Teach me some melodious sonnet, Here I raise my Ebenezer ; Hither, by Thine help, I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Oh, to grace how great a debtor Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; CHRISTMAS HYMN. MIGHTY God, while angels bless Thee, May an infant lisp Thy name? Lord of men, as well as angels, Thou art every creature's theme. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen! Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days, Sounded through the wide creation Be Thy just and lawful praise. For the grandeur of Thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power, Works with skill and kindness wrought. Hallelujah, etc. For Thy providence that governs Through Thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; Blessed be Thy gentle reign. Hallelujah, etc. But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, Brightness of the Father's glory, Did archangels sing Thy coming? From the highest throne in glory, Go, return, immortal Saviour! Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne; Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all Thy own. Hallelujah, etc. ALFRED ROOKER. ALFRED ROOKER is the only son of the late Rev. William Rooker, a minister of the Congre. gational Church. He was born at Tavistock, Devonshire, on the 1st April, 1814. He practises as a solicitor, at Plymouth. Mr. Rooker has written hymns for special occasions, but has not collected his compositions into a volume. OPENING OF SABBATH MORNING SERVICE. (Contributed.) OH be with us, gracious Father, Let the angel of Thy presence Here are hearts that Thou canst soften; From the world's entrancing vision; Let Thy Spirit's glad communion There to join in perfect worship, CLOSE OF SABBATH EVENING SERVICE. (Contributed.) 'Tis gone the sacred day is o'er, And we must leave its rest awhile; So shall this love our spirits raise, Spirit of holiness and power! Spirit of truth and love Divine ! Thy presence cheers this closing hour; Still dwell with us, for we are Thine. For the pure manna of Thy word, And streams of life so richly given; As pilgrims here, we bless Thee Lord, But wait the perfect rest of heaven. Sweet hope! a few more changing days And weary cares our faith shall try; Then for the songs of nobler praise, The ceaseless Sabbath of the sky. HYMN TO THE SAVIOUR. (Contributed.) Isaiah lx. 20. WHEN the sky is overcast, And the cold rain driveth fast; When the soul is bow'd with fear, Jesus, full of mercy, hear! Dreary clouds are hurrying by, See the cross, for light is there; Christian, bravely hope and pray; See, in yonder mountain height,, Brighter still its beams shall shine MRS. ELIZABETH ROWE. ELIZABETH SINGER was born at Ilchester, Somersetshire, on the 11th September, 1674So early as her twelfth year, she composed verses of considerable merit. At the age of twenty-six, she became the wife of Mr. Thomas Rowe, a gentleman of a good family. After five years of wedded life, Mrs. Rowe was left a widow. She now settled at Frome, Somerset. shire, devoting herself to literary pursuits. Her "Letters from the Dead to the Living." obtained wide popularity. She died at Frome, on the 20th February, 1737. Two years after her death, Dr. Watts published her "Devout Exercises of the Heart." The hymns which follow have been transcribed from her "Miscellaneous Works in Prose and Verse," 1756, 2 vols., 8vo, fourth edition. BEGIN THE HIGH CELESTIAL STRAIN. BEGIN the high celestial strain, My ravish'd soul, and sing To heaven's almighty King. Ye purling fountains, as ye roll |