INVOCATION.

UNTO Thy shrine, my God, my King,
This votive offering I bring;

This song where many voices blend!
To Thee, to Thee may it ascend!

Its every fault do Thou atone,
Dear SAVIOUR, bear it to the throne-
And may the unequal notes we raise
Wake sweeter echoes to Thy praise!

And Thou, our COMFORTER and Guide!

Oh, ever in our souls abide

Our songs with purer love inspire,

Until we join the seraphie choir.

Legend of St. Augustine, 73 | Rest in Heaven,

75 Communion with God,

65 roy,

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A little child beneath a tree,

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide,
A child sat by a limpid stream,
Alone and silent there he sat,
A little black-eyed boy of five,
Along the shore of summer sea,
A holy calm was on his brow,
Along the mountain-track of life,
A little child six summers old,
A traveller through a dusty road,

A giddy lamb one afternoon,

99

Ah! grieve not him whose silver hairs,

Are my flowers awake?

Beneath Moriah's rocky side,

Blessed be Thy name forever,

A dew-drop falling on the wild sea wave,

223

17

86