O come; for Thou dost know the way! Hallowed be thy name — By the thoughts of our hearts, Thy kingdom come Of Providence to defend us, Of grace to refine us, Of glory to crown us; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven- And forgive us our trespaffes Against the commands of thy law, As we forgive them that trespass against us By embezzling our property, And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil Of overwhelming afflictions, Of worldly enticements, Of Satan's devices, Of errors' seductions, Of finful affections; For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever Thy kingdom governs all, Amen. Thy power subdues all, As it is in thy purposes, So it fhall be to thy praise. Pierre Bernard. THE SHEPHERD'S SABBATH SONG. Ins is the Sabbath day HIS is the Sabbath day! TH In the wide field I am alone. Hark! now one morning-bell's sweet tone: Now it has died away. Kneeling I worship Thee; Around and far away So clear and solemn is the fky, It seems all opening to my eye; From the German of Uhland, by Mrs. Follen. "JAM LUCIS ORTO SIDERE." I. TOW that the sun is gleaming bright Implore we, bending low, That Thou, the Uncreated Light Wouldft guide us as we go. II. Nor finful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove, But fimple truth be on our tongue And in our hearts be love. III. And as the hours in order flow O Chrift! securely fence Our gates, beleaguered by the foe, The gate of every sense. IV. And grant, that to thine honor, Lord! Our daily toil may tend, That we begin it at thy word, And in thy favor end. MORNING PRAYER. SILENCE deep and strange! The earth doth yet in quiet flumber lie, No ftir of life, save on yon woodland range, The tall trees bow as if their Lord paffed by. Like to one new-create, I have no memory of grief and care; This world, with all its band Of clamorous joys and griefs, shall be to me |