2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye;-

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

20 what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!.
O what a sun, which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

BARBAULD.

1 My God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below

Doth send him round the skies.

2 When from the chambers of the east,
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.
3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.
4 Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,-
Nor let my soul complain,
That all the morning of my days
Has been consumed in vain.

Whom, when he breathed the fervent prayer, And fly with transport to receive

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2 We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill,

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

3 O let that will, which gave me breath
And an immortal soul,

In joy or grief, in life or death,

My every wish control.

4 O teach my heart the blessed way To imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, in truth to pray, "Thy will, not mine, be done."

52.

FOLLEN.

4 Accept the humble sacrifice
We offer at thy throne,

And when to worlds above we rise,
Accept us as thine own.

53.

1 Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;

And glows once more with angel steps
The path that leads to heaven.

2 O, half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere,
To give to heaven a shining one,
Who walked an angel here.

Children dedicating themselves to the Lord. 3 Unto our Father's will alone

1 O Lord, we're taught thy name to fear,

We're taught thy name to love:

What shall we do? How live while here,

To gain a crown above?

2 We would give up our youthful days,
Our souls, our all, to thee;

Our feeble pow'rs, our words and ways,
And thine alone would be.

3 Our thoughts, affections, all we are,
In this desire unite,

To be the children of thy care,

And walk with thee in light.

One thought hath reconciled;
That he whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home his child.

4 Fold her, O Father in thine arms,
And let her henceforth be

A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and thee.

5 Still let her mild rebukings stand
Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.

WHITTIER.

1. Again from calm and sweet repose, I rise to hail the dawn; Again my waking 2. Glo-ry to thee, Eternal Lord! Oh! teach my heart to pray! And thy blest Spirit's