up with him to the battle, although the enemies he has to encounter, are far more formidable than ever were Jabin and his host to the Israelites. He has a Leader, who, having, by his single arm, spoiled principalities and powers, and for ever vanquished death and hell, has conferred strength upon His followers which shall make them, through Him, more than

conquerors.

The song of Deborah, which forms the first Lesson for the Evening, is one not only of the finest pieces of Hebrew poetry, but is not excelled by the most celebrated hymns in any other language.

JUDGES V. 17.

Gilead abode beyond Jordan, and why did Dan remain in ships?

HARK! 'tis your country's call, ye brave!
Sound the alarm throughout the land;

Shout as your banners wide ye wave!
"God arms the patriot's hand."

Weep not, faint heart, to leave each tie,
Thy country's sacred right art thou;
Dash the fond tear drops from thine eye,
And calm thy troubled brow.

Thy gentle flocks, thy yellow fields,
To feebler hands than thine consign;
Thine be the harvest battle yields-
The grave of glory thine.

The love of country is no name,
No poet's fond and idle dream;
"Tis wisdom's boast, 'tis glory's claim,
And history's proudest theme.

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Who lukewarm views his native soil,
Nor bears in her defence a part;
Who slights the sacred ties that coil
Around the patriot's heart :-

Who loves not more than life the sod
Where sleep the ashes of his sires;
Whom not the temple of his God
With holy ardour fires :-

Is manhood's shame, is foul disgrace,
Unworthy both of life and light;—
Traitor! go veil thy conscious face,
Hide thee in darkest night.

The Lord our God is Lord of Hosts,

A man of war, a victor king;

And angel captains know their posts,
Nor rest on idle wing.

And did not He who saved the world
Weep o'er the guilty city's woe;
Weep o'er the vengeance to be hurled,

Though soon his blood should flow.

Will

ye

then turn unwilling ear,

Nor aid your country's righteous cause ?
Forbid it all to honour dear,

To virtue's holy laws.

"Great searchings of the heart," oh! ne'er
For your divisions then be known;
Such as despise their country's prayer,
Their country shall disown.

While they who rests in glory's grave
Shall live in never-dying fame;

A nation's tears shall mourn the brave,
And hist'ry guard their name.

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

Morning Lesson, 1 Sam. ii.

Evening Lesson, 1 Sam. iii.

Epistle, 1 St. Peter v. 5.
Gospel, St. Luke xv. 1.

COLLECT.

O LORD, we beseech Thee mercifully to hear us; and grant that we, to whom Thou hast given an hearty desire to pray, may by Thy mighty aid be defended and comforted in all dangers and adversities; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

It were a sad mockery to utter the words of the Collect for this Sunday without a corresponding feeling; but we ourselves are to blame, and not the Church, if, while supposing us to have profited by her instructions, she supplies us with suitable expressions of prayer, we have neglected that culture of the heart, and that government of our passions which are alone compatible with "a hearty desire to pray." Charitably, however, assuming that such has not been the case, and that in truth and sincerity we desire to address ourselves to God, she instructs us to beseech him that he would defend and comfort us in all dangers and adversities, well knowing that the Christian course is ever one of difficulty and peril; and that the disciple must not hope to escape