I.-"Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name."

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PSALM CXLV.

MY God, my King, Thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear,
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise!

LORD, Thou hast form'd mine every part,
Mine inmost thought is known to Thee:
Each word, each feeling of my heart,

Thine ear doth hear, Thine eye can see.

2 Though I should seek the shades of night,
And hide myself in guilty fear,
To Thee the darkness seems as light,
The midnight as the noonday clear.

3 The heavens, the earth, the sea, the sky,
All own Thee ever present there;
Where'er I turn, Thou still art nigh,
Thy Spirit dwelling everywhere.

4 Oh may that Spirit, ever blest,
Upon my soul in radiance shine,
Till, welcomed to eternal rest,

I taste Thy Presence, Lord Divine!

Robert Allan Scott, 1839.

HUDSON.