All day long those hands of Thine
Mercy's almoners have been;
All day long those eyes Divine

Sights of want and woe have seen ; All day long those ears have heard Many a harsh and sinful word.

Angel hands Thy couch shall spread
On the green and mossy sward;
At Thy feet and at Thy head

Cherubs shall keep watch and ward : Bright, like his at Luz, shall be Midnight visions unto Thee!

Nay, He rests not,- see Him there,
Kneeling low upon the sod,
All the burden of His prayer
Pouring forth as man to God;
Far away from earthly jars,
In the clear, calm light of stars.

For Himself He prays awhile, -
Strength to do His will on earth;
He whose spirit knew no guile,

Bore no taint of sinful birth,
Strength to bear His Father's frown,
Grace to spurn the proffered crown :

Then for those few simple sheep,
Earnest of His future Fold,
Fervent yearnings upward leap,

Faith and Hope for them grow bold;
Angel censers through the air
Waft the perfume of His prayer.

But the first gray light of morning
Pierces now the olive shade ;
Early birds, with gentle warning,
Carol through the leafy glade;

All unrested, save by prayer,
Jesus drinks the morning air.

Saviour! let the evening hours

Dear to us, Thy children, be; With clasped hands, as folded flowers, Praying earnestly to Thee,

Let our vesper-worship rise

Incense-like before Thine eyes;

Then, when that dark eventide

Closes in our life's long day,
And, like some steep mountain-side,

Frowns the last and lonesome way,

Bright to us that path shall be,
Found alone, O Lord, with Thee!

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A PRAYER.

ASK not wealth, but power to take And use the things I have aright; Not years, but wisdom that shall make My life a profit and delight.

I ask not that for me the plan
Of good and ill be set aside,
But that the common lot of man
Be nobly borne and glorified.

I know I may not always keep

My steps in places green and sweet,
Nor find the pathway of the deep
A path of safety to my feet.

But pray, that, when the tempest's breath
Shall fiercely sweep my way about,

I make not shipwreck of my faith
In the unbottomed sea of doubt;

And that, though it be mine to know
How hard the stoniest pillow seems,

Good angels still may come and go
On the bright ladder of my dreams.

I do not ask for love below,

That friends shall never be estranged; But for the power of loving, so

My heart may keep its youth unchanged.

Youth, joy, wealth-Fate, I give thee these ;
Leave faith and hope till life is passed;
And leave my heart's best impulses
Fresh and unfailing to the last.

For this I count, of all sweet things,
The sweetest out of heaven above;

And loving others surely brings

The fullest recompense of love!

REST AND PEACE IN TRUTH.

DO not ask, O Lord, that Thou

shouldst shed

Full radiance here;

Give but a ray of peace, that I

Without a fear;

may tread

I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see

Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand
And follow Thee.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine,
Like quiet night:

Lead me, O Lord — till perfect day shall shine,

Through peace to light.