1 FAR and near the fields are teeming,

With the waves of ripened grain ; Far and near their gold is gleaming, O'er the sunny steps and plain. Lord of Harvest, send forth reapers!

Hear us, Lord, to thee we cry ; Send them now the sheaves to gather,

Ere the harvest time pass by.

2 Send them forth with morn's first beaming,

Send them in the noontide's glare; When the sun's last rays are gleaming,

Bid them gather everywhere.
CHO.-Lord of Harvest, &c.

3 O thou, whom thy Lord is sending, Gather now the sheaves of gold, Heavenward then at evening wending Thou shalt come with joy untold, CHO.-Lord of Harvest, &c.

J. O. Thompson,

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The Light of the world.

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling

Borders on the shades of death, Come, and, by thyself revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath. Thou, new heaven

Creator,

and earth's

In our deepest darkness rise;
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.

2 Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor, benighted heart.
Come, and manifest thy favor

To our ruined, guilty race;
Come, thou universal Saviour;
Come, and bring the gospel grace.
3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins:
By thine all-atoning merit,

Every burdened soul release; Every weary, wandering spirit, Guide into thy perfect peace.

Charles Wesley.

REST. L.M.

WM. B. BRADBURY.

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The Christian's parting hour. 1 How sweet the hour of closing day When all is peaceful and serene, Andwhen the sun, with cloudless ray, Sheds mellow luster o'er the scene 2 Such is the Christian's parting hour;

So peacefully he sinks to rest, When faith, endued from heaven with power,

Sustains and cheers his languid breast.

3 Mark but that radiance of his eye, That smile upon his wasted cheek; They tell us of his glory nigh,

In language that no tongue can speak.

4 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer

The pilgrim on his gloomy road And angels are attending near,

;

To bear him to their bright abode.

5 Who whould not wish to die like

those

Whom God's own Spirit deigns to
bless ?

To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness?

William H. Bathurst.

;

And by faith we can see it afar For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there.

CHO.-In the sweet, by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore, In the sweet by and by we shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore

The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

CHO. In the sweet, &c. 3 To our bountiful Father above, We will offer our tribute of praise. For the glorious gift of his love, And the blessings that hallow our days.

CHO.-In the sweet, &c.
S. Fillmore Bennett.

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The heavenly Canaan.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood

Aud view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts,