RAPHAEL. 8s, 7s, 4.

E. J. HOPKINS.

WELCOME, days of solemn meeting;
Welcome, days of praise and prayer;
Far from earthly scenes retreating,
In your blessings we would share;
Sacred seasons,

In your blessings we would share.
2 Be thou near us, blesséd Saviour,
Still at morn and eve the same;
Give us faith that cannot waver;
Kindle in us heaven's own flame;
Blessed Saviour,

Kindle in us heaven's own flame.

3 When the fervent heart is glowing, Holy Spirit, hear that prayer: When the song of praise is flowing, Let that song thine impress bear;

Holy Spirit,

Let that song thine impress bear.

S. F. Smith

ITALA. IOS.

Arr. fr. LA FEUILLÉE.

When, like his own, he

68 Penitent prayer.
FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet,
And bow in penitence beneath thy feet;
Again to thee our feeble voices raise,
To sue for mercy, and to sing thy praise.

2 Lord, we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care,

And all thy work from day to day declare:
Is not our life with early mercies crowned?
Does not thine arm encircle us around?

3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love,
Too oft with careless feet from thee we rove;
But now, encouraged by thy voice, we come,
Returning sinners to a Father's home.

4 Oh, by that name in which all fulness dwells,
Oh, by that love which every love excels,
Oh, by that blood so freely shed for sin,
Open blest mercy's gate and take us in!

Lucy E. G.Whitmore.

DARWELL. H. M.

J. DARWELL.

my God.

LORD of the worlds above!

How pleasant, and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 Oh, happy souls who pray,
Where God appoints to hear!
Oh, happy men who pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears;

Oh, glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet!

Isaac Watts.

And boast salvation nigh; Cheerful in God, arise and shine, While rays divine stream all abroad.

2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace

He pours around thy head;

The nations round thy form shall view, With lustre new, divinely crowned.

Where saints, with morning-vows,

In full assembly meet:

Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from thy throne thy mercy shine.

2 Oh, send thy light abroad; Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God,

And guide my doubtful way; I'll hear thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 3 Now in thy holy hill,

Before thine altar, Lord!

My harp and song shall sound

The glories of thy word: Henceforth, to thee, O God of grace! A hymn of praise my life shall be.

Timothy Dwight.

ZEBULON. H. M.

LOWELL MASON.

Hayward.