II.

But not only, LORD, in sadness
Does my spirit fly to THEE;
In life's many hours of gladness
THOU art present still with me.
But for THY love, as the one light

Shining down from Heav'n afar,

Joy were morn without the sunlight; Grief were night without a star.

My Best.

"The Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow.".

I.

WHY turns my heart to THEE

ISA. xiv, 3.

When anguish wrings my breast ?—

Ah, LORD, THOU art to me

The Kindest, Dearest, Best;

And on THY heart of love

My heart finds rest.

II.

THY love's no poet's dream
That vanisheth away!

'Tis an effulgent beam

Of truth-a beauteous ray

That shineth more and more
To perfect day.

"

III.

THY love's a roseate light

That, breaking through earth's gloom,

Dispels the shades of night

That gather o'er the tomb,

And gives eternal life

Its deathless bloom.

IV.

THY love! No words of man's

Its glories can disclose.

It, like a rainbow, spans

The universe, and shows

Where tears and sunshine blend
In calm repose.

V.

No wonder that to THEE

I turn, then, when distressed ;— THY gracious love to me

Hath taught me where to rest :I lay my aching heart

Upon THY breast.

A Hymn.

"All Thy works shall praise Thee, O Lord; and Thy saints shall bless Thee."-Ps. cxlv, 10.

I.

ETERNAL GOD! my voice I raise
All trembling with THY name;
And while I strive to sing THY praise,
THY SPIRIT'S help I claim.

II.

The life of all things comes from THEE;
And THEE all worlds adore ;

THOU wast, ere time began to be;

And wilt be evermore.