The depths of grief no human spirit knowing, Which moan in secret, like the moaning sea? God knows it all!

Dost thou look back upon a life of sinning? Forward, and tremble for thy future lot? There's One who sees the end from the beginning, Thy tear of penitence is unforgot

God knows it all!

Then go to God. Pour out your hearts before him;
There is no grief your Father cannot feel;
And let your grateful songs of praise adore him-
To save, forgive, and every wound to heal.

God knows it all—God knows it all!

"I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.”

"I would not live alway" - but here I would stay,
Till thou, O my Saviour, shalt call me away;
In faith and in hope looking upward to Thee,
Who art pardon, and peace, and salvation to me.

"I would not live alway"— but sweet are the days Which here I may spend in devotion and praise,—

Days blest with the presence and cheered with the love

Of Him who will lead me to glory above.

“I would not live alway"— but Thy blessed will
While I live, O my God, let me gladly fulfil,
And seek by obedience true and sincere,
Thy great name to honor and glorify here.

"I would not live alway"- but dwelling below, Where sin has occasioned such wide-spreading wo, Let me seek the sad heart of the mourner to cheer, To comfort and bless the afflicted ones here.

"I would not live alway"— but here let me seek
The guilty to warn, and to strengthen the weak;
To point the lost soul to a Saviour above,
Who waits to receive him with tenderest love.

"I would not live always"— but while I remain, Let me welcome alike every pleasure and pain Which proceeds from His hand who is faithful and true,

Who in mercy chastises and pities me too.

"I would not live alway"— whenever Thy voice, Redeemer! shall call me, my soul shall rejoice;

Then, saved by thy grace, may I gladly arise

To meet thee, and dwell with thee, Lord, in the skies!

ABIDE IN ME AND I IN YOU.

That mystic word of thine, oh Sovereign Lord!
Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me;
Weary of striving, and with longing faint,
I breathe it back again in prayer to thee.

Abide in me, I pray, and I in thee,

From this good hour. O leave me never more 90 Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed, The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er.

Abide in me

o'ershadowed by thy love,

Each half-formed purpose and dark thought of

sin;

Quench, ere it rise, each selfish low desire,
And keep my soul as thine calm and divine.

As some rare perfume in a vase of clay
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own
So when thou dwellest in a mortal soul, ·

All heaven's own sweetness seems around it

thrown.

The soul alone, like a neglected harp,

Grows out of tune, and needs that hand divine; Dwell thou within it, tune and touch the chords, Till every note and string shall answer thine.

Abide in me; there have been moments pure When I have seen thy face and felt thy power; Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.

Come and abide in me, and I in Thee.

LITTLE AT FIRST, BUT MIGHTY AT

LAST.

CHARLES MACKAY.

A traveller through a dusty road

Strewed acorns on the lea,

And one took root and sprouted up,

And grew into a tree.

Love sought its shade at evening time
To breathe its early vows,

And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs;

The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,

The birds sweet music bore,

It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore!

A little spring had lost its way
Among the grass and fern;

A passing stranger scooped a well,
Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with care
A ladle at the brink

He thought not of the deed he did,
But judged that toil might drink.
He passed again, and lo, the well,
By summers never dried,

Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,

And saved a life beside.

A dreamer dropped a random thought,;

'Twas old, and yet 'twas new

A simple fancy of the brain,

But strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind,