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My steadfast heart shall know no fear-
HELEN M. WILLIAMS.
The Happy Home.
TUNE-" See So. Choir, vol. 1. p. 142.
1 The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale,*
And bend its crimson head in death;
2 And there, amid a holier sphere,
Where the archangel bows in awe,
And executes his perfect law.
The Saviour's Sorrow.
AIR-"What fairy-like music."
1 THOU Sweet-gliding Cedron,† by thy silver stream, Our Saviour would linger in moonlight's soft
* Vide Cant. ii. 1.
This streamlet runs through the valley between Jerusalem and the Mount of Olives, and thence, winding between rugged and desolate hills, through the desert of St. Saba, discharges itself into the Dead Sea.
And by thy bright waters, till midnight would stay, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head;How hard was his pillow-how humble his bed; The angels beholding, amazed at the sight, Attended their Master with solemn delight.
3 O garden of Olives, thou dear honored spot,
4 Come, saints, and adore him come bow at his feet!
Prayer for Divine Guidance.
[8s & 7s.]
1 GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us
Till our last great change appears.
When in devious paths we stray,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish,
When our mortal life is ended,
Bid us in thine arms to rest;
The Prince Salvation.
[12s 11s & 8s.]
1 THE Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, And glory attends him along his bright way; The news of his grace on the breezes are gliding, And nations are owning his sway.
2 Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour; Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign; Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, And follow thy glorious train.
3 Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified nation,
S. F. SMITH.
Love is the Golden Chain.
1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
2 O may we feel each brother's sigh, And with him bear a part:
May sorrows flow from eye to eye,
3 Let love, in one delightful stream,
4 Love is the golden chain that binds
And he's an heir of heaven, that finds
Our Light and Guide.
1 SEE the gleams of daylight swim
AIR-" Fresh and Strong."
2 God hath made the sun to shine
From Greenland's Icy Mountains.*
[7s & 6s.]
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
The gifts of God are strewn:
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
The lamp of life deny?
The joyful sound proclaim,
* Written on the eve of the author's departure from England to Calcutta.