That bare me oft through flood and flame,
Through tempest, cold and heat.

5 May that dear hand uphold me still,
Through life's uncertain race,
To bring me to Thine holy hill,
And to Thy dwelling place.

J. MONTGOMERY.

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Evening Hymn.

TUNE-"Watchman."

1 THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
I ever keep in mind,
The night of death draws near.

Oh, may

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what is here possessed.

Boylston."

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when our days are past,

And we from time remove,
Oh, may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

ANON.

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[C. M.]

The Bible.

TUNE-" Balerma."

1 How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

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Thy Will be Done.

TUNE- Vide the "Psaltery," p. 346.

1 "THY will be done!" In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
"Thy will be done."

2 "Thy will be done!" If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, prayer will make it more divineThy will be done."

This

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3 "Thy will be done!" Though shrouded o'er

Our path with gloom, one comfort, one
Is ours: To breathe while we adore,

“Thy will we done."

DR. BOWRING.

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The Happy Land.

AIR-" I have come from a happy land."

See Nason's "Vocal Class Book,” p. 67.

1 THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away,

Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.

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O, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour king,
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye."

2 Come to the happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand?
Why yet delay ?

O, we shall happy be,

When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

8 Bright in that happy land

Beams every eye;

Kept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die;

Then shall His kingdom come,

Saints shall share a glorious home,

And bright above the sun,

We reign for aye.

ANON.

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[L. M.]

A Morning Hymn.

TUNE-" Silver Lake."

1 GOD of the morning, at Thy voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice,

To run his journey through the skies.

2 From the fair chambers of the east, The circuit of his race begins, And without weariness, or rest,

Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

8 O, like the sun may I fulfil

The appointed duties of the day,

With ready mind, and active will,

March on and keep my heavenly way.

DR. WATTS.

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Evening Worship.

TUNE-" Evening Song."*

1 Now condescend, almighty King,
To bless this little throng;

And kindly listen, while we sing
Our pleasant evening song.

2 We come to own Thy power divine,
That watches o'er our days;

For this our grateful voices join
In hymns of cheerful praise.

* Vide the "Psalmodist," p. 103.

3 May we in safety sleep to night,
From every danger free;

Because the darkness and the light,
Are both alike to Thee.

4 And when the rising sun displays
His cheerful beams abroad,
Then shall our morning hymns of praise
Declare Thy goodness, Lord.

5 Brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Our lips together move;

Then smile upon this cheerful band
And join our hearts in love.

MISS JANE TAYLOR.

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A National Hymn.

AIR-" Scots wha hae."

1 CLIME! beneath whose genial sun

Kings were quelled and freedom won :
Where the dust of Washington
Sleeps in glory's bed.

2 Heroes from thy sylvan shade
Changed the plough for battle blade -
Holy men for thee have prayed-
Patriot martyrs bled.

3 Crownless Judah mourns in gloom -
Greece lies slumbering in the tomb
Rome hath shorn her eagle plume,
Lost her conquering name.

4 Youthful nation of the west,
Rise! with truer greatness blest,
Sainted bands from realms of rest,
Watch thy bright'ning fame.