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To faith reveal the things unseen,

To hope the joys untold ;
Let love without a veil between

Thy glory now behold.

O make Thy face on me to shine,

That doubt and fear may cease ; Lift up Thy countenance benign On me — and give me peace.

James Montgomery. 1803– 1853.


THEN the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close,

That ends the weary week!

How sweet to hail the early dawn,

That opens on the fight,
When first that soul-reviving morn

Sheds forth new rays of light!

Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease ;

Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,

A Sabbath o'er my soul !

When will my pilgrimage be done,

The world's long week be o’er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day, which fades no more?

James Edmeston.



T ORD of all being ! throned afar,

L Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near !

Sun of our life, thy wakening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

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Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no lustre of our own.

Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly Aame !

Dr. O. W. Holmes. 1860.



L ERE is the spring where waters flowe,
11 To quench our heate of sinne;
Here is the tree where trueth doth grow,

To lead our lives therein ;
Here is the Judge that stints the strife,

Where men's devices faille ;
Here is the bread that feedes the life

That death cannot affaile ;
The tidings of salvation deare

Come to our eares from hence;
The fortress of our faith is here,

And shielde of our defence.
Then be not like the hogge that hath

A pearle at his desire,
And takes more pleasure in the trough,

And wallowing in the mire ;

Reade not this booke in any case

But with a single eye ;
Read not but first desire God's grace

To vnderstand thereby ;
Pray still in faith with this respect,

To fructifie therein,
That knowledge may bring this effect

To mortify thy sinne.
Then happie thou in all thy life,

What so to thee befalles;
Yea, double happie shalt thou be
When God by death thee calles.

From Barker's Bible.


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I STAND without here in the porch, 1 I hear the bell's melodious din, I hear the organ peal within, I hear the prayer with words that scorch Like sparks from an inverted torch, I hear the sermon upon fin, With threatenings of the last account. And all, translated in the air, Reach me but as our dear Lord's prayer, And as the Sermon on the Mount.

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