2 Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near:

The sweetness of thy soft, low voice
I am too deaf to hear.

3 I cannot feel thee touch my hand,
With pleasure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother does
Her erring little child.

4 But I have felt thee in my thought,
Fighting with sin for me;

And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.

5 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,
Morning and night, to prayer,
Something there is within my heart,
Which tells me thou art there.

6 Yes, when I pray, thou prayest too-
Thy prayer is all for me;

But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

See TUNE" AZMON." Page 131.
1 Remember thy Creator now,
In these thy youthful days;'
He will accept thine earliest vow;
He loves thine earliest praise.

2 Remember thy Creator now,
Seek him while he is near;
For evil days will come, when thou

Shall find no comfort here.

3 Remember thy Creator now,

His willing servant be;

Then, when thy head in death shall bow,

He will remember thee.

4 Almighty God, our hearts incline
Thy heavenly voice to hear;

Let all our future days be thine,
Devoted to thy fear,

Help us to praise! Father, all glorious, O'er all vic

1. My coun-try! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of lib

Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died; Lax 1 of the

pilgrim's pride; From ev'ry mountain side Let free-dom ring.