15 ST. LEONARD. C. M. Double. HENRY HILES. * 1. The shadows of the evening hours Fall from the dark'ning sky; Up- on the fragrance of the flow'rs 2 Eden with its angels bold, Love and flowers and coolest sea, 3 In the spirit's perfect air, In the passions tame and kind, The real Eden we shall find. 4 When the soul to sin hath died, 5 From this spirit land, afar, All disturbing force shall flee; Eliza T. Clapp. 1 O my Father, never more In my wilful, wandering way, 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. 26 The Upward Look. 1 We were made for better things; |