I WHEN morning gilds the skies, 2 Does sadness fill my mind? Thy name, O God, be praised! 3 When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast: Thy name, O God, be praised! Eddy. S. M. The powers of darkness fear, 4 When sleep her balm denies, Thy name, O God, be praised! 5 Be this, while life is mine, Thy name, O God, be praised! Thy name, O God, be praised! 565. I HAPPY the man who knows Whose life of care and labor flows 2 He riseth to his task Soon as the word is given, Nor waits, nor doth a question ask, When orders come from heaven. 3 Nothing he calls his own; Nothing he hath to say; His feet are shod for God alone, And God alone obey. 4 Give us, O God, this mind, Which waits for thy command, And doth its highest pleasure find In thy great work to stand. Stillwater. P. M. [WITH HYMN 566 ONLY.] The Lord is my Shepherd, he makes me re-pose Where the pas-tures in beauty are grow - ing; He leads me a far from the world and its woes, Where in peace the still waters are flow-ing. I HEAVEN is here. Its hymns of gladness In this world where sin and sadness By the deed of love hath been; 2 Where the bound, the poor, despairing, Are set free, supplied, and blest; Where, in others' anguish sharing, We can find our surest rest; Where we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise or rod : This is heaven, its peace, its beauty, Radiant with the smile of God. Pilgrim. 85, 75, D. 569. I KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation; Something still to do or bear. Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed with faith and winged with prayer; Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Murray. 8s, 75, D. eth forth with weeping, Bear-ing still the pre-cious seed, Never tiring, never sleep-ing, Soon shall see his toil succeed: Show'rs of rain will fall from heaven, Then the cheering sun shall shine; So shall plenteous fruit be giv-en, Thro' an influence all di - vine. 570. I HE that goeth forth with weeping, Never tiring, never sleeping, Soon shall see his toil succeed: Showers of rain will fall from heaven, Then the cheering sun shall shine; So shall plenteous fruit be given, Through an influence all divine. 2 Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let not fear thy mind employ ; Though the prospect be most dreary, Thou mayest reap the fruits of joy. Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear! Look again! the fields are whitening; Harvest-time is surely near! 571. I YEARS are coming-speed them onward! Seers foretold in ancient song. 2 Years are coming when, forever, When the sword shall gather rust, And the helmet, lance, and falchion . Sleep at last in silent dust. FINE. D.S. Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Child of heaven, canst thou re-pine? |