T. C. PEASE.
TOGETHER, Lord, before thy throne,
Our heads in reverence bent,
With grateful hearts and lips we own
The blessings thou hast sent.
Thy kindly hand forever spreads
Fresh flowers our path along;
Thy love its sunlight o'er us sheds,
And fills our lips with song.
And though our common path must now
In many ways divide,
As ever in the past, be thou
Henceforth our God and guide.
Thy presence, Lord, alone we ask,
If days be dark or bright;
And in thy strength shall every task
Thy hand allots be light.
SUNDAY, June 20, 1875.