Baltimore daily commercial. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1865-1867, 1865-11-18
SUNDAY READINGS,

| they constructed n chronometer in London which
formed perhaps man nearest approach in mechanism
to the perfection of the works of Coda time-piece
which, alter being carried round the globe was found
on the shpretun to have deviated from true time b
twosecOndS only in the course ofa whole year Butthc
seasons regulated by clock which, placed in the
heavens. has gone on without mcndng or winding
not for one year. nor hundred, thousand but
many thousand years with undertaking regularity
| How manifold are thy works, Lord God Almighty;
| IN wisdom hast thou made them all In their I'M
failing succession how do the seasons display hy
providence, and illustrate thy PROMISE given beneath
the rainbow, by mountain altar and beside the
stranded ark, while the earth remaineth seed time
and harvest. and cold and heat, and summer and
winter, and day and night shall not cease
An "UNsURrAssED" HYMN.
In the Nc'o- Engtander for August. 1860 Dr. Bacon
pronOunces the following exquisite hymn 'Cnsur-
passed IN the English or any other language and
adds that perhaps it is near perfection as any un-
inspired language can be-" 1t is usually ascribed to
Hihouse, tho poet. i. e. James A. Hillhouse, but.
according to Dr. Bacon, it written by his younger
orother Augustus l.. Iillhouse who died near Paris
| in March, 1859:
Trembling before thine awful throne.
~ Lord In dust my sins own,
Justlce and mercy for my life
contend! Oh! smile and heal the strife
The Saviour smiles! upon my soul
New tides OF hope tumultuOuS roll
Ills voice proclalmS my pardon found
Seraphic transport wings the sound
Earth has JOY unknown in heaven
The new-b born peace of sin forgivenI
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
Ae angels! never dmmed your sight
He saw of old, on chaos rise
The beauteOus pillars of the skies:
le know where morn eXulting springs
And evening folds her dropping wings
Bright herads of the Eternal VIII,
Abroad his errands ye fulfill:
Or throned in floods of beamy day
Symphonlous in his presence play.
Loud is the song-the heavenly plain
Is shaken with the coral strain
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each Ginning star.
But l amid your choirs shall shine
And all your knowledge shall be mine;
1e on your harps must learn to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.
The man may be very poor his name unknown to
the bankers books, and his person strange to the
merchant of the world; but the flowers of the field
bloom, and the songs of the forest are warbled for
him. Under his feet, and around his path lie the
works. and over his head dwells the bright smile of
"a reconciled God He may be swimming against
the stream, but the banks thereof are adorned with
trees Of his LORDS planting" He may tremble at
the face of fellow creature whose claim he cannot
satisfy, but his conscience approves the principles he
has adopted, and the oracle he believes whispers i'm
his ear Light is sown for the righteous and glad
ness for the upright III heart" Human praise may
seldom greet him. but the desire to have conscience
holds m II u
in the warfare of life. The mobiles of the nation may
not hail him in the street. but the visits of minister
ing angels make his humble dwelling one of the por-
tails of Heavcn.-Suggtcst for LITE.
In that little tomb, one sad night, when tho stars
were over Jerusalem, there lay the worn and wasted
body of One who had suffered an ignominious death
Here, where [ stood, Roman soldiers sat on the
rocky floor, and clashed their armor rudely as they
passed the night in alternate jest and braw ratting
tha Ort h,- thnI I,bt Of II;
curSing each other by the gods of Rome while they
reck'd nothing who or what was the dead body they
were set to watch. And somewhere within Jcrusa-
lem few men and women were weeping the long
night through in hopeless agony, the scoff of nation
who had rejected the claims of their master as King
and Messiah.
But the scene is changed. The Sa vOr is risen.-
The religion of the Cross and Tomb has become the
religion of the world. The nails that men bcliev cd
were the nails that pierced his hands, were wrou ght
into the proudest crown Of human grandeur; and
the fragments they supposed to be of the wood on
which he hung, are shrined in paace-cathedrals of
unknown wealth and gorgeousness.
From the little handful of disciples the followers
of the Nazarene have grown to be host more than
any man can number, of every nation under Heaven
The standards Of Christian powers are triumphant
on every battle field; and the day has arrived in
which there is nation of the earth able say that
it can stand and be other than Chrstian-Tcnt Life
IN the Holy Land.
We look to our minister to pray for u.s. to preach
for u.s. and if he only could to be responsible for us
at the judgment-seat of God. No man in the uni
verse of God can be responsible for another Not
the greatest angel of those around the throne of Deity
can denude me Of my obligations, responsibilities
and duties. You and must stand before the judg-
ment seat OF Christ and amid that glory which shall
make thoughts To be leghle and character to be
transparent just rs clearly and vividly the printed
book is legible and transparent now. And we must
all stand at that judgment-seat each feeling the in
tense and unutterabe solitude Of being alone Dear
Brethren try often to be aone try to realize solitude
except with God You must die alone. Have you
ever seen death bed ? Nothing can help it. The
physicians retire. relatives hide their countenances
and weep, and the man dies alone. Nobody can
help him. they must leave him when the soul is about
to separate from the body and begin its long Journey
every relative remains behind. We must die alone;
we must stand at the judgment-seat alone we must
be answerable alone; and may God grant that we
may realize that it is to be alone with God our
Father, lest be alone with him once for all as our
Judge.-CUmmngS.
ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH.-The ground work of
our manly character is veracty, or the habit of
truthfulness. That virtue lies at the foundation of
everything said. How common it is to hear parents
say, have faith in my child so long as he speaks
the truth. He may have many faults. but know he
will not deceive. build that confidence" They
right. 1t is a lawful and just ground to build
upon So long as the truth remains in child there
is something to depend upon; but when truth is
gone. all is lost unless the child is speedily won back
again to veracity. Children, did you ever tell lie?
lfso, you are in imminent danger. Return at once,
little reader and enter the stronghold of truth and
from it you may never depart again.