276 NEW VEAR’S EVE.

Cast Thine eye of love and mercy On the misery of the land: Say to the destroying Angel, “Tis enough: stay now thine hand.”

In our homesteads, in our valleys, Through our pasture-lands give peace: Through the Goshen of Thine Israel Bid the grievous murrain cease.

Dut with deeper, tenderer pity, Call to mind, O Son of Gop,

Those in Thine own Image fashioned: Ransomed with Thy precious Blood:,

Hear and grant the supplications, Like a cloud of incense, borne

,Up toward Thy Seat of Mercy, From Thy people’s hearts forlorn:

For the widow, for the orphan,

For the helpless, hopeless poor: Helpless, hopeless, if Thou spare not

Of their basket and their store. So—while these her earnest accents

Day by day Thy Church repeats,— That our sheep may bring forth thousands

And ten thousands in our streets;

Thai our oxen, strong to labour, May not know nor fear decay:

That there be no more complaining, And the plague have passed away.

And, at last, to all Thy servants, When earth’s troubles shall be o’er,

Threefold Godhead, give a portion

~ With Thyself for evermore. Amen.

» Nebo Pers Che. « So soon passeth tt away, and we are gone.” £75 13° and moments quickly flying } Blend the living with the dead; Soon will you and I be lying _ Each within our narrow bed.