be-long; Saints and angels,

en - joy.

288.

I LORD of earth! thy forming hand
Well this beauteous frame hath planned:
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power;

Yet, amid this scene so fair,

Should I cease thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I on earth but thee?

2 Lord of heaven! beyond our sight
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in love's unclouded reign,
Parted hands shall clasp again.
O, that world is passing fair!
Yet, if thou wert absent there,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but thee?

3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast
Seeks in thee its only rest!

I was lost; thy accents mild
Homeward lured thy wandering child.

289.

O! if once thy smile divine
Cease upon my soul to shine,
What were earth or heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but thee?

I HEAVENLY Father, God of Love,
Send thy blessing from above,
Light and life to all impart,
Shine on each believing heart!
Glorious in thy sons appear,
Plant thy heavenly kingdom here, -
All thy kingdom from above,
All the blessedness of love.

2 Plant in us an humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee!
Let us in our spirits prove
All the depths of lowly love;
Let us in our lives express
All the heights of holiness!

I O GOD, unseen but ever near,

Our blessed rest art thou !

And we, in love that hath no fear,
Take refuge with thee now.

2 All soiled with dust our pilgrim feet,
And weary with the way;

We seek thy shelter from the heat
And burden of life's day.

3 0, welcome in the wilderness

The shadow of thy love;

The stream that springs our thirst to bless,
The manna from above!

4 Awhile beside the fount we stay
And eat this bread of thine;
Then go rejoicing on our way,
Renewed with strength divine.

Langdon. C. M.

294.

I FATHER in heaven, to thee my heart
Would lift itself in prayer;

Drive from my soul each earthly thought,
And show thy presence there.

2 Each moment of my life renews The mercies of my Lord, Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.

3 O, help me break the galling chains This world round me has thrown; Each passion of my heart subdue,

Each darling sin disown!

4 O Father, kindle in my breast
A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust
In thy Almighty name!