That in thine o-cean depths its flow May rich er, full er be. 9:25 bb 2 O light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; 3 O joy that seekest me through pain, 4 O cross that liftest up my head, I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms, red, Rev. Geo. Matheson, D.D. 2 Thou, who hast made my home of life so pleasant, O Love Divine, O Helper, ever present, 3 Be near me when all else is from me drifting, 4 Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine, The love that answers mine. I have but thee, O Father! let thy spirit Be with me, then, to comfort and uphold; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm, I merit, 5 Suffice it if my good and ill unreckoned, And both forgiv'n through thy abounding grace- 6 Some humble door among thy many mansions, 7 There, from the music round about me stealing, John Greenleaf Whittier 283 SERENITY C. M. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has yet its Olivet, And love its Galilee. 3 The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 284 ST. AGNES C. M. 4 Through him the first fond prayers are 5 O Lord and Master of us all, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine. J. G. Whittier Rev. J. B. Dykes 2 Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise, 4 I ask not far before to see, I feast at life's full board; And rising in my inner skies, Shines forth the thought of God. 3 At night my gladness is my prayer; But take in trust my road; Life, death, and immortality Are in my thought of God. 5 Be still the light upon my way, My pilgrim staff and rod, My rest by night, my strength by day, O blessed thought of God! Rev. Frederick L. Hosmer 1. Still, still with thee, when pur- ple morning break- eth, When the bird 2 Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, 3 As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, 4 Still, still with thee! as to each new-born morning Harriet Beecher Stowe |