The Voice of Praise. 263 The Voice of Praise. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. P to the throne of God is borne UP The voice of praise at early morn, And He accepts the punctual hymn, Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will He turn His ear aside What though our burthen be not light, Blest are the moments, doubly blest, Upon the service of our God. Each field is then a hallow'd spot, An altar is in each man's cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun He cannot halt nor go astray; Lord! since his rising in the east, Guide, from Thy love's abundant source, Help with Thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest! Lord! unto Thee we Try. J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by N. 7. Sporle. L ORD! unto Thee we cry, When trouble o'er us steals, Our refuge is on high, Our trust Thy love reveals; For Thine alone the power,— Our Father and our Friend, In sorrow's darkest hour! Lord! unto Thee we cry, For whither should we go? The fount is never dry From whence Thy mercies flow! Grant that those sacred streams May waft us from our dreams To sunnier shores above! Though dark my path, and sad my lot, What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done!" If Thou shouldst call me to resign Should grief or sickness waste away Let but my fainting heart be blest Renew my will from day to day, "Thy will be done!" Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,— Submission. Praying Together. ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD. WOW blest the sacred tie that binds, In union sweet, according minds; How swift the heavenly course they run, 267 Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one! To each the soul of each how dear! What jealous love, what holy fear! Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin! Their streaming tears together flow Like mingling flames in sacrifice. Together both they seek the place Nor shall the glowing flame expire Submission. WILLIAM COWPER. LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, |