Day without night the angels fing, David awaked his harp and voice, Jacob in prayer nocturnal ftrove; "Dismiss me, for 't is break of day!" See how, in galling fetters laid, They sang the praises of the Lord; How fhall I then Thy praise decline, When health and friends and home are mine? My dawn of day is clear and calm; No foes oppress, no fears alarm. Are these Thy mercies, Lord, to me? So fhall I find Thee ftrong to save, my The grave shall own my Saviour's might, And darkness vanish at Thy fight! Only my soul must now awake 'Tis there I hope Thy face to see, The crown of all felicity; 'Tis there I hope that reft to gain, Which here I seek, but seek in vain. As endless ages roll along, Endless fhall be my grateful song; Glory to God, who Israel keeps, And now, my midnight musings o'er, And angels guard my soul from ill. James Ford. 1856. T SONGS IN THE NIGHT. WAS in the watches of the night I kept Thy lovely face in fight, While I lay refting on my bed, My God, my life, my hope, I said, I ftrive to mount thy holy hill; Thy mercy ftretches o'er my head Isaac Watts. 1674-1748. NIGHT MUSINGS. I N the ftill filence of the voiceless night, When, chased by airy dreams, the flumbers flee, Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, O God, but Thee? And if there be a weight upon my breast, Or if it be the heaviness that comes My bosom takes no heed of what it is, Since 't is Thy will. For, oh! in spite of past and present care, Or anything befide, how joyfully Passes that almoft solitary hour, My God, with Thee! More tranquil than the stillness of the night, Beneath Thy power. For what is there on earth that I defire, TAR of morn and even, STAR Sun of Heaven's heaven, Saviour high and dear, Toward us turn thine ear; Though the gloom be grievous, Though the Tempter come, Thou wilt lead us home. Saviour pure and holy, |