From age to age unchanging, still the same,
All good thou art :

Hallowed forever be thy reverend name
In every heart!

When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,
Thy smile was there:

Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,
We feel thy care.

Night spreads her shade upon another day
Forever past:

So o'er our faults, thy love, we humbly pray,
A veil may cast.

Silence and calm, o'er hearts by earth distrest,
Now sweetly steal:

So every fear that struggles in the breast.
Shall faith conceal.

Thou, through the dark, wilt watch above our sleep

With eye of love;

And thou wilt wake us when the sunbeams leap The hills above.

Oh! may each heart its gratitude express
As life expands,

And find the triumph of its happiness
In thy commands!

NOW

38. VESPER HYMN.

OW, on sea and land descending,
Brings the night its peace profound:

Let our vesper hymn be blending

With the holy calm around.

Soon as dies the sunset glory,
Stars of heaven shine out above,
Telling still the ancient story,-
Their Creator's changeless love.

Now, our wants and burdens leaving
To His care who cares for all,
Cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
At his touch our burdens fall.
As the darkness deepens o'er us,
Lo! eternal stars arise;

Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious,

Shining in the Spirit's skies.

Samuel Longfellow.

UPW

39. UPWARD.

PWARD, where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent, in their turning

Round the never-changing pole ;
Upward, where the sky is brightest;
Upward, where the blue is lightest,
Lift I now my longing soul.

Far above that arch of gladness,
Far beyond those clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair:
Far from pain and sin and folly,
In that palace of the holy,

I would find my mansion there.

Where the glory brightly dwelleth;
Where the new song sweetly swelleth,
And the discord never comes;
Where life's stream is ever laving,
And the palm is ever waving,—

That must be the home of homes.

Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at His blessed feet.
Poor the praise that now we render:
Loud shall be our voices yonder
When before his throne we meet.

Rev. H. Bonar.

40. A CHILD'S HYMN.

Jo the stream that softly flows;
ESUS, gentle shepherd, lead me

In thy pastures guide and feed me,
Where each lamb thy calling knows.

There no evil thing can find me;
I may lie upon thy breast:

There no crooked paths shall wind me;
All shall lead to peace and rest.

Jesus, gentle shepherd, hear me;
Come and call me one of thine:
Let me walk henceforth so near thee,
All thy footsteps shall be mine.

Agatha Ernest.

TRUST.

A

1. THE LOVE OF GOD.

LL things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,

Except the love of God, which shall live and last

for aye.

The forms of men shall be as they had never been;

The blasted groves shall lose their fresh and tender green;

The birds of the thicket shall end their pleasant

song,

And the nightingale shall cease to chant the evening long;

The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that

kills,

And all the fair white flocks shall perish from the

hills;

The goat and antlered stag, the wolf and the

fox,

The wild boar of the wood and the chamois of

the rocks,