10s. M. Emily Taylor.

The Changing Year.

1 God of the changing year, whose arm of power
In safety leads through danger's darkest hour,--
Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,
To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own.

2 Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,
And pour around the gladdening light of day;
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine
To cheer its hours of darkness,--all are Thine.

3 If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,
And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear
The wounded spirit, Thou wast present there.

4 O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;
Where'er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;
From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrine
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine!

401. C. M. Gaskell.

Close of the Year.

1 O God! to Thee our hearts would pay
Their gratitude sincere,
Whose love hath kept us, night and day,
Throughout another year.

2 Of every breath, and every power,
Thou wast the gracious source;
From Thee came every happy hour
Which smiled along its course.

3 And if sometimes across our path
A cloud its shadows threw,
Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,
But loving-kindness true.

4 For joy and grief alike we pay
Our thanks to Thee above;
And only pray to grow each day
More worthy of Thy love.

402. L. M. *John Taylor.

The Worth of Years.

1 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man's busy generations pass;
And while we gaze, their forms are gone.

2 O Father, in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,
And use the moments as they fly;--

3 To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
And so shall death but lead us on
To nobler service that succeeds.

403. P. M. *Milman.

Funeral Hymn.

1 Brother, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown,
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