The thunder is His voice;

His arrows blazing fires; He glows in yonder sun,

And smiles in starry choirs.

The balmy breeze His breath perfumes ; His beauty blooms in flowers and trees.

With life He clothes the spring;
The earth with summer warms;

He spreads the autumnal feast,

And rides in wint'ry storms.
His gifts divine through all appear,
And round the year His glories shine.

DWIGHT.

ALTHOUGH THE VINE ITS FRUIT DENY.

LTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,

The budding fig-trees droop and

die,

No oil the olives yield,

Yet will I trust me in my God,

Yea, bend rejoicing to His rod,

And by His grace be heal❜d.

Though fields, in verdure once array'd,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,
Or parch'd by scorching beam;
Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though His frown is just,
His mercy is supreme.

Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea,

And round the empty stall;

My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;
There God is all in all,

In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,
Nay, triumph in His love:

My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet,
Free as the hind He makes, and fleet,

To speed my course above.

BISHOP H. U. ONDERDONK.

THE PEACE OF FAITH.

HEN winds are raging o'er the

upper ocean,

And billows wild contend with

angry roar,

'Tis said, far down, beneath the wild commo

tion,

That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest ! There is a temple, sacred evermore,

And all the babble of life's angry voices

Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door.

Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.

O Rest of rests! O Peace, serene, eternal! Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never; And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth Fulness of joy, forever and forever.