When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee. Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains Will I remember thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Thou wilt remember me. Montgomery. II. Ir human kindness meets return, O! shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him who died, our fears to quell, While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd Remember Thee! thy death, thy shame, O Memory, leave no other name Bernard Barton. CONVERSATION AT THE SUPPER. "I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life."-John xiv. 6. I. THOU art the Way- and he who sighs, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow, By thee must come, thou gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod ; Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting place in God. Thou art the Truth whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb; The light, that out of darkness springs, Thou art the Life- the blessed well, With living waters gushing o'er, Which those who drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more; Thou art the mystic pillar given, Our lamp by night, our light by day; Thou art the sacred bread from heaven;Thou art the Life- the Truth the Way. Anonymous. II. THIS world is like a wilderness Though overhung with clouds of wrath, And yet, none ever need to stray Oh! many snares our steps surround, False light our way attends, And still in all our paths are found False foes, and fearful friends. False, false are pleasure's siren smiles, False is the glare of wealth, False are ambition's flattering wiles, And false the flush of health. Still, for our guide, in age and youth, Christ is the fountain of all TRUTH! O'er all the daily paths we tread, We seem, the living with the dead, To travel side by side. Death reigns in every hideous form With undenied control; While sin, that foul, devouring worm, Corrupts and kills the soul. But faith looks calmly, 'inid the strife, To Jesus, her "eternal LIFE! Though dark the wilderness of sin, With snares on every side; Though foes without, and foes within, Tempt us from truth aside; Though every awful form of death Conspire to give alarm; Let humble hope and fervent faith Dispel the fearful charm For Jesus condescends to say, "I AM THE LIFE—THE TRUTH-THE WAY!" Religious Magazine. III. "If ye love me, keep my commandments."- John xiv. 15. If Love, the noblest, purest, best, OUR LOVE! yea, sooner may the hand There's not a hope, with comfort fraught, His image meets me in the hour |