4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man
Before thy presence, God?

A breath but yesterday inspired,
To-morrow but a clod.

That clod shall mingle in the vale,
But, kindled, Lord, by thee,
The spirit to thy arms shall spring,
To life, to liberty.

122. L. M. WATTS.
Evening Hymn.

1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

3 I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

123. L. M. BOWRING.

"He giveth his Beloved Sleep.".

1 REVIVING Sleep! thy sheltering wing Is o'er the couch of labour spread; Sweet minister, unearthly thing,

That hovers round the tired one's head.

2 As calm and cold as mortal clay,
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.

3 0, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life's sad waste repairs again.
4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine,
And lead me gently to the last,
Until I hear thy voice divine,

"Awake! for death's dark night is passed."

1 How shall we praise thee, Lord of light?
How, all thy boundless love declare?
Though earth is veiled in shades of night,
The heaven is open to our prayer,-
That heaven, so bright with stars and suns,-
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
There the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.

2 We would adore thee, God sublime,
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space;
O, how shall thought expression find,
All lost in thine immensity!

How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind,
Amid thy dread infinity!

3 But thou art present with us here,
As in thy glittering, high domain;
And grateful hearts and humble fear
Can never seek thy face in vain.
Help us to praise thee, Lord of light,
Help us thy boundless love declare,
And while we seek thy face to-night
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.

125.

L. M. 6 1. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Prayer for Daily Guidance.

1 As every day, thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,
And let thy will be always mine.

2 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest:
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies!

3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done-
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

1 FATHER! Thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide;
Every hallow'd wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by;
Every hope thine offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.

2 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thy shrine;
These and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest-all are thine.

3 And for all, my hymns shall rise,
Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied-righteous One!
Through life's strange vicissitude
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,

Fix'd and cheer'd, and counsell❜d there.

1 BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high;
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.

2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control:
Yet still thou art not there.
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is every where?

3 0, not in circling depth, or height,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from sight,
There does his spirit rest.

O come, thou Presence Infinite,

And make thy creatures blest.

128.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

God Revealed in Nature.

1 THERE is a God, all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See from the clouds his glory breaks,

When the first beams of morning rise.