5 Sing on and soar, sing on and soar
Till, through the crystal gates of heaven,
No longer closed in upper skies,



Thou enter in to sing, Forgiven!

Our Refuge in Temptation.*


1 JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O, receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.


[C. M.]


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1 THE calm retreat, the silent shade,

With prayer and praise agree,

"Come unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden, and I

will give you rest."-JESUS CHRIST.

And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those that follow Thee.

2 There, if thy spirit touch the soul
And grace her mean abode,

O, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.

3 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays,

Nor asks a witness to her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.



[11s & 8s.]

Morning Devotion.

TUNE-" Come, ye disconsolate."

1 FATHER of mercies, when the day is dawning,
Then will pay my vows to thee;

Like incense wafted on the breath of morning
My heart-felt praise to thee shall be.

2 Yes Thou art near me, sleeping or waking,
Still doth thy love unchanged remain,
Where'er I wander, thy ways forsaking,
Oh gently lead me back again.


[L. P. M.]

Saturday Evening.

TUNE-"St. Paul's." "Palestine."

1 SWEET is the last, the parting ray, That ushers placid evening in, When with still expiring day,

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin:
How grateful to the anxious breast
The sacred hours of holy rest!

2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,

And worldly cares and business cease,
While soft the vesper breezes play,

To hymn the glad return of peace!
Delightful season, kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven.

3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,

Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly things
And bear them to my heavenly home,
On faith and hope's celestial wings
Till the last gleam of life decay
In one eternal Sabbath day.


[C. M.]

A Warning from the Grave.



1 BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head

Is equal warning given :

Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!

2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

3 Turn, mortal, turn!--thy dangers know:

Where'er thy foot can tread

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!



God Our Shepherd.*


“Gentle Shepherd.”

See also Nason's "Vocal Class Book," p. 146.

1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread.
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile:
The barren wilderness shall smile,

With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.


* Vide Ps. xxiii.

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2 There sickness never comes;
There grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And purest pleasure reigns.

3 No strife nor envy there
The sons of peace molest;
But harmony and love sincere
Fill every happy breast.

4 No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

5 O may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.


Delight in the Worship of God.


[C. M.]

TUNE-"Moreh." "Arlington."

1 We love thy holy temple, Lord, For there thou deign'st to dwell;

* Vide Isaiah xxxiii. 17.

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