IN TIME OF WAR.

TO-DAY IF YE WILL HEAR HIS VOICE!

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UR God! our God! Thou fhineft here;
Thine own this latter day;

To us thy radiant fteps appear;
Here leads thy glorious way !

We shine not only with the light
Thou didst fhed down of yore;
On us thou ftreameft ftrong and bright;
Thy comings are not o'er.

The fathers had not all of thee;
New births are in thy grace;

All open to our souls fhall be
Thy glory's hiding-place.

We gaze on thy outgoings bright,
Down cometh thy full power;
We, the glad bearers of thy light;
This, this thy saving hour!

On us thy spirit haft thou poured;
To us thy word has come;

We feel, we bless, thy quickening, Lord!
Thou shalt not find us dumb.

Thou comeft near; thou ftandeft by;
Our work begins to fhine;

Thou dwelleft with us mightily,

On come the years divine!

OLD AND NEW.

T. H. Gill.

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SOMETIMES gleams upon our fight,
Through present wrong, the Eternal Right!

And step by step, fince time began,

We see the steady gain of man;

That all of good the past hath had
Remains to make our own time glad,
Our common daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.

We lack but open eye and ear
To find the Orient's marvels here,-
The ftill small voice in autumn's hush,
Yon maple wood the burning bush.

For ftill the new transcends the old,
In figns and tokens manifold:

Slaves rise up men; the olive waves
With roots deep set in battle graves.

Through the harsh noises of our day
A low, sweet prelude finds its way;
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear
A light is breaking, calm and clear.

Henceforth my heart shall figh no more
For olden time and holier shore;
God's love and bleffing, then and there,
Are now, and here, and everywhere.

J. G. Whittier.

THE DAY OF THE LORD!

'HE day of the Lord is at hand, at hand,

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The ftorms roll up the sky;

A nation fleeps ftarving on heaps of gold,

All dreamers toss and figh.

When the pain is soreft, the child is born,
And the day is darkest before the morn
Of the day of the Lord at hand.