From Thy all-searching, righteous eye Who could endure shouldst Thou, O God. We, therefore, seek Thy pard'ning grace O may we lay to heart how swift 113. THE SUN GOES DOWN. G. G. The sun goes down, the shadows rise, While still in clouds the sun delays, And when our sun of life retreats, 114. THANKSGIVING. Succoth. G.-M. J. Loud let the swelling anthems rise, Praise ye the Lord, proclaim His might, A prosperous people hails Its bright and genial ray, And golden peace prevails Then let your hymns of thanks ascend, To whom in gratitude we bend, Who reigns supreme alone. Of His great mercies tell, Whom earth and heaven adore, Let hallelujahs swell His praise for evermore! J. K. G. 115. THE JOY OF HARVEST. Oh let us come God's grace with praise expressing With thankfulness, His benefits confessing; Glad is the soul, the heart with joy imbued To God, when bowed in fervent gratitude. Hallelujah. On all our paths we knew Thy kind protection, And plenty crowned the year by Thy direc tion; Thou didst not for our sins deal punishment, In boundless yearning art Thou o'er us bent. Hallelujah. Rich plenteousness rewarded earnest labor, Freedom and peace encompassed friend and neighbor; Great harvests waved in splendor o'er our land, "Twas all the gift, Lord, of Thy gracious Thee. Hallelujah. Be Thou exalted for Thy grace and power, Lord, God of hosts, be e'er our strength and tower; Receive our thanks, though faltering they be, Oh shield and guard and make us worthy hand." Hallelujah. H.-I. S. M. 116. TABERNACLES. But as a passing guest, And heavenward leads the way When time its course has run, Through all my journey's length, That I prepared may be, To enter home above. 117. THE PILGRIM'S SONG. Seared deserts o'er, Where dragons roar, H.-I. S. M. And myriad dangers lower; No danger heed, Trust in Him ev'ry hour. He lives, thy Tower, Thou shalt not be ashamed. My shield and stay, My Father, true and mild, In sweet content I dwelt in deserts wild. Be hall or cot, My earthly lot, 'Tis as He may design. My highest bliss, To know is this, His guardian care is mine. H.-I. S. M. 118. THE CROWN OF FAITH. Steadfastly our faith defending, As the ancient heroes speeding, Lord, Thou art our help and stay. |