Oh! love the Lord! who, from thy birth P. M. 13. TRUTH AND KNOWLEDGE. (School Hymn.) There is many a flower on the pathway of life, The eye of the pilgrim to cheer, But what flower is so fragrant, so sweet and so fair, As the flower of truth blooming here Here in the garden of truth? There is many a treasure, full precious and bright, Delighting the heart and the mind, But what treasure so fair, in its worth to compare, With the treasure which here we may findKnowledge, the purest of gold? Then blessed be these halls, where religion's bright flame Shines clear and undimmed in its glow; In the day when we prosper, to guide us aright, Our comfort in sorrow and woe Here may it dwell evermore. F. A. 14. WE GIVE THANKS. (School Hymn.) For the sunshine and the rainfall, For our parents and our teachers We give thanks, and we will pay them 15. PRAISE YE THE LORD. Praise ye the Lord! for it is good Break forth, O Israel! into song, Let hymns ascend to heaven's vault; No sweeter task hath mortal tongue, Than its Creator to exalt. Praise ye the Lord! F. A. The firmament's bright starry wall A God who doth in grace abound. Let hallelujah loudly rise! 16. THE LORD OF HEAVEN. The Lord of heaven reigns, All limit He disdains Though ages take their flight, No change in Him it makes, Stars, with His essence fraught, To praise the Hand that wrought As ocean ebbs and flows, Swayed by its viewless guide, In tempest or repose, God still is glorified. P. M. O Lord! let me not fail Desert not Thy frail charge, 17. WITHIN THY TEMPLE. P. M. O God! within Thy temple-walls, Can sorrow at Thy altar raise To naught all human evil shrinks, Where revelation showeth That God each soul to heaven links, Oh! brightest, most benignant boon, With Thee, Creator, to commune That when life's boundary is past, 18. THE LIFE AND LIGHT. P. M. Thou art, O God, the life and light Through golden vistas into heaven,Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath Thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 19. I LIFT MINE EYES. (Psalm 121.) I lift mine eyes unto the hills, And to the boundless sky, Thro' all life's sad and varied ills, T. M. |