Filling all thy heart with gladness, In the happy song of heaven. B. L. THE JOY IN HARVEST. Isaiah ix. 3. IT is sweet in Autumn's eve Who turns from the worldling's madness, And looks from the toils of earth To the harvest song of gladness. The reaper can sweetly rest In his loved, though lowly, home; And bright is the sunrise that tells him, "The Sabbath of peace has come." But sweeter the rest of the saint Whom death has released from sadness; More bright his sunrise, waking To joy in the harvest's gladness. R. W. KYLE. THE HOUR OF PRAYER. My God! is any hour so sweet Blest be that tranquil hour of morn, Words cannot tell what sweet relief, Then is my strength by Thee renewed; C. E. TONNA. SUPPLICATION. OH God that madest the earth and sky, the darkness and the day, Give hear to this thy family, and help us while we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart, to view the rocky shore! The Cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear; But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair! Then, mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew! And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience 100. BISHOP HEBER. THE COTTAGER'S HYMN. AMONG the lowly ones on earth, Yet, I may be of noble birth, Yes, if I am a child of God, Oh Jesus! who hast borne the cross, Oh make me rich in faith and love, Then take me to my rest above, THE ONE FAMILY. "Of whom the whole Family in heaven and earth is named.” Ephesians iii. 15. LET saints below join saints above, And on the eagle wings of love Let saints on earth in concert sing One Family, we dwell in Him, One church, above, beneath; One army of the living God, To His commands we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, E'en now to their eternal home, Jesus! be thou our constant guide; C. WESLEY, CHRISTMAS HYMN. Lo! return'd the joyful season, Though he dwelt in boundless glory, Yet to save a world of sinners, Far from God mankind had fallen, Press'd with loads of guilt and anguish, Hopeless now no more we groan : What is man, thou blest Redeemer, That such love to him is shown? Jesus lived for us in sorrow, |