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4 The infinite Creator can

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

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BEAUMONT.

Dope.

1 HOPE, though slow she be, and late,
Yet outruns swift time and fate;
And aforehand loves to be

With most remote futurity.

2 Hope is comfort in distress;
Hope is in misfortune bliss;
Hope, in sorrow, is delight;
Hope is day in darkest night.

3 Hope casts anchor upward, where
Storms durst never domineer;
Trust; and Hope will welcome thee
From storms to full security.

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Thy Will be one.

1 HE sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.

As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.

2 Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs, whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be

A trusting, loving child to thee:

As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.

3 O! ne'er will I at life repine-
Enough that thou hast made it mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing with parting breath,
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.

L. M. HYMNS AND ANTHEMS.

Universal Worship.

1 THOUGH Wandering in a stranger-land,
Though on the waste no altar stand,
Take comfort! thou art not alone,

While Faith hath marked thee for her own.

2 Would'st thou a temple? look above,

The heavens stretch over all in love:

A book? for thine evangel scan

The wondrous history of man.

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3 And though no organ-peal be heard,
In harmony the winds are stirred;
And there the morning stars upraise
Their ancient songs of deathless praise.

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1 I MAY not scorn the meanest thing
That on the earth doth crawl;

The slave who dares not burst his chain,
The tyrant in his hall.

2 The vile oppressor who hath made
The widowed mother mourn,

Though worthless, soulless, he may stand,
I cannot, dare not scorn.

3 The darkest night that shrouds the sky
Of beauty hath a share;

The blackest heart hath signs to tell
That God still lingers there.

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SARAH F. ADAMS.

Past and Future.

10 HALLOWED memories of the past,

Ye legends old and fair,

Still be your light upon us cast,

Your music on the air.

2 For hearts the beautiful that feel,
Whose pulse of love beats strong,
The opening heavens new light reveal,
Glory to God, their song.

3 And while from out our dying dust
Light more than life doth stream,
We bless the faith that bids us trust
The heaven that we dream.

4 Then, hallowed memories of the past,
Or legends old and fair,
Still be your light upon us cast,
Your music on the air.

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W. J. Fox.

Truth never Dies.

1 ONCE in the busy streets

Did Wisdom cry aloud;

And then she perished, mid the scoffs

Of the misguided crowd.

2 Once in the quiet grove

Did Wisdom's accents charm;

And then she perished by the blows

Of Conquest's iron arm.

3 But ever, in the skies,

In earth, and sea, and air,

Does Wisdom teach the human heart,

And none can crush her there.

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4 Systems and teachers change,
They flourish and decay;

But ne'er from Nature's truth and love
Shall Wisdom pass away.

L. M. 61.

MRS. HEMANS.

The Nameless Martyrs.

1 THE kings of old have shrine and tomb
In many a minster's haughty gloom;
And green, along the ocean side,
The mounds arise where heroes died;
But shew me on thy flowery breast,
Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!

2 The thousands that uncheered by praise,
Have made one offering of their days;
For truth, for heaven, for freedom's sake,
Resigned the bitter cup to take;

And silently, in fearless faith,

Bowing their noble souls to death.

3 Where sleep they? Woods and sounding waves
Are silent of those hidden graves;
Yet what if no light footstep there
In pilgrim-love and awe repair-
They sleep in secret; but their sod,
Unknown to man, is marked of God!