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BRIDGEPORT. C. H. M.

Arranged from Templi Carmina.

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3. Because the Saviour shed His blood

To wash away their sin;
Bathed in that pure and precious flood,

Behold them white and clean!

4. On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,

On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His blessed face,

And stand before the Lamb.

1277. C. M.*

1. Heaven is the land where troubles cease,

Where toils and tears are o'er;
The blissful clime of rest and peace,

Where cares distract no more;
And not a shadow of distress

Dims its unsullied blessedness. 2. Heaven is the place where Jesus dwells,

And pleads His dying blood,
While to His prayers Flis Father gives

An unknown multitude-
Whose harps and tongues, through end-

less days,
Shall crown His head with songs of

praise.
3. Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy,

The home of light and love,
Where faith and hope in rapture die,

And ransomed souls above
Enjoy, before their Father's throne,
Bliss everlasting and unknown.

1. BRIGHT glories rush upon my sight,

And charm my wondering eyesThe regions of immortal light,

The beauties of the skies!

2. All haill ye fair, celestial shores,

Ye lands of endless day!
A rich delight your prospect pours,

And drives my griefs away.
3. There's a delightful clearness now;

My clouds of doubt are gone;
Fled is my former darkness, too;

My fears are all withdrawn. 4. Short is the passage, short the space,

Between my home and me;
There, there behold the radiant place

How near the mansions be!

1276. C. M.*

1. AROUND the throne of God in heaven,

Thousands of children stand;
Children, whose sins are all forgiven,

A holy, happy band. 2. What brought them to that world above,

That heaven so bright and fair-
Where all is peace, and joy, and love?

How came those children there?

5. Immortal wonders! boundless things

In those dear worlds appear!
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in those glories share.

VILLAGE HYMNS.

* Sing Tappan.

CH. BEECHER.

NIGHT THOUGHT. L. M. 24

1. In si - lence of the voice-less night, When, chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,

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3. So, Lord, when that last morning breaks,

Which shrouds in darkness earth and May it on us, low bending here, [skies, Arrayed in joyful light arise!

LYRA CATH. 1280. L. M.

2. And if there weigh upon my breast

Vague memories of the day forgone,
Scarce knowing why, I fly to Thee,

And lay them down.
3. Or, if it be the gloom that comes,

In token of impending ill,
My bosom heeds not what it is

Since 'tis Thy will.
4. For, 01 in spite of constant care,

Or aught beside, how joyfully
I pass that solitary hour,

My God, with Thee!
5. More tranquil than the stilly night,

More peaceful than that voiceless hour,
Supremely blest, my bosom lies

Beneath Thy power.
6. For what on earth can I desire,

Of all it hath to offer me?
Or whom in heaveu do I seek,

O God, but Thee ?

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1279. L. M.

1. The dawn is sprinkling in the east

Its golden shower, as day flows in; Fast mount the pointed shafts of light;

Farewell to darkness and to sin!

1281. L. M.
1. O BACKWARD-LOOKING son of time!

The new is old, the old is new,
The cycle of a change sublime

Still sweeping through. 2. Take heart 1—the waster builds again,

A charmed life old goodness hath;
The tares may perish--but the grain

Is not for death.
3. God works in all things; all obey

His first propulsion from the night; Ho, wake and watch 1-the world is gray

With morning light!

2. Away, ye midnight phantoms all!

Away, despondence and despair! Whatever guilt the night has brought,

Now let it vanish into air.

WHITTIER

1282. L. M.

1285. L.M.

1. ETERNITY! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
Yet onward still to thee we speed,

As to the fight th' impatient steed. 2. As ship to port, or shaft fronı bow,

Or swift as couriers homeward go;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!

Eternity! Eternity ! 3. Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
As in a ball's concentric round

Nor startibg-point nor end is found; 4. So thou, Eternity, so vast,

No entrance and no exit hast;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!

COXE. FROM THE GERMAN.

1. Rocked in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,

For Thou, O Lordi hast power to save. 2. I know Thou wilt not slight my call!

For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in tho cradle of the deep. 3. And such the trust that still.were mine,

Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath

Roused me from sleep to wreck and death! 4. In ocean caves still safe with Thee,

The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

MRS. WILLARD.

1283. L. M.

1286. L. M.

1. I cannot always trace the way

Where Thou, Almighty One, dost more; But I can always, always say,

That God is love.

2. When fear her chilling mantle throws

O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,

For God is love. 3. When mystery clouds my darkened path,

I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove, In this my soul sweet comfort hath,

That God is love.

1. GLORY to Thee, whose powerful word

Bids the tempestuous winds arise !
Glory to Thee, the sovereign Lord

Of air, and earth, and sea, and skies ! 2. Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

Aud seas Thine awful will perform; From them we learn to own Thy sway,

And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3. What though the floods lift up their voice;

Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They can not damp Thy children's joys,

Or shake the soul when God is nigh. 4. Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,

And back to highest heaven are borne ; Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,

And all the watery world upturu. 5. Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy

Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain t' impair the calm ye try-

The calm in a believer's breast.

4. Yes, God is love ;-a thought like this

Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,

For God is love.

1281. L. M. 1. The will be done! In devious way

The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,

Thy will be done!

6. Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,

Thou sea, the servant of His will; Rise, while our God permits thee, rise, But fall, when Ile shall say,--Be still.

C. WESLEY.

2. Thy will be done! If o'er us shine

A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer shall make it more divine :-

Thy will be done!

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3. Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er

Our path with gloom, one comfort, one,
Is ours—to breathe, while we adore,

Thy will be done!

To God the Father, glory be,

And to His sole-begotten Son; The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee, While everlasting ages run.

BOWRING.

TALLIS EVENING HYMN. L. M.

Tu Tallis. 1650.

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to Thee, my God, this night, For all the bless-ings of the light;

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migh-ty wings.

1287. L. M.

3. Keep Thou our souls from schemes of crime;

Nor guilt remorseful let them know; 2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, Nor, thinking but on things of time, The ill which I this day have done;

Into eternal darkness go.
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

4. Teach us to knock at heaven's high door;

Teach us the prize of life to win; 3. Teach me to live, that I may dread

Teach us all evil to abhor, The grave as little as my bed :

And purify ourselves within. Teach me to die, that so I may

LYRA CATH. Rise glorious at Thy judgment-day.

1289. L.M. 4. O let my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close!

1. 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make,

Fast fading from our wistful gaze; To serve my God when I awake.

Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 5. Be Thou my guardian, while I sleep,

The last faint pulse of quivering light. Thy watchful station near me keep; My heart with love celestial fill,

2. Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear! And guard me from th' approach of ill.

It is not night if Thou be near;

0, may no earth-born cloud arise 6. Lord, let my soul for ever share

To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. The bliss of Thy paternal care: 'T is heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,

3. When the soft dews of kindly sleep To see Thy face, and sing Thy love!

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
KENN.

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour's breast. 1288. L. M.

4. Abide with me from morn till eve, 1. O BLEST Creator of the light!

For without Thee I can not live; Who dost the dawn from darkness bring,

Abide with me when night is nigh, And, framing nature's depth and hight,

For without Thee I dare not die. Didst with the new-born light begin;

5. Come near and bless us when we wake, 2. Who, gently blending eve with morn,

Ere through the world our way we take: And morn with eve, didst call them day: Till in the ocean of Thy love Thick flows the flood of darkness down: We lose ourselves in heaven above. O, hear us as we weep and pray!

KEBLE.

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