Imploring the constant Presence of God. BY SIR WALTER SCOTT. WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, Thus present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen And, oh! when gathers on our path, Battle Hymn. BY REV. W. M. FERNALD. WHEN Israel's foes, a numerous host, Through years of conflict pressed their cause, God's powerful arm was all her boast: 'Twas his right arm, his spirit's aim, Almighty God, who seekest life, Thine is the battle, mighty Lord; The Patient waiting upon God. BY DR. DODDRIDGE. WAIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, And let his word support your souls: Well can he bear your courage up, And all your foes and fears control. He waits his own well-chosen hour The intended mercy to display; And his paternal pities move, While wisdom dictates the delay. Blest are the humble souls that wait With sweet submission to his will: Harmonious all their passions move, And in the midst of storms are still, Still, till their Father's well-known voice Wakens their silence into songs; Then earth grows vocal with his praise, And heaven the grateful shout prolongs. A Prayer for the Times. GOD of our fathers, 'tis thy hand Hath turned the tide of death away; That rolled in madness o'er the land, And filled thy people with dismay. Thy voice awaked us from our dream; Almighty Parent, still in thee The work of man's destruction stay; GIARDINI. 1. Come, thou Al- mighty King, Help us thy Name to sing, Help us to praise : Father all glorious, O'er all vic torious, Come, and reign o - ver us, Ancient of days. 2 O God, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies, Invocation of praise. And make them fall; Lord, hear our call. 3 Come, thou, O Sovereign Lord, Gird on thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend; On us descend. 4 Come, holy Comforter, 5 To thy Paternity, Love and adore. Let Freedom's Banner wave. BY MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. HERE, where our fathers came To light our days; Here, where with faith and prayer Look ye, where free it waves Now pledge your heart and hand, Round this bright flag to stand, God of our fathers, now Let Freedom's banner wave Praise to the God of Harvest. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY. THE God of harvest praise; Yea, bless his holy name, The God of harvest praise; every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled,Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. A Psalm of Freedom. BY REV. EDMUND H. SEARS. STILL Wave our streamer's glorious folds It is our Nation's judgment-day Lo! on the thunders of the storm She rides, an angel strong: "Now my swift day of reckoning comes; Now ends the slaver's wrong. "Lift up your heads, ye faithful ones; For now your prayers prevail: "God's last Messiah comes apace Then wave the streamer's gallant folds Song of the Stars and Stripes. BY REV. E. H. SEARS. WE see the gallant streamer yet We plough the ocean's foam; Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace; Beneath the stars and stripes we'll keep, |