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EVENING. 30 God, Thou art my, God.“

AT THE END OF DIVINE SERVICE. ND now the wants are told, that brought

Thy children to Thy knee; ere lingering still, we ask for nought, But simply worship Thee. The hope of heaven's eternal days Absorbs not all the heart That gives Thee glory, love, and praise, For being what Thou art.

For Thou art Gop, the One, the Same, O'er all things high and bright;

And round us, when we speak Thy Name, There spreads a heaven of light.

O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell On excellence Divine; To know that nought in man can tell

How fair Thy beauties shine.

O Thou, above all blessing plest, O'er thanks exalted far,

Thy very greatness is a rest To weaklings as we are;

For when we feel the praise of Thee A task beyond our pôwers,

We say,“A porloot Gop is He, And He is ully ours.“

All Llor to the FATHEB be, All glory to the SON,

All glory, HoLx GHosEé, to Thee, Wnile endless ages run. Amen.

Sunday. *In Thy light shall wwe see light.“

MoRNING.

ORN of morns, and day of days! (I. Beauteous were thy new-born rays: righter vyet from death’s dark prison OCHRIST, the Light of lights, is risen. He commanded, and His Word Death and the dread chaos heard: Oh, shall we, more deaf than they, In the chains of darkness stay? *Nature yet in shadow lies; Let the sons of light arise, And prevent the morning rays With sweet canticles of praise. »While the dead world sleeps around, Let the sacred temples soun Law, and prophet, and blest psalm Lit with holy light so calm. e Thess verees should be sung onlg at a very eari; Service. (1¹⁸)