5 Faint, yet pursuing―richly blest,
Oh, could ye see your lot;

Called gently from each changing rest,
To that which changes not.
Your Father, o'er each earthly joy,
Hath bid the curtain fall;

That He, when all things else are dark,
May be your All in all.

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THE CHILD.

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart;

Make me teachable and ; Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weaned child :From distrust and envy free, Pleas'd with all that pleases Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave : 'Tis enough that thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone :
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles;

Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove,
All their Father's boundless love.
Newton.

"WHAT ARE THESE WHICH ARE ARRAYED IN WHITE ROBES? AND WHENCE CAME THEY?" -REVELATIONS VII., 13.

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HAT are these arrayed in white,
This innumerable throng,

Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers for His righteous cause,
Followers of the Lamb of God.

2 Out of great distress they came,
Wash'd their robes by faith below
In the blood of that dear Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow.
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night :
God resides among His own,

God doth in His saints delight.

3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er ;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more :
No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

4 He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead :

He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.

Wesley.

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EVENING HYMN.

THROUGH love

HROUGH the day, Thy love has spared us,

Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest;
Jesus, Thou our guardian be,
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thine arms may we repose:
And, when life's short day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

Kelly.

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WATCH AND PRAY.

'HRISTIAN, seek not yet repose, Rough and dangerous is thy way, Thou art in the midst of foes

Watch and pray!

2 Principalities and powers,

Must'ring their unseen array,
Wait for thy unguarded hours-
Watch and pray!

3 Gird thy heavenly armour on,
Wear it ever, night and day;
Ambush'd lies the evil one-
Watch and pray!

4 Hear the victors who o'ercame !
Still they mark each warrior's way;
All with one sweet voice proclaim—
Watch and pray!

5 Hear! above all, hear thy Lord,
Him thou lovest to obey ;
Hide within thy heart His Word-
Watch and pray!

6 Watch, as if on that alone,
Hung the issue of the day;

Pray that strength may be sent down-
Watch and pray!

From the Preston Hymn Book.

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HYMN.

Y heart is sad, my soul cast down,
My cherish'd earthly joys are fled;
Where can my soul her refuge own?
Where can I rest my weary head?
To thee, my Saviour, let me fly,

And humbly at Thy footstool bend;
For Thou wilt hear the mourner's cry,
My God, my Father, and my Friend.

2 The world my fleeting joys may know, And think that I in them am blest; But all my secret sorrows flow

To Thee, for Thou canst give me rest.

If Thou regard'st me, welcome care;
If Thine the will, I kiss the rod ;
The world's fond joys my soul ensnare,
My sorrows draw me near to God.
P. M. James.

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WALKING WITH GOD.

H! for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His Word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

Cowper.