All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea;

Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty; God in three persons, blesséd Trinity! Reginald Heber.

ty and all be peace.

2

The Lord's Day.

AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blessed;

When, like his own, he bade our labors cease,
And all be piety and all be peace.

2 Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
So shall he hear when fervently we raise
Our supplications and our songs of praise.

3 For by his word the heaven and earth were made,

The earth's foundation also firmly laid;
All things were done at his divine com-
mand,

And shall throughout all ages surely stand.
4 Therefore let all in heaven and earth agree
To sing his praise in perfect unity;
Yea, let his servants all, with one accord,
With joyful hallelujahs praise the Lord.

Penitent prayer.

Anon. Ps. 95.

4 FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath thy feet; Again to thee our feeble voices raise, To sue for mercy, and to sing thy praise. 2 Lord, we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care,

And all thy work from day to day declare : Is not our life with early mercies crowned ? Does not thine arm encircle us around?

3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love,
Too oft with careless feet from thee we rove;
But now, encouraged by thy voice, we come,
Returning sinners to a Father's home.

4 Oh,by that name in which all fullness dwells,
Oh, by that love which every love excels,
Oh, by that blood so freely shed for sin,
Open blest mercy's gate and take us in!

Lucy E. G. Whitmore.

FAROON. 10s.

J. BARNBY.

So pants my soul

GLADNESS. 7s, 6s. D.

J. BARNBY.

As some sweet summer As some....

morn-ing After

THE dawn of God's new Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain.
It comes as cooling showers

To cheer a thirsting land,
As shades of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

2 Lord, we would bring our burden Of sinful thought and deed, In thy pure presence kneeling

From bondage to be freed; Our heart's most bitter sorrow For all our work undone,

So many talents wasted,

So few true conquests won. 3 Yet still, O Lord long-suffering, Still grant us in our need Here in thy holy presence

The saving name to plead ;
And on thy day of blessings,

Within thy temple walls,
To foretaste the pure worship
Of Zion's golden halls :-

4 Until in joy and gladness
We reach that home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is past;
When angel-hands have gathered
The first ripe fruit for thee,
O Father, Son, and Spirit,
Most Holy Trinity!

Ada C. Cross.