To faith reveal the things unseen, O make Thy face on me to fhine, On me James Montgomery. 1803-1853. W SUNDAY. WHEN the worn spirit wants repose, How sweet to hail the evening's close, How sweet to hail the early dawn, When firft that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light! Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul! When will my pilgrimage be done, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, James Edmefton. 1820. A SUNDAY HYMN. ORD of all being! throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Centre and soul of every sphere, Sun of our life, thy wakening ray Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We afk no luftre of our own. Grant us thy truth to make us free, One holy light, one heavenly flame! Dr. O. W. Holmes. 1860. OF THE INCOMPARABLE TREASURE OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. H ERE is the spring where waters flowe, Here is the tree where trueth doth grow, To lead our lives therein; Here is the Judge that ftints the strife, Here is the bread that feedes the life The tidings of salvation deare Come to our eares from hence; Then be not like the hogge that hath A pearle at his defire, And takes more pleasure in the trough, Reade not this booke in any case But with a fingle eye; Read not but firft defire God's grace To vnderstand thereby; Pray ftill in faith with this respect, That knowledge may bring this effect Then happie thou in all thy life, From Barker's Bible. 1594. THE ONE CHURCH. OUTSIDE THE CHURCH. STAND without here in the porch, I hear the organ peal within, I hear the prayer with words that scorch With threatenings of the laft account. Reach me but as our dear Lord's prayer, And as the Sermon on the Mount. Muft it be Calvin, and not Christ? |