And he will crush oppression,
And raise the humble mind,
And give the earth's possession
Among the good and kind.

3 And then shall sink the mountains,
Where pride and power are crowned,
And peace, like gentle fountains,
Shall shed its pureness round.
O God! we would adore thee,
And in thy shadow rest;
Our fathers bowed before thee,
And trusted and were blest.

675.

7s. M.

HEBER.

"Consider the Lilies of the Field; - behold the Fowls of the Air."

1 LO! the lilies of the field!

How their leaves instruction yield!

Hark to nature's lesson given

By the blessed birds of heaven!
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles trust and piety:

Children, banish doubt and sorrow, —
God provideth for the morrow.

2 One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides our earthly destiny;

One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Keeps his children lest they fall:
Pass we, then, in love and praise,
Trusting him, through all our days,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow.

676.

C. M.

Trust in the Lord.

ANONYMOUS.

1 MY soul, why sink when griefs oppress,
Or start when fears alarm?

Trust in the Lord, in thy distress,
Thy refuge is his arm.

2 Though hope and joy have from thee flown,
And left thee to despair,

Trust in the Lord, in him alone
Repose thine every care.

3 What though the floods may near thee roll,
The sky grow darker still,

Trust in the Lord, he keeps thy soul,
And storms obey his will.

4 How oft when pressed by mighty foes
Did no escape appear:

Trust in the Lord thou didst repose,
And come off conqueror.

5 And will he now his help deny,
And leave thee to thy lot?
Trust in the Lord; he still is nigh,
His nature changes not.

6 Yes, O my soul, I yet will say,
'Midst anguish and distress,

Trust in the Lord! e'en though he slay,
My cause with him shall rest.

677.

S. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Spring.

1 SWEET is the time of spring,

When nature's charms appear;

The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing,
And hail the opening year:

But sweeter far the spring

Of wisdom and of

grace,

When children bless and praise their King,

Who loves the youthful race.

2 Sweet is the dawn of day,

When light just streaks the sky;

When shades and darkness pass away,
And morning's beams are nigh:
But sweeter far the dawn

Of piety in youth;

When doubt and darkness are withdrawn,
Before the light of truth.

3 Sweet is the early dew,

Which gilds the mountain tops,
And decks each plant and flower we view
With pearly, glittering drops:

But sweeter far the scene

On Zion's holy hill,

When there the dew of youth is seen
Its freshness to distil.

1 'T IS summer, glorious summer;
Behold the glad, green earth,
How from her grateful bosom

MISS SIMES.

The herb and flower spring forth ; —
These are her rich thanksgivings,
The incense floats above!

Father! what may we offer?
Thy chosen flower is love!
2 'T is summer, blesséd summer ;
The lofty hills are bright;
All nature's fountains sparkle,-
Shall ours have lesser light?
No; bid each spirit praise Him
Who hangs on every tree
A thousand living lyres,

Awak'ning harmony!

3 'T is summer in our bosoms,
When youthful snares we fly,

And strength and peace are given
By angel ministry;-

'Tis summer in yon heaven,

Where, teachers, ye shall know,
While time shall last, the blessedness
Wrought by your love below.

1 SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered, to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound :

HORNE

2 Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread, -
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
3" What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace;
Let not cloudless skies deceive you :
Summer gives to autumn place.

4 Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,
O, receive our kindly warning,
Heaven and earth shall pass away."

5 On the tree of life eternal,

Let our highest hopes be stayed :
This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

680.

C. M.

PHILLIPS'S SERV. BOOK.

Thunder-storm.

1 THE thunder bursts! its rolling might.

Seems the firm hills to shake;
And in terrific splendor bright,
The gathered lightnings break..

2 Yet doth not God behold thee still,
With all-surveying eye?

Doth not his power all nature fill,
Around, beneath, on high?

3 Then fear not, though the angry sky
A thousand darts should cast;
Why should we tremble e'en to die,
And be with him at last?

1 LORD, teach a little child to pray,

ANONYMOUS.

And, O, accept my prayer;
Thou canst hear all the words I say,
For thou art everywhere.

2 A little sparrow cannot fall

Unnoticed, Lord, by thee;