The trivial round, the common t
Would furnish all we ought to a
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.

Seek we no more; content with
Let present rapture, comfort, ea-
As heaven shall bid them, come
The secret this of rest below.

Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day
To live more nearly as we pray.

Evening.

"Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far sp

IS gone, that bright and orbed blu
Fast fading from our wistful gaze
Yon mantling cloud has hid from
The last faint pulse of quivering 1:

In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must pre
No gleam to watch on tree or tow
Whiling away the lonesome hour.

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Thou framer of the light and dark,

Steer through the tempest Thine own ark:
Amid the howling wintry sea

We are in port if we have Thee.

Oh! by Thine own sad burthen, borne
So meekly up the hill of scorn,

Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross
To bear as Thine, nor count it loss!

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store:
Be every mourner's sleep to-night
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

Christian Year.

J. FLETCHER, PRINTER, NORWICH.

Beyond the dark and stormy bound

Birds have their quiet nest

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Father, Thy will, not mine, be done

Father! whate'er of earthly bliss .
For ever with the Lord!

For the love of the true-hearted

Forth from the dark and stormy sky ..
Give as the morning that flows out of heaven!
Glorious things of thee are spoken

Glorious was that primeval light ..

Go when the morning shineth

God be with thee my beloved, God be with thee!

God doth not leave His own

God moves in a mysterious way

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I hoped that with the brave and strong

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
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