Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand,

Through tempests and tossing I'll bring thee to land.

Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name Engraved on my heart doth forever remain ; The palms of my hands whilst I look on, I

see

The wounds I received when suffering for thee.

I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans:

For thou art most near me-my flesh and my

bones;

In all thy distresses, thy Head feels the pain, Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain.

Then trust me, and fear not, thy life is secure, My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power; In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine;

To make thee at length in my likeness to shine.

The foolish, the fearful, the weak are my

care,

The helpless, the hopeless-I hear their sad prayer;

From all their afflictions my glory shall spring,

And the deeper their sorrows, the louder they'll sing.

SELF EXAMINATION.

Ar evening to myself I say,

My soul where hast thou glean'd to day,
Thy labours how bestowed?

What hast thou rightly said or done?
What grace attained or knowledge won,
In following after God?

THE LORD OUR REFUGE.

"Save me, O God, for the waters are come in unto my soul."-Psalm lxix. 1.

GOD of my life to Thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where shall I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door, Invites the helpless and the poor.

Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?

Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

THE END OF AFFLICTION.

2 Cor. iv. 17.

THE gloom of the night adds a charm to the

morn,

Stern Winter the Spring-time endears, And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn,

The brighter the rainbow appears.

So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare,
For the rest that remaineth above;
On earth tribulation awaits him, but there
The smile of unchangeable love.

ASPIRATIONS AFTER RELIGIOUS TRUTH.

GOD of truth! whose pure direction,
Spirits turned to Thee, shall own;
Gild this hour of deep reflection,
With a radiance from thy throne.

Calm the heart whose anxious beating,
Turns an upraised hope to Thee;
From the storms of life retreating,
Thy unshaded face to see.

Show the way of thy salvation!
Point my hope and fix my eye;
Teach my silent meditation,

All the faith that leads on high.

Lead me by the springs of gladness
Whence Thy living waters flow;
And the doubts of anxious sadness,
my spirit cease to know.

Bid