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5 Great God! to thee we consecrate
Our voices and our skill;
To speak alone thy will.
To lift our souls on high ;
Let earth-born passion die.
J. Q. ADAMS.
Death of Children.
i Sure, to the mansions of the blest
When infant innocence ascends,
The spotless spirit's flight attends. 2 On wings of ecstasy they rise,
Beyond where worlds material roll,
Receives the unpolluted soul. 3 There, at the Almighty Father's hand,
Nearest the throne of living light,
And dazzling shine, where all are bright. 4 That inextinguishable beam,
With dust united at our birth,
The more it lingers upon earth.
The stream of glory faintly burns,
6 But when the Lord of mortal breath
Decrees his bounty to resume,
7 No passion fierce, no low desire,
Has quenched the radiance of the flame;
7 & 68. M.
The Spread of the Gospel.
The darkness disappears,
To penitential tears ;
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of
grace come o'er us,
Are opening every hour;
Abundant answers brings,
With peace upon their wings.
3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy onward way;
Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not, till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home; Stay not, till all the holy
Proclaim the Lord has come.
7 & 68. M.
Missionary Hymn. i From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river,
Froin many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,-
And only man is vile?
The gifts of God are strown;
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high, Shail we to inen benighted
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation
Has learnt Mes iah's name.
1 HERE to the High and Holy One
Our fathers early reared
Yet long to them endeared
Held with their covenant God, As oft, in sacred union,
His hallowed courts they trod.
2 Gone are the pious multitudes
That here kept holy time,
For worship more sublime.
In meekness, Lord, thy call; Thy love still celebrating,
Our hope, our trust, our all. * These time-worn walls, the resting-place
So oft from earthly cares
We leave with thanks and prayers ;
Vouchsafed through all the past, With prayers, thy throne addressing
For guidance to the last.
4 Though from this house, so long beloved,
We part with sadness now,
In fairer courts to bow :
So when our souls forsaking
These bodies, fallen and pale,
With joy the change shall hail.
i The perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple, — built by God;
And heaved its pillars one by one. . He hung its starry roof on high, –
The broad, illimitable sky;
3 The mountains in their places stood, —
The sea, the sky, - and “all was good”;
Lord! 't is not ours to make the sea,
R. W. EMERSON
The House our Fathers built to God.
i We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;
Their dust endears the sod.