4 Oh! make but trial of his love;

Experience will decide

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye young, and ye will then
Have nothing else to fear;

Make ye his service your delight-
He'll make your wants his care.

148

May 27. L. M.

GOD'S BLESSING INVOKED.

Tallis' Chant.

"Let not thy heart envy sinners: but be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day long."—Prov. xxiii. 17.

1

REAT God! to thee our songs we raise,

GR

To thee pour forth our notes of praise;
Hear thou our morning prayer, and deign
To pardon sin, and cleanse its stain.

2 As yield deep shades to morning's light,
As from the day-star flees the night,
So to our souls, made dark by sin,
Pour thine own holy radiance in.
3 Thy Holy Spirit's beams impart
To warm and purify the heart;
Thou Fountain of our soul's true day,
Make bright before us all our way.
4 Guide thou and govern all our mind,
All our desires let chasteness bind;
And make our adverse times to be
But times of blessing ruled by thee.
5 With earnest cry we beg, this day,
That thou wilt drive all sin away;
So we, defended by thy power,
Will praise thy name for evermore.

149

May 28. C. M.

Christmas.

THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE.

"No mention shall be made of coral or of pearls: for the price of wisdom is above rubies."-Job xxviii. 18.

1

YE

glittering toys of earth, adieu,

A nobler choice be mine;

A real prize attracts my view

A treasure all divine.

2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, Ye flattering baits of sense; Inestimable worth appears,

The pearl of price immense!

3 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this dear gift possessed,

I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,

And be for ever blest.

4 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;

Accept the praise that grace inspires,
Since I can call thee mine.

150

May 29.

7s.

ADORATION.

Nuremburg.

"And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory."— Isa. vi. 3.

1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail.

2 Though not worthy of thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.

3 There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;

That, through heaven's capacious round,
Praise to thee may ever sound.

4 Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored.

151

May 30.

L. M.

Old Hundred.

GOD SEEN IN ALL THINGS.

"Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot who walketh upon the wings of the wind."-Ps. civ. 2, 3.

1

THERE is a God, all nature speaks,

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

When earliest beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright,

Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God,-
Bow down before him, and adore.

152

May 31.

78.

Nuremburg.

INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT INVOKED.

"Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy Spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness."-Ps. cxliii. 10.

1

GRACIOUS Spirit—Love divine !

Let thy light within me shine;

All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me with thy heavenly love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart:
Come and dwell within my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine;
Keep me, Lord, for ever thine.

153

June 1. 7s & 6s.

Romaine.

SUMMER.

"Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."-Ps. lxxiv. 17.

1

"TIS

IS summer, glorious summer,-
Look to the glad green earth,
How from her grateful bosom

The herb and flower spring forth;-
These are her rich thanksgivings,
The incense floats above!
Father! what may we offer?
Thy chosen flower is love.

2 'Tis summer, blessed summer,-
The lofty hills are bright;
All nature's fountains sparkle,—
Shall ours have lesser light?
No! bid each spirit praise him,
Who hangs on every tree
A thousand living lyres,
Awaking harmony.

3 'Tis summer in our bosoms,
When youthful snares we fly,
And strength and peace are given
By angel ministry.

'Tis summer in yon heaven,

Where, teachers, ye shall know
While time shall last, the blessedness
Wrought by your love below.

154

June 2.

S. M.

NATURE AND REVELATION.

St. Thomas.

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation."Isa. lii. 7.

1

2

BEHOLD the sun, how bright

From yonder east he springs,
As if the soul of life and light
Were breathing from his wings.
So bright the gospel broke
Upon the souls of men;

3

4

So fresh the dreaming world awoke
In truth's full radiance then!

Before yon sun arose,

Stars clustered through the skyBut oh! how dim, how pale, were those

To his one burning eye.

So truth lent many a ray,

To bless the pagan's night—

But, Lord, how weak, how cold, were they
To thy one glorious light!

155

June 3. L. M. 6 lines.

Eaton.

ALL THINGS ARE OF GOD.

"For of him, and through him, and to him are all things; to whom be glory for ever."-Rom. xi. 36.

1

THOU art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze,

Through opening vistas, into heaven,-
Those hues, that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,-
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.