cease;

Yet, while they gently roll,

Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A sabbath o'er my soul!

56.

The manifold Grace of God. E. SCUDDER.

1 THOU Grace Divine, encircling all,
A shoreless, soundless sea,
Wherein at last our souls must fall,
O love of God most free! -

2 When over dizzy heights we go,

One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us safe and slow,-
O love of God most wise!

3 And though we turn us from thy face,
And wander wide and long,
Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace,
O love of God most strong!

4 The saddened heart, the restless soul,
The toil-worn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control,

O love of God most kind!

1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook,

On those who seek thy presence now,
In deep compassion look;

2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.

3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear, And kind to all that live,

Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear

Art ready to forgive.

4 Lord, aid us with thy heavenly grace, Our truest bliss to find;

In mercy view our erring race,

So feeble and so blind.

1 O SOURCE divine, and Life of all,
The Fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall,
That saw not Love supreme in thee.

2 We shrink before thy vast abyss,
Where worlds on worlds unnumbered
brood;

We know thee truly but in this, -
That thou bestowest all our good.

3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
Oh grant us still in thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well!

4 Nor let thou life's delightful play

Thy truth's transcendent vision hide; Nor strength and gladness lead astray From thee, our nature's only guide.

5 Bestow on every joyous thrill

A deeper tone of reverent awe;
Make pure thy children's erring will,
And teach their hearts to love thy law.

Morning.

BISHOP KENN.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Thy precious time, misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 In conversation be sincere;

Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear; Think how the all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins like morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design or do or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

1 Now the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come,
Lord, may we be thine to-day!
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt, and clear our sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,
May we stand and watch and pray.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.

4 When our work of life is past,
Oh receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore.