The day is THINE! the blessed day
At evening's touching grace;

When softly light's receding ray

Beams o'er her fainting face;

As, melting into shade away,

She sinks in night's embrace.

And THINE! the silent, solemn noon
Of midnight's starry sky,

What time the lone, majestic moon,

In glory, saileth by;

And night's sweet songstress doth attune

Her tender minstrelsy.

And THINE! the hour when stars wax dim,

And when the moon grows pale,

Ere morning garbed in russet trim

Uplifts her misty veil ;

Or wakening nature's gladsome hymn

Bestirs the fresh'ning gale.

The circling day reveals THY name
Through time's revolving space;
Its voiceless language doth proclaim,
THY glory, and THY grace;

Oh who can speak THY matchless fame,
Or search THY dwelling place!

PRAYER.

O THOU! that hearest prayer, unto THEE shall all flesh go.

Psalm 1xv. 2.

THY right hand holds the living stream from whence all blessings flow;

THOU art the hearer, Lord, of Prayer, to whom all flesh shall go:

Glad beauty in her rosy bloom, and youth in all its

glee,

And manhood strong, and age mature, and tender

infancy :

The king upon his glorious throne, the beggar at his

gate,

Alike before THY altar fall, and on THY bounty

wait;

For THOU to all thy creatures here, the blest command hast given,

To lift their hearts with songs of praise, and words of pray'r to Heaven.

To turn us from our secret sins, and fit us for

the sky,

When THOU, to touch our stubborn hearts, dost make thine arrows fly;

When those we lov'd and trusted most are call'd by

death away,

And loneliness, and cheerless gloom are on our weary

way;

When there is none to weep with us,-to cherish us,

-or love,

Oh then we learn to seek in prayer for comfort from above!

And who, but for THY blessed aid, the spirit's wound could bear,

O THOU before whose throne the soul is poured forth in prayer!

In sickness and in peril, Lord, THOU art for ever

nigh;

THINE eye beholds the sinner's tear, THINE ear receives his sigh;

And THOU in mercy lookest down to free the contrite soul,

That humbly prays and strongly strives, from hated sin's control.

O Blessed Lord! Creator Good! to whom all fles

shall flee,

E'en joy would lose its power to cheer, unsanctified by THEE!

For gracious is the privilege to sinful mortals given Their hearts to lift in songs of praise and words of prayer to Heaven.

CHARITY ENJOINED.

Let it not grieve thee to bow down thine ear to the poor, and give him a friendly answer with meekness.-Ecclesiasticus iv. 8.

WHAT though the Lord hath blest thy state;
Though menials crowd thy lofty gate;

Though wealth and power thy steps attend,
And though the mighty call thee friend:

Grieve not to lend a patient ear

In meekness to the poor man's pray'r;
And let thy willing counsel shed
Its blessing on his humble head.

With ready alms let kindness blend,
Be thou the maid's and widow's friend;
And see that weeping orphans bless
Thy tones of love and gentleness.