4 And then, as with the olive bough
The heavenly dove of old drew near,
Some gentle words of truth will flow,
In holy music on the ear.
5 O'er all the transient things of time,
The oblivious foot of years hath trod;
But all that's sacred and sublime
Stands steadfast as the truth of God.
Be thy temple full of love;
There we tread on holy ground,
All serene, around, above.
2 While the knee in prayer is bent,
While with praise the heart o'erflows,
Tranquillize the turbulent!
Give the weary one repose!
3 Be the place for worship meet,
Meet the worship for the place;
Contemplation's best retreat,
Shrine of guilelessness and grace!
4 As an infant knows its home,
Lord! may we thy temples know;
Thither for instruction come-
Thence by thee instructed go.
1 LONG be our fathers' temple ours,
Far hence the time in which it falls;
A thousand spirits watch its bowers,
A cloud of angels guard its walls.
2 And be their shield by us possessed;
Lord, rear around the blest abode,
The buttress of a holy breast,
The rampart of a present God.
1 THOUGH faint and sick, and worn away
With poverty and woe,
My widowed feet are doomed to stray
"Mid thorny paths below.
2 Be thou, O Lord, my Father still,
My confidence and guide:
I know that perfect is thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.
3 I know the soul that trusts in thee
Thou never wilt forsake;
And though a bruiséd reed I be,
That reed thou wilt not break.
4 Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go,
Support me on my way,
Though, worn with poverty and woe,
My widowed footsteps stray.
5 To give my weakness strength, O God,
Thy staff shall yet avail;
And though thou chasten with thy rod,
That staff shall never fail
1 WHERE shall the child of sorrow find
A place for calm repose?
Thou, Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!
2 What friend have I in heaven or earth,
What friend to trust but thee?
My father's dead-my mother's dead;
My God, remember me!
3 Thy gracious promise now fulfil,
my trouble cease;
In thee the fatherless shall find
Pure mercy, grace and peace.
4 I've not a secret care or pain,
But he that secret knows ;
Thou, Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!
"The rich and poor meet together."
1 COME the rich and come the poor,
To the Christian temple door;
Let their mingled prayers ascend
To the universal Friend.
2 Here the rich and poor may claim
Common ancestry and name;
Claim a common heritage,
In the gospel's promise page.
3 Of the same materials wrought;
By the same instructor taught;
Walking in life's common way;
Tending to the same decay.
4 Rich and poor at last shall meet
At the heavenly mercy seat;
Where the name of rich and poor
Never shall be uttered more.
1 Он, what a struggle wakes within,
When in the spirit's solitude,
The tempting, treacherous thoughts of sin,
In all their luring smiles intrude!
2 'Tis then, my Father! then I feel
My nature's weakness, and, oppressed,
Like a poor trembling child I steal
To thee, for safety, and for rest.
3 Beneath thy shadow let me live!
Be thou Friend-my
my
Father be!
I bend in trust-I pray! forgive
The erring child that flies to thee!
1 "LET there be light!"-When from on high
O God, that first commandment came,
Forth leaped the sun; and earth and sky
Lay in his light, and felt his flame.
2 "Let there be light!"-The light of grace
And truth, a darkling world to bless,
Came with thy word, when on our race
Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness.
3 Light of our souls! how strong it grows: That sun, how wide his beams he flings, As up the glorious sky he goes,
With light and healing in his wings!
4 Give us that light!
O God, 't is given!
Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls
To those who for the truth have striven;
And Faith walks firmly where it falls.
5 Churches no more, in cold eclipse,
Mourn the withholding of its rays;
It gilds their gates, and on the lips
Of every faithful preacher plays.
1 FALLEN is thy throne, O Israel!-
Silence is on all thy plains,-
Thy dwellings all lie desolate,-
Thy children weep in chains.
Where are the dews that fed thee
On Ethan's barren shore?
That fire from heaven that led thee
Now lights thy path no more!
2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem!
Once she was all thy own!
Her love thy fairest heritage,
Her power thy glory's throne;
Till evil came and blighted
Thy long-loved olive tree,
And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other gods than thee.
3 Then sunk the star of Solyma,
Then passed her glory's day,
Like heath that in the wilderness
The wild wind whirls away.
Silent and waste her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod;
And sunk those guilty towers,
Where Baal reigned as God.
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