THY WILL BE DONE.

Ir is a short and simple prayer,
But 'tis the Christian's stay,
Through every varied scene of care,
Until his dying day.

As through the wilderness of life
Calmly he wanders on,

His prayer

in every

time of strife

Is still, "Thy will be done!"

When in his happy infant years He treads 'midst thornless flowers; his smiles and tears;

When pass away

Like April suns and showers:

Then, kneeling by his parents' hearth,

Play-tired, at set of sun,

What is the prayer his heart

pours

forth?

"Father, thy will be done."

When the bright summer sky of time,
Cloudless is o'er him spread;
When love's bright wreath is in its prime,
With not one blossom dead :
Whilst o'er his hopes, and prospects fair,
No mist of woe hath gone;

Still, he repeats his first-taught prayer"Father, thy will be done."

But when his sun no longer beams
And love's sweet flowers decay;
When all hope's rainbow-coloured dreams
Are sadly swept away;

As flowers bent beneath the storm
Still fragrantly breathe on ;

So when dark clouds life's heaven deform,
He prays, "Thy will be done!"

And when the winter of his age
Sheds o'er his locks its snows;
When he can feel his pilgrimage
Fast drawing to a close:

Then, as he finds his strength decline,
This is his prayer alone :

"To Thee my spirit I resign

Father! thy will be done!"

MARY ANN BROWN.

LIVE WHILE YOU LIVE.

"LIVE while you live," the thoughtless man will

say,

"And seize the pleasures of the present day;" "Live while you live," the sacred preacher cries, "And give to God each moment as it flies." Lord! in my view let both united be, I live to pleasure while I live to Thee.

DODDRIDGE.

THE RIGHTEOUS BLESSED IN DEATH.

How bless'd the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

So fades a summer cloud away,

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er,
So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.

A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys:
Nothing disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"How bless'd the righteous when he dies."
MRS. BARBAuld.

AN EVENING PRAYER.

LORD of my life, whose tender care
Hath led me on till now,
Here lowly at the hour of prayer,
Before thy throne I bow;

I bless thy gracious hand, and pray
Forgiveness for another day.

Humbly, O Lord, I come to Thee,
Sinful before Thee fall;
My Saviour's blood my only plea,
My life, my hope, my all;
Clothe me in the Redeemer's dress,
His spotless robe of righteousness.

I pray thy grace my wayward heart,
From this vain world to free:
The riches of thy love impart

To live alone to Thee;

Take me and claim me for thine ownO make me thine, and thine alone.

O may I daily, hourly strive

In heavenly grace to grow!

To Thee and to thy glory live—
Dead to all else below:

Tread in the path my Saviour trod,

Though thorny, yet the path to God.

With prayer, my humble praise I bring,
For mercies day by day:

Lord, teach my heart thy love to sing

Instruct me how to pray.

All that I have, or am, to Thee
I offer through eternity.

Thou, blessed God, hast been my guide,
My guardian and my friend;

Oh! still through life's ne'er ceasing tide
Preserve me to the end:

And when my earthly journey's past,
Receive me to Thyself at last.

In my Redeemer's name, for all
These blessings I implore;
Prostrate, O Lord, before Thee fall,
And gratefully adore:

Look from thy throne above the skies,
And bless my evening sacrifice.

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

-but not to claim

SOLDIER, go-b

Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure, Not to build a vaunting name,

Not to dwell in tents of pleasure.

Dream not that the way is smooth,

Hope not that the thorns are roses;