SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

No. III.

R. H.

WHEN on her Maker's bosom
The new-born earth was laid,
And Nature's opening blossom
Its fairest bloom display'd;

When all with fruit and flowers
The laughing soil was drest,
And Eden's fragrant bowers
Receiv'd their human guest;

No sin his face defiling

The Heir of Nature stood,
And God, benignly smiling,
Beheld that all was good!

Yet, in that hour of blessing,
A single want was known;
A wish the heart distressing;
For Adam was alone!

Oh God of pure affection!
By men and saints adored,
Who gavest Thy protection
To Cana's nuptial board,

May such Thy bounties ever

To wedded love be shown,

And no rude hand dissever

Whom Thou hast link'd in one!

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

R. H.

LORD! whose love, in power excelling,
Wash'd the leper's stain away,
Jesus! from Thy heavenly dwelling,
Hear us, help us, when we pray!

From the filth of vice and folly,
From infuriate passion's rage,
Evil thoughts and hopes unholy,
Heedless youth and selfish age;

From the lusts whose deep pollutions
Adam's ancient taint disclose,
From the Tempter's dark intrusions,
Restless doubt and blind repose;

From the miser's cursed treasure,
From the drunkard's jest obscene,
From the world, its pomp and pleasure,
Jesus! Master! make us clean!

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

No. I.

H. H. M.

LORD! Thou didst arise and say
To the troubled waters" peace,"
And the tempest died away.

Down they sank, the foamy seas;
And a calm and heaving sleep
Spread o'er all the glassy deep,
All the azure lake serene
Like another heaven was seen!

Lord! Thy gracious word repeat
To the billows of the proud!

Quell the tyrant's martial heat,

Quell the fierce and changing crowd!

Then the earth shall find repose
From its restless strife and woes;
And an imaged Heaven appear
On our world of darkness here!

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

No. II.

FROM PSALM LXXXIX.

WITH reverence let the just appear
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands attentive hear,
And tremble at His word.

Thy words, oh God! the wind control
And rule the boisterous deep :
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

Justice and judgement are Thy throne,

Yet wondrous is Thy grace:
And truth and mercy, join'd in one,

Go forth before Thy face!

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

No. III.

FROM PSALM XCIII,

WITH glory clad, with might array'd,
The Lord that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

The swelling floods in tumult rise,
Aloud the angry tempests roar,
They lift their surges to the skies,

And foam and lash the sounding shore.

The Lord, the mighty God from high,
Controls the wild and wintry seas;
He gives the word, their murmurs die,
And down they sink in silent peace!

Oh Saviour! make Thy servants pure,
And calm our souls that proudly swell
For all Thy laws are fix'd and sure,

And peace becomes Thy temple well.