8, 7.

STOCKWELL.

DARIUS ELIOT JONES.

115

Memories of the dead.

1 SILENTLY the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.

2 O the lost, the unforgotten,

Though the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely,
In our hearts they perish not!

3 Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend,
They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
We, still hoping for its end.

4 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past,
Pointing up to that fair heaven
We may hope to gain at last.

1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save and thou canst heal.

2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us;
We are safe, if thou art nigh.

3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.

JAMES EDMESTON.

LOUIS MOREAU GOTTSCHALK, ARR, BY E. P. PARKER.

1 0 GOD, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to thee?
Who would not love thee with his might?
O Jesus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,

With all his strength, to thee unite?

2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before the insufferable blaze

Angels with both wings veil their eyes; Yet free as air thy bounty streams; On all thy works thy mercy's beams, Diffusive as thy sun's, arise.

3 Astonished at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow: Terrible majesty is thine!

Who then can that vast love express
Which bows thee down to me,-who less
Than nothing am, till thou art mine!

4 High throned on heaven's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure, still
Thou sweetly orderest all that is,
And yet thou deign'st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I, with thee
Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.

JOHANN A. SCHEFFLER. TH. BY J. WESLEY.

OXFORD.

C. M.

WILLIAM COOMBL

120

Te Deum laudamus.

1 0 Gon, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;

3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway."

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy Church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee,

That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

1 THERE seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;

The birds, that rise on quivering wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.

2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim?
Shall not my heart, with answering tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?

All nature's debt is small to mine;
Nature shall cease to be;

Thou gavest-proof of love divine-.
Immortal life to me.

MES. AMELIA OPIE

1 LORD, all I am is known to thee;
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they 're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'st the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

ISAAC WATTS.

124 The Author of every perfect gift.
1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift;
My soul on thee depends;
Convinced that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And power and wisdom too:
Without the Spirit of thy Son,
We nothing good can do.

3 We cannot speak one useful word,
One holy thought conceive,
Unless, in answer to our Lord,
Thyself the blessing give.

4 His blood demands the purchased grace: His blood's availing plea

Obtained the help for all our race,
And sends it down to me.

5 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The power on thee to call,

In whom we are, and move, and live;
Our God is all in all.

1 O GOD, thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright;

Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight.

2 I see thee in the eternal years
In glory all alone,

Ere round thine uncreated fires
Created light had shone.

3 I see thee walk in Eden's shade,
I see thee all through time;
Thy patience and compassion seem
New attributes sublime.

4 I see thee when the doom is o'er,
And outworn time is done,
Still, still incomprehensible,
O God, yet not alone.

5 Angelic spirits, countless souls,
Of thee have drunk their fill;
And to eternity will drink

Thy joy and glory still.

6 O little heart of mine! shall pain
Or sorrow make thee moan,
When all this God is all for thee,
A Father all thine own?

FREDERICK W. FABER.

ALL SAINTS. L. M.

WILLIAM KNAPP.

1 O GOD, thou bottomless abyss!

Thee to perfection who can know?
O height immense! what words suffice
Thy countless attributes to show?

2 Greatness unspeakable is thine;

Greatness, whose undiminished ray,
When short-lived worlds are lost, shall shine,
When earth and heaven are fled away.
3 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord,
Essential life's unbounded sea,

What lives and moves, lives by thy word;
It lives, and moves, and is, from thee.
High is thy power above all height;
Whate'er thy will decrees is done;
Thy wisdom, equal to thy might,
Only to thee, O God, is known!

127

ERNEST LANGE. TR. BY J. WESLEY.

SECOND PART.

Wisdom, love, power.

1 THINE, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone; Justice and truth before thee stand: Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne,

Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.

2 Each evening shows thy tender love, Each rising morn thy plenteous grace; Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace.

3 To thy benign, indulgent care,

Father, this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are,

From thee, great Source of being, flow. 4 Thrice Holy! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine; And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine.

ERNEST LANGE. TR. BY J. WESLEY.

128

Immanuel, God with us.

1 ETERNAL depth of love divine, In Jesus, God with us, displayed; How bright thy beaming glories shine! How wide thy healing streams are spread!

2 With whom dost thou delight to dwell? Sinners, a vile and thankless race!

O God, what tongue aright can tell How vast thy love, how great thy grace!

3 The dictates of thy sovereign will With joy our grateful hearts receive; All thy delight in us fulfill;

Lo, all we are to thee we give.

4 To thy sure love, thy tender care,
Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign;
O fix thy sacred presence there,
And seal the abode forever thine.

NICOLAUS L. ZINZENDORF. TR. BY J. WESLEY,

129 For the grace of the Holy Trinity.

1 BLEST Spirit, one with God above,
Thou source of life and holy love,
O cheer us with thy sacred beams,
Refresh us with thy plenteous streams.
20 may our lips confess thy name,
Our holy lives thy power proclaim;
With love divine our hearts inspire,
And fill us with thy holy fire.

3 O holy Father, holy Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Thy grace devoutly we implore;
Thy name be praised for evermore.
FROM THE LATIN. TR. BY J. CHANDLER,