Love divine to us has given
Christ, the Bread of Life, from heaven.
3 Lord! with these thy favors give
Hearts to serve thee while we live,
Till we reap, where Jesus is,
Harvests of immortal bliss.
1 WHEN flowers in summer appear,
We wish that they always would last; But winter must shortly be here,
To sweep them away with its blast.
Spring, summer, and autumn will hasten away;
The roses must fade, and the blossoms decay.
2 In heaven, no winter they know,
To wither their pleasures away;
The plants that so sweetly do grow,
Shall blossom and never decay;
I or earth's fading charms then no longer we'll
But hope we may spend an eternity there.
God seen in all things. 61. L. M.
1 THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When day with farewell beam delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas up to heaven,
Those lines that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with a thousand eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower that summer wreathes,
Is born beneath thy kindling eye;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
1 BEHOLD that arch of varied hue!
From heaven to earth 't is bowed;
Haste, ere it vanish, haste to view
The rainbow in the cloud.
2 'T was not alone to charm thy sight,
God gave that vision fair;—
Gaze on its beams of azure light,
And read His mercy there.
3 It tells us that the mighty deep,
Fast by the Eternal chained,
No more o'er earth's domains shall sweep,.
Awful and unrestrained.
4 It tells that seasons, heat and cold,
Fixed by his sovereign will,
Shall, in their course, bid man behold
Seed-time and harvest still;
5 That still the flower shall deck the field,
When vernal zephyrs blow;
That still the vine its fruit shall yield,
When autumn sun-beams glow.
6 Then, child of that fair earth, which yet
Smiles with each charm endowed,
Bless thou his name, whose mercy set
The rainbow in the cloud!
1 CHILD of the earth, oh lift thy glance,
To yon bright firmament's expanse;
The glories of its realm explore,
Behold, and wonder, and adore!
2 Mark well each little star, whose rays
In distant splendor meet thy gaze;
Each is a world by Him sustained,
Who from eternity hath reigned.
3 Each, shining not for earth alone,
Hath suns and planets of its own,
And beings, whose existence springs
From Him, the all powerful King of kings.
4 Haply, those glorious beings know
Nor stain of guilt, nor tear of wo;
But, raising still the adoring voice,
Forever in their God rejoice.
5 What then art thou, oh child of clay,
Amidst creation's grandeur, say?
E'en as an insect on the breeze,
E'en as a dew drop, lost in seas!
6 Yet fear thou not!-the sovereign hand,
Which spread the ocean and the land,
And hung the rolling spheres in air,
Hath, e'en for thee, a Father's care.
1 THE thunder bursts! its rolling might
Seems the firm hills to shake;
And, in terrific splendor bright,
The gathered lightnings break.
2 Yet doth not God behold thee still,
With all-surveying eye?
Doth not his power all nature fill,
Around, beneath, on high?
3 Then fear not, though the angry sky
A thousand darts should cast;
Why should we tremble, e'en to die,
And be with him at last?
1 To thee, the little children's Friend,
Their hymn to-day shall rise;
O from the heavenly courts descend,
And bless the sacrifice!
2 While through our land fair freedom's song
Our fathers raise to thee,
Our accents shall the notes prolong;
We, children, too, are free!
3 The past with blessings from thy hand
Was richly scattered o'er,
As numerous as the countless sand,
That spreads the ocean shore.
4 O may the future be as bright,
Nor be thy favors less,
Resplendent with the glorious light
Of peace and happiness.
5 On earth prepare us for the skies;
And, when our life is o'er,
Let us to purer mansions rise,
And praise thee evermore.
Anniversary Hymn.
Duke Street.
1 Nor by the brazen trumpet's voice,
But by the skylark's early lay,
Our school is summoned to rejoice
In God our Saviour on this day.
2 Now, in the temple of the Lord,
Assembling round the throne of grace,
We sing, and pray, and hear the word,
And see our glorious Maker's face,
3 Salvation's silver trumpet brings
Heaven's richest music to our ears;
Happy, whose heart with rapture springs
At the first welcome note he hears.
4 He, when the last dread trumpet's tone
The dead to second life shall call,
May stand unmoved before the throne,
While stars like lightnings round him fall.
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