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Did not his heart within him burn,
Its purity was gone.
Therefore, 'midst holy stream and bower,
His spirit shook with dread,
And called the cedars in that hour
To veil his conscious head.
Oh! in each wind, each fountain's flow,
Grant me, my God, thy voice to know,
BLESSED BE THY NAME FOR EVER.
LESSED be thy name for ever,
Thou of life the guard and giver!
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping;
Heal the heart long broke with weeping.
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be thy name for ever!
Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest!
God of evening's parting ray,
Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day,
TRUST IN THE SAVIOUR.
OT seldom, clad in radiant vest, Deceitfully goes forth the Morn; Not seldom Evening, in the west, Sinks smilingly forsworn.
The smoothest seas will sometimes prove,
And, if she trust the stars above,
The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread,
But Thou art true, incarnate Lord,
Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;
Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word
I bent before thy gracious throne,
And asked for peace with suppliant knee;
HOW unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clust'ring ornaments to clog the pile: From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see,
Majestic in its own simplicity.
Inscribed above the portal, from afar
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,
Legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quick'ning words-Believe and live.
HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
O that we might that rest obtain
In thy blest kingdom we shall be
No rude alarms of raging foes,
O long-expected day, begin!
ITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn,
That slowly wakes while all the fields are still;
A soothing calm on every breeze is borne,
A graver murmur gurgles from the rill,
And echo answers softer from the hill,
And softer sings the linnet from the thorn;
Hail, light serene! hail, sacred Sabbath Morn!
A SABBATH EVENING HYMN.
ILLIONS within thy courts have met,
Millions this day before thee bowed;
But thou, soul-searching God! hast known
In spirit and truth who worshipped thee.
People of many a tribe and tongue,
Men of strange colours, climates, lands, Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung, And offered prayer with holy hands.
Still, as the light of morning broke
Thy far spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.
From east to west, the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretched her shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs.
Harmonious as the winds and seas,
In halcyon hours when storms are flown,
Not angel trumpets sound more clear;
Than humble prayer and humble praise.
And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed to-day some suit to gain;
Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod; Thy mourners have been comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their God.
Yet one prayer more; and be it one
In which both heaven and earth accord:
Fulfil thy promise to thy Son,
Let all that breathe, call Jesus Lord.
His throne and sovereignty advance;
The heathen his inheritance,
And earth's last bound his portion be.