Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn

Oh 't is a folly and a crime

Oh! when the hours of life are past
Once more, my soul! the rising day
One prayer I have, all prayers in one.
On the dark wave of Galilee

On the first Christian Sabbath eve
Our Father, full of grace divine

Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name
Our God, where'er thy people meet

Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him
Praise to God! oh let us raise

See! another year is gone

"See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews

Soon as my youth ul lips can speak

60

171

16

Soon will set the Sabbath sun

Suppliant, lo! thy children bend.

Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way 112

Ten thousand different flowers

190

The bosom, where I oft have lain

The day is past and gone

The lilies of the field

153

8

148

The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know

The Lord is risen indeed

36

114

The morning dawns upon the place

107

The night is past and gone

18

Then shone Almighty power and love

109

There is a glorious world of light
There is a grassy bed

166

154

There is a land of pure delight
There is an hour of peaceful rest
There is a path that leads to God
There seems a voice in every gale

163

174

130

187

INDEX.

There's not a tint that paints the rose
'The saints on earth and those above
The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
The Son of God came down from heaven
The spirit breathes upon the word

The sun has gone to rest

The thunder bursts! its rolling might

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love
This is the day when Christ arose

Thou art gone to the grave! but we wiH not deplore
thee

Thou art, Oh God, the life and light

Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream
Thou, who didst with love and blessing
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze
"T is Jesus speaks! "I fold," says he
"T is midnight, and on Olive's brow
"T is summer, glorious summer
To Thee, the little children's Friend
To thy temple I repair

Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside
'T was by an order from the Lord

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb

Upward I lift mine eyes

Wake not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation

We bless Thee for this sacred day

We come our Sabbath hymn to raise

vii

32

176

97

177

80

68

25

196

169

13

156

193

157

103

202

121

120

150

102

188

197

48

128

69

155

39

93

23

160

100

200

21

136

Were not the sinful Mary's tears
We seem to hear a voice of praise
We 've passed another Sabbath day
What is there, Lord, a child can do
What souls are those, that venture near
When brighter suns and milder skies

165

When daily I kneel down to pray

When flowers in summer appear

When for some little insult given
When gathering clouds around I view
When, his salvation bringing

When in my heart rise angry thoughts
When Jesus Christ was here below

186

53

192

75

95

99

126

118

While beauty clothes the fertile vale

While with ceaseless course the sun

While shepherds watched their flocks by night

Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power
Whither but to Thee, Oh Lord

Why should we spend our youthful days
With songs and honors sounding loud.

W. B. O. Peabody.

1 My God! by thy directing power,
The rising light returns;

And high within his morning tower
The sun serenely burns.

2 Thou faithful guardian of my days!
I owe my heart to thee;
To thee my earliest prayers I raise,
And fervent they shall be.

3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath
Secure from harm and pain,
While many an eye was closed in death,
And shall not wake again.

4 Oh! thus protect me till the last
Long hour of rest is nigh,

And thus when death's long sleep is past,
Awake my soul on high.

2.

Hebron.

Morning Hymn.

L. M

Pierpont.

1 O GOD! I thank thee that the night In peace and rest has passed away,

And that I see in this fair light

My Father's smile that makes it day.

3,

4.

MORNING HYMN.

2 Be thou my guide, and let me live
As under thine all-seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.

3.

Peterboro'.

4.

Morning Hymn.

C. M.

Watts.

1 ́ONCE more, my soul! the rising day
Salutes my waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him, who rules the skies.

2 Great God! Let all our hours be thine,
Whilst we enjoy the light;

Then shall our sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

Morning or Evening Hymn.

Dedham.

1 ALMIGHTY Father, heavenly King!
Who rulest the world above;
Accept the tribute children bring,
Of gratitude and love.

C. M.

2 To thee, each morning, when we rise,
Our early vows we pay;

And e'er the night hath closed our eyes,
We thank thee for the day.

3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind,
To us his word hath given;
That children, such as we, may find
The path that leads to heaven.

4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand,
To guide our erring youth;
And lead us to that blissful land,
Where dwells eternal truth.