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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 fhine,
That doubt and fear may cease; Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me—and give me peace.
'James Montgomery. 1803-1853.
WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
How sweet te 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,
That day, which fades no more?
'James Edmejton. 1820.
ORD of all being! throned afar,
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Sun of our life, thy wakening ray
Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before thy ever-blazing throne
We afk no luftre of our own.
A SUNDAY HYMN.
flames from sun and ftar;
Grant us thy truth to make us free,
OF THE INCOMPARABLE TREASURE OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.
ERE is the spring where waters flowe,
Here is the tree where trueth doth grow,
To lead our lives therein;
Where men's devices faille;
That death cannot aflaile;
Come to our eares from hence;
And fhielde of our defence.
A pearle at his defire,
And wallowing in the mire;
To quench our heate of finne;
Reade not this booke in any case
But with a fingle eye;
To vnderftand thereby;
To fructifie therein,
To mortify thy finne. t Then happie thou in all thy life,
What so to thee befalles;
When God by death thee calles.
From Barter's Bible. 1594. THE ONE CHURCH.
OUTSIDE THE CHURCH.
ISTAND without here in the porch,
Muft it be Calvin, and not Chrift?