swift the heaven-ly course they run, Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one.
2. Thy love the powers of thought bestowed!
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.
3. In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.
4. In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5. When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned. when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
6. My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see:
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on Thee.
MISS H. M. WILLIAMS.
1. O Gon of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led!
2. Our vows our prayers we now present Before Thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers! be the God
Of their succeeding race.
3. Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide.
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4. O spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And, at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace.
5. Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God
And portion evermore.
1. How deep and tranquil is the joy
Which Thou hast kindly given
To those who seek Thy presence, Lord,
And tread the path to heaven.
2. "T is in the silence of the shade
My sober thoughts begin,
And earth's illusive charms appear
But vanity and sin.
3. T is here the troubled springs of life
Are calmed to sweetest rest;
The stillness of this hour expels
The tumult of my breast.
4. Far, far above all mortal things
I walk with God alone;
And while He names celestial joys,
I call them all my own.
5. Then let the noisy world pursue
The trifles of a day.-
Mine be the silent, secret joys
That never fade away.
2. Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?
3. What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4. Return, O holy Dove, return
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
5. The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.
6. So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
1. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
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. Praver 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 contrite sinner's voice
Returning from His ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And say "Behold, he prays"
5. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gate of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
1. FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2. The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by Thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow Thee.
3. There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
O with what peace, and joy and love,
She communes with her God!
4. There, like the nightingale she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5. Author and Guardian of my life!
Sweet source of light divine,
And-all harmonious names in one-
My Saviour, Thou art mine!
6. What thanks I owe Thee, and what love-
A boundless, endless store-
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
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