O, may my

soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

9. L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

.... Teach me

"Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk. to do thy will."—Psalm cxliii. 8, 10.

As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend!
Teach me thy statutes all divine,
And let thy will be always mine!

When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O, lead me onward to the skies!

80.

P. M.

BISHOP HEBER.

"The night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee."

- Psalm cxxxix. 12.

GOD! who madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light;

Who the day for toil hath given,
For rest the night;

May thine angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night!

"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee."

-Isaiah xxvi. 3.

ANOTHER day its course hath run,
And still, O God, thy child is blest;
For thou hast been by day my sun,
And thou wilt be by night my rest.

Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, when all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,

My spirit to my Father's will.

"It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High! To show forth thy loving-kindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every evening.” — Psalm xcii. 1, 2.

My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.

Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.

I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

THERE is a world above,

All beautiful and bright;

And those who love and seek the Lord
Rise to that world of light.

There sin is known no more,
Nor tears, nor want, nor care;
There good and happy beings dwell,
And all are holy there.

"If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable. . . . . But thanks be to God, who hath given us the victory."— 1 Corinthians xv. 19, 57

Ir all our hopes and all our fears,
Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
If, travellers in this vale of tears,
We saw no better world beyond,

O, who could check the rising sigh?
What earthly thing could pleasure give?
O, who would venture then to die?
O, who could then endure to live?

And such were life, without the ray
From our divine religion given;

'Tis this that makes our darkness day,
'T is this that makes our earth a heaven.

Bright is the golden sun above,

And beautiful the flowers that bloom;

And all is joy, and all is love,

Reflected from a world to come.