He roll'd the seas, and spread the skies,— Made valleys sink, and mountains rise,— The meadows clothed with native green,— And bade the rivers glide between. But what are seas, or skies, or hills, 'Tis far beyond what words express, The highest heavens are short of this; Almighty God sigh'd human breath; Blest with this faith, then let us raise Trials may press of every sort; They may be sore-they must be short; TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. COME, Holy Spirit, come; Dispel the darkness from our minds, T Cheer our desponding hearts, Thou heavenly Paraclete; Give us to lie with humble hope At our Redeemer's feet. Revive our drooping faith, Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood; And to our wondering view reveal Show us that loving Man 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life on every part, And new create the whole. If thou, celestial Dove, What easy victims soon we fall No longer burns our love; Our sin revives, and death and hell Dwell therefore in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know and praise and love The Father, Son, and Thee. SINNERS INVITED TO CHRIST. COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, He is willing: doubt no more. Come, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money Come to Jesus Christ and buy. Let not conscience make you linger, Come, ye weary, heavy laden, If you tarry till you're better, Sinners Jesus came to call. View Him grov'ling in the garden, Sinners, will not this suffice? Lo, the incarnate God ascended, None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; Sinners here may sing the same. LADY FLORA HASTINGS. LADY FLORA HASTINGS was the eldest daughter of Earl Moira, afterwards Marquis of Hastings. Her mother was Countess of Loudoun in her own right; she married Earl Moira in 1804. Lady Flora was born at Edinburgh, on the 11th February, 1806. On attaining womanhood, she was appointed lady of the bedchamber to Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent. She died, unmarried, on the 5th July, 1839. A posthumous volume of poems, from her pen, was published in 1841, edited by her sister, the Marchioness of Bute. Edinburgh. 8vo. THANK-OFFERING. IN every place, in every hour, Thee, when the incense-breathing flowers Thee, when upon the frozen strand Winter, begirt with storms, descends; Thee, when the golden harvests yield Thee, when through ether's gloomy field Thee, when athwart the azure sky Thee, when my cup of bliss o'erflows; Thee, when my heart's best joys are fled; Thee, when my breast exulting glows; Thee, while I bend beside the dead. Alike in joy and in distress, O let me trace Thy hand Divine ; Righteous in chast'ning, prompt to bless, Still, Father, may Thy will be mine. FAITH AND HOPE. O THOU, who for our fallen race, By whom our vesture of decay, Its frailty and its pains, were worn ; Who, sinless, of our sinful clay The burden and the griefs hast borne. Who, stainless, bore our guilty doom; O teach Thy ransom'd ones to know With love which centres all in Thee. And come, triumphant Victim, come, |