3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gold would his favor secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East, — the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

892.

6 & 10s. M.

MILTON, GARDNER,
AND DWIGHT.

Peace.

1 NO war nor battle's sound

Was heard the earth around,

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran;
But peaceful was the night
In which the Prince of Light

His reign of peace upon the earth began.

2 No conqueror's sword he bore,
Nor warlike armor wore,

Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild;
In peace and love he came,

And gentle was the reign,

Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild.

3 Unwilling kings obeyed,

And sheathed the battle blade,

And called their bloody legions from the field;
In silent awe they wait,

And close the warrior's gate,

Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield.

4 The peaceful conqueror goes,

And triumphs o'er his foes,
His weapons drawn from armories above;
Behold the vanquished sit

Submissive at his feet,

And strife and hate are changed to peace and love.

1 THE breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark,

The hills and waters o'er,

HEMANS.

When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.

2 Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true hearted, came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

3 Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea!

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared,
This was their welcome home!

4 What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's

Ay, call it holy ground,

pure shrine !

The soil where first they trod !

They have left unstained what there they found :
Freedom to worship God.

894.

L. M. 6 L.

Humility.

MONTGOMERY.

1 THE bird that soars on highest wing

Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing
Sings in the shade when all things rest: -
In lark and nightingale we see

What honor hath humility.

2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart

Was made for God's own temple meet; Fairest and best adorned is she

Whose clothing is humility.

3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown In deepest adoration bends;

The weight of glory bows him down

Then most when most his soul ascends:
Nearest the throne itself must be

The footstool of humility.

895.

C. M.

H. WARE, JUn.

Praise to God.

1 ALL nature's works his praise declare
To whom they all belong;
There is a voice in every star,
In every breeze a song.

2 Sweet music fills the world abroad
With strains of love and power;
The stormy sea sings praise to God, —
The thunder and the shower.

3 To God the tribes of ocean cry,
And birds upon the wing;

To God the powers that dwell on high
Their tuneful tribute bring.

4 Like them let man the throne surround,
With them loud chorus raise,
While instruments of loftiest sound
Assist his feeble praise.

5 Great God, to thee we consecrate
Our voices and our skill;
We bid the pealing organ wait
To speak alone thy will.

6 O, teach its rich and swelling notes
To lift our souls on high;

And while the music round us floats,
Let earth-born passion die.

896.

C. M.

True and False Zeal.

NEWTON.

1 ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame
The fire of love supplies;

While that which often bears the name
Is self, in a disguise.

2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;

The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.

3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;

But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;

But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

5 O God, the idol self dethrone,

And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

897.

C. M.

NEWTON.

"Unto you who believe he is precious."

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast;
"T is manna to the hungry soul,
And, to the weary, rest.

3 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought,
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

4 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

898.

L. M.

Entire Consecration.

STEELE.

1 NOW I resolve with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his ways will I depart,

Whose service is a rich reward.

2 O, be his service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
3 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my decided choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
4 O, may I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
Great God, accept my soul's desire,

And give me strength to live thy praise.

899.

L. M.

On Joining the Church.

DODDRIDGE.

1 O, HAPPY day, that fixed my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my Lord!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad!
2 O, happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my
love!
Let cheerful anthems fill the house,
While to his altar now I move.
3 Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Here have I found a nobler part;

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. 4 High Heaven, that hears the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear;

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

900.

C. H. M. SACRED LYRICS.

The everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1 HEAVEN is the land where troubles cease, Where toils and tears are o'er;