1 THE look, the fashion of God's ways
Love's life-long study are;
She can be bold, and guess, and act,
When reason would not dare.
2 She has a prudence of her own;
Her step is firm and free;
Yet there is cautious science, too,
In her simplicity.
3 Workman of God! O, lose not heart,
But learn what God is like;
And in the darkest battle field
Thou shalt know where to strike.
4 O, blessed is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell
That God is on the field, when he
Is most invisible.
5 And blessed is he who can divine
Where real right doth lie,
And dares to take the side that seems
Wrong to man's blindfold eye.
6 O, learn to scorn the praise of men!
O, learn to lose with God!
For Jesus won the world through shame,
And beckons thee his road.
7 For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
The Power of Prayer.
1 THERE is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams of light.
2 There is an arm that never tires,
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.
3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is filled with angel songs;
That love is throned on high.
4 But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain..
5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne;
And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down!
1 THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays,
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, -
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath thy kindling eye;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
1 HIGH on a hill of dazzling light
The King of Glory spreads his seat,
And troops of angels, stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 Thy wingéd troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below:
Here we are sailing to thy coasts;
Let angels be our convoys too.
3 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come,
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard their children to their home.
1 IT is the one true light,
When other lamps grow dim,
'T will never burn less purely bright,
Nor lead astray from Him.
It is Love's blessed band,
That reaches from the throne
whoe'er he be- whose hand
Will seize it for his own!
2 It is the golden key
Unto celestial wealth,
Joy to the sons of poverty,
And to the sick man, health!
The gently proffered aid
Of One who knows and best
Supplies the beings He has made
With what will make them blest.
3 It is the sweetest sound
That infant years can hear,
Travelling across that holy ground,
With God and angels near.
There rests the weary head,
There age and sorrow go;
And how it smooths the dying bed,
O, let the Christian show!
1 UPON the Gospel's sacred page
The gathered beams of ages shine;
And, as it hastens, every age
But makes its brightness more divine,
2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight,
From year to year does knowledge soar, And, as it soars, the Gospel light
Adds to its influence more and more.
3 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought, Pours inexhaustible supplies,
Whence sagest teachers may be taught,
And wisdom's self become more wise.
4 More glorious still as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
Expanding with the expanding soul,
Its waters shall o'erflow the world ;-
5 Flow to restore, but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps each lingering mist away.
1 ALL hail, the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all!
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