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The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine i
The soil where first they trod!
Freedom to worship God.—Mrs. Hemans.
LESS. XCIX. A BIRD'S NEST.
It wins my admiration
LESS. C.—MORNING HYMN.
Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
New every morning is the love
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course our mind
The trivial round, the common task,
Seek we no more: content with these,
Only, 0 Lord, in Thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.—Keble.
LESS. CI. EVENING HYMN.
'Tis gone, that bright and orb6d blaze,
In darkness and in weariness
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
When round Thy wondrous works below
When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
Abide with me from mom to eve,
If some poor wandering child of Thine
Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
Come near, and bless us when we wake,