Then, though thou bow my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

The very hand that strikes the blow
Was wounded once for me.

"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing."-2 Cor. 6: 10.

"It is our nature to rejoice when all within and without is undisturbed; the miracle is, 'To rejoice in tribulation;' and this miracle is continually wrought as the believer is passing through the wilderness."

Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take,
Loud, to the love of praise divine,
Bid every string awake.

Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.

His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.

If through unruffled seas

Toward heaven we calmly sail,

With grateful hearts, O God! to thee,
We'll own the fostering gale.

But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, Which drives us nearer home.

Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own; And when the joys of sense depart, To live by faith alone.

When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame; Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name.

Wait till the shadows flee;

Wait thy appointed hour;

Wait till the bridegroom of thy soul,

Reveals his love with

power.

The time of love will come,
Then we shall clearly see

Not only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say: "For me."

2

"Now is our salvation nearer than when we believed." Rom. 13: 11.

"Only let us not weary; the miles to that land are fewer and shorter than when we first believed. Strangers are not wise to quarrel with their host and complain of their lodging. It is a foul way, but a fair home."

My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I, a pilgrim stranger,

Would not detain them as they fly

Those hours of toil and danger.

For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our distant home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,

Let every lamp be burning.

For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, etc.

Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest naught can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.

For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, etc.

Let sorrow's rudest tempests blow,

Each chord on earth to sever;

Our King says come, and there's our home,
Forever, oh! forever.

For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, etc.

"I desire that ye faint not at my tribulations."- Eph. 3:13.

"The sick-room, the sick-bed has its special, its appropriate duties duties to the full as difficult, as honorable, as remunerative, as any which devolve on the Christian whilst yet in his unbroken strength. They are not precisely the same duties as belonged to the man in health, but they differ only by such differences as a change in outward circumstances and position will always introduce."

Wish not, dear friends, my pain away-
Wish me a wise and thankful heart,
With God in all my griefs to stay,
Nor from his loved correction start.

In life's long sickness evermore

Our thoughts are tossing to and fro;
We change our posture o'er and o'er,
But can not rest, nor cheat our wo.

Were it not better to lie still,

Let him strike home, and bless the rod,
Never so safe as when our will

Yields undiscerned by all but God ?

"Men ought always to pray, and not to faint."-Luke 18: 1.

PRAYER FOR

PATIENCE IN

SICKNESS.

O Lord! shall a living man complain—a man for the punishment of his sins? Shall I, who am less than the least of all thy mercies, which have been new unto me every morning, and every moment of my life, complain

when, for a season, some of these are withdrawnwhen, instead of the health of body which I have so long enjoyed, but so little improved, alas! to thy glory, thou visitest me with pining sickness-when, instead of the relish with which I have hitherto partaken of the gifts of thy providence, all are now become as physicians of no value-when thou holdest mine eyes waking, and I am so troubled that I can not speak, and even the kindness and sympathy of friends can yield no relief to my sorrow-when thus thou seemest to hide thy face from me, to hedge up my way with thorns, and for peace I have great bitterness, shall I grow weary of thy correction, faint when rebuked of thee, and say: "My strength and hope are perished from the Lord ?" Holy Father, forbid it.

Rather let me consider the years of the right hand of the Most High, when thou didst make the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice over me, loading me with thy benefits. Let me remember, that thy faithfulness and love are no less displayed in creating the darkness than in forming the light. Oh! may I humble myself under thy mighty hand, and adore thy holy name, that in the midst of suffering thou permittest me to sing of mercy as well as of judgment, making the valley of Achor a door of hope; when I consider what is the portion I have deserved at thy hand, may I not only possess my soul in patience, but esteem it a blessed thing to be chastened of the Lord, that I may not be condemned with the world. From the pain of my body may I be led to feel more of the plague of my heart, knowing that sin is the cause of all suffering; that, on account of which the whole creation groaneth