A SABBATH EVENING HYMN.

And hast accepted those alone,

In spirit and truth that worshipp'd thee.

People of many a tribe and tongue,

Men of strange colours, climates, lands, Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung, And offer'd pray'r with holy hands.

Still, as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, and deep, Thy far- spread family awoke,

Sabbath all round the world to keep.

From east to west, the sun survey'd,

From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretch'd her shade, The stars come forth to hear their songs.

Harmonious as the winds and seas,

In halcyon hours when storms are flown, Rose all earth's Babel languages, In pure accordance, to thy throne.

Not angel- trumpets sound more clear; Not elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays, Yield music sweeter to thine ear

Than humble pray'r and thankful praise.

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And not a pray'r, a tear, a sigh,

Hath fail'd to- day some suit to gain: