C. Huntingdon.

The life that makes the heart to beat,

The light that from the heavens doth shine,

My daily strength,—the bread I eat,—

All, all, great Lord of Life, are thine.

Then let me seek Thee daily, Lord,

At morn, at noontide, and at even;

And do Thy will, and know Thy word,

That I may be Thy child in heaven!

W. Martin.