2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Savior hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Savior hath died. 249. C. P. M. EPISCOPAL COL. On Western Missions. 1 WHEN, Lord, to this our western land, Our wandering fathers came, Their ancient homes, their friends in youth, To keep them in thy name. 2 Then, through our solitary coast, Our shores, as culture made them fair, 3 And, O, may we repay this debt Within our spreading land! There, brethren from our common home, 4 Savior, we own this debt of love; O, shed thy Spirit from above, To move each Christian breast, Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim, And temples rise, to fix thy name, Through all our desert west! 250. 7 & 6s M. BP. HEBER. Missionary Hymn. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted The joyful sound proclaim, 1 Purposes on beginning a New Year. How swift they glide away! When past but as a day! - 2 A dark and cloudy day, 3 Lord, through another year 252. 7s M. J. NEWTON. Swiftness of Time. New Year. 1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, They have done with all below; But how little, none can know. 2 As the wingéd arrow flies, 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Teach us henceforth how to live, Bless thy word to young and old; 253. L. M. DODDRIDGE. For the Beginning or End of the Year. 1 My Helper, God! I bless his name: The same his power, his grace the same: The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, 254. L. M. 61. KIPPIS. Thanksgiving for national Prosperity. 1 How rich thy gifts, almighty King! 2 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, 255. 6 & 4s M. MONTGOMERY. Praise to the God of Harvest. 1 THE God of harvest praise; 2 Yea, bless his holy name, 3 The God of harvest praise; Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord; From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, 285 |