in the surgery or shop, retains his integrity when others forget it; who cultivates purity of life, when others wallow in vice; who, consistent himself, kindly, yet firmly, reproves the errors of others; who induces them to frequent the public worship of God as sedulously as the lectures of their teachers; who leads them to value the Scriptures, and to make them the subject of their diligent perusal ; who strives to raise the tone of moral conduct in all around him, and in himself also, up to the standard of God's law, and to the example of God our Saviour; that is a Missionary, and will obtain the Divine approbation and the Divine reward.

I shall conclude this Lecture, defective and inadequate as it is, with a piece of poetry, which I have never seen but in manuscript, and which is closely applicable to our present subject. Although not the production of one of our more gifted bards, it breathes the warmth and beauty of affectionate piety. Would that it expressed the sentiments of every member of the Medical profession !1

1 I found it among the manuscripts, but not in the handwriting, of a venerable relative, Robert Walker, M.D., Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons, author of "An Inquiry into the Small-Pox, Medical and Political." He died in 1791.

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THE PHYSICIAN'S HYMN.

I.

PHYSICIAN, friend of humankind,
Whose pitying love is pleased to find
A cure for every ill;

By Thee raised up, by Thee bestowed,
To do my fellow-creatures good,

I come to serve Thy will.

II.

I come not like the sordid herd,
Who, mad for honour or reward,
Abuse the healing art;

Nor thirst of praise, nor lust of gain,
But kind concern at human pain,
And love, constrain my heart.

III.

On Thee I fix my single eye-
Thee only seek to glorify,

And make Thy goodness known ;
Resolved, if Thou my labours bless,
To give Thee back my whole success-
To praise my God alone.

IV.

The friendly properties that flow
Through Nature's various works, I know
The fountain whence they came;

And every plant and every flower
Medicinal, derives its power

From Jesus' balmy name.

V.

Confiding in that name alone,
Jesus, I in Thy name go on

To tend Thy sick and poor.

Dispenser of Thy medicines I,

But Thou the blessing must supply-
But Thou must give the cure.

VI.

For this I humbly wait on Thee,
The servant of Thy servants see
Devoted to Thy will;

Determined in Thy steps to go,
And help the sickly sons of wo,
Who groan Thy help to feel.

VII.

Afflicted by Thy gracious hand,
They now may justly all demand
My instrumental care ;
Thy patients, Lord, shall still be mine,
And to my weak attempts I join
My strong, effectual prayer.

VIII.

O, while Thou giv'st their bodies ease,
Convince them of their worst disease-
The sickness of the mind;

And let them groan, by sin opprest,
Till coming unto Thee for rest,
Rest to their souls they find.

IX.

With these, and every sin-sick soul,
I come myself to be made whole,

And wait Thy Sovereign word; Thou canst, I know, Thou dost forgive, But let me without sinning live,

To perfect love restored.

X.

Myself, alas! I cannot heal,
But Thou canst every seed expel
Of sin out of my heart.

Thine utmost saving health display, And purge my inbred plague away, And make me as Thou art.

XI.

Till then, in Thy blest hands I am; And still in faith the grace I claim To all believers given.

Perfect the cure in me begun,

And when my work on earth is done, Receive me up to heaven.

LECTURE IV.

THE DUTIES OF A MEDICAL MISSIONARY.

BY

THE REV. JONATHAN WATSON.