earnestly to be desired that they were really familiar in our mouths as household words.' For use in families they would of course be shortened. This may be done in the following ways.

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(a) Begin with the Lord's Prayer, (except in the Evening, when the Confession may be said;) omit the Canticles and the first Lesson; after the Third Collect say, in the Morning, only the Prayers For the Clergy and People,' and For all Conditions,' and in the Evening, only the General Thanksgiving;' concluding with 'The grace of our Lord,' &c. This will not take more than a quarter of an hour.

(b) The Daily Services may be still further shortened by saying the Creed only once, either Morning or Evening, and concluding after the Third Collect.

(c) On Wednesdays and Fridays, after the Psalms and Lessons, the Litany might be said instead of the Daily Prayers.

II. On Sundays, and whensoever attendance at the public Service is possible, it is undesirable to have at home a form of Prayer involving repetition in the case of those members of the Household who may be able to go to Church. We may then adopt either of the two latter of the following forms of Daily Prayer for a Household, of which the first is abridged from the Offices prescribed in the ancient English Use of Salisbury for use at morning and night, and the second from those given in the American Book of Common Prayer.

The Hymns, with the one exception of that for Whitsuntide, are taken, with the kind permission of the Editors, from "Hymns Ancient and Modern." They should, if possible, be sung; as they easily may be with the help of the edition of that excellent Hymnal which gives the simple melody for each Hymn in the Treble Part. Otherwise they may be recited in alternate verses by the Reader and those assembled.

HYMNS FOR THE MORNING.

On Sundays.

On this day, the first of days,
GOD the FATHER'S Name we praise;
Who, creation's Fount and Spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.

On this day th' Eternal SON
Over death His triumph won;
On this day the SPIRIT came
With His gifts of living flame.

Oh! that fervent love to-day
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
GOD the Source of life and light.

FATHER, Who didst fashion me
Image of Thyself to be,

Fill me with Thy love divine,
Let my every thought be Thine.

HOLY JESUS, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee;

And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto Thee a sacrifice.

Thou Who dost all gifts impart,
Shine, Sweet SPIRIT, in my heart;
Best of gifts Thyself bestow;
Make me burn Thy love to know.

GOD, the Blessèd THREE in ONE,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thyself to me,
May I give myself to Thee. Amen.

Or this.

AGAIN the LORD's own day is here,
The day to Christian people dear,
As, week by week, it bids them tell
How JESUS rose from death and hell.

For by His flock their LORD declared
His resurrection should be shared;
And they who trust in Him to save;
In Him are risen from the grave.

We, one and all, of Him possest,
Are with exceeding treasures blest;
For all He did, and all He bare,
He gives us as our own to share.

Eternal glory, rest on high,
A blessed immortality,

True peace and gladness, and a throne, Are all His gifts, and all our own.

And therefore unto Thee we sing,
O LORD of Peace, Eternal King;
Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
Both on this day and evermore.

Amen.

On Saints' Days.

How bright those glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

Lo, these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light;

And in the Blood of CHRIST have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.

Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,

And serve the GOD they love amidst
The glories of the sky.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor sun with scorching ray;

GOD is their Sun, Whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day.

The LAMB, Who reigns upon the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

'Mid pastures green He'll lead His flock, Where living streams appear;

And GOD the LORD from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.

TO FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
The GOD Whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore. Amen.

On Fridays.

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell in sweet and mournful strain
How the Crucified, enduring

Grief, and wounds, and dying pain,
Freely of His love was offered,

Sinless was for sinners slain.

Scourged with unrelenting fury

For the sins which we deplore, By His livid stripes He heals us,

Raising us to fall no more; All our bruises gently soothing, Binding up the bleeding sore.

See! His Hands and Feet are fastened,
So He makes His people free:

Not a wound whence Blood is flowing
But a Fount of Grace shall be;
Yea the very nails which nail Him
Nail us also to the Tree.

Through His Heart the spear is piercing,
Though His foes have seen Him die;
Blood and Water thence are streaming

In a tide of mystery,

Water from our guilt to cleanse us,
Blood to win us crowns on high.

JESU, may those precious Fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford;
Let them be our Cup and Healing,

And at length our full Reward;
So a ransomed world shall ever

Praise Thee, its Redeeming LORD. Amen.