2 Bright and glorious is that revelation

Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation

In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

3 And with childlike, credulous affection,
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land!

1 PRAISE to thee, all holy God,

From the world, the race, thou rulest;

From the green earth's dewy sod:

From the wayward hearts thou schoolest

2 Teach us, glorious Being, still
In our hearts to feel thy glory!
Nature ever works thy will -
May we read her gentle story.

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P. M.

W. J. Fox.

True Worship.

1 GRACIOUS Power, the world pervading,
Blessing all, and none upbraiding,

We are met to worship thee;

Not in formal adorations,
Nor with servile deprecations,
But in spirit true and free.

2 By thy wisdom mind is lighted,
By thy love the heart excited,

Light and love all flow from thee;
And the soul of thought and feeling,
In the voice thy praises pealing,
Must thy noblest homage be.

3 Not alone in our devotion,
In all being, life, and motion,
We the present Godhead see:
Gracious Power, the world pervading,
Blessing all, and none upbraiding,

We are met to worship thee.

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To the One God.

BOWRING.

1 ANCIENT of Ages! humbly bent before thee,
Songs of glad homage, Lord! to thee we bring:
Touched by thy spirit, O teach us to adore thee,
Sole God and Father, everlasting King;
Let thy light attend us,

Let thy grace befriend us!

Eternal, unrivalled, all-directing King!

2 Send forth thy mandate, gather in the nations,
Through the wide universe thy name be known;
Millions of voices shall join in adorations—
Join to adore thee, Undivided One!

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Every soul invited,

Every voice united

United to praise thee, Undivided One!

P. M. SARAH F. ADAMS.

Nearer to God.

1 NEARER, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me:

Still all my song would be,

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

2 Though like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be,
Nearer, my God, to thee
Nearer to thee!

3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;

All that thou send'st me,
In mercy given:
Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts,

Bright with thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs,

Bethel I'll raise:

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upwards I fly:

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee!

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6 & 4s.

ANONYMOUS.

Ordaining a Western Missionary.

1 WHERE, for a thousand miles,
The sweet Ohio smiles,

On bed of sand;

Where prairies blossom broad,
Fair gardens sown by God,
And lakes their ocean-flood,
Pour from his hand;

2 Where sleep, in rest profound,
Beneath each ancient mound,
A buried race;

There, brother, go and teach;
From heart to heart shall reach,
Thy free and earnest speech,
Of heavenly grace.

3 Where the tall forest waves,
Above those mouldering graves,
God's Truth declare;
While his "first Temples" spread
Their arches o'er thy head,
Lift, o'er the slumbering dead,

The voice of prayer.

4 While rolls the living tide,
Down Alleghany's side,
Its ceaseless flood;

Upon the mountains, there,
How beautiful appear,

The feet of those who bear,

Tidings of good.