reast in worlds above;
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love.

929. C. M. Taylor's Coll.

The Family Altar.

1 Great God! where'er we pitch our tent,
Let us an altar raise,
And there, with humble frame, present
Our sacrifice of praise.

2 To thee we give our health and strength,
While health and strength shall last,
For future mercies humbly trust,
Nor e'er forget the past.

930. C. M. Barry Cornwall.

For a Sick Child.

1 Send down thy winged angel; God!
Amidst this night so wild,
And bid him come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!

2 It lies upon its pillow, pale,
And moans within its sleep,
Or wakeneth with a patient smile,
And striveth not to weep!

3 How gentle and how good a child
It is, we know too well;
And dearer to its parents' hearts
Than our weak words can tell.

4 We love,--we watch throughout the night,
To aid, where need may be;
We hope,--and have despaired at times;
But now we turn to thee!

5 Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child!

931. C. M. Heber.

In Times of Domestic Distress.

1 O God, that madest earth and sky!
The darkness and the day!
Give ear to this thy family,
And help us when we pray!
For wide the waves of bitterness
Around our vessel roar,
And heavy grows the pilot's heart
To view the rocky shore!

2 The cross our Master bore for us,
For him we fain would bear,
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair!
Then mercy on our failings, Lord!
Our sinking faith renew!
And when thy sorrows visit us,
O send thy patience too.

932. C. M. Doddridge.

Sickness and Recovery.

1 My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain,
When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 I calmly bowed my fainting head
On thy dear, faithful breast,
And waited for my Father's call