607

BROOKFIELD L. M. (or to hymn 608)

T. B. Southgate

Nor from those bless-èd footsteps swerve, Which lead me to His seat a-bove? A

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610 PAX TECUM

4 4 %

4 4

IOS, 21.

G. T. Caldbeck

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed:
To do the will of Jesus, - this is rest.

3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round:
On Jesus' bosom nought but calm is found.

4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away:
In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.

5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown:
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours:
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

7 It is enough; earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to Heaven's perfect peace.

264

Great God, to Thee my even - ing song, With hum ble gra titude, I raise;

He Him-self has bid thee pray, There-fore will not say thee nay.

614 ROSLYN P.M.

Charles H. Morse

2

o'er! Nor frost nor heat may blight Thy vernal, fer

Copyright, 1893, by Charles H. Morse

tile shore,

2 There, without crook or sling,

Walks the Good Shepherd; blossoms white and red
Round His meek temples cling;

And, to sweet pastures led,

The flock He loves beneath His eye is fed.