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God in Every Thing.
TUNE-"Rockingham." "All Saints."
1 THERE's nothing bright above, below,
Some feature, glorious God, of Thee.
2 There's nothing dark, below, above,
1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
3 O, guide me through the various maze
*This hymn was composed about a month before the author's death in 1773, and dictated to Mrs. Hawkesworth, before he rose in the morning.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
5 That deeper shade shall break away,
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1 My country! 'tis of thee,
Land where my fathers died,
2 My native country! thee,
I love thy rocks and rills,
3 Let-music swell the breeze,
Let mortal tongues awake,
4 Our fathers' God! to Thee,
Long may our land be bright,
S. F. SMITH.
The Spirits of Bliss.
TUNE-"How cheering the thought."
1 How cheering the thought, that the spirits of bliss
2 They come on the wings of the morning, they come,
The Land of the Blest.
AIR-"The last link is broken."
1 THE sunset is calm on the face of the deep,
And bright is the last look of day in the west; And broadly the beams of its parting glance sweep, Like the path that conducts to the Land of the Blest.
All golden and green is the sea, as it flows
And crimson and blue is the sky as it glows,
2 The last line of light is now crossing the sea,
Like a bird on that pathway of brightness to fly Far, far o'er the wave is a green sunny isle,
Where the last cloud of evening now shines the west;
'Tis the island that spring ever woos with her smile O! seek it, the bright, happy Land of the Blest.
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A Funeral Hymn.*
TUNE-" Mount Vernon."
1 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely,
2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us,
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
*Originally written on the occasion of the death of Miss M. J. a member of the Mount Vernon School, Boston, July 13, 1833. music is by Lowell Mason.
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
S. F. SMITH.
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AIR-" Near the Lake."
1 LIKE a dream when one awaketh,
Earthly joy the heart forsaketh,
But when flesh and spirit faileth,
And when grief the heart assaileth,
2 Dearest hopes and joys may perish,
All the love the heart can cherish,
When the storm is gathering o'er thee,
Heaven can every joy restore thee,
3 Mid thy gloom and desolation,
For thy peace and consolation,
There thy joys shall last forever,
Clouds shall dim, O never, never,
That world of light.
MRS. M. S. B. DANA.*
*Of Charleston, S. C., authoress of the "Northern and the Southern Harp," and other lyrical publications.