Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from

every eye.

Whate'er befals his brethren twain, his bliss can

never cease;

Their lot may here be grief and fear, but his is certain peace.

It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever,

But, if our own poor faith fail not, he must be ours for ever.

When we think of what our darling is, and what we still must be :

When we muse on that world's perfect bliss, and this world's misery:

When we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this grief and pain,

Oh! we'd rather lose our other two than have him here again.

PRAYER FOR STRONG FAITH.

Он, for a faith that will not shrink,

Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!

That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief and pain
Will lean upon its God.

A faith that shines more bright and clear,
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.

A faith that keeps the narrow way,
Till life's last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.

Lord, give us such a faith as this,

And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home.

OH! sing again that mournful song,

That song of other times!
The music bears my soul along,
To other dearer climes.

I love its low and broken tone;

The music seems to me

Like the wild wind when singing lone ;

Over a twilight sea.

It may not sound so sweet to you,

To you it cannot bring

The valleys where your childhood grew,
The memories of your spring.

My father's house, my infancy,

Rise present to my mind,
As if I had not crossed the sea,
Or left my youth behind.

I heard it at the evening's close,
Upon my native shore;

It was a favourite song with those
Whom I shall see no more.

How many worldly thoughts and cares

Have melted at the strain !

"Tis fraught with early hopes and prayers; Oh, sing that song again!

"LEAVE ME NOT, NEITHER FORSAKE ME."

ABIDE with me!

Lyte.

Fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day!
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see ;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come, not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind, and good, with healing in thy wings:
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Come, friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!

Thou on my head, in early youth didst smile,
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

I need thy presence every passing hour:
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory ?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold, then, thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows

flee;

In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!

SONG FOR THE WILDERNESS.

A FEW more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those that rest,
Asleep within the tomb.

A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time:

And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.

A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore:

And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.

A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.

A few more Sabbaths here,

Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest,

The eternal Sabbath-day.

'Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign.