2 Is it where sunny

skies
grow

dim
With smoke of heathen sacrifice ?
Or where, in costly domes, the hyinn

Is taught on incense clouds to rise ?
Nay, nay, thy blessed word has shown

Thy kingdom is the heart alone!
3 That solemn world, whose bounds between

Life's mysteries of birth and death,
Are filled with warring hosts unseen,

Beings of power, though not of breath -
The spirit realm, where'er it be,

Is the dominion swayed by thee. 4 Wild, phantom shapes of gloom and fear,

Roam dimly through the haunted spot, And earth holds not a land so drear

As the sad heart that owns thee not, Where sorrows wound and pleasures pall,

And death's dread shadow darkens all.
5 But lift thy sceptre there, its bowers

Shall be serene and sweet and fair,
And, as in time's primeval hours,

The holy ones shall gather there,
And heaven's own peace the soul o'erflow,
E’en while it lingers here below.

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BEAUMONT
The Heaven Within.
1 As earth's pageant passes by,

Let reflection turn thine eye
Inward, and observe thy breast;

There alone dwells solid rest.
2 That's a close immured tower,

Which can mock all hostile power ;
To thyself a tenant be,
And inhabit safe and free.

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3 Say not that this house is small,

Girt in a narrow wall;
In a cleanly, sober mind,

Heaven itself full room doth find.
4 The infinite Creator can

Dwell in it; and may not man ?
Here, content, make thy abode
With thyself and with ihy God.

DEVOUT EXERCISES.

Thy mercy

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Habitual Devotion.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power!

Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;
To thee my thoughts would soar;

o'er
my

life has flowed
That mercy I adore !
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see !
Each blessing to my soul more dear

Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In

every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;-

That heart shall rest on thee!

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L. M.

BOWRING Perpetual Praise. 1 When, wakened by thy voice of power,

The hour of morning beams in light,
My voice shall sing that morning hour,

And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon;

Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ;
And noon and morning shall attune

My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3 When 'neath the evening western gate

The sun's retiring rays are hid,
My joy shall be to meditate,

E'en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue,

And gathering night creation dims,
The twilight and the midnight, too,

Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,

My constant inspirations be;
And every shifting scene of time

Reflect, my God, a light from thee.

C. M.

MRS. BROWN
Secret Prayer.
1 I love to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On him whom I adore.

3 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven.
4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

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S. M.

C. WESLEY
Prayer for Self-Consecration.
1 O God, my strength, my hope,

On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hearest prayer.
2 O, for a godly fear,

A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near

And sees the tempter fly!-
3 A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer !
4 Lord, let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
To better worlds above.
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MOORE
Breathings of Grace.
1 Like morning, when her early breeze

Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,

Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er

The spirit, dark and lost before ;
And freshening all its depths, prepare

For truth divine to enter there!
3 Till David touched his sacred lyre,

In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,

E’en angels stooped to hear the song.
4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,

Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.

COWPR.

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S. M.

Dependence on God.
1. To keep the lamp alive,

With oil we fill the bowl ;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And
grace

that feeds the soul.
2 The Lord's unsparing hand

Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,

But still derived from him.
3 Man's wisdom is to seek

His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own,