Forward, out of error,

Leave behind the night : Forward through the darkness, Forward into light.

Glories upon glories

Hath our God prepared, By the souls that love Him One day to be shared ; Eye hath not beheld them, Ear hath never heard; Nor of these hath utter'd Thought or speech a word. Forward, marching eastward, Where the heaven is bright, Till the veil be lifted,

Till our faith be sight!

Far o'er yon horizon

Rise the city towers, Where our God abideth,

That fair home is ours; Flash the streets with jasper, Shine the gates with gold; Flows the gladdening river, Shedding joys untold. Thither, onward thither,

In Jehovah's might;
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into Light!

Into God's high Temple
Onward as we press,
Beauty spreads around us,
Born of holiness

Arcli, and vault, and carving,
Lights of varied tone;
Soften'd words and holy,
Prayer and praise alone:
Every thought upraising
To our City bright,
Where the tribes assemble
Round the throne of Light.

Nought that City needeth
Of these aisles of stone:
Where the Godhead dwelleth,
Temple there is none :
All the saints that ever

In these courts have stood,
Are but babes, and feeding
On the children's food.
On through sign and token,
Stars amidst the night;
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light!

To the Father's glory
Loudest anthems raise:
To the Son and Spirit
Echo songs of praise :
To the Lord Jehovah,
Blessed Three in One,
Be by men and angels
Endless honour done.
Weak are earthly praises,

Dull the songs of night,
Forward into triumph,

Forward into light!

BE JUST AND FEAR NOT.

HENRY ALFORD.

PEAK thou the truth. Let others fence,

thou the words for pay

In pleasant sunshine of pretence

Let others bask their day.

Guard thou the fact; though clouds of night
Down on thy watch-tower stoop:
Though thou shouldst see thine heart's delight
Borne from thee by their swoop.

Face thou the wind. Though safer seem

In shelter to abide :

We were not made to sit and dream:
The safe, must first be tried.

Where God hath set His thorns about,
Cry not, "The way is plain :"
His path within for those without
Is paved with toil and pain.

One fragment of His blessèd Word,
Into thy spirit burned,

Is better than the whole, half-heard
And by thine interest turned.

Show thou thy light. If conscience gleam,
Set not thy bushel down:

The smallest spark may send his beam

O'er hamlet, tower, and town.

Woe, woe to him, on safety bent,
Who creeps to age from youth,
Failing to grasp his life's intent,
Because he fears the truth.

Be true to every inmost thought,
And as thy thought, thy speech:
What thou hast not by suffering bought,
Presume thou not to teach.

Hold on, hold on-thou hast the rock,
The foes are on the sand :

The first world-tempest's ruthless shock
Scatters their shifting strand :

While each wild gust the mist shall clear We now see darkly through,

And justified at last appear

The true, in Him that's True.

Horatius Bonar.

1808-1889.

BORN in Edinburgh on the 19th of December, 1808, Horatius Bonar came of a family which had taken a prominent part on the side of Presbyterianism during Covenanting days. Thomas Chalmers, the eminent Scottish theologian, was at the height of his power when Bonar entered the Edinburgh Divinity Hall. The influence of Chalmers, and of his fellow student Robert Murray McCheyne (whose biography has been written by his brother, Dr. Andrew Bonar), greatly strengthened his "hereditary evangelical sympathies." He became a minister of the Established Church of Scotland, but seceded in 1843, and was one of those who founded the Free Church. He was settled for many years at Kelso, and subsequently removed to a charge at the Grange, Edinburgh, where he remained until his death on July 31st, 1889. So great was his zeal, and so untiring his energy, that, when long past his seventieth year, he not unfrequently preached on summer Sunday evenings in the open air, after having previously preached twice in his own church. His monthly addresses to children were exceedingly popular, and were attended by children from all parts of Edinburgh.

Dr. Bonar was a voluminous and most successful author, and his works, both in prose and in verse,