2 What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
How came those children there,

Singing glory, glory, glory?

3 Because the Saviour shed His blood,
To wash away their sin :

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean;

Singing glory, glory, glory.

4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb;

Singing glory, glory, glory.

878 Isaiah Ixiv. 6.

1 (EE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound.

2 Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
3 What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace;
Let not cloudless skies deceive you;
Summer gives to autumn place.
4 Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,
We proclaim the solemn warning,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.

5 On the tree of life eternal,

O let all our hopes be laid; This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

879

1 Pet. 1. 24. L. M. S. WESLEY. 1 THE morning flowers display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold,

As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away.
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shews;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
4 But worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.

880

1

W By death's resistless hand,

THEN blooming youth is snatched away

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh, may this truth impress'd

With awful power,-"I too must die,"
Sink deep in every breast!

3 Let this vain world delude no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;

Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

5 Oh! let us now to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can såve;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

6 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power:
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.

PRIVATE WORSHIP.

881 Psalm exix. 62.

L. M.

Y God, now I from sleep awake,

KENN.

1 M The sole possession of me take:

From midnight terrors me secure,

And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 O may I always ready stand,

With my lamp burning in my hand: May I in sight of heaven rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. 3 All praise to Thee, in light arrayed, Who light Thy dwelling-place hast made; A boundless ocean of bright beams From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams. 4 Blest Jesus, Thou, on heaven intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent: But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired.

5 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart ; Fresh ardours kindle in my heart. One ray of Thine all-quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 6 Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over Thine own sacrifice:

All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, And make my very dreams devout. 7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: Praise Him, all creatures here below: Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

882

1

G

1 Thess. v. 17.

YO when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Cast every fear away,

And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

2 Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee,
Pray too for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself in meekness
A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.

3 But if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,-

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way;

E'en then the silent breathing,

The spirit raised above,

Will reach the throne of glory,

Of mercy, truth, and love.

7.6.

4 Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before His footstool fall:
Remember in thy gladness

His love who gave thee all.
Oh! not a joy or blessing
With this we can compare,
The power that has been given us
To pour our souls in prayer.

883

John xiv. 23.

10's.

LYTE.

Α

BIDE with me, fast falls the eventide ; The darkness thickens: Lord, with me abide ;

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass

away;

Change and decay in all around I see: O Thou who changest not, abide with me. 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord

Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. 4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy

wings;

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with

me.

5 I need Thy presence every passing hour,What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with

me.