Our Sap of life the GOSPEL LAW,
Our Fruit divinest CHARITY!

O! thus we glorify thy name,
From age to distant age the same,
A CHURCH expanding more and more
Its perfect light the wide earth o'er;
Revealing still Salvation's rays
From one pure source and centre blaze;
And multiplying yet the good,

In an eternal brotherhood,

Thus will we pass rejoicing on,

A mighty and triumphant host,
Firm in the holy union

Of FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST;
With angels and with seraphs raise
The song of our ETERNAL PRAISE!

W. MARTIN.

OUR MORNING STAR.

"I am the bright and morning star."-REV. xxii.
O MORNING Star, bring forth the day!
To those benighted in their way;
Cheer with thy soul-reviving ray

The weary christian traveller,
So prone to stumble and to err :
SAVIOUR of men-bring forth the DAY!
We grope about in darkness here,
The slaves of doubt, the slaves of fear:
Come forth, to make our pathway clear;

Dawn on our steps, and make them bright With the full glory of Thy light; SAVIOUR of men-bring forth the DAY!

134 THE HEAVENLY AND THE EARTHLY.

As shipwreck'd mariners oft strain
Their eyes on the benighted main,
For day's lost light to break again;
So we look upward to the skies,

To see our "Star of hope" arise:
SAVIOUR of men-bring forth the DAY!
Thou comest, LORD, whene'er we pray!
Thyself the LIGHT, the TRUTH, the WAY,
Beaming about this sluggish clay,

To cheer and bless our heavenly road,
And bring the wanderer to God:
SAVIOUR of men-thine is the DAY!

To brighten this our earthly gloom,
Thou burst the darkness of the tomb;
And shalt through time thy church illume,
With gospel glory far and wide,
Salvation's gift to none denied:
SAVIOUR OF MEN-THOU art the DAY!

W. MARTIN.

THE HEAVENLY AND THE EARTHLY.

I STOOD upon a desert wild,

Where thorns and weeds were growing,

And not a single blossom smiled
And not a flower was blowing,

Save one sweet rose.

I look'd upon the ruffled plain

Of ocean in its roaring;

Yet on that tempest-troubled main,
Its calmer wave restoring,

The halcyon rode.

I look'd upon a dreary cave

That seem'd to weep in sorrow;
But yet its depths a glory gave,
Which every tear did borrow

From one pure gem.

I look'd upon the dismal sky

Where cloud on cloud was crowding;
Yet, 'mid the blue of heaven's own eye,
Which storm and night were shrouding,
One bright star shone.

That rose and halcyon, gem and star,
Like heavenly things to earthly are.

W. MARTIN.

TO AN AFFLICTED SOUL.

FAINT not and fade not, though struck to the dust;
The Lord is thy refuge, thy God is thy trust:
Sigh not; oh! sigh not, oh! drop not a tear;
Thy Father's arm binds thee, and why shouldst
thou fear?

Yea, though thy dearest of hopes seem all blighted,
Yea, though thou feelest all lone and benighted,
Still bright be thine eye, and still tranquil thy breast,
The hand that afflicted can lull thee to rest.
Though the days of thy blooming existence are gone,
And thy light has sunk down like a wintery sun,
And the joys of life's morning have wither'd away,
Yet still thou art heir to a lovelier day.

Arouse thee, then, Spirit, and shake off this sleep, Where the dreams of the past but compel thee

to weep;

Arouse thee, and spread the soft down of thy wings To the land of the bless'd, where thy own seraph

sings.

Oh! blend with the hymns and the praises of those Who have triumph'd o'er earth, and conquer'd their woes;

Thy spiritual songs cannot fail to unite

Thy soul with thy own darling spirit of light. Thus blended in praise, thus united in prayer, What woes are too great or too poignant to bear? While Faith speaks of being united again,

How poor is the grief, and how weak is the pain! W. MARTIN.

PASSING AWAY.

"Passing away" is written on the world, and all the world contains. IT is written on the rose,

In its glory's full array;

Read what those buds disclose-
"Passing away."

It is written on the skies

Of the soft blue summer day;

It is traced in sunset's dyes-
"Passing away."

It is written on the trees,

As there young leaves glistening play; And on brighter things than these"Passing away."

It is written on the brow

Where the spirit's ardent ray
Lives, burns, and triumphs now-
Passing away."

It is written on the heart

Alas! that there decay
Should claim from love a part!
"Passing away."

Friends, friends! oh! shall we meet
Where the spoiler finds no prey,
Where lovely things and sweet
Pass not away?

Shall we know each other's eyes
With the thoughts that in them lay,
When they meet within the skies
Which pass away?

Oh! if this may be so,

Speed, speed their closing day!

How blest, from earth's vain show,
To pass away!

MRS. HEMANS.

THE APOSTLES' CREED.

"Hold fast the form of sound words-in Faith and Love which is in Christ Jesus."-1 TIM. i. 13.

STAND up, thou Christian Soldier-the cross is on

thy brow,

holy vow;

And thou hast made a solemn pledge, a high and [taught, Defend and hold inviolate, as thou hast long been The FAITH for which from age to age thy fathers

nobly fought.

Stand up, as thy belief is sure, stand forth in word and deed,

Confess with open voice and heart before all men

thy creed;