4 Here when Thy mourners shall repair
In lonely grief and trembling prayer,
Lift Thou sad hearts and streaming eyes
To those fair glades of Paradise,
Where safe within the guarded gate
Thy ransomed souls in patience wait.

5 And when the valley, thick with corn,
Shall laugh to see Thy harvest-morn,
Here may the angel-reapers find
Full many a sheaf for Thee to bind,
And in Thy golden garner store,
Our fruit of tears for evermore.

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RAIS

CHURCH BELLS.

AISED between the earth and heaven,
Now our bells are set on high;
In the Name of Him Who giveth

Skill, and strength, and industry.

2 For His praise we meekly lay them
As a gift beneath His throne;
All their sweet and noblest music
Shall resound for Him alone.

3 Faithful men afar shall listen,
'Mid their daily toil or rest,
While the melody shall bid them
Love the Church where all are blest.

4 Earth's rejoicings, bright and holy,
Shall be signed with joyful peal;
And the music from the steeple
Shall our faith and love reveal.

8.7.

5 They who languish, sick and lonely,
Shall be minded, as they sigh,
Of the Church's one communion,
God's true home and family.

6 When the spirits of the faithful
Pass away to light and peace ;
Solemn tones shall then forewarn us,
Soon our life and work must cease.

7 May these loud and well-tuned voices,
Pealing forth in grand accord,

Lift our hearts through joy and sorrow
To Thy throne, most gracious Lord.

ANGEL-VOICES, ever singing

Round Thy throne of light :
Angel-harps, forever ringing,
Rest not day nor night;
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee

Lord of might!

2 Lord, we know Thy love rejoices
O'er each work of Thine;

Thou didst ears, and hands, and voices
For Thy praise combine;
Craftsman's art and music's measure

For Thy pleasure

Didst design.

P. M.

3 Here, great God, to-day we offer
Of Thine own to Thee;

And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,

Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest

Melody.

4 Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be!

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed Trinity!

Of the best that Thou hast given,
Earth and heaven

Render Thee!

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Travellers by Sea or Land.

LORD, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,

Our guard, when on the silent deck
The nightly watch we keep.

2 We need not fear, though all around,
'Mid rising winds, we hear

The multitude of waters surge;
For Thou, O God, art near.

C. M.

3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm, The ocean and the land.

All, all are Thine, and held within

The hollow of Thy hand.

4 As when on blue Gennesareth
Rose high the angry wave,

And Thy disciples quailed in dread,
One word of Thine could save;

5 So when the fiercer storms arise
From man's unbridled will,

Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts
To whisper, "Peace, be still."

'6 *If duty calls, from threatened strife
To guard our native shore,
And shot and shell are answering
The booming cannon's roar;

7 Be Thou the mainguard of our host
Till war and dangers cease,

Defend the right, put up the sword,
And through the world make peace.

8 Across this troubled tide of life

Thyself our pilot be,

Until we reach that better land,
The land that knows no sea.

To be added in time of war.

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ETERNAL Father! strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea!

8s.

2 O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

3 Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

4 O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;

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Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

ALMIGHTY Father, hear our cry,

AL

As o'er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh,

On homeless waters, Thou our home.

2 O Jesus, Saviour, at Whose voice

The tempest sank to perfect rest, Bid Thou the fearful heart rejoice,

L.M.

And cleanse and calm the troubled breast.