OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD.

THOU by long experience tried,

Near whom no grief can long abide;

My Lord, how full of sweet content,
I pass my years of banishment.

All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impreffed with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee,-
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time,
My country is in every clime:

I can be calm and free from care
On any fhore, fince God is there.

While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

Could I be caft where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful thought:
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

Madame Guyon.

GOD WITH ME.

"When thou passeft through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither fhall the flame kindle upon thee."— Isa. 43: 2.

Y God with me in every place!

MY

Firmly does the promise ftand,
On land or sea, with present grace
Still to aid us near at hand.

If you afk, "Who is with thee ? ”

No depth, nor prison, nor the grave,
Can exclude him from his own;
His cheering presence ftill I have,
If in crowds or all alone.
In whatever ftate I be,
Everywhere is God with me!

My God for me! I dare to say -
God the portion of my soul!
Nor need I tremble in dismay
When around me troubles roll.
If you ask, "What comforts thee?"
It is this God is for me!

In life, in death, with God so near,
Every battle I fhall win,

Shall boldly prefs through dangers here,
Triumph over every fin!

"What!

"" you say, "a victor be?"

No, not I, but God in me!

C. F. Zeller.

SONNET.

7ITHOUT the smile of God upon the soul,

WITH

We see not, and the world has lost its light; For us there is no quiet in the night, No beauty in the ftars. The saffron stole Of morning, or the pomp of evening's goal, That celebrates Day's marriage with the Sea, Blue diftance, filver lake, hill, glen, and tree, Are sealed unto the spirit like a scroll Writ in a perished language. But a ray

Upon this darknefs suddenly may dart,

And Chrift's dear love be poured into the heart,

To clothe Creation in a robe of day.

Then doth the morning cheer, the night hath calm,

And fkies a glory, and the dews a balm.

Townsend.

TH

HYMN OF A HERMIT.

HOU, Lord, who rear'st the mountains' height,
And mak'ft the cliff with sunshine bright,

Oh grant that I may own thy hand,

No less in every grain of sand!

With forefts huge of dateless time,
Thy will hath hung each peak sublime;
But withered leaves beneath a tree
Have tongues that tell as loud of Thee.

While clouds to clouds through ages call,
Thou pour'ft the thundering waterfall;
But every filent drop of dew

Reflects thy ordered world to view.

In all the immense, the strange, the old,
Thy presence careless men behold;
In all the little, weak, and mean,
By faith be thou as clearly seen.

Teach, Thou! that not a leaf can grow
Till life from thee within it flow;
That not a speck of duft can be,
O Fount of Being! save by thee.

Instruct my soul, by fhows diftraught,
Too vaft and loud for peaceful thought,
That every quiet mote and gleam
With Thee, to mufing spirits, beam.

Inspire me, Thou, in every glance
Of all our dreams confuse as chance,
In every change of mortal things,
To see a power from thee that springs.

In every human word and deed,
Each flash of feeling, will, or creed,
To know a plan ordained above,
Begun and ending all in love.

So smalleft bubbles here on earth
With me fhall claim a heavenly birth,
And each faint atom paffing by
Seem bright with thine eternal eye.

So beft we learn what light sublime
Is hid within the clouds of time,
Whose darknefs, dreadful though it be,
From those who seek conceals not Thee.

Sterling.