2

But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
And watches of the night.

3 He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf, his name shall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.

4 Not so the ungodly race,

They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment-seat,

6

1

Where all the saints at Christ's right hand In full assembly meet?

He knows and he approves

The way the righteous go;

But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.

375 The Christian Pilgrim.

HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot,

P. M.

How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!

Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;

I trimple on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A dwelling in the skies.

2 I know I should not steal, nor use
The smallest thing I see;

Which I should never like to lose,
If it belonged to me.

3 And this plain rule forbids me quite,
To strike an angry blow;

Because I should not think it right
If others served me so.

4 But any kindness they may need,
I'll do, whate'er it be;
As I am very glad indeed,

1

When they are kind to me.

379 The Sabbatn-school preferred. C. M. FOR worldly honour, I'd not waste

Of life my little span:

For better is the love of God

Than highest praise of man. 2 I would not live to gather gold,

Which misers round them hoard; For he who trusts in riches here, Can never please the Lord.

3 But I would in the Sabbath-school,
A faithful scholar be;

And for my own and other souls
Would wear my life away.

4 Let others see in all I do,

That 'tis my constant aim,

That they and all should love the Lord,
And fear his sacred name.

380

LA

The Infant Orphan.

L. M.

ATELY, I wandered sadly, where
None watched my way or saw my lot

Yet God beheld me, and his care

Shielded the child that knew him not.

2 The kind Redeemer's gentle name Upon my lips was never found; He spared me yes, the very same

That wheels those starry worlds around. 3 I sometimes thought there was a power Made the tall trees and flowers to grow; Bade sunshine warm and tempests lower, And who but God could thunder so?

4 But now I know the Bible tells

Of Him that rolls the stars along;
Above the clouds my Maker dwells,
And yet he hears my humble song.
5 I know of Jesus, too, whose love

For children, young and frail as we,
Brought Him, the Lord of all above,
Down to the manger and the tree.
6 And well I know that babes distressed,
And weary, find in him a home;
For he will take them to his rest,

He says

"forbid them not to come."

381 Parting with a hopeful Scholar. L. M.

WE

offer, Lord, an humble prayer,
And thank thee for thy grace bestowed
In leading one beneath our care,
Thus far in wisdom's pleasant road.

2 What trials to his lot may fall,

What toilsome duties to fulfil, We do not know, but in them all, Be thou his strength and comfort still. 3 May Jesus be his constant friend, The Bible his support and stay; And may thy Spirit, Lord, descend, To bless and guide him day by day.