And flowers of grace in freshness start
Where once the weeds of error grew.

4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.

485. 10 & 6s. M. Anonymous.

The Sabbath.

1 Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled
Of man's unquiet care;
A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,
Breathes through the silent air.

2 O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,
In night of woe and sin,
But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powers
Upon the world within.

3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,
Of wrath and pride and care;
Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,
And bid it settle there.

4 Banish this craving self that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be;
Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee!

5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small
To live as in Thine eye;
Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;--
Thou who to all art nigh!

486. L. M. Alford.

The Seed of the Word.

1 O Thou, at whose divine command
Good seed is sown in every land,
Thy holy spirit now impart,
And for Thy word prepare each heart!

2 Not 'mid the thorns of worldly thought,
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,
Nor lacking depth the root to feed,
May we receive Thy spirit's seed;

3 But may it, where Thy sowers toil,
Fall in a good and honest soil;
And springing up from firmest root,
Through patience, bear abundant fruit.

487. L. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Gate of Heaven.

1 Our Father God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with Thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells Thy secret Majesty.
Yet whereso'er our spirits bend
In rev'rent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find Thy spirit there.

2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may despondin