O, then the setting sun shines fair,
And all below, and all above,
The various forms of Nature, wear
One universal garb of love.

3 And then the peace that Jesus brought,
The life of grace eternal beams,
And we, by his example taught,
Improve the life his love redeems.
4 Delightful scene! a world at rest;
A God all love; no grief, no fear;
A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile, unsullied by a tear.

MISCELLANEOUS.

961.

L. M.

EDWARDS.

Sabbath Hymn with Nature.

ING of the world! I worship thee:

the thing

A contrite heart, a bended knee,

To-day shall be my corn, my wine.

A choral song for sacrifice

Will mount as fire, and heavenward own The green-leaved earth, through joys and sighs, A satellite round Mercy's throne.

2 The moon comes up to wake the dew,
And hang a star on every leaf;

The sun can take a rainbow hue,
To kiss away the meadow's grief;

The wave will lay its buoyance by, To let the cloud take anchor there; Earth, through her flowers, salutes the sky; The sky meets earth in balmy air. 3 And I was born to see and say How beauty beams, without, within. From the fly, made to gild a day, To my own soul, outliving sin. Even now I feel thy cherubim

Have come to me from thee, All-wise!. Then, Silence, thou shalt be my hymn, And Thought, my only sacrifice.

962.

C. M.

HERBERT.

S

The Soul's Beauty Unfading.

WEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright;
Bridal of earth and sky;

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou, alas! must die.

2 Sweet rose ! in air whose odors wave,
And color charms the eye;

Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou, alas! must die.

3 Sweet spring! of days and roses made,
Whose charms for beauty vie;
Thy days depart, thy roses fade;
Thou, too, alas ! must die.

4 Only a sweet and holy soul
Hath tints that never fly;

While flowers decay, and seasons roll,
This lives, and cannot die.

963.

T

Evening Hymn with Nature.

10 Thee, my God! to thee I bring
The evening's grateful offering;
From thee, the source of joy above,
Flow everlasting streams of love;
And all the rays of light that shine,
And bless creation, Lord! are thine.

2 The morn, when stepping down the hills,
The noon, which all creation fills
With glory; evening's placid fall;
The twilight and the raven pall
Of midnight, all alike proclaim
Thy great, thine all-impressive name.
3 And from the little worm, whose light
Shines palely through the shades of night,
Up to the sparkling stars that run
Their evening rounds, or glorious sun,
Rolling his car to twilight's rest,
All, all in thee is bright and blest.

4 And over all, above, below,
We see thee, ever-present thou!
In every wandering rill that flows,
In every gentle breeze that blows,
In every rising, setting sun,

We trace thee,-own thee, holy One!

5 Yes! in the mid-day's fervid beams, And in the midnight's shadowy dreams, In action and repose, we see,

We recognize and worship thee;

To thee our worthiest songs would give,
And in thee die, and to thee live.

Water."

B. BARTON.

"He shall be like a Tree Planted by the Rivers of

BLES

LESSED state! and happy he
Who is like that planted tree ;
Living waters lave his root,

Bends his bough with golden fruit.

2 When the seedling from its bed
First lifts up its timid head,
Ministry of thine must give
All on which its life can live.

3 Showers from thee must bid it thrive;
Breath of thine must oft revive;
Light from thee its bloom supplies;
Left by thee it fades and dies.

4 Thine, O Lord! the power and praise
Which a sight like this displays;
Power of thine must plant it there;
Praise of thee it should declare.

965.

11's M. (Peculiar.)

F. OSGOOD.

"Enter into His Gates with Thanksgiving, and into His Courts with Praise."

A

PPROACH not the altar
With gloom in thy soul;

Nor let thy feet falter,

From terror's control!
God loves not the sadness
Of fear and mistrust;

O, serve him with gladness,
The Gentle, the Just!

2 His bounty is tender,
His being is love,

His smile fills with splendor
The blue arch above.
Confiding, believing,
O, enter always,

"His courts with thanksgiving,
His portals with praise!"

3 Nor come to the temple
With pride in thy mien ;
But lowly and simple,
In courage serene.
Bring meekly, before him,
The faith of a child;
Bow down and adore him,
With heart undefiled.

966.

L. M.

MISS CAREY,

Light and Darkness.

UR Father, when beside the tomb

We mourn the unconscious dead below,

Thy angels come amid the gloom,

With solace for our doubt and woe.
And, looking through the shades of death
To that bright land where none can die,
How clearly then the eye of faith
Beholds the portals of the sky!

2 And they, whose lives serenely even,
In pleasure's flowery way have kept,
Have never known the love of heaven,

As they whose souls have mourned and wept :