There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; Formed for the good alone; Thus star by star declines, As morning high and higher shines Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light. MONTGOMERY. ALL MEN BRETHREN. HILDREN we are all Of one great Father, in whatever clime All tongues, all colours; neither after death Shall we be sorted into languages And tints,-white, black, and tawny, Greek and Goth, Northmen, and offspring of hot Africa. The all-seeing Father, -He in whom we live and He, the impartial Judge of all,—regards Nations, and hues, and dialects alike; According to their works shall they be judged, When even-handed Justice in the scale Their good and evil weighs. SOUTHEY. CHARITY. 39ERE see, acquitted of all vain pretence, She still is kind, and still she perseveres; But still a soul thus touched can never cease, Heaven held his hand, the likeness must be true. COWPER. CHARITY. OFT are the graces that adorn the maidSofter than dew-drops to the sun-burnt glade! She's gracious as an unpolluted stream, And tender as a fond young lover's dream! Pity and Peace precede her as she flies, And Mercy beams benignant from her eyes! From her high residence, from realms above, She comes, sweet messenger of heavenly love! The lofty pyramid shall cease to live,- J. W. CUNNINGHAM CHARITY. ATHER of heaven! how bright and clear, The truth thy willing servants trace: Of all the countless gifts that spring Father of might! in ancient days, But they who spoke, if owned by thee, Father of mercy! thou art nigh, Father of Him who died to save! The free salvation of thy Son— The crown a dying Saviour won; Father of love! this gift is thine; HUTTON. HUMILITY. OU ask me how the Christian stands And how alone 'mid faithless hands Maintain a virtuous name? Then tell me how yon towering oak And still uninjured from the stroke High as beneath the eye of heaven Its lofty branches rise, So far, by earthly power unriven, Its root extended lies. Thus while the Christian's course is traced Through higher paths ascending, The more his spirit sinks abased, Before his Saviour bending. ANON FAITH. E saw thee not when thou did'st tread, Nor heard thy voice restore the dead, We were not with the faithful few Who stood thy bitter cross around, No angel's message met our ear On that first glorious Easter-day: "The Lord is risen, he is not here; Come see the place where Jesus lay!" But we believe that thou did'st quell The banded powers of death and hell. We saw thee not return on high; And now, our longing sight to bless, Shines down upon our wilderness; REV. E. BICKERSTETH. FAITH. "And touched the border of his garment."-LUKE viii. 44. AITH, trusting faith, entire and pure and true, Urged thee to nearer draw, thou blessed one, And touch his garment hem, and healing drew From love divine, that shone that deed upon; |