NIGHT SONG. Be thou still! Vainly all thy words are spoken ; Sleep thou still! 'Tis thy Father's work of grace, Lord my God! By thy grace, O may I be To the chastenings of thy rod; Shepherd, King! From thy fullness, grant to me Still, yet fearless faith in Thee, Till, from night the day shall spring! 11 UPWARD! PWARD, where the stars are burning, Round the never-changing pole ; Far above that arch of gladness, I would find my mansion there! Where the glory brightly dwelleth, That must be the home of homes! Where the Lamb on high is seated, Lord of lords and King of kings! HE KNOWETH ALL. Son of man, they crown, they crown Him! Son of God, they own, they own Him! With His name the palace rings ! Blessing, honor, without measure, HE KNOWETH ALL. THE twilight falls, the night is near, my work away, And kneel to One who bends to hear The old, old story; yet I kneel And cares grow lighter as I feel That Jesus knows them all. Yes, all! The morning and the night, The roughened path, the sunbeam bright, 13 14 HOMEWARDS. Thou knowest all-I lean my head, Content and glad awhile to tread And He has loved me! All my heart So here I lay me down to rest, And lean, confiding, on His breast, HOMEWARDS! ROPPING down the troubled river DR To the tranquil, tranquil shore; To the spring-embosomed shore; Dropping down the winding river, HOMEWARDS. Dropping down the narrow river, Dropping down the noisy river, To our peaceful, peaceful home; Dropping down the turbid river, Earth's bustling, crowded river, To our gentle, gentle home; Where the rough roar riseth never, And the vexings cannot come; O loved and longed for home! Dropping down the eddying river, With a Helmsman true and tried Dropping down the perilous riverMortality's dark river, With a sure and Heavenly Guide; My soul from death, hath died, Dropping down the rapid river, To the dear and deathless land; Dropping down the well-known river, Life's swoll'n and rushing river. 15 |