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Ils. 1. SEE, daylight is fading, o'er earth and o'er ocean,
The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea; Oh, now in the hush of the fitful commotion
We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee. 2. Full oft wast thou found afar on the mountain,
As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave: Thou Son of the Highest, and life's endless fountain,
Be with us, we pray Thee, to bless and to save. 3. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's
deep, Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And guard us from evil, though Death watch
our sleep. 4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven,
Who dwells with the lowly and humble in heart, To the Son and the Spirit all glory be given:
One God, ever blessed and praised, Thou art.
12s. 1, WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is
streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is
gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, They fly to their Master, “Save, Lord, or we per
ish." 2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
ish." 3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,
1. While nature was sinking in stillness to rest,
The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west,
In deep meditation, I wandered away.
A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was there;
While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part. 3. So deep were His sorrows, so fervent His prayers, That down o'er His bosom rolled sweat, blood,
and tears! I wept to behold
Him !—I asked Him His name, He answered, “ 'Tis Jesus! from heaven I came!" 4. How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice! His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant His
I shouted Salvation ! and Glory to God!
My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love!
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears! 6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;
1. Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale
beamıs Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.
2. How damp were the vapors that fell on His head !
How hard was His pillow, how humble His bed!
And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3. O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The triumph of sorrow-the triumph of love! 4. Come, saints, and adore Him; come, bow at His
MARIE DE FLEURY.
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
Descends the fitful evening blast. 2. The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his sheltered nest;
And laid him down to welcome rest. 3. Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 4. Why seeks He not a home of rest?
Why seeks He not a pillowed bed ?
He hath not where to lay His head. 5. Such was the lot He freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race;
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.
And silence slept on Zion's hill,
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light2. Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 3. On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;
While thus they struck their harps and sung: 4. “O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5. "See, Mercy, from her golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
The bleeding bosom of despair.
Bids Satan and his host depart;
From lips of gentleness and grace,
And joy and gladness filled the place !
To heaven He led His followers' way;
Unvailing an immortal day.
3. " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :"
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest. 4. Decay, then, tenements of dust;
Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
And Jesus has prepared the way.
1. How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine;
In wondrous love, O Son of God !
pure, so made to live in light ? O, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe? 3. O, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?
So glorious in humility ?
The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,
Upon Thy mild divinity.
pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thec; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 6. O, in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe;
A. C. COXE.