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15 ST. LEONARD. C. M. Double.

HENRY HILES.

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1. The shadows of the evening hours Fall from the dark'ning sky; Up- on the fragrance of the flow'rs

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With wakened heart and pur-pose strong, The works of dark - ness cast a-way.

AMEN.

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2 Eden with its angels bold,

Love and flowers and coolest sea,
Is less an ancient story told
Than a glowing prophecy.

3 In the spirit's perfect air,

In the passions tame and kind,
Innocence from selfish care,

The real Eden we shall find.

4 When the soul to sin hath died,
True and beautiful and sound,
Then all earth is sanctified,
Up springs Paradise around.

5 From this spirit land, afar,

All disturbing force shall flee;
Stir nor toil, nor hope shall mar
Its immortal unity.

Eliza T. Clapp.

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1 O my Father, never more
From thy ways that I depart,
Now my failing will restore,
Fix the purpose of my heart.
2 Ere another step I take

In my wilful, wandering way,
Still I have a choice to make:
Oh, decide my will today!

3 Patient love is waiting still

In my Father's heart for me, Love to bend my froward will, Love to make me really free. 4 Father, fast the moments flee: Oh, decide my will to day! Bind my heart to follow thee, Ere the song has died away. Hymns of the Spirit.

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The Upward Look.

1 We were made for better things;
High as heaven our nature springs:
Like the lark that upward flies,
We were made to seek the skies.
2 We were made to love, revere
Him who made and placed us here;
Made to study and fulfil
All his good and holy will.

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