Hopes and joys, and tears and toiling,
To Thine eyes, Omniscient, clear;
All life's good to Thee is owing,
Prosper hence, Thy strength bestowing,
On Thy children this New Year.

107.

O DAY OF GOD.

I. O DAY OF GOD!

Thou comst

(Col-Nidre.)

And the heart bows down,

And fear o'ershadows the spirit.
She remembers now her evil ways,

H.-I. S. M.

As no more her righteous Judge delays,—
And trembles.

She weeps, she sighs, she moans, she cries,
Overwhelmed with sorrow.

Courage, heart! Rise now from the
dust!-

Heavenward lift thine eyes in trust!
Lo, thy gracious Lord

Speaks the saving word

Of reconciliation.

See Thou my heart's contrition,

And bow Thine ear!

Hear, O hear the voice of my petition,

Banish my fear!

Blot out my evil ways,

Open the doors of grace,
Bid us enter there!

II.

HARK! THE VOICE OF THE LORD!

He calls

In the evening shadows,

The hour of silent devotion.

Brothers, hear the loving voice and mild! Sons of men, it calls, be reconciled,

Reconciled!

O, hear the call!

Obedient be,

Cease, all eyes, from weeping.

Brothers, come! Here be renewed
Bonds of love and brotherhood!
Hearts the morn shall see

From all hatred free-

Speed the reconciling!

Hark, who weeps?

They weep for thy friendship vanished-
The bond renew!

Hark, who grieves?

The brother thy hate has banished

The wrong undo!

God loveth all who live,

As He forgives, forgive,

Loyal be and true!

III. YEA, DAY OF GOD!

Oh come!

And fill all our spirits

With peace and with gladness from heaven.

From the eventide to eventide

Let all earthly thoughts be sanctified

In prayer!

Upward to God, upward to God,

Sons of earth, together!

Lift the voice of prayer and song,

Heavenward borne on the current strong,

Upward all aspire!

In the angel choir

Blend our prayers and praises.

Day of God,

True messenger from heaven,

Guide our return!

Day of God, come with the glow of even,

Bright thy beams burn!

Till comes again the night

Lead us in the paths of light,

Holier life to learn.

L. S. tr. F. L. H.

108.

THE GREAT DAY.

(Yom Kippur.)

O day of awe, yet hope inspiring,
To deep devotion summon's here;
With loving fear Thy will enquiring,
We to Thy presence now draw near.

Assured Thou 'lt answer our petition,
Our guilt in mercy wilt forgive,
This bids, 'midst trembling deep contrition,
The star of hope arise and live.

Oh, great our guilt, our sins unnumbered,
Leave us without one potent plea,

Our souls with grief and pain encumbered, Can only comfort find in Thee.

Thine aid we humbly come adjuring,
Poor sinners we, oh help afford!
And in Thy mercy e'er enduring,
Forgive in pity, gracious Lord.

109.

PRAYER FOR FORGIVENESS.

Oh remember not the errors

H.-I. S. M.

Of my youth, my God, I pray;
Save me from Thy judgment's terrors,
Let me find Thy grace this day.
For my sins I bring contrition,
Father, wilt thou give remission;
Hear O Lord, and answer me,
For my soul hopes but in Thee.
Even those in error living,

Still are cherished, Lord, by Thee;
Merciful Thou art, forgiving,

All who their transgressions flee.
Thou dost save the lost, the straying.
Conscience speaks insistent, saying:
Haste, to duty's paths return,
Those that come Thou wilt not spurn.

110.

REPENTANCE.

H.-I. S. M.

All who come, from evil turning,
Sorrowing and guilt oppressed,
For Thy help and comfort yearning,
With Thy mercy will be blessed.
Joy, Thy gift, all fear displaces,
And removeth terror's traces;
It unburdens of its sin
Tenderly the heart within.

Thine I am in full surrender,
Leave me not, my Lord, my God;
While I faithful duty tender,

To my purpose help afford.
Then no luring sin can hold me,
And no evil can enfold me.
From the burden of its sin,
Cleansed is now the heart within.

111.

H.-I. S. M.

YEARNING FOR GOD.

Longingly my soul is soaring

Upward O my God tow'rd Thee;
All Thy boundless grace adoring,
Ever precious 'tis to me.
God of love and life unfailing,
None e'er sought Thee unavailing;
None but scorners of Thy grace
Perish, ne'er to see Thy face.

Wilt Thou, heart and soul instructing,
Teach me, Lord, Thy will, Thy way,
Guide, Thyself my paths conducting,
Then I shall not go astray.
Trust in Thee can not be shaken,
I shall never be forsaken,

For Thy faithful Father-heart
Is eternal as Thou art.

112.

H.-I. S. M.

O THEE WE GIVE OURSELVES.

To Thee we give ourselves to-day;
Forgetful of the world outside,
We tarry in Thy house, O God!
From eventide to eventide.