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2 Illumined by the light divine,
3 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
4 Direct, control, suggest this day,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
1 FORGIVE thy foes;
nor that alone;
Their evil deeds with good repay,
2 So does the fragrant sandal bow,
In meek forgiveness to its doom;
* Translated from the Persian.
Vide Nason's "Vocal Class Book," p. 158.
1 THE pity of the Lord
To those that fear His name,
2 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered by every breath;
3 Our days are as the grass,
When blasting winds sweep o'er the field,
4 But Thy compassions, Lord,
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Our Guiding Star.
TUNE-" Andover." "Byrd."
1 BRIGHT was the guiding star that led,
With mild, benignant ray,
The Gentiles to the lowly bed
2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light
Now points to his abode;
It shines through sin and sorrow's night,
3 O haste to follow where it leads;
Be rugged wilds or flowery meads,
4 O gladly tread the narrow path,
SPIRIT OF THE PSALM
[7s & 6s.]
Hymn at Sunset.
1 THE mellow eve is gliding
So every care subsiding,
2 The woodland hum is ringing
3 The evening star has lighted
4 In golden splendor dawning,
O! on the last bright morning,
May I in glory wake.
JOUR. OF THE FLUSHING INSTITUTE.
[88 & 7s.] TUNE-" See Juv. S. School." p. 122.
1 Lo! the blithesome lark is soaring,
2 Every mountain altar blazes;
Incense sweet to heaven ascends;
3 Man! awake from heavy slumbers,
1 THERE is a mild and tranquil light Which sheds its gentle influence round, Ere day recedes and solemn night
In silent stillness reigns profound.
2 In darkness mingling with the ray
3 Just such a light, so sweet, so clear,
TUNE-" Brattle Street."
1 WHILE Thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed
3 In each event of life, how clear
Each blessing to my soul most dear
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
6 My lifted eye without a tear, The gathering storm shall see;