As one by an unswerving instinct led.—
Most like the sigh of solitary prayer,

From the hid fountains of some burthened heart,
Poured forth in secret, e'en as though there were
None with itself life's mystery to share ;-

Yet adding still, by an unconscious art,

To the whole Church's voice its own melodious part.

Preserve and continue this sick member in the unity of the Church;

SUNDAY.

F. HEMANS.

How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose-meadow paths, their

way

Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending,

Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day!

The halls from old heroic ages grey

Pour their fair children forth; and hamlets low,

With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds

play,

Send out their inmates in a happy flow,

Like a freed vernal stream. I may not tread
With them those pathways-to the feverish bed
Of sickness bound ;-yet, O my God, I bless
Thy mercy, that with sabbath peace hath fill'd
My chasten'd heart, and all its throbbings still'd
To one deep calm of lowliest thankfulness.

He putteth his full trust only in thy mercy.

JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING.

J. NEWTON.

SOMETIMES a light surprises

The Christian while he sings;

It is the Lord, who rises

With healing in his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new;

Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say—
E'en let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may,

It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too;
Beneath the spreading Heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens,
Will give his children bread.

Though vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there :

Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice.

Strengthen him with thy blessed Spirit; and, when Thou art pleased to take him hence, take him unto thy favour, through the merits of thy most dearly beloved Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

MISERY.

(PART.)

HENRY VAUGHAN.

SUCH is man's life, and such is mine,

The worst of men, and yet still thine ;
Still thine, Thou know'st, and if not so,
Then give me over to my foe.

Yet since as easy 'tis for Thee

To make man good as bid him be,
And with one glance (could he that gain)
To look him out of all his pain,

O send me from thy holy hill
So much of strength, as may fulfil
All thy delights (whate'er they be)
And sacred institutes in me!
Open my rockie heart, and fill
It with obedience to thy will;
Then seal it up, that as none see,
So none may enter there but Thee.

O hear, my God! Hear Him, whose blood
Speaks more and better for

my good!

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O let my crie come to thy throne!
My crie not poured with tears alone,
(For tears alone are often foul,)
But with the blood of all my soul;
With spirit-sighs, and earnest groans,
Faithful and most repenting moans;
With these I crie, and crying pine,

Till Thou both mend, and make me thine!