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3 Father, I see thy sun arise,

To cheer thy friends and enemies;
And when thy rain from heaven descends,
Thy bounty both alike befriends.

4 Enlarge my soul with love like thine;
My moral powers by grace refine;
So shall I feel another's woe,
And cheerful feed a hungry foe.

5 I hope for pardon, through thy Son,
For all the sins which I have done;
O, may the grace which pardons me,
Constrain me to forgive like thee!

621.

S. M.

STEELE.

God our Father.

1 My Father! cheering name!
O may I call thee mine?

Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What real harm can reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy will denies,
I calmly would resign;

For thou art just and good and wise.
O bend my will to thine!

4 Whate'er thy will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a Father reigns,
And trust a Father's care.

5 Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

6 My Father! blissful name!
Above expression dear!

If thou accept my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

622.

C. M.

BERRIDGE.

Blessings of Providence and Redemption.

1 THY goodness, Lord! our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore;

A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare In every golden ray;

Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;

With joyful clusters loads the vine,
With strength'ning grain the fields.

4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord!
Is in the gospel seen;

There, like the sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

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623.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

Light and Comfort from the Scriptures. 1 To God, its source, my soul aspires; Come, Lord, and fill my vast desires: Be thou my portion; here I rest, Since of my utmost wish possessed. 2 O! let thy sacred word impart Its quickening influence to my heart; With power and light, and love divine, Assure my soul that thou art mine. 3 The blissful word, with joy replete, Shall bid my gloomy fears retreat; And heaven-born hope, serenely bright, Shine cheerful through this mortal night.

4 Then shall my joyful spirit rise On wings of faith above the skies;

And when these transient scenes are o'er
And this vain world shall tempt no more;

5 0, may I reach the blissful plains,
Where thy unclouded glory reigns;
And dwell forever near thy throne,
In joys to mortal thought unknown.

624.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Bible.

1 LAMP of our feet! whereby we trace
Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace!
Brook by the traveller's way!

2 Bread of our souls! whereon we feed;
True manna from on high!

Our guide and chart! wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky!

3 Our shield and buckler in the fight!
Victory's triumphant palm!

Comfort in grief! in weakness might!
In sickness, Gilead's balm!

4 Childhood's preceptor! manhood's trust!
Old age's firm ally!

Our hope,--when we go down to dust-
Our immortality!

5 Word of the ever-living God!
Will of his glorious Son!

Without Thee how could earth be trod,
Or heaven itself be won?

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Progress of Gospel Truth.

1 UPON the Gospel's sacred page
The gathered beams of ages shine;
And, as it hastens, every age

But makes its brightness more divine.

2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight,
From year to year does knowledge soar,
And as it soars, the Gospel light

Adds to its influence more and more.

3 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought, Pours inexhaustible supplies,

Whence sagest teachers may be taught,
And Wisdom's self become more wise.

4 More glorious still as centuries roll,
New regions blessed, new powers unfurled,
Expanding with the expanding soul,
Its waters shall o'erflow the world;-
5 Flow to restore, but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps each lingering mist away.

626.

8 & 7s. M.

WATERSTON.

"As for the truth, it endureth and is always strong.” 1 THEORIES, which thousands cherish,

Pass like clouds that sweep the sky;
Creeds and dogmas all may perish;
Truth herself can never die.

2 From the glorious heavens above her,
She has shed her beams abroad,
That the souls who truly love her,
May become the sons of God.

3 Worldlings blindly may refuse her,
Close their eyes and call it night;
Learned scoffers may abuse her,
But they cannot quench her light!

4 Thrones may totter, empires crumble,
All their glories cease to be;

While she, Christ-like, crowns the humble,
And from bondage sets them free.

5 God himself will e'er defend her
From the fury of her foe,
Till she in her native splendor,
Sits enthroned o'er all below.

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