3 O God of pure affection,
By men and saints adored,
O, give us thy protection
Around this nuptial board;
May thy rich bounties ever
To wedded love be shown,
And no rude hand dissever
Whom thou hast linked in one.

883.

C. M.

Marriage Hymn.

L. H. SIGOURNEY.

1 NOT for the summer's hour alone,
When skies resplendent shine,
And youth and pleasure fill the throne,
Our hearts and hands we join;

2 But for those stern and wintry days
Of sorrow, pain, and fear,

When Heaven's wise discipline doth make
Our earthly journey drear ;-

3 Not for this span of life alone,
Which like a blast doth fly,
And as the transient flowers of grass
Just blossom, droop, and die ;-

4 But for a being without end
This vow of love we take;
O God, one home at last,
For thy great mercy's sake.

Grant us,

1 SWIFT as the wingéd arrow flies,

My time is hastening on ;

ANONYMOUS.

Quick as the lightning from the skies,
My wasting moments run.

2 O, let thy spirit lead me still,
Along the happy road;

Conform me to thy holy will,
My Father and my God.

3 Another year of life is past;
My heart to thee incline,
That if this year should be my last,
It may be wholly thine.

885.

L. M.

Temperance Hymn.

ANONYMOUS.

1 GOD of our fathers, 't is thy hand
Hath turned the tide of death away,
That rolled in madness o'er the land,
And filled thy people with dismay.
2 Thy voice awaked us from our dream ;
Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel;
'T was thy own light whose radiant beam
Came down our duty to reveal.

3 Almighty Parent, still in thee

Our spirits trust for strength divine;
Gird us with heaven's own energy,
And o'er our paths let wisdom shine.
4 The work of man's destruction stay;
The tide of fire still backward press;
Drive each delusive mist away,
And every humble effort bless.

886.

6 & 4s. M.

Temperance Hymn.

1 LET the still air rejoice,
Be every youthful voice

Blended in one :

While we renew our strain
To Him, with joy, again,
Who sends the evening rain,
And morning sun.

PIERPONT.

887.

2 His hand in beauty gives
Each flower and plant that lives,
Each sunny rill;

Springs which our footsteps meet,
Fountains! our lips to greet,

Waters! whose taste is sweet,
On rock and hill.

3 Each summer bird that sings
Drinks from dear Nature's springs
Her early dew;

And the refreshing shower
Falls on each herb and flower,
Giving it life and power,
Fragrant and new.

4 So let each faithful child
Drink of this fountain mild,
From early youth;

Then shall the song we raise
Be heard in future days,
Ours be the pleasant ways
Of peace and truth.

5 Now let each heart and hand,
Of all this youthful band,
United, move!

Till on the mountain's brow,
And in the vale below,
Our land may ever glow
With peace and love.

S. M.

Temperance Anniversary.

M. W. HALE.

1 PRAISE for the glorious light
Which crowns this joyous day;

Whose beams dispel the shades of night,
And wake our grateful lay!

2 Praise for the mighty band,
Redeemed from error's chain,
Whose echoing voices, through our land,
Join our triumphant strain!

3 Ours is no conquest gained
Upon the tented field;

Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained
The victor's helm and shield.

4 But the strong might of love,

And truth's all-pleading voice,
As angels bending from above,
Have made our hearts rejoice.
5 Lord! upward to thy throne

Th' imploring voice we raise ;
The might, the strength, are thine alone!
Thine be our loftiest praise.

888.

8, 7, & 4s. M.

"It is finished!"

ANONYMOUS.

1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky
"It is finished!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2" It is finished!"-O, what pleasure
Do these sacred words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord!
"It is finished!"

Saints, the dying words record!

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs!
Join to sing the pleasing theme;

All in earth and heaven uniting,
Join to praise Immanuel's name :
Hallelujah!

889.

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

P. M.

He has gone to his God.

NORTON.

1 HE has gone to his God; he has gone to his home;

No more amid peril and error to roam;

His eyes are no longer dim ;

His feet will no more falter;

No grief can follow him;

No pang his cheek can alter.

2 There are paleness and weeping and sighs below;
For our faith is faint and our tears will flow;
But the harps of heaven are ringing;

Glad angels come to greet him,
And hymns of joy are singing;

While old friends pass to meet him.

3 O, honored, belovéd, to earth unconfined,

Thou hast soared on high, thou 'st left us behind;
But our parting is not for ever,

We will follow thee by heaven's light,

Where the grave cannot dissever

The souls whom God will unite.

890.

11s. M.

CUNNINGHAM.

"Are they not all ministering Spirits ? " 1 HOW cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss Will bow their bright wings to a world such as this; Will leave the sweet joys of the mansions above, To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love. 2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come,— Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home,

Some pilgrim to snatch from this stormy abode,
And lay him to rest in the arms of his God.