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4. Rise, my soul. Amsterdam, 52. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things
Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above. Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
Naomi, 28. 6. For a holy mind.
Marlow, 27. FATHER in heaven! to whom my heart
Would lift itself in prayer, Drive from my soul each earthly thought,
And show thy presence there. Each moment of my life renews
The mercies of the Lord;
To bear me on to God.
This world has round me thrown:
Each darling sin disown.
A never-dying flame
In thine almighty name.
W. H. FURNESS.
Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
G. TERSTEEGEN.-Tr. J. WESLEY.
Holy Spirit, Love divine!
Liberty. Boylston, 32. O, COME and dwell in me,
Strength of our good intents,
Come, in this hour!
Quickener and Rest!
Bring in the day:
Tr. from King Robert of France.
Spirit of Power within!
From sorrow, fear and sin.
Spirit of Health, remove!
O, write it in my heart !
Thy spotless sanctity;
My happy soul to thee.
11. Morning within. Italian, 57.
FATHER of world and soul,
Boundless in grace!
Unveil thy face!
Life, light and bloom!
Our souls illume!
C. T. BROOKS.
10. Strength, love, light. Italian, 57.
O Thou almighty Will!
Thou come with power:
Calling. Nicæa, 67. FATHER, thou art calling, calling to us
plainly; To the spirit comes thy loving message
W. C. GANYETT.
Holy One, uplift us, nor forever vainly
Thy heaven is mine,-my very soul! Stand calling us and waiting at the door.
Thy words are sweet and strong;
They fill my inward silences In the whirling tempest and the storm With music and with song. thou livest,
They send me challenges to right, In the rain, and in the sweetness of the
and loud rebuke my ill; after-glow;
They ring my bells of victory; Summer's golden bounty, winter's snow,
They breathe my “Peace, be still!” thou givest,
They ever seem to say: “My child, And blooming meadows where sweet
Why seek me so all day? waters flow.
Now journey inward to thyself, Clearer still and dearer is thy voice ap
And listen by the way!” pealing, Deep within the spirit's secret being 14. Indwelling. Autumn, 43.
speaking low: Enter, O our Father! truth and life re Love divine, all love excelling, vealing;
Joy of heaven, to earth come down! From every evil free us as we go.
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown. In thee living, moving, unto thee uprear Father, thou art all compassion, ing
Pure, unbounded love thou art; All the hope and joyfulness and trust that Visit us with thy salvation, fill the soul,
Enter every longing heart! Father, we adore thee, asking naught nor
Breathe, O breathe, thy loving spirit fearing; We cannot wander from thy dear con
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit, trol.
Let us find thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver, 13. Listening.
Let us all thy life receive;
Graciously come down, and never, I hear it often in the dark,
Never more thy temples leave!
Nuremburg, 39. It seems but echo to my thought, And yet beyond the stars!
SWEETEST Joy the soul can know, It seems a heart-beat in a hush,
Fairest Light was ever shed, And yet the planet jars!
Who alike in joy and woe,
Leavest none unvisited!
Spirit of the Highest God,
Who upholdest everything,
Thou from whom my life has flowed,
J. V. BLAKE.
Old 132, 29.
O LIFE that makest all things new,
For the noblest guest thou art
TR. from P. GERHARDT. 16.
Salutation. Greenville, 46. PEACE be to this congregation !
Peace to every heart herein! Peace, the earnest of salvation,
Peace, the fruit of conquered sin; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver,
Peace, to worldly minds unknown, Peace, that floweth, as a river,
From the eternal Source alone. O thou God of Peace! be near us,
Fix within our hearts thy home; With thy bright appearing cheer us,
In thy blessed freedom come; Come, with all thy revelations,
Truth which we so long have sought! Come, with thy deep consolations, Peace of God which passeth thought!
C. Wesley. 17. For joy and peace. Autumn, 43. Holy Spirit, Source of Gladness!
Come with all thy radiance bright; O'er our weariness and sadness
Breathe thy life, and shed thy light: Send us thine illumination;
Banish all our soul's annoy; Rest
upon this congregation, Spirit of unfailing Joy! Let the Peace, which knows no measure,
Now in quickening showers descend, Bringing us the richest treasure
Man can wish or God can send : Hear our earnest supplication;
Every struggling heart release; Rest upon this congregation, Spirit of untroubled Peace!
Tr. from P. Gerhardt.
ETERNAL Ruler of the ceaseless round
thee. We would be one in hatred of all wrong, One in our love of all things sweet and fair, One with the joy that breaketh into song, One with the grief that trembles into
prayer; One in the power that makes thy children
free To follow Truth, and so be one with thee!
J. W. CHADWICK.
Hebron, 13. 20. For truth and love.
Mann, 14. O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. That Truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received, Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. That Love its holy influence pour, To keep us meek, and make us free, And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee. Send down its angel to our side; Send in its calm upon the breast: For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest.
N. L. FROTHING HAM.
Federal St., 10. 21. A day of rest.
Emily Taylor. 22. The temple. Autumn, 43 God is in his holy temple:
Earthly thoughts be silent now,
And before his presence bow.
He is with us now and ever,
When we call upon his name, Aiding every good endeavor,
Guiding every upward aim.
In the pure and holy mind;
In the soul from sense refined:
Banished far and silent be, And our souls in pure devotion,
Lord, be temples worthy thee.
23. The pure in heart. Boylston, 32.
BLEST are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
Their soul is his abode.
He doth himself impart,
Chooseth the pure in heart.
24. The still, small voice. Amsterdam, 52. OPEN, Lord, my inward ear,
And bid my heart rejoice;
The comfort of thy voice:
The whisper, of thy grace.
And hurry, I withdraw;
I wait with humble awe: