Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet
In pure devotion at Thy feet;

And earth shall yield Thee, as Thy due,
Her fulness and her glory too.

Oh that from Britain now might shine
This heavenly light and truth Divine,
Till the whole universe abroad
Flame with the glory of our God.

DAILY DUTIES.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes my eyes,
O Sun of righteousness Divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

When to heaven's great and glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,

Ask mercy in my Saviour's name,

Then, Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.

As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my Counsellor and Friend;
Teach me Thy precepts, all Divine,
And be Thy great example mine.

When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, opprest,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest,
O Great Physician, see my grief,
And grant Thy servant sweet relief!

Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low,
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,
For Thou on earth wast poor indeed.

Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings on my store,
Oh, keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with Thee!

When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies.

And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, Thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.

MRS. SIMPSON.

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MRS. SIMPSON.

MRS. SIMPSON, nee JANE CROSS BELL, is the daughter of James Bell, Esq., advocate, and is a native of Glasgow. At an early period she contributed verses to The Edinburgh Literary Journal, edited by her brother, Henry Glassford Bell, Esq. She assumed the literary nom de plume of Gertrude; and, under this designation, she reproduced her poetical contributions in "April Hours," a small 12mo, which appeared in 1838. She had previously published, in 1835, a small volume of tales and sketches, entitled "The Piety of Daily Life." In 1848, she published "Woman's History." Her latest work, "Linda; or, Beauty and Genius;" appeared in 1859. The following hymn has been ascribed to different authors. The first, second, and fourth stanzas of the hymn appeared in "April Hours," in 1838. The entire composition is now printed from a copy kindly supplied by the accomplished authoress. "Gertrude" has been for many years married to her cousin, Mr. J. B. Simpson, of Glasgow.

PRAYER.

Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright;

Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thought away,
And, in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those that hate thee,
If any such there be.

Then for thyself, in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim;
And link, with each petition,
The great Redeemer's name.

Or if 'tis e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee,
When friends are round thy way;

Even then the silent breathing

Of thy spirit raised above,
May reach His throne of glory,

Who is mercy, truth, and love!

O! not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,
The power that He hath given us
To pour our hearts in prayer!
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before His footstool fall,

And remember, in thy gladness,
His grace who gave thee all.

THE LESSON.

(Contributed.)

I HAD a lesson to teach them,

The children that God had given, From a Book most high and holy, Whose theme is the love of Heaven.

But some of these baby-blossoms
Were laid by the reaper low,
Ere yet they could spell the letters
I wish'd them so much to know.

And one, on whose soul had fallen
The lesson with deepest power,
Went home to the sainted glory

In the dawn of his manhood's hour.

Ah! then, as the waves of sorrow
Went over my drooping head,
My pupils became my teachers,

The living was taught by the dead !

And the more their memory held me,
The children I ne'er could see;
The more we rehearsed that lesson
The children yet left with me.

And still, when the Book is opened
Where wisdom and peace are found,

We fancy our loved ones bending
To meet us on holy ground.

And the lesson so pure and tender,
We study with silent prayer,
Sinks down to our inmost spirits,
With these angels hovering there!

And we long to fold our pinions,
By sin and by sorrow press'd,
'Neath the tree by the crystal river,
The city of endless rest!

Till then, with a zeal untiring,
We'll con the lesson of love;
The children on earth yet dwelling,
And the children moored above.

JAMES G. SMALL.

THE REV. JAMES G. SMALL is a native of Edinburgh. Having attended the university of his native city, he there attained distinction as a successful competitor for various prize poems. In 1843, he published a volume of poems, entitled "The Highlands, etc." This work has passed through several editions. Two small poetical works from his pen have likewise been well received. In 1847, Mr. Small was ordained pastor of the Free Church, Bervie, Kincardineshire.

VOICES FROM HEAVEN.

WHAT strains of compassion are heard from above,
Calling sinners to flee to the bosom of Love!

'Tis the voice of the Saviour who speaks from on high-
"Turn, turn, ye poor wanderers, O why will ye die?
Turn, turn, ere ye perish; for judgment is nigh."

What a sweet invitation is heard from above!
Calling children to fly to the bosom of Love!

'Tis the voice of the Shepherd! how kind is its tone

Come, ye young ones, to me, ere life's spring-time be flown; I will take you, and bless you, and make you mine own."