5. Then we may bless its precious things, 809. I. The March of Life. T. H. Gill. 1. SILENT, like men in solemn haste, We press along the narrow road 2. We fling aside the weight, the sin, Our hands from earnest toil to keep; No seeking man or self to please; 5. What though with weariness oppressed? Finished the toil-the race is run; L.M. 810. Loss and Gain. Horatius Bonar. 1. FROM day to day, from year to year, New waves of change assail us here; L.M. 811. Each day, each year, prolongs the chain New tender hopes, new anxious fears, 3. Old tastes are lost, old thoughts grow strange, Old faiths seem no more dear or true, 4. Though much be taken, much is left, From change on change we come to rest, Lewis Morris. The Glory of the Spring. I. THE glory of the Spring how sweet! What joy the happy earth to greet, 2. Divine Renewer, Thee I bless: I love Thee in the loveliness 3. But O, these wonders of Thy grace, 4. These sinful souls Thou hallowest, These mourning souls, by Thee made blest, C.M. 5. This new-born glow of faith so strong, And fragrancy of prayer! 6. Still let new life and strength upspring, Still let new joy be given; 812. And grant the glad, new song to ring Through the new earth and heaven! T. H. Gill. I. 2. Spring. 4.4.6.4.4.6. D. THE spring-tide hour With songs of life and love: In many a leafy grove. Bird, flower, and tree, Seem to agree Their choicest gifts to bring; But this poor heart Bears not its part, Dews fall apace,— And love divine Delights to shine Yet, year by year, Fruits, flowers, appear, But this poor heart Bears not its part, Its winter has no spring. I. Fresh from above, Soft as the south wind blow, Call forth its bloom, And when Thy voice And the hills laugh and sing; And join the praise of spring. All Things New. J. S. B. Monsell. L.M. LIFE that makest all things new, The blooming earth, the thoughts of men, Our pilgrim feet, wet with Thy dew, In gladness hither turn again : 2. From hand to hand the greeting flows, From heart to heart the bright hope glows, 3. One in the freedom of the Truth, 4. The freer step, the fuller breath, The wide horizon's grander view, S. Longfellow. 814. I. The Journey of Life. 7s. 6 lines. LORD! Thy children guide and keep, Lead us in the narrow way. 2. There are stony ways to tread ; Give the strength we sorely lack: Lead us in the narrow way. 3. There are sandy wastes that lie Cold and sunless, vast and drear, Holy Saviour! day by day 4. There are soft and flowery glades 5. Upward still to purer heights, W. W. How. |