2 Then shall God with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
Earth shall yield her rich increase,
Every breeze shall whisper peace,
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.

601. 10s M.

Spirit of the Psalms.

Dignity of human nature.

1 0 WHAT is man, great Maker of mankind!
That thou to him so great respect dost bear!
That thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind,
Mak'st him a king, and e'en an angel's peer!
2 0 what a lively life, what heavenly power,
What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire,
How great, how plentiful, how rich a dower
Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire!

3 Nor hast thou given these blessings for a day,
Nor made them on the body's life depend:
The soul, though made in time, survives for aye;
And though it hath beginning, sees no end.
Sir John Davies.

602. P. M.

The Holy Ghost the Comforter.

1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A guide, a comforter bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All-powerful as the wind he came
As viewless too.

3 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,

And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling-place,
And worthier thee!

Spirit of the Psalms.

603. 7s M.

The Star of Bethlehem.

1 SONS of men! behold from far,
Hail the long-expected star!
Star of truth that gilds the night,
Guiding weary wanderers right.

2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scattering error's wide-spread night;
Kindling darkness into light.

3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your Lord appear;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him manifested there.

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4 There behold the day-spring rise, Pouring light on mortal eyes; See it chase the shades

away

Shining to the perfect day.

604. 78 M.

Anonymous.

"Our times are in thy hands." Ps. xxxi.

1 SOVEREIGN ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise!

All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 Thou did'st form me by thy power;
Thou wilt guide me, hour by hour;
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by thy wise decree;—

3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;

4 Time's temptations' power to prove;
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please my heavenly friend.

605. s. M.

Ryland.

"Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters."

1

Sow in the morn thy seed;

At eve hold not thy hand;

To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

2 Beside all waters sow;

The highway furrows stock;
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow;
Scatter it on the rock;—

3 And duly shall appear

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

4 Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.

606. c. M.

The perpetuity of Love.

1 SUPREME Disposer of the heart!
Thou, since the world began,
With heavenly grace hast sanctified
And cheered the heart of man.

Montgomery.

2 Here faith, and hope, and love, unite
To lift the soul above;

But love alone for aye abides
Eternal, changeless love

3 O holy love! unfading light!
O shall it ever be,

That after all our sorrows here,
Thy Sabbath we shall see?

5 Here, yet awhile, with many a tear

The precious seed we sow:

There, treasured lie the promised fruits,
The harvest of our wo.

Breviary.

607. c. M.

Silent Prayer.

1 SWEET is the prayer, whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer grows.

2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires;
Hope points the upward gaze;
And love, celestial love inspires
The eloquence of praise.

3 But sweeter far the still small voice,
Heard by no human ear;

When God has made the heart rejoice,
And dried the bitter tear.

4 No accents flow, no words ascend;
All utterance faileth there;
But sainted spirits comprehend,
And God accepts the prayer.

1

2

608. s. M.

Anonymous.

"Doing all things to the glory of God."

TEACH US, our God and King,

Thy will in all to see;

And what we do in any thing,
To do it as for thee!

To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee we tend:
In all we do, be thou the way,-
In all, be thou the end.