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2 Bread of our souls! whereon we feed;
True manna from on high !
of realıns beyond the sky!
Victory's triumphant palm !
In sickness, Gilead's balm !
Old age's firm ally!
Will of his glorious Son!
Or heaven itself be won?
625. L. M. BOWRING.
Progress of Gospel Truth. 1 UPON the Gospel's sacred page
The gathered beams of ages shine;
But makes its brightness more divine. 2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight,
From year to year does knowledge soar,
Adds to its influence more and more. 3 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought,
Pours inexhaustible supplies,
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
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;
Truth herself can never die.
She has shed her beams abroad,
May become the sons of God.
Close their eyes and call it night;
But they cannot quench her light ! 4 Thrones may totter, empires crumble,
All their glories cease to be ;
And from bondage sets them free. 5 God himself will e'er defend her
From the fury of her foe,
Sits enthroned o'er all below.
627. 6s. M. LUTHER.
The Death of Martyrs.
Or on the waters cast,
And gathered at the last;
Around us and abroad,
Of witnesses for God.
2 The Father hath received
Their latest living breath;
Of victory in their death :
And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim
The one availing name.
628. 7 & 6s. M. ANONYMOUS.
The morning light is breaking.
The darkness disappears,
To penitential tears :
Brings tidings from afar,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,
In many a gentle shower,
Are opening every hour;
Abundant answer brings,
With peace upon their wings. 3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursne thy onward way,
Nor in thy richness stay;
Triumphant reach their home,
Proclaim the Lord has come.
629. 78. M.
WATERSTON. Nature and the Soul. 1 In each breeze that wanders free,
And each flower that gems the sod, Living souls may hear and see,
Freshly uttered words from God! 2 Had we but a searching mind,
Seeking good where'er it springs, We should then true wisdom find,
Hidden in familiar things! 3 God is present, and doth shine
Through each scene beneath the sky, Kindling, with a light divine,
Every form that meets the eye.
4 Nature with eternal youth
Ever bursts upon the sight,
Mirrors of celestial light!
And eclipsed with fear and doubt,
Throws its shade on that without.
6 While to those, who, pure in heart,
For the Truth their powers employ, She will constant good impart,
And diffuse perpetual joy.
Let her cherish Virtue more;
That unlocks her palace door!
In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And, to the weary, rest. 3 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought, But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.