4. Dear Saviour, to Thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;
Cleansed by Thy blood, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.

1333.

1334.

S. M.

E. SCOTT.

1. ANOTHER day is past,

The hours forever fled;
And time is bearing me away,
To mingle with the dead.
2. My mind in perfect peace

My Father's care shall keep;
I yield to gentle slumber now,

For Thou canst never sleep.

3. How blessed, Lord, are they
On Thee securely stayed!
Nor shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed.

S. M.

CURTIS'S COLL.

1. SWEET Sabbath of the year!
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Steal from the world away!

2. Amid thy silent bowers,

'Tis sad, but sweet to dwell;
Where falling leaves and drooping flowers
Around me breathe-Farewell.

3. Along Thy sunset skies,

Their glories melt in shade;

And, like the things we fondly prize,
Seem lovelier as they fade.

4. A deep and crimson streak

The dying leaves disclose;

As on consumption's waning cheek,
Mid ruin, blooms the rose.

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5. Thy scene each vision brings
Of beauty in decay;

Of fair and early-faded things,
Too exquisite to stay;

6. Of joys that come no more;
Of flowers whose bloom is fled;
Of farewells wept upon the shore;
Of friends estranged or dead;-
7. Of all that now may seem,

To memory's tearful eye,
The vanished beauty of a dream,
O'er which we gaze and sigh.

S. M.

1. SWEET is the time of spring,

When nature's charms appear;
The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing,
And hail the opening year;
But sweeter far the spring

Of wisdom and of grace,

When children bless and praise their King,
Who loves the youthful race.

2. Sweet is the dawn of day,

When light just streaks the sky;
When shades and darkness pass away,
And morning's beams are nigh;
But sweeter far the dawn

Of piety in youth;

When doubt and darkness are withdrawn

Before the light of truth.

3. Sweet is the early dew,

Which gilds the mountain tops,
And decks each plant and flower we view
With pearly, glittering drops;

But sweeter far the scene

On Zion's holy hill,

When there the dew of youth is seen

Its freshness to distill.

1. SILENTLY the shades of evening,
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me.
Faces I shall see no more.

2. O! the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot;
O! the shrouded and the lonely-
In our hearts they perish not.

3. Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend,
They unlinked with earthly trouble,
We, still hoping for its end.

4. How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that far heaven.
We may hope to gain at last.

1. TARRY with me, O my Saviour,
For the day is passing by;
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2. Many friends were gathered round me
In the bright days of the past;
But the grave has closed above them,
And I linger here at last.

3. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows;
Paler now the glowing West;
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?

4. Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness!
While I sleep, still watch by me.

5. Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me-
Morning of eternal rest!

1. SAVIOUR! breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our eyelids seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
2. Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us-
We are safe, if Thou art nigh.

3. Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness can not hide from Thee:
Thou art He who, never weary,
Watcheth where Thy people be.

4. Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright and deathless bloom.

1. On the dewy breath of even

Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven—
Nature's evening sacrifice.

EDMESTON.

2. Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.

3. Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father's keeping,
Calm we rest in perfect faith.

MARTINEAU'S COLL.

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1341.

7s.

1. SOFTLY glides the stream of life
Oft along the flowery vale;
Or impetuous down the cliff
Rustling roams when storms assail.

2. "Tis an ever-varied flood,
Always rolling to its sea,

Slow, or quick, or mild, or rude,
Tending to Eternity.

3. Mortal, what has life for thee,
Like the visions faith can see?
Is thy path of fading flowers,
Half so bright, so sweet as ours?
4. Doth a skillful, healing Friend
On thy daily path attend,

And, where thorns and stings abound,
Shed a balm on every wound?

5. When the tempest rolls on high,
Hast thou still a refuge nigh?
Can, O can thy dying breath
Summon one more strong than death?

6. Canst thou, in that awful day,
Fearless tread the gloomy way,
Plead a glorious ransom given,
Burst from earth, and soar to heaven?

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1. SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; O, how still
Is the working of His will!

2. Mighty Spirit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently;

Vail the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.