meant to signify the time for which, as well as the time within Thou didst, O mighty God, exist Before the ample elements HYMNS. Filled up the void of space; Or starry poles, were reared; HYMN. Or to their harps the sons of light Or prais'd thy wondrous name, The astonish'd sun roll back, Unchanged in everlasting years, WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR?-LUKE X. 29. Thy neighbour?-It is he whom thou MRS. ROWE Whom hunger sends from door to door: ar?-'Tis the heart bereft rthly gem, phan helpless left; I shelter them. ar?-Yonder toiling slave, thought and limb, are all beyond the grave; ransom him. Oul, and with the sun MORNING Whene'er thou meet'st a human form Oh pass not, pass not heedless by, The breaking heart from misery; Go share thy lot with him.-ANONYMOUS. HYMN. Glory to God, who safe hath kept, Lord, I my vows to thee renew, Guard my first spring of thought and will, That all my powers, with all their might, Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. NOONDAY HYMN. BISHOP KEN. A church in every grove that spreads Our upward and our downward way, EVENING e, my God, this night, lessings of the light; keep me, King of kings, wn Almighty wings. Lord, for thy dear Son, I this day have done, he world, myself and thee, , at peace may be. o live, that I may dread s little as my bed; odie, that so I may hold the judgment day. When we shall sink to final rest. HYMN. WORDSWORTH. O may my soul on thee repose, BISHOP KEN. SABBATH MORNING. Dear is the hallowed morn to me, Call me from earthly cares away. Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord; To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy Word. And dear to me the loud Amen, Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God. And dear the rustic harmony, Sung with the pomp of village artThat holy, heavenly melody, The music of a thankful heart. In secret I have often pray'd, And still the anxious tear would fall; SABBATH Is there a time when moments flow It is, of all the times below, A Sabbath eve in summer tide. And then the peace that Jesus beams, A God all love, no grief nor fear; But on thy sacred altar laid, The fire descends and dries them all. Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. Then dear to me the Sabbath morn, The village bells, the shepherd's voice. These oft have found my heart forlorn, And always bid that heart rejoice. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms; Our's be the prophet's car of fire, That bears us to a Father's arms. CUNINGHAME. EVENING. A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, If heaven be ever felt below, A scene so heavenly sure as this, May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss. Delightful hour, how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign. And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again. Yet will there dawn, at last, a day, A sun that never sets shall rise Night will not vail his ceaseless ray,The heavenly Sabbath never dies. EDMONSTONE. g grace my fears shall quell; pride and sin expel; n every danger nigh, ord, my steps shall stay; Soul's sincere desire, nexprest; of a hidden fire les in the breast. Durden of a sigh, of a tear, Brighten with hope my saddest hours, ON PRAYER. lancing of an eye but God is near. simplest form of speech lips can try; limest strains that reach von high. Christian's vital breath, an's native air; -d at the gates of death,eaven by pray'r. Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice Nor prayer is made on earth alone,- And Jesus on the eternal throne, O thou by whom we come to God, THE POOL OF BETHESDA. esda's healing wave, hear the rustling wing, the angel nigh, who gave co that holy spring, fix'd solicitude, afflicted multitude. there was one, whose eye een the waters stirred, had often heav'd the sigh-sigh of hope deferr'd; hile he suffer'd on, irtue giv'n and gone. he, no friendly aid, imely succour brought; coming he delay'd, on the boon he sought, our's love was shown, him by a word alone. JACOB'S om, in ancient time. Hebrew bards was strung, ador'd in song sublime, hets prais'd with glowing ion's height alone, 'd worshipper may dwell, ul song--the fervent prayer- MONTGOMERY. Had they who watch'd and waited there Would they have sought His pitying eye, Their minds to trust to sense alone; They only sought the angel's aid, While in their presence stood, unknown, A greater, mightier, far than he, Which with its healing waters went ; But He whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save. WELL. BARTON. In this thy house, whose doors we now And Strength and Beauty bend the knee, And Childhood lisp, with rev'rent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee. O Thou to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. PIERI ONT KEDRON. Thou soft-flowing Kedron, by thy limpid stream Our Saviour, at night, when the moon's silver beam Shone bright on thy waters, would oftentimes stray, And lose in their murmurs the toils of the day. Come, saints, and adore Him, come bow at His feet; Oh! give Him the glory-the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. How damp were the vapours that fell on His head! How hard was His pillow! how humble His bed! The angels, beholding, amazed at the sight. Attended their Master with solemn delight. Oh! garden of Olivet, dear honour'd spot, The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above, The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. Come, saints, and adore Him, come bow at His feet; Oh! give Him the glory-the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise, CHRIST'S BIRTH When Jordan hush'd his waters still, Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light,- ANNOUNCED. O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye, |