5 The sky is as a temple's arch :

The blue and wavy air
Is glorious with the spirit-march

Of messengers at prayer.

108. M.



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

And through this thistle-field of life, ascend
To the great supper, in that world whose years
Of bliss, unfading, cloudless, know no end.

108. M.


"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;
Thy love must give that power, — thy love alone;
There's nothing worthy of thee, but thine own.

C. M.



Earth's broken Ties.

1 The broken ties of happier days,

How often do they seem
To come before the mental gaze,

Like a remembered dream!
Around us each dissevered chain

In sparkling ruin lies,
And earthly hand can ne'er again

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!
That hope the Sovereign Lord has given,

Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites our souls to heaven,

By faith's endearing ties.

3 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love
To lift the lingering heart from earth,

And speed its flight above.
And every pang that wrings the breast,

And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

L. M.



“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!
3 Just as I am, - poor, wretched, blind;

Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, -
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

4 Just as I am, - thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

5 Just as I

am, thy love now known
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, -
O Lamb of God, to thee I come!

L. M.



God seen in Al.

1 My God! all nature owns thy sway;

Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
When all thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong.

2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,

The evening slowly spreads her shade,
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to thee.

3 In every scene thy hands have dressed,

In every form by thee impressed,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the sheltering woods are spread;
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,

A voice is heard of praise and love.
A As o'er thy work the seasons roll,

And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain !
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wandering soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize
Those joys that from thy favor rise!

C. M.

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.
2 Sweet music fills the world abroad

With strains of love and power;
The stormy sea sings praise to God, -

The thunder and the shower.

3 To God the tribes of ocean cry,

And birds upon the wing;
To God the powers that dwell on high

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.

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