3 He knows to bend the heart of steel,
He bows the loftiest soul;
O'er all we think and all we feel,
How matchless his control!
4 And, O, how precious is his love,
Intender mercy given ;
It whispers of the blest above,
And stays the soul on heaven.
5 From, mind to mind, in streams of joy,
The holy influence spreads;
'T is peace, 't is praise without alloy,
For God that influence sheds.
6 To thee, O God, we still will pray,
And praise thee as before;
For this thy glorious gospel-day,
Teach us to praise thee more.
1 WHEN on her Maker's bosom
The new-born earth was laid,
And nature's opening blossom
Its fairest bloom displayed;
When all with fruits and flowers
The laughing soil was dressed,
And Eden's fragrant bowers
Received their human guest,
2 No sin his face defiling,
The heir of nature stood,
And God, benignly smiling,
Beheld that all was good.
Yet in that hour of blessing
A single want was known,
A wish the heart distressing,
For Adam was alone.
3 O God of pure affection,
By men and saints adored,
O, give us thy protection
Around this nuptial board;
May thy rich bounties ever
To wedded love be shown,
And no rude hand dissever
Whom thou hast linked in one.
1 NOT for the summer's hour alone,
When skies resplendent shine,
And youth and pleasure fill the throne,
Our hearts and hands we join;
2 But for those stern and wintry days
Of sorrow, pain, and fear,
When Heaven's wise discipline doth make
Our earthly journey drear ;-
3 Not for this span of life alone,
Which like a blast doth fly,
And as the transient flowers of grass
Just blossom, droop, and die ;-
4 But for a being without end
This vow of love we take;
Grant us, O God, one home at last,
For thy great mercy's sake.
1 SWIFT as the wingéd arrow flies,
My time is hastening on ;
Quick as the lightning from the skies,
My wasting moments run.
2 O, let thy spirit lead me still,
Along the happy road;
Conform me to thy holy will,
My Father and my God.
3 Another year of life is past;
My heart to thee incline,
That if this year should be my last,
It may be wholly thine.
1 GOD of our fathers, 't is thy hand
Hath turned the tide of death away,
That rolled in madness o'er the land,
And filled thy people with dismay.
2 Thy voice awaked us from our dream ;
Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel;
'T was thy own light whose radiant beam
Came down our duty to reveal.
3 Almighty Parent, still in thee
Our spirits trust for strength divine ;
Gird us with heaven's own energy,
And o'er our paths let wisdom shine.
4 The work of man's destruction stay;
The tide of fire still backward press;
Drive each delusive mist away,
And every humble effort bless.
6 & 4s. M.
Temperance Hymn.
1 LET the still air rejoice,
Be every youthful voice
Blended in one :
While we renew our strain
To Him, with joy, again,
Who sends the evening rain,
And morning sun.
2 His hand in beauty gives
Each flower and plant that lives,
Each sunny rill;
Springs! which our footsteps meet, —
Fountains! our lips to greet, —
Waters! whose taste is sweet,
On rock and hill.
3 Each summer bird that sings
Drinks from dear Nature's springs
Her early dew;
And the refreshing shower
Falls on each herb and flower,
Giving it life and power,
Fragrant and new.
So let each faithful child
Drink of this fountain mild,
From early youth ;
Then shall the song we raise
Be heard in future days, —
Ours be the pleasant ways
Of peace and truth.
Now let each heart and hand,
Of all this youthful band,
United, move!
Till on the mountain's brow,
And in the vale below,
Our land may ever glow
With peace and love.
1 PRAISE for the glorious light
Which crowns this joyous day;
Whose beams dispel the shades of night,
And wake our grateful lay!
2 Praise for the mighty band,
Redeemed from error's chain,
Whose echoing voices, through our land,
Join our triumphant strain!
3 Ours is no conquest gained
Upon the tented field;
Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained
The victor's helm and shield.
4 But the strong might of love,
And truth's all-pleading voice,
As angels bending from above,
Have made our hearts rejoice.
5 Lord! upward to thy throne
Th' imploring voice we raise;
The might, the strength, are thine alone!
Thine be our loftiest praise.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finished!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
O, what pleasure
Do these sacred words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord!
"It is finished!"
Saints, the dying words record'
3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs !
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
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