Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 10 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watchword at the gates of death: 15 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, While angels in their songs rejoice, "Behold he prays!" In prayer on earth the saints are one; No prayer is made on earth alone: And Jesus, on the eternal throne, O, Thou, by whom we come to God; J. MONTGOMERY. THE EVENING CLOUD. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun; 5 Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow; 11 To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of heaven; Where, to the eye of Faith, it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies. WILSON. HYMN. WHEN Spring unlocks the flowers, When Summer's balmy showers Refresh the mower's toil; Shall man, alone unthankful, His little praise deny? No; let the year forsake his course, Thee, Master, must we always love; The flowers of Spring may wither, The hope of Summer fade; The Autumn droop in Winter, The birds forsake the shade; The winds be lull'd; the sun and moon Forget their old decree; But we, in Nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee. HYMN. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, HEBER. 5 They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain! What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Java's isle, Though every prospect pleases, In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, 10 The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone! Can we, whose souls are lighted With Wisdom from on high, Has learn'd Messiah's name! It spreads from pole to pole; ON SOLITUDE. Ir is not that my lot is low, In woods and glens I love to roam, Yet when the silent evening sighs, 5 10 250 OF THE BRIGHT THINGS IN EARTH AND AIR My spirit takes another tone, The autumn leaf is sear and dead— It floats upon the water's bed; I would not be a leaf, to die The woods and winds, with sudden wail, I've none to smile when I am free; Yet in my dreams a form I view, I 15 20 K. WHITE. THE BRIGHT THINGS IN EARTH AND AIR. Or the bright things in earth and air How little can the heart embrace! Soft shades and gleaming lights are there— Mine eye unworthy seems to read I cannot paint to Memory's eye The scene, the glance, I dearest love- 5 10 |