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Thou dost guide the stars of heaven,

Heal the broken heart, Bring in turn the morn and even

Law and Love thou art.

Clouds and darkness are about thee,

Just and sure thy throne,Not a sparrow falls without thee,

All to thee is known.

Origin and end being,

All things in and through, Light thou art of all my seeing,

Power to will and do.

6.

Summer Days.
Tune, "Shining Shore", in 8. 8., 52. (H. T., 852.)
The days are gliding swiftly by,

The days so bright and golden,
In leaf and flower the summer writes

Her poem sweet and olden.
Chorus : The golden days, the long bright

days, The gladdest of the year, The green grass springs, the wilo

bird sings,

The summer time is here !
The earth is warm with life and joy,

The air is full of splendor,
And unto all the south wind brings

Her message sweet and tender.
O Giver of these summer hours !

All nature gives thee praises,
From mountain peak to where the flower

Its lowly bloom upraises.
And at thy feet we too would sing,

With all thy creatures living,
A song of mirth, a song of joy,
A song of glad thanksgiving.

Mặs. E. H. LELAND.

Through my life, whate'er betide me,

Thou my trust shalt be ;
Whom have I on earth beside thee,
Whom in heaven but thee?

F. L. HOSMER.

5. There is a Light.

Tune, There is a Fountain", in G. H., 91.
There is a Light that cannot fade,

A Light forever true;
It knows not time by sun and shade,

But thrills all Nature through.
Chorus: It thrills all Nature through with

love, It thrills all Nature through; It knows not time by sun and

shade,

But thrills all Nature through. Though darkness blind these eyes of

sense, Though grief or doubt appall, My soul hath caught that Light intense,

I trust, and do not fall. Chorus: I trust, and cannot fall from

loveAnd he who guards through childhood's

day, Who watches while we sleep, Will be the Light in death's dark way,

His children there to keep. Chorus: His children there to keep by

love

7. Consider the Lilies.

Tune, Happy Greeting."
Consider the lilies,

How stately they grow!
They toil not, they spin not,

No seed do they sow;
Yet they bloom all the summer,

So shining and tall, -
The Father, who loves them,

Takes thought for them all.
Chorus: The flowers of the field,

The birds of the air,
And the hearts of his children,

All rest in his care.
Consider the ravens, -

Who gives them their food?
Who shelters their nests in

The storm-beaten wood ?
Who guides the young sparrow?

Who watches its fall?
Their Father in Heaven

Takes heed for them all.
Our Father in heaven,

Thy children on earth
Than lilies or ravens

Thou holdest more worth:
Oh, guide us and guard us,

Be near when we call,
Uphold us, enfold us,-
We thank thee for all!

ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON.

Lo! on the storm-cloud's rolling crest,

And violets in the shade, In hearts that break and hearts that rest,

One Light—that cannot fade !

Chorus : One Light that cannot fade for love

J. N. SPRIGG.

8.

A Little Boat.
Tune, "The Great Physician", in G. H., 56.
My life is like a little boat

Upon a mighty river;
It rocks and sways but keeps afloat,

And swift the current ever.
Chorus: Asking not to know the way,

Wishing not to turn or stay, Floating ever night and day,

Onward to the ocean.

Sometimes the skies are soft and fair,

And bright the summer weather, And loving voices fill the air,

As boats glide on together. Sometimes the skies are dark as night,

And not a star shines o'er me; It's often hard to steer aright

When rocks are just before me. And yet I know the Love, that guides

The boats upon the river,
Will keep me safe, whate'er betides,
Forever and forever.

EMMA E. MAREAN.

9.

The Love of God. Tune, "What a Friend we have in Jesus”, in G.H., 29. Like a cradle rocking, rocking,

Now our wants and burdens leaviug

To his care who cares for all,
Cease we fearing, cease we grieving, -

At his touch our burdens fall.
As the darkness deepens o'er us,

Lo! eternal stars arise;
Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious,
Shining in the spirit's skies.

SAMUEL LONGFELLOW. 11. Sweet Hour of Prayer.

Tune of same name, in G. H., 77.
Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of

prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer !
Sweet hour of prayer ! Sweet hour of

prayer !
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

W. W. WALFORD

Silent, peaceful, to and fro,
Like a mother's sweet looks dropping

On the little face below,
Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning,

Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow;
Falls the light of God's face bending

Down and watching us below. And as tender babes that suffer,

Toss and cry, and will not rest, Are the ones the tender mother

Holds the closest, loves the best, So when we are weak and wretched,

By our sins weighed down, distressed, Then it is that God's great patience Holds us closest, loves us best.

SAXE HOLM.

12. What a Friend we Have

Beside Us.
Tune, “What a Friend we have in Jesus," in

G. H., 29.
What a Friend we have beside us,

All our sins and griefs to share !
What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,

Oh, what needless pain we bear,-
All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations?

Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged, -

Take it to thy God in prayer!
Can we find a Friend so faithful,

Who will all our sorrows share?
Yes, he knows our every weakness,-

Take it to thy God in prayer!
Are we weak and heavy laden,

Cumbered with a load of care?
Rest thee, calm thee in the refuge,-

Take it to the Friend in prayer!
Do friends here despise, forsake thee?

Thou wilt find a solace there;
In his arms he safe will shield thee,-.
Take it to thy God in prayer!

Altered.

10.

Twilight.
Tune, “ Vesper Hymn" in H. T., 163; or, Green-

ville", in H. T., 56.
Now on land and sea descending,

Brings the night its peace profound ; Let our vesper hymn be blending

With the holy calm around. Soon as dies the sunset glory,

Stars of heaven shine out above, Telling still the ancient story,

Their Creator's changeless love.

13.

Trust in God.
Tune, "Robin Adair," in F, Sq., 76.
What makes thy heart so sad?

Why thus cast down?
Thy Father loves thee still,

'Tis not his frown.
Fear not a threatening sky,
Fear not the tempest nigh,
Naught harms when he is by,–

Dear child, trust him!
What makes thy happy heart

More warmly glow?
Why does each earthly joy

More sweetness know?
'Tis that the Father's care
Surrounds thee everywhere,
Lifting thy heart in prayer,-

Dear child, trust him!
When, on that lonely store

Of Ocean grand,
Thy weary pilgrim feet

Shall waiting stand,
Thou shalt in peace abide;
One waiteth at thy side,
His are the islands wide,-
Dear child, trust him!

MARY A. BULLOCK.

15. The Old, Old Story.
Tune, "Tell me the Old, Old Story, in G. H., 37.
Tell me the old, old story

Of unseen things above,
Of heavenly grace and glory,

Of heavenly power and love.
Weary and weak, I've wandered

O’er dry and barren sand;
Oh, show me the royal highway

That leads to the better land!
Chorus: Tell me the old, old story

Of heavenly grace and glory;
Tell me the old, old story

Of heavenly power and love.
Show me the living pastures

Where the flocks of God are fed,
Show me the faithful Shepherd

By whom each lamb is led.
Will he forsake the straying,

Or spurn the weak and small?
Oh! sure his fold and heart-room

Are large enough for all.
Chorus: Tell me the old, old story.
Listen, O weary wanderer,

To the still small voice within,
'Twill show the way thou seekest,

And lead thee out of sin.
For he who spake in Jesus

And all the saints of old,
Is the ever-present Shepherd

Who calls thee to his fold.
Chorus: God, within and o'er thee,

The God of grace and glory,
Tells thee his own story
Of heavenly power and love.

CHARLES G. AMES.

14. Onward, Christian Soldiers. Tune of same name, in G.H., 175; or better, that by

Sir Arthur Sullivan.
Onward, Christian soldiers,

Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus

Going on before!
He, our royal brother,

Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle

See his banners go.
Chorus: Onward, Christian soldiers.
Like a mighty army

Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading

Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,

All one body we,
One in hope and duty,

One in charity.
Crowns and thrones may perish,

Kingdoms rise and wane,
Truth and Love and Duty

Star-like will remain,
As the heavens ancient,

As the heavens strong,
God is for us, brothers,
Who can do us wrong?

S. BARING-GOULD (Altered).

16. Let the Lower Lights be Burn

ing. Tune of same name, in G. H., 65. Saints and saviors light the headlands,

Quenchless beacons evermore, But to us He gives the keeping

Of the lights along the shore. Chorus: Let the lower lights be burning !

Send a gleam across the wave! Some poor fainting, struggling

seaman,

You may rescue, you may save. Dark the night of sin has settled,

Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,

For the lights along the shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother :

Some poor sailor, tempest-tost,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.

P. P. Bliss (Altered).

17. I Need Thee Every Hour.

Tune of same name, in G. H., 8.
I need thee every hour,

Most gracious Lord!
No tender voice like thine

Can peace afford.
Chorus: I need thee, oh, I need theel

Every horr I need thee;
O bless me now, my Father!

I come to thee.
I need thee every hour,

Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power

When thou art nigh.
I need thee every hour,

In joy, in pain:
My life must hide in thee,

Or life is vain.
I need thee every hour,

Most Holy One!
That I at last may be
Thy faithful son.

MRS. A. S. HAWKS (Altered).

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose love will search each spot,

O loving God! I come.
Just as I am,—though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,

O loving God! I come.
Just as I am,—thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, heal, relieve,
My shame is all that I can give -
Yet, loving God! I come.

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT (Altered).

20.

Homeward.
Tune, “ Rock of Ag?8", in G. H., 86.
Love for all! and can it be?
Can I hope it is for me?
I, who strayed so long ago,
Strayed so far, and fell so low!

God is Love! I know, I see

There is love for me-even me!
I, the disobedient child,
Wayward, passionate and wild;
I, who left my Father's home
In forbidden ways to roam!

God is Love! I know, I see

There is love for me-even me.
I, who spurned his loving hold;
I, who world not be controlled;
I, who would not hear his call;
I, the willful prodigal!

God is Love! I know, I

There is love for me even mel
To my Father can I go?-
At his feet myself I'll throw!
In his house there yet may be
Place, a servant's place, for me.

God is Love! I know, I see

There is love for me-even me!
See, my Father waiting stands!
See, he reaches out his hands!
God is Love! I know, I see
There is love for me-even me!

God is Love! I know, I see
There is love for me-even me!

SAMUEL LONGFELLOW (Altered).

18. None So Weak and None

So Sinful.
Tune, "The Precious Name, in G. H., 72.
Dearest of all earthly treasures

Is the Father's precious name;
None so weak and none so sinful

But their Father's love may claim. Chorus: Precious name, Oh how sweet,

Lifting all souls nearer heaven! Precious name, Oh how sweet,

Lifting all souls nearer heaven!
As the moon in depths of midnight

Bears the sun's reflected beams,
So the erring soul has moments

When his radiance o'er it streams.
There's no atom, howe'er hidden,

But with life shall sometime thrill;
There's no soul so sin-enshrouded

Love may not its darkness fill.
So inspire us, O our Father,

Till this truth shall touch the heart,
And we, too, stretch arms of patience,
Winning those who walk apart.

ABBIE M. GANNETT.

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19.

Just as I Am.

Tune of same name, in G. H., 54. Just as I am,—without one plea But that thy love is seeking me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee,

O loving God! I come.

21. Love Hath the Victory.

Tune, “Rescue the Perishing, in G. H., 18. Is there a human soul

Lost and despairing ? God is about it, beneath, everywhere; Still in his wise control,

Just and forbearing, Still is th wanderer under his care.

23.

Chorus : Love hath the victory!

Good wins the battle !
Home shall the erring come,

Home unto God !
Striving, one, overthrows

Maddening temptation God's in the fallen soul, moving to save; Through every creature flows

His inspiration; Hear we his voice in the good that we crave. 'Neath stripes and burning stings

New life is stealing, Faith in the Father, and reverence for right; Pain leads to' noble things,

Heaven revealing, Sweet paths of peace, and divine tender light.

MINNIE S. SAVAGE.

Help for the Faithful. Tune, “Rest for the Weary”, in S. S., 74. Oh, the Father's hands are helping

In the work you have to do: Have you never felt them lifting

When the task was hard for you? Chorus : There is help for the faithful,

There is help for the faithful,
There is help for the faithful,

There is help for you.
Though the day be dark with sorrow,

And the way be hard and long, Yet his love shall light the morrow,

And in his strength you are strong. What your hands find good in doing,

Do you, then, with all your might:
Though the work be plain and lowly,

It is blessed in his sight.
Oh, be patient in your striving,

“Learn to labor and to wait";
And the Father's love shall lead you,
When the way is steep and straight.

MRS. E, H. LELAND.

22. Nearer to Thee.

Tune, "Bethany, in F. Sq., 23. (H. T., 621.)
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,-
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

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 !
There let the way appear,

Steps unto heaven;
All that thou sendest me,

In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !
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!
Or if, on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,-
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!

SARAH F. ADAMS.

24. What shall the Harvest Be ?

Tune of same name, in G. H., 79, Sowing the seed by the daylight fair, Sowing the seed by the noonday glare, Sowing the seed by the fading light, Sowing the seed in the solemn night ;

Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Oh, what shall the harvest be? Chorus: Sown in the darkness or sown in

the light,
Sown in our weakness or sown in

our might,
Gathered in time or eternity,

Sure, ah, sure will the harvest be! Sowing the seed by the wayside high, Sowing the seed on the rocks to die, Sowing the seed where the thorns will

spoil, Sowing the seed in the fertile soil ;

Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Oh, what shall the harvest be? Sowing the seed of a lingering pain, Sowing the seed of a maddened brain, Sowing the seed of a tarnished name, Sowing the seed of eternal shame;

Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Oh, what shall the harvest be?
Sowing the seed with an aching heart,
Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start,
Sowing in hope till the reapers come
Gladly to gather the harvest home;

Oh, what shall the harvest be?
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

EMILY S. OAKEY.

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