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 serene in heaven!

There fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,
And joys supreme are given :

There rays divine disperse the gloom :
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.

THE UNION OF THE THREE GRACES.

Anonymous.

FAITH, Hope, and Love, now dwell on earth,
And earth by them is blest;

But Faith and Hope must yield to Love,
Of all the graces best.

Hope shall to full fruition rise,

And Faith be sight above;

These are the means, but this the end;
For saints for ever love.

HOPE BEYOND THE GRAVE.

Beattie.

'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;
I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering
with dew.

Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn;
Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save :
But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn ?
O! when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?

'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betray'd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind, My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward to shade,

Destruction before me, and sorrow behind.

"O pity, great Father of light," then I cried, "Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee!

Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride;

From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free."

And darkness and doubt are now flying away,
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn:
So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn.

See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,

And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are

blending,

And Beauty Immortal awakes from the tomb!

RESIGNATION.

Barter.

LORD, it belongs not to my care,

Whether I die or live;

To live and serve Thee is my share,

And this thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad,
That shall have the same to pay?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before;

He that into God's kingdom comes,

Must enter by his door.

Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,

What will thy glory be?

Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary, sinful days;

And join with the triumphant saints,
That sing Jehovah's praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,

And I shall be with Him.

CONTENTMENT.

Cowper.

FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea;

But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee.

In vain by reason, and by rule,
We try to bend the will;

For none but in the Saviour's school
Can learn the heavenly skill.

Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care.

“Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said; "Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd With everlasting pain!