How long ere shall shine, in this glimmer of things,

The light of which prophet in prophecy sings; And the gates of that city be open, whose sun No more to the west in its circuit shall run?

716.

THE MORNING COMETH."

C. M.

WE wait in faith, in prayer we wait,
Until the happy hour

When God shall ope the morning gate,
By His almighty power.

We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs;
Till He shall come earth's gloom to chase,
With healing on His wings.

And even now, amid the gray,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to that perfect day
Which never shall be past.

We wait in faith, we wait in prayer,
Till that blest day shall shine,
When earth shall fruits of Eden bear,
And all, O God! be Thine.

O, guide us till our night is done!
Until, from shore to shore,
Thou, Lord, our everlasting Sun,
Art shining evermore!

717.

'BRIGHTENING UNTO THE PERFECT DAY.'

C. M.

GONE is the hollow, murky night,
With all its shadows dun;
O, shine upon us, heavenly Light,
As on the earth the sun!

Pour on our hearts Thy heavenly beam,
In radiance sublime;

Retire before that ray supreme,

Ye sins of elder time!

Lo, on the morn that now is here

No night shall ever fall;

But faith shall burn, undimmed and clear,

Till God be all in all.

This is the dawn of infant faith;

The day will follow soon,

When hope shall breathe with freer breath,

And morn be lost in noon.

For to the seed that's sown to-day
A harvest-time is given,
When charity with faith to stay

Shall make on earth a heaven.

498

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

An prefixed to the Author's name indicates that some change has been
made in the hymn by the present compilers.

All is of God: if He but wave his hand H. W. Longfellow. 498

All-powerful, self-existent God .
All-secing God, 't is Thine to know
All ye nations, praise the Lord

Anon. 280

Scott. 533

(Ps. 117.) Montgomery. 121

Almighty Father, Thou hast many a blessing.
Almighty God, in humble prayer
Amidst a world of hopes and fears
A mighty fortress is our God
Angel of God, whate'er betide

An offering at the shrine of power
Another hand is beckoning us
Another year, another year

H. Moore.
Luther. 660
418
Nicoll. 661
622

Wesley's Hymns.

J. G. Whittier.

A. Norton. 201

Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul Mrs. Osgood.

Arise, my soul, nor dream the hours
As darker, darker fall around

As down in the sunless retreats

As every day Thy mercy spares
As in soft silence vernal showers

20

Anon. 568

Anon. 60

As pants the hart for cooling streams (Ps. 42.) Tale & Brady. 375