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THE BEAUTIFUL.

C. D. STUART.

C.M.

1 THE world has much of beautiful,
If man would only see;

A glory in the beaming stars,
The lowest budding tree;
A splendour from the farthest east
Unto the farthest west;
Aye! everything is beautiful,
And we are greatly blest!

2 There is a host of angels, who
With every moment throng,
If we would only list awhile
The cadence of their song;
They speak in every sunny glance
That flashes on the stream,
In every holy thrill of ours,
And every lofty dream.

3 The world is good and beautiful,

We all may know it well,

For there are many thousand tongues,
That every day can tell

What love has cheered them on their way,

O'er every ill above;

It only needs a goodly heart

To know that all is love!

CELESTIAL FLOWERS.

C.M.

T. L. HARRIS.

1 WHEN, in the busy haunts of men,
The meek immortals tread,

A fragrance from the spirit-land
Upon our souls they shed.

2 For, not like flowers of earthly mould
The flowers of heaven are found

In angel hearts, where holy loves
In deathless bloom abound.

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3 And when, 'mid earthly toils, they meet
The dear ones of their care,

They pluck a thorn from every breast,
And plant a blossom there.

4 Then be it ours, through gentle deeds
Of pure and perfect love,

To sow in human hearts the seeds

Of flowers that bloom above.

HOPE ETERNAL.

C.M.

S. F. ADAMS.

1 THE world may change from old to new,
From new to old again;

Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,
Within man's heart remain.

2 The dreams that bless the weary soul,
The struggles of the strong,

Are steps towards some happy goal,
The story of Hope's song.

3 Hope leads the child to plant the flower,
The man to sow the seed;
Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour,
But prompts again to deed.

4 And ere upon the old man's dust
The grass is seen to wave,

We look through falling tears-to trust
Hope's sunshine on the grave.

FROM REALMS SUPERNAL.

C.M.

1 FROM realms supernal, fair, and bright,
They of the second birth,

On holy errands wing their flight
To every home on earth.

2 To sorrowing souls they bear a joy,
To cheerless souls a love,

To weary hearts they tidings bring
Of holy rest above.

J. S. A.

3 The darksome hearth they light with smiles,
The lonely home they throng,

Till the lone pilgrim wakes to bliss

In listening to their song.

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4 They go with champions of the Right,
They nerve the struggling arm;
They watch above their path, and shield
Their every step from harm.

5 They lead the way to victory sure;
E'en though upon the sod

The body falls, they guide the soul
In triumph on to God.

SHE PASSED IN BEAUTY.
C.M.

1 SHE passed in beauty! like a rose
Blown from its parent stem;
She passed in beauty! like a pearl
Dropped from a diadem.

2 She passed in beauty! like a ray
Along a moonlight lake;

She passed in beauty! like the song
Of birds among the brake.

3 She passed in beauty! like the snow
On flowers dissolved away;

She passed in beauty! like a star
Lost on the brow of day.

4 She lives in glory! like the stars,
Bright jewels of the night;
She lives in glory! like the sun
When at meridian height.

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TRUTH TRIUMPHANT.

S.M.

1 PRAISE for the glorious light

Which crowns this joyous day;

Whose beams dispel the shades of night,
And wake our grateful lay.

2 Ours is no conquest gained

Upon the tented field;

Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained
The victor's helm and shield.

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The might, the strength, are thine alone!
Thine be our loftiest praise.

THE ANGEL ERA.

J. S. A.

S. P. M.

1 Lo, in the golden sky,
We angel-forms descry;
Celestial hosts descend to-day;

The friends of early years,
From their exalted spheres,
Walk with us on our earthly way.

2 No more we sigh and mourn
O'er loved and loving gone;
They throng around the path we go;
They bless us in our home,

Are with us when we roam,
Our conflicts and our triumphs know.

3 The grave hath lost its dread,
To us there are no dead,

But all do live and love as one;
Our doubts and fears depart,
In each and every heart
The holy will of God is done.

4 Thanks, grateful thanks, we raise
To him who crowns our days
With blessings numberless and free;
In one united band,

As brothers, hand in hand,
Henceforth mankind in joy shall be.

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WELCOME TO ANGELS.

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1 WELCOME, angels, pure and bright,
Children of the living light,
Welcome to our home on earth,
Children of the glorious birth.
2 Welcome, messengers of God,
Teaching not of anger's rod;
Love for all earth's weary throngs
Is the burthen of your songs.

3 Come ye from the realms of light?
Where the day knows not the night,
Where the gems of love alone
Are around your spirits thrown.

4 Oh, we joy to feel you near,
Spirits of the loved and dear;
Chains of love around us twine,
Gems of beauty all divine.

5 Joyously we greet you here,
Children of a brighter sphere;
Guide our feet to realms of love,
To the courts of joy above.

TRUTH AND RIGHT.

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1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; oh, how still
Is the working of his will!

2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently;

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.
3 Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realm of thought;
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper fires !

4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right,
Let them break upon my sight;
Let them shine serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

E. C. HENCK.