Robins and their Songs

Make Thy face to shine upon Thy servant

Lord, that I might receive my sight

Arise, He calleth thee

Cast me not away from Thy presence

Pray without ceasing

Let us pray

Just as I am

Christian Year

E. H. Sears

Excelsior

Toplady

Milman

75

78

At Home in Heaven

His servants shall serve Him

And they shall see His face

Who shall ascend to the holy place?

The City of our God

Bought with a price

He had not where to lay His head.

The Righteous Advocate

As many as touched were made perfectly

Doddridge

101

J. S. Monsell

102

104

Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings Toplady

L. R.

Sunday at Home

Lyra Germanica 117

Incompleteness

Light shining out of darkness

Cowper's Grave

Love

The Death of the Sagamore.

The Lord is mindful of His own

Unto us a Son is born

Walk in the light

Adoration

God in everything

Freely ye have received, freely give

Forgiven

Redeemed

Here and there

A Voice from Heaven.

God's Acre .

Hymns from the Land of Luther 165

Longfellow

Discouraged because of the way

When I am weak, then am I strong

167

Living after a Death Poems, by Author of "John Halifax" 200

For ever with the Lord

Morning

Evening

Hymns from the Land of Luther 202

Christian Year. 203

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The Sleep.

"He giveth his beloved sleep."-Psalm cxxvii.

F all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward into souls afar,

Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if there any is,

For gift or grace, surpassing this-
"He giveth His beloved, sleep?"

What would we give to our beloved?
The hero's heart, to be unmoved,
The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep,
The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse,
The monarch's crown, to light the brows?
"He giveth His beloved, sleep."

What do we give to our beloved?
A little faith, all undisproved,

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A little dust, to overweep,
And bitter memories, to make

The whole earth blasted for our sake.
"He giveth His beloved, sleep."

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Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away

Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep: But never doleful dream again

Shall break the happy slumber, when
"He giveth His beloved, sleep."

O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delvéd gold, the wailers heap!
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,
And "giveth His beloved, sleep."

His dews drop mutely on the hill,
His cloud above it saileth still,

Though on its slope men sow and reap;
More softly than the dew is shed,
Or cloud is floated overhead,
"He giveth His beloved, sleep."

Yea, men may wonder while they scan
A living, thinking, feeling man,
Confirmed, in such a rest to keep;
But angels say—and through the word,
I think their happy smile is heard—
"He giveth His beloved, sleep."