1 0 THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark the world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 But thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

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3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too,

4 Oh, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love

Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above.

5 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;

The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

HEAVENLY COMMUNION. T. L. HARRIS.

C. M.

1 SWEET are the ties that bind in one

The family above,

For through their hearts the raptures run

Of God's eternal love.

2 There everlasting Spring unfolds
The flowers of every clime,
And every form the mind beholds
Is beauteous and sublime.

3 God's love is glory in the sky
And music in the air,

And every breath is melody,
And every thought a prayer.

4 These are the angel-friends who come
When night is calm and still;
With visions of their blessed home
Our quickened hearts to fill.

5 Upon the suffering martyr's way
Hope's brilliant light they shed,
To every child of woe they say,
"Dear heart, be comforted."

6 Give us, our Father! so to live
That we may feel and see
Those fairest angels who receive

Their life's sweet love from thee.

1 0 THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark the world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 But thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

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5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
In life or death teach me to say

Thy will, my God, be done."

6 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will, my God, be done."

SILENCE AS THEIR BENEDICTION.

CHANT.

1 WITH silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come,

Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb.

WHITTIER.

2 Yet would we say what every heart approveth:
Our Father's will,

Calling to him the dear ones whom he loveth,
Is mercy still.

3 Not upon us or ours the solemn angel
Hath evil wrought;

The funeral anthem is a glad evangel;
The good die not!

4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly
What he has given;

They live on earth in thought and deed, as truly
As in his heaven.

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TRUST IN GOD.

L.M.

1 ALL-Seeing God! 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2 Who among men, great Lord of all!
Thy servant to his bar shall call ?
Judge him, for modes of faith thy foe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

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3 Who with another's eye can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Trusting thy grace we form our own ;
And bow to thy commands alone.

4 If wrong, correct; accept, if right,
While faithful we improve our light,
Condemning none, but zealous still
To learn and follow all thy will.

EVENING ASPIRATION.

CHANT.

GOD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light;

Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night;

May thine angel-guards defend us,
Slumbers, sweet, thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night.

THE ECHOING PRAYER.

8s & 7s.

1 THE Sabbath sun was setting slow,
Amid the clouds of even:

"Our Father," breathed a voice below,
66 'Father, who art in heaven."
Beyond the earth, beyond the cloud,
Those infant words were given :
"Our Father," angels sang aloud,
"Father, who art in heaven."

2 "Thy kingdom come," still from the ground,
That childlike voice did pray :

"Thy kingdom come," God's host resound,

Far on their starry way.

"Thy will be done," with loving tongue,

That lisping heart implores:

"Thy will be done," the angelic throng

Sing from seraphic shores.

HEBER