2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards, In the paths of peace be found. 3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly, And all nations Hail the happy Jubilee.* 977 (934) Praise for the increase of temperance. L. M. 1 WE E praise thee, Lord, if but one soul, While the past year prolong'd its flight, Turn'd shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl, To health and liberty and light. 2 We praise thee-if one clouded home, 3 No more a weeping wife to mock, 978 (937) 1 FOR BIBLE SOCIETIES. Value of the Bible. O, Holy Book! thou word divine G% L. M. Of him who spake as ne'er man spake; Go, for Omnipotence is thine, And to thy truths the nations wake. 2 Go and wherever man has trod, Where there is one for whom Christ died, Open the treasures of our God, And tell them of the Crucified. 3 Fly-fly on wing of angel speed, And ransom'd ALL the human race. 4 The veil of ignorance shall rend, And light shall pass through error's night, 5 Onward in thy triumphant way, 979* 1 Power of God's word. BEHOLD, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, 2 But where the gospel comes, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! 4 My gracious God, how plain S. M. 980* L. M. The value of the sacred writings. 1 THIS What is it?-vanity and lies A broken cistern all the while. 2 Pleasure with her delightful song, That charms th' unwary to beguile- 3 Riches, that so absorb the mind In anxious care and ceaseless toil- 4 Yes-all are broken cisterns, Lord! 981 (939) 1 THIS DEATH. Death of the righteous. HIS place is holy ground; 2 Behold the bed of death, This pale and lovely clay? 3 Could tears revive the dead, Rivers would swell our eyes; P. M. Could sighs recall the spirit fled, 4 Bury the dead, and weep In stillness o'er the lost; Bury the dead; in Christ they sleep, Soon from the grave the dust shall rise 982* 1 WHO Hope in death. 9s & 8s. P. M. HO knows how near my life's expended? Time flies, and death is hasting on: How soon, my term of trial ended, May heave my last expiring groan! 2 My many sins!-O veil them over 3 His bleeding wounds give me assurance 4 Nothing from Christ my soul shall sever, Nor life, nor death;-things high, nor low: I take him as my Lord for ever, My future trust, as he is now: And for his sake, when flesh shall fail, 983* 1 SOON, in the grave my flesh shall rest, And, in the Savior's glory dress'd, 2 My friends-the whole celestial choir; To honor God-my one desire; 3 Nor would I wait till angel-host 4 Now to our God, the Father, Son, With praise to God, the three in one, 984+ Interment of a pious young female. 8s & 7s. 1 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of ev'ning, When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber- 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us; 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, |