How welcome now the long sought sleep
Of this all tranquil night.

Brief night and quiet couch

In some star-lighted room,
Watched but by one beloved eye,
Whose light dispels all gloom.

A sky without a cloud,

A sea without a wave:
These are but shadows of thy rest
In this thy peaceful grave.

Rest for the toiling hand,

Rest for the thought-worn brow,
Rest for the weary, way-sore feet,
Rest from all labour now.

Rest for the fevered brain,

Rest for the throbbing eye;

Through these parched lips of thine no more
Shall pass the moan or sigh.

REST FOR THE WEARY IN HEAVEN.

TELL me, my secret soul,

Oh tell me, hope and faith,

Is there no resting place

From sorrow, sin, and death ?

Is there no happy spot

Where mortals may be blest
Where grief may find a balm,

And weariness a rest?

Faith, hope, and love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered "YES, IN HEAVEN!"

IT IS WELL.

Bishop Doane.

BELOVED, "it is well!

God's ways are always right;
And love is o'er them all,
Though far above our sight.

Beloved, "it is well!

Though deep and sore the smart,
He wounds who skills to bind

And heal the broken heart.

Beloved, "it is well!"

Though sorrow clouds our way, "Twill make the joy more dear That ushers in the day.

Beloved, "it is well!

The path that Jesus trod,
Though rough and dark it be,

Leads home to heaven and God.

HOPE AND BE UNDISMAYED.

From the German.

GIVE to the winds thy fears;

Hope, and be undismay'd;

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves, through clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;

Wait thou his time; so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.

He everywhere hath sway,

And all things serve his might;

His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light,
When he makes bare his arm,

What shall his work withstand!
When he his people's cause defends,
Who, who shall stay his hand!

Leave to his sovereign sway,

To choose, and to command;
With wonder fill'd, thou then shalt own,
How wise, how strong his hand;

Thou comprehend'st him not,

Yet earth and heaven tell,

God sits as sovereign on the throne,
He ruleth all things well.

Thou seest our weakness, Lord;

Our hearts are known to thee:
O lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!

Let us, in life and death,

Boldly thy truth declare;

And publish with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

HALLELUJAH! FOR THE LORD GOD OMNI

POTENT REIGNETH.

Sames Montgomery.

HARK! the song of Jubilee!

Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea

When it breaks upon the shore :
Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

Hallelujah!-hark! the sound

From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
See Jehovah's banners furled,

Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done,

And the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of his Son.

He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;

He shall reign when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away :
Then the end!-beneath his rod
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.

SONG OF THE STARS.

W. C. Bryant.

WHEN the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,
And the empty realms of darkness and death
Were moved through their depths by his mighty
breath,

And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame
From the void abyss by myriads came,―
In the joy of youth as they darted away,
Through the widening wastes of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rang,

And this was the song the bright ones sang:

"Away, away, through the wide, wide sky,
The fair blue fields that before us lie,—
Each sun with the worlds that round him roll,
Each planet, poised on her turning pole;
With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.