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So will they shine when we are dead,

As countless and as bright.
2 For brief the time and short the space

That e'en the proudest have,
Ere they conclude their various race

In silence and the grave..
3 But the pure soul from dust shall rise

By our great Saviour's aid,
When the last trump shall tend the skies,

And all the stars shall fade.

10. L. M.

NOEL.

Night.
1 When restless on my bed I lie,

Still courting sleep, which still will fly,
Then shall reflection's brighter power

Illume the lone and midnight hour.
2 If hushed the breeze and calm the tide,

Soft will the stream of memory glide,
And all the past, a gentle train,

Waked by remembrance, live again. 3 Perhaps that anxious friend I trace,

Beloved till life's last throb shall cease,
Whose voice first taught a Saviour's truth,

A future bliss unknown on earth.
4 His faithful counsel, tender care,
Unwearied love, and humble prayer,
O these still claim the grateful tear,

And all my drooping courage cheer. 5 If loud the wind, the tempest high,

And darkness wraps the sullen sky,
I muse on life's tempestuous sea,

And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
6 Tossed on the deep and swelling wave,

O mark my trembling soul, and save ;
Give to my mind that harbour near,
Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear.
11. L. M. PIERPONT.

Evening Hymn. For a Child. 1 ANOTHER day its course hath run,

And still, O God, thy child is blest;

For thou hast been by day my sun,

And thou wilt be by night my rest.
2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close ;

And now when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,
My spirit to my Father's will.

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Midnight.
1 My God, I now from sleep awake,

The sole possession of me take ;
From midnight terrors me secure,

And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 Blest angels, while we silent lie,

You Hallelujahs sing on high ;
You joyful hymn the Ever-blest,

Before the throne, and never rest. 3 I with your choir celestial join,

In offering up a hymn divine;
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in heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the night and world farewell. 4 O may I always ready stand,

With my lamp burning in my hand;
May I in sight of heaven rejoice,

Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. 5 Blest Jesus, thou on heaven intent,

Whole nights hast in devotion spent ;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired
And all my zeal is soon expired.

Lord, new life impart
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;
One ray of thy all quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.

6 Shine on me,

ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE OF GOD.

13. L. M. WATTS.

God Invisible.
1 LORD, we are blind, poor mortals, blind,

We can't behold thy bright abode;
O! 'tis beyond a creature's mind
To glance a thought half way to God.

2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,

The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings, nor souls can fly,

Nor angels climb the topless throne. 3 The Lord of glory builds his seat

Of gems incomparably bright:
And lays beneath his sacred feet

Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes

Look through, and cheer us from above;
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.

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Omnipresence.
1 0 Thou by long experience tried,

Near whom no grief can long abide,
My Lord, how full of sweet content,

I pass my years of banishment. 2 All scenes alike engaging prove

To souls impressed with sacred love;
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee,

In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To me remains nor place nor time;

My country is in every clime;
I can be calm, and free from care,

On any shore, since God is there.
4 While place we seek, or place we shun,

The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,

'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
5 Could I be cast where thou art not,

That were indeed a dreadful lot ;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

15. C. M.

WATTS.
Justice and Mercy of God. — Ps. 36.
1 While men grow bold in wicked ways,

And yet a God they own,
My heart within me often says,

*Their thoughts believe there 's none.'

2 Their thoughts and ways. at once declare,

(Whate'er their lips profess)
«God hath no wrath for them to fear,

Nor will they seek his grače.'
3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes!

But there's a hastening hour,
When they shall see, with sore surprise,

The terrors of thy power.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,

Though mountains melt away,
Thy judgments are a world unknown,

A deep unfathomed sea. '
5 Above these heavens' created rounds,

Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds

Where time and nature end.
6 From thee, when creature streams run low,

And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,

And raise our pleasures high.
7 Though all created light decay,

And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,

Where clouds can never rise.

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16. P. M. Bp. HEBER.

Praise to God from Nature and Man. 1 When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;

When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil; When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,

In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. 2 The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the

shade ; The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade ; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent pomp dis

play.
3 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,

Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny ?
No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,

Thee, Maker, must we always love, and Saviour, honor thee. 4 The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade,

The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade

The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old de

cree, But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee.

17. L. M. Bp. HEBER

Give us our daily Bread.
1 O King of earth, and air, and sea,

The hungry ravens cry to thee;
To thee, the scaly tribes that sweep

The bosom of the boundless deep;
2 To thee the lions roaring call,

The common Father, kind to all!
Then grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,

Our daily bread from day to day.
3 The fishes may for food complain;

The ravens spread their wings in vain ;
The roaring lions lack and pine;

But, God, thou carest still for thine.
4 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless

The bleak and lonely wilderness;
And taught by thy dear Son, we pray

For daily bread from day to day.
5 And 0, when through the wilds we roam

That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want and wo,

Our faithless tears begin to flow;
6 Do thou thy gracious comfort give

By which alone the soul may live;
And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.

18. L. M. WATTS.

Grace and Glory.
1 The Almighty reigns, exalted high,

O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,

His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 0 ye that love his holy name,

Hate every work of sin and shame:
He guards the souls of all his friends,

And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown

Are for the saints in darkness sown;

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