HENRY PURCELL, 1658

234 COLCHESTER. C. M.

2 Around us rolls the ceaseless tide
Of business, toil, and care;
And scarcely can we turn aside
For one brief hour of prayer.

3 Yet these are not the only walls

Wherein thou may'st be sought; On homeliest work thy blessing falls, In truth and patience wrought.

4 Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,
The wealth of land and sea;
The worlds of science and of art,
Revealed and ruled by thee.

5 Then let us prove our heavenly birth In all we do or know;

And claim the kingdom of the earth
For thee, and not thy foe.

6 Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought As thou would'st have it done;

2 The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and tide :

The voice of Nature and of God
Speaks out upon your side.

3 The weapons which your hands have

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found

[wroughtAre those which Heaven hath Light, Truth, and Love: your battleground

The free, broad field of Thought. Oh, may no selfish purpose break The beauty of your plan,

Nor lie from throne or altar shake Your steady faith in man!

Press on! and if we may not share The glory of your fight,

We'll ask at least, in earnest prayer, God's blessing on the right.

Hope.

John G. Whittier.

1 The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring,

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And ever upon old decay

The greenest mosses cling.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks; Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Hath left his hope with all.

John G. Whittier.

2 Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path in life is free:
My Father has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.

Anna L. Waring.

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Another Day.

To Missionary Chant.

I O God! I thank thee for each sight
Of beauty that thy hand doth give,-
For sunny skies and air and light;
O God, I thank thee that I live!

2 My life I consecrate to thee;
And ever as the day is born,
On wings of joy my soul would flee,
And thank thee for another morn.

3 Another day to do, to dare;

To tax anew my growing strength; To arm my soul with faith and prayer, And so reach heaven and thee at length. Mrs. C. A. Mason.

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AMEN.