Happy proof! she shall discover,

What joy, what bliss,

How many heavens at once it is, To have a God become her lover! RICHARD CRASHAW.

Grant us thy peace, that, like a deepening river, Swells ever onward to a sea of praise.

O thou, of peace the only Lord and Giver, Grant us thy peace, our Saviour, all our days! 1879.

ELIZA SCUDDER.

SILENT PRAISE.

CHARLES TENNYSON, a clergyman of the Church of England, brother of the poet-laureate was born July 4, 1808. He changed his name to TURNER. He died April 25, 1878.

O THOU, who givest to the woodland wren
A throat, like to a little light-set door,
That opens to his early joy, - -to men
The spirit of true worship, which is more
Than all this sylvan rapture: what a world
Is thine, O Lord!— skies, earth, men, beasts,
and birds!

The poet and the painter have unfurled
Their love and wonder in descriptive words,
Or sprightly hues, each, after his own sort,
Emptying his heart of its delicious hoards;
But all self-conscious blazonry comes short
Of that still sense no active mood affords,
Ere yet the brush is dipt, or uttered phrase
Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent
praise!

CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER.

O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke, O Lord!

The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate, Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian's sword, Even her foes wept to see her fallen state; And heaps her ivory palaces became, Her princes wore the captive's garb of shame, Her temples sank amid the smouldering flame,

For thou didst ride the tempest cloud of fate.

O'er Judah's land thy rainbow, Lord, shall beam,

And the sad city lift her crownless head, And songs shall wake and dancing footsteps gleam

In streets where broods the silence of the

dead.

The sun shall shine on Salem's gilded towers, On Carmel's side our maidens cull the flowers To deck at blushing eve their bridal bowers, And angel feet the glittering Sion tread.

Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand,

And Abraham's children were led forth for

slaves.

"Lobe den Herren, den mächtigen König der Ehren." JOACHIM NEANDER was born at Bremen, in 1640. He became master of the Grammar School at Düsseldorf, and preached to others than his pupils with so much zeal as to provoke opposition. He was obliged to leave the city, and lived for a time in a cave, where he composed some of his hymns. In 1679 he was called to Bremen, and became preacher at St. Martin's Church. He died May 31, 1680. He was the greatest hymn-writer of the German Reformed Church, full of spiritual depth and unction. The following is a very popular hymn, and was a special favorite of Friedrich Wilhelm III., of Prussia.

PRAISE the Almighty, unbounded!

the King of a glory

WILLIAM HENRY HURLBUT, a highly educated and versatile journalist, was born in Charleston, S. C., July 3, 1827. He graduated at Harvard University in 1847, and afterwards studied at Berlin, Rome, and Paris. He travelled extensively. WE will not weep: for God is standing by us, And tears will blind us to the blessed sight: We will not doubt; if darkness still doth try us, Our souls have promise of serenest light.

We will not faint; if heavy burdens bind us, They press no harder than our souls can

bear,

The thorniest way is lying still behind us,
We shall be braver for the past despair.

Oh, not in doubt shall be our journey's ending;
Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last,
All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,
Life shall be with us when the death is
past.

Help us, O Father! when the world is pressing On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend.—

Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing Strengthen our weakness till the joyful end.

WILLIAM HENRY HURLBUT.

PRAISE TO GOD.

PSALM 1XV.

PRAISE, Lord, for thee in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to thy throne repair,
And find, through Christ, salvation there.