Nor shall life's dark and wintry storm
Eternally endure:

Death shall dissolve this mortal form,
And lead to scenes more pure,
Where changing seasons are not known,
Where storms can never come;
That place, the Christian calls his own,
His best inheritance, his home,

Most prized, because 'twill ne'er decay:
His Spring shall never pass away.

PAULINA.

MIRACLES OF CHRIST.

JESUS, and didst thou condescend,
When veil'd in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?

Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear,
Have mercy, too, on me!

And didst thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore ?
Pity, O Lord, and save my soul,
Which needs thy mercy more!

And didst thou save a trembling frame
When sinking in the wave ?

I perish, Lord! oh save my soul!
For thou alone canst save.

REFLECTIONS ON RETIRING
TO REST.

IT is good, when we lay on the pillow our head, And the silence of night all around us is spread, To reflect on the deeds we have done through the day,

Nor allow it to pass without profit away.

A day-what a trifle !-and yet the amount
Of the days we have pass'd form an awful account:
And the time may arrive when the world we
would give,

Were it ours, might we have but another to live.

In whose service have we through the day been employ'd,

And what are the pleasures we mostly enjoyed ? Our desires and our wishes to what did they tendTo the world we are in, or the world without end?

Hath the sense of his presence encompass'd us round,

Without whom not a sparrow can fall to the ground?

Have our hearts turn'd to him with devotion most true,

Or been occupied only with things that we view

Have we often reflected how soon we must go,
To the mansions of bliss, or the regions of woe?
Have we felt unto God a repentance sincere,
And in faith to the Saviour of sinners drawn near?

Let us now with ourselves solemn conference hold,
Ere sleep's silken fetters our senses enfold;
And forgiveness implore for the sins of the day,
Nor allow them to pass unrepented away.
BENTHAM.

HEAVENLY SUCCOUR.

"My grace is sufficient for thee."-II. Cor. xii, 9.

O HELP US, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succour give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.

O help us when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore;

And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more.

O help us, through the power of faith,
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

O help us, Jesu! from on high;
We know no help but Thee;

O help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be !

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NATIONAL ANTHEM.

GOD bless our native land,
May Heaven's protecting hand
Still guard our shore-

May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's power depend
On war no more.

Through every changing scene
O Lord, preserve our Queen,
Long may she reign-
Her heart inspire and move
With wisdom from above:
And in a nation's love

Her throne maintain.

May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,

And bless our Isle-
Home of the brave and free,
The land of liberty,

We pray that still on thee

Kind Heaven may smile.

And not this land alone,
But be thy mercies known
From shore to shore-
Lord! make the nations see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family

The wide world o'er.

THE LORD'S DAY MORNING.

AH! why should the thought of a world that is lying,

Encumber the pleasures of seasons like these? Or, why should the Sabbath be sullied with sighing,

While faith the bright things of eternity sees?

Now, let us repose from our care and our sorrow,
Let all that is anxious and sad pass away;
The rough cares of life lay aside till to-morrow,
And let us be tranquil and happy to-day.

Let us say to the world, should it tempt us to wander,

As Abraham said to his men on the plain, There's the mountain of prayer, I am going up yonder,

And tarry you here till I see you again.

To-day on that mountain we would seek for thy blessing,

O Spirit of Holiness, meet with us there, Our hearts then will feel divine favour possesssing, The sweetness of praise and the fervour of

prayer.

EDMESTON,