Into the garden Jesus went,
Our burden he did bear,

His sweat was as great drops of bload,
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.

Wih 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;
may I live like my blest Lord,
And pattern after him.

How 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 shore.

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 I'll soar away,
Το
my eternal home.

My home it is in heaven above,
And there I long to dwell;

My spirit there will ne'er grow weak, farewell.

And never say

My home abounds with sacred 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 ye, therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them i the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.-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 to do. Holiness of heart, and an active life, are emphatically recommended by our Divine Teacher. His life 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 have nests, 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 every passion is subdued,
Perfection true unfold.

O let the streams of perfect love,
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 to 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 hastening 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 takes 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.

Although I can taste the pure breezes of moru,
I cannot behold the fair beauties of noon,
Nor tell when the sun sets at eve in the west
But as nature retires in stillness to rest.

My hopes are all blighted, my usefulness done,
I sigh for the knowledge that doth me surround:
The sphere must be limited in which I do move,
And I'll seek for that knowledge which comes
from above.

My soul, when its blest with the knowledge of God,
Oh! then I'll not sigh for a greater reward;
But blessed with such knowledge to glory I'll rise.
And
gaze on my
Saviour with unclounded eyes,

WORKS OF CREATION.

[The heavens.declare the glory of God, and the firma. ment showeth his handy work.-Psalms 19:1. Who stretcheth out the heavens like a curtain.--Ib. 104: 2. The earth is the Lord's,and the fulness thereof.-Ib. 24: 1.

The heavens declare God's handy work,
Likewise his power and glory show;
The skies are like a curtain hung,

His wisdom still there's none can know.

With his own hand each star he placed,
And spread the flowing deeps abroad;
This world by his own power was formed,
Its maker was the Mighty Lord.