The Orphan's Prayer. J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by Franz Abt. HEAVENLY Father! King of might! Place Thy guardian angels o'er me; Once again from sleep restore me; Guard me through the coming night! None but Thee, O Lord! can guide me, Earthly father is denied me; Hear, oh hear, the orphan's prayer, Heavenly Father! Heavenly Father! King of kings! Thou wilt hear the orphan's prayer, Heavenly Father! The Last Trump. JOHN DRYDEN. AS grew the power of sacred lays, The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise So when the last and dreadful hour Never hold Malice. 29 Never hold Malice. ELIZA COOK. H! never "hold malice;" it poisons our life, OH! With the gall-drop of hate and the nightshade of strife; Let us scorn where we must, and despise where we may, Oh! never "hold malice;" it cannot be good, Oh! never "hold malice ;" dislike if you will, Yet remember humanity linketh us still; We are all of us human, and all of us erring, And mercy within us should ever be stirring. Shall we dare to look up to the Father above, With petitions for pardon or pleading for love? Shall we dare, while we pant for revenge on another, To ask from a God yet deny to a brother? Death's Final Conquest. JAMES SHIRLEY.-Music by Edward Coleman. HE glories of our birth and state ΤΗ Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow- See where the victor-victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. Christian Courage. 31 Seeds of Light. J. R. LOWELL. OD scatters love on every side Go Freely among His children all, And always hearts are lying open wide Wherein some grains may fall. There is no wind but soweth seeds Which burst, unlook'd for, into high-soul'd deeds, We find within these souls of ours Some wild germs of a higher birth, Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth. Within the hearts of all men lie Those promises of wider bliss, Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, Christian Courage. REV. JOHN KEBLE. OH, shame upon thee, listless heart, So sad a sigh to heave; As if thy Saviour had no part In thoughts that make thee grieve. As if along His lonesome way He had not borne for thee Sad languors through the summer day, Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon; Fear Not, but Trust in Providence. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.-Music by S. Nelson. "AH, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep; I'll come and pace the deck with thee, I do not dare to sleep." "Go down!" the sailor cried, "go down ' This is no place for thee; Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be." Ah, pilot! dangers often met, And thou hast known the raging waves But to subdue their might." "It is not apathy," he cried, "That gives this strength to me ; Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be. |