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Rev. J. B. DYKES.

2 Every sun of splendid ray;

Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at thy shrine,-These, and all life's holiest things, And its fairest,-all are thine.

3 And, for all, my hymns shall rise

Daily to thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes

Turn, unwearied, righteous One.
Through life's strange vicissitude,

There reposing all my care;
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled
there.

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A-MEN.

Scatter freely thoughts that bless
Where the thorns of sorrow press.
He who gives a smile shall see
Oft a weary soul set free.

Hearts are fields, and words are seeds
Springing into gracious deeds.

2 In life's daily duties sow
Words of truth, that all may know
What great progress lies in store,
As man claims it more and more.
Speak the brave word, have no fear;
Right is right, and God is near.
Lives are fields, and words are seeds
Springing into valorous deeds.

In life's daily duties sow
Words of wisdom; they shall show
How amid the shifting years

Soul grows strong, and will appears.
He who ripens on his way

Finds e'en now his harvest day. Years are fields, and words are seeds Springing into heavenly deeds.

Edward A. Horton.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry,-

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey!
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway.

4 The apostles' glorious company,

And prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,-
That thou eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty!

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St. Ambrose, 380-90. Tate and Brady, 1703.

God's Kingdom.

I Thy kingdom come-on bended knee The passing ages pray;

And faithful souls have yearned to see
On earth that kingdom's day.

2 But the slow watches of the night
Not less to God belong,
And for the everlasting right

The silent stars are strong.

2 Never was to chosen race

That unstinted tide confined:
Thine is every time and place,
Fountain sweet of heart and mind!

3 Breathing in the thinker's creed,
Pulsing in the hero's blood,
Nerving simplest thought and deed,
Freshening time with truth and good;

4 Consecrating art and song,

Holy book and pilgrim track;
Hurling floods of tyrant wrong

From the sacred limits back,5 Life of Ages, richly poured,

Love of God, unspent and free,
Flow still in the prophet's word
And the people's liberty!

2 Praise him, all ye host above,
Ever bright and fair in love!
Sun and moon, uplift your voice;
Night and stars, in God rejoice.

3 Chant his honor, ocean fair!

Earth, soft rushing through the air;
Sunshine, darkness, cloud and storm,
Rain and snow, his praise perform.

4 Let the blossoms of the earth
Join the universal mirth;
Birds, with morn and dew elate,
Sing with joy at heaven's gate.

Italian Melody.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound:
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

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With us evermore be found!
Walter Shirley. 1774.

Upward and Onward.

I We the weak ones, we the sinners,
Would not in our poorness stay;
We the low ones would be winners
Of what holy height we may :
Ever nearer

To thy pure and perfect day.

2 Shall things withered, fashions olden, Keep us from life's flowing spring? Waits for us the promise golden, Waits each new diviner thing. Onward, onward:

Why this faithless tarrying?

3 By each saving word unspoken;
By thy truth, as yet half won;
By each idol yet unbroken;
By thy will, yet poorly done;
Hear us, hear us,

Thou Almighty! help us on.
4 Nearer to thee would we venture,
Of thy truth more largely take,

Upon life diviner enter,