1 ON Jordan's stormy banks we stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where our possessions lie.
2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene,
That rises to our sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God in light for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow-pain and death
Are felt and feared no more.
5 When shall we reach that happy place, And be for ever blest?
When shall we see our Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?
C. M. WATTS.
Martyrs glorified.
1 "THESE glorious minds!-how bright they Whence all their white array? [shine!
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"
2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely washed their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.
Now they approach th' eternal God,
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.
The unvailed glories of his face
Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supplied.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast:
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.
1 AWAKE, our souls, and with the sun
Our daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay our morning sacrifice.
2 Our precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day, our last esteem;
Improve our talents with due care;
For the great day ourselves prepare.
3 m conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear
Think how the all-seeing God, our ways
And all our secret thoughts surveys.
4 Lord, we our vows to thee renew;
Scatter our sins like morning dew;
Guard our first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself our spirits fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All we design, or do, or say;
That all our powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies;
2 Oh, like the sun may we fulfil
The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will
March on, and keep our heavenly way.
3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
4 Give us thy counsel for our guide,
And then receive us to thy bliss;
All our desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold, compared with this.
L. M. HAWKESWORTH.
1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
We safely passed the silent night: Again we see the breaking shade, We drink again the morning light. 2 New-born, we bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; Our conscious souls rest resume their power, to thee. our guardian God! 30 guide us through the various maze Our doubtful feet are doomed to tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around each head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep our eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave our eyes:
Thy light shall give eternal day;
And we immortal then shall rise.
582. C. M. MRS. STEELE.
1 LORD of our lives! O may thy praise
Employ our noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out our days,
And fills the circling hours!
2 Preserved by thine almighty arm,
We pass the shades of night,
Serene, and safe from every harm,
And see returning light.
3 When sleep, death's semblance, o'er us
And we unconscious lay,
[spread.
Thy watchful care was round each bed,
To guard our feeble clay.
4 O let the same almighty care
Our waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
Our heedless steps defend.
5 Smile on our minutes as they roll,
And guide our future days;
And let thy goodness fill each soul
With gratitude and praise.
1 NOW the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may we be thine to-day,
Drive the shades of sin away.
2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we stand, and watch and pray.
Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past,
O receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.
C. M. GENTLEMEN'S MAG.
1 ON thee, each morning, O our God,
Our waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all our hopes,
In thee our wishes end.
2 The soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
A sacrifice of praise.
God leads us through the maze of sleep,
And brings us safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care.
Conducts our steps till night.
589.
1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
2 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
In mercy guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
S. M. VILLAGE HYMNS.
3 And if we early rise,
And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
4 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.
1 THE sun is set, the day is clos'd,
The night is calm, the world's compos'd,
And cares are laid aside;
So fly our days without control,
Like rolling spheres around the pole,
Or swift as meteors glide.
2 Our life at best is but a span,
Few are the days allow'd to man,
To number here in pain;
Each moment clips the little space,
Contracts the span, cuts short the race,
And winds the mortal chain.
3 Soon will the wheel to pieces break,
The fountain dry, the fabric shake,
And night its curtain spread;
Our sun must set, our night will
will come,
These feeble forms in yonder tomb,
Must mingle with the dead.
Well, if our days must end so soon,
Our morning sun go down at noon,
The present we'll improve;
We'll watch the moments as they fly,
Improve them all as they pass by,
And serve the God we love.
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