3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thy hands;
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
5 Grace! 'tis a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound-
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.

615. 7 & 6s. M.

A Morning Hymn.

ANONYMOUS.

1 THE morning light is breaking,
The darkness disappears,

The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar

Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion's war.

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us
In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us
Are opening every hour;
Each cry to Heaven going

Abundant answer brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,
With peace upon their wings.

3 Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thy onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay;
Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim the Lord has come.

away,

Thus do we offer thee our prayer of devotion, God of the fatherless! guide us, guard us to-day.

2 When o'er the western hills, the sunset tints blending,

Show us how quickly fades all that on earth seems bright,

Still to unfading realms our prayer is ascending, God of the fatherless! guide us, guard us to-night.

617. 10s. M. LYTE.

Prayer in Affliction.

1 ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O, abide with me!

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? On to the close, O Lord, abide with me! 4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies!

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone!

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies.

2 Another fleeting day is gone!

Swept from the records of the year;
And still, with every setting sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.

3 Another fleeting day is gone!
But soon a fairer shall arise

A day, whose never-setting sun

Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies.

4 Another fleeting day is gone !

In solemn silence rest, my soul,
And bow before his awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll.

619. C. M. W. B. O. PEABODY.

Autumn Evening Meditations.

1 BEHOLD the western evening light!
It melts in deepening gloom;
So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

The winds breathe low- the withering leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree;
So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.

2 How beautiful, on all the hills,
The crimson light is shed!
'Tis like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.
How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast!

'Tis like the memory left behind,

When loved ones breathe their last.

3 And now above the dews of night
The yellow star appears;

So faith springs in the hearts of those
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.
But soon the morning's happier light
Its glories shall restore;

And eyelids that are sealed in death
Shall wake to close no more.

1 I LOVE to steal a while 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.

1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; O, how still
Is the working of his will!

2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh!
Work in me as silently;

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.