Hymns.

No. I.

"Lift up your hands in the sanctuary, and bless the Lord." -Ps. CXXXIV. 2.

HALLELUJAH! Fairest morning,

Fairer than my words can say,

Down I lay the heavy burden
Of life's toil and care to-day;
While this morn of joy and love
Brings fresh vigour from above.

Sunday, full of holy glory!

Sweetest rest-day of the soul,
Light upon a darkened world
From thy blessed moments roll.
Holy, happy, heavenly day,
Thou canst charm my grief away.

Now I taste my Father's goodness,
Falling like the morning dew,
While of pastures even fairer
I would take a distant view;
Where my Shepherd's flock I see,
Where my dwelling soon shall be !

Oh, be silent, earthly turmoil,

I have work more sweet and blest,
And each thought would gather homeward
On this happy day of rest;

Thus with clearer faith to see
All my Lord has done for me.

In the gladness of His worship
I will seek my joy to-day :
It is then I learn the fulness

Of the grace for which I pray,
When the Word of Life is given,

Like the Saviour's voice from heaven.

Let the day's sweet hours be ended
Cheerfully, as they've begun ;
And, Thy blessing, Lord, be granted,
Till earth's days and weeks are done :
That at last Thy servant may
Keep eternal Sabbath-day.

No. 2.

"Peace from the Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour."—TIT. i. 4.

WE close the weary eye,

Saviour ever near:

We lift our souls on high
Through the darkness drear;
Be Thou our light, we cry,
Saviour ever dear.

We feel Thine arms around,
Saviour ever near :
With Thee let us be found;
Then we shall not fear
Whatever ills abound,

Saviour ever dear.

Thine is the day and night,
Saviour ever near :
Thine is the dark and light;

Be our shelter here :

Oh, shield us with Thy might,
Saviour ever dear

And when we come to die,
Saviour ever near :
Receive our parting sigh,
And in the hour of fear
Be to our spirit nigh,

Saviour ever dear.

No. 3.

Amen.

"And where I am, there shall also My servant be."
-ST. JOHN xii. 26.

LET me be with Thee where Thou art,

My Saviour, my eternal Rest:

Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and completely blest.

Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Thy unveiled glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold.

Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where spotless Saints Thy Name adore,
Then only will this evil heart

Be sinful and defiled no more.

Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove;
There neither life nor death can part

Me from Thy Presence and Thy Love.

Amen.

No. 4.

"In My Father's house are many mansions."-ST. JOHN xiv. 2.

PWARD where the stars are burning,

UPW

Silent, silent, in their turning

Round the never-changing pole ;

Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,
Lift I now my longing soul.

Far beyond that arch of gladness,
Far beyond these clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair.
Far from pain, and sin, and folly,
In that palace of the holy;

I would find my mansion there.

Where the glory brightly dwelleth,
Where the new song sweetly swelleth,
And the discord never comes;
Where life's stream is ever laving,
And the palm is ever waving;

That must be the home of homes.

Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him,
Son of God, they own, they own Him,
With His Name the palace rings.

Blessing, honour, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at His blessed feet.

Poor the praise that now we render,

Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before His throne we meet. Amen.

No. 5.

"Learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly in heart."

C

-ST. MATT. xi. 29.

'HRIST'S path was sad and lowly,
But yet thou in thy pride,

Wouldst climb the highest summit, And on the height abide! Wouldst thou to heaven arise?

My Lord the way will show thee, For who would climb these skies, Must first with Him be lowly.

Lowly, my soul, be lowly,
Follow the paths of old:
The feather riseth lightly,
But never so the gold!
The stream descending fast,
Has gathered, quietly, slowly-
A river rolls at last-

Therefore, my soul, be lowly.

Lowly, my eyes, be lowly.

God, from His throne above,
Looks down upon the humble
In kindness and in love.
Still, as I rise, I shall

Have greater depths below me, And haughty looks must fallTherefore, mine eyes, be lowly.

Lowly, my hands, be lowly,
Christ's poor around us dwell,
Stoop down, and kindly cherish
The flock He loves so well.
Not toiling to secure

This world's fame and glory—
Thy Saviour blessed the poor,
Therefore, my hands, be lowly.

Lowly, my heart, be lowly.

So God shall dwell with thee,
It is the meek and patient
Who shall exalted be.