“After the toil,” when the morning breaks On the bloom-crowned hills of the heavenly land; “After the toil,” when each slumberer wakes, ’Neath the glorified touch of the Infinite Hand. 2 “After the toil,” when the dim earth sinks, Like a worn-out pebble in eternity’s sea; “After the toil,” when each thirsty soul drinks Of the River that flows through Immensity. 3 “After the toil,” O shadowing cloud Of time o’er the face of the Infinite; When thou shalt be dropped like a worm-eaten shroud, What a morning will dawn on us after the night! 4 “After the toil,” and the cross that we bear Way-worn and weary through life’s creeping years; Angels will smile on the crown we shall wear, And the songs of salvation will follow our tears. 5 “After the toil,” O! thou who art faint, Rise from the shadows that darken thy way— Rise while thy faith’s raptured pencil shall paint All its glorified dream of the Infinite Day. 934 9s & 8s. The day is at hand. Rom. 13:12. Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o’er thee, And all the midnight shadows flee; Tinged are the distant skies with glory, A beacon-light hung out for thee; Arise, arise! the light breaks o’er thee, Thy name is graven on the throne, Thy home is in the world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 2 Tossed on time’s rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand; For lo! beyond those scenes emerges The hights that bound the promised land. Behold! behold! the land is nearing, Where the wild sea-storm’s rage is o’er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering; See in what throngs they range the shore! 3 Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o’er thee, Bright as the summer’s noontide ray, The star-gemmed crowns and realms of glory Invite thy happy soul away; Away! away! leave all for glory, Thy name is graven on the throne; Thy home is in that world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 935 P. M. Whatever my God ordains is right. Whate’er my God ordains is right, His will is ever just; Howe’er he orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall; Wherefore to him I leave it all. 2 Whate’er my God ordains is right; He never will deceive; He leads me by the proper path, And so to him I cleave, And take content What he hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait his day.