Now low, upon the gulf of life

Raised or depressed, in peace or strife,
Calmly she kens the changeful wave,
She dreads no storm-she fears no grave:
To her the world's tumultuous roar,
Dies like the echo on the shore.
"Father! thy pleasure all fulfil,
I yield me to Thy sovereign will:
Let earthly comforts ebb or rise,
Tranquil on Thee my soul relies."
Then, as advance the shades of night,
Long-plumed she takes her heavenward flight;

But, as she mounts, I see her fling
A beam of glory from her wing,-

A moment to my aching sight
Lost in the boundless fields of light!

ABIDE WITH ME.

"Abide with us: for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent."-ST. LUKE xxiv. 29.

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me!

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'dst with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,

Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me!

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;

But kind and good, with healing in thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,

Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless :
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold then, Thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows

flee;

In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!

Chat both our hearts may be set to obey Thy commandments, and also that by Thee we being defended from the fear of our enemies may pass our time in rest and quietness, through the merits of Jesus Christ our Saviour. Amen.”

THE hope that we are reconciled to God is not more necessary to our internal tranquillity than to our cheerful obedience to his commands. It is only when the reluctance of slavish fear is exchanged for the alacrity of grateful love, that our Saviour's yoke is easy, and his burden light. It is only when our will is in harmony with the will of God, and when we are conscious that we have a high Priest who is touched with the feeling of our infirmities,