Work and rest alike are Thine;
Brighten all with love divine.

Through the passing of the week,
Father, we Thy presence seek:
Midst this world's deceitful maze
Keep us, Lord, in all our ways.
what snares our path beset!
O what cares our spirits fret!
Let no earthly thing, we pray,
Draw our souls from Thee away.

hou hast set our daily task;

race and strength from Thee we ask : Thou our joys and griefs dost send; To Thy will our spirits bend.

ill in duty's lowly round

our patient footsteps found: With Thy counsel guide us here, Till in glory we appear.

W. W. HOW.

DUL, thy week of toil is ended, And a voice, whilst world-cares fly, h the closing hours is blended, Rest is coming, rest is nigh.' ring Sabbath, how I bless thee! et thy calmness fill my breast; me even now possess thee; nd anticipate thy rest.

3 Is my journey full of sadness, Through a desert wild and drear? Be to me a well of gladness;

Bid me quite forget my fear.

4 Clouds on clouds my way may darken;
But thy rainbow gleams above,
And the storms and wild winds hearken
To thy still small voice of love.
5 So when life's long week is over,
Blessed it will be to die;

Angels whispering as they hover,
Rest is coming, rest is nigh.'

6 Then the heavenly rest to enter,
In Thy mercy, Lord, be mine':
Rest of God! the sun and centre
Of the bliss that is divine.

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G. RAWSON.

HE hours of evening close;

S.M.

The lengthened shadows, drawn

O'er scenes of earth, invite repose,
And wait the Sabbath-dawn.

2 So let its calm prevail

O'er forms of outward care;
Nor thought for many things' assail
The still retreat of prayer.

3 Our guardian Shepherd near,
His watchful eye will keep;

And, safe from violence or fear,
Will fold His flock to sleep.

So may a holier light

Than earth's, our spirits rouse,
And call us, strengthened by His might,
To pay the Lord our vows.

J. E. CONDER.

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Christian Missions.

L.M.

LMIGHTY GOD, whose only Son O'er sin and death the triumph won, And ever lives to intercede

For souls who Thy sweet mercy need;

His dear name to Thee we pray
or all who err and go astray,
For sinners, wheresoe'er they be,
Who do not serve and honour Thee.

here are who never yet have heard
he tidings of Thy blessed word,
But still in heathen darkness dwell,
Without one thought of heaven or hell;
d some within Thy sacred fold
holy things are dead and cold,
And waste the precious hours of life
n selfish ease, or toil, or strife!

ive repentance true and deep
all Thy lost and wandering sheep;
nd kindle in their hearts the fire
f holy love and pure desire.

6 That so from angel-hosts above
May rise a sweeter song of love;
And we, with all the blest, adore
Thy name, O God, for evermore.

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H. W. BAKER.

ARM of the Lord, awake! awake!

L.M.

Put on Thy strength, the nations shake,

And let the world adoring see Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 2 O send ten thousand heralds forth, From east to west, from south to north, To blow the trump of jubilee,

And peace proclaim from sea to sea! 3 Let Zion's time of favour come : O bring the tribes of Israel home: And let our wondering eyes behold Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold. 4 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim, In every clime of every name; Let adverse powers before Thee fall, And crown the Saviour, Lord of all."

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W. SHRUBSOLE.

EHOLD the Mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise

On mountain-tops above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;

C.M.

"Up to the hill of God,' they'll say,
"And to His house we'll go.'

The beam that shines from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.

No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar the peaceful years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,

To pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

Come, then, O come from every land
To worship at His shrine;

And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauty shine.

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E merciful to us, O God!
Upon Thy people shine;

M. BRUCE.

nd spread Thy saving truth abroad, Till all that live are Thine.

ive light and comfort to Thine own; And let that light extend

11 Thy prevailing name is known To earth's remotest end.

et all the people praise Thee, Lord! Let all their homage bring:

C.M.