With us when we toil in sadness,

Sowing much and reaping none, Telling us that in the future

Golden harvests shall be won;

With us when the storm is sweeping
O'er our pathway dark and drear;
Waking hope within our bosoms,
Stilling every anxious fear;

With us in the lonely valley,

When we cross the chilling stream,

Lighting up the steps to glory

With salvation's radiant beam.

Nevin.

The Sure Refuge.

IKE Noah's weary dove,

That soared the earth around,

But not a resting-place above
The cheerless waters found;

O cease my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam;

All the wide world to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.

There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,

And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

And, when the waves of ire
Again the earth shall fill,

The Ark shall ride the sea of fire;

Then rest on Sion's hill.

Muhlenburg.

S

The Living Temple.

TRANGERS no more we wildly rove
Without a blessing from above,

On passion's stormy sea;

But with the followers of the Lamb
We live to praise His holy name,

To all eternity.

Upon a sure foundation laid,
Jesus, himself the corner's head,
The building grows on high;
No storms can shake, no billows sweep
Its firm foundations to the deep;
'Tis guarded by the sky.

O may

we each through faith prepare

In that resplendent pile to share,

Each be a living stone;

Our God shall there for ever dwell,

And bliss and light ineffable

Eternal ages crown!

J. W. Eastburn.

Why stand ye here all the Day idle?

HAT can I do the cause of God to aid?
Can powers so weak as mine

Forward the great design?

Not by young hands are mighty efforts made.

Not mighty efforts, but a willing mind,
Not strong, but ready hands

The vineyard's Lord demands ;

For every age fit labour he will find.

Come, then, in childhood to the vineyard's gate : E'en you can dress the roots,

And train the tender shoots,

Then why in sloth and sin contented wait?

To move the hardened soil, to bend and lift
The fallen branch, to tread

The wine-press full and red,

These need a stronger arm, a nobler gift.

But all can aid the work. The little child
May gather up some weed,

Or drop some fertile seed,

Or strew with flowers the path which else were

dark and wild.

Joseph H. Clinch.

The Joy unknown in Heaven.

T

REMBLING, before thine awful throne,
O Lord, in dust my sins I own:
Justice and mercy for my life

Contend; oh, smile, and heal the strife!

The Saviour smiles! upon my soul
New tides of hope tumultuous roll:
His voice proclaims my pardon found;
Seraphic transport wings the sound!

Earth has a joy unknown in heaven,
The new-born peace of sins forgiven:
Tears of such pure and rich delight,
Ye angels! never dimned your sight.

Ye know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings;
Loud in your song, the heavenly plain
Is shaken by your choral strain ;

But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge will be mine;
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear!

James A. Hillhouse

H

Providence.

E sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!