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5 Sing on and soar, sing on and soar
Till, through the crystal gates of heaven,
Thou enter in to sing, Forgiven !
Our Refuge in Temptation.* [78.]
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high:
Till the storm of life is past;
O, receive my soul at last.
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Still support and comfort me;
All my help from thee I bring:
Retirement [C. M.]
TUNE—" Coventry.” 1 THE calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer
and praise agree,
#" Come unto me all ye that labor, and are boavy laden, and I will give you rost."-JESUS CHRIST.
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those that follow Thee.
2 There, if thy spirit touch the soul
her mean abode,
what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God.
3 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays,
Then will Lpay my vows to thee;
My heart-felt praise to thee shall be.
Still doth thy love unchanged remain, Where'er I wander, thy ways forsaking,
Oh gently lead me back again.
Saturday Evening. (L. P. M.] TUNE—“St. Paul's."
" Palestine." 1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray,
That ushers placid evening in,
The Sabbath’s peaceful hours begin :
The sacred hours of holy rest !
2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,
And worldly cares and business cease,
To hymn the glad return of peace !
To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,
Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly things
On faith and hope's celestial wings –
In one eternal Sabbath day.
A Warning from the Grave. [C. M.]
TUNE-"Heath." " Acushnet." 1 BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head
Is equal warning given :
Above us is the heaven!
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;
Its peril every hour.
3 Turn, mortal, turn !—thy dangers know:
Where'er thy foot can tread
102 God Our Shepherd.*
TUNE “ Yoakley." “ Gentle Shepherd."
See also Nason's “ Vocal Class Book," p. 146. 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread.
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
# Vide Ps. xxiii.
The World of Light*
Unbounded glories rise,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 There sickness never comes ;
There grief no more complains;
And purest pleasure reigns.
3 No strife nor envy there
The sons of peace molest;
Fill every happy breast.
Forever bright and fair;
Can never enter there.
5 O may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
MRS. ANNE STEELE.
104 Delight in the Worship of God. [C. M.]
TUNE_" Moreh." Arlington." 1 We love thy holy temple, Lord,
For there thou deign'st to dwell;
* Vide Isaiah xxxiii. 17.