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To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold ;
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,
Sheds forth new rays of light!
Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease ;
Yet, while they gently roll,
A Sabbath o'er my soul !
When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o’er,
A SUNDAY HYMN.
T ORD of all being ! throned afar,
L Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Sun of our life, thy wakening ray
Lord of all life, below, above,
Grant us thy truth to make us free,
Dr. O. W. Holmes. 1860.
OF THE INCOMPARABLE TREASURE OF THE HOLY
L ERE is the spring where waters flowe,
To lead our lives therein ;
Where men's devices faille ;
That death cannot affaile ;
Come to our eares from hence;
And shielde of our defence.
A pearle at his desire,
And wallowing in the mire ;
Reade not this booke in any case
But with a single eye ;
To vnderstand thereby ;
To fructifie therein,
To mortify thy sinne.
What so to thee befalles;
From Barker's Bible.
THE ONE CHURCH.
OUTSIDE THE CHURCH.
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.