To faith reveal the things unseen, O make Thy face on me to fhine, On me James Montgomery. 1803-1853. WHE SUNDAY. HEN the worn spirit wants repose, How sweet to hail the evening's close, How sweet to hail the early dawn, When first that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light! Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace, When will my pilgrimage be done, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, James Edmefton. 1820. A SUNDAY HYMN. 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 throned afar, Centre and soul of every sphere, Sun of our life, thy wakening ray Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We afk no luftre of our own. Grant us thy truth to make us free, One holy light, one heavenly flame! Dr. O. W. Holmes. 1860. OF THE INCOMPARABLE TREASURE OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. HERE is the spring where waters flowe, To quench our heate of finne ; Here is the tree where trueth doth grow, Here is the Judge that ftints the ftrife, Here is the bread that feedes the life Come to our eares from hence; The fortress of our faith is here, And fhielde of our defence. Then be not like the hogge that hath And takes more pleasure in the trough, Reade not this booke in But with a fingle eye; any case Read not but first defire God's grace Pray ftill in faith with this respect, That knowledge may bring this effect Then happie thou in all thy life, From Barker's Bible. 1594. THE ONE CHURCH. I OUTSIDE THE CHURCH. STAND without here in the porch, I hear the bell's melodious din, I hear the organ peal within, I hear the prayer with words that scorch With threatenings of the laft account. Reach me but as our dear Lord's prayer, Muft it be Calvin, and not Christ? |