which he has brought forward; that it is equally destitute of support from the reasoning faculty to which Mr. Means appeals, after decrying its use. If needful, I could advance a great abundance of arguments both from reason and scripture to show its futility. But I have already trespassed, I fear, at too great length upon your pages, and must conclude. I therefore pass over all that Mr. Means has written on the state and prospects of the Unitarian body with one remark, that perhaps our cause may hold its ground for a little time, though we can no longer, as it would seem, reckon among its supporters, the Rev. JOSEPH CALROW MEANS! I say this on the supposition that he no longer wishes to be considered a member of that body himself: a supposition into which I have been led by the tone of his remarks. Arianism he stigmatises as torpid; and Humanitarianism as not presenting a form of belief in which the mind can rest. The inference is obvious that Mr. Means belongs to neither section of the Unitarian body: but in this inference I may be incorrect, and shall be happy to find myself mistaken: for though I do not agree with him in his recent theological speculations, I believe him to be a pure-minded Christian, and a truly honest man.

Belfast, Nov. 5, 1840.

PHILELEUTHerus.

SUNDAY SCHOOL ODES. No. V.

FOR THE TEACHERS.

THIS budding Garden is the Lord's,
Sweet is His work,-His wages ample:

Hope cheering promises affords,

And Memory many a dear example.

In faith the sower sows the grain,

And waits the reaper's time with patience;
God sends the first and latter rain,
And richly crowns his expectations.
Let pains and constant prayer be ours,
So shall a blessing not be wanting:
Grace shall distil, like fruitful showers,

On the small seed that we are planting.

Though all the increase is the Lord's,

While this one plants, and that one waters;
Yet will He give divine rewards,

And own us for His sons and daughters.

H.

DAILY PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES.

How many-Lord! thy mercies are
Beyond account or measure far:
These every day renewed I prove,—
And every night repeats thy love.
As shades of twilight scattered fly,
I early lift my thoughts on high;
And join, with all created things,
In praising Thee, the King of kings.
The wants of each Thou dost supply,
And nourish all thy family.
Thy servants-we-a blessing crave,
For thine is all we hope or have.

Before the daily work begins,
We seek thy pardon of our sins:
Source of all good! on us bestow
Wisdom to will, and strength to do.
When the high noon with fiery eye
Looks from the blue concavity,
I bless thy gifts,--the light and heat
Which out of earth prepare us meat.

New mercies grow with every hour;-
Fresh proofs of goodness, skill, and power,
Enlarge my heart, and loose my tongue,
To hail thee with unstudied song.

Then meeting, by the cheerful hearth,
With all I hold most dear on earth,–
I and my house unite our prayer,
And rear an humble altar there.

When welcome darkness woos to rest
The mind and frame with toil oppress'd,
Mine evening orisons shall be-
God of my safety! breathed to Thee.

Then if upon my bed I wake,
In heart a quiet hymn I'll make;
And in the watches of the night
Commune with thee-the Infinite.

Great God! to thee as one appears
An instant or a thousand years:
Yea-as a point, before thee lie
Past, present, and eternity.

Bare in thy sight all creatures stand;
Events and times are in thy hand;
From thee there is no secret thought,
Nor any place where Thou art not.

Oh Thou! whose searching cares embrace
Creation, providence, and grace,
So clear my view-that I may see
Thee in all things, and all in thee.

So train my spirit to ascend
To thee, the Author and the End;-
To seek thy will,-to leave my own,
And rest content in thee alone.

THE NATIVITY.

AWAKE, my soul! with some glad lay,
To usher in the morn,
That dawns on the propitious day
Which saw the Saviour born.

The Law and Prophecy are sealed,
And told the tale of years:-
The Star of Jacob shines revealed;
The promised Seed appears.

Lo! this the Branch of Jesse's stem:
The King of David's line,
Crowned-not with earthly diadem ;-
For Him no pageants shine.

To simple shepherd-swains alone,
Watching the fold by night,
The coming of the Prince is shown,
And heaven unveiled in light:

While, hark! consenting Seraphs fill
With joyful songs the sky,

On earth be peace, to men good-will,
Glory to God on high!

Children of men! with one accord
The inspiring theme prolong:
Announce the honours of the Lord,
And join the angelic song.

The Prince of peace-thou, Earth, proclaim!
Reply, ye Heavens above!

Salvation is His precious name,

His dearest title Love.

Soon may His gospel's welcome sound
Yet wider triumphs win;

His kingdom fill earth's utmost bound,
And vanquish Death and Sin.

O God of love! to thee we lift

Our hearts and songs as one;Blessings and praise for this best gift, Thy well-beloved Son!

HYMN.

REJOICE, my heart! exult, my tongue!
Join, all my powers! break out in song.
I'll praise my God while I have breath,-
The Lord, who saves my soul from death.

Long-long I groaned, by conscience prest,
And hid my troubles in my breast:
But silence fed the stifled flame,
Till mortal anguish conquered shame.

1 poured to Thee my wretched case,
Confessed my sins,-implored Thy grace:
I pleaded in the Saviour's name,
And, while I trembled, comfort came.

My heart was softened and subdued;

My wounds were healed,-my strength renewed,
While from the cross-by faith beheld-
Salvation's living waters welled.

So vanish, in returning light,
The phantom-terrors of the night:
So, life-restoring,-soft and still,
The dews descend on Hermon hill.

Now to the Father, God alone,

All blessing be, through Christ the Son:
For sins forgiven,-for grace bestowed,—
We glorify our Saviour God.

SUMMER MORNING'S WALK.

:

THE bat has sought the ivied wall,
The stars are fading from the sky:-
Forth to the fields!-soon as the call
Of conscious life unseals the eye.

How lovingly the morning air
Rolls back the fleecy veil of night:
How glorious in the east appear

The kindling lines of crimson light.

Those waving fields of yellow corn
Are like a praying multitude,

As to the passing breath of morn

They stoop their heads, from heaven bedewed.

In joyful presage, one by one,→

The voices of the wood awake,

Ere yet the faint rays of the sun

Have chased the twilight of the brake.

The linnet warbles from the furze;
The wild-dove coos the oaks among:
And, from her airy watch-tower, pours
The lark-unseen-her gushing song.
1 too with deeper joy,- will bless
The sweet-the unforgotten hour,
In which the Sun of Righteousness
Dawned on my heart with healing power.
And, glory be to Love divine!

Though often dimned by clouds its ray,-
Through life, in death,-this light will shine
And grow at length to perfect day.

July, 1838.

INTELLIGENCE.

TENTH ANIVERSARY OF THE SCOTTISH CHRISTIAN

UNITARIAN ASSOCIATION.

THE Tenth Aniversary of this Association was celebrated in Glasgow on Sunday and Monday, September 27 and 28. The weather was most unpropitious, torrents of rain pouring down on both the days, and the preceding ones also being very tempestuous. Notwithstanding these untoward circumstances, friends were present from Edinburgh, Girvan, Haddington, Saltcoats, Greenock, Tillicoultry, Patna, Falkirk, Dalry, Stirling, Dunblane, Kirkintilloch, Paisley, Bonhill, Airdrie, Renfrew, &c. The Association was also favoured by the presence, and kind interest and countenance, of the venerable friend of Christian truth, and of every institution that can advance the mental and moral education, improvement, and happiness of man, the Rev. William Turner of Newcastleupon-Tyne; the Rev. Joseph Crompton of Norwich; James Heywood, Esq. of Manchester; and B. S. Jones, Esq. of London. It had been hoped that many other friends to the sacred and benevolent principles which the Scottish Christian Unitarian Association was instituted to uphold and diffuse, would have found it convenient to remain, on the close of the proceedings of the "British Association for the Advancement of Science," to manifest their sympathy in the struggles of their Christian brethren, against ignorance, prejudice, bigotry, and error. In this expectation, the Association were disappointed.