3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem: It was the STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, The star- -the STAR OF BETHLEHEM. H. K. WHITE. 36 [C. M.] Early Piety. No 20th 158 See also Nason's "Vocal Class Book," 134. June 1961 Br cool Siloam's shady rill, Sept 19th, 1860 How sweet the lilly grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill, *This fountain issues from a rock, twenty or thirty feet below the surface of the ground, near the South-East corner of the city of Jerusalem. "It flows out without a single murmur, and appears clear as crystal. From this place it winds its way several rods under the mountain, then makes its appearance with a gentle gurgling, and forming a beautiful rill, takes its way down into the valley, towards the South-East." 2 3 37 37 2 Lo, such the youth whose early feet, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill, The rose that blooms beneath the hill, 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath, [C. M.] BP. HEBER. See also Nason's "Vocal Class Boo 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly Bliss 181859 Apa93 44860 June Jet 1860 2 "Give me a calm, a thankfu heart, From every murmur free, Aug 24th 1860 The blessings of Thy grace impart, 3 0, let the hope that Thou art mine, Thy presence through my journey shine, MRS. ANNE STEELE. 38 [7s, 6s & 4s.] The Invitation. AIR-" Thou, thou reign'st," &c. 1 SOFT, soft, music is stealing, 2 Join, join, children of sadness, 3 Hope, hope, fair and enduring; 39 [7s.] MRS. M. S. B. DANA. Vide also "Nason's Vocal Class Book," p. 63. 1.SOFTLY now the light of day, 2 Soon for us, the light of day, 40 [C. M.] 41 1 BEFORE the rosy dawn of day,H To Thee, my God, I'll sing, soft Apid 2/2 185.9. Awake, my soil and tuneful lyre. June 20th 1859. Awake, each charming string., 2 Awake, and let the flowing strains Glide through the midnight air, While high amid the silent orbs, The silver moon rolls clear. • June The Bright Sun is Rising. [12s & 11s.] Come, mourners, and bathe in the life-giving waters, |