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HYMN OF TRUST.
LOVE Divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthborn care,
We smile at pain while Thou art near !
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near !
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near!
On Thee we fing our burdening woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear, Content to suffer, while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near !
Dr. O. W. Holmes. MORNING HYMN.
WAKE, my soul! awake, mine eyes !
Awake, my faculties !
My life unblameable and pure ;
may wait my
SL Fired with be holding vanities :
LEEP! drowsy Sleep! come close mine eyes,
Sweet flumbers, come, and chase away
Thomas Flatman. EVENING HYMN.
CIETLY reft the woods and dales,
Silence round the hearth prevails,
The world is all alleep: Thou, my soul, in thought arise,
Seek thy Father in the skies, And holy vigils with Him keep.
Sun, where hidest thou thy light?
Thy dark and ancient foe?
Jesus comes with light divine, To cheer my pilgrimage below.
Now that day has passed away,
Bespangle the blue sky :
When I hear my Lord's command
Now this body seeks for rest,
Types of mortality :
Garments beautiful and fair White robes of glorious majesty.
Head, and feet, and hands, once more
And night with gladness see.
Reft from all thy toil below,
Weary limbs, now rest ye here;
Seek number on this bed :
Other hands shall soon prepare My narrow couch among the dead.
While my eyes I gently close,
Who shall my guardian be?
(And Thou wilt the trust receive,) O Israel's Watchman! unto Thee.
O my friends! from you this day
No danger near have come.
Give to my beloved sleep,