606. THE STRENGTH OF THE LONELY. 10s M. THOUGH lonely be thy path, fear not, for He And not a grief can darken or surprise, To bid thy helplessness seek strength above. 607. 6 LIKE AS A FATHER PITIETH HIS CHILDREN.' L. M. We have no tears Thou wilt not dry; Thy pity like the dew distils, And crowns with stars our every night. 608. THE MOURNER. 11 & 10s M. WEEP thou, O mourner! but in lamentation Let thy Redeemer still remembered be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 18* 417 ᎪᎪ Cold though the world be, in the way before thee, Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb; God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er thee, Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom. Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow, Night only known beneath the sky of time, Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime. Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation; Firm and confiding should thy spirit be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 609. THE ANGELS OF CONSOLATION. 11 & 4s M. WITH silence only as their benediction, Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, Yet would we say, what every heart approveth,- Calling to Him the dear ones whom He loveth, Not upon us, or ours, the solemn angel The funeral anthem is a glad evangel; God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly They live on earth in thought and deed as truly As in his heaven. 610. LIGHT IN DARKNESS. L. M. My Father, when around me spread When life's bright visions droop and fade, O, in that anguished hour I turn They fill my soul with heavenly light, CLOSE OF LIFE. 611. " FROM MY YOUTH UP.' C. M. GOD of my life and all its powers, To Thee, O Lord! my tender years From parent's eye, and paths of men, It swelled the hymn and sealed the prayer; Oft when beneath the work of sin Thy dew came down,-my heart was Thine, And strong to second life. God of my life and all its powers My Everlasting Friend, Thou who hast blest my earlier years, 612. THE NIGHT COMETH.' 10s M. ABIDE with me! fast falls the even-tide, Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; I need Thy presence every passing hour ; 613. " YET A LITTLE WHILE.' 11 & 10s M. O FOR the Peace which floweth like a river, A little while for patient vigil keeping, A little while, midst shadow and illusion, Thus He who is Himself the gift and Giver, 614 'I WAIT TILL MY CHANGE COME.' 8 & 7s M. ONLY waiting, till the shadows |