1 Millions within thy courts have been; Millions this day have bent the knee; But thou, soul-searching God! hast seen The hearts of all that worshipped thee. 2 From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still, where evening stretched her shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs. 3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To those in trouble thou wert nigh; Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 4 Yet one prayer more;--and be it one, In which both heaven and earth accord: Fulfil thy promise to thy Son; Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord! 100. L. M. Moravian. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Thy name be hallowed evermore; O God! thy kingdom come with power! Thy will be done, and day by day, Give us our daily bread, we pray: 2 Lord! evermore to us be given The living bread that came from heaven: Water of life on us bestow, Thou art the Source, the Fountain thou. CHARACTER, ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 101. L. M. Mrs. Steele. Being of God. 1 There is a God--all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies: See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When first the beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak attempts of art; Their bright, inimitable dyes Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of a God; Come, bow before him, and adore. 102. S. M. Mrs. Steele. God our Father. 1 My Father! cheering name! O, may I call thee mine? Give me the humble hope to claim A portion so divine. 2 Whate'er thy will denies, I calmly would resign; For thou art just, and good, and wise: O, bend my will to thine! 3 Whate'er thy will ordains, O give me strength to bear Still let me know a father reigns, And trust a father's care. 4 Thy ways are little known To my weak, erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all thy ways are right. 5 My Father!--blissful name! Above expression dear! If thou accept my humble claim, I bid adieu to fear. 103. L. M. Bryant. The Paternal Love of God. 1 Father! to thy kind love we owe All that is fair and good below; Bestower of the health that lies On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes! 2 Giver of sunshine and of rain! Ripener of fruits on hill and plain! Fountain of light, that, rayed afar, Fills the vast urns of sun and star!