ENING.

How beautiful the setting sun!
The clouds how bright and gay!
The stars, appearing one by one,
How beautiful are they!

And when the moon climbs up the sky,
And sheds her gentle light,
And hangs her crystal lamp on high,
How beautiful is night!

And can it be I am possessed
Of something brighter far?
Glows there a light within this breast
Outshining every star?

Yes; should the sun and stars turn pale,
The mountains melt away,
This flame within shall never fail,
But live in endless day.

This is the soul that God has given,--
Sin may its lustre dim;
While goodness bears it up to heaven,
And leads it back to him.

ROBINSON CRUSOE'S HYMN.

My Heavenly Father! all I see,
Around me and above,
Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee,
And speaks thy boundless love.

The clear blue sky is full of thee,
The woods so dark and lone;
The soft south-wind, the sounding sea,
Worship the Holy One.

The humming of the insect throng,
The prattling, sparkling rill,
The birds, with their melodious song,
Repeat thy praises still.

And thou dost hear them every one,--
Father, thou hearest me;
I know that I am not alone,
When I but think of thee.

HYMN.

It was my Heavenly Father's love
Brought every being forth;
He made the shining worlds above,
And every thing on earth.

Each lovely flower, the smallest fly,
The sea, the waterfall,
The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,--
'Tis God that made them all.

He gave me all my friends, and taught
My heart to love them well,
And he bestowed the power of thought,
And speech my thoughts to tell.

My father and my mother dear,--
He is their father too;
He bids me all their precepts hear,
And all they teach me, do.

God sees and hears me all the day,
And 'mid the darkest night;
He views me when I disobey,
And when I act aright.

He guards me with a parent's care,
When I am all alone;
My hymn of praise, my humble prayer,
He hears them every one.

God hears what I am saying now,--
O, what a wondrous thought!
My Heavenly Father, teach me how
To love thee as I ought.

ON PRAYER.

As through the pathless fields of air