2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Children amidst thy temples throng
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.
P. M. H. WARE, JUN.
Prayer at Morning and Evening.
1 To prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smiles awakes.
His light is on all below and above-
The light of gladness, and life, and love.
O, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
2 To prayer! for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on.
Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows
To shade the couch where his children repose.
Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian
of night.
1 BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high;
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.
2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control;
Yet still thou art not there.
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is everywhere?
3 0, not in circling depth, or height,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from sight,
There does his spirit rest.
O come, thou Presence Infinite,
And make thy creature blest.
601. L. M. BOWRING.
Sleep.
1 REVIVING sleep! thy sheltering wing
Is o'er the couch of labor spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,
That hovers round the tired one's head.
2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.
3 0, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life's sad waste repairs again.
4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine;
And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear thy voice divine,
"Awake! for death's dark night is passed."
1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in thy dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch its soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;
Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word! Restore thy trust! the glorious form Shall then arise, to meet the Lord.
1 BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown:
From the burden of the flesh,
And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.
2 Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail,
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail:
And there thou'rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
3 "Earth to earth," and "dust to dust,"
The solemn priest hath said;
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed:
But thy spirit, brother! soars away
Among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead!-
3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
7s. M. WILLARD'S COL
Peacemakers are Children of God.
1 Lo, they come from east and west;
Come to enjoy the heavenly rest:
North and south, in bliss complete,
Round the eternal altar meet.
2 Countless host! how great! how blest!
Wondrous joy, and peace, and rest!
What shall fit us, Lord, for this?
Fit our souls for heavenly bliss?
3 Peace on earth, and peace alone;
Peace, which makes all churches one;
Peace, the fruit of Christian love,
Fits the soul for peace above.
Death of Kindred improved.
1 MUST friends and kindred drop and die?
Must helpers be withdrawn?
While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God,
Our helper and our friend;
Nor leave us, in this dangerous road,
Till all our trials end.
3 O may our feet pursue the way
Our pious fathers led!
While love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead.
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