By all thy works on earth adored,
We worship thee the common Lord.
Charles Wesley.

My God, is any hour so sweet

From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet,

The hour of prayer.

Charlotte Elliott.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Robert Robinson.

O let thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,-
The mists of error and of vice
Which shade the universe.
John Wesley.

Let the incense of our prayers
Before thy mercy rise.

The brightness of the coming night
Upon the darkness rolls;

With hopes of future glory chase

The shadows from our souls.

Adelaide A. Procter.

I bow my forehead in the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.

John G. Whittier.

Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
William Cowper.

Higher than the highest heaven,
Deeper than the deepest sea,

Lord, thy love at last hath conquered;
Grant me now my supplication,-
None of self, and all of thee!
Theodore Monod.

Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

George W. Doane.

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.
George Croly.

Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh;
To thee our trembling hearts aspire.
Charles Wesley.

How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls. on wings of love
Mount upward to the skies!

Anne Steele.

I'll trim my lamp the while,

And chant a midnight lay,

Till perfect light and gladness come
In glory's endless day.

Author Unknown.

By the blue sky bending o'er us,
By the green earth's flowery zone,
Teach us, Lord, the angel chorus,

"Thou art Love and Love alone.'

Archdeacon Farrar.

Day is dying in the west;

Heaven is touching earth with rest: Wait and worship while the night Sets her evening lamps alight Through all the sky.

Mary A. Lathbury.

Take time to be holy,
The world rushes on;
Spend much time in secret.
With Jesus alone-
By looking to Jesus,

Like him thou shalt be;
Thy friends in thy conduct
His likeness shall see.

W. D. Longstaff.

The incense of the heart, may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there. John Pierpont.

"Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near.

James Montgomery.

Our Earthly Life

As shadows cast by cloud and sun,
Flit o'er the summer grass,
So, in thy sight, Almighty One,
Earth's generations pass.

And as the years, an endless host,
Come swiftly pressing on,

The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten and are gone.

William Cullen Bryant.

We would see Jesus: other lights are paling,
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing:
We would not mourn them, for we go to thee.
Anna B. Warner.

How vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

Isaac Watts.

I thank thee more that all our joy
Is touched with pain;

That shadows fall on brightest hours,
That thorns remain;

So that earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

Adelaide A. Procter.

Earth's but a sorry tent,

Pitched but a few frail days,

A short-leased tenement.

S. Crossman.

Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
Charles Wesley.

A few more storms shall beat

On this wild, rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests cease

And surges swell no more.

Horatius Bonar.

Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee by her dead.
Reginald Heber.

Let worldly minds the world pursue;
It has no charms for me:
Once I admired its trifles too,
But grace hath set me free.
As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed,
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is revealed.

John Newton.

Arise, my soul, on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;

Let faith now pierce the veil, and see

The glories of eternity.

Thomas Gibbons.

'Tis paradise when thou art here,

If thou depart, 'tis hell.

Isaac Watts.