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cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith unto Peter, What! could ye not watch with me one hour ? Watch and pray, that ye enter not into templation : the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. IIc went away again the second time, and prayed, sazing, O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, ex. Cept I drink it, thy will be done.—Mat. 26: 33 to 42, And Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me.-Mat. 27: 46. Read. er, do not suppose that the above are the only texts that can be brought in proof of the duty of prayer, for the old and new testaments will show you that the prophets and aposties were men accustomed to secret prayer. Christ being the great pattern, I consider the above texts aro sufficient prooss on that subject.]

Jesus the multitude dismissed,

And sent them all away ;
Upon the mountain then he went,

In secret there to pray.
Once o'er Jerusalem he wept,

And unto them he said,
How oft would I have gathered you,

But from your God you strayed.
When at the tomb of Lazarus,

He joined in fervent prayer ;
He with the weeping mourners wept,
And in their grief

did share.
Our Saviour often did arise,

Before the break of day:
While darkness spread her sable cloud,

In secret he did pray.

Into the garden Jesus went,

Our burden he did bear, His

sweat was as great drops of blood,

He agonized in prayer.
Behold, the Lord of glory prays,

His blest example given,
A pattern still for us to be,

To lead us on to heaven.

"Vi h life eternal he will bless,

If we his precepts keep; In secret let us oft retire,

And bow at Jesus's feet.

Away from earth I will retire,

Where none but God can see; My griefs and sorrows I will tell,

To him that died for me.

My soul by faith to God I'll raise,

Before the break of day,
My sore temptations when I tell,

The tempter flies away.

Jesus was tempted here below,

Although he knew no sin ; 0

may I live like my blest Lord,

And pattern after him.
Ilow pure the path that Jesus trod,

While he sojourned below;
He'll give us grace to follow him,

If him we long to know.

LAND OF REST.

O land of rest, for thee I sigh

My spirit longs to go, Where trees immortal flourish bright,

And living waters flow.
My spirit flutters to be gone,

Where I shall sin no more ;
I'd boldly cross old Jordan's floods,

To hail that blissful shoie.

Our joys will there perpetuate,

Our spirits know no grief, There unencumber'd we shall fly,

And bow at Jesus' feet.

My Saviour opened up the way,

And welcomes me to come ;
On wings of faith l’ll soar away,

To my eternal home.
My home it is in heaven above,

And there I long to dwell;
My spirit there will ne'er grow weak,

And never say farewell.
My home abounds with sacrerl joys,

For it I truly long;
I fain would leave this world of woes,

And swell the heavenly throng. There trees of life surround my house,

There streams of glory rise, Transparent beams do there support,

The mansions in the skies.

USEFULNESS.

(Go yo, therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them it the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghos'.—Mathew 23: 19. This solitary passage is enough to convince the reader that he is not to fold his hands, and say he has naught lo do. Holiness of heart, and an active life, are emphatically recommended by our Divine Teacher. His lifo was one of active benevolence. It was this that induced him to leave the courts of glory, and clothe himself with humanity and suffer the perse. cutions of an unbelieving nation, insomuch that he cried out, “ Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air havo nesls, but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head."']

Oh, when will grace the heart refine,

And love flow through the soul, Till eyery passion is subdued,

Perfection true unfold.

O let the streams of perfect lore,

Flow through our every heart, Till we are every one made whole,

And pure in every pait.

Why do we live so far beneath,

Our privileges here; No height, no depth, nor length, nor breadth,

Can scan the useful sphere.

If we can number up the souls,

That are exposed io death, We'll tell to all the saints abroad,

Their bounds of usefulness.

Will you now fold

your

hands to rest, And say there's naught to do, While souls are bastening to the grave,

To sink in endless woe.

Now ye that loiter by the way,
Arise

up

from the dust, And every duty to discharge,

Go freely bear the cross.

Oh, free our hearts from unbelief,

Let faith now make us whole, Help us to freely bear the cross,

Of warning sinful souls.

Help us to point them to the Lord,

Who will their guilt remove,
And when in death they close their eyes,

Will bear them safe above.

LOSS OF SIGHT.

Behold the bright Sun in full glory arise,
Illuming creation and gilding the skies;
The planets grow paler and swiftly they fly,
Till Sol lakes possession alone of the sky.

I once did behold the bright glories of morn,
But my sight now has left and we'er will return;
I gazed on the beauties that did me surround,
My heart fill'd with pleasure and hope did abound.

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