The one glorious Light.

BEHOLD the sun, how bright
From yonder east he springs,
As if the soul of life and light
Were breathing from his wings.

So bright the gospel broke
Upon the souls of men;

So fresh the dreaming world awoke

In truth's full radiance then.

Before yon sun arose,

Stars clustered through the sky
But O, how dim, how pale were those,

To his one burning eye!

So truth lent many a ray

To bless the pagan night

But, Lord, how weak, how cold were they

To thy one glorious light!

THOMAS MOORE.

Christianity.

O, FAIREST-BORN of love and light,
Yet bending brow and eye severe
On all which pains the holy sight,
Or wounds the pure and perfect ear,

The generous feeling, pure and warm,
Which owns the rights of all divine,
The pitying heart, the helping arm,
The prompt self-sacrifice, are thine.

Beneath thy broad, impartial eye,

How fade the lines of caste and birth!
How equal in their sufferings lie
The groaning multitudes of earth!

In holy words which cannot die,

In thoughts which angels leaned to know, Christ gave thy message from on high, Thy mission to a world of woe.

That voice's echo hath not died;
From the blue lake of Galilee,
From Tabor's lonely mountain side,
It calls a struggling world to thee.

WHITTIER.

The Church victorious.

DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness;

Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more: Bright o'er thy hills dawns the daystar of gladness; Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them;

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

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ANONYMOUS.

COMMUNION.

The Love of Christ.

YE followers of the Prince of Peace,
Who round his table draw,
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.

The love which all his bosom filled

Did all his actions guide;

Inspired by love he lived and taught, Inspired by love he died.

Let all the sacred law fulfil;
Like his be every mind;

Be every temper formed by love,

And every action kind.

BEDDOME.

Christ's Memory.

NOT with terror do we meet
At the board by Jesus spread;

Not in mystery drink and eat

Of the Saviour's wine and bread.

"Tis his memory we record,

'Tis his virtues we proclaim;

Grateful to our honored Lord,

Here we bless his sacred name.

See him, on the dreadful day
Of his mortal agony,

Break the bread, and hear him say, "Eat of this, and think of me!"

See him standing on the brink

Of the tomb; and hark, he cries, "Take the cup, and, as you drink, O, remember him who dies!"

Yes, we will remember thee,

Friend and Saviour; and thy feast

Of all services shall be

Holiest and welcomest.

BOWRING.