II2.

"From generation to generation."

O LIGHT, from age to age the same,
Forever living Word, -

Here have we felt thy kindling flame,

Thy voice within have heard.
Here holy thought and hymn and prayer
Have winged the spirit's powers,
And made these walls divinely fair,-
Thy temple, Lord, and ours.
What visions rise above the years,

What tender memories throng,
Till the eye fills with happy tears,
The heart with grateful song!
Vanish the mists of time and sense;
They come, the loved of yore,
And one encircling Providence

Holds all for evermore.

Oh, not in vain their toil who wrought
To build faith's freer shrine, -

Nor theirs whose steadfast love and thought
Have watched the fire divine.

Burn, holy fire, and shine more wide!
While systems rise and fall,
Faith, hope, and charity abide,
The heart and soul of all.

Frederick L. Hosmer.

FAITH. C.M.

Rev. J. B. DYKES.

MEN.

113.

The Garment thou seest Him by.

THY seamless robe conceals thee not,
From earnest hearts and true :
The glory of thy perfectness

Shines all its texture through.
And on its flowing hem we read,

As thou dost linger near,
The message of a love more deep

Than any depth of fear.

And so no more our hearts shall plead

For miracle and sign;

Thy order and thy faithfulness
Are all in all divine.

These are thy revelations' vast

From earliest days of yore ; These are our confidence and peace : We cannot wish for more.

In nature's various shows,
The whirlwind's breath, the tender light
Of the rejoicing rose.

For doth not that same power enfold
Whatever things are new,

Which shone about the saints of old
And struck the seas in two?
Ashamed, I veil my fearful eyes

From this, thy earthly reign;
What shall I do when I arise

From death, but die again?
What shall I do but prostrate fall
Before the splendor there,
That here so dazzles me through all
The dusty robes I wear?

I dare not pray to thee to give

That heaven which shall appear; My cry is, help me, thou, to live

Within the heaven that's here!

Alice Cary.

"I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh." SPIRIT Divine! attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home; Descend with all thy gracious power: Oh, come, Great Spirit, come!

Come, glorious Light! to waiting minds
That long the truth to know,
Reveal the narrow path of right,
The way of duty show.

Come, cleansing Fire! enkindle now

The sacrificial flame,

That all our souls an offering be

To love's redeeming name.

Come as the dew! on hearts that pine Descend in this still hour,

Till every barren place shall own

With joy thy quickening power.

Come, Wind of God! sweep clean away
What dead within us lies,

And search and freshen all our souls
With living energies.

Andrew Reed. Samuel Longfellow.

"O that I knew where I might find him!”

121.
Go not, my soul, in search of him,
Thou wilt not find him there,
Or in the depths of shadow dim,

Or heights of upper air.
For not in far-off realms of space

The Spirit hath its throne;
In every heart it findeth place
And waiteth to be known.
Thought answereth alone to thought,
And soul with soul hath kin;
The outward God he findeth not
Who finds not God within.

And if the vision come to thee

Revealed by inward sign, Earth will be full of Deity

And with his glory shine!

Thou shalt not want for company,

Nor pitch thy tent alone;
The indwelling God will go with thee,
And show thee of his own.

Then, go not thou in search of him,

But to thyself repair;

Wait thou within the silence dim,

And thou shalt find him there!
Frederick L. Hosmer.