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And there the heralds of thy word
2 There, in thy pure and cleansing fount,
Our souls on wings of faith shall mount
3 Around thine altar we will kneel
A Saviour's mercy deeply feel,
4 Or, mingling with the choral throng,
And pour the full, melodious song,
1 TIME speeds away
Another hour-another day-
The eye grows dim and strange to all.
2 Time speeds away
Like torrent in a stormy day,
He undermines the stately tower,
* Vide Job ix. 25, 26.
And sweeps from our distracted breast
The friends that loved the friends that bless'd;
3 Time speeds away-away
Like fiery steed - from stage to stage
My Father's House.
AIR-" Auld Lang Syne."
THERE is a place of waveless rest,
Far, far beyond the skies,
Where beauty smiles eternally
And pleasure never dies;
My father's house, my heavenly home!
2 When tossed upon the waves of life,
When fiercely howls the gathering storm,
Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom,
Bright beaming from my Father's house,
3 In that pure home of tearless joy,
There, there adieus are sounds unknown,
Mysteries of Providence.*
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
He treasures up his bright designs,
3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
4 His purposes will ripen fast,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
* For the theme of this fine hymn, see John xiii. 7.
1 THE sky-lark, when the dews of morn
2 He rests not on the leafy spray,
But high above the mountain cloud
3 Thus, my Creator! thus the more
MRS. F. HEMAND.
[8s & 7s.]
Tell me, Wanderer!
AIR-" Bounding billows."
1 TELL me, wanderer! wildly roving
Pleasure's false enchantments loving-
2 Once, like thee, by joys surrounded,
the moments flew unheeded,
As the wave that rolls along;
4 But those cloudless hours that blessed me,
5 Such is pleasure's transient story! –
[11s & 8s.]
The End of Affliction.
1 THE gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn, Stern winter the spring-time endears,
And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn,
2 So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare,