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Sing to the Lord, and bless his name;
His boundless love display:
Cease not from day to day.
In beauteous holiness!
With fear bis name confess.
Let the exalted heavens rejoice,
And let the earth be glad :
Triumphant joys shall add
He comes the earth to try;
With truth and equity.
Ye that in strength excel !
And all his laws fulfi).
And ministers of his :
Where his dominion is.
Bless thou the Lord, my soul! my mourn
His praises shall proclaim. Bless him all flesh; all that hath breath, Praise
the Lord's great name.
NIGHT is the time for rest:
How sweet, when labours close, To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed !
Night is the time for dreams
The gay romance of life,
Mix in fantastic strife :
Night is the time for toil;
To plough the classic field,
Its wealthy furrows yield;
Night is the time to weep;
To wet with unseen tears
The joys of other years ;
HY N N
O father! raise me from these clouds of time, My soul is darken’d with its doubts and fears; Bless and exalt me with those bopes subiime, Which still are brightening through eternal years. For I am but of dust; my largest thought Can scarcely reach beyond this speck of earth, Senseless alike my sorrow and my mirth; I weep-yet know not how a tear is wrought; I smile—and yet am ignorance and clay; O thou great Being, who hast form’d my spirit, Console me, teach me how I may inherit The heaven thou offerest, thine eternal day. Rouse all my drooping faculties; for thee I fain would kindle heart, and mind, and soul. Alas! what am I? as my
and repose, Bring their sweet change, 0 how my rapt neart glows, Thy care, thy love, thy guardian power to hail,
And thus indeed I know thee-ever feeling
gems of light in those immortal spheres Where love is understood, and angels never mourn.
(REV. HENRY STEBBING.]
She bowed her head before the throne
Of the eternal King-
With the first light of spring;
A thing of mortal care ;
is womanhood In faithfulness and prayer.
She had been chastened with that woe
The young heart, in its pride,
Love's happy dreams supplied;
The Spirit's strength and food;
A deep and fervent mood.
The people of her fathers' land
Had left their onward path;
Against them in his wratk;
Who still were faithful there;
To woman's voice of prayer.
The king sat in his purple state,
And power-dominion.robed; But there was darkness in his fate,
His sick’ning heart was probed;
With quick and courtier care;
Sad woman's lonely prayer.
Wild war was raging-proudly rose
The chieftains of the realm;
With spear and crested helm-
Raged in their mad despair;
Meek woman's secret prayer.
Oh! strong is woman in the power
Of loveliness and youth;
Of stroug, unchanging truth;
Above what strength may dare,
Jier heart is bowed in prayer ?