The Home of Rest.

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The Home of Rest.

REV. SIR HENRY BAKER, BART.

THERE is a blessed home

Beyond this land of woe,

Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crown d,
And everlasting light

Its glory throws around.

There is a land of peace,
Good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease
Within its portals swell;
Around its glorious Throne

Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One,
And Spirit, evermore.

O joy all joys beyond,

To see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound
In hands, and feet, and side;
To give to Him the praise
Of every triumph won,

And sing through endless days
The great things He hath done.

Look up, ye saints of God,
Nor fear to tread below
The path your Saviour trod
Of daily toil and woe;
Wait but a little while
In uncomplaining love,
His own most gracious smile

Shall welcome you above.

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Submission.

From "The Child's Christian Year."

LORD, how happy should we be

If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest;

And feel at heart that One above

In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.

How far from this our daily life,
How oft disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden wild alarms;

Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thine Almighty arms!

Could we but kneel and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God,
Then rise with lighten'd cheer;
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famish'd raven's cry,
Will hear in that we fear.

We cannot trust Him as we should;
So chafes weak nature's restless mood

To cast its peace away;

But birds and flowerets round us preach, All, all the present evil preach

Sufficient for the day.

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers;

Make them from self to cease,

Leave all things to a Father's will
And taste, before Him lying still,

E'en in affliction peace.

The Glory of Heaven.

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Blessed are those who fear the Lord.
JOHN DUFF.-Music by E. L. Hime.

HOPELESS are those who shun the Lord,

Who turn from truth aside,

Who peril all to gather wealth,

Who languish in their pride;

Troubled their dreams at night shall be,

Sorrow will dim their day,

No cheering voice to breathe of hope;
Friendless they'll pass away.

Bless'd are those who fear the Lord,
Who lead a spotless life,
Who never did a deed of wrong,

Or plunged in angry strife:
Placid and calm their days shall be,
With sweet contentment blest ;

No anxious thoughts shall cloud the hour
They seek eternal rest.

The Glory of Heaven.

BISHOP RICHARD MANT.

ROUND the Lord in glory seated

Cherubim and seraphim

Fill'd His temple, and repeated
Each to each th' alternate hymn.

"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven,
"Earth is with its fulness stored;

"Unto Thee be glory given,

Teach me in health each good to prize,
I, dying, shall esteem ;

And every pleasure to despise,
I then shall worthless deem.

Star of Morn and Even.

F. T. PALGRAVE.

TAR of morn and even,

Sun of Heaven's heaven;

Saviour high and dear,
Toward us turn Thine ear;
Through whate'er may come,
Thou canst lead us home.

Though the gloom be grievous,
Those we leant on leave us,

Though the coward heart
Quit its proper part,
Though the Tempter come,
Thou wilt lead us home.

Saviour pure and holy,
Lover of the lowly,

Sign us with Thy sign,
Take our hands in Thine,
Take our hands and come,
Lead Thy children home.

Star of morn and even,
Shine on us from heaven,

From Thy glory-throne
Hear Thy very own!
Lord and Saviour, come,

Lead us to our home!

Morning Light.

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Morn.

REV. CHARLES WESLEY.

"HRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,

Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night! Day-spring from on high be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams I see,
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;

Fill me, Radiancy Divine,

Scatter all my unbelief!

More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day!

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Morning Light.

FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE.

ORD God of morning and of night,

We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;

As in the dawn the shadows fly,

We seem to find Thee now more nigh.