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C. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

The Sabbath. In the Family.

1 Now may the Spirit's holy fire,
Descending from above,
His waiting family inspire

With joy, and peace, and love.

2 Wake, heavenly wind, arise, and come,
Blow on the drooping field;
Our spices then shall breathe perfume
And fragrant incense yield.

3 Touch with a living coal the lip
That shall proclaim thy word,
And bid us all devoutly keep
Attention to the Lord.

The Church is the Garden of God.-Ps. 92.

1 LORD, 't is a pleasant thing to stand

In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.
3 The plants of grace shall ever live ;
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true;

None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

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7s M.

MONTGOMERY.

A Day in the Courts of the Lord.

1 To thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there;
Abba! Father! give me grace,
In thy courts to seek thy face.
2 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord my righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads,
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith may I
Hear thee speaking from the sky.
6 From thy house, when I return,
May my heart within me burn,
And at evening let me say,

-I have walked with God today.

The Church is our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27.

1 THE Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

3 One privilege my heart desires :
O! grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;

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Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide. A

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77. C. M.

What is Prayer?

MONTGOMERY.

1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;

The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh;
The falling of a tear

The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The majesty on high

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;

His watchword at the gates of death; *
He enters heaven with prayer."

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, Behold he prays!

6 The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, and deed, and mind;

While with the Father, and the Son,
Sweet fellowship they find.

7 0 thou by whom we come to God,
The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

Dare to pronounce thy holy name,
Or bow to thee the knee?
I know not of my spirit's birth,
How dust and soul combine,
Nor being of one thing on earth,
And how can I know thine?

2 I only know that I was made
Thy purpose to fulfil,
And that I gladly would be good,
And do thy holy will.
For this, my being rational,
For this, my dwelling place,
I bless thee, Lord; but most of all,
For gospel of thy grace.

3 Direct my soul to search and know What Jesus did for me,

And teach my little heart to glow
With thankfulness to thee.
And when this weary life is done,
And dust to dust declines,

Then may I dwell beyond the sun,
Where thy own glory shines.

4 Take my dear parents to thy care,
My little kinsfolk too,

And listen to their humble prayer,
When they before thee bow.
And when they pray for sinful me,
With fervour that exceeds,

Do thou return the blessing free
And double on their heads.

Sunday Morning. For a Child.

1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away, Unto thy holy temple, Lord,

I

I'll go, with willing mind, to pray,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word.

2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy
The holy calm I find in thee.

3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love,
To tell how calm, how blest shall be
The endless day of heaven above.

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L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Sunday Evening. For a Child 1 AGAIN we've seen the Sabbath day, And heard of Jesus and of heaven; We thank thee, Father, and we pray That this day's sins may be forgiven. 2 May all we heard and understood Be well remembered through the week,