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3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn in God alone
Their hope securely stands,

That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

597.

L. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Marriage Hymn.

1 How blest the sacred tie that binds, In union sweet, according minds!

How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are
one!

2 To each the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!
3 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,
When nature droops her sickening fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy-because of love.

598.

L. M.

WATTS.

The Hosanna of Children. Ps. 8.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through the wide earth thy name is spread; And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

;

3 Children amidst thy temples throng
To see their great Redeemer's face
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.

599. P. M. H. WARE, JUN.
Prayer at Morning and Evening.

1 To prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smiles awakes.
His light is on all below and above—
The light of gladness, and life, and love.
O, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
2 To prayer! for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on.
Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows
To shade the couch where his children repose.
Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright,
And give your last thoughts to the Guardian
of night.

600.

C. M. 61.

CONDER.

On the Sea Shore.

1 BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea, Above that dome of sky,

Farther than thought itself can flee,

Thy dwelling is on high;

Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.

2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control;
Yet still thou art not there.
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is everywhere?

3 0, not in circling depth, or height,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from sight,
There does his spirit rest.

O come, thou Presence Infinite,

And make thy creature blest.

601. L. M. BOWRING.
Sleep.

1 REVIVING Sleep! thy sheltering wing
Is o'er the couch of labor spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,
That hovers round the tired one's head.

2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.
3 0, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life's sad waste repairs again.
4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine;
And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear thy voice divine,

"Awake! for death's dark night is passed."

602.

L. M.

WATTS.

At a Funeral.

1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in thy dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch its soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the
bed;

Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word! Restore thy trust! the glorious form Shall then arise, to meet the Lord.

603.

P. M.

MILMAN.

At a Funeral.

1 BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown:
From the burden of the flesh,

And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

2 Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail,

Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail :

And there thou'rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

3 "Earth to earth," and "dust to dust,"
The solemn priest hath said;
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed:
But thy spirit, brother! soars away
Among the faithful blest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

604.

L. M.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

The Last Day.

1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day?

2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead!-

3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

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