2 Still, to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And, for his temple and his throne, 78 [C. M.] Heaven. TUNE-" Lanesboro." 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast'Tis found alone in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls : By sin and sorrow driven : When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, And all is drear but heaven; *Vide Matt. v. 8. 3 Then faith lifts up the tearless eye, 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, W. B. TAPPAN.* 79 [6s & 78.] Tyrolese Evening Hymn. AIR-" Come to the sunset tree." 1 COME to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; And the summer dew to flowers, By the cool, soft evening hours. 2 Sweet is the hour of rest! Pleasant the wood's low sigh, And the turf whereon we lie. And kindly voices greet * Born in Beverly Mass., 1795, and died in 1849. 3 Yes, tuneful is the sound That dwells in whispering boughs; And the gale that fans our brows. 4 There shall no tempest blow, To the quiet of the skies, MRS. F. HEMANS. 80 [7s.] Saturday Evening. TUNE-" Safely through another week." 1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek On the approaching Sabbath day; 2 Mercies, multiplied each hour, Through the week our praise demand; 3 When the morn shall bid us rise, When we in thy house appear; CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. "Albion." 81 [C. M.] Heaven. TUNE-" Arlington." 1 WHEN I can read my title clear 2 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul DR. WATTS. 82 [C. M.] Trust in Providence. TUNE-"The Pilot." 1 O PILOT, 'tis a fearful night; There's danger on the deep, I'll come and pace the deck with thee- "Go down," the sailor cried, " go down ; 2 Ah, Pilot, dangers often met, And thou hast known these raging waves It is not apathy!" he cried, "That gives this strength to me; 3 "On such a night the sea engulfed And such, perhaps, may be my fate; Fear not, but trust in Providence, 83 T. H. BAYLEY. [L. M.] The Vanity of the World. TUNE-"Averno." 1 How vain is all beneath the skies! How transient every earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties That bind us to a world like this! 2 The evening cloud "Arcola." the morning dew- |