Dread shadows of the Eternal Throne,
The Fount of life, and Altar stone
Pavement, and them that tread thereon,
And those who worship nigh.

But lest he should his own forget,
Who in the vale were struggling yet,
A sadder vision came;
Announcing all that guilty deed
Of idol rite, that in her need

He for the Church might intercede,

And stay Heaven's rising flame.

First Lesson. Morning.

So He said, He would have destroyed them, had not Moses His chosen stood before Him in the gap: to turn away His wrathful indignation, lest He should destroy them.

PSALM Cvi. 23.

But I must die in this land, I must not go over Jordan: but ye shall go over, and possess that good land. Take heed unto yourselves, lest ye forget the covenant of the Lord your God.

DEUT. iv. 22, 23.

MOSES, the patriot fierce, became
The meekest man on earth,

To shew us how love's quickening flame
Can give our souls new birth.

Moses, the man of meekest heart,
Lost Canaan by self-will,

To shew, where grace has done its part,
How sin defiles us still.

Thou, who hast taught me in Thy fear,
Yet seest me frail at best,
O grant me loss with Moses here,

To gain his future rest!

First Lesson. Morning.

Because they provoked his spirit: so that he spake unad

visedly with his lips.

PSALM Cvi. 33.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

PSALM Xxiii. 4.

ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,

The budding fig-tree droop and die,
No oil the olive yield;

Yet will I trust still in my God,
Still bend rejoicing to His rod,

And by His grace be heal'd.

Though fields in verdure once array'd
By whirlwinds, desolate be laid,
Or parch'd by scorching beam;
Still on the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy! for though His power is just,
His mercy is extreme.

Although the flocks be famine's prey,
Though herds should pine and die away,
A dreary waste, the land;

Yet in my God will I rejoice,

To Him in praise will lift my voice,

In Him alone I stand.

In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,
Nay, triumph in His love:

My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet,

Free as the hind He makes, and fleet,
To speed my course above.

Gospel.

In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer;

I have overcome the world.

JOHN XVI. 33.

BLEST Saviour, now Thy work is done,
O'er death and hell the victory;

And Thou, ascended to put on

The glories of eternity.

Now borne upon a glittering cloud,

Thou seest afar earth's little bound,

While following, flock a happy crowd,

Their Saviour and their King around.