HYMNS. MOTHER'S HYMN. THERE sitteth a dove so white and fair, And she listeneth how to Jesus Christ Lightly she spreads her friendly wings, And unto the Father in heaven she bears The And back she comes from heaven's gate, And she brings, that dove so mild, From the Father in heaven, who hears her speak, A blessing on every child. Then, children, lift up a pious prayer! It hears whatever you say; That heavenly dove so white and fair, All on the lily spray. - From the Swedish. THE NEAREST FRIEND. DEAR JESUS! ever at my side, To leave Thy home in heaven, to guard Thy beautiful and shining face I cannot feel Thee touch my hand, But I have felt Thee in my thoughts, And when my heart loves God, I know Yes! when I pray, Thou prayest too, But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not, - F. W. Faber. A MOTHER'S MORNING PRAYER. Up to me sweet childhood looketh, Heart, and mind, and soul awake; In their young hearts, soft and tender, |