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 Worship. 1 Open, Lord, mine inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear The comfort of Thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place, Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of Thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent am I now and still, Will not in Thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of Thy love! 94. C.M. Cowper. Retirement. 1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where sin is waging still Its most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy presence cheer the soul, And grace her mean abode, O, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And,--all harmonious names in one,-- My Father! Thou art mine! 95. C. M. H. M. Williams. Habitual Devotion.