Like evening lights away;

For hopes that like the stars decay'd
Have left their mortal day:
For clouds of sorrow will depart,
And brilliant skies be giv'n;
And tho' on earth the tear may start,
Yet bliss awaits the holy heart,
Amid the bow'rs of heav'n.

Into the lonely grave;

As breezes sweep the wither'd grass Along the restless wave:

For, tho' thy pleasures may depart,

And mournful days be giv'n, And lonely though on earth thou art, Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoice in heav'n.

2 The sparrow for her young,
With pleasure seeks a nest;
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints
With equal zeal,
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.

30 happy souls, that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill.

They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears.
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Qur willing feet!

PAUSE.

5 To spend one sacred day,
Where God and saints abide
Affords diviner joy.
Than thousand days beside:
Where God resorts
I love it more
To keep the door
Than shine in courts.

6- God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our blessings thence.
He will bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace,
And glory too.

17 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls.
Thrice happy he,

O God of hosts!
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in thee.

318. God our Preserver.
Psalm cxxi.

1 Upward I lift mine eyes
From God is all my aid;

The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the tower,

To which I fly;
is nigh

His grace

In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide, Nor fall in fatal snares,

Since God my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears.

Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,
Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air

Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon,

4 Hast thou not given thy word
To save my soul from death?

And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.

I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,

Till from on high

Thou call me home.