LVII. HYMN.-C. M. 1 I LOVE the glory of the morn, When from the ocean's wave is born 2 I love the warmer beam of noon 3 I love the milder evening beam, Which glitters through the trees, When Sol's full face is broader seen, And sweetens ev'ry breeze. 4 And yet a glory I have seen, 5 The virtues ting'd by his bright ray, Surpass each opening flower, Which blushes to the noon of day, In nature's rosy bower. 6 Nor does the setting sun display Such sweet, such soft'ning charms, As the bright hope of glory's day, Which tyrant death disarms. LVIII. HYMN.-C. M. 1 Он, thou! who sit'st enthron'd on high, 2 Though thou art high, yet thou dost hear 3 When shafts of anguish wound the soul, Thy healing balm is nigh; When tempests rise, and billows roll, 4 Then hush! dark sorrow's weeping child, Toss'd on this troub'lous sea, In strains of peace he whispers mild, LIX. HYMN.-L. M. 1 How great is our Creator God, Behold what cloudy columns rise, What peals of thunder rend the skies, The lightning, how sublimely bright! 3 How dreadful is the threat'ning hail; Th' approaching tempest, O how grand! What terrors does the mind assail When deep convulsions shake the land. 4 The seas with hollow murmurs groan, The bowels of the mountains flame; The elements affrighted own The awful greatness of thy name. 5 Almighty God! thy chariot wheels: LX. HYMN.-C. M. 1 To thee, O God, my thoughts ascend, My joy and glory here; My portion and my heavenly friend, 2 Mercy and tenderness and grace, And truth, with love divine S I find a full supply for all My wants, O God, in thee; 4 In evening shadows, when I sleep, 5 Thy tender mercies, Lord, I trace 6 Friendship and safety, rest and health, 7 Receive my humble thankfulness, And let not thy abundant grace LXI. HYMN--C. M. 1 DAUGHTERS of pity tune the lay, T 2 No altars smoke, no off'rings bleed, 3 Our off'ring is a willing mind 4 Go to the pillow of disease, Where night gives no repose; 5 Go where the friendless stranger lies, Snatch from the grave his closing eyes, 6. Thus what our heav'nly Father gave, Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him that liv'd to save, LXII. HYMN.s. M. 1 OUT of the depths of woe, Darkness surrounds me, but I know |