MONDAY. 29

May we ne’er by guilt depressed Lose the way to endless rest;

Nor with idle thoughts and yain Bind our souls to earth again. Rather may we heavenward rise Where sternal treasure lies; Purified ly grace within.

Hating every deed ofsin.

Hory Faruer, hear our cry Through Thy Son, our Lorp most High, Whom our thankful hearts adore With the Sprrir evermore. Amen,

Monday,

“And GOD made the firmament, and divided he waters which were under the Jirmament from the waters which were above the firmament.‘And the evening and the morning were the second day.”

95 Coe let us praise the Name of Gop,

Who on the second day Spread out the firmament above, His glory to display. Slow floating on the blue expanse The watery clouds we view, Whence fruitful showers at His command The thirsty soil bedew. How fair an image of the Grace His mercy doth impart, Like morning dew or gentle rain, To gladden every heart. And when the faithful soul drinks in Those showers with blessings rife, A well of water springeth up To everlasting life. O happy saints, on whom are poured Such treasures from above; Lorp, may they ne’er forgetful be, But render love for love, To Gop, Who freely loved us first, All might, all glory, be; To Fatuer, Son, and Hoty Guost, Through all eternity. Amen,