There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

1 THE Savior calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;

And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.

3 Ye sinners, come-'tis mercy's voice;
That gracious voice obey;

"Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys-
And can you yet delay ?

4 Dear Savior! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink-and never die.

1 THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope, and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which dwell upon immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of angry foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 O, long expected day, begin;
Dawn on these realms of pain and sin;
With joy we'll tread the appointed road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell :

To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son:

Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise ;

The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.

1 THOU didst, O mighty God, exist

Ere time began its race;

Before the ample elements

Filled up the void of space.

2 Before the ponderous earthly globe In fluid air was stayed;

Before the ocean's gushing springs
Their liquid stores displayed.

3 And, when the pillars of the world,
With sudden ruín break,

And all this vast and goodly frame
Sinks in the mighty wreck:

4 When from her orb the moon shall start,
The astonished sun roll back,
While all the trembling starry lamps
Their ancient course forsake;

5 Forever, permanent and fixed,
From agitation free,

Unchanged in everlasting years,
Shall thy existence be.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in safety makes me dwell,
Beneath the shadow of his wings.

5 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart;
And in the morning make me bear
Thy love and kindness in my heart.
176. C. M. TATE & BRADY.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distressed
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.

4 O, make but trial of his love,

Experience will decide

How blessed they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,—
Your wants shall be his care.

177. C. M. WATTS.

1 Time! what an empty vapor 'tis !
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as the winged arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;

That we can never say, they're here,
But only say, they're past,

3 Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.

4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favors share;

Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 Thus we begin the lasting song:
And, when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.

1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word! Restore thy trust! the glorious form Shall then arise, to meet the Lord.

1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,
The eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my Almighty Refuge lives.