22

23

"When the day with rosy light."

TUNE-See" Song Book of the S. Room," p. 118.

1 When the day with rosy light,

In the morning glad appears,

And the dusky shades of night,

Melt away in dewy tears,

Up the sunny hills I

roam,

Bid good-morrow to the flowers,

Waken in their highland home,

The minstrels of the bowers.

2 O! 'tis sweet at early day,

Then to climb the mountain's side,

Where the merry songsters' lay,

Sweetly echoes far and wide:

Noon may have its sunny glare,

Eve, its twilight and its dew,

Night, its soft and cooling air;

But give me morning blue.

Kindness.*

TUNE-"Balerma."

1 Speak kindly to thy fellow-man,

Lest he should die, while yet

Thy bitter accents wring his heart,
And make his pale cheek wet.

2 Speak to him tenderly; for he

Hath many toils to bear;

And he is weak and often sighs
As thou dost, under care.

3 Speak to him lovingly; he is

A brother of thine own;

* "In her tongue is the law of kindness." Prov. xxi. 26.

143

4 Speak to him faithfully; thy word
May touch him deep within;
And save his erring soul from death,
And cover o'er his sin.

He well may claim thy sympathies,
Who's bone of thine own bone.

144

[L. M.]

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,

Through every land, by every tongue.

Doxology.

[L. M.]

2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truths attend Thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise, and set no more.

4

TUNE-" Old Hundred."

ANON.

Worship.

TUNE-" Old Hundred."

BE Thou, O God, exalted high,
And as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till Thou art here as there obeyed.

INDEX TO SACRED SONGS.

ALL hail! the great Immanuel's name,
Along the banks where Babel's current
Arrayed in clouds of golden light,
Awake, my soul, and with the Sun,
As every day Thy mercy spares,
Begin, my soul, the exalted lay,
Bright was the guiding star that
Blest are the pure in heart,
Behold the western evening light,
Brightest and best of the sons of the
By cool Siloam's shady rill,
Before the rosy dawn of day,
Be Thou, O God! by night, by day,
Beneath our feet and o'er our head,"
But for the golden light and rainbow hue,
Be Thou, O God, exlated high,

Clime, beneath whose genial sun,
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you
Come to the sunset tree,
Child, amidst the flowers at play,
Ere falls the stealing step of dawn,
Father of mercies, when the day is
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss,
Father! Thy paternal care
Far from these scenes of night,
Far from mortal cares retreating,
Far, far, o'er hill and dell,
From Greenland's icy mountains
Faintly, as tolls the evening chime,
Forgive thy foes,

From all that dwell below the skies,
Gently glides the stream of life,
Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us,
Glad hearts to Thee we bring,
God that madest earth and heaven,
God moves in a mysterious way,
God bless our native land,
Go, when the morning shineth,
God of the morning,

Great God, we sing,

No.

123

Barlow.

7

Moore. 44
Kenn.

62

86

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Hark! what mean those holy voices,

Ch. Psalmist.

Ogilvie.

Sp. of the Psalms.

Peabody.
Heber.

Heber.

Anon.

Heber.

Anon.

Hemans.

66

7

65

77

17

18

33

37

89

Heber.
Moore.

H. Knowles,

Watts.

101

129

144

132

20

79

93

96

99

34

Steele.
Bowring.
Steele. 103

1

J. Taylor.

23

54

76

118

63

143

22

72

142

88

Heber.
Cowper. 107

52

41

130

Rippon's Col. 135

Scott. 46
Cawood. 95

124

INDEX TO SACRED SONGS.

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing,
Heavenly Father, grant Thy blessing,
How blest the sacred tie that binds,
How sweet to be allowed to pray,
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
How vain is all beneath the skies!
How cheering the thought,
How fine has the day been, how bright
How precious is the book,

In sleep's serene oblivion laid,
If solid happiness we prize,
I would not live alway,
I love to steal awhile away,
I sing the mighty power of God,
Jesus, lover of my soul,

Lauded be Thy name for ever,
Like a dream when one awaketh,
Lo! the heavens are breaking,
Lo! the blithesome lark is soaring,
Lord, lead my heart to learn,
Love God with all your soul,
Let us love one another,
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Let us with a joyful mind,

My country, 'tis of thee,
My soul were dark,

Barbauld.
Mrs. Follen.
Swain.

Ch. Psalmody.
Cunningham.
Watts.

Hawkesworth.
Cotton.

Muhlenburg.
Mrs, Brown.
Watts.

Now condescend,

Now the shades of night are gone,
.O, happy is the man who hears,
O, joy to thee, joy to thee, daughter,
O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds,
O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night,

O, blest art thou, whose steps may rove,
Once more to Thee, O God of love,
Our Father in heaven,

O, Thou, whose mercy guides my way,

Moore. 119
145

50

61

74

83

28

12

127

Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
Soft, soft music is stealing,
Softly now the light of day,
See how, beneath the moon-beam's smile,
So fades the lovely, blooming flower,

26

42

55

59

136

Cowper. 97

113

31

15

67

Sigourney. 87

134

90

Mrs. Dana.
Anon.

140

Milton. 91

S. F. Smith.

Praise the Lord, ye heavens,
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan,
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Reflected on the lake I love,

27
Croswell. 120

Mrs. Dana.
Johnson.

Bayley.

S. J. Hale,
Edmeston.

Dublin Col.

Heber.

S. F. Smith.

Mrs. Dana.

Epis. Col.

Moore.

Steele.

131

146

133

38

56

82

10

115

116

139

5

121

142

141

30

35

36

47

49

INDEX TO SACRED SONGS.

Sleep forsakes us, may the soul,
Soon may the last glad song arise,
See the gleams of daylight swim,
Safely through another week,
Sweet is the scene, when
Sweet is the last, the parting ray,
Sweet day so cool, so calm, so bright,
See the leaves around us falling,
Suppliant, lo, thy children bend,
Shepherd of thy little flock,

There is a calm,

There is a pure, a peaceful wave,
The bird let loose in eastern skies,
There's nothing bright above, below,
The sunset is calm on the face of the deep,
Time is winging us away,
There is an hour of hallowed peace,
Traveller, dost thou hear the tidings,
The humblest flower that decks the vale,
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall
The gifts indulgent heaven bestows,
There seems a voice in every gale,
The pity of the Lord,
The mellow eve is gliding,
There is a mild and tranquil light,
Thy will be done,

The day is past and gone,
The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale,
The spacious firmament on high,
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
Time speeds away-away-away,
Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver
The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding,
There is an hour of peaceful rest,
The scene was more beautiful
There is a place of waveless rest,
The sky-lark, when the dews of morn,
Tell me, wanderer, wildly roving,
The gloom of the night adds a charm,
The winter is over and gone,
There is a happy land,

To thee, O God, in grateful praise,
Vale of the Cross, the Shepherds tell,

Watchman, tell us of the night,
When twilight's gray and pensive hour,
When through the torn sail,

125

124

Anon. 19
Moore. 21
Moore. 25
29

Burton. 43
Tappan. 45
Woodhull.

57

60

8

A. Opie.
Watts.

Flushing Institute.

9

11

64

66

68

128

126

70

Addison. 94

Cowper. 98
Addison.

102

Knox. 105

71

73

78

Smith.

W. B. Tappan.

85

Moore.
Turnbull. 106
Hemans. 108

109

Ford. 110
Hawes. 111
Anon. 129

Nason. 138

Roscoe. 58

Bowring. 14
Hemans. 16
Heber. 121