HUMILITY. L.M.

S. P. TUCKERMAN.

17.

Psalm xix.

GOD of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies;

Oh, like the sun may I fulfil
The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will
March on, and keep my heavenly way.

Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy judgments true, thy promise sure;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

Give me thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss ;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold, compared with this.
Isaac Watts.t
18.

I SAID it in the meadow-path,
I say it on the mountain stairs
The best things any mortal hath
Are those which every mortal shares.
The grass is softer to my tread,

For rest it yields unnumbered feet;
Sweeter to me the wild-rose red

Because it makes the whole world sweet.

FERRIER.

7.7:7.7.

Rev. J. B. DYKES.

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20.

"The heavens declare the glory of God." SLOWLY, by thy hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; oh, how still Is the working of thy will! Mighty Maker, ever nigh, Work in me as silently; Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights. Living worlds to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought; High and infinite desires, Flaming like those upper fires.

Holy Truth, Eternal Right,

Let them break upon my sight;

Let them shine, serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

GRATEFUL for another day,
Sunshine glory over all,
Every care we put away,
Answering the morning's call.
Thine, O Father, is the hour,
Thine the hearts we lift anew;
By thy life-reviving power
Make us glad and brave and true.
As an island in the sea,
Heaven above and rock below,
Where the joyous winds are free,
Where the bravest flowers grow;

So our lives in safety rest
In thy providence of love,
Daily by thy bounty blest,
Rock below and heaven above.
Emma E. Marean.

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Father, give the weary

Calm and sweet repose; With thy tenderest blessing May mine eyelids close. Grant to little children

Visions bright of thee; Guard the sailors tossing On the deep, blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer,

Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil

From their sin restrain. Through the long night-watches May thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In thy holy eyes.

Sabine Baring-Gould.

The Silent Hour.

As the storm retreating

Leaves the vales in peace, Let the world's vain noises O'er our spirits cease. Sounds of wrath and striving, Man with man at war,

Hearts with Heaven contending,Hear we now no more.

Now the hours of stillness,

Wondrous visions show;
Heaven unfolds before us,
Angels come and go.
Holy human faces,

From earth's shadows free,
Look with love upon us,
Bid us patient be.
Almost we discern them,
Almost read their smile,
Almost hear them saying,

"Wait a little while."

Thus in hours of stillness,
Faith to Heaven shall rise,
Till death's last, deep silence
Quite unseals our eyes.

Theodore C. Williams

HURSLEY. L.M.

Arranged from PETER RITTER, by W. H. MONK.

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25.

"At evening time it shall be light."
COME, Father, with the coming night,
Refresh and cheer my weary heart;
At evening time it shall be light,
If thou art near, though day depart.

From tedious toil, from anxious care,
Dear Lord, I turn again to thee;
Thy presence and thy smile to share
Makes every burden light to me.
With thee, of all sad thoughts beguiled,
Peace nestles in my tranquil breast;
And, like a pleased and happy child,
In thy kind arms I sink to rest.

Ray Palmer.
"They that know thy name will put their trust
in thee."

26.
ABIDE with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant slumbers, pure and light.

O FATHER, bless us ere we go!
Thy word into our minds instil,
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
The day is gone, its hours have run,
And thou hast taken count of all, -
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.

Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

Do more than pardon, give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty;
And loving hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like thee.
For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto thee we call :
Oh, let thy mercy make us glad!
Thou art our Father and our All!

Frederick W. Faber.

Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home
But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come.

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.

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

30.

Vesper Hymn.

Isaac Watts.

AGAIN, as evening's shadow falls,
We gather in these hallowed walls;
And vesper hymn and vesper prayer
Rise mingling on the holy air.

May struggling hearts that seek release
Here find the rest of God's own peace;
And, strengthened here by hymn and prayer,
Lay down the burden and the care.

O God, our Light! to thee we bow;
Within all shadows standest thou;
Give deeper calm than night can bring;
Give sweeter songs than lips can sing.

Life's tumult we must meet again,
We cannot at the shrine remain ;
But, in the spirit's secret cell,
May hymn and prayer forever dwell!
Samuel Longfellow.