Come, then, with all Thy quickening power, Thine was the cross, with all its fruit THE MAN OF SORROWS. APILGRIM through this lonely world, The blessed Saviour pass'd; A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last. It found Save only in the grave. on earth no resting-place, Such was our Lord-and shall we fear The Or love cross with all its scorn, a faithless, evil world That wreathed His brow with thorn? No; facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him obedient still, W e homeward press, through storm or calm, To yon celestial hill. Dead to the world, with Him who died To win our hearts, our love; We, risen with our risen Head, By faith, His boundless glories there, This fills our hearts with deep desire To lose ourselves in love, Bears all our hopes from earth away, And fixes them above. THE HEART BIDDING FAREWELL TO THE WORLD. THOU vain, deceitful world, farewell! By faith in brighter worlds we dwell, Jesus, we go with Thee, to taste Of joy supreme that never dies; Our heart, our home are in the skies. And oh while unto heaven's high hill Thy circling wings of mercy spread. From day to day, from hour to hour, THE CHURCH CHEERED WITH THE HOPE OF BRIDE of the Lamb, awake! awake! Why sleep for sorrow now? The hope of glory, Christ is thine, A child of glory thou. Thy spirit, through the lonely night Hath sigh'd for one that's far away,- But see, the night is waning fast, The breaking morn is near, And Jesus comes with voice of love He comes, for oh, His yearning heart This earth, the scene of all His woe, Full soon upon His heavenly throne Thou too shalt reign, He will not wear Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own— His crown, His joy Divine; And, sweeter far than all beside, He, He Himself is thine. REST FOR THE WEARY. WHERE, in this waste, unlovely world, May weary hearts, opprest With thoughts of sorrows yet to come, In calm assurance rest? In Him who, of the Father's love, In Him who, with unsullied feet In Jesus who, ascended now, 'Tis only in His changeless love, In the same track where He of old Led onward by His grace, we learn LOOKING UNTO JESUS. CHILDREN of light, arise and shine! Oh, then, for heavenly glory born, With Christ, with glory full in view, Come on, then, cleave no more to earth, The cross is ours; we bear it now; And suffer there at last? O blessed Lord, we yet shall reign, Redeem'd from sorrow, sin, and pain, And own Our cross was light. University of Edinburgh. DAVID DICKSON. In 161, he was ordained minister of Irvine; in 1640, he became Professor of Divinity at A DISTINGUISHED Presbyterian minister, DAVID DICKSON, was born at Glasgow, in 1583. Glasgow; and, after an interval of ten years, he was preferred to the Chair of Theology in the He was deprived of his office at the Restoration, for refusing the death took place in 1663. Dickson published commentaries on [Scripture, and other theological works. The well-known hymn, "O Mother dear, Jerusalem," presented here in an abridged form, was adapted by him from an older version, of which the authorship is unknown. cath of supremacy. His various portions of THE NEW JERUSALEM. When shall my sorrows have an end, In thee no sickness is at all, No hurt, nor any sore; No dimmish clouds o'ershadow thee, For God Himself gives light. |