Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore, Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone, All glorious in Thy gore,

Didst light and life restore,

To us who lay in darkness and undone !

Therefore, with angels and archangels, we To Thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, And tune our songs to Thee

Who art, and art to be,

And, endless as Thy mercies, sound Thy praise!

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC THANKSGIVING.

ANON.

BEFORE Jehovah's aweful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and He destroy!

His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.

We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the Heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise!

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as Thyself Thy truth shall stand,

When rolling years have ceased to move!

FOR THE SAME.

ADDISON.

WHEN all Thy mercies, oh my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Oh how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare

That glows within my beating heart?
But Thou canst read it there!

Thy Providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest;
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand goodly gifts
My daily thanks employ,

Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,
My strains of love renew.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise ;
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise!

IN TIMES OF DISTRESS AND DANGER.

R. H.

Oн God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day,

Give ear to this Thy family, and help us when we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore!

The cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear,

But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair!

Then mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew!

And when Thy sorrows visit us, oh send Thy patience too!