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CHRIST OUR PEACE.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

CHRIST OUR PEACE.

I THOUGHT upon my sins, and I was sad,

My soul was troubled sore and filled with pain; But then I thought on Jesus and was glad, My heavy grief was turned to joy again.

I thought upon the law, the fiery law,
Holy, and just, and good in its decree;

I looked to Jesus, and in Him I saw
That law fulfilled, its curse endured for me.

I thought I saw an angry frowning God

Sitting as Judge upon the great white throne; My soul was overwhelmed,--then Jesus showed His gracious face, and all my dread was gone.

CHRIST OUR PEACE.

I saw my sad estate, condemned to die,

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Then terror seized my heart, and dark despair; But when to Calvary I turned my eye,

I saw the cross, and read forgiveness there.

I saw that I was lost, far gone astray,

No hope of safe return there seemed to be; But then I heard that Jesus was the way,

A new and living way prepared for me.

Then in that way, so free, so safe, so sure,
Sprinkled all o'er with reconciling blood,
Will I abide, and never wander more,

Walking along in fellowship with God.

GOD'S ISRAEL.

"HAPPY Sons of Israel,

Who in pleasant Canaan dwell;"
Happy they, but happier we,
If Jehovah's own we be.

Happy citizens who wait

Within Salem's hallowed gate;

Happy they, but happier we
Who the heavenly Salem see.

Happy sons of Levi there,

Who within thy house of prayer
Always stand; but happier we,

Day and night still praising Thee.

For Jerusalem above

Is the city that we love;

Jerusalem our home we call,—

Heavenly mother of us all.

The first two lines of the above are from the old translation of the 66th Psalm by George Sandys.

THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS.

OPPRESSED with ncon-day's scorching heat,

To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat;

No shade like this for me!

Beneath that cross clear waters burst,

A fountain sparkling free;

And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent ;
No home like this for me!

For burdened ones a resting-place,

Beside that cross I see;

Here I cast off my

weariness;

No rest like this for me!

CHILD'S PRAYER.

"They that seek me early shall find me."-PROV., viii. 17.

HOLY FATHER! hear my cry,

Holy Saviour! bend thine ear,
Holy Spirit! come thou nigh;

Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear.

Father, save me from my sin,

Saviour, I thy mercy crave,
Gracious Spirit, make me clean;
Father, Son, and Spirit save.

Father, let me taste thy love,
Saviour, fill my soul with peace,

Spirit, come my heart to move;
Father, Son, and Spirit bless.

Father, Son, and Spirit-thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.