From all lusts, depraved and fleshly,
Set our struggling spirits free,
Strike the rock,-and gushing freshly
All our springs be found in Thee.

Thee-by Whom we Heaven inherit,
We for Thee the world forsake,
Call'd by the Almighty Spirit,
And received for Jesus' sake.

LIX.

"Know ye not that your bodies are the members of Christ?" -1 Cor. vi. 15.

M

EMBERS of Christ, children of God,

Inheritors of Heaven,

What titles, what a bright abode,

Mercy to man hath given !

Great God,-how grateful we should be

For all that Thou hast done,

To make poor sinners one with Thee

Thro' the Eternal Son!

What Love but Thine would e'er have thought

That only Son to give,

What blood but His could e'er have bought

The right for souls to live?

What Pow'r but Thine own gentle grace

Could break a heart of sin,

And then into so vile a place

Would stoop to enter in?

Father, Thy Spirit and Thy blood
Shall not in vain be given,
Members of Christ, children of God,
We'll learn to live for Heaven.

LX.

"Be thou an example of the believers."-1 Tim. iv. 12.

BELIEVERS,-this the glorious Name

Which we are bound to bear,

For which we scorn reproach and shame,
And death itself would dare.

Believers in the Word of God,
And in His Only Son,
Believers in His precious blood,
And in the Heaven it won.

Believers-once depraved and lost,
But now by grace restored,
Believers in the Holy Ghost

That leads us to the Lord.

Believers-therefore heirs of life,
Believers-therefore blest,
Believers-therefore in the strife
Of worlds secure of rest.

Believers-this the glorious Name
Jesus Thy love hath given,
Oh may we keep it free from shame
Until we enter Heaven!

LXI.

"It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn Thy statutes.”—Ps. cxix. 71.

'VE seen a shepherd following his flock

I'VE

Weary and faint, from flow'ry rock to rock, And sigh'd to think that while his charge were blest He only wanted time for food and rest.

I therefore mourn not when some change doth lay
The shepherd's gear, and shepherd's crook aside,
And as a sheep I 'mid green pastures stray,
And rest, and drink where stilly waters glide:
And hear the message I've so often taught,
And learn experience of too wand'ring thought,
And feel the need of being what I ought
To be a humble worshipper—no more—
And yet what higher could be ?—bent before
The Throne of the Redeemer I adore!

LXII.

"There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.". Prov. xviii. 24.

RIEND of the friendless and the lone,

FRI

Whose love makes all our cares Thine own,

Be with us in our hour of fear

And make us feel that Thou art near.

Our griefs without Thee, Lord, would be
The height-the depth of misery,
While by Thy Spirit blest they prove

But clouds, whose dews are peace and love.
Lord, I would rather weep to feel
Thy blessed influence o'er me steal,
Than share the brightest earthly lot,
Where Thou, my Saviour God, art not.
For O! without Thee, what the smiles
With which a treach'rous world beguiles?
While with Thee-tears, and loss, and pain,
Touch'd by Thy grace are turn'd to gain.

LXIII.

"The evening sacrifice."-Ps. cxli. 2.

HUSH! 'tis the hour of rest,

The stilly hour, when we

Toil-worn-care-oppress'd

Lord! lift our hearts to Thee;

Tho' darkness round us lies,
Bright watch Thine angels keep;
Tho' slumber seal our eyes,
Thine never sleep!

O blessed Saviour, take us
Beneath Thy shelt'ring wing,
With morning to awake us
Thy welcome praise to sing;
That at the hour of rest,-

As thro' day's toil and care,-
Praise may uplift each breast
Whose breath is prayer!

LXIV.

"The day goeth away, for the shadows of the evening are stretched out."-Jer. vi. 4.

S

WEET summer day,-how calm, how bright,
How beautiful art thou,

Mirth waits around thy path of light,

And sunshine gilds thy brow:

The fairest flowers earth bestows

Are blooming at thy feet,

The gentlest-youngest breeze that blows
Sighs round thee soft and sweet.

The soul-refresh'd and gladden'd-soars
Exultingly above!

And, lost in ecstasy,—adores

God in His works of love;