2 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When of love the midnight beam Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem; And along the echoing hill Angels sang--"On earth good will, And glory in the heaven!" 3 There is joy in heaven! There is joy in heaven! When the sheep that went astray Turns again to virtue's way; When the soul by grace subdued Sobs its prayer of gratitude, Then is there joy in heaven! 334. 7s. M. Merrick. Freedom from Error, Guilt and Folly. 1 Blest Instructor! from thy ways Who can tell how oft he strays? Save from error's growth our mind, Leave not, Lord, one root behind. 2 Purge us from the guilt that lies Wrapt within our heart's disguise; Let us thence, by thee renewed, Each presumptuous sin exclude. 3 Let our tongues, from error free, Speak the words approved by thee: To thine all-observing eyes, Let our thoughts accepted rise. 4 While we thus thy name adore, And thy healing grace implore, Blest Instructor! bow thine ear: God our strength! propitious hear. 335. 6s. & 4s. M. R. Palmer. For Divine Guidance. 1 O God, thy grace impart! Revive my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; Reveal thyself to me, And may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be,-- A living fire. 2 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 3 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, O Father, then in love, Fear and distress remove, And bear me safe above,-- A ransomed soul. 336. C. P. M. Henry Moore. Pardon. 1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring The welcome promise of the spring, And soft the vernal gale: Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, The voice of nature and of love, That gladden every vale. 2 But softer in the mourner's ear Sounds the mild voice of mercy near, That whispers sins forgiven; And sweeter far the music swells, When to the raptured soul she tells Of peace and promised heaven. 3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens blooming round, Unnumbered charms unfold: Bright is the sun's meridian ray, And bright the beams of setting day, That robe the clouds in gold. 4 But far more fair the pious breast, In richer robes of goodness dressed, Where heaven's own graces shine; And brighter far the prospects rise, That burst on faith's delighted eyes, From glories all divine. 337. L. M. Cowper. Peace after a Storm.