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3. So, Lord, when that last morning breaks, Which shrouds in darkness earth and skies, May it on us, low bending here,

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Arrayed in joyful light arise! LYRA CATH.

L. M.

1. FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, we go,
Our daily labor to pursue;
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all we think, or speak, or do.
2. Still would we bear Thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray;
Would still to things eternal look,
And hasten to Thy glorious day.

3. For Thee alone we would employ

Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given;
Would run our course with even joy,
And closely walk with Thee to heaven.

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L. M.

C. WESLEY.

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!—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!-the world is gray
With morning light!

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1. ETERNITY! Eternity!

WHITTIER.

How long art thou, Eternity!
Yet onward still to thee we speed,
As to the fight th' impatient steed.

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2. As ship to port, or shaft from 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 starting-point nor end is found;
4. So thou, Eternity, so vast,
No entrance and no exit hast;
Mark well, O man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!

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1. I CAN NOT always trace the way

Where Thou, Almighty One, dost move;

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.

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.

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1. THY will be done! In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
Thy will be done!

* By repeating the last line.

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!

3. Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one,
Is ours to breathe, while we adore,

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Thy will be done!

L. M.

1. ROCKED in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,

BOWRING.

For Thou, O Lord! 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 the 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.

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L. M.

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,

And seas Thine awful will perform ;
From them we learn to own Thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.

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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 upturn.

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.

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 He shall say-Be still.

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Doxology. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

To God the Father, glory be,
And to His sole-begotten Son;
The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee,
While everlasting ages run.

L. M.

1. GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3. Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at Thy judgment-day.

4. O let my soul on Thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close!
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5. Be Thou my guardian, while I sleep,
Thy watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from th' approach of ill.

6. Lord, let my soul forever share
The bliss of Thy paternal care:

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'Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above,
To see Thy face, and sing Thy love!

L. M

1. O BLESt Creator of the light!

Who dost the dawn from darkness bring,
And framing nature's depth and height,
Didst with the new-born light begin;

2. Who, gently blending eve with morn,
And morn with eve, didst call them day:
Thick flows the flood of darkness down:
O, hear us as we weep and pray!

KENN,

3. Keep Thou our souls from schemes of crime;
Nor guilt remorseful let them know;
Nor, thinking but on things of time,

Into eternal darkness go.

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

Teach us the prize of life to win;

Teach us all evil to abhor,

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And purify ourselves within.

L. M.

LYRA CATH.

1. 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

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