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5 The sky is as a temple's arch :
The blue and wavy air
Of messengers at prayer.
Via Crucis, via Lacis.
1 Through night to light! And though to mortal
eyes Creation's face a pall of horror wear, Good cheer! good cheer! The gloom of midnight
flies : Soon shall a sunrise follow, mild and fair.
2 Through storm to calm! And though His thun
der-car The rumbling tempest drive through earth and sky, Good cheer! good cheer! The elemental war Tells that a blessed, healing hour is nigh.
3 Through toil to sleep! And though the sultry
noon, With heavy, drooping wing, oppress thee now, Good cheer! good cheer! The cool of evening
Shall lull to sweet repose thy weary brow.
4 Through cross to crown! And though thy spirit
life Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter
strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at
6 Through woe to joy! And though at noon thoa
weep, And though the midnight find thee weeping still, Good cheer! good cheer! The Shepherd loves
his sheep; Resign thee to the watchful Father's will. 6 Through death to life! And through this vale of
"Lovest thou me!” 1 “Lovest thou me?" I hear
say: Would that my heart had power to answer, " Yea; Thou knowest all things, Lord, in heaven above
And earth beneath ; thou knowest that I love." . But 't is not so: in word, in deed, in thought,
I do not, cannot love thee as I ought;
Earth's broken Ties.
1 The broken ties of happier days,
How often do they seem
Like a remembered dream!
In sparkling ruin lies,
Unite these broken ties.
20 who, in such a world as this,
Could bear their lot of pain, Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain!
Who reigns above the skies;
By faith's endearing ties.
3 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love
And speed its flight above.
And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest,
And trust to holier ties.
“Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out."
1 Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, to thee I come! 2 2. Just as I am, — though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within, and foes without,
O Lamb of God, to thee I come!
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
4 Just as I am, - thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
5 Just as I
am, thy love now known
H. M. WILLIAMS.
God seen in Al.
1 My God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,
The evening slowly spreads her shade,
3 In every scene thy hands have dressed,
In every form by thee impressed,
A voice is heard of praise and love.
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul
686. H. WARE, JR.
On opening an Organ. i All nature's works His praise declare
To whom they all belong; There is a voice in every star,
In every breeze a song.
With strains of love and power;
The thunder and the shower.
3 To God the tribes of ocean cry,
And birds upon the wing;
Their tuneful tribute bring.
4 Like them let man the throne surround,
With them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftiest sound
Assist his feeble praise.