KENTUCKY.

S. M.

JEREMIAH INGALLS.

111

The Day-star.

1 WE lift our hearts to thee,
O Day-star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
20 let thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,-
The mists of error and of vice
Which shade the universe.

3 How beauteous nature now! How dark and sad before!

With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore..

4 0 may no gloomy crime

Pollute the rising day;

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all the stains away.

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;

And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.

1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we've here possessed.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise,

And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

114

JOHN LELAND.

[C. M. Tune, Evan. Page 156.] Protection invoked.

1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me,
Through all the hours of night,
And grant to me most graciously
The safeguard of thy might.

2 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove;

O in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.

3 Or if this night should prove my last, And end my transient days,

Lord, take me to thy promised rest,
Where I may sing thy praise.

JOHN F. HERZOG

8, 7.

STOCKWELL.

DARIUS ELIOT JONES.

115

Memories of the dead.

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 fair heaven
We may hope to gain at last.

1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits 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 cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest 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 light and deathless bloom.

JAMES EDMESTON.

LOUIS MOREAU GOTTSCHALK, ARR, BY E. P. PARKER.

117 Communion with God. 1 SOFTLY now the light of day Fades upon our sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, we would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within,

1 O GOD, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to thee?
Who would not love thee with his might?
O Jesus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,

With all his strength, to thee unite?

2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before the insufferable blaze

Angels with both wings veil their eyes; Yet free as air thy bounty streams; On all thy works thy mercy's beams, Diffusive as thy sun's, arise.

3 Astonished at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow Terrible majesty is thine!

Who then can that vast love express
Which bows thee down to me,-who less
Than nothing am, till thou art mine!

4 High throned on heaven's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure, still
Thou sweetly orderest all that is;
And yet thou deign'st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I, with thee
Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.

JOHANN A. SCHEFFLER. TR. BY J. WESLEY,

OXFORD.

C. M.

WILLIAM COOMBS,

120

Te Deum laudamus.

10 GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;

3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway.'

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy Church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee,

That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

NAHUM TATE.

121 One God in Three Persons.

1 HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God in Persons Three;
Of thee we make our joyful boast,
And homage pay to thee.

2 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore:

Beyond the bounds of time and space Thou dwellest evermore.

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1 THERE seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;

The birds, that rise on quivering wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.

2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim?
Shall not my heart, with answering tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?

All nature's debt is small to mine;
Nature shall cease to be;

Thou gavest-proof of love divine-
Immortal life to me.

MRS. AMELIA OPIE.

BEMERTON.

C. M.

HENRY WELLINGTON GREATOREX.

123

Omniscience.

1 LORD, all I am is known to thee;
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
'Thou know'st the sense I mean.

4 0 wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

13AAC WATTS,

124 The Author of every perfect gift.
1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift;
My soul on thee depends;
Convinced that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And power and wisdom too:
Without the Spirit of thy Son,
We nothing good can do.

3 We cannot speak one useful word,
One holy thought conceive,
Unless, in answer to our Lord,
Thyself the blessing give.

1 O GOD, thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright;

Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight.

2 I see thee in the eternal years
In glory all alone,

Ere round thine uncreated fires
Created light had shone.

3 I see thee walk in Eden's shade,
I see thee all through time;
Thy patience and compassion seem
New attributes sublime.

4 I see thee when the doom is o'er,
And outworn time is done,
Still, still incomprehensible,
O God, yet not alone.

5 Angelic spirits, countless souls,
Of thee have drunk their fill;
And to eternity will drink

Thy joy and glory still.

6 O little heart of mine! shall pain
Or sorrow make thee moan,
When all this God is all for thee,
A Father all thine own?

FREDERICK W. FABER.