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DRUMMOND.

O God of nature and of grace,
How spacious is Thy dwelling-place!
From low-roof'd churches, towers sublime,
From minsters sanctified by time,

And homes where humble Christians dwell,
What songs of spiritual gladness swell!
Joining the hymn of earth and sea,
And starry heavens, that mounts to Thee.

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D. T. K. DRUMMOND.

THE REV. D. T. K. DRUMMOND is the youngest son of James Drummond, of Aberuchill, received orders in the English Church, and for two years held a charge in the neighbourhood of Bristol. He is at present incumbent of St. Thomas's Episcopal Chapel, Edinburgh. Among Perthshire. He was born at Edinburgh, and educated for the Episcopal Church. In 1830, he other works, he has published "Last Scenes in the Life of Christ," and "Memoirs of Mon

tagu Stanley."

"CHRIST SHALL GIVE THEE LIGHT."
THOU earth, o'er which the curse of sin
Has flung the shroud of night,
On thee the day-spring hath appear'd,
For Christ shall give thee light.

O sinner! on whose soul hath dwelt
Sin's deep and deadly blight,
Arise! hope dawns upon the tomb,
For Christ shall give thee light.

Christian! does thy pathway seem
Dark to thy feeble sight?

Direct thine

eyes

For He shall give thee light.

to Christ on high,

Soldier! does the shadowy foe
Darken the field of fight?

Dauntless hold up the shield of faith,
For Christ shall give thee light.

Mourner! has sorrow bow'd thy heart
In sad and dreary night?

Smile through thy tears, the day is nigh
When Christ shall give thee light.

Thou trembling one, who must appear
Before Christ in His might!
He is thy Judge, but He is love,
And He shall give thee light.

Bless'd heir of glory! hast thou reach'd
Thy home so pure and bright?
Thy heritage is sure, for Christ
For ever gives thee light.

"GOD IS LOVE."

WHAT is the Lord? Survey the world,
Each hill, each vale, each stream, each grove;
From every rock, and field, and tree,
A voice replies, that "God is love!"

What is the Lord? Gaze through the skies
On yon bright orbs which ceaseless move
In glorious maze-still as they roll

They chant the song that "God is love!"

What is the Lord? Look to the place
Where glory sits enthroned above;
Ten thousand times ten thousand there

Cry, with one voice, that "God is love!"

What is the Lord? Search Nature's store,

Her length and breadth, below, aboveThere's not an atom but appears

Stamp'd with the record, "God is love!"

Yet amid all, behold yon tree!

One glance of faith will sweetly prove,

That there the brightest ray descends,

Which, beaming, tells that "God is love!"

DRUMMOND.

Dark is the wood, and stain'd with blood, Yet o'er it broods the holy Dove,

Citering,

to all eternity,

The still, small voice, that "God is love!"

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WILLIAM HAMILTON DRUMMOND, D.D.

WILLIAM HAMILTON DRUMMOND, D.D., was born in the village of Ballyclare, county Antrim, Ireland, in 1772. During infancy, he was deprived of his father, who died of fever, caught in course of his practice as a physician, so that he was entirely indebted for his early training to his mother, a person of superior energy and intellectual vigour. He was destined for commercial pursuits, but, having evinced an aptitude for the ministerial profession, he was sent to the University of Glasgow. Obtaining licence as a probationer, he entered on the duties of the sacred office in his twenty-first year, as pastor of the second Presbyterian congregation at Belfast. In 1816, he was translated to the Strand Street Chapel, Dublin. He died in Dublin, on the 16th October, 1865, in his eighty-sixth year. Among other works, Dr. Drummond published "Juvenile Poems," Glasgow, 1797; "A Translation of the First Book of Lucretius, De Rerum Natura," 1803; "Trafalgar, a Poem," 1805; "The Giant's Causeway, a Poem," 1811; "Clontarf, a descriptive Poem," 1817; "Who are the Happy? a Poem on the Christian Beatitudes; with other Poems on Sacred Subjects," 1818; "The Pleasures of Benevolence," 1835- The following compositions from the pen of Dr. Drummond have been frequently reprinted; they are included in the author's volume entitled, "Who are the Happy!"

CHARITY.

COME let us sound her praise abroad,
Sweet Charity, the child of God!
Hers, on whose kind, maternal breast
The shelter'd babes of misery rest;

Who, when she sees the sufferer bleed,
Reckless of name, or sect, or creed,

Comes with prompt hand and look benign,
To bathe his wounds in oil and wine;

Who in her robe the sinner hides,

And soothes and pities while she chides;

Who lends an ear to every cry,

And asks no plea but misery.

Her tender mercies freely fall,

Like heaven's refreshing dews on all;
Encircling in their wide embrace

Her friends, her foes-the human race.

Nor bounded to the earth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown;
Wherever Faith's rapt thought has soar'd,
Or Hope her upward flight explor'd.

HAMILTON DRUMMOND, D.D.

Ere these received their name or birth,
She dwelt in heaven, she smiled on earth;

Of all celestial

blest, graces

The first-the last-the greatest-best.

When Faith and Hope, from earth set free,

Are lost in boundless ecstasy,
Eternal daughter of the skies,

She mounts to heaven, and never dies.

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THE COMING OF THE LORD.
A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill:
"The Lord is advancing-prepare yet
The word of Jehovah He comes to fulfil, way;
And o'er the dark world pour the splendour of day.

the

Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven,
And be the low valley exalted on high!

The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,
For, Sion, your King, your Redeemer, is nigh."

The beams of salvation His progress illume,
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God;
The rose and the myrtle shall suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spread its branches abroad.

VICTORY THROUGH CHRIST.
GIVE thanks to God the Lord!

The victory is ours;
And hell is overcome
By Christ's triumphant powers.

The monster sin

In chains is bound,
And death has felt

His mortal wound.