2 Be thou my Guide, and let me live
As under thine all-seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.

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EVENING HYMN FOR A CHILD.

Hebron.

"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day."-Ps. xci. 5.

1

ANOTHER day its course hath run,

And still, O God, thy child is blest;
For thou hast been by day my sun,
And thou wilt be by night my rest.
2 Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,-

My spirit to my Father's will.

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SATURDAY EVENING.

Effingham.

"And he said unto them. This is that which the Lord hath said, To-morrow is the rest of the Holy Sabbath unto the Lord." -Ex. xvi. 23.

1

ANOTHER week has passed away,

Another Sabbath now draws near;
Lord, with thy blessing crown the day,
Which all thy children hold so dear!
2 Delivered from its weekly load,

How light the happy spirit springs,
And soars to thy divine abode,

With peace and freedom on its wings.

3 Now 'tis our privilege to find

A short release from all our care;
To leave the world's pursuits behind,
And breathe a more celestial air.

4 O Lord, those earthly thoughts destroy,
Which cling too fondly to our breast,
Through grace prepare us to enjoy
The coming hours of hallowed rest.
5 And when thy word shall set us free
From every burden that we bear,
Oh! may we rise to rest with thee,
And hail a brighter Sabbath there.

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THE LORD'S DAY.

Coronation.

"And he said unto them, The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath."-Mark ii. 27.

1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs her God to seek ;

How sweet to hail the evening's close,
That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn,
That opens on my sight;

When first the soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!

3 Sweet day, thine hours too soon will cease,
Yet while they gently roll,
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o'er my soul.

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er;

That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?

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Christmas.

LORD'S DAY MORNING.

"But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive."-1 Cor. xv. 20-22.

1

AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray;

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 Oh, what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!

Oh, what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4. Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

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S. M.

St. Thomas.

HYMN FOR A FAST DAY.

"Is it such a fast that I have chosen? a day for a man to afflict his soul? is it to bow down his head as a bulrush, and to spread sackcloth and ashes under him? Wilt thou call this a fast and an acceptable day to the Lord? Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke," &c.?—Isa. lviii. 5, 6.

1 "

"IS

this a fast for me?"

Thus saith the Lord our God,— "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod ?—

2" Like bulrush low to bow

His sorrow-stricken head,
With sackcloth for his inner vest,
And ashes round him spread?
3 "Shall day like this have power
To stay the avenging hand,
Efface transgression, or avert
My judgments from the land?

4 "No; is not this alone

The sacred fast I choose,Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose?—

5 "To nakedness and want

Your food and raiment deal,
To dwell your kindred race among,
And all their sufferings heal?

6 "Then like the morning ray

Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!"

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Old Hundred.

HYMN FOR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING.

"To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice."-Prov. xxi. 3.

1

REAT God, beneath whose piercing eye

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The world's extended kingdoms lie,

We bow before thy heavenly throne,
Thy power we see, thy goodness own.

2 To thee with grateful hearts we raise
The tribute of exulting praise:

Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide,
Here Freedom's banner spread they wide.

3 Our country's Guardian, Guide, and Friend,
Thou didst thy care and aid extend;
But oh! how ill have we repaid

That constant care, that constant aid!

4 Of Freedom's rights, for which we toiled,
Have we our fellow-men despoiled;
Oppression's crime and sinfulness
We would with deepest shame confess.
5 Oh, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Incline our hearts t' obey thy word;
And do to each and all the same
That we from them may justly claim.

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Missionary.

RURAL CELEBRATION.

"Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sca roar, and the fulness thereof. Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord."-Ps. xcvi. 11, 12, 13.

1 COME, when the leaves are greenest, Come, in the flush of light,

Come, when the air is sweetest,

Come, when the flowers are bright;
Come, leave thy cares behind thee,
Lay all thy books away,
And let the green fields find thee,
Devout, and pure, and gay.

2 Here study every feature-
Here read in every line-
In every plant and creature,
That Nature's book's divine;
That God has made in beauty
The world in which we live,
To teach us of our duty,

To know him, and believe.

30 see him on the mountain,And hear him in the rill;

Speaking from every fountain,
And vocal in the hill;
The planets in their rising,

Him day and night proclaim,-
While every season changing,
Attests his glorious name.

4 Then when the leaves are greenest, And skies are flush with light; Then when the air is sweetest

And all the flowers are bright,—
Come, leave thy cares behind thee,
Lay all thy books away,-

Here let thy Maker find thee,—
Here love, adore, and pray.

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Uxbridge.

DEATH OF A TEACHER.

"And I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them."-Rev. xiv. 13.

1

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OW blest the righteous when he dies,-
When sinks a weary soul to rest!

How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer-cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,—

A calm which life nor death destroys; Nothing disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears!

Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world! farewell!

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,-
"How blest the righteous when he dies!"