{O of art rest and gladness, O day of joy and

O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright;} On thee, the high and lowly,

Bending before the throne, Sing, Ho-ly, ho-ly, ho-ly, To the Great Three in One. AMEN.

252

ANNE STEEL.

Naomi. C. M.

Arr. from HANS G. NAEGELI, by LOWELL MASON.

1. Father, what-e'er of

2. "Give me a calm, a

earthly bliss Thy sov-'reign will de- nies, thankful heart, From ev - 'ry mur-mur free;

3."Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death at - tend;

Ac-cept-ed at Thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:
The blessings of Thy grace im-part, And make me live to Thee."
Thy presence thro' my journey shine, And crown my journey's end."

A-MEN.

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1 There is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams of light.

2 There is an arm that never tires,
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.

3 But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

4 That power is prayer, which soars on high.
Through Jesus to the throne;

And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down.

James E. Wallace.

254 Tune: Webb. No. 172.

1 The morning light is breaking;
The darkness disappears;
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.

2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing-
A nation in a day.

3 Blest river of salvation!

Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home:
Stay not till all the holy
Proclaim-"The Lord is come!"
Samuel F. Smith, 1832.

Retreat. L. M.

1. From ev'ry storm-y wind that blows, From ev-'ry swell-ing tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat—'Tis found beneath the mercy - seat. A-MEN.

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer As that which calls me to Thy feet,
But wishes to be often there?

Nettleton. 88, 7s. D.

Streams of mercy, never ceas -ing, Call for songs of loud-est praise. D.C.-Praise the mount, I'm fixed up - on it; Mount of Thy re-deem-ing love,

Teach me some me-lodious sonnet, Sung by flam-ing tongues a-bove: A-MEN.

Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, myGod, to Thee, A-MEN.

Zion. 8s, 7s, 4s.

On the moun-tain-top ap-pear-ing, Lo! the sa-cred her-ald stands,

1. {Welcome newsto Zi- on bear-ing-Zi-on, long in hos-tile lands, Mourning captive!

God Himself will loose thy bands; Mourning captive! God Himself will loose thy bands. AMEN.