With streams of sacred bliss, With groves of living joys, With all the fruits of paradise, He still supplies.

PART THIRD.

Before the Three in One,

They all exulting stand,

And tell the wonders He hath done
Through all their land.

The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame,
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous Name.

The God who reigns on high

The great archangels sing. And "Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King!

Who was, and is the same, And evermore shall be ; Jehovah-Father-great I Am ! We worship Thee."

Before the Saviour's face
The ransomed nations bow;
O'erwhelmed at His almighty grace,

For ever new :

He shows His prints of love;
They kindle to a flame,

And sound, through all the worlds above,

The slaughter'd Lamb.

The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high:

Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God and mine;

I join the heavenly lays ;

All might and majesty are Thine,

And endless praise.

RAY PALMER, D.D.

THE REV. RAY PALMER, D.D., was born at Little Compton, Rhode Island, U. S., in the year 1808. In 1830, he graduated at Yale College, New Haven, Connecticut. In 1835, he was ordained pastor of the Third Congregational Church in Bath, Maine, from which he was translated, in 1850, to his present charge-the pastorate of the First Congregational Church, Albany, State of New York. Dr. Palmer published a volume of "Hymns and Sacred Poems" in 1865. The following hymn from his pen was originally printed in 1830; it was published with music by Dr. Lowell Mason in 1833.

LORD, SAVE ME!

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary :
Saviour Divine !

Now hear me while I pray ;
Take all my guilt away;

Oh let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire!

As Thou hast died for me,

Oh may my love to Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,

And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day;
Wipe sorrow's tears away;

Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,

When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,-

Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh bear me safe above-

A ransomed soul.

MRS. EDGCUMBE PARSON.

MRS. EDGCUMBE PARSON is daughter of the Rev. William Rooker, a minister of the Independent Church. She is a native of Tavistock, and now resides with her husband at Sutton, Surrey. Fourteen hymns composed by Mrs. Parson have been included in the "Sunday-School Hymn Book."

SABBATH SERVICE.

JESUS, we love to meet,

On this Thy holy day.

We worship round Thy seat,

On this Thy holy day.

Thou tender, heavenly Friend,
To Thee our prayers ascend;
O'er our young spirits bend,

On this Thy holy day.

THE SUFFERINGS OF THE SAVIOUR.

Is there one heart, dear Saviour, here,
That humbly seeks for Thee?
Now with Thy promised grace appear.
Let each Thy beauty see.

We read Thy power where'er we turn,
Around, beneath, above,

But to Thy cross we come to learn
The history of Thy love.

Thou Man of sorrows, hearts like ours
Thy griefs can never know;

No human tongues, no mortal powers,
Can utter half Thy woe.

Yet 'twas for us Thy tears were shed,
For us they pierced Thy side;
To bring us help the Saviour bled,
To give us life He died.

Dear suffering Saviour, let us stay
To gaze and think of Thee,
And never coldly turn away
From sacred Calvary.

Oft may we gather round Thy feet,
To praise Thy dying love,
'Till to behold Thy face we meet
In purer scenes above.

ALEXANDER S. PATTERSON, D.D.

THE REV. ALEXANDER SIMPSON PATTERSON, D.D., was born at Croft House, Alnwick. His father, Robert Patterson, was owner of a small estate; his mother was a daughter of the celebrated John Brown, of Haddington. His education was conducted at the High School and University of Edinburgh. Obtaining licence as a probationer of the Scottish Church, he was, in 1837, ordained to the ministry at Whitehaven. In 1839, he was translated to Hutchesontown church, Glasgow. He adhered to the Free Church in 1843. Dr. Patterson has pub lished Commentaries on a portion of the New Testament; also two small works, entitled "The Cradle and the Cross of Jesus," and "Poets and Preachers of the Nineteenth Century." He is D.D. of Glasgow University. The two following lyrics have been kindly contributed by Dr. Patterson to this work.

MORNING HYMN.

(Contributed.)

MORNING breaks! the kingly sun

Issueth forth, a glorious one!
Fount of gladness, nature's crown,

Now, at noon, or going down!
First and universal light,

Make my shadowy spirit bright!

Morning breathes! the sleeping flowers
Wake before her gentle powers,
And the dewy plants inhale
Blessings from the sunny gale:
Thou that breakest nature's rest,
Stir and animate my breast.

Morning calls! the rustic starts
To the work of sturdy hearts;
Daily toils the fields shall tell,
Soon begun, hath ended well.
For "the work of faith," this hour,
Nerve my spirit, God of power.

Morning smiles! the choral bird
And the shepherd's chaunt is heard ;
Grazing herds, and lambs at play,
Welcome in the rising day,
Gladdener of the blissful throng,
Bid me join the general song.

SUNSET.

(Contributed.)

WHAT a bright, blessèd hour, when earth's voices repeat Their anthems at close of the day,

And the waves of the heaven in calm loveliness meet With the waters which borrow its ray;

Sweet season of parting, bright hour of farewell,

Albeit the herald of gloom!

With his eye on the west, who would think of the knell,

Or the shriek, or the corse, or the tomb !

Yet the saint, they tell truly, sinks sunlike at death,
And bright is the cloud that arrays him;

From the home of his spirit, a beam and a breath
Seem to hallow the spot where he lays him.

When the sun hath evanished, a glory declares
He shines, though to us he hath set;

So a radiance proclaims that the holy man bears,
Far away, his bright loveliness yet.