5 Sing on and soar, sing on and soar

Till, through the crystal gates of heaven,
No longer closed in upper skies,

Thou enter in to sing, Forgiven !

97

Our Refuge in Temptation.* [78.]

TUNE" Rosetto."
1 Jesus, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide ;

O, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone;

Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stayed;

All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

W. CowPER.

98

Retirement [C. M.]

TUNE—" Coventry.” 1 THE calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer

and praise agree,

“ Lima,"

#" 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
And
grace

her mean abode,
O, with

what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God.

3 There, like the nightingale, she pours

Her solitary lays,
Nor asks a witness to her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

W. COWPER.

99

Morning Devotion.
[11s & 88.] TUNE—“ Come, ye disconsolate."
1 FATHER of mercies, when the day is dawning,

Then will Lpay my vows to thee;
Like incense wafted on the breath of morning

My heart-felt praise to thee shall be.
2 Yes - Thou art near me, sleeping or waking,

Still doth thy love unchanged remain, Where'er I wander, thy ways forsaking,

Oh gently lead me back again.

100

Saturday Evening. (L. P. M.] TUNE—“St. Paul's."

" Palestine." 1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray,

That ushers placid evening in,
When with still expiring day,

The Sabbath’s peaceful hours begin :
How grateful to the anxious breast

The sacred hours of holy rest !

2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,
While soft the vesper breezes play,

To hymn the glad return of peace !
Delightful season, kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly things
And bear them to my heavenly home,

On faith and hope's celestial wings –
Till the last gleam of life decay

In one eternal Sabbath day.

101

A Warning from the Grave. [C. M.]

TUNE-"Heath." " Acushnet." 1 BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head

Is equal warning given :
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!

2 Death rides on every passing breeze,

And lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour.

3 Turn, mortal, turn !—thy dangers know:

Where'er thy foot can tread
The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead !

Bp. HEBER.

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 ;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye ;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread.
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around

JOSEPH ADDISON

# Vide Ps. xxiii.

G

103

The World of Light*
[S. M.] Tune_" Laban." · Frothingham."
1 Far from these scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 There sickness never comes ;

There grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And purest pleasure reigns.

3 No strife nor envy there

The sons of peace molest;
But harmony and love sincere

Fill every happy breast.
4 No cloud those regions know,

Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.

5 O may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

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.