THE LORD'S DAY.

"This is the day when Christ arose,
So early from the dead;

Why should I still my eyelids close,
And waste my hours in bed?"

THE voice which was singing was as sweet and joyous as that of the lark, and its song of praise went up when the fresh airs of morning were blowing, and the golden sunbeams of morning were shining into the little chamber of the singer; but no sooner was the verse concluded, than another youthful voice burst forth, as joyously and as sweetly, in the second verse of the same hymn :—

"This is the day when Jesus broke

The power of death and hell,
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,

And love my sins so well?"

There was a pause, and then a third voice of