The perfect bliss, the spotless sight,-
It is not here, but there;

So still I sing in every state,
Always, where'er I be:

'Be still, my heart, be still and wait; He loveth thee.'

2 Oh, but for Him I could not sing, However fair my lot;

For dark night droops, and dark things spring
Round me on every spot;

But now I sing with joy elate,
Always, where'er I be:

'Be still, my heart, be still and wait;
He loveth thee.'

3 And now, whatever things I see,

The mighty or the fair,

I know the best is waiting me,

For perfect things are there;

A child of grace, and not of fate,
I sing, where'er I be:

'Be still, my heart, be still and wait;
He loveth thee.'

4 My God will end where He began,
His end cannot be pain;
The glory of the Incarnate Son

Must be eternal gain;

So, there in His eternal state,

His meaning thou shalt see:

'Be still, my heart, be still and wait; He loveth thee.'

E. Paxton Hood.

J. BARNBY.

445

10PARADISE ! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest? Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight?

2 0 Paradise! O Paradise!

The world is growing old;

Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight?

3 0 Paradise! O Paradise!
"Tis weary waiting here;

I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;
All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

4 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;

I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;
All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.