3 Here may he fix his sacred seat, And spread the banner of his love; Till, ripened for a happier state, We meet the family above. 927. L. M. 6l. Methodist Coll. Religion at Home. 1 When quiet in my house I sit Thy book be my companion still; My joy thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heart-felt word be mine. 2 O may the gracious words divine Mingled with all my converse be: So will the Lord his follower join, And walk and talk himself with me; So shall my heart his presence prove And burn with everlasting love. 3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, O, may the reconciling word Sweetly compose my weary breast, While, trusting in my gracious Lord, I sink in peaceful dreams away, And visions of eternal day! 4 Rising to sing my Father's praise, Thee may I publish all day long; And let thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart and fill my tongue; Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above. 928. S. M. Watts. Family Affection from Religious Principles. 1 How pleasing, Lord! to see, How pure is the delight, When mutual love, and love to thee, A family unite! 2 From these celestial springs Such streams of comfort flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow. 3 No bliss can equal theirs, Where such affections meet; While mingled praise and mingled prayers Make their communion sweet. 4 'Tis the same pleasure fills The breast in worlds above; Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. 929. C. M. Taylor's Coll. The Family Altar. 1 Great God! where'er we pitch our tent, Let us an altar raise, And there, with humble frame, present Our sacrifice of praise. 2 To thee we give our health and strength, While health and strength shall last, For future mercies humbly trust, Nor e'er forget the past. 930. C. M. Barry Cornwall. For a Sick Child. 1 Send down thy winged angel; God! Amidst this night so wild, And bid him come where now we watch, And breathe upon our child! 2 It lies upon its pillow, pale, And moans within its sleep, Or wakeneth with a patient smile, And striveth not to weep! 3 How gentle and how good a child It is, we know too well; And dearer to its parents' hearts Than our weak words can tell. 4 We love,--we watch throughout the night, To aid, where need may be; We hope,--and have despaired at times; But now we turn to thee! 5 Send down thy sweet-souled angel, God! Amidst the darkness wild, And bid him soothe our souls to-night, And heal our gentle child!