“T, from Greenland's frozen land;
I, from India's sultry plain;
I, from Afric's barren sand;

I, from islands of the main.
2 “All our earthly journey past,

Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky.”
Each the welcome “come" awaits,
Conquerors over death and sin;
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,
Let the little travellers in.

876

Mark xvi. 15.

C. M.
ND are there countries far away,

Where Bibles never go?
Fruitful, and beautiful, and gay,

But lost in sin and woe.
2 “Go, preach my gospel,” Jesus said ;

To every creature bear
The stream of life, the living bread,

And I will bless you there. 3 Lord, let us go, or let us send

This word of truth abroad;
Gladly our little help we'll lend,

That men may know the Lord.
4 Some childish pleasures we resign,

And this one pleasure choose ;
To teach the heathen they are Thine,

And send the gospel news
877
Matt. xviil. 14.

P. M. * A heaven

Thousands of children stand ;
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band;

Singing glory, glory, glory.

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 lxiv. 6. 8.7. HORNE EE the leaves around us falling,

1

;

Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,

In a sad and solemn sound. 2 Youth, on length of days presuming,

Whó 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. 6 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. i. 24.

L. M.

S. WESLEY.

,

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

W away

Job xiv, 2.

C. M. 1

By death's resistless hand,
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 sáve; 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 cxix. 62. L. M.

KENN. 1 :

Y God, now I from sleep awake,
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.

6 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

7.6.

1 Thess. v. 17. when the morning shineth,

1

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.