From the 'LYRA ANGLICANA.'

OH, weary in the morning,

When soft the dewdrops fall,
And weary at the noontide,
When God's sun shines on all;
And weary at the nightfall,
When, each day's labour o'er,
I count my misspent moments
As lost for evermore.

Oh, weary of the turmoil,

The striving, and the care,
And weary of the burthen

Which we of earth must bear ;
Oh, weary of vain longings,
And weary with vain fears,
And wearier with heart-sorrows
Than with the weight of years.

Yet like a ray of sunlight,

The Word shines through the gloom,

And after winter's darkness

Comes spring in fresher bloom;

And after vainly searching,

We find a resting meet;

For rest, and hope, and glory
Are found at Jesus' feet.

God never sends a sorrow
Without the healing balm,
And bids us fight no battles
But for the victor's palm.

Yet we by earth's mist blinded,
Knew not His holy will,
Till o'er the troubled waters

His voice said, 'Peace, be still!'

We will go forth and conquer,
Depending on His grace;
The lowliest station near Him
Must be an honoured place!
And after battle, victory;

And after victory, rest—
Like the beloved apostle,

Upon the Master's breast!

E. M. SEWell.

UNLOVING words are

NLOVING words are meant to make us

gentle, and delays teach patience, and care teaches faith, and press of business makes us look out for minutes to give to God, and disappointment is a special messenger to summon our thoughts to heaven.

TWELFTH DAY.

Sickness.

Now a certain man was sick, named Lazarus, of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha. (It was that Mary which anointed the Lord with ointment, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.) Therefore his sisters sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick. When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby. Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus. When he had heard therefore that he was sick, he abode two days still in the same place where he was. Then after that saith he to his disciples, Let us go into Judea again. His disciples say unto him, Master, the Jews of late sought to stone thee; and goest thou thither again? Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him. These things said he and after that he saith unto them, Our friend Lazarus

sleepeth; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep. Then said his disciples, Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well. Howbeit Jesus spake of his death: but they thought that he had spoken of taking of rest in sleep. Then said Jesus unto them plainly, Lazarus is dead. And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, to the intent ye may believe; nevertheless let us go unto him. St. John xi. 1-15.

Then Jesus six aays before the passover came to Bethany, where Lazarus was which had been dead, whom he raised from the dead. There they made him a supper; and Martha served: but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the table with him.

St. John xii. 1, 2.

M. E. TOWNSEND.

"LORD, behold, he whom Thou lovest is sick." So spake, by the mouth of a messenger, the sorrowing sisters to their Lord; not dreaming how far more He knew than they did, of Lazarus and his sickness; not guessing that His presence had been with him through all those weary hours of pain; that His love alone had calmed the throbbing heart and soothed the aching brow; that He Himself would bear their loved one, with strong and tender hand, through the valley of the shadow of death.

"Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick." So perchance may the angels who minister to us on earth address their Lord who sitteth on the throne guessing but dimly, even amid the light of heaven, how far nearer is the Son of Man to His brethren on earth than ever they can be: not fully knowing even yet how tenderly He watches them from His heavenly home, how gently 'He maketh all their bed in their sickness,' how they learn to rest in Him when all other rest is as weariness both to soul and body, how He distils upon them the ineffable calm of a will in union with His will, how He bestows on them 'the peace which passeth understanding,' how at last 'He giveth His beloved sleep.'

"He whom Thou lovest."

Blessed title which all the children of God may claim, for 'He first loved us,' and in His exceeding mercy hath made us His own for ever, unless we fall away. Happy title which we may humbly share with Lazarus and St. John, those two whom He loved with a special sympathy on earth; blessed beyond measure is the thought in the time of sickness and of suffering, that thus we may be spoken of in heaven.

"When He had heard therefore that he was sick, He abode two days still in the same place where He was."

Yes, the Lord may sometimes seem to tarry, as once He tarried in that far country beyond Jordan while the anxious women watched and