117 STANTON. 6, 5, D. A. W. HAMILTON-GELL. 1. Earth be-low is teem ing, Heav'n is bright a bove; Ev'ry brow is beam-ing Bountiful and free, Hear our glad thanksgiving Rising un-to thee! A-MEN. 3 4 Praise him for his summer rain, Praise him for his garden root, 5 Praise him, too, for snowy rest, 6 For his year of wonder done, Praise to the All-Glorious One! 2 Once again the word comes true, 3 How our hearts leap with the spring! 4 Change, then, mourning into praise, 120 Samuel Longfellow. Self-Dedication. To Ward. 1 May I resolve with all my heart, 2 Be this the purpose of my soul, Anne Steele. The hills that have for ages stood, 4 Yea, God is good, all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Dwelling in God. Thomas Moore. I O Source divine, and Life of all, Should sing for joy that God is good. 2 We shrink before thy vast abyss, 5 For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word: These prompt our song, that God is 3 good. 122 Eliza Follen and J. H. Gurney. I There's nothing bright, above, below, But in its light my soul can see 2 There's nothing dark, below, above, 4 Where worlds on worlds eternal brood; We know thee truly but in this, That thou bestowest all our good. And so, 'mid boundless time and space, O, grant us still in thee to dwell, And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well! Nor let thou life's delightful play Thy truth's transcendent vision hide; Nor strength and gladness lead astray From thee, our nature's only guide. 5 Bestow on every joyous thrill Thy deeper tone of reverent awe; Make pure thy children's erring will And teach their hearts to love thy law. John Sterling. 2 We bless thee for the skies above, For not in far-off realms of space Whose dayspring in our hearts dispels 2 Thought answereth alone to thought, The darkness of our sin. 3 Be thou in joy our deeper joy, Our comfort when distressed; Be thou by day our strength for toil, And when these earthly dwellings fail, And Soul with soul hath kin: The outward God he findeth not Who finds not God within. And if the vision come to thee Revealed by inward sign, Earth will be full of Deity And with his glory shine! Fred'k L. Hosmer. 125 0 That I Knew Where I Might Find Him. I Go not, my soul, in search of him, Thou wilt not find him there,Or in the depths of shadow dim, Or heights of upper air. That God should condescend To make thy heart his dwelling-place And be thy daily Friend! Then go not thou in search of him, Wait thou within the silence dim Fred'k L. Hosmer. |