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meant to signify the time for which, as well as the time within
which the Turks should occupy the throne of the Greek or West-
ern 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. Bicker-
steth 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, there-
fore, we cannot conclude this brief sketch in more appropriate
terms, than that in which we concluded the life of the Rev.
John Brown of Wamphray, our distant relative, about ten
years ago, (Psalm cii. 12-22, lxxii. 17 19)

Thou didst, O mighty God, exist
Ere time began his race;

Before the ample elements

HYMNS.

Filled up the void of space;
Before the ponderous earthly globe
In fluid air was stayed;
Before the ocean's mighty springs
Their liquid stores display'd;
Ere through the gloom of ancient night
The streaks of light appeared;
Before the high celestial arch,

Or starry poles, were reared;
Before the loud melodious spheres
Their tuneful round begun;
Before the shining roads of heav'n
Were measur'd by the sun;
Ere through the empyrean courts,
One hallelujah rung;

HYMN.

Or to their harps the sons of light
Ecstatic anthems sung.
Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,

Or prais'd thy wondrous name,
Thy bliss, O sacred spring of life,
Thy glory was the same.
And when the pillars of the world
With sudden ruin break,
And all this vast and goodly frame,
Sinks in the mighty wreck;
When from her orb the moon shall start

The astonish'd sun roll back,
And all the trembling starry lamps,
Their ancient course forsake,-
Forever permanent and fix'd,
From agitation free,

Unchanged in everlasting years,
Shall thy existence be."

WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR?-LUKE X. 29.

Thy neighbour?-It is he whom thou
Hast power to aid and bless,
Whose aching heart, or burning brow,
Thy soothing hand may press.
Thy neighbour?-'Tis the fainting poor
Whose eye with want is dim,

MRS. ROWE

Whom hunger sends from door to door:
Go thou and succour him.
Thy neighbour?-'Tis that weary man
Whose years are at their brim,
Bent low with sickness. cares, and pain.
Go thou and comfort him.

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

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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.

HYMN.

Glory to God, who safe hath kept,
And hath refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew,
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill;
Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

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
Its living roof above our heads.
Look up to heaven, the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run;
He cannot halt nor go astray,
But our immortal spirits may.
Lord, since his rising in the east,
If we have faltered or transgressed,
Guide from thy love's abundant source,
What yet remains of this day's course.
Help with thy grace, through life's short
day,

Our upward and our downward way,
And glorify for us the west,

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,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more active make,
To serve my God when I awake.
Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
His watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard me from the approach of ill.
Lord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care;
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above.
To see thy face, and sing thy love.

BISHOP KEN.

SABBATH MORNING.

Dear is the hallowed morn to me,
When village bells awake the day,
And by their sacred minstrelsy

Call me from earthly cares away.
And dear to me the winged hour,

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
More lovelily than all beside ?

It is, of all the times below,

A Sabbath eve in summer tide.
Oh then the setting sun smiles fair
On all below and all above;
The different forms of nature wear
One universal garb of love

And then the peace that Jesus beams,
The life of grace, the death of sin,
With nature's placid woods and streams,
Is peace without and peace within.
Delightful scene! a world at rest;

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,
A smile unsullied by a tear.

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.

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g grace my fears shall quell; pride and sin expel;

n every danger nigh,
h, and peace, and liberty.
my earthly way,

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,
And strow the pilgrim's path with flowers.
And so, while life and breath are mine,
Shall every power in concert join,
To praise the God to whom belong
My morning vow my evening song.
ANONYMOUS.

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
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,
4he Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer thyself hast trod,
Lord, teach us how to pray.

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,
sultry noon thy Son,
by the patriarch's well.
lace below the skies,

ul song--the fervent prayer-
of the heart, may rise
and find acceptance there.

MONTGOMERY.

Had they who watch'd and waited there
Been conscious who was passing by,
With what unceasing, anxious care

Would they have sought His pitying eye,
And crav'd, with fervency of soul,
H's sovereign power to make them whole.
But habit and tradition sway'd

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,
With power from every pain to free.
Bethesda's pool has lost its power,
No angel by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dower,

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
For social worship do unfold,
To Thee the suppliant throng shall bow,
While circling years on years are roll'd.
To Thee shall Åge, with snowy hair,

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,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the
skies.
DE FLEURY.

CHRIST'S BIRTH

When Jordan hush'd his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion hill;
When Bethel's shepherds, through the
night,

Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light,-
Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,
Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul.
Then, swift to ev'ry startled eye,
New streams of glory light the sky,
Heav'n bursts her azure gates to pour,
Her spirits to the midnight hour.
On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came,
High heav'n with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and
sung,-

ANNOUNCED.

O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
See Mercy, from her golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds, with tender care,
The bleeding bosom of despair.
He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his hosts depart.
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom.
O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
CAMPBELL.

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