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I HATH not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,

As if its inmost depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?

2 Hast thou not heard 'mid forest glades,
While ancient rivers murmured by,
A voice from forth th' eternal shades,
That spake a present Deity?

3 It was the voice of God that spake In silence to thy silent heart, And bade each worthier thought awake, And every dream of earth depart. 4 Voice of our God, O, yet be near!

In low, sweet accents, whisper peace ; Direct us on our pathway here, Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease!

I THE shadows of the evening hours
Fall from the darkening sky,
Upon the fragrance of the flowers

The dews of evening lie:

Before thy throne, O Lord of heaven!
We kneel at close of day;
Look on thy children from on high,
And hear us while we pray.

2 The rays of daylight slowly fade:
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy

That one by one depart;
The bright stars slowly, one by one,
Within the heavens shine:
Give us, O Lord! fresh hopes in heaven,
And trust in things divine.

3 Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God,
Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils, thou

Our trembling hearts defend;
Give us a respite from our toil,

Calm and subdue our woes; Through the long day we labor, Lord: O, give us now repose!

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I THINE arm, O Lord! in days of old,
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave.

To thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied, and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo! thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned thee, the Lord of light.
And now, O Lord! be near to bless,

Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesaret's shore.

3 Though love and might no longer heal By touch, or word, or look;

Though they who do thy work must read
Thy laws in nature's book,-

Yet come to heal the sick man's soul,
Come, cleanse the leprous taint,
Give joy and peace where all is strife,
And strength where all is faint.

Brattle Street. C. M. D.

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54.

I WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled,

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled!

Thy love the powers of thought bestowed:
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed:
That mercy I adore.

2 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see !
Each blessing to my soul more dear
Because conferred by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

3 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

My lifted eye, without a tear,

The lowering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear:
That heart will rest on thee.

55.

I O THOU who art of all that is
Beginning both and end,

We follow thee through unknown paths,
Since all to thee must tend:
Thy judgments are a mighty deep
Beyond all fathom-line;
Our wisdom is the child-like heart;
Our strength, to trust in thine.

2 We bless thee for the skies above,
And for the earth beneath;
For hopes that blossom here below,
And wither not with death;

But most we bless thee for thyself,
O heavenly Light within,
Whose dayspring in our hearts dispels
The darkness of our sin.

3 Be thou in joy our deeper joy,
Our comfort when distressed;
Be thou by day our strength for toil,
And thou by night our rest!

And when these earthly dwellings fail,
And Time's last hour is come,
Be thou, O God, our dwelling-place,
And our eternal home!

I WHEN my love to God grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane !

2 There I walk amid the shades,
While the lingering twilight fades,
See that suffering, friendless One
Weeping, praying there alone.

3 When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary, I go

To thy scenes of fear and woe,

4 There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
See his anguish, see his faith:
Love triumphant still in death!

Horton. 75.

5 Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self-sacrifice.

57.

I LORD, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that thou art near.

2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels ;
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.

3 At the portals of thine house,

We resign our earth-born cares; Nobler thoughts our souls engross, Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

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1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.

2 Thou who, homeless and forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,

Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary wanderer, hither haste.

3 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound!
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.