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To the One God.

BOWRING.

1 ANCIENT of Ages! humbly bent before thee,
Songs of glad homage, Lord! to thee we bring:
Touched by thy spirit, O teach us to adore thee,
Sole God and Father, everlasting King;
Let thy light attend us,

Let thy grace befriend us!

Eternal, unrivalled, all-directing King!

2 Send forth thy mandate, gather in the nations, Through the wide universe thy name be known; Millions of voices shall join in adorations — Join to adore thee, Undivided One!

2 Though like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be,
Nearer, my God, to thee -
Nearer to thee!

3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;

All that thou send'st me,
In mercy given:

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts,

Bright with thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs,

Bethel I'll raise:

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upwards I fly:

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

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ANONYMOUS.

Ordaining a Western Missionary.

1 WHERE, for a thousand miles,

The sweet Ohio smiles,

On bed of sand;

Where prairies blossom broad,
Fair gardens sown by God,
And lakes their ocean-flood,
Pour from his hand;

2 Where sleep, in rest profound,
Beneath each ancient mound,
A buried race;

There, brother, go and teach;
From heart to heart shall reach,
Thy free and earnest speech,
Of heavenly grace.

3 Where the tall forest waves,
Above those mouldering graves,
God's Truth declare;
While his "first Temples" spread
Their arches o'er thy head,
Lift, o'er the slumbering dead,

The voice of prayer.

4 While rolls the living tide,
Down Alleghany's side,
Its ceaseless flood;

Upon the mountains, there,

How beautiful appear,

The feet of those who bear,

Tidings of good.

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5 0 thou, whose suns and rains,
Upon those mighty plains,
Fall evermore;

Send down the dews of peace,
The sun of righteousness,
And let thy light increase

From shore to shore.

P. M.

FROM FENELON.

Would be Thine.

1 LIVING or dying, Lord, I would be thine!

O, what is life?

A toil, a strife,

Were it not lighted by thy love divine.

I ask not wealth,

I crave not health

Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine!

2 O what is death,

When the poor breath

In parting can the soul to thee resign;
While patient love

Her trust doth prove

Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine!

3 Throughout my days,

Be constant praise

Uplift to thee from out this heart of mine:
So shall I be

Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine!

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The Noble Dead.

1 CALL them from the dead

For our eyes to see;

Prophet-bards, whose awful word

W. J. Fox.

Shook the earth, "Thus saith the Lord,"

And made the idols flee

A glorious company!

2 Call them from the dead
For our eyes to see:

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Sons of wisdom, song, and power,
Giving earth her richest dower,
And making nations free-
A glorious company!

3 Call them from the dead

For our eyes to see:

Forms of beauty, love, and grace,
"Sunshine in the shady place,"

That made it life to be-
A blessed company!

4 Call them from the dead

Vain the call will be;

But the hand of Death shall lay,

Like that of Christ, its healing clay

On eyes which then shall see

That glorious company!