When I fhall launch to worlds unseen,
O may I then be found in him,
Dreft in his righteousnefs alone,
Faultlefs to ftand before the throne.

On Chrift the solid rock I ftand,

All other ground is finking sand.

Rees.

JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY.

W

ATCHER, who wakeft by the bed of pain,

While stars sweep on with their midnight train,

Stifling the tear for thy loved one's sake,

Holding thy breath left his fleep should break,
In thy loneliest hour there's a helper nigh,
"Jesus of Nazareth paffeth by."

Stranger, afar from thy native land,

Whom no man takes with a brother's hand,
Table and hearthstones are glowing free,
Casements are sparkling, but not for thee,
There is one can tell of a home on high,
“Jesus of Nazareth paffeth by."

Sad one, in secret bending low,

A dart in thy heart, that the world may not know,
Wrestling the favor of God to win,

The seal of pardon for days of fin,

Prefs on, prefs on, with thy prayerful cry,
Jesus of Nazareth paffeth by."

Mourner, who fitteth in church-yard lone,
Scanning the lines on that marble ftone,
Plucking the weeds from thy childrens' bed,
Planting the myrtle and rose instead,
Look up from the tomb with thy tearful eye,
"Jesus of Nazareth paffeth by."

Fading one, with the hectic streak,

In thy vein of fire and thy wasted cheek,
Fear'st thou the fhade of the darkened vale,
Look to the guide who can never fail,

He hath trod it Himself, He will hear thy cry, "Jesus of Nazareth paffeth by."

CHRIST.

JEsuri am weary and oppreft,
ESUS, my Saviour, look on me,

JEST

For I

I come to caft my soul on thee,

Thou art my reft.

Look down on me, for I am weak
I feel the toilsome journey's length;

Thine aid omnipotent I seek;
Thou art my strength.

I am bewilder'd on my way;
Dark and tempeftuous is the night;
O fhed thou forth some cheering ray;
Thou art my light.

Why feel I desolate and lone?

Thy praises fhould my thoughts employ;
Thy presence can pour gladness down;
Thou art my joy.

Thou haft on me so much bestow'd,

Surely I may relinquish health;

Thou 'ft made me rich, yea, rich towards God; Thou art my wealth.

I hear the ftorms around me rise,

But, when I dread the impending shock,

My spirit to her refuge flies;

Thou art my rock.

When the accuser flings his darts,
I look to thee my terrors cease;
Thy crofs a hiding-place imparts;

Thou art my peace.

Vain is all human help for me,
I dare not trust an earthly prop;

My sole reliance is on thee;

Thou art my hope.

Full many a conflict must be fought!
But fhall I perifh? fhall I yield?
Is that bright motto given for nought,
Thou art my fhield?

Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
In that tremendous, latest ftrife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to fink;
Thou art my life.

Thou wilt my every want supply
E'en to the end, whate'er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,

Thou art MY ALL.

Macduff.

CHRIST'S INVITATION.

ITH tearful eyes I look around;

WIT

Life seems a dark and ftormy sea;

Yet midft the gloom I hear a sound,

Oh! to the weary, faint, oppreft,

How sweet the bidding "Come to me!"

When the poor heart with anguish learns
That earthly props refigned must be,
And from each broken ciftern turns,
It hears the accents, "Come to me.”

When against fin I strive in vain,
And cannot from its yoke get free,
Sinking beneath the heavy chain,
The words arreft me "Come to me."

When nature fhudders, loath to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see;

When a faint chill fteals o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters "Come to me.'

"Come, for all else must fail and die
Earth is no refting-place for thee:
Heavenward direct the weeping eye;
I am thy portion "Come to me.'

O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In death's laft fearful agony;

Support me cheer me- from above,

And gently whisper-"Come to me."