SONNET. P. M. 101 When for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are clear, And faith in lively exercise, And distant hills of Canaan rise, The soul for joy then claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, [Vain world adieu, Vain world adieu, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, Vain world [adieu. 141 "When for eternal worlds." 2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore 3 The nearer still she draws to land, 102 PLEYEL'S HYMN. 7s. PLEXEL. 1. Hasten, sinner, to be wise! Stay not for the morrow's sun; 2. Hasten, mercy to implore! Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. 142 The danger of delay. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return! Stay not for the morrow's sun, 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest! Stay not for the morrow's sun, 143 Tribute of praise at parting. 1 CHRISTIANS, brethren, ere we part, Join, and to our Father raise 2 Though we here should meet no more, There, released from toil and pain, 144 Prayer for God's presence. 1 SAVIOUR, at thy feet we bow, At thy people's earnest cry, 2 Thou hast said, where two or three HEAVENLY KING. 103 1. Children of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing; Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2. We are trav'ling home to God, In the way our fathers trod; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 145 The pilgrim's song. 3 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 104 WOODLAND. C. M. GOULD. There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wand'rers given; There is a joy for souls dis-tressed, A ry wounded breast, 'T is found above in heaven. 146 The land of rest. 2 There is a home for weary souls, When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, Appears the dawn of heaven. FREDERICK. 11s. 105 GEO. KINGSLEY. I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 147 I would not live alway. 2 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb! 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, 148 Doxology. O FATHER Almighty, to thee be addressed, |