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While angels in their songs rejoice,

The simts in prayer appear as one

And look beyond this earthly night,
To crowns of gold, and bow'rs light.

EDMESTON

EVENING HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.

O LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fostering hand.
And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear,

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours.
And Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deigu,

As we before thee pray !
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And are we less than they?
Olet thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting peace !
Thus chasten’d, cleans'd, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led ;
The sun of Holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.
And thou wilt turn our wand'ring feet,

And thou wilt bless our way;
"Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet

The dawn of lasting day.

PRAYER
hures is the soul's sincere desire,

Center'd er exprest;
Treation of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
bater is the burthen of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
De upgard glancing of an se,

bea none but God is near.
Page is the simplest form of speech

That irfant lips can try ;
Pager the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.
Paşa is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air;
Ha patchwerd at the gates of death.

He enters heaven by prayer.
Proye is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;

" Behold he prays!"

Ls word, and deed, and mind,
When with the Father and his Son,

Their fellowship they find.
Nor prayer is made on earth alone,

The Holy spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne

For sinners intercedes.
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The Life, the Truth, the Way;

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EVENING HYMN FOR FAMILY WOESIA
O Lord, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy tarehe

To bless tby fostering hand.
And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear,

To praises low as ours ?
Thou wilt! for Thou dost lore to her

The song which meekness pour
And Jesus, thou thy smiles wil dezu,

As we before thee pray!
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And are we less than they?
O let thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting peace!
Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine,

A fock by Jesus led;
The sun of Holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.
And thou wilt turn our wand'ring feel

And thou wilt bless our way;
"Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall gter

The dawn of lasting day.

PRAYER.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Unutter'd or exprest;
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an ye,

When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That ic fant lips can try ;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air;
His watch word at the gates of death.

He enters heaven by prayer.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And say, “ Behold he prays !”.

The saints in prayer appear as one

In word, and deed, and mind,
When with the Father and his Son,

Their fellowship they find.
Nor prayer is made on earth alone,

The Holy spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne

For sinners intercedes.
O thou by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way;

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MONTGOMERY

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danken desolate, and portals foul.

4 das was once Ambition's airy hall,
si èneo of Thought, the palace of the Soul:
will through each lack-lustre eyeless hole,

Tetess of wisdom and of wit,
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Buple this lonely tower, this tenement refit? la tasand Reets sweep over thee in vain; Men, for a moment, like a drop of rain

Ven a grave, unknell d, uncoffin'd, and un

THE SACRED LYRE.

69 The path of prayer thyself hast trod :

he meet the Father face to face, Lord teach us how to pray.

band bad no more a hiding-place.

H. K. WHITE.
HYMN.

ON A SKULL
AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
We sing the Saviour of our race,
The Lamb, our shield and hiding-place.
When God's right arm is bared for war,
And thunders clothe his cloudy car,
Where, where, O where, shall man retire,
To escape the horrors of his ire?
'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his Well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.
Thus while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen;
To him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us for his Son.
While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;

ravage, save his
Fall'n, abject, mean, a sentenc'd race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.
Yet courage-days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptized in Jordan's food,
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood.
Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We through the Lamb shall be decreed;

BYROX.

THE OCEAN AN IMAGE OF ETERNITY. del 69, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll! Min marks the earth with ruin-his control sama with the shore;—upon the wat'ry plain The wrecks are all thy dead, nor doth remain

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Adhadow of man's

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling grean,

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His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,

-thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he

wields Por earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,

The path of prayer thyself bast tree

Lord teach us how to pray,

Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place.

H. K. WHITE.

HYMN.

ON A SKULL
Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall,
Its chambers desolate, and portals foul.
Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall,
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul:
Behold through each lack-lustre eyeless hole,
The gay recess of wisdom and of wit,
And passions hot that never brook'd coutrol.
Can all saint, sage, or sophist, ever writ,
People this lonely tower, this tenement refit?

BYRON.

THE OCEAN AN IMAGE OF ETERNITY,

AWARE, sweet harp of Judah, treba
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sakt;
We sing the Saviour of our riet,
The Lamb, our shield and hidine pas
When God's right arm is bared lar ve
And thunders clothe his clouds car,
Where, where, O where, shall mal..
To escape the horrors of his ire?
'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fr,
While the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his Well-belored's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place
Thus while we dwell in this low seat
The Lamb is our unfailing screeti;
To him, though guilty, still we rlli,
And God still spares us for his Soti.
While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
Fall'n, abject, mean, a sentenc'd rad,
We deeply need a

hiding-place
Yet couragem-days and years will glide
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood.
Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We through the Lamb shall be decreed;

ROLL on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand feets sweep over thee in vain ;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the wat'ry plain
The wrecks are all thy dead, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell d, uncoffin'd, and un-

known.
His steps are not upon thy paths,-thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he

wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,

ansiktning down upon the head

TRUST IN THE SAVIOUR. ellen, dad in radiant rest,

poes forth the Morn;
4 eden Erening in the west

e mingly forsworn.
estbest seas will sometimes prove,
the cafiding Bark, untrue;

be trust the stars above,
Angra be treacherous too.
bezbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread,
ful sit

, wheta stormas the welkin rend,

And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And bowling, to his gods, where haply lies

His petty hopes in some near fort or bay,
And dashest bim again to earth:—there let him lay.

The armaments which thunder-strike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. .

Thy shores are empires changed in all save thee-
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters wasted them while they were free;
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts:—not so thou,
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play-

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest pow.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving ;-boundless, endless, and sub-

lime-
The image of Eternity—the throne
Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless,

alone.

k praised to defend. in Then art true, incarnate Lord ! The lidst rouchsafe for man to die; by smile is sore, thy plighted word Stange can falsify! i beat before thy gracious throne, at'd for peace with suppliant knee; 1st peace was given—nor peace alone, Sot faith, and hope, and cestacy!

WORDSWORTH.

LOVE
FROM THE CURSE OF KEHAMAI.
THEY sin who tell us Love can die.
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
In beaven ambition cannot dwell,
Nor avarice in the vaults of bell.
Earthly these passions, are of earth,
They perish where they have their birth.
But Love is indestructible;

BYRON

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