THE HEAVENLY REST.

THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above, in heaven.

There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven!

There, Faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all's serene in heaven!

There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,
And joys supreme are giv'n;
There, rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

AMERICAN.

THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS.

A GRAIN of corn an infant's hand
May plant upon an inch of land!
Whence twenty stalks may spring and yield
Enough to plant a little field.

The harvest of that field might then
Be multiplied to ten times ten;

Which, sown thrice more, would furnish bread
Wherewith an army might be fed.

A penny is a little thing

Which e'en the poor man's child may fling

Into the treasury of heaven,

And make it worth as much as seven.

As seven! nay, worth its weight in gold,
And that increased a thousand-fold:
For lo! a penny tract, if well
Applied, may save a soul from hell.

That soul can scarce be saved alone,
It must, it will, its bliss make known;
"Come," it will cry, "and you shall see
What things the Lord hath done for me!"
J. MONTGOMERY.

THE CHRISTIAN.

HONOUR and happiness unite

To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light That fills the remnant of his days!

A kingly character he bears,

No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.

Inferior honours he disdains,

Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of Kings himself maintains The charges of his heavenly birth.

The noblest creature seen below,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
God gives him all he can bestow-
His kingdom of eternal love.

My soul's enraptured at the thought!
Methinks from earth I see him rise!

Angels congratulate his lot,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

COWPER

HEAVENLY DIRECTION.

LORD, when heavenly dews distil
When my hopes are bright and clear,
When I sit on Zion's hill,

Temper joy with holy fear;
Keep me watchful,

Safe alone when Thou art near.

When a tempting world in view
Gains upon my yielding heart,
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then a look of pity dart;
Teach me pleasures

Which the world can ne'er impart. When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, Clear my doubts, allay my fears, Light me through the dreary way; Chase the shadows,

Usher in eternal day.

JANE TAYLOR.

ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP. PARTED friends may meet again When the storms of life are past; And the spirit, freed from pain, Find a friendship that will last. Christian friends again shall meet, From all earthly trials free ; Crowned with mercy, oh how sweet Will eternal friendship be!

THE SOWER.

Matt. xiii. 3, 9.

YE sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground;
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.

The seed that finds a stony soil
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,

Soon withered, scorched, and dead.

The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.

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But when the Lord of grace and
Has blessed the happy field,
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield!

Father of mercies! we have need

Of thy preparing grace;

Let the same hand that gives the seed Provide a fruitful place!

COWPER.