Pillars in the Heavenly Temple.

1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
We bow to thy command,
And' own that David's royal key
Well fits thy sovereign hand.

2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to our rejoicing eyes
The temple of our God.

3 Therein as pillars let us stand,
On an eternal base;

Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace.

4 There, deep engraven, let us bear
The title of our God;
And mark the New Jerusalem,
As our secure abode.

5 In lasting characters inscríbe
Thy own beloved name;
That endless ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.

1 ALMIGHTY goodness, power divine,
The fields and verdant meads display;
And bless the hand which made them shine,
With various charms profusely gay.

2 For man and beast, here daily food,
In wide diffusive plenty grow;

And there, for drink, the crystal flood,
In streams, sweet-winding, gently flow.

3 By cooling streams and soft'ning showers
The vegetable race are fed;

And trees and plants, and herbs and flowers, Their Maker's bounty smiling spread.

4 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the faint attempts of art; Their bright inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Ye curious winds, that roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of our God,
And bow before him and adore.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

So let our conversation be:

The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life!

3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.

4 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;

Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright!

5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

The only Perfect. Eccles. vii. 20. Job xiv. 4. Isa. lxiv. 6.

1 COULD I of all perfection boast,

As pure as that which Adam lost,
I'd sacrifice it to thy blood,

My Christ, my all, my only good.

2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in faith,
And boldly steadfast unto death;
I'd bid my faithfulness adieu,
And Jesus only faithful view.

3 If I more meek than Moses were,
Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
Yet this I gladly would despise,
And Jesus' meekness only prize.

4 Was I, as Job, submissive still,
Patient, resign'd, in every ill;
Yet all should fade before his cross,
Compar'd with him it is but dross.

5 If I was wise as Solomon,

Like him with zeal and ardour shone;
Like him I'd vain and foolish see
My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee.

6 Had I an angel's purity,
Yea, even this I would deny;

Nor good confess in name or thing,
But Christ my Lord, my life, my King.

Rain of Heaven. Psa. lxxii. 6. Isa. lv. 10, 11. 1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.

2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
Th' effusions of his love shall share,
And sudden greens and herbage wear.

3 The dews and rains in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Are not so copious as that grace
Which sanctifies and saves our race.

4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers; So, in the secrecy of love,

Falls the sweet influence from above.

5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,

While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth's wide wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

41. C. M.

Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 14,

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 That prize, with peerless glory bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Then, soul, with all thy waken'd powers,
Survey th' immortal prize;
Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth,
Allure thy wand'ring eyes.

Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11.

1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:

Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
Which shows salvation nigh.