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For the thrill, the leap, the gladness
Of our pulses flowing iree; E'en for every touch of sadness
That may bring us nearer thee.
As to thee and not to men;
T. W. Fex-Blake.
Old 132, 29. 179.
All in all.
Dundee, 22. O Thou who art of all that is
Beginning both and end,
Since all to thee must tend:
Beyond all fathom-line;
Our strength, to trust in thine.
And for the earth beneath;
And wither not with death;
O heavenly Light within,
The darkness of our sin.
Our comfort when distressed;
And thou by night our rest!
And Time's last hour is come,
181. Giving thanks. Stephanos, 72.
(Repeat first two lines.) My God, I thank thee, who hast made
The earth so bright;
Beauty and light;
Noble and right!
Joy to abound;
Circling us round,
Some love is found.
Is touched with pain;
That thorns remain;
And not our chain.
Our weak heart clings,
Yet all with wings,
The best in store;
To long for more, -
Not known before.
F. L. HOSMER.
Stockwell, 49. 180.
Benneson, 44. Lord, we thank thee for the pleasure
That our happy life-time gives, The inestimable treasure
Of a soul that ever lives ;Mind that looks before and after,
Yearning for its home above; Human tears, and human laughter,
And the depth of human love:
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER.
Yet what to plead for know I not;
And aye to thanks returns my thought. If I would pray, I've naught to say
But this, that God may be God still; For him to live is still to give,
And sweeter than my wish his will. O wealth of life beyond all bound!
Eternity each moment given! What plummet may the Present sound?
Who promises a future heaven? Or glad, or grieved, oppressed, relieved,
In blackest night, or brightest day, Still pours the flood of golden good,
And more than heartfull fills me aye. "All mine is thine," the sky-soul saith;
“The wealth I am, must thou become; Richer and richer, breath by breath,
Immortal gain, immortal room!” And since all his mine also is,
Life's gift outruns my fancies far, And drowns the dream in larger stream,
As morning drinks the morning-star.
185. Deep on deep. Arlington, 19.
St. Agnes, 31. O God! thy power is wonderful,
Thy glory passing bright;
A rapture to the sight.
Creation can behold;
The guilty to be bold.
Thy mercy may command;
Immutable and grand.
F. W, FABER.
St. Agnes, 31. 186. In thy care.
Balerma, 21. My heart is resting, O my God!
I will give thanks and sing:
Of every precious thing.
And here all day they rise:
And close at hand it lies.
ANNA L, WARING.
Mine be the reverent listening love
That waits all day on thee; The service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see;
No other eye may kņow,
And loves to have it so.
My heart is in thy care:
Resounding everywhere! 187.
The heritage. St. Agnes, 31. I HAVE a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see:
Is keeping it for me.
That sets my heart at rest;
That to be thus is best.
To long loved music set,
I have not tasted yet!
For want and weakness known,
For what is most mine own.
My heart is in thy care:
Anna L. Waring 188.
Surprise. Palestine, 68. A LIVING, loving, lasting word, My listening ear believing heard,
While bending down in prayer; Like a sweet breeze that none can stay, It passed my soul upon its way,
And left a blessing there.
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Then joyful thoughts, that come and go By paths the holy angels know,
Encamped around my soul:
And through the desert stole.
My heart within was strong!
Anna L. Waring. 189. Hidden in light. Palestine, 68. Look up, look up, my soul, still higher! On to the heavenly goal aspire,
On God's love ever lean: Burst this dull earth's control, and wing Thy way where no clouds roll, and sing
In deeps of God unseen. What though thy way be dark, and earth With ceaseless care do cark, till mirth
To thee no sweet strain sings? Still hide thy life above, and still Believe that God is love; fulfil Whatever lot he brings.
A. E. Evans.
Salvation. Greenville, 46. Know, my soul, thy full salvation!
Rise o’er sin and fear and care; Joy to find in every station
Something still to do and bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father's smiles are thine, Think what he hath done to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed with faith and winged with
prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there:
Faithful in thy earthly mission,
Faithful through thy pilgrim-days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
H. F. Lyte.
191. The happy pilgrim, Hummel, 23. Faint not along thine earthly road,
Thou pilgrim soul of mine;
Still sing thy song divine!
Its glory oft unroll?
Sing unto God, my soul!
Dim shineth thy far goal?
Pursue thy song, my soul!
Through thy stirred deeps doth roll, When glows with faith that heart of
thine, Sing forth thy song, O soul!
T. H. Gill.
193. O’er seas of God. Mann, 14.
Hebron, 13. The winds that o'er my ocean run Reach through all worlds beyond the sun; Through life and death, through fate,
through time, Grand breaths of God they sweep sublime. A thread of Law runs through my prayer Stronger than iron cables are; And love and longing towards her goal Are pilots sweet to guide the soul. O thou God's mariner, heart of mine! Spread canvas to the airs divine! Spread sail! and let thy Fortune be Forgotten in thy Destiny. The wind ahead? The wind is free! Forevermore it favoreth me: To shores of God still blowing fair, O’er seas of God my bark doth bear. For Life must live, and Soul must sail, And Unseen over Seen prevail; And all God's argosies come to shore, Let ocean smile, or rage, or roar.
D. A. WASSON.
192, A travelling song. Arlington, 19. I TRAVEL all the irksome night
By ways to me unknown;
Onward,—but not alone.
To his divine abode,
Through all the heavenly road.
He renders smooth and straight: Through all the paths I'll sing his name,
Even unto heaven's gate.
194. The will of God. St. Agnes, 31. I WORSHIP thee, dear Will of God!
And all thy ways adore; And every day I live I seem
To love thee more and more. When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison-walls to be,
And leave the rest to thee.
For all my cares are thine;
Hast made thy triumphs mine.
My heart is ever gay;
Thou always hast thy way.
I break my pilgrim staff,- I lay
Aside the toiling oar;
I welcome at my door.
Seem blending in a psalm,
Slow rounding into calm. And so the shadows fall apart,
And so the west winds play; And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.
J. G. WHITTIER.
I sing the whole day long;
Doth listen to my song.
A heart to love and bless;
Thou wouldst not hear the less.
Abroad I cannot fly;
My heart's at liberty.
These bolts and bars above,
Whose providence I love;
My willfulness control,
Dundee, 22. 196. My psalm.
Logan, 25. No longer förward or behind
I look in hope or fear,
God's blessing now and here.
To harvest weed and tare;
Rebukes my painful care.
197. Blessedness. Germany, 11. THERE is a something sweet and pure, Through life, through death it may en
dure; With steady foot I onward press, And long to win that Blessedness. It hath no shadow, this soft light, But makes each daily duty bright; It bids each heart-born tumult cease, And sobers joy to quiet peace. An all-abiding sense of Love, In silence falling from above; A conscience clear from willful sin, That hath no subterfuge within: Fixed duty claiming every power, And human love to charm each hour,These, these, my soul, make Blessedness: I ask no more, I seek no less. And yet I know these are too much; My very being's life they touch: Without them all, 0, let me still Find Blessedness in God's dear will.
MRS. L. J. VALL.