I ON WORSHIP. LET deepest silence all around Its peaceful shelter spread ; So shall that living word abound, 2 How sweet to wait upon the Lord, What though no preacher speak the word, A minister is there. 3 A minister of wondrous skill He teaches all the Father's will, He dissipates the coward's fears, He speaks; and lo! the softest tear He knows to bend the heart of steel, 6 And Oh! how precious is His love 7 From mind to mind, in streams of joy, 'Tis peace, 'tis praise, without alloy, 8 'Twas thus, where God Himself is known The angel myriads round His throne, 9 And all were still and silent long, I I J. J. Gurney. SECRET, YET REVEALED. KNOW Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 2 The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath risen, with healing in His wings, Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee My soul its life and succour brings ; My help is all laid up above Thy Nature and Thy Name is Love. Wesley. I WH PRAISE. HEN all Thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost 2 O! how shall words with equal warmth, The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart! 3 Unnumbered comforts to my soul, 4 When in the slippery paths of youth, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe 5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, It gently clear'd my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice 6 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou, 7 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts, 8 Through all eternity to Thee, Addison. I I PRAYER ANSWERED BY CROSSES. ASK'D the Lord that I might grow 2 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray, As almost drove me to despair; 3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour, 4 Instead of this, He made me feel 5 Yea, more, with His own hand He seem d 6 "Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried, 7 "These inward trials I employ, From self and pride to set thee free, And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou mayst seck thy all in me." Newton 1 TEMPTATION. HE billows swell, the winds are high, Out of the depths to Thee I call,— My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on Thee; 4 Dangers of every shape and name, 5 Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck, Cowper. 1 EVER PRAYING. I N this world of conflict straying, Ever watchful, ever praying, |