INDEX. There's not a tint that paints the rose 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 Thou art, Oh God, the life and light Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside 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 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 in my heart rise angry thoughts vii 22 176 97 177 80 68 25 196 169 13 156 193 157 103 202 121 120 150 102 188 197 48 128 69 155 39 93 23 160 100 200 21 136 165 186 53 192 75 95 99 126 118 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 Why should we spend our youthful days 87 62 94 151 203 79 17 185 84 208 37 143 139 189 W. B. O. Peabody. 1 My God! by thy directing power, And high within his morning tower 2 Thou faithful guardian of my days! 3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath 4 Oh! thus protect me till the last And thus when death's long sleep is past, 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 3. Peterboro'. 4. Morning Hymn. C. M. Watts. 1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 2 Great God! Let all our hours be thine, Then shall our sun in smiles decline, Morning or Evening Hymn. C. M. Dedham. 1 ALMIGHTY Father, heavenly King! 2 To thee, each morning, when we rise, And e'er the night hath closed our eyes, 3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind, 4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand, 5, 6. MORNING HYMN. 5. 6. Morning Hymn. C. M. 1 Mr God, thou makest the sun to know And, to give light to all below, Dost send him round the skies. 2 When from the chambers of the east 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4 Give me, O Lord, thine early grace, That the young morning of my days Evening Hymn. Greenville. 9's & 8's M. 1 HARK! "T is the breeze of twilight calling 2 Guard us, Oh Thou, that never sleepest, |