of Thee even in our loftiest language so as to express our ideas of Thy perfection. Heaven is Thy throne, the earth is Thy footstool, and all that heaven and earth contains proceeds from Thy creative hands. Yet immense as is Thy power, and exalted as is Thy habitation. Thou hast respect unto the lowly, and hast graciously promised to raise the poor from the dust, and to set him among princes of Thy people. We are thus emboldened to draw near unto Thee, to acknowledge our dependence upon Thee, and to supplicate those needful blessings essential for our present well being, and conducive to our future happiness. We humbly thank Thee, O Lord, for the blessings of the past night. It is by Thy mercy that we are still continued in existence: Thy power has protected us and preserved us from the assaults of our spiritual enemies: Thy goodness and mercy still continues to provide all things needful for our bodily subsistence. Lord, we give Thee thanks for all Thy fatherly care: we pray Thee that our hearts may be so impressed with Thy goodness, that we may serve Thee in newness of spirit, and walk before Thee in holiness and righteousness until our life'a end. Amen.
Our Father, etc.
THURSDAY EVENING.
0 LORD God Almighty, we desire to thank Thee for another day's blessings. How wonderful is the wiedom which orders, arranges, and disposes all things for the benefit of Thy oreatures! Short-sighted a8 we ure, we too frequently muzmur at those vicissitudes which are the very means of conducing to our health and happiness. In what we call the cheerless season of winter, how many blessings lie concealed; how much is there which lies treasured in the cold of the season requisite to preserve in us the health of the body! And how is the vicissitude of the seasons designed to remind us of those alternations of state, so condncive to the improvement and regeneration of the soul! '* While the earth abideth, spring time and harvest, summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease." Such are the expressions of infinite wisdom in Thy Word, and so are the alternations of state in Thy creatures. Every season ig a season of hope. In our deepest states of suffering, * weeping may endure fora night, but joy cometh in the morning." When that which is cheerless comes upon us, and our souls seem sunk in the gloom of spiritual cold, still there is the everlasting verdure of Thy Word, which brings ta our remembrance consolation and support. " Why art thou esst down. O my soul, aud why art thou diaquicted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet behold Him who ia the light of my life, and my God." Amen. Our Father, ete.
FRIDAY MORNING.
LORD of all power and might! Thou art the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God our Savionr.
We desire to adore Thee this morning, to offer our early sacrifice, the tribute of prayer and praise. We thank Thee for the Book of revelation, a portion of which we have now read, and O how wonderful is its contents, how filled with infinite wisdom, which in these last days Thou
