There is a world above Formed for the good alone : Thus star by star declines, As morning high and higher shines PRAISE FROM ALL MANKIND.-L. M. From all that dwell below the skies Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord! Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, MISSIONARY HYMN. From Greenland's icy mountains, From many an ancient river; Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. Shall we whose souls are lighted Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds His story, It spreads from pole to pole! BISHOP HEBER. GIVE ME A DRAUGHT. Give me a draught from the crystal spring, When the rocks and the woods their shadows fling Give me a draught from the crystal spring, When the leaves of the trees are withering Give me a draught from the crystal spring, When the flowers are in bloom, and the echoes ring Give me a draught from the crystal spring, Give me a draught from the crystal spring, But if aught from the worm of the still you bring, HYMN ON RETIRING TO REST.-L. M. "I will both lay me down...and sleep."-Psalm iv. 8. Glory to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light. Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings! Beneath Thy own Almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, Teach me to live that I may dread Oh, may my soul on Thee repose, When in the night I sleepless lie, Oh when shall I in endless day, Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him, all creatures here below: Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ZION, CITY OF OUR GOD.-P. M. Psalm 1xxxvii. 3. Glorious things of thee are spoken, He whose word cannot be broken, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. See! the streams of living water, Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Grace, which like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. TALENT S.-P. M. All have their Duties. God entrusts to all Talents few or many; None so young and small That they have not any. Though the great and wise Yet my one I prize, And it must not slumber. |