God of mercy, God of love,

Hear our sad, repentant songs
Oh! restore thy suppliant ones,
Thou to whom all grace belongs.

113 THE MEMORIAL OF THE DEAD.

I.

O what is man, Omnipotent!
That Thou rememberest him?
What is the mortal son of dust,
That thou observest him?
For sure he is as naught,
A shadow fleeting is his time;

At noon he shines, a verdant plant,

The evening finds him withered, pale.

Thus all men to their graves Thou leadest,
And call'st on them: O turn ye sons of men!
O that they learned of wisdom,

Wisely of their end to think;
Riches go not with you hence,
Earthly honors stay behind.
Practise virtue, walk upright,

For glorious is the meed of pious men ;
And God redeemeth His servants' soul,

Condemneth not, who in Him trusts.

114 SOUL, WHY ART THOU TROUBLED

SO?

II.

Soul, why art thou troubled so?
Why art thou so sore afraid ?
Feel'st thou not the Father nigh,
Him whose heart contains us all ?
Lives no God for thee on high,
Loving while His judgments fall?
Look above!

God is love;

Soul, why art thou troubled so?
Heart and eye,

Lift on high,

Every tear on earth that flows,

God, the world's great ruler knows.

Soul, why art thou troubled so?
Why art thou so sore afraid?
Art thou then of all forsaken,
Standest thou on earth alone?
All thou loved'st from thee taken,
Nothing thou canst call thine own?
God 's with thee

Eternally;

Soul, my soul, shake off thy dread;

115

Firmly trust

God, the just;

Never shall His word betray,

Never shall His love decay.

Soul, why art thou troubled so?
Why art thou so sore afraid?
From thy heart has fatal death

Torn the loved ones thou wouldst save!
Sawest thou them, with anguished breath,
Sink into the gloomy grave?

Death's last blow,

Endeth woe;

Soul, have comfort in the Lord!
Tears take flight,

For in light

Walk the host that God adore,
Blessed, blessed evermore.

IN PEACE WITH ALL.

In peace with all the world we live,
Nor let our angry passion burn,
But when we suffer we 'll forgive,
And good for evil we 'll return.

And we 'll forgive and we 'll forget,
And conquer every sullen word,
Unkindness shall with love be met,
And evil overcome with good.

It is not pride, it is not strife,

No bitter thoughts, nor angry deeds, Which gild with joy the days of life; Resentment still to sorrow leads.

When love shall triumph, love alone
Within our hearts shall ever reign ;
Our foes subdued, its power shall own,
And once loved friends be friends again.

Lord of harvest! Thee we hail ;
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round,
With goodness all their years are crowned;
Our thanks we pay

This holy day;

O let our hearts in tune be found!

When spring doth wake the song of mirth,
When summer warms the fruitful earth,
When winter sweeps the naked plain,

Still do we sing

To Thee, our King,

Through all their changes Thou dost reign.

UNIV. OF

HYMNS AND ANTHEMS.

But chiefly when Thy liberal hand
Scatters new plenty o'er the land,
When sounds of music fill the air

As homewards all their treasures bear,
We too, will raise

Our hymn of praise,

For we Thy common bounties share.

ΤΟΙ

117

THANKSGIVING HYMN.

We thank Thee, Lord,

For all the garnered riches we have stored,
The ripened fruits that generous autumn yields
From sunny fields.

In many hues,

Sustained upon earth's bosom, fed by dews,
And ripened in the sunlight, waves the grain
O'er hill and plain.

And patient toil,

Which sowed the seed upon the fertile soil,
And watched and tended through the summer days,
Thy name doth praise.

Thy gifts sustain

The body's needs, but poverty and pain
Oft minister to higher wants than those,
The spirit knows.