Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?

Christ Jesus, it is he.

Lord Sabaoth his name,

From age to age the same,

And he must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,

We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim—
We tremble not for him :
His rage we can endure.

For lo! his doom is sure:

One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,

Through him who with us sideth.

Let good and kindred go,

This mortal life also: The body they may kill, God's truth abideth still,

His kingdom is for ever.

ANON.

"I SEE Christ: and I see, through Christ, God. Christ must become all in all."- Bunsen.

"The excellent Mr. Flavel, when minister at Dartmouth, preached from the words, 'If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema, Maran-atha;' that is, accursed. The discourse was unusually solemn, particularly the explanation of the curse. At the conclusion, when Mr. Flavel was about to pronounce the blessing, he paused and said, 'How shall I bless this whole assembly, when every person in it who loves not the Lord Jesus Christ is Anathema, Maran-atha?' The solemnity of this address deeply affected the audience. In the congregation, there was a lad named Luke Short, about fifteen years old, and a native of Dartmouth. Soon after, he went to sea, and sailed to America, where he passed the rest of his life. He lived till he was 'a sinner a hundred years old,' and ready to die 'accursed.' One day his memory fixed on Mr. Flavel's sermon. The earnestness of the minister, the truths spoken, the effect on the people, all came fresh to his mind. He felt that he had not loved the Lord Jesus; he feared the dreadful curse; he was deeply convinced of sin; and he was brought to the blood of sprinkling."

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"Christ, those who live Christ, who live in love, the life of Christ, those are his. Those who live not the life of Christ are not his, let them be called by what name they may, let their confession of faith be what it may."- - Bunsen.

The Penitent at the Cross.

JESUS CHRIST never cast away any one who came to him. All he wants to see is a tear of penitential sorrow on the cheek, or hear a penitential sigh from the breast.

THE PENITENT'S PLEA.

Saviour, I come for rest!

To thy call of love replying,

On thy word of grace relying,

All weary and opprest;

My sin and grief and care

Now to thy feet I bring, to leave them there.

I wandered long and far,

In the groves of folly playing,
On the wastes of error straying,
With no guard or guiding star.

Blindly I wandered on,

Seeking around for rest, and finding none.

All became cold and drear:

The wayside blossoms faded;

Dark clouds the sunshine shaded;

No sound of hope or cheer.

Gloom was on all the past,

And a dark gulf before, which must be reached at last.

But then thy voice I heard.

Oh how free the invitation !

Oh how glorious the salvation
Revealed in every word!

I heard as captives hear

The trumpet-tones which tell of a Deliverer near.

I heard, and I obey!

Thy precious blood has bought me,
Thy wondrous love has sought me,
And led me here to-day,

Here to thy mercy's throne,

Pleading thy power to save, thy merits to atone.

My Saviour, thou wilt hear!

Simply thy love believing,
Freely thy grace receiving,
Why should I doubt or fear?