And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing,
Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath-us |
blowing, ||
And, as if Man were some deserving creature,
Joys | co-ver | nature.

Oh! how longsuffering, Lord! but Thou delightest

To win, with love, the wandering— | Thou—in | vitest ||

By smiles of mercy,-not by frowns or terrors, Manfrom-his | errors.

Who can resist Thy gentle call, appealing To every generous thought and grate-ful | feeling?

That voice paternal-whispering, watching ever, My bo-som? | never!

Father and Saviour! plant within this bosom The seeds of | holiness,- || and bid them blossom

In fragrance, and in beauty bright and vernal,
And spring-eternal.

Then place them in those everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs-are the ! wardens;

Where every flower that creeps through death's dark portal ||

Be comes-im | mortal. Amen.

15.

THOUGH I speak with the tongues of | men—

and of angels,

And I have no-t | charity,

I am become as | sound-ing | brass, -a | tink-ling | cymbal.

Or |

And though I have the gift-of prophecy,
And understand all

knowledge;

mys-teries, | and—all |

And though I have all faith, so that I could mo-ve mountains,

And have not chari—ty, | I—am | nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to | feedthe poor,

And though I give my body | to-be | burned,

And have-not | charity,

It | pro-fit | eth-me | nothing.

Charity suffereth long, | and-is | kind :

Charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is-not | puff-ed | up,

Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh | nother own,

Is not easily provoked, | think-eth | n-o | evil;

Rejoiceth not | in—in | iquity,

But rejoic-eth | in-the | truth;

Beareth all things, be | liev-eth | all things, Hopeth all things,-en | dur-eth | all things.

Charity ne-ver | faileth ;

But whether there be prophecies, ❘ they— shall | fail :

Whether there be tongues, they-shall | cease; Whether there be knowledge, it shall | vanish-away.

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And now abideth faith, hope, | charity,--these | three;

But the greatest-of | these—is | charity.

16.

THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in | fire,

As the Lord cometh down in the pomp— of his ire;

Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of | cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godheadare | bow'd.

The glory! the glory! around him are | pour'd, The myriads of angels that | wait-on the | Lord;

And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are | there,

And all who the palm-wreaths of victo-ry |

wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all | heard,

Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd | monu

ments

stirr'd:

From ocean and earth, from the south pole and | north,

Lo, the vast generations of ages-come | forth.

The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,

Where the Lamb and the white-vested | eldersare met;

All flesh is at once in the sight of the | Lord, And the doom of eternity | hangs on-his | word.

O mercy! O mercy! look down from above, Redeemer, on us thy sad | children,—with | love; When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven,

May our justified souls find a welcome-in | heaven. Amen!

HYMNS.

GOD AND HIS PRAISE.

1.-L.M.

Praise ye. the Lord.

YE nations round the earth rejoice
Before the Lord your sovereign King,
Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory sing.

The Lord is God: 'tis He alone,

Doth life, and breath, and being give:
We are his work and not our own:
The sheep that on his pastures live.

Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;

Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

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