Calm in the hour of buoyant health,

Calm in my hour of pain,

Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain;

Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like Him who bore my shame,
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate Thy holy name;

Calm when the great world's news with power My liftening spirit ftir;

Let not the tidings of the hour

E'er find too fond an ear;

Calm as the ray of sun or ftar
Which ftorms affail in vain,

Moving unruffled through earth's war,
The eternal calm to gain.

H. Bonar. 1856.

BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.

E who himself and God would know,

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Into the filence let him go,

And, lifting off pall after pall,
Reach to the inmoft depth of all.

Let him look forth into the night;
What solemn depths, what filent might!
Those ancient ftars, how calm they roll,-
He but an atom 'mid the whole !

And, as the evening wind sweeps by,
He needs must feel his God as nigh;
Muft needs that unseen Presence own,
Thus always near, too long unknown.

How small, in that uplifted hour,
Temptation's lure and paffion's power!
How weak the foe that made him fall,
How ftrong the soul to conquer all!

A mighty mind of nobler will.

Sends through his soul its quickening thrill; No more a creature of the clod,

He knows himself a child of God.

Martineau.

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ATH not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,

As if its inmoft depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?

Haft thou not heard 'mid foreft glades,
While ancient rivers murmured by,
A voice from forth th' eternal fhades,
That spake a present Deity?

And as upon the sacred page

Thine eye in rapt attention turned O'er records of a holier age,

Hath not thy heart within thee burned?

It was the voice of God that spake
In filence to thy filent heart,
And bade each worthier thought awake,
And every dream of earth depart.

Voice of our God, O yet be near!

In low, sweet accents whisper peace; Direct us on our pathway here,

Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease.

FOR INWARD PEACE.

FOR a heart of calm repose
Amid the world's loud roar,

A life that like a river flows

Along a peaceful shore!

Bulfinch.

Come, Holy Spirit, ftill my heart
With gentleness divine;

Indwelling peace Thou canft impart,
O make that blessing mine!

Above these scenes of ftorm and ftrife
There spreads a region fair;
Give me to live that higher life,
And breathe that heavenly air!

Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace!
That victory make me win!
Then fhall my soul her conflict cease,
And find a heaven within.

OPEN, Lord, my inward ear,

And bid my heart rejoice;

Bid my quiet spirit hear

The comfort of thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place, Still and filent is the sound,

The whisper of thy grace.

From the world of fin and noise
And hurry I withdraw;

For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe;

Silent I am now and still,
Dare not in thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of thy love.

Meth. Coll.

ET deepest filence all around Its peaceful shelter spread; So fhall the living word abound, The word that wakes the dead.

How sweet to wait upon the Lord
In ftillness and in prayer!

What though no preacher speak the word,
A minifter is there.

He knows to bend the heart of steel,

He bows the loftieft soul ;

O'er all we think and all we feel
How matchless his control!

And O how precious is his love.
In tender mercy given!
It whispers of the bleft above,

And stays the soul on heaven.