Meekness.
TUNE-" Ashwell."
1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting,
No storms his peaceful tent invade,
He rests beneath Jehovah's wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3 Spirit of grace, all meek, all mild,
Inspire our hearts, our souls possess;
Repel each passion, rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.
Vide Nason's "Vocal Class Book," p. 78.
1 SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile,
Yon little billow heaves its breast,
And foams and sparkles for awhile;
And, murmuring, then subsides to rest.
2 Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,
Rises on Time's eventful sea;
And having swelled a moment there,
Thus melts into eternity.
Missionary Hymn.
TUNE-" Missionary Chant."*
1 YE Christian heralds, go proclaim
Salvation in Immanuel's name ;
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire-
With holy zeal your hearts inspire;
Bid raging waves their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then shall we meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall,
And crown our Saviour Lord of all.
1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour,
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
2 Is there no kind, no lenient art,
To heal the anguish of the heart?
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh,
Thy comforts are not made to die;
The Music, by C. Zeuner, is one of
* Vide the "Psaltery," p. 91. the noblest "Chorals" ever composed.
3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope shall live again,
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.
MRS. ANNE STEELE,
How Blest the Sacred Tie.
TUNE-"Hamburg." "Ashford."
1 How blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one.
2 To each, the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within,
Refine from earth and cleanse from sin.
3 Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt and mortal wo;
Their ardent prayers together rise
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4 Together shall they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face;
How high, how strong, their raptures swell,
There's none but kindred souls can tell.
5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,
When nature droops her sickening fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy-because of love.
MRS. L. BARBAULD.
Morning Invocation.
TUNE-" Wilmot."
1 SLEEP forsake us! may the soul
Gladden in its Maker's sight;
As the clouds that o'er us roll,
Sparkle in the morning light.
2 God of life! be Thou the ray
Of our dim and wandering course,
Light us, as the Star of day,
On to truth's eternal source.
See also the "Vocalist," p. 130.
1 God bless our native land,
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save,
By Thy great might.
2 For her our prayer shall rise,
To God above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou who hast heard each sigh,
Watching each weeping eye,
Be Thou forever nigh:
God save the State.
1 SOON may the last glad song arise,
Through all the millions of the skies -
That song of triumph which records
That all the earth is now the Lord's!
2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be
Obedient, mighty God, to Thee!
And over land, and stream, and main,
Now wave the sceptre of Thy reign!
3 0, let that glorious anthem swell;
Let host to host the triumph tell
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns!
The Convent Bell.
AIR-" Far, far o'er hill and dell.”
1 FAR, far o'er hill and dell,
On the winds stealing,
List to the convent bell,
Mournfully pealing.
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