3 Noiseless the sun emits his fire, And pours his golden streams; And silently the shades retire Before his rising beams.

4 O grant my soul an ear to know Thy deep and silent voice;

To bend in lowly, filial awe,
And in thy love rejoice!

66. 7 & 6s. M.

1 IN the broad fields of heaven,
In the immortal bowers,

By life's clear river dwelling,
Amid undying flowers,

There hosts of beauteous spirits,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,
Sing of their human birth.

2 They sing of earth and heaven;
Divinest voices rise

To God, their gracious Father,
Who called them to the skies;

They all are there, in heaven,—

Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can shadow

Their bright and holy rest.

1 FORTH to the land of promise bound,
Our desert path we tread;
God's fiery pillar for our guide,
His Captain at our head.

2 E'en now we faintly see the hills,
And catch their distant blue;
And the bright city's gleaming spires
Rise dimly on our view.

3 There love shall have its perfect work, And prayer be lost in praise,

And all the servants of our God
Their endless anthems raise.

68. L. M.

1 O, WHEN the hours of life are past, And death's dark shade arrives at last, It is not sleep, it is not rest; "T is glory opening to the blest.

2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin, And Christ shall there receive them in; There each shall wear a robe of light, Like his, divinely fair and bright.

3 There, parted hearts again shall meet,
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There grief find rest, and never more
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.

4 No storms shall ride the troubled air,
No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales, that breathe and die.

69. C. M.

1 THE bird let loose in eastern skies, When hastening fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her fight
Nor shadows dim her way.

2 So grant me, God, from every care
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through virtue's purer air

To hold my course to thee;
No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs,
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom in her wings.

70. C. M.

1 HARK! from that glorious world what songs Those heavenly voices raise!

Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.

2 Those are the hymns that we shall know,
If Jesus we obey;

That is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.

3 This is the joy we ought to seek, .
And make our chief concern;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read, and hear, and learn.

4 Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay
Children and teachers, one by one,
Must droop and pass away.

5 Great God, impress the serious thought
This day on every breast,

That both the teachers and the taught
May enter to thy rest.

71. C. M.

1 DEATH rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

2 Daily we see the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay;
And life depart in sudden night,

Ere scarce has dawned the day.

3 Look downward, then; thy danger know;
Where now thy foot may tread,
List to the warning from below,—
There lie the buried dead.

4 Look upward, too; by faith apply
The truth divinely given;

On Jesus and his word rely,
And fit thy soul for heaven.

72. S. M.

1 O SPIRIT, freed from earth,
Rejoice, thy work is done!

The weary world's beneath thy feet,
Thou brighter than the sun!