HYMN OF TRUST.

O LOVE Divine, that stooped to share

Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earth-born care,

We smile at pain while Thou art near!

Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,

No path we shun, no darkness dread,

Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!

When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,

Shall softly tell us, Thou art near!

On Thee we fling our burdening woe,

O Love Divine, forever dear, Content to suffer while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near!

A SUN-DAY HYMN.

LORD of all being! throned afar,

Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near

!

Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.

Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!

Lord of all life, below, above,

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,

Before thy ever-blazing throne

We ask no lustre of our own.

Grant us thy truth to make us free,

And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim

One holy light, one heavenly flame!

A VOICE OF THE LOYAL NORTH.

NATIONAL FAST, JANUARY 4, 1861.

WE sing "Our Country's" song to-night
With saddened voice and eye;

Her banner droops in clouded light
Beneath the wintry sky.

We'll pledge her once in golden wine

Before her stars have set:

Though dim one reddening orb may shine,
We have a Country yet.

"Twere vain to sigh o'er errors past,

The fault of sires or sons;

Our soldier heard the threatening blast,
And spiked his useless guns;

He saw the star-wreathed ensign fall,

By mad invaders torn;

But saw it from the bastioned wall

That laughed their rage to scorn!