Amid the restless eyes of earth,
How stedfast is thine eye,
Fixed on the silent loveliness,
Of the far eastern sky.

A little flock! 'Tis well, 'tis well;
Such be her lot and name;

Thro' ages past it has been so,

And now 'tis still the same.

But the chief Shepherd comes at length;

Her feeble days are o'er,

No more a handful in the earth,

A little flock no more.

No more a lily among thorns;
Weary, and faint, and few,

But countless as the stars of heaven,
Or as the early dew.

Then entering the eternal halls,

In robes of victory,

That mighty multitude shall keep

The joyous jubilee.

Unfading palms they bear aloft,
Unfaltering songs they sing;
Unending festival they keep,
In presence of the King.*

THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED.

"So he giveth his beloved sleep."-PSALM cxxvii. 2.

SUNLIGHT has vanished, and the weary earth

Lies resting from a long day's toil and pain, And, looking for a new dawn's early birth,

Seeks strength in slumber for its toil again.

We too would rest; but ere we close the eye
Upon the consciousness of waking thought,
Would calmly turn it to yon star-bright sky,

And lift the soul to Him who slumbers not.

* Τῶν ἀγγέλων και τῶν ἁγίων ἀει ἑορταζόντων —ΑΤΗΑ

NASIUS.

Above us is thy hand, with tender care,
Distilling over us the dew of sleep:
Darkness seems loaded with oblivious air,

In deep forgetfulness each sense to steep.

Thou hast provided midnight's hour of peace,
Thou stretchest over us the wing of rest;
With more than all a parent's tenderness,
Foldest us sleeping to thy gentle breast.

Grief flies away; care quits our easy couch,
Till wakened by thy hand, when breaks the day-
Like the lone prophet by the angel's touch,—
We rise to tread again our pilgrim-way.

God of our life! God of each day and night!
Oh, keep us still till life's short race is run!
Until there dawns the long, long day of light,

That knows no night, yet needs no star nor sun.

THE NAME OF NAMES.

FATHER, thy Son hath died

The sinner's death of woe;

Stooping in love from heaven to earth, Our curse to undergo;

Our curse to undergo,

Upon the hateful tree.

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,
Put honour on that name of names
By blessing me!

Father, thy Son hath borne

The sinner's doom of shame; Bearing his cross without the gate He met the law's full claim;

He met the law's full claim,

Sin's righteous penalty.

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names

By pardoning me!

Father, thy Son hath poured

His life-blood on this earth,

To cleanse away our guilt and stains, To give us second birth;

To give us second birth;

From sin to set us free.

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names
By cleansing me!

Father, thy Son hath risen,

O'ercoming hell's dark powers;
His surety-death was all for us,
His surety-life is ours ;
His surety-life is ours,

Ours, ours eternally.

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names

By quickening me!

Father, thy Son to thee

Is now gone up on high,

Enthroned in heaven at thy right hand, He reigns eternally ;