363 3 O, blessed be the hand that gave, — Blessed be he who smites to save,· Who heals the heart he breaks: 6 & 10s. M. MARTINEAU'S COL. Looking unto Jesus. 1 THOU, who didst stoop below, And wear the form of frail mortality, Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth — passed to thy home on high. 2 It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay, Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? 3 O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. 4 E'en through the awful gloom, Which hovers o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee. 364 P. M. BISHOP HEBer. 365 Evening Aspiration. 1 God that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light! Who the day for toil hast given, May thine angel guards defend us, Thanksgiving and Praise in the Sanctuary. 1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth; 2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, And we are his people; his sceptre we own; 3 0, enter his gates with thanksgiving and song; Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise in melodious accordance prolong, 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, 366 P. M. H. WARE, JR. Easter Hymn. 1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, Loud was the chorus of angels on high, 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being he gave us, death cannot destroy. And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. 367 8 & 6s. M. C. SMART. The Am. 1 WE sing of God, the mighty source From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes Commence, and reign, and end. 2 The world, the clustering spheres, he made; The glorious light, the soothing shade, Dale, champaign, grove and hill; The multitudinous abyss, Where secrecy remains in bliss And wisdom hides her skill. 3 Tell them I AM, Jehovah said To Moses, while earth heard with dread; 368 8 & 6s. M. ANONYMOUS, "Thy Will be Done." 1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 3 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize — it ne'er was mine, – 4 Renew my will from day to day, 369 P. M. CAMERONIAN HYMN, Prayer of the Persecuted. 1 OH thou who dwell'st in the Heavens high 2 Though shining millions around thee stand, 3 Our night is dreary, and dim our day; And, if thou turnest thy face away, |