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HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD.
FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS.
Bishop Reginald Hebee.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile ? In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high� Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
And call on thee, that sinless
The hours of sin may be. O Jesu! make their darkness light, And guard me through the coming night!
The toils of day are over;
I raise the hymn to thee, And ask that free from peril
The hours of fear may be. O Jesu! keep me in thy sight, And guard me through the coming night!
Be thou my soul's preserver,
O God! for thou dost know How many are the perils
Through which I have to go. Lover of men! oh, hear my call, Aud guard and save me from them all!
WHILST THEE I SEEK, PROTECTING POWER
Harriet M. Williams.
Whilst thee I seek, protecting power,
Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
Thy love the power of thought bestowed� To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy I adore.
In each event of life how clear
Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear� That heart will rest on thee.
GREEK VESPER HYMN.
Translated by J. M. Neale.
The day is past and over;
All thanks, O Lord, to thee! I pray thee that offenseless
The hours of dark may be! O Jesu! keep me in thy sight, And save me through the coming night!
The joys of day are over; Oh, lift my heart to thee,