II.

His voice commands the tempest forth, and stills the stormy wave;

And though his arm be strong to smite, 'tis also strong to save.

III.

Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd, the dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise with gladness in his sight.

IV.

Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
shall know him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
like morning songs his voice.

V.

As dew upon the tender herb,
diffusing fragrance round;
As show'rs that usher in the spring,
and cheer the thirsty ground:

VI.

So shall his presence bless our souls, and shed a joyful light;

That hallow'd morn shall chase away the sorrows of the night.

XXXI.

MICAH, vi. 6,-9.

I.

THUS speaks the heathen: How shall

the Pow'r Supreme adore? With what accepted off'rings come his mercy to implore?

II.

Shall clouds of incense to the skies
with grateful odour speed?
Or victims from a thousand hills
upon the altar bleed?

111.

Does justice nobler blood demand

[man

to save the sinner's life? Shall, trembling, in his offspring's side, the father plunge the knife?

IV.

No: God rejects the bloody rites which blindfold zeal began;

His oracles of truth proclaim the message brought to man.

V.

He what is good hath clearly shown,
O favour'd race! to thee.

And what doth God require of those
who bend to him the knee?

VI.

Thy deeds, let sacred justice rule; thy heart, let mercy fill;

And walking humbly with thy God, to him resign thy will.

I.

WHAT though no flow'rs the fig-tree

tho' vines their fruit deny; The labour of the olive fail, and fields no meat supply?

II.

[clothe,

Though from the fold, with sad surprise, my flock cut off I see;

Though famine pines in empty stalls, where herds were wont to be?

Yet in the Lord will I be glad, and glory in his love;

In him I'll joy, who will the God of my salvation prove.

IV.

He to my tardy feet shall lend
the swiftness of the roe;
Till, rais'd on high, I safely dwell
beyond the reach of wo.

V.

God is the treasure of my soul,
the source of lasting joy;
A joy which want shall not impair,
nor death itself destroy.

A Cell. XXXIII./ic

MATTH. vi. 9,—14.

I.

FATHER of all! we bow to thee,

who dwell'st in heav'n ador'd; But present still through all my works, the universal Lord.

II.

For ever hallow'd be thy name by all beneath the skies; And may thy kingdom still advance, till grace to glory rise.

III.

A grateful homage may we yield, with hearts resign'd to thee; And as in heav'n thy will is done, on earth so let it be.

IV.

From day to day we humbly own the hand that feeds us still; Give us our bread, and teach to rest contented in thy will..

y.

Our sins before thee we confess ;
O may they be forgiv'n!
As we to others mercy show,
we mercy beg from Heav'n.

VI.

Still let thy grace our life direct; from evil guard our way; And in temptation's fatal path permit us not to stray.