A servant with this clause

Makes drudgery divine :

Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws,
Makes that and the action fine.

This is the famous stone

That turneth all to gold :

For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.

THE EYE IS NOT SATISFIED WITH SEEING; NOR
THE EAR WITH HEARING."

WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessing standing by ; Let us, said He, pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way:

Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure :
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure,
Rest, in the bottom lay.

For if I should, said He,

Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in nature, not the God of nature :
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,

But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich, and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.

"O THE DEPTH OF THE RICHES!"

SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul

Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then control.
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To thy wretch so full of stains,
What delight or hope remains?

What, child, is the balance thine?
Thine the poize and measure?
If I say thou shalt be mine,
Finger not my treasure.

What the gains in having thee

Doth amount to, only He

Who for man was sold, can see :

That transferr'd the account to me.'

But as I can see no merit

Leading to this favour,

So the way to fit me for it

Is beyond my savour.

As the reason then is thine,
So the way is none of mine;
I disclaim the whole design;
Sin disclaims, and I resign.

'That is all, if that I could
Get without repining,

And my clay, my creature would
Follow my designing ;

That as I did freely part
With my glory and desert,

Left all joys to feel all smart'

Ah! no more thou break'st my heart!

D

PSALM XLVI.

GOD is our refuge, our strong tower;
Securing by His mighty power

When dangers threaten to devour.

Thus armed, no fears shall chill our blood, Though earth no longer stedfast stood, And shook her hills into the flood.

Although the troubled ocean rise
In foaming billows to the skies;
And mountains shake with horrid noise.

Clear streams purl from a crystal spring,
Which gladness to God's city bring,
The mansion of the Eternal King.

He in her centre takes his place,
What foe can her fair towers deface,
Protected by His early grace?