GOD THE FATHER: PROVIDENCE, L.M. and refrain.

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He leadeth me beside the still waters.- Psa. 23. 2.

1 HE leadeth me! O blessed thought! 0 words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be,

Still' tis God's hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.

2 Sometimes' mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,

By waters calm, o'er troubled sea, Still' tis His hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me, etc.

3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine, Content, whatever lot I see,

Since' tis my God that leadeth me. He leadeth me, etc.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since Thou through Jordan leadest me. He leadeth me, etc.

J. H. GILMORE.

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C.M.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits.- Psa. 68. 19.

1 WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,

How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my God For all His gifts to me?

2 Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God hath given me more; For I have food while others starve, And beg from door to door.

3 How many children in the street Half naked I behold!

While I am clothed from head to feet And covered from the cold.

4 While some poor children scarce can tell Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed.

5 While others early learn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal, Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear, And do Thy holy will.

6 Are these Thy favours, day by day, To me above the rest? Then let me love Thee more than they. And try to serve Thee best. WATTS.

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77.77.

Give us day by day our daily bread.- Luke 11. 3. 1 DAY by day the manna fell: Oh, to learn this lesson well: Still, by constant mercy fed, Give me, Lord, my daily bread. 2" Day by day," the promise reads, Daily strength for daily needs; Cast foreboding fears away: Take the manna of to- day.

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3 Lord, my times are in Thy hand, All my sanguine hopes have planned To Thy wisdom I resign,

And would make Thy purpose miue.

4 Oh, to live exempt from care,

By the energy of prayer; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude.

JOSIAH CONDER.

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65.65.65.

Known unto God are all His works.- Acts 15. 18

1 HARK! the lilies whisper,

Tenderly and low,

" In our grace and beauty See how fair we grow." Thus our heavenly Father Cares for all below.

2 Hark! the roses speaking, Telling all abroad

Their sweet, wondrous story Of the love of God,

In the Rose of Sharon,

Jesus Christ the Lord.

3 Buttercups and daisies, And the violets sweet, Flowers of field and garden­All their voices meet, And their Maker's praises To our souls repeat.

4 Let us, then, be trustful,

Doubting not, although Much of toil and trouble Be our lot below. Think upon the lilies,

See how fair they grow.