HYMN FOR MONDAY MORNING. "Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out." Now let our heavenly plants and flowers We have been wafted for a while, Far, far away from this low scene; Been cheer'd by our Redeemer's smile, Been suffered on His breast to lean. What has He taught us? what should be O should not all around us see Within His ivory palace fair We entered, a much-favoured train : Myrrh, aloes, cassia, filled the air, Our garments should the scent retain. And we should pass along the earth, Rise to the country of our birth, From Hymns for a Week. EVENING HYMN. Now all the woods are lulled to rest, And man and beast on earth's wide breast, Yet rouse ye, powers of soul and sense, Where art thou now, thou cheering sun? But in my heart another Light, My Jesus, Sun of all delight, Shines clear, and thou may'st go. Now that the day is far aloof, The stars come out and seek the roof Thus shall I stand, thus shall I shine, The body, longing for its rest, Strips off each garb from limb and breast, Types of its mortal fate; When it is laid aside, my Lord Will clothe me, as a rich reward, In robes of royal state. The head, and feet, and hands are glad, That labour now an end hath had, All toiling and all din ; O heart, rejoice, for thou shalt be Now lay thee down, thou weary frame, The time will come, the day will break, I cannot hold my eyes awake, And where, while closed their rest they take, Jesus, spread out Thy sheltering wings, Should Satan seek me for his prey, "This child thou shalt not win." On you, my dear ones, may no blight May God, beloved, give you sleep, While round your bed His watchers keep Their guard with golden arms. PAUL GERHARD. Translated by M. G. T. EVENING HYMN. "Now is our salvation nearer than when we believed." Now one day's journey less divides Me from the world where God resides; I've one day less my watch to keep, And oh! reflect, my fainting soul, If the sweet presence of thy God To-day has cheered and blessed thy road, Think what must be that glorious place, Where He will never hide His face. If thou hast oft been led astray, If thou hast mourned for friends endear'd, Let every gift by God bestowed, Since I alone on Thee depend, Oh, guide me to my journey's end; Then bear my soul o'er death's dark wave, To realms of joy beyond the grave. From Hymns for a Week. NEARER HEAVEN. ONE Sweetly solemn thought I'm nearer my home to-day, Nearer my Father's home, Where the many mansions be; Nearer the bound of life Where I lay my burthen down; Nearer to leave my cross, Nearer to wear my crown. Nearer the time when I shall join |