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2 There are hearts like the ivy - though all be de
Which it seemed to clasp fondly in sunlight and shade;
Yet droop not its leaves but still gayly they spread, Undimmed 'midst the blighted, the lonely and dead; And the mistletoe clings to the oak, not in part, But with leaves closely round it- the root in its heart,
Exists but to twine it, and drink the same dew; Or to fall with its loved oak and perish there too.
3 Thus we'll love one another, midst sorrow the worst, Unaltered and fond as we loved at the first
Though the false wing of pleasure may charge and forsake,
And the bright urn of wealth into particles break; There are some sweet affections that earth cannot
That cling but the closer when sorrow draws nigh, And remain with us yet, though all else pass awayYes-we'll love one another as long as we stay.
The Goodness of God.*
1 LET us with a joyful mind,
2 He, with all commanding might,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
*Vide Ps. CXXXVI.
but fifteen years of age.
This hymn was written when the author was
3 He his chosen race did bless
4 He hath, with a piteous eye,
5 All things living he doth feed;
6 Let us therefore warble forth
Sweet is the Scene.
1 SWEET is the scene when Christians die,
How mildly beams the closing eye,
How gently heaves the expiring breath.
2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o’er ;
3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow,
The Hour of Prayer.
[7s.] TUNE- See Kingsley's S. Choir, vol. 1, p. 84.
1 CHILD, amidst the flowers at play,
2 Traveller, in the stranger's land,
3 Warrior, that from battle won,
MRS. F. HEMANS.
The Glory of God.*
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
* Vide Ps. xix.
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
While all the stars that round her burn,
3 What! though in solemn silence all
"THE HAND THAT MADE US IS DIVINE.”
[8s & 78.]
The Birth of the Saviour.
1 HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Lo! the angelic host rejoices;
2 Hear them tell the wondrous story,
"Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God most high."
3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven,
4 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
The Matin Hour of Devotion.
TUNE-" Illa." "Ashford."
1 ERE falls the stealing step of dawn,
The night's soft dew on her brown wings, Uprises from her nest, the lark,
And soaring to the sunlight, sings.
2 Thus may my soul sing on, and soar Where sight tracks not her flight sublime, Morn, noon, sweet eve, and ever in
This cool and fragrant hour of prime.
3 For though the world enclose me round,
4 Then let my soul sing on and soar
And dwell in that pure light, and breathe