To shun what flesh desires; what fiesh abhors, to seek.

Within us, Babe divine,
Be born, and make us Thine;
Within our souls reveal

Thy love and power to heal:
Be born, and make our hearts Thy cradle and Thy

shrine.

ISAAC WILLIAMS.

STRENGTH FROM THE CROSS.

H, who shall sing the joyful song at last ?
Oh, who shall raise in heaven the conqueror's

strain,
O'er foes subdued, and inward vices slain,
And seasons of temptation safely passed?
'Tis he, who counts all other things but dross,
When put into the scale with God's dear Son;
Who willingly the Christian race doth run,
And fignts, and toils, and conquers, in the cross.

bors, to seek.

'Tis by the cross the saints their victories win,
And rise to glory, as their Saviour rose.
Then heed not earthly shame nor earthly loss,
But count it all for good, if thou may'st bear the

T. C. UPHAM, D

elle and T'hy

WILLIAMS.

REPENTANCE AT THE CROSS.

ESUS, Lamb of God, for me,

Thou, the Lord of life, didst die;
Whither - whither but to Thee,

Can a trembling sinner fly?
Death's dark waters o’er me roll,
Save, oh, save my sinking soul!

Never bowed a martyred head,

Weighed with equal sorrow down!
Never blood so rich was shed,

Never king wore such a crown!
To Thy cross and sacrifice
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.

dross, r Son; c'un, the cross.

By Thy mighty grace renewed,

New-born hope forbids despair; Lord, Thou canst my guilt forgive, Thou hast bid me look and live.

.

While with broken heart I kneel,

Sinks the inward storm to rest; Life - immortal life I feel

Kindled in my throbbing breast; Thine-forever Thine - I am, Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

RAY PALMER, D. D.

PLEADING FOR ME.

THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,

That Thou wilt plead for me.

When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,

Then, Saviour, pleal for me!

When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and Wisdom's way,
And see no glimm’ring, guiding ray,

Still, Saviour, plead for me!

When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hol
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, oh, plead for me!

D.

And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me!

When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say Thou hast washed them all away,

Oh, say Thou plead'st for me!

CHARLOTTE ELLIO

THY BODY AND BLOOD.

HEPHERD of souls, refresh and bless

Thy chosen pilgrim flock, With manna from the wilderness,

With water from the rock.

Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak,

(As Thou when here below,) Our souls the joys celestial seek,

That from Thy sorrows flow.

We would not live by bread alone,

But by Thy word of grace,
In strength of which we travel on

To our abiding-place.

Be known to us in breaking bread,

But do not then depart.-
Saviour, abide with us, and spread

Thy table in our heart!

Then sup with us in love divine;

Thy body and Thy blood -
That living bread and heavenly wine,-

Be our immortal food!