and we prophesy in part. But, when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

PRAISE YE THE LORD.

RAISE ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens;

PRAISE

praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels; praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light. Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded, and they were created. He hath also established them forever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass. Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons and all deeps: fire, and hail; snow, and vapors; stormy wind fulfilling his word; mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars; beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl; kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth; both young men, and maidens; old men, and children; let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name, alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

Praise ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness. Praise him with the sound of the trumpet; praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high-sounding cymbals. Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.

TH

OMNIPOTENCE OF JEHOVAH.

Translated by Rev. G. R. Noyes.

HEN spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said: Who is this that darkeneth my counsels by words without knowledge?

Gird up thy loins like a man!

I will ask thee, and answer thou me!

Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth?

Declare, since thou hast such knowledge!

Who fixed its dimensions? since thou knowest!

Or who stretched out the line upon it?
Upon what were its foundations fixed?
And who laid its corner-stone,
When the morning-stars sang together,
And all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Hast thou penetrated to the springs of the sea,
And walked through the recesses of the deep?
Have the gates of death been disclosed to thee,
And hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?
Hast thou surveyed the breadth of the earth?
Declare, since thou knowest it all!

Where is the way by which light is distributed,
And the east wind let loose upon the earth?
Who hath prepared channels for the rain,
And a path for the glittering thunderbolt;

To give rain to the land without an inhabitant;
To the wilderness, where is no man;

To satisfy the desolate and waste ground,

And cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth?

Canst thou bind the sweet influences of the Pleiades,
Or loosen the bands of Orion?

Canst thou lead forth Mazzaroth in its season,

Or guide Arcturus with his sons?

Knowest thou the ordinances of the heavens?

Hast thou appointed their dominion over the earth?
Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds,

So that abundance of waters will cover thee?

Canst thou send forth lightnings, so that they will go, And say to thee, "Here we are"?

Who hath imparted understanding to thy reins,

And given intelligence to thy mind?

Who numbereth the clouds in wisdom?

Hast thou given the horse strength?

Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

Hast thou taught him to bound like the locust?
How majestic his snorting! how terrible!

He paweth in the valley; he exulteth in his strength,
And rusheth into the midst of arms.

He laugheth at fear; he trembleth not,
And turneth not back from the sword.
Against him rattleth the quiver,

The flaming spear, and the lance.

With rage and fury he devoureth the ground,
He standeth not still when the trumpet soundeth.
He saith among the trumpets, Aha! aha!

And snuffeth the battle afar off;

The thunder of the captains, and the war-shout.

GOD EVERYWHERE.

H! show me where is He,

The high and holy One,

To whom thou bend'st the knee,

And pray'st-"Thy will be done!"

I hear thy song of praise,

And, lo! no form is near:

Thine eyes I see thee raise,

But where doth God appear?

Oh! teach me who is God, and where His glories shine, That I may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine.

Gaze on that arch above;
The glittering vault admire.
Who taught those orbs to move?
Who lit their ceaseless fire?

Who guides the moon to run
In silence through the skies?
Who bids that dawning sun

In strength and beauty rise?

There view immensity! behold! my God is there;
The sun, the moon, the stars His majesty declare.

See where the mountains rise;
Where thundering torrents foam;
Where, veiled in towering skies,
The eagle makes his home;
Where savage Nature dwells,
My God is present too;
Through all her wildest dells
His footsteps I pursue;

He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird's scream.

Look on that world of waves,
Where finny nations glide;
Within whose deep, dark caves
The ocean-monsters hide:
His power is sovereign there,
To raise, to quell the storm;
The depths his bounties share,
Where sport the scaly swarm:

Tempest and calms obey the same almighty voice

Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice.

No human thought can soar
Beyond her boundless might;
He swells the thunder's roar,

He spreads the wings of night.

Oh, praise his works divine!

Bow down thy soul in prayer;
Nor ask for other sign

That God is everywhere:

The viewless Spirit, He!-immortal, holy, blest:
Oh, worship Him in faith, and find eternal rest!

LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.

HE breaking waves

dashed high

On the stern and rock-bound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New-England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true-hearted, came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame:

Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depth of the desert's gloom

With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amid the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea;

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free.

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared: This was their welcome home.

There were men with hoary hair
Amid that pilgrim band,

Why have they come to wither there,

Away from their childhood's land?

There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;