And when the pyramids shall fall,

And, mouldering, mix as dust in air, The dwellers on this altered ball

May still behold them glorious there.

Shine on! shine on! with you I tread
The march of ages, orbs of light!
A last eclipse o'er you may spread,
To me, to me,
there comes no night.

O! what concerns it him, whose way
Lies upward to th' immortal dead,
That a few hairs are turning gray,
Or one more year of life has fled !

Swift years! but teach me how to bear,
To feel and act with strength and skill,
To reason wisely, nobly dare,

And speed your courses as ye will.

When life's meridian toils are done,

How calm, how rich the twilight glow; The morning twilight of a sun

Which shines not here on things below.

Press onward through each varying hour;
Let no weak fears thy course delay ;
Immortal being! feel thy power,

Pursue thy bright and endless way.

Andrews Norton.

Prayer for the New Year.

ORD! who, o'erlooking sin and sin,
Still lengthen'st out my days,
Let me this new-born year begin
With love, and prayer, and praise !

As thou, through all the chequered past,

Hast safely kept my way,

Secure on thee, until the last,
I'll lean from day to day.

Whate'er the mercies thou shalt shower,

Grace be the chiefest gift!

And heavenward, with its sovereign power, My grovelling spirit lift!

And, when these numbered years no more
Shall mark my fleeting race,

Provide, upon the eternal shore,
Even for me, a place.

Ah! why should bitter tears be shed?
Alas! how swift the moments fly
Although the vine its fruits deny
Always with us, always with us
Another hand is beckoning us
Another year! another year!

Behold the western evening light
Beneath the shadow of the Cross

Benighted on the troublous main

Beside a massive gateway, built up in years gone by
Beyond where Cedron's waters flow

Blow on, thou mighty Wind

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Have ye not seen Him, when, through parted snows

He came not, with His heavenly crown, His sceptre clad with

power

He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower
Holy Spirit, Truth Divine

Home! Home! its glorious threshold
How calm and beautiful the morn

How pleasing is thy voice

I cannot plainly see the way

I love thy kingdom, Lord

I mourn no more my vanished years
I once made search, in hope to find
If thou dost truly seek to live
Infinite Spirit! who art round us ever

In the beginning was the Word

It came upon the midnight clear
"It is finished!" Man of Sorrows

Jesus a child His course begun
Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts
Jerusalem, my Home

Keep silence, Pride! What dost thou here

"Let there be light!" The Eternal spoke
Lift not thou the wailing voice

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high

Light waits for us in heaven. Inspiring thought
Like Noah's weary dove

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went

Lord, who ordainest for mankind

Lord! who, o'erlooking sin and sin

Lord, with glowing heart I'll praise thee

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'Mid the mad whirl of life, its dim confusion

My faith looks up to thee

My God, I thank thee! may no thought

Nearer, my God, to thee

No bird song floated down the hill

No human eyes thy face may see

Not in the solitude

Now gird your patient loins again

O blessed Jesus! when I see thee bending
O Bread to pilgrims given

O holy, holy, holy Lord

O lifted hands of sovereign might

O my Lord, I have but thee

O Thou in whose eternal name

O welcome hiding-place! O refuge meet

Oft, in the summer-days, I've marked some wild

Oh, deem not they are blest alone

Once more thou comest, O delicious Spring

Once the angel started back

Onward speed thy conquering flight

O sacred Head, now wounded

Quiet, Lord, my aching heart

Rocked in the cradle of the deep

Saviour! who thy flock art feeding

See, before us, in our journey, broods a mist upon the ground

Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh

Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary
Strangers no more we wildly rove

Tell me not, in mournful numbers