118

3 When evening's silent shades descend,
And nature sinks to rest,

Still to my Father and my Friend
My wishes are addressed.

4 Though tears may dim my hours of joy,
And bid my pleasures flee,
Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy,
I will be glad in Thee.

Canadian Boat Song.

TUNE-"Canadian Boat Song."

[8s & 9s.]

1 FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime,

Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time;
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll cheerfully sing our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.

2 Why should we yet our sails unfurl?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl;
But when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow, etc.

3 Utáwas tide! this trembling moon

Shall see us float o'er thy surges soon;
Father in heaven, hear our prayer,
Grant us cool winds and favoring air!
Blow, breezes, blow, etc.

T. MOORE.

119 Hark, the Vesper Hymn is Stealing.

AIR-"Vesper hymn."

120

[88 & 78.]

1 HARK, the vesper hymn is stealing
O'er the waters, soft and clear ·
Nearer yet, and nearer pealing,
Now it bursts upon the ear.

Jubilate, Jubilate - Amen.
Farther now, now farther stealing,
Soft it fades upon the ear.
Farther now, etc.

2 Now, like moonlight waves retreating
To the shore, it dies along;
Now like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song.
Jubilate, Jubilate, Amen.
Hark again, like waves retreating
To the shore it dies along.
Hark again, etc.

[4s & 10s.]

The Rainbow.

T. MOORE.

TUNE-"Trust in Heaven."

My soul were dark

But for the golden light and rainbow hue
That, sweeping heaven with their triumphal arc,

Break on the view.

Enough to feel

That God indeed is good! enough to know
Without the gloomy clouds He could reveal
No beauteous bow.

W. CROSWELL.

121

Save! Lord, or We Perish!*

[12s.]

TUNE-" Scotland."

1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker; " Save, Lord! or we perish."

2 O Jesus! once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow;
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish,
perish."

66

Save, Lord, or we

3 And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging; When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging, Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish;

122

Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish.” BP. ĤEBER.

Peace! Troubled Soul.

[L. P. M.]

TUNE-" Palestine."

1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaint-suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound.

*Vide Matt. xiv. 30.

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed,
Unburden here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,

And trust the mercy of thy God;
He is thy Saviour-glorious word!
For ever love and praise the Lord.

123

[C. M.]

1 ALL hail the great Emmanuel's name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

124

Coronation.*

TUNE-" Coronation," by Holden.

3 O, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

[8s & 4s.]

DUNCAN.

Death and Immortality.

TUNE-Vide "Psaltery," p. 247.
Also "Nason's Vocal Class Book," p. 147.

1 THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

This hymn was a great favorite of the late Dr Dwight. It was often sung by the college choir while he, "catching, as it were, the inspiration of the heavenly music, would join and lead them with the most ardent devotion." Vide the " Choir," p. 91.

2 The storm that wrecks the winter's sky,
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.

3 The soul, of origin divine;

God's glorious image freed from clay,
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,
A star of day.

4 The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor of the sky;
The soul, immortal as its SIRE,
Shall never die !

J. MONTGOMERY.

125 What Secret Hand at Morning Light?

[C. M.]

TUNE-" Elliott." Phillips."

1 WHAT secret hand, at morning light,
By stealth unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night,
And opens earth and sky?

2 'Tis Thine, my God- the same that kept
My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept
Beneath the Almighty's arm.

8 'Tis Thine-my daily bread that brings,
Like manna scattered round,
And clothes me as the lily springs
In beauty from the ground.

4 This is the hand that shaped my frame, And gave my pulse to beat,