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My steadfast heart shall know no fear-
That heart will rest on Thee.

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HELEN M. WILLIAMS.

The Happy Home.

TUNE-" See So. Choir, vol. 1. p. 142.

[L. M.]

1 The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale,*
And scents the purple morning breath,
May in the shades of evening fall,

And bend its crimson head in death;
And earth's bright ones, amid the tomb,
May, like the blushing rose, decay;
But still the mind, the mind shall bloom,
When time and nature fade away.

2 And there, amid a holier sphere,

Where the archangel bows in awe,
There sits the King of glory near,

And executes his perfect law.
The ransomed of the earth, with joy,
Shall in their robes of beauty come;
And find a rest, without alloy,
Amid the Christian's happy home.

The Saviour's Sorrow.

[11s.]

AIR-"What fairy-like music."

1 THOU Sweet-gliding Cedron,† by thy silver stream, Our Saviour would linger in moonlight's soft

beam;

* 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,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme, most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow - the triumph of love.

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4 Come, saints, and adore him come bow at his feet!
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus, that gladdens the skies.

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Prayer for Divine Guidance.

[8s & 7s.]

1 GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us
Through this lonely vale of tears;
Through the changes that await us,

Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,

When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,

Lead us in thy perfect way.

TUNE-" Greenville"

2 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear.

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When our mortal life is ended,

Bid us in thine arms to rest;
Till, by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.

The Prince Salvation.

[12s 11s & 8s.]

TUNE-" Burlington."

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.

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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,
The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise;
And heaven shall re-echo the song of salvation,
In rich and melodious lays.

S. F. SMITH.

Love is the Golden Chain.

[C. M.]

TUNE-" Iddo."

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those that love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And thus fulfil his word.

"Ortonville."

2 O may we feel each brother's sigh, And with him bear a part:

5*

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May sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

3 Let love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flow;
And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.

4 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven, that finds
His bosom glow with love.

Our Light and Guide.

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1 SEE the gleams of daylight swim
On the heaving ocean's brim!
Now the waves are gilded o'er
With the golden beams still more.
See! the gathering lustre shines
On the mountain's loftiest pines:
And the far-off village spires
Redden in the kindling fires.

AIR-" Fresh and Strong."

2 God hath made the sun to shine
Image of his love divine;
Thus his rays of mercy fall
Liberally alike on all;
Thus he lights our happy way
Through the labors of the day-
And when all our cares are past,
Guides us to his rest at last.

SWAIN.

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From Greenland's Icy Mountains.*

[7s & 6s.]

TUNE-"Missionary Hymn."

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle -
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile!
In vain with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strewn:
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high-
Shall we to man benighted

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation!-oh, salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.

* Written on the eve of the author's departure from England to Calcutta.