But he that misses me, the goal, ISIDORE MYERS. Habakkuk's Prayer Habakkuk iii: 17-18. YET though the fig-tree should no burden bear, Forever praise. Thy name; Forever Thee proclaim The everlasting God, the mighty King of kings. WILLIAM BROOME. Trust Habakkuk, iii: 17-18. THOUGH bare of bloom the broad-leafed fig And vines no luscious clusters show, And toil that sinewed arms bestow! On olive erst with berries big Shall fail, and fields shall yield no meat, Nor herds more in the stables low, Nor woolly flocks in fold shall bleat, I yet with joy the Lord shall greet, With song my Strength and Saviour praise, M. M. Trustfulness Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and rely not on thine own understanding.-Prov. iii: 5. THOU, God, the only God, ́ Father of all! Thou gladly, hearest us If we but call. When sin controls with power, Oft we forget Thy love, O God most kind! Thou Master of all worlds, Of all adored! Aid us to do Thy will, Eternal Lord! Let not Thy love depart, Where'er Thou leadest us, Humbly we follow Thee, To do or die. Should'st Thou our path make bright, Should'st Thou afflict with blight, Yet both by day and night We trust in Thee. J. LEONARD LEVY. Watchman! What of the Night? THE 'HE burden of Dumah. Silence. What of the night? I hear the Watchman crying through the dark. Thy Mercy seat, wilt Thou, O God of Light Yields to the fir. No more from us withhold Our bones, O Lord, are vexed, our eyes wax old With longing for that Messianic morn. JAMES MEW. Come Not, O Lord 'OME not, O Lord, in the dread robe of splendor Thou worest on the Mount, in the day of Thine ire; Come veiled in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender, Which Mercy flings over Thy features of fire. Lord, Thou rememberest the night, when Thy nation. So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee, From us, in Thy mercy, the dark side remove; While shrouded in terror the guilty behold Thee, Oh, turn upon us the mild light of Thy love! THOMAS MOORE. Think on God A FRAGMENT "Can a maid forget her ornaments or a bride her attire? Yet my people have forgotten me days without number."-Jeremiah ii, 32. FORGET Thee, oh my God! and ca. this be? Speak of thy Maker! Speak thou glorious sun Oh! exquisite and clear Were those soft words upon my listening ear; "Fond heart rejoice, For we forget not God; there is no hour When we could live without His love-His power." The faintest breath of wind which seemed to bring Your Maker is your life, your soul's delight. R. E. S. THOU Job's Confession HOU canst accomplish all things, Lord of might; But O, Thy ways are wonderful, and lie EDWARD YOUNG. | Dying Shall Man Live Again? IN dying, will the parting breath Renew our life, is there no death? Ask of the stars that nightly gleam- |