Filling all thy heart with gladness,
Bringing, in life's roughest day,
Peace, the world can never give thee,
Peace it cannot take away!
May thy hope be daily stronger,
Till the whisperings it has given,
Shall be lost in joy eternal,

In the happy song of heaven.

B. L.

THE JOY IN HARVEST.

Isaiah ix. 3.

IT is sweet in Autumn's eve
To come to the sunset tree;
To repose on the mossy turf,
And join in the reaper's glee.
But sweeter that sinner's joy

Who turns from the worldling's madness, And looks from the toils of earth

To the harvest song of gladness.

The reaper can sweetly rest

In his loved, though lowly, home; And bright is the sunrise that tells him, "The Sabbath of peace has come." But sweeter the rest of the saint

Whom death has released from sadness; More bright his sunrise, waking To joy in the harvest's gladness.

R. W. KYLE.

THE HOUR OF PRAYER.

My God! is any hour so sweet
From early morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet-
The hour of prayer?

Blest be that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that solemn hour of eve,
When on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.

Words cannot tell what sweet relief,
Then for my every want, I find,
What help for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.

Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude,
With hopes of heaven.

C. E. TONNA.

SUPPLICATION.

OH God that madest the earth and sky, the darkness and the day,

Give hear to this thy family, and help us while we

pray!

For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel

roar,

And heavy grows the pilot's heart, to view the rocky shore!

The Cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear;

But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair!

Then, mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew!

And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience

100.

BISHOP HEBER.

THE COTTAGER'S HYMN.

AMONG the lowly ones on earth,
My present lot is cast;

Yet, I may be of noble birth,
And heir of treasures vast.

Yes, if I am a child of God,
My birth indeed is high,
Heaven shall be my blest abode,
And there my treasures lie.

Oh Jesus! who hast borne the cross,
And dwelt among the poor,
Help me, each worldly pain or loss,
With patience to endure.

Oh make me rich in faith and love,
Thy mercy let me share,

Then take me to my rest above,
Give me my treasure there.

THE ONE FAMILY.

"Of whom the whole Family in heaven and earth is named.” Ephesians iii. 15.

LET saints below join saints above,
To whom their rest is given ;

And on the eagle wings of love
Soar towards the joys of heaven.

Let saints on earth in concert sing
With those whose work is done;
For all the servants of our King
In every place are One.

One Family, we dwell in Him,

One church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To His commands we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

E'en now to their eternal home,
There pass some spirits blest;
While others to the margin come,
Waiting their call to rest.

Jesus! be thou our constant guide;
Then, when the word is given,
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

C. WESLEY,

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

Lo! return'd the joyful season,
When the blessed Son of God
From his Father's throne descended,
And with sinful man abode.

Though he dwelt in boundless glory,
Where the tide of bliss o'erflows;

Yet to save a world of sinners,
He became a man of woes.

Far from God mankind had fallen,
Nothing could redeem our race,
Nothing-but thy blest atonement,
Prince of righteousness and peace.

Press'd with loads of guilt and anguish, Hopeless now no more we groan : What is man, thou blest Redeemer, That such love to him is shown?

Jesus lived for us in sorrow,
And for us expired in pain ;
Let us not, our sins retaining,
Crucify the Lord again.