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2 The flames thy messengers become,
And their destruction pour,
Lies mouldered in an hour.
Destruction rears its head,
Along our streets are spread.
With awe adore thy name;
That snatched us from the flame.
E. H. CHAPIN
From nature's face we flee;
O nature's life, to thee!
In tempests as they blow;
The lightning; and the snow.
And heaven is veiled in wrath ;
Breaks its appointed path;
Of beauty and of awe;
True to the central law.
In seeming wreck and blight,
We trust thy love; thou best dost know
The universal peace;
And when the flood should cease.
4 And though around our path some form
Of mystery ever lies,
That checker earth and skies,
Permit us, Holy One,
How sure is their defence !
Their help omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,
Makes every region please ;
And smooths the boisterous seas.
Thy goodness I 11 adore,
Through the long ages yet to be,
Which she this hour hath done for me.”
And see the precious perfume poured,
The sacred record of thy word.
The tribute of our grateful praise,
Where woman her true homage pays.
All holy may her influence be!
With Temperance, Truth, and Charity.
Where love like Mary's fills the heart;
A sacred influence to impart.
8s. & 7s. M. J. G. ADAMS
Woman's mission with our race,-
Fruits of thy redeerning grace.
be not where honor
3 In that name, O Father, strengthen
Her full heart and ready hands;
Christian love's encircling bands.
And the suffering faint and die,
Mercy's blessings to supply.
Be truth's witness by her given,
Earth redeemed resembles heaven.
BARTON. "Walk in the Light.” 1 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love,
Who reigns in light above.
Thy darkness passed away,
In which is perfect day.
No fearful shade shall wear;
For Christ hath conquered there !
A path, though thorny, - bright
ANONYMOUS The Cause of Humanity Hopeful. 1 The past is dark with sin and shame,
The future dim with doubt and fear ;
Whose guardian love is always near! 2 For man has striven ages long
With faltering steps to come to thee,
could see. 3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer
But thou wert kinder than he dreamed,
And nearer still thy kingdom seemed. 4 But never rose within his breast,
A trust so calm and deep as now;
Father! Preserver! answer thou ! 5 'Tis dark around, 't is dark above,
But through the shadow streams the sun;
And man's great aim shall yet be won!
8s. & 7s. M. MONTGOMERY,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Something still to do, or bear.
Think what Father's smiles are thine;