THURSDAY. 3t

The sun is ruler of the day, The silver moon of night,

. The starry hosts adorn the sky In ordered ranks of light.

But e’en that glorious sun must set, And knows his going down;

That silver moon must wax and wane; The stars their courses own,

Still in an everchanging round The daylight comes and goes;

But Thou art evermore the same, No change Thy mercy knows.

Why waver then our troubled hearts? Thine is a Father's care;

And they, eternal life who seek, Eternal life shall share.

All praise, all glory be ascribed To Gop, the ONE in THREE,

Who bids us cast our care on Him, To Him for comfort flee. Amen.

Thursday,

* And GOD said, Let thé waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may Jy above the earth... And the evening and the morn tng were the fifth day.” 4 28”|‘HE fish in wave and bird on wing Gop made the waters bear; Both for our mortal body’s food His mercy doth prepare.

But other food, of richer cost, The immortal spirit needs;

By faith it lives on every Word That from His Mouth proceeds.

Faith springing from the Blood of Curist Has flowed o’er every land;

And sinners through the vanquished world Bow down to its command,

Its light the joy of heaven reveals To hearts made pure within;

And bids us seek by worthy decds Eternal crowns to win,