So, Lord, when that last morning breaks Which shrouds in darkness earth and skies, May it on us, low bending here, Arrayed in joyful light arise! To God the Father glory be, And to his sole-begotten Son; Ambrosian Hymn. Translated by MORNING HYMN. "Ecce jam noctis tenuatur umbra." GREGORY THE GREAT was born in Rome about the year 554. He took the monastic habit, and loved retirement, but in 590 the office of Pope was forced upon him. His life was full of trials and useful work. It was he who sent Augustine to England to convert the Anglo-Saxons, and made him the first Archbishop of Canterbury. He patronized church music, and we are indebted to him for the Gregorian Chant. He died in 604, exhausted by trials and labors. The hymn" Veni Creator Spiritus" is by some attributed to Gregory. Lo, fainter now lie spread the shades of night, And upward shoot the trembling gleams of morn; Suppliant we bend before the Lord of light, And pray at early dawn, That his sweet charity may all our sin Father Supreme! this grace on us confer; 'Whose glory fills the earth. GREGORY THE GREAT. Translated by MIDDAY. WHEN at midday my task I ply There, about noon, with toil oppressed, He needed not, by whom we live, Lord, in our pilgrimage of grace Our spirits faint upon the way, We ask of thee the gift of God, 'T was at midday, on blood intent, The sudden glorious burst appalls; Now streams that light with mellowed glow Our hearts to God in prayer and praise. And calmly now we hear that word; Oh, rise thou then, and strive, my soul, For see, in all this noontide heat, And wilt thou then refuse thy pains EVENING HYMN. Yet, for a time, 't is bright and glad ; Sun of my soul, thyself display! Quicken me, Lord, and cheer my way! Till, borne upon thy healing wing, Upward I soar thy praise to sing. E'en now, when far from thy blest light, Yet angels, in their loftiest song, Fail in their flight, and do thee wrong; EVENING HYMN. "Rerum Deus tenax vigor." 287 O THOU true Life of all that live! And through its changes guide the day: Thy light upon our evening pour, So may our souls no sunset see; But death to us an open door To an eternal morning be. Father of mercies, hear our cry! Hear us, O sole-begotten Son! Ambrosian Hymn. Translated by A CHAMBER HYMN. AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY, a holy and devout clergyman of the Church of England, was born in Surrey, in 1740. He was educated at Westminster School and Trinity College, Dublin, and became a strenuous supporter of Calvinistic views. He died Aug. 11, 1777Some of his hymns especially "Rock of Ages," are great favorites. The following is generally made to begin with the fourth stanza, which is altered to "Inspirer and hearer of prayer." WHAT though my frail eyelids refuse Continual watching to keep, From evil secure, and its dread, The soul he delights to defend. And own thou hast helped me till now. I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my defence thou hast proved; Nor wilt thou relinquish at last A sinner so signally loved. Beneficent hearer of prayer, Thou feeder and guardian of thine, My all to thy covenant care I sleeping and waking resign. They bring me but nearer to thee. Thy ministering spirits descend To watch while thy saints are asleep; By day and by night they attend, The heirs of salvation to keep. Bright seraphs, despatched from the throne, Repair to their stations assigned; And angels elect are sent down To guard the elect of mankind. Thy worship no interval knows; Their chorus forever shall join, 1776. AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY. EVENING. HENRY KIRKE WHITE, son of a butcher and apprentice of a stocking-weaver, published a volume of poems in his eighteenth year, that attracted much attention and commanded the admiration of the poet Southey. He was born at Nottingham, March 21, 1785, and died from over-study, at Cambridge, Oct. 19, 1806. O LORD, another day is flown ; Are met once more before thy throne And wilt thou lend a listening ear To praises low as ours? Thou wilt for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign For thou didst bless the infant train, Oh, let thy grace perform its part, Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, The Sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. A pleasant incident is related of this hymn by Dr. Putnam in the "Singers and Songs of the Liberal Faith." A company of Bostonians, among whom was a daughter of Dr. Robbins, Mrs. Hill, were returning from England in a Cunard steamer. An aged Scotch Presbyterian minister and his wife were among the passengers. The party were singing hymns on deck at the close of a lovely Sabbath day, when the clergyman went to his state-room and brought a book of hymns and tunes to show them what he said was the sweetest hymn he knew, set to the sweetest tune. What was the Boston lady's surprise to hear him repeat the lines which her own father had written, "Lo! the day of rest declineth," and begin to sing " Bedford Street," a tune composed for the words by Mr. L. B. Barnes, President of the Handel and Haydn Society, and named for the author's own church, which was in Bedford Street, Boston. Lo! the day of rest declineth, Softly now the dew is falling; Peace o'er all the scene is spread; Purer influence God will shed. While thine ear of love addressing, THE EVENING CLOUD. JOHN WILSON, better known as Christopher North, under which name he wrote for Blackwood's Magazine a series of papers entitled " Noctes Ambrosianæ," was born at Paisley, May 19, 1785, and died in Edinburgh, April 3, 1851. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun: blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given; |