ANGELS.

By C. D. Stuart.

OH, that angels never haunt the soul:

H, teach me not the barren creed,

That 'tis a dream, oh, never plead ;

I would not lose their sweet control,
Low-whispering spirits, still they come
And bid the dear emotions start,
With visions of our childhood's home,
That "Mecca" of the human heart.
2 Oh, chide me not, nor break the spell,
All I have loved, or love, is here;
The kind, the good, the true, they dwell
In friendship's smile, and pity's tear!
A little faith may rend the guise;

And what our yearning hearts adore,
Will change to seraphs from the skies,
Who lingering watch till life is o'er.

HE GIVETH HIS ANGELS CHARGE. NSPIRER and hearer of prayer,

Thou Shepherd and guardian of mine;

My all to thy fatherly care,

I, sleeping or waking, resign.

2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is not darkness to me;
And fast as the moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.

3 Thy ministering spirits descend,

Their watch round thy children to keep; By day and by night they attend, And guard both our waking and sleep.

4 I, too, am of heavenly birth,

To me is some ministry given;
May I do thy will upon earth,

As 'tis done by the angels of heaven.

GOD SURROUNDS US.

WITHIN thy circling arms I lie,
O God! in thine infinity;

My soul in quiet shall abide,
Beset with love on every side.

2 Within thy circling power I dwell,
The power that doeth all things well;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

3 How sure his law, how great his might!
His holiness, how infinite!

How reverend is his majesty !

His wisdom, oh, how deep and high!

4 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;

Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there!

GOD IS EVERYWHERE.

ATHER and friend! thy light, thy love,

Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.

2 Great Spirit! we thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,
To human eyes invisible,

Reignest the Lord of life and light. 3 We think that in some hallowed part

Of the wide heavens thy throne may be ; But this we know, that where thou art, Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with thee. 4 Thy children shall not faint nor fear,

Sustained by this delightful thought; Since thou, their God, art everywhere, They cannot be where thou art not.

THE SOUL.

By G, W. Nichols.

THE soul is boundless as the skies,
Undying as the orb of day;
From sphere to sphere she upward flies,
As wear her outward shells away;
Defying Death, and Time, and strife,
To rob her of immortal life!

2 She wears a crown adorned with gems,
More sparkling than the stars at night,
And, spangled o'er with diadems,

A glittering robe of spotless white ; That crown which rivals all above, That robe so pure, is human love!

3 A fragrance, bears aloft her wings,

More sweet, more pure, than heavenly dew; And round her form a radiance springs, A radiance soft, of golden hue; That balmy breath which wafts her higher, That lambent light, is virtue's fire!

4 She sits upon a starry throne,

Whose wondrous glory fills the sky,
And quaffs a cup whose drops atone
For all of human misery;

That beaming throne whose glories shine,
That nectared cup, is truth divine!

CHEER.

EEK to be patient in distress,

at must close;

Tears are akin to happiness,

The thorn is neighbored by the rose.

2 The love that keeps the buried flower
Safe from the winter's stormy breath,
Can guard us through each evil hour,
And lead us safe to life, through death.

HOW

INDEPENDENCE.

OW happy is he born or taught,
Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;
2 Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world by care

Of public fame, or private breath; 3 Who God doth late and early pray,

More of his gifts than grace to lend,
And walks with man from day to day.
As with a brother and a friend!

4 This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.

I USED TO THINK.

USED to think that yonder sky

Was God's own palace bright and high;
That wingéd angels, glittering fair,
Were ever singing praises there.

2 I looked for them in sunset skies,

And thought the stars were their bright eyes;
But now I'm glad that when I pray,
God's heaven is not so far away.

3 I feel the soft and silent air,
And joy to know that God is there;
And when my heart to him is given,
I love to think, in that is heaven.

BE THOU O GOD!

BE thou, O God! exalted high;

And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here as there obeyed.

HYMNS.

METRES, EIGHTS AND SEVENS.

1

SPIRIT VOICES.

From "Blossoms of our Spring."- By H. Tuttle.

WH

HEN the day-god, worn and weary,
Sinks behind the shadowy hills,

;

And the cooing of the ring-dove
Like sweet loves my bosom thrills
When the sunset clouds, like vessels,
Coast upon the airy sea,

Beaming with the forms of angels,
Spirit voices come to me.

2 When night's pet child, morning twilight,
Trips along with flying feet
O'er the pastures strewn with clover,
Redolent with fragrance sweet;
And with dainty, rose-tipped fingers,
Folds the shadow-shades for me,
Fraught with love-words, softly spoken
Spirit-voices come to me.

3 Ne'er is there a night so starless,
Or a day so fraught with bliss,
That I hear not spirit-voices,
Or return some angel kiss.
When I'm sad the gentle angels

Fold the heart-shades all aside;

And they smile, when golden joy-beams
O'er me, like May sunshine glide.