90. L. M. Bulfinch.

Voice of God in the Soul.

1 Hath not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,
As if its inmost depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?

2 Hast thou not heard 'mid forest glades,
While ancient rivers murmured by,
A voice from forth the eternal shades,
That spake a present Deity?

3 And as, upon the sacred page,
Thine eye in rapt attention turned
O'er records of a holier age,
Hath not thy heart within thee burned?

4 It was the voice of God that spake
In silence to thy silent heart;
And bade each worthier thought awake,
And every dream of earth depart.

5 Voice of our God, O, yet be near!
In low, sweet accents, whisper peace;
Direct us on our pathway here,
Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease.

91. C. M. Jones Very.

The Light from Within.

1 I saw on earth another light
Than that which lit my eye
Come forth, as from my soul within,
And from a higher sky.

2 Its beams still shone unclouded on,
When in the distant west
The sun I once had known had sunk
Forever to his rest.

3 And on I walked, though dark the night,
Nor rose his orb by day;
As one to whom a surer guide
Was pointing out the way.

4 'Twas brighter far than noonday's beam,
It shone from God within;
And lit, as by a lamp from heaven,
The world's dark track of sin.

92. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Silent Worship.

1 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour
Praises to the Eternal pour?
I will teach thy soul to be
Temple, hymn, and harmony.

2 Sweeter songs than poets sing
Thou shalt for thine offering bring;
Softly murmured hymns, that dwell
In devotion's deepest cell.

3 Know that music's holiest strain
Loves to linger, loves to reign,
In that calm of quiet thought
Which the passions trouble not.

4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour
Praises to the Eternal pour?
Thus thy soul may learn to be
Temple, hymn, and harmony.

93. 7 & 6s. M. Methodist.

Quiet Worshi