1 My God, is any hour so sweet, from blush of | morn till evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, the hour of prayer · the hour of prayer. 2 Then is my strength by thee renewed, then are my | sins by thee forgiven; 3 mind. 4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; my spirit | seems in heaven to stay; And ev'n the penitential tear is | wiped away—is wiped away. 5 Lord! till I reach that blissful shore, no privi- | lege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour in | prayer to thee { 76. 1 WHEN winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, 2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, 3 So to the heart that knows thy love, O Purest! And all the babble of life's angry voices 4 Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise | calm and peacefully, 5 O rest of rests! O peace serene, eternal! - in prayer to thee. MRS. STOWE. 3 Yes! loved ones who knew me below, Who learned the new song with me here, In chorus will hail me, I know, And welcome me home with good cheer!—Cho 4 The beautiful gates will unfold, The home of the blood-washed I'll see; The city of saints I'll behold! For, O there's a welcome for me! 5 A sinner made whiter than snow, Cho. 1 THERE'S a land that is fairer than day, :In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.:|| 2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. Cho. 3 To our bountiful Father above, We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of his love, And the blessings that hallow our days!-Cho. 4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, In the joys of the sav'd we shall share; All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.—Cho. 1 THERE were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold: But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of goldAway on the mountains wide and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 2 "Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine; Are they not enough for Thee ?" 2 REFRAIN He is calling, "Come to me;" But the Shepherd made answer, "This 3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind; Is most wonderfully kind.-Refr. 5 With a zeal he will not own.-Refr. Pining souls! come nearer Jesus: Come, but come not doubting thus, Come with faith that trusts more freely His great tenderness for us.-Refr. 6 If our love were but more simple We should take him at his word; 'Ere the Shepherd could bring him 1 0 THINK of a home over there, back." "Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn ?" "They are pierced to-night by many a thorn." By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white. Over there, over there, O think of the home over there. |