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mieant to signify the time for which, as well as the time within which the Turks should occupy the throne of the Greek or Western Empire, and so the capture of Constantinople should be the bisecting point between the primary going forth against Greek Christendom under Thogrul Beg, and their ultimate ejection from it,-then the second period will fall about 396 years from the fall of Constantinople, or a.c. 1849. If, as Mr. Bickersteth would construe it, the Chronos uk esti eti, in the angel's oath in Rev. x. 7, be meant, a year shall not elapse ere the consummation ; that is, a prophetic year, whether 360, or 365 natural years; then the termination of this period will fall a little distance farther, at a.c. 1877, or 1882.

They have all a probable ending, scarce above a century apart, from 1790 to 1914. Fifty years will bring about terrible things; and, therefore, we cannot conclude this brief sketch in more appropriate terms, than that in which we concluded the life of the Rev. John Brown of Wampliray, our distant relative, about ten years ago, (Psalm cii. 12-22; Ixxii. 17 19)


IIYUN. Thou didst, () mighty God, exist

Or to their harps the sons of light Ere time began his race;

Ecstatic anthems sung. Before the ample elements

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew, Filled up the void of space;

Or prais'd thy wondrous name, Before the ponderous earthly globe Thy bliss, O sacred spring of life, In fluid air was stayed ;

Thy glory was the same. Before the ocean's mighty springs

And when the pillars of the world Their liquid stores display'd;

With sudden ruin break, Ere through the gloom of ancient night And all this vast and goodly frame, The streaks of light appeared ;

Sinks in the mighty wreck; Before the high celestial arch,

When from her orb the moon shall start, Or starry poles, were reared;

The astonish'd sun roll back, Before the loud melodious spheres And all the trembling starry lamps, Their tuneful round began;

Their ancient course forsake, Before the shining roads of heav'n Forever permanent and fix d, Were measur'd by the sun ;

From agitation free, Ere through the empyrean courts,

Unchanged in everlasting years, One hallelujah rung ;

Shall thy existence be.

MRS. Roer

WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR?-LUKE X. 29. Thy neighbour?_It is he whom thou Whom hunger sends from door to door Hast power to aid and bless,

Go thou and succour him. Whose aching heart, or burning brow, Thy neighbour?--'Tis that weary man Thy soothing hand may press.

Whose years are at their briin, Thy neighbour ?- 'Tis the fainting poor Bent low with sickness, cares, and pain; Whose eye with want is dim,

Go thou and comfort him.

our?_'Tis the heart bereft
parthly gem,
orphan helpless left;
nd shelter them.
pur?-Yonder toiling slave,
A thought and limb,

s are all beyond the grave; nd ransom him.

Whene'er thou meet'st a human form

Less favour'd than thine own,
Remember, 'tis thy neighbour worm,

Thy brother, or thy son.
Oh ! pass not, pass not heedless by,

Perhaps thou canst redeem
The breaking heart from misery;

Go share thy lot with him.-- ANONYMOUS.

MORNING HYMN. soul, and with the sun

Glory to God, who safe hath kept, age of duty run;

And hath refreshed me while I slept ; Il sloth, and early rise

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, morning sacrifice.

I may of endless life partake. wasted time that's past, Lord, I my vows to thee renew, y as if 'twere thy last ;

Scatter my sins as morning dew; thy talents, take due care, Guard my first spring of thought and will, judgment day prepare. And with thyself my spirit fill; onverse be sincere,

Direct, control, suggest this day, nce as the noon-day clear , All I design, or do, or say ; Ch'all-seeing God, thy ways That all my powers, with all their might, secret thoughts, surveys. In thy gole glory may unite. ift up thyself, my heart, Praise God, from whom a'l blessings flow, e angels bear thy part;

Praise Him, all creatures here below, hinwearied ardour sing, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Eternal King.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Bishop Kex. THE LABOURER'S NOONDAY HYMN. arone of God is borne

A church in every grove that spreads f praise at early morn; Its living roof above our heads. epts the punctual hymn, Look up to heaven, the industrious sun light of day grows dim. Already half his race hath run; turn His ear aside

He cannot halt nor go astray, pfferings at noontide ;

But our immortal spirits may. reposing, let us raise

Lord, since his rising in the east, ratitude and praise.

If we have faltered or transgressed, rh our burthen be not light, Guide from thy love's abundant source, t toil from morn to night; What yet remains of this day's course. of the mid-day hour,

Help with thy grace, through life's short unkful creature's power.

day, e moments, doubly blest, Our upward and our downward way, b from this one hour of rest, And glorify for us the west, ready heart, bestowed

When we shall sink to final rest. rvice of our God.

WORDSWORTH. we crave a hallowed spot? n each man's cot,

EVENING HYMN. ee, my God, this night,

O may my soul cn thee repose, blessings of the light;

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; keep me, King of kings, Sleep that may me more active make, >wn Almighty wings.

To serve my God when I awake. Lord, for thy dear Son, Let my blest guardian, while I sleep, t I this day have done,

His watchful station near me keep; he world, myself and thee, My heart with love celestial till, P, at peace may be.

And guard me from the approach of ill. o live, that I may dread

Lord, let my soul for ever share is little as my bed ;

The bliss of thy paternal care ; o die, that so I may

'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, hold the judgment day. To see thy face, and sing thy love.

Bishop Kex.

SABBATH MORNING, Dear is the hallowed morn to me,

But on thy sacred altar laid, When village bells awake the day,

The fire descends and dries them all. And by their sacred minstrelsy

Oft when the world, with iron bands, Call me from earthly cares away.

Has bound me in its six days' chain, And dear to me the winged hour,

This bursts them like the strong man'ı Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord; bands, To feel devotion's soothing power,

And lets my spirit loose again. And catch the manna of thy Word. Then dear to me the Sabbath morn, And dear to me the loud Amen,

The village bells, the shepherd's voice ; Which echoes through the blest abode, These oft have found my heart forlorn, Which swells and sinks, and swells again, And always bid that heart rejoice.

Dies on the walls, but lives to God. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, And dear the rustic harmony,

Of broken Sabbaths sing the charins ; Sung with the pomp of village art- Our's be the prophet's car of fire, That holy, heavenly melody,

That bears us to a Father's arms. The music of a thankful heart.

CUNINGRAML. In secret I have often pray'd,

And still the anxious tear would fall;

Is there a time when moments flow A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast,
More lovelily than all beside ?

A smile unsullied by a tear.
It is, of all the times below,

If heaven be ever felt below, A Sabbath eve in summer tide.

A scene so heavenly sure as this, Oh! then the setting sun smiles fair May cause a heart on earth to know On all below and all above;

some foretaste of celestial bliss. The different forms of nature wear

Delightful hour, how soon will night One universal garb of love

Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reigo: And then the peace that Jesus beams, And morrow's quick returning light The life of grace, the death of sin,

Must call us to the world again. With nature's placid woods and streams, Yet will there dawn, at last, a day, Is peace without and peace within.

A sun that never sets shall rise ; Delightful scene! a world at rest ;

Night will not vail his ceaseless ray, A God all love, no grief nor fear;

The heavenly Sabbath never dies.

EDMONSTONE. A MORNING SONG. Once more, my soul, the rising day On a poor worm thy power might tread, Salutes thy waking eyes;

And I could ne'er withstand; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay Thy justice might have crushed me dead, To Him that rules the skies.

But mercy held thy hand. Night unto night His name repeats,

A thousand wretched souls are fled The day renews the sound;

Since the last setting sun, Wide as the heaven on which He sits, And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, To turn the seasons round.

And yet my moments run.
'Tis He supports my mortal frame; O God, let als my hours be thine
My tongue shall speak His praise ;

Whilst I enjoy the light;
My sins would rouse His wrath to flame, Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And yet His wrath delays.

And bring a pleasant night.-Warts.

A PRAYER. Father of good, to whom belong

Lord, touch my heart, and make me know My morning vow, my evening song, My Saviour's worth, my Saviour's woe. Again, with trembling joy, to thee, Then shall my angry will be tame, A wayward child, I bend my knee.

Then shall I learn and weep my shame: Vyriads of angels guard thy throne, The weight of wrath in judgment due, And I am little, I am one ;

Shall feel, and feel thy mercy too. Yet all thy works mine eyes survey,

Yet not for pardoning grace alone, Then hear and help me while I pray.

I breathe a suppliant sinner's groan. Thy gifts my days with gladness crown, Pardon and love are both divine, Sin, only sin hath bowed me down; Then give me both, and make me thine ;

ing grace my fears shall quell; Brighten with hope my saddest hours, all pride and sin expel; And strow the pilgrim's path with flowers. in every danger nigh,

And so, while life and breath are mine, sth, and peace, and liberty. Shall every power in concert join, my earthly way,

To praise the God to whom belong Lord, my steps shall stay; My morning vow my evening song.


ON PRAYER. soul's sincere desire,

Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice unexprest;

Returning from his ways, of a hidden fire

While angels in their songs rejoice, bles in the breast.

And say, Behold, he prays. burden of a sigh,

The saints in prayer appear as one, of a tear,

In word, and deed, and mind; glancing of an eye

When, with the Father and His Son, e but God is near.

Their fellowship they find. simplest form of speech Nor prayer is made on earth alone,t lips can try;

The Holy Spirit pleads, Iblimest strains that reach And Jesus on the eternal throne, ty on high.

For sinners intercedes. Christian's vital breath, O thou by whom we come to God, tian's native air ;

4 he Life, the Truth, the Way ; ord at the gates of death, - The path of prayer thyself hast trod, heaven by pray'r.

Lord, teach us how to pray.

MONTGOMERY. THE POOL OF BETHESDA. hesda's healing wave,

Had they who watch'd and waited there hear the rustling wing, Been conscious who was passing by, the angel nigh, who gave With what unceasing, anxious care to that holy spring,

Would they have sought His pitying eye, 1. fix'd solicitude,

And cray'd, with fervency of soul, i' afflicted multitude.

His sovereign power to make them whole. h there was one, whose eye But habit and tradition sway'd seen the waters stirred,

Their minds to trust to sense alone; had often heav'd the sigh-- They only sought the angel's aid, sigh of hope deferr'd;

While in their presence stood, unknown, hile he suffer'd on,

A greater, mightier, far than he, virtue giv'n and gone.

With power from every pain to free. dhe, no friendly aid,

Bethesda's pool has lost its power, timely succour brought; No angel by his glad descent, coming he delay'd,

Dispenses that diviner dower, on the boon he sought,

Which with its healing waters went ; iour's love was shown,

But He whose word surpassed its wave, I him by a word alone. Is still omnipotent to save.


JACOB'S WELL. hom, in ancient time. In this thy house, whose doors we now

Hebrew bards was strung, For social worship do unfold, ador'd in song sublime, To Thee the suppliant throng shall bow, hets prais'd with glowing While circling years on years are rolld.

To Thee shall Age, with snowy hair, Zion's height aloge,

And Strength and Beauty bend the knee, 'd worshipper may dwell, And Childhood lisp, with rev'rent air, sultry noon thy Son,

Its praises and its prayers to Thee. by the patriarch's well. O Thou to whom, in ancient time, place below the skies,

The lyre of prophet bards was strung, ul song-the fervent prayer- To Thee, at last, in every clime, of the heart, may rise

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. and find acceptance there.


KEDRON. Thou soft-Aowing Kedron, by thy limpid The angels, beholding, amazed at the sight. stream

Attended their Master with solem delight. Our Saviour, at night, when the moon's Oh! garden of Olivet, dear honour'd spot, silver beam

The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be Shone bright on thy waters, would often. forgot; times stray,

The theme most transporting to seraphs And lose in their murmurs the toils of the above, day.

The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of Come, saints, and adore Him, come bow at love. His feet

Come, saints, and adore Him, come bow at Oh! give Him the glory-the praise that

His feet ; is meet;

Oh! give Him the glory-the praise that Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise,

is meet; And join the full chorus that gladdens the Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise, skies.

And join the full chorus that gladdens the How damp were the vapours that fell on skies. His head!

DE FLETRY. How hard was His pillow! how humble

His bed!

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When Jordan hush'd his waters still, 0 Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
And silence slept on Zion hill;

The long-expected hour is nigb; When Bethel's shepherds, through the The joys of nature rise again, night,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign. Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light,- See Mercy, from her golden urn, Hark! from the midnight hills around, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; A voice of more than mortal sound, Behold, she binds, with tender care, In distant hallelujahs stole,

The bleeding bosom of despair.
Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
Then, swift to ev'ry startled eye,

Bids Satan and his hosts depart.
New streams of glory light the sky, Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Heav'n bursts her azure gates to pour, Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom.
Her spirits to the midnight hour. o Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The long-expected hour is nigh ;
The glorious hosts of Zion came,

The joys of nature rise again,
High heav'n with songs of triumph rung, The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
While thus they struck their harps and


Hark! wh:t mean those holy voices, Christ is born, the Great Anointed,

Sweetly sounding through the skies, Heaven and earth His praises sing,
Lo! the angelic host rejoices,

O receive whom God appointed Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

For your Prophet, Priest, and King. Listen to the wondrous story

Hasten, mortals, tu adore Him, Which they chaunt in hymns of joy,- Learn His name, and taste His joy, Glory in the highest, glory,

Till, in heaven, ye sing before Hini, Glóry be to God most high.

Glory be to God most high. Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Let us learn the wondrous story, Reaching far as man is found,

Of our great Redeemer's birth, Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, Spread the brightness of His glory, Loud our golden harps shall sound. Till it cover all the earth.


When gathering clouds around I view, On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
And days are dark, and friends are few : Experienced every human pain

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