Or the clouds each other chasing
Over yonder quiet sky.

5 Father, now one prayer I raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,-
Never from thy fear depart.

6 Then, when years are gathered o'er me, And the world is sunk in shade, Heaven's bright realm will rise before me; There my treasure will be laid.

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H. M.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return:

Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights, and mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face:

Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.

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L. M.
Sabbath Morning.

1 FATHER in heaven, thy ceaseless love Has brought us to this holy day; Blest with thy kindness from above, Another week has passed away. 2 Grant us, O Lord! a grateful heart To feel thy goodness and obey: Ne'er may we from thy love depart, Ne'er may we leave thy heavenly way. 3 Grant us, this day, a willing mind

To learn what thou would'st have us do And how we may thy favor find,

And love and serve each other too.
4 Thy happy children may we live,
Thy happy children may we die ;
To all may God, our Father, give
A home of peace above the sky.

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L. M.
Morning.

1 ALMIGHTY God, by thy great power, I hail again the morning hour; How fair the green fields meet my eyes! How sweet the birds sing in the skies! 2 How fresh appear the hills and trees! And, O, how pure the morning breeze! I bless thy love in all I see,

For were not these things made for me? 3 Not me alone-for thou hast given Thy good to all beneath the heaven;

And I rejoice that others share
The gift, the blessing, and the prayer.
4 And though a child, and weak I be,
I yet may bend myself to thee,
And join my feeble voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.

1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,

Thou, who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart

Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 3 We would our prayers with fervor bring, And lay them at thy sacred throne, And render praise, O heavenly King, To thee, who praise canst claim alone.

1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest!

2 Lord, we pray for pardoning grace, In our dear Redeemer's name:

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Sin remove, and in its place
Give us virtue's purest flame:
Thus, from all our sins set free,
May we rest at last with thee.

L. M.
Sunday School.

1 ASSEMBLED in our school once more,
God's gracious blessing we implore:
We meet to learn, and sing, and pray :
May he be with us through this day.
2 If we attend with humble mind,
And seek instruction, we shall find:
Then, while we hear the sacred page,
O, may its truth our hearts engage.
3 These Sabbath days will soon be 'o'er,
And we shall come to school no more;
We would not then endure the pain
Of having spent our time in vain.

4 And when on earth we meet no more,
May we to God, our Father, soar,
And praise him in more lofty strains,
Where one eternal Sabbath reigns.

1 O GOD, I thank thee that the night In peace and rest hath passed away; And that I see, in this fair light,

My Father's smile, that makes it day. 2 Be thou my guide, and let me live As under thine all-seeing eye:

Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.

1 THE soaring lark proclaims the dawn,
And hails the glorious orb of day:
The lowing herds spread o'er the lawn,
Or range the flowery pastures gay.

2 The singing birds, of various notes,

From every shady grove around, [throats Pour forth their strains;-1 their warbling Make all the hills and dales resound.

3 Their cheerful songs, which sweetly rise, Show forth their bounteous Maker's

praise,

Who smiles on all; and each one tries
Its finest, noblest notes to raise.

4 The soothing, gentle morning breeze,
With richest, purest fragrance blows;
And, rustling through among the trees,
Refreshes all things as it goes.

5 All hail!— these early morning hours!
They often call the wise abroad,
To view and praise the mighty powers,
The greatly glorious works of God!

1 THROUGH all the dangers of the night
Preserved, O Lord, by thee,

Again we hail the cheerful light,
Again we bow the knee