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From Thy all-searching, righteous eye
Who could endure shouldst Thou, O God,
() may we lay to neart how swift
THE SUN GOES DOWN.
The sun goes down, the shadows rise,
The day of God is near its close ;
A gentle breeze foretells repose.
While still in clouds the sun delays,
Let us soar up, soar up to heaven;
New hope unto our souls be given.
And when our sun of life retreats,
When evening shadows 'round us hover, Our restless heart no longer beats,
And grave-ward sinks our earthly cover, We shall behold a glorious sight: In the eve there shall be light.
Let all the nations sing,
Unto the Lord, our King !
Renewed the barren groundRich harvest decks the land,
And plenty smiles around. Praise ye the Lord, proclaim His might,
Who made our fathers free,
The sun of liberty.
Its bright and genial ray,
Wide o'er the land to-day.
To the Almighty's throne,
Who reigns supreme alone.
Whom earth and heaven adore, Let hallelujahs swell
His praise for evermore!
J. K. G.
THE JOY OF HARVEST.
Oh let us come God's grace with praise ex
pressing With thankfulness, His benefits confessing; Glad is the soul, the heart with joy imbued To God, when bowed in fervent gratitude.
On all our paths we knew Thy kind protec
tion, 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.
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
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
H.-I. S. M.
But as a passing guest,
When time its course has run,
Through all my journey's length,
H. I. S. M.
THE PILGRIM'S SONG.
Seared deserts o'er,
He lives, thy Tower,
My shield and stay,
Be hall or cot,
H.-1. S. M.
THE CROWN OF FAITH.
Steadfastly our faith defending,
Ne’er our trust in God disown; While for truth and light contending
None shall rob us of our crown.
As the ancient heroes speeding,
Sang on their victorious way, Singing follow we their leading,
Lord, Thou art our help and stay.