Till all our wanderings cease; And, at our Father's loved abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore;

And Thou, the Lord, shalt be our God
And portion evermore.

To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings

41.

To nations yet unborn.

1 EARTH'S busy sounds and ceaseless din,
Wake not this morning air!
A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.

2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast;
A holy joy should welcome there,
This happy day of rest.

3 Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour the spirit fill;

And thou, from whom its being flows,
Oh teach it all thy will!

4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest, Hallow life's every hour;

And bear us to our better rest,

Eternal, perfect, sure.

1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires
To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,
Ard listen to the sacred word.

2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o'er his anxious breast;
While, all around, the calm divine
Proclaims the holy day of rest.

3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,

Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.

Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

1 O LORD! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind:
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.

3 With heavenly grace our souls endue;
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name
4 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes

1 As every day, thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials or its çares,

Father! till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,
And let thy will be always mine.

2 When cach day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh lead me onward to the skies!
3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.
49.
Spiritual Needs.
1 I WANT the spirit of power within,
Of love and of a healthful mind,
Of power to conquer every sin,
Of love to God and all mankind;

C. WESLEY.

Of health that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.

2 Oh that the Comforter would come.
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast,
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!

50.

"Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day."
EPISCOPAL CON

1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine,
Demands the soul's collected powers:
With joy to thee we now resign
These solemn, consecrated hours:
O may our souls, adoring, own
The grace that calls us to thy throne
2 All-seeing God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And, where thou art, intrude no more!
Oh may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!

Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart; And bid thy words, with life divine, Engage the car, and warm the heart: Then shall the day indeed be thine; Our souls shall then adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne.

1.

The Gate of Heaven. E. II. CHAPIN.
1 OUR Father, -God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells thy secret majesty.
Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend
In reverent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find thy spirit there.

2 Lord, be the spot, where now we meet,
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may desponding care look
up,
And sorrow lay its burden down;
Or learn of him to drink the cup,
To bear the cross, and win the crown.

1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way:
Let us now a blessing seck,

Waiting in his courts to-day, -
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face;

Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee!

3 Here we come thy name to praise,
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear!
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief from all complaints! Thus let all our sabbaths prove,

Till we join the Church above.