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He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Arabia's desert-ranger

To Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see:

With offerings of devotion,

Ships from the isles shall meet,

To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing:
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion

Or dove's light wing can soar.

To Him shall prayer unceasing

And daily vows ascend;

His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end.

The mountain-dew shall nourish

A seed in weakness sown,

Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,
All blessing and all bless'd.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove :
His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is-Love.

Montgomery.

Walk in the light.

ALK in the light-and thou shalt own
Thy darkness past away,

Because on thee the light hath shone
In which is perfect day.

Walk in the light-and sin abhorred
Shall not defile again;

The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord
Shall cleanse from every stain.

Walk in the light-and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His,

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined;
In whom no darkness is.

Walk in the light-so shalt thou know

That fellowship of love

His Spirit only can bestow
Who reigns in light above.

Walk in the light-and follow on
Till faith be turned to sight,
Where in divine communion,
God is Himself the light.

Adoration.

LWAY imploring palms we raise towards heaven,
As though we drew the consecration down:
And miss the holy wells that gush hard by.
So men mistakenly look up for dew,

The while its blessed mist imbathes their feet.
Therefore, if any flower shall breathe for thee
A fragrant message from its pencilled urn;
If spring airs glad thee; if the sunset bring
Into thine eyes the tears of solemn joy;
If any radiant passion come to make
Existence beautiful and pure to thee;
If noblest music sway thee, like a dream;
If sorrow to a mournful midnight turn

Thy noon; if something deepest in thee wake
To a dim sentiment of mystery;

If musing warm to worship; if the stars
Earnestly beckon to immortal life;

Ponder such ministrations, and be sure

Thou hast been touched by God, O human heart.

Truman.

God in everything.

"The day is Thine, the night also is Thine, Thou hast prepared the light and the sun."-Ps. lxxv, 16.

HOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see:
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee;
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues, that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.

When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is borne beneath that kindling eye,-
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

Moore.

M

Freely ye have received, freely give.

IVE! as the morning that flows out of heaven, Give! as the waves when their channel is riven, Give! as the free air and sunshine is given,

Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give:

Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing,
Not the faint sparks of thy hearth ever glo wing,
Not a pale bud from the June roses blowing,
Give as He gave thee who gave thee to live.

Pour out thy love like the rush of a river
Wasting its waters for ever and ever,

Through the burnt sands that reward not the giver,
Silent or songful thou nearest the sea.
Scatter thy life as the summer showers pouring;
What if no bird through the pearl-rain is soaring?
What if no blossom looks upward adoring?

Look to the life that was lavished for thee.

Give, though thy heart be all wasted and weary, Laid on an altar all ashy and dreary;

Though from its pulses a faint miserere

Beats to thy soul the sad presage of fate;
Bind it with cords of unshrinking devotion;
Smile at the song of its trembling emotion;
'Tis the stern hymn of eternity's ocean:

Hear! and thy future in silence await.

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