NINA. 7s & 68.

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1. Go, when the morning shineth, Go, when the noon is bright, Go, when the eve declineth,

Go, in the hush of night;
Go, with pure mind and feeling,
Put earthly thoughts away,
And, in God's presence kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

2. Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself, in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim;
And blend with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.

3. Or, if 't is e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee,
When friends are round thy way,

E'en then, the silent breathing
Thy spirit lifts above,
Will reach His throne of glory,
Where dwells eternal love.

1348. 7s & 6s.

1. THE mellow eve is gliding Serenely down the west; So, every care subsiding,

My soul would sink to rest.

2. The woodland hum is ringing
The daylight's gentle close;
May angels round me, singing,
Thus hymn my last repose.

3. The evening star has lighted
Her crystal lamp on high;
So, when in death benighted,
May hope illume the sky.

4. In golden splendor dawning,
The morrow's light shall break;
O, on the last bright morning
May I in glory wake!

SACRED SONGS

NEWBURY. H. M.

MICHAEL HAYDN.

2. Forth in the flowery spring,
We see Thy beauty move;

The birds on branches sing
Thy tenderness and love;

Wide flush the hills; the air is balm;
Devotion's calm our bosom fills.

3. Then come, in robes of light,

The summer's flaming days;
The sun Thine image bright,
Thy majesty, displays;

And oft Thy voice in thunder rolls;
But still our souls in Thee rejoice.

4. In autumn, a rich feast

Thy common bounty gives
To man, and bird, and beast,
And every thing that lives.
Thy liberal care at morn and noon,
And harvest moon, our lips declare.

5. In winter, awful Thou!

With storms around Thee cast!
The leafless forests bow

Beneath Thy northern blast.
While tempests lower, to Thee, dread King,
We homage bring, and own Thy power.

FREEMAN.

1352. H. M.

1. YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame:
Your voices raise, ye cherubim
And seraphim, to sing His praise.

2. Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day, Ye glittering stars of light,

To Him your homage pay: His praise declare, ye heavens above, And clouds that move in liquid air.

3. Let them adore the Lord, And praise His holy name, By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came: And all shall last, from changes free; His firm decree stands ever fast.

4. United zeal be shown,

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone

Deserves our endless praise: Earth's utmost ends His power obey; His glorious sway the sky transcends.