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571. C. M. POPE.

The Universal Prayer. 1 Father of all! in every age,

In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, or by sage,

T'he universal Lord ! 2 Thou great First Cause! least understood,

Who all my sense confined,
To know but this,—that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;
3 What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me, more than hell, to shun,

That, more than heaven, pursue. 4 If I am right, thy grace impart

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart

To find that better way.
5 Save me alike from foolish pride

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught thy goodness lent.
6 Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me. 7 Mean though I am, (not wholly so,

Since quickened by thy breath,) 0, lead me, wheresoe'er I

go, Through this day's life or death.

8 This day be bread and peace my lot ;

But all beneath the sun
Thou know'st if best bestowed or not;

And let thy will be done.
9 To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise,

All nature's incense rise.


Constant Use of God's Word. 1 When quiet in my house I sit,

Thy Book be my companion still,
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,

Till every heartfelt word be mine. 2 Oft as I lay me down to rest,

O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast,
While, trusting in my gracious Lord,
I sink in peaceful dreams a way,

And visions of eternal day!
3 Rising to sing my Father's praise,

Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue.
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.


573. C. M. E. H. SEARS.

Christmas Hymn.
1 Calm on the listening ear of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantled plains !
2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,

Shed sacred glories there;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,

Make music on the air.
3 The answering hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy heights,

The day-spring from on high. 4. O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,

Her silent groves of palm.
5 “Glory to God !" the sounding skies

Loud with their anthems sing"Peace to the earth--good will to men,

From heaven's Eternal King!” 6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem !

The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains

Breaks the first Christmas morn.


574, 78. M. BOWRING.

For Advent or Christmas. 1st Voice. WATCHMAN! tell us of the night;

What its signs of promise are. 2d Voice. Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height

See that glory-beaming star! 1st Voice. Watchman! does its beauteous ray

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 2d Voice. Traveller! yes; it brings the day,

Promised day of Israel!

1 st Voice. Watchimea ! } Yes, it brings, &c.


1st Voice. Watchman! tell us of the night;

Higher yet that star ascends. 2d Voice. Traveller ! blessedness and light,

Peace and truth its course portends. 1st Voice. Watchman! will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? 2d Voice. Traveller! ages are its own :

See! it bursts o'er all the earth. 1st Voice. Watchman ! 2d Voice. Traveller! { Ages are its own, &c.

3 1st Voice. Watchman! tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn. 2d Voice. Traveller! darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 1st Voice. Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;

Hie thee to thy quiet home.

2d Voice. Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,

Lo! the Son of God is come! 1st Voice. Watchman ! Lo! the Prince of Peace, 2d Voice. Traveller!



576. L. M. Sir J. E. SMITH.

"Lo, it is 1; be not afraid."
1 When power divine in mortal form

Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,

"Lo, it is I ; be not afraid."
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-

Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 God calms the tumult and the storm ;

He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot

of those who know, or know him not. 4 And when the last dread hour shall come,

While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
“Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

576. C. M.

WATTS. Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 1 HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,

That clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

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