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There's not a tint that paints the rose
'The saints on earth and those above
The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
The Son of God came down from heaven
The spirit breathes upon the word

The sun has gone to rest

The thunder bursts! its rolling might

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love

This is the day when Christ arose

Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore
thee

Thou art, Oh God, the life and light

Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream
Thou, who didst with love and blessing

Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze
'T is Jesus speaks! "I fold," says he
"T is midnight, and on Olive's brow
'Tis summer, glorious summer
To Thee, the little children's Friend
To thy temple I repair

Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside
'T was by an order from the Lord

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb

Upward I lift mine eyes

Wake not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation

We bless Thee for this sacred day

We come our Sabbath hymn to raise

Were not the sinful Mary's tears

We seem to hear a voice of praise
We 've passed another Sabbath day
What is there, Lord, a child can do
What souls are those, that venture near
When brighter suns and milder skies

When daily I kneel down to pray

When flowers in summer appear

When for some little insult given

When gathering clouds around I view
When, his salvation bringing

When in my heart rise angry thoughts
When Jesus Christ was here below

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While beauty clothes the fertile vale

While with ceaseless course the sun

While shepherds watched their flocks by night

Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power
Whither but to Thee, Oh Lord

Why should we spend our youthful days
With songs and honors sounding loud

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W. B. O. Peabody.

1 My God! by thy directing power,
The rising light returns;

And high within his morning tower
The sun serenely burns.

2 Thou faithful guardian of my days!
I owe my heart to thee;
To thee my earliest prayers I raise,
And fervent they shall be.

3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath
Secure from harm and pain,
While many an eye was closed in death,
And shall not wake again.

4 Oh! thus protect me till the last
Long hour of rest is nigh,

And thus when death's long sleep is past,
Awake my soul on high.

2.

Hebron.

Morning Hymn.

L. M

Pierpont.

1 O GOD! I thank thee that the night In peace and rest has passed away,

And that I see in this fair light

My Father's smile that makes it day.

2 Be thou my guide, and let me live
As under thine all-seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.

3.

Peterboro'.

4.

Morning Hymn.

C. M.

Watts.

1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day
Salutes my waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him, who rules the skies.

2 Great God! Let all our hours be thine,
Whilst we enjoy the light;

Then shall our sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

Morning or Evening Hymn. C. M.

Dedham.

1 ALMIGHTY Father, heavenly King!
Who rulest the world above;
Accept the tribute children bring,
Of gratitude and love.

2 To thee, each morning, when we rise,
Our early vows we pay;

And e'er the night hath closed our eyes,
We thank thee for the day.

3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind,
To us his word hath given;
That children, such as we, may find
The path that leads to heaven.

4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand,
To guide our erring youth;
And lead us to that blissful land,
Where dwells eternal truth.

5, 6.

MORNING HYMN.

5.

6.

Morning Hymn.
Arlington.

C. M.

1 Mr God, thou makest the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,

And, to give light to all below,

Dost send him round the skies.

2 When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.

3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.

4 Give me, O Lord, thine early grace,
Nor let my soul complain,

That the young morning of my days
Has been consumed in vain.

Evening Hymn.

Greenville.

9's & 8's M.

1 HARK! "T is the breeze of twilight calling
Earth's weary children to repose,
While, round the couch of nature falling,
Gently the night's soft curtains close.

2 Guard us, Oh Thou, that never sleepest,
Thou, who, in silence throned above,
Over thy slumb'ring children keepest
A watch of glory, power and love.

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