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1. See, daylight is fad-ing o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far - distant

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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.
HEBER.

224. 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,

2. While passing a garden I paused to hear,

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A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was
there;

The voice of the sufferer affected my heart,
While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.
So deep were His sorrows, so fervent Ilis 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 !"
How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice!
His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant His
Voice!

I flew from the garden to spread it abroad!

I shouted Salvation! and Glory to God!

I'm now on my journey to mansions above;
My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love!
I think of the garden. the prayers, and the tears,
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears!

6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;
My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise
To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

226. lls.

They fly to their Master, Save, Lord, or we per- 1. THOU Sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, ish."

2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."

3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging. When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace, thy redeemed to cher-3.

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Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."

225. lls.

1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest.
The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west,
O'er fields by pale moonlight or stars' trembling ray,
In deep meditation, I wandered away.

Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale

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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!
The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.
O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow,-the triumph of love!

4. Come. saints, and adore Him: come, bow at His
feet:

O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise.
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

MARIE DE FLEURY.

WARNER. L. M.

Templi Carmina.

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1. O'er the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast,

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2. The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down his welcome rest.

3. Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on His lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

4. Why seeks He not a home of rest?

Why seeks He not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest; He hath not where to lay His head.

6. Such was the lot He freely chose,

To bless. to save the human race;
And through His poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

228. L. M.

RUSSELL.

4. "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

5. "See, Mercy, from her golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds, with tender care,
The bleeding bosom of despair.

6. He comes to cheer the trembling heart;
Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom."

229. L. M.

T. CAMPBELL.

1. How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and gladness filled the place!

L WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion's hill, [night,
When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light,- 3.

2. Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.

3. On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;
High heaven with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and sung: |

2. From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke,
To heaven He led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
"Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:"
'Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest.

4. Decay, then, tenements of dust;
Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

BOWRING.

BRENTFORD. L. M.

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1. How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine; That

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lit Thy lonely pathway, trod

In won-drous love, O Son of God!

230. L. M.

2. O, who like Thee-so calm, so bright,
So 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 meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4. The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon Thy mild divinity.

5. And death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

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3. Lord, bring these precious moments back,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in Thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.

4. In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by Thine holy angels still!

232. L. M.

1. HAVE we no tears to shed for Him,

While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?
Ah! look, how patiently He hangs-
Jesus, our love, is crucified!

2. What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord?
By earth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

3. Found guilty of excess of love,

It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

4. O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

5. A broken heart, a fount of tears-
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

LYRA. CATH.

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1. JEWS were wrought to cruel madness,
Christians fled in fear and sadness, |
Mary stood the cross beside; |
At its foot, her foot she planted,
By the dreadful scene undaunted, |
Till the gentle Suff 'rer died. |
Poets oft have sung her story,
Painters decked her brow with glory, |
Priests her name have dei fied. |

2. But no worship, song, or glory,
Touches like the simple story, |

Mary stood the cross beside. I
And when under fierce oppression,
Goodness suffers like transgression, |
Christ again is crucified. |
But if love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted, |

Mary stands the cross be side. |

237. 8s & 7s.

1. AT the cross her station keeping. |
Stood the mournful mother weeping, |
Close to Jesus to the last: |
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, |
All His bitter anguish bearing,

Now at length the sword had | pass'd.

2. Oh, how sad and sore distress'd, | Was that mother highly blest,

Of the sole-begotten | One! Christ above in torment hangs, | She beneath beholds the pangs

Of her dying, glorious | Son.

3. Let me mingle tears with thee, |
Mourning Him who mourned for me, |
All the days that I may | live; |
By the cross with Him to stay, I
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of Christ to give.

4. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, | Be Thou only my defence,

Be Thy cross my victory; |
While my body here decays, |
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with | Thee. |
238. 8s & 7s.

1. SEE the Lord of glory dying, |
See Him gasping, hear Him crying, |
See His burthened bosom | heave;
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung Him.
See how deep your sins have stung Him,
Dying sinners,❘ look and | live. |

2. See the rocks and mountains shaking, | Earth unto her center quaking, |

Nature's groans awake the dead. |
Veiled the sun in awful wonder, |
While the veil is rent asunder,

And the victim | bows His head. | 3. Heaven's bright melodious legions, | Chanting thro' those lofty regions,

Cease to thrill the quivering string; |
Songs seraphie all suspended, |
Till the tragic woe is ended,

By the all a toning | King. |

4. Hell and all the powers infernal. | Rage against the Lamb Eternal,

While He pours the vital flood; | And their empire's deep foundation- | Rocks in frightful consternation,

As earth feels that | warm life- | blood. 5. Shout, ye saints, with exultation, | Fill with song the wide creation, f

See! He rises from the | tomb! |
Vain the bars of Death's dominion! |
Marble bond, and midnight pinion,

Part for aye your reign of doom.
6. Lo! the heavens are bursting o'er us,
Hark, the wide out-rushing chorus |
Everlasting numbers | rise—|
Songs immortal sweetly sounding,
Myriad lyres and harps resounding,
As the Conqueror | mounts the skies!

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