FIFTH PART.

O WRETCHED MAN THAT I AM, WHO SHALL DELIVER ME FROM THE BODY OF THIS DEATH ?

ORD, many times I am a-weary quite Of mine own self, my sin, my vanity : Yet be not Thou, or I am lost outright, Weary of me!

And hate against myself I often bear,
And enter with myself in fierce debate :
Take Thou my part against myself, nor share
In that just hate.

Best friends might loathe us, if what things perverse We know of our own selves, they also knew: Lord, Holy One! if Thou, who knowest worse, Shouldst loathe us too!

Trench.

I KNOW BOTH HOW TO BE ABASED AND I

وو

KNOW HOW TO ABOUND."

OME murmur, when their sky is clear

And wholly bright to view,

If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are fill'd
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy, gild
The darkness of their night.

In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
Why life is such a dreary task,

And all good things denied?
And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has to their aid,-

Love that not ever seems to tire,—

Such rich provision made.

Trench.

THAT YE SORROW NOT, EVEN AS OTHERS,

B

eye,

ROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every

And sorrow is unknown:

From the burthen of the flesh,

And from care and fear released,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

The toilsome way thou'st travell❜d o'er,
And borne the heavy load,

But Christ hath taught thy languid feet
To reach His blest abode.

Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus

Upon his father's breast,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail,
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail.

And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

"Earth to earth," and "Dust to dust,"
The solemn priest hath said,

So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed:
But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest.

And when the Lord shall summon us,
Whom thou hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world,

As sure a welcome find;

May each, like thee, depart in peace,

To be a glorious guest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest.

Milman.

HIS COMPASSIONS FAIL NOT: THEY ARE NEW

EVERY MORNING."

UES of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible

Around his path are taught to swell;

Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,
That dancest forth at opening day,
And brushing by with joyous wing,
Wakenest each little leaf to sing ;-

Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,
By which deep grove and tangled stream
Pay, for soft rains in season given,
Their tribute to the genial heaven ;—

Why waste your treasures of delight
Upon our thankless, joyless sight;
Who day by day to sin awake,
Seldom of heaven and you partake?

Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!