own truth and love;

Then, Lord, as morning dew come down-
Rest on us from above.

Yea, come! then, tried as in the fire,

From every lie set free,

Thy perfect truth shall dwell in us,

And we shall live in Thee.