WHEREFORE gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. I PETER i. 13.

YEA, Come, dear Lord, at morning, noon, or night,
In grief's stern shadow, or in joy's glad light;
Come when thou wilt, my confidence is strong,
Thou wilt not come too soon, nor wait too long.

W. M. L. JAY.

LORD JESUS CHRIST, we believe that thou shalt come to be our judge.

We therefore pray thee, help thy servants, whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.

Amen.

CAST not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompense of reward.

HEB. X. 35.

OH, rich delight! the humble Christian's lot
To walk by faith, within this world of sense;
Joy, with which strangers "intermeddle not,"
To trace thine overruling Providence.

Upon my brow I meekly bear the sacred cross
Which thou, my Lord, didst meekly bear for me;
Give me the grace to "count all things but loss,
So I may win" and stand, complete in thee.

S. C. S.

GRANT, O Lord, that Christ may dwell in our hearts by faith so that at last our body and soul be preserved blameless before thee at thy coming. We ask it for Jesus' sake. Amen.

TO him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne.

REV. iii. 21.

WHEN everything that is sincerely good, and perfectly divine,

With truth, and peace, and love shall ever shine

About the supreme throne

Of him t' whose happy-making sight alone

When once our heavenly guided soul shall clime,
Then all this earthly grossness quit,

Attired with stars, we shall forever sit,

Triumphing over death, and chance, and thee, O Time!

MILTON.

O CHRIST, when thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers. Amen.

LORD, thou wilt ordain peace for us.

ISAIAH Xxvi. 12.

As I was gathering violets in the snow,
Methought how often, when the heart is low,
And nature grieves,

The buds of simple faith will meekly blow
'Neath frosted leaves.

E. H.

GRANT, O Lord, that in all my petitions I may ask what may delight thee to bestow, and what may therefore profit me to receive, for the Lord Jesus' Christ's sake, who liveth and reigneth with thee, one God, world without end. Amen.

HE that loveth pureness of heart, for the graceTM of his lips the king shall be his friend. PROV. xxii II.

LORD, let my heart still turn to thee,
In all my hours of waking thought;
Nor let this heart e'er wish to flee,
Or think, or feel, where thou art not.

In every dream of earthly bliss,
Do thou, dear Jesus, present be;
Nor let a thought of happiness

On earth intrude, apart from thee!

LADY POWERSCOURT.

ETERNAL TRUTH! strengthen thou me, so that I be not led away by vanity. Make me pure, as thou, my Lord, art pure. Í ask it for Jesus' sake. Amen.