4 These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,

He will accept for the name that is dear, Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearful

ness,

[fear. Trust for our trembling, and hope for our 5 O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness! Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim; With gold of obedience, and incense of lowli

ness,

Kneel and adore Him, the Lord is His Name.
J. S. B. MONSELL. 1865.

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P.M.

1 Kings 8. 22-54.

HEN the weary, seeking rest,
To Thy goodness flee,

When the heavy-laden cast

All their load on Thee:
When the troubled, seeking peace,

On Thy name shall call;
When the sinner, seeking life,
At Thy feet shall fall:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
2 When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;

When the prodigal looks back
To his Father's love;

When the proud man from his pride
Stoops to seek Thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt
To Thy throne of grace;

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

3 When the stranger asks a home, All his toils to end;

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When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to Thee:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the man of toil and care
In the city crowd;

When the shepherd on the moor
Names the name of God;
When the learnèd and the high
Tired of earthly fame,
Now on higher joys intent,

Name the blessèd name:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the child with grave,

fresh lip,

Youth or maiden fair:
When the aged, weak and gray,
Seek Thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to Thee

Sad and lone and low;

When the orphan brings to Thee
All his orphan woe:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When creation, in her pangs,

Heaves her heavy groan;

When Thy Salem's exiled sons

Breathe their bitter moan;

When Thy widowed, weeping Church,
Looking for a home,

Sendeth up

her silent sigh,

Come, Lord Jesus, come!

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,

In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

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H. BONAR. 1878.

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1224 It was the preparation, that is, the day before

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the Sabbath.-Mark 15. 42.

HIS the old world's day of rest,

THIS

At the great creation blest,

With what deep Divine repose

Would the first sweet Sabbath close!
Ere the working days of man
With their toils and cares began.
2 Ancient Patriarchs to-night
Rested from each solemn rite,
And when dews on Zion's hill
Told the Temple songs were still,
O how calm this evening fell
On happy hosts of Israel!

3 This the night when deepest gloom
Compassed once a wondrous tomb ;-
Though the place be guarded well
By stone, by seal, by sentinel,
Faith may enter! there He lies!
The Mystery of Mysteries!

4 Pierced side and wounded brow,
Rest without the torture now;
And beside the winding sheet,
At the Sleeper's head and feet,
Waiting angels have their place,
Gazing on the silent face.

5 Friends in heaven! ye found it so,
Through the night we think of you;
Of the watch the angels keep
O'er your mortal part asleep;
Of your spirits glorified

Through the risen Christ who died.

6 Oh, to join you! when the woes
Of our week of life shall close;
Lord! let faith and hope be bright,
In this dark transition night;
And then grant us in Thy love
Endless Sabbath kept above.

S.M.

GEO. RAWSON. 1865.

1225 Early in the morning, the first day of the

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week.-Mark 16. 2.

WEETLY the holy hymn
Breaks on the morning air;

Before the world with smoke is dim
We meet to offer prayer.

2 While flowers are wet with dews,
Dew of our souls, descend;

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Ere yet the sun the day renews,
O Lord, Thy Spirit send!

Upon the battle-field,

Before the fight begins,

We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield,
To guard us from our sins.

4 Ere yet our vessel sails Upon the stream of day,

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We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way.

On the lone mountain side,
Before the morning's light,

The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
And rose refreshed with might.

O hear us, then, for we

Are very weak and frail;

We make the Saviour's name our plea,
And surely must prevail.

C. H. SPURGEON. 1866.

S.M.

1226 our feet shall stand within Thy gates.

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2

COME

Ps. 122. 2.

YOME at the morning hour,
Come, let us kneel and pray :

Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff,

To walk with God all day.

At noon, beneath the Rock

Of Ages, rest and pray;

Sweet is that shelter from the sun

In the weary heat of day.

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At evening, in Thy house,

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Around its altar, pray;

And, finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.

When midnight veils our eyes,
Oh, it is sweet to say,

I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!
With Thee to watch and pray.

BRIGGS' COLLECTION. 1866.