4-We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within But what must it be to be there! 5-Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe, 288 1 Peter ii. 7. P.M. 1-My Saviour! Thou art precious, more dear than life to me, Ah! whom have I in heaven above, or whom on earth but Thee? And while Thy works reviewing, I wonder and adore, I love Thee for Thy tender love, still more, and more, and more. 2-I see Thy form of beauty reflected in the deep, When sunny beams, like chains of gold, across the billows sweep; And when I cannot number, like waves, Thy mercies o'er, I love Thee for Thy tender love, still more, and more, and more. 3-To earth Thou art returning, and this fair world shall be A holy temple, Lord, at last, whence praise shall rise to Thee; Then all Thy rule obeying, shall all Thy grace adore, And love Thee for Thy tender love, still more, and more, and more. 4-'Tis sweet, tho' oft in sorrow, to call my Lord my own, And bend in heartfelt silent praise before But soon, each cloud of sadness, each fear, The endless sunshine of Thy love shall bless. me more and more. 5-To fairer, purer regions, my soul shall soar away, And e'er behold Thee as Thou art, in all Thy bright array; Yet while, in wonder gazing, Thy glories I explore, Thy love shall claim my ceaseless song, still more, and more, and more. 6-To faith Thou art revealing Thyself, while absent, Lord, By Thine indwelling Spirit's power, and by But soon the breaking morning her streams And faith and hope shall yield the palm to love for evermore. 289 C. A. H. Eccles. xi. 4. P.M. х 1-Sow ye beside all waters, Where the dew of heaven may fall; Ye shall reap if ye be not weary, For the Spirit breathes o'er all. Sow, though the thorn may wound thee, One wore the thorn for thee; And though the cold world scorn thee, Patient and hopeful be. 2-Sow ye beside all waters, With a blessing and a prayer; Name Him whose hands uphold thee, And sow ye everywhere. Sow where the sunlight sheddeth For the rain of heaven descendeth When the sunbeams pass away. 3-Sow when the tempest lowers, And when the evening falleth 4-Sow, though the rock repel thee, 5-Work while the daylight lasteth, 6—Have faith, though ne'er beholding 2 The ripen'd grain will find ; That the Lord of the harvest coming, 290 Luke xxiv. 29. P.M. 1-Abide with me! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness thickens; Lord with me abide ; 2-Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; f Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; 3-Come not in terrors as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for ev'ry plea, |