HYMN.

BISHOP TERROT.

WE'LL think of Thee when springs from eastern ocean Returning day;

We'll think of Thee when on the wave's soft motion

The moonbeams play.

We'll sing Thy goodness when the air breathes sweetness,

In Spring's soft hour;

.And when the hurricane puts forth its fleetness,
We'll own Thy power.

When worldly cares our rebel hearts are filling,
Resume Thy throne;

Though Satan tempt, and captive sense be willing,
Keep us Thine own.

When troubled conscience fills our darken'd spirits
With thoughts of fear,

Lord! let a brighter view of Thy blest merits

The darkness clear.

Be thou our God, and make us Thine for ever

In service free,

Nor let created thing have power to sever

Our souls from Thee.

TO MY GOD-CHILD, ON THE DAY OF HIS BAPTISM.

REV. R. C. TRENCH.

No harsh transitions Nature knows,
No dreary spaces intervene;
Her work in silence forward goes,
And rather felt than seen.

For where the watcher, that, with eye
Turn'd eastward, yet could ever say
When the first gleaming in the sky
First lighten'd into day?

Or maiden, by an opening flower

That many a summer morn hath stood,

Could fix upon the very hour

It ceased to be a bud?

The rainbow colours mix and blend
Each with the other, until none
Can tell where fainter hues had end,
And deeper tints begun.

But only doth this much appear-
That the pale hues are deeper grown:
The day has broken bright and clear;
The bud is fully blown.

Dear child, and happy shalt thou be,
If from this hour, with just increase,
All good things shall grow up in thee
By such unmark'd degrees.

If there shall be no dreary space
Between thy present self and past,

No dreary miserable place

With spectral shapes aghast.

But the full graces of thy prime

Shall, in their weak beginnings, be

Lost in an unremember'd time

Of holy infancy.

This blessing is the first and best;
Yet has not prayer been made in vain
For them, though not so amply blest,
The lost and found again.

And shouldest thou, alas! forbear
To choose the better, nobler lot,
Yet may we not esteem our prayer
Unheard or heeded not.

If after many a wandering,

And many a devious pathway trod ; If, having known that bitter thing, To leave the Lord thy God;

It yet shall be, that thou at last, Although thy noon be lost, return

To bind life's eve in union fast

To this, its blessed morn!

(Original.)

"Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock."-Sol. Song, i. 8.

A. R. C.

SHEPHERD! Thy voice is sweet and kind,
My heart has learnt the tone;

I long those pleasant paths to find
Which lead to Thee alone.

I hear Thy mandate_" Follow me,"
And long my cross to take,
Forsaking, hating all for Thee—

To suffer for Thy sake.

Tell me, Beloved, where Thy sheep
"Go in and out" to feed ;
To noontide rest, so still and deep,
Ah, whither dost Thou lead?

Oh! if I seek that sweet repose,
A shade beneath the rock,
My eager soul must follow close

The footsteps of the flock.