The work does not furnish a complete series of compositions; being, in many parts, rather adapted with more or less propriety to the successive portions of the Liturgy, than originally suggested by them. Something has been added at the end concerning the several Occasional Services: which constitute, from their personal and domestic nature, the most perfect instance of that soothing tendency in the Prayer Book, which it is the chief purpose of these pages to exhibit. MAY 30, 1827. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. MOR MORNING. His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Lament. iii. 22, 23. HUES of the rich unfolding morn, Thou rustling breeze, so fresh and gay, Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Eyes that the beam celestial view, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, New mercies, each returning day, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set, to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, Such is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn, and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all to espy Their God, in all themselves deny. O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! Along life's dullest, dreariest walk! * Revelation xxi. 5. We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, The trivial round, the common task, Seek we no more; content with these, Only, O Lord, in thy dear love EVENING. Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent. St. Luke, xxiv. 29. "TIS gone, that bright and orbed blaze, In darkness and in weariness The traveller on his way must press, Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, When round thy wondrous works below Or by the light thy words disclose When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, Thou Framer of the light and dark, * ["Les plaisirs sont les fleurs que notre divine Maitre, Dans les ronces du monde, autour de nous fait naitre, Chacun a sa saison."] t["Domine, fecisti nos ad te, et inquietum est cor nostrum onec requiescat in te." St. Augustine.] |