I am one that thy gentle words have led

In the narrow pathway of life to tread :
I welcome thee home at last!"

And the teacher gazed on the maiden's face;
She had seen that face on earth,

When, with anxious heart, in her wonted place,
She had told her charge of a Saviour's grace,
And their need of a second birth.

Then the teacher smiled, and an angel said, "Go forth to thy work again;

It is not in vain that the seed is shed:

If only one soul to the cross is led,

Thy labor is not in vain."

And at last she woke, and her knee she bent

In grateful, childlike prayer ;

And she prayed till an answer of peace was sent,

And Faith and Hope as a rainbow blent

O'er the clouds of her earthly care.

And she rose in joy, and her eye was bright;

Her sorrow and grief had fled;

And her soul was calm, and her heart was light, For her hands were strong in her Saviour's might,

As forth to her work she sped.

Then rise, fellow-teacher; to labor go;

Wide scatter the precious grain:

Though the fruit may never be seen below,
Be sure that the seed of the Word shall grow :
Toil on in faith, and thou soon shalt know

"Thy labor is not in vain!"

Who the worth of souls can measure?

Save, save one!

Who can count the priceless treasure?

Save, save one!

Like the stars shall shine for ever

Those who faithfully endeavor

Dying sinners to deliver,

Save, save one!

DO YOU LOVE JESUS?

Do you love Jesus when his garb is mean,
Nor shrink to let your fellowship be seen?

Do you love Jesus, blind and halt and maimed? In prison succor him, nor feel ashamed

To own him, though his injured name may be
A mark for some dark slanderer's obloquy?

Do you love Jesus in the orphan's claim,
And bid the widow welcome in his name?

Do you love Jesus, though a sable skin
Infolds the form his spirit dwells within?

"As bound with them," have ye remembered those Enslaved, oppressed, till brethren are made foes?

Say not, Where saw we Him? Each member dear,
Poor and afflicted, wears his image here;

And, if unvalued or unknown of thee,
Where can thy union with the Body be?

LITTLE PEARLS.

Down, down beneath the ocean's wave
The fishers plunge, one pearl to save :
Its value well they know.

No thought of danger stays the leap;

They're gone, they brave the treacherous deep

For riches far below.

The blue waves part; once more appear

The fishers in their hands they bear
An oyster, dearly bought.

One finds a tiny pearl most rare;

The other searches ; none is there :
His labor was for naught.

Down, down to depths of sin and woe,
To save one pearl, we ought to go,-
A pearl that will not fade.

Though small, 'tis priceless: just remove

Its roughness with the hand of love;

The care will be repaid.

Some of these pearls like stars will shine
Here on these changing shores of time,
Teachers of truth and love.

Some soon will fade from earthly sight,
Will be transferred to purer light

In the blest home above.

We can not tell, we need not know,
Which will be left, or which will go :
Two strings of pearls there'll be,
Clasped with the golden clasp of love,
For those who gather them to prove
A heavenly legacy.

THE HARVEST.

The time for toil is past, and night is come, The last and saddest of the harvest eves:

Worn out with labor long and wearisome, Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home, Each laden with his sheaves.

Last of the laborers, thy feet I gain,

Lord of the harvest, and my spirit grieves That I am burdened, not so much with grain As with a heaviness of heart and brain :

Master, behold my sheaves!