ALL SAINTS' DAY.

Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the

servants of our God in their foreheads. Revelations vii. 3.

WHY blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind,

Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resign'd,

The fading chaplet of the year?

Yet wears the pure aerial sky
Her summer veil, half drawn on high,
Of silvery haze, and dark and still
The shadows sleep on every slanting hill.

How quiet shows the woodland scene!
Each flower and tree, its duty done,
Reposing in decay serene,

Like weary men when age is won,
Such calm old age as conscience pure
And self-commanding hearts ensure,
Waiting their summons to the sky,
Content to live, but not afraid to die.

Sure if our eyes were purg'd to trace

God's unseen armies hovering round, We should behold by angels' grace

The four strong winds of Heaven fast bound, Their downward sweep a moment staid

On ocean cove and forest glade,

Till the last flower of autumn shed Her funeral odours on her dying bed.

So in thine awful armoury, Lord,
The lightnings of the judgment day
Pause yet awhile, in mercy stor❜d,

Till willing hearts wear quite away
Their earthly stains; and spotless shine
On every brow in light divine

The Cross by angel hands impress'd,

The seal of glory won and pledge of promis'd rest.

Little they dream, those haughty souls
Whom empires own with bended knee,
What lowly fate their own controuls,

Together link'd by Heaven's decree ;-
As bloodhounds hush their baying wild
To wanton with some fearless child,

So Famine waits, and War with greedy eyes, Till some repenting heart be ready for the skies.

Think ye the spires that glow so bright
In front of yonder setting sun,
Stand by their own unshaken might?

No-where th' upholding grace is won,

We dare not ask, nor Heaven would tell,

But sure from many a hidden dell,

From many a rural nook unthought of there, Rises for that proud world the saints' prevailing prayer.

On champions blest, in Jesus' name,

Short be your strife, your triumph full,
Till every heart have caught your flame,
And lighten'd of the world's misrule
Ye soar those elder saints to meet,

Gather'd long since at Jesus' feet,

No world of passions to destroy,

Your prayers and struggles o'er, your task all praise and

joy.

HOLY COMMUNION.

O GOD of Mercy, God of Might,
How should pale sinners bear the sight,
If, as Thy power is surely here,
Thine open glory should appear?

For now Thy people are allow'd
To scale the mount and pierce the cloud,
And Faith may feed her eager view
With wonders Sinai never knew.

Fresh from th' atoning sacrifice
The world's Creator bleeding lies,
That man, his foe, by whom He bled,
May take Him for his daily bread.

O agony of wavering thought

When sinners first so near are brought!

"It is my Maker-dare I stay?

Thus while the storm is high within
"Twixt love of Christ and fear of sin,
Who can express the soothing charm,
To feel thy kind upholding arm,

My mother Church? and hear thee tell
Of a world lost, yet lov'd so well,
That He, by whom the angels live,

His only Son for her would give ".

And doubt we yet? thou call'st again;

A lower still, a sweeter strain;

A yoice from Mercy's inmost shrine,
The very breath of Love divine.

Whispering it says to each apart,
"Come unto me, thou trembling heart';"
And we must hope, so sweet the tone,

The precious words are all our own.

h" God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son." See the Sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession.

i Come unto me, all ye that travail, and are heavy laden, and I will refresh you.