“Be not Afraid; 'Tis J.”

Matt. xiv.

G. LINNÆUS BANKS.-Music by Edwin Flood.

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Who walk the mighty deep;
Who bid the storm pass by,

Or rock the waves to sleep:
Though mountain billows swell,
And thunders shake the sky,
A breath of mine can quell-
"Be not afraid; 'tis I."

"Be not afraid; 'tis I:"

But have ye ought to fear?

Can danger e'er be nigh,

And God, too, not be near?

"Oh, ye of little faith,"

Who raise the feeble cry
To Him who ever saith-

"Be not afraid; 'tis I."

The Christian Graces.

No. 1.-FAITH.

REV. J. R. WREFORD.-Music by Stephen Glover.

LORD, I believe : Thy power I own,

Thy word I would obey;

I wander comfortless and lone,
When from Thy truth I stray.

The Christian Graces.

Lord, I believe: but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;

I look to Thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

Lord, I believe: but Thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow

The confidence I seek.

Yes! I believe; and only Thou

Canst give my soul relief;

Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow;
Help Thou my unbelief.

No. 2.- -HOPE.

CHARLES JEFFERYS.-Music by Stephen Glover.

M

́OURNER, why this fruitless sorrow?

Let me soothe thee with my lay,

Darkest night hath brightest morrow,

So shall sadness pass away.

Heavy is thy heart with anguish,
Sorely are thy thoughts oppress'd,
Mourner, wherefore dost thou languish?
I am here to give thee rest.

My blest mission is from heaven,
Thither let thy thoughts ascend;
Free thy heart from earthly leaven;
Thou shalt know me as thy friend :
Be thy prayers and adorations
Made unto that bright abode,

I will lead thy aspirations

To the temple of thy God!

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No. 3.-CHARITY.

CHARLES JEFFERYS.-Music by Stephen Glover.

MEEK and lowly, pure and holy,

Chief among the "blessed three,"

Turning sadness into gladness,
Heaven-born art thou, Charity!
Pity dwelleth in thy bosom ;
Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart,
Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee,
Judgment hath in thee no part.

Hoping ever, failing never,

Though deceived, believing still;
Long abiding, all confiding,
In thy heavenly Father's will.
Never weary of well-doing,

Never fearful of the end:

Claiming all mankind as brothers,
Thou dost all alike befriend.

The Sleeper.

J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by F. Wallerstein.

I

HAD a vision in the night ;

An infant tired with play,

While o'er it bent two angels bright,

As there it sleeping lay:

I knew that they were Death and Sleep,
But which I could not name,

Nor why that both should vigil keep,
Why pictured both the same.

Song after Labour.

Since then I've seen life's last light fade,

And pass its latest breath;

Then knew I why my vision made
Sleep so akin to Death.

Between the white-wing'd angels stood
A form,-"twas TIME," I said;
My vision, in a happy mood,

Thus hope and comfort shed :
For sleep knows two awakings,—one
Where sweet bells gaily chime,
And one, life's pilgrimage begun,
That's only known to TIME.
And well it is for our repose,
When bound in slumber deep,
That Time alone the future knows,
The hour for Death or Sleep.

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Song after Labour.

BARRY CORNWALL.

ABOUR'S strong and merry children,
Comrades of the rising sun,

Let us sing some songs together,
Now our toil is done.

No desponding, no repining!
Leisure must by toil be bought.
Never yet was good accomplished,
Without hand and thought.

Even God's all holy labour

Framed the air, the stars, the sun;

Built our earth on deep foundations;
And the World was won!

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I sought the Lord.

J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by N. J. Sporle.

SOUGHT the Lord-He heard my voice,
The hour of sorrow pass'd away;

He bade my trembling soul rejoice,

And smooth'd the paths where now I stray: I look back to the past where never My footsteps shall return again, For, in His path I'll walk for ever, And steadfast in my faith remain!

I sought the Lord-and me He heard,
He let my prayers to heaven ascend;
And, trusting in His holy word,

I knew no other hope or friend;

And now with meek and chasten'd spirit
I pray my sins may be forgiven,

That I, hereafter, may inherit
A rest above-a home in heaven.

His Will be Done!

JAMES BRUTON.-Music by Dr Rimbault.

MOTHER! it is hard to die

When all is glad around;

When smiling stars light up the sky,
And flowers begem the ground!
When bee and bird abroad are heard,
And summer just begun :

But, mother! I will not complain→
For let His will be done!