Thou art the voice of love,

To chide each doubt away;
And as thy murmur faintly dies,
Visions of past enjoyment rise
In long and bright array;
I hail the sign

That love divine

Will o'er my future path in cloudless mercy shine.

Thou art the voice of hope;

The music of the spheres,

A song of blessings yet to come,
A herald from my future home,
My soul delighted hears:
By sin deceived,

By nature grieved,

Still am I nearer rest than when I first believed.

Thou art the voice of life:

A sound which seems to say,

O prisoner in this gloomy vale!

Thy flesh shall faint, thy heart shall fail;

Yet fairer scenes thy spirit hail

That cannot pass away :

Here grief and pain

Thy steps detain,

There, in the image of the Lord, shalt thou with

Jesus reign.

66 MIGHTY TO SAVE."

¡N Jesu's book I bear

A more than conqueror's name,— A soldier, son, and fellow-heir, Who fought and overcame.

His be the victor's name,

Who fought our fight alone; Triumphant saints no honour claim, Their conquest was His own.

By weakness and defeat,

He won the meed and crown ; Trod all our foes beneath His feet,

By being trodden down.

He, hell, in hell laid low;

Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ;

Bow'd to the grave, destroy'd it so,
And death, by dying, slew.

Bless, bless the Conqueror slain !

Slain in His victory!

Who lived, who died, who lives again

For thee, His Church, for thee!

'THE PEACE OF GOD WHICH PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING."

HE world with stones, instead of bread,

Our hungry souls has often fed;
It promised health, in one short hour
Perish'd the fair but fragile flower;
It promised riches,—in a day

They made them wings and fled away;
It promised friends,—all sought their own,
And left my widow'd heart alone.

Lord! with the barren service spent,
To Thee my suppliant knee I bent ;
And found in Thee a Father's grace,
His hand, His heart, His faithfulness;
The voice of peace, the smile of love,
The bread which feeds the saints above;
And tasted in this world of woe,

A joy its children never know.

66 FOOLS MAKE A MOCK AT SIN!"

HO laughs at sin, laughs at his Maker's frowns ;

Laughs at the sword of vengeance o'er

his head;

Laughs at the great Redeemer's tears and wounds, Who, but for sin, had never wept or bled.

Who laughs at sin, laughs at the numerous woes Which have the guilty world so oft befell; Laughs at the whole creation's groans and throes,At all the spoils of death, and pains of hell.

Who laughs at sin, laughs at his own disease; Welcomes approaching torments with his smiles; Dares at his soul's expense his fancy please, Affronts his God, himself of bliss beguiles.

Who laughs at sin, sports at his guilt and shame ;
Laughs at the errors of his senseless mind:
For so absurd a fool, there wants a name,
Expressive of a folly so refined.

IF YE WALK IN THE LIGHT."

ALK in the light! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love,

His Spirit only can bestow

Who reigns in light above.

Walk in the light! and sin abhorr'd

Shall ne'er defile again;

The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord
Shall cleanse from every stain.

Walk in the light! and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His,

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,

In whom no darkness is.

Walk in the light! and thou shalt own
Thy darkness pass'd away,

Because that light hath on thee shone,
In which is perfect day.

Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquer'd there!