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SUNDAY READING.

SUNDAY READING.
MORNING AND EVENING HYMNS.
BY FRANCIS TURNER rAIGRAvE.
MORNING HYMN.
Lord God Of morning and OF night,
We thank thee Tor thy gift of light
| As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem TO find thee now more nigh.
Fresh hopes have waken'd in the heart,
Fresh force TO 10 our daily part:
Iny thousand sleeps cur strength restore
| thousand fold TO serve thee more.
Yet whilst thy will we would pursue.
Oft what we would we cannot do;
The sun may stand IN zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.
Lord OF Lights lis thou alone
Canst make cur darken'd hearts thine own:
| Though this new day with joy We see,
Great Dawn of God We cry for thee
Praise God, cur Maker and our Friend
Praise him through time, till time shall end;
| Till psalm ana song his name adore
Through Heavens great day of Evermore.
EVENING HYMN.
Light of life, o Saviour dear,
| Before We sleep bow down thine ear
| Throngh dark and day, Ger land and sci,
| We have no other hope but thee
on from tiny royal road we part.
Lost in the mszes of our heart
Our lamps lut out. cur course forgot,
We seek Tor God and lind him not.
What sudden sunbesms cheer our sight
What dswning risen upon the night
! rh1u gN'st thy-en To u and
| Find Guide anu Path and all in thee.
Through day and darkness, Saviour dear,
| ABIDE with US more nearly near;
| Till on thy face We lit cur eyes,
| The sun Of GOd's own Paradise.
Praise God. our Maker and our Friend;
| Praise HIM throush time, till time shall end;
| Til psalm ana song his name adore
Through eavehs great day OF Evermore.
Meanin' goes but little way i most things,
for You may mean to stick things together
and your glue may be had, and then where
are you George Eliot.
When we are invited to an entertainment
We take what We find and if any one should
bid the master of the house set fish or tarts
before him, he would be thought absurd.
Yet in the world We ask the gods for what
they do not give us and that though there
are so many things which they have given
us.-[Epictetus.
They who stand in high stations wish for
higher +; but they who have occupied the
highest of all. often think with regret of
some one pleasanter they left below. The
most wonderful thing in h1man nature is the
variance of knowledge and will. where no
passion is the stimulant ; whence that sys-
TEN of life is often chosen and persevered
in, which a man is well convinced is neither
the best for him nor the easiest. Few can
see clearly where their happiness lies, and, in
those who see it, you will scarcely find one
who has .he courage to pursue it. Every ac-
tion must have its motive but weak motives
are sufficient for weak minds ; and whenever
We see one which We believe to be stranger
moved habituslly by what appears made
quate, We may be certain that there is ito
bring a metaphor from the forest) more top
than root Walter Savage Landor.
There is in Christianity light enough for
those who sincerely wish to see it. and dark
ness enough to confound those of an oppo-
site isposition.-l Pascal.
One man beareth hatred against another
and doth he seek pardon from the Lord He
showeth no mercy to man who is like him
self and doth he ask forgiveness of his own
sins t-[ Sirach.
If there had not been such thing as good
ness, should long ago have given up all
hope of earthly good. If not such thing
as grace, l should long ago have given up the
hope of heaven. But goodness, grace, the
merits of Christ for nothing, have been and
for ever must be TIE rock n which we perish
ing souls must rest Rutherford.
That is rare and blessed lot, which some
of the greatest men have not attained TO
know ourselves guiltless before a condemn
ing crowd-to be sure that what We are de-
nounced for is solely ths good in us. The
pitiable lot is that Of the man who could not
call himself n martyr, even though he were
to persuade himself that the men who stoned
him were bnt ugly passions incarnate. Who
knows that he is stoned not for protesting
the right, but for not being the man he pro-
fessed to be ?-[George Eliot.
Now, just as the gates were opened to let
in the men, l looked after them, and behold,
the city shone like the sun ; the streets also
were paved with gold, and in them walked
many men with crowns on their heads, palms
in their hands, and golden harps to sing
praises withal. There were them that had
wings. and they answered one another with
out intermission, saying Holy, holy. holy
is the Lord" And after that they shut up
the gates which when l had seen. | wished
myself among them.-[ Bunyan.
In the position where your lot is cast you
are TO perform the duties which lie nesrest
you and by the performance of those duties
you are TO develop a Christian life. If you
are called to be parent, or a child or a ser
want or n laboring man or if You are called
to wear the crown or bear the yoke what
ever your circumstances may be. you are TO
fulfill your duty of following Christ You
are not before fulfilling your duty, to wait
until you can change your relationships and
free yourselves from temptation. Follow
Christ, right where you are and now
[Beecher.
Are We not all of us, crusaders who, after
all our hard-fought battles. but conquer a
grave?-[ Heine.
When Goethe says that in every human
condition foes lie in wait for us, '.invinci-
BILE only by cheerfulness and equanimity."
he does not mean that We can at all times
be really cheerful, or at u moments notice,
but that the endeavor to look at the better
side of things will produce the habit, and
that this habit is the surest safeguard against
the danger OF sudden evils. Leigh Hunt.
The sunset of day is not real, only appa-
rent such Is the sunset of Christian life.
For the good there is no death it is only
step in life. And there is no horizon that
separates the earth from the sky it is only
apparent. And We would fain believe there
Is no spiritual horizon separating our earthly
life from the heavenly, but that even now
while We soJourn below may abide in
spirit with the ''innumerable company OF
angels and the spirits Of the Just made per-
feet, in that sweet heaven Christ makes with
IN and which cometh not with observa-
ton
Henry Ware died in the prime of manhood.
When the last hour was approaching, the
thoughts and visions that had wrapt and en-
tranced his mind when writing the majestic
poem, seemed to come back to him again.
His mind went up, up TO the golden circles
and zones. and wandered again among the
stars. My mind" he said. lis crowded
with precious thoughts Of death and immor-
tality. | feel like one who views the parting
OF the clouds on dark night Star after
star begins to appear IN the space beyond
and the stars j See are but the sentinels of
the radiant myrlads yet to be revealed"
We live in deeds; not years in thoughts, not
In feelings, rot in figures On a dial
lives
Who thinks ost, fees tho nob'es,, acts the best
-Phii'p Jnnes Bailey.
Talents are best matured IN solitude
character Is best formed in the stormy bill
lows Of the world. [Goethe.
Pray to God at the beginning of all thy
works, that so thou mayst bring them all to
good ending. Nenophen.
We should carry up our affections to the
mansions prepared for us above, where eter-
nifty is the measure, felicity the state, angels
the company. the Lamb the light, and God
the inheritance and portion Of his people
forever.-LJer Taylor
The kniie's sharp cut can be endured
Its ugly cash by time is cured
But bitter words when they U'erfoS,
lnfict deep. unheaIng blow.
from the TIarkish
1t is they who glorify who shall enjoy Him
they who deny themselves, who snail not be
denied they who labor on enrth, who shall
H.. Al.
who shall wear the crown they who seek to
bless others, who shall be blessed d-TDr
Guthrie
As stars upon the tranuuIl soa