Enforce each human sufferer's strong appeal,
And teach the selfish breast what others feel.
Wast thou the guide of life, mankind might know
A soft exemption from the worst of woe.
No more would spleen or passion banish rest,
And plant a pang in fond Affection's breast;
By one harsh word, one altered look, destroy
Her peace, and wither every opening joy ;
Scarce can her tongue the captious wrong explain,
The slight offence, that gives so keen a pain ;
The affected ease that slights her starting tear,
The words whose coldness kills from lips so dear;
The hand she loves alone can point the dart,
Whose hidden sting could wound no other heart;
These, of all pains, the sharpest we endure,
The heart which now inflicts would spring to cure.
WILLIAMS.
All nature is society,
All nature's voices harmony;
All colours blend to form pure light.
-Why then should Christians not unite?
Thus to the Father prayed the Son,
"One may they be as We are One,
That I in them, and Thou in Me,
They one with us may ever be."
Children of God, combine your bands,
Brethren in Christ, join hearts and hands,
And pray-for so the Father willed-
That the Son's prayer may be fulfilled.
XLVI. THE CHRISTIAN WALK.
As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in Him.COL. ii. 6.
He that saith he abideth in Him, ought himself also so to walk, even as He walked.-1 JOHN ii. 6.
Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children.-EPH. v. 1.
Gen. v. 24-vi. 9—xvii. 1—xlviii. 15-Levit. xxvi. 23, 24Num. xiv. 24-Deut. v. 32, 33—viii. 6—x. 12—xiii. 4—xxviii. 9 -1 Sam. xii. 20, 21-1 Kings ii. 4-viii. 23-2 Kings xx. 32 Chron. vi. 14-xv. 2-Psalm xv. 1, 2-1. 23—lxxxi. 13, 14— lxxxiv. 11-lxxxv. 8, 13-lxxxvi. 11-lxxxix. 15-cxvi.9-cxix. 1, 3-Prov. ii. 20-x. 9-xii. 28-xv. 24-Eccles. xi. 9-Isaiah ii. 3, 5-xxx. 21-xl. 31-Jer. vi. 16-vii. 23-Hos. xiv. 9Mic. ii. 7-iv. 5-vi. 8-Zech x. 12.
Matt. vii. 13, 14-xvi. 24-Luke i. 6-ix. 23-John viii. 12— xi. 9, 10-xii. 35-Acts ii. 28-iv. 13—ix. 31-Rom. iv. 12—vi. 4—viii. 1—xiii. 13-1 Cor. vii. 17—ix. 24-xi. 1-2 Cor. v. 7— Gal. ii. 14-v. 16, 25-vi. 16-Eph. ii. 2, 10-iv. 1, 17, 18, 20, 21 -v. 1, 2, 8, 15—Phil. i. 27—iii. 16, 17, 20—iv. 8-Col. i. 9, 10ii. 6-iv. 5-1 Thes. i. 6-ii. 11, 12—iv. 1—v. 10–1 Tim. iv. 15 -vi. 11-Heb. xi. 5-xii. 1-1 Pet. iv. 3-1 John i. 5-7-ii. 6— 2 John 4-3 John 3, 4, 11-Rev. xiv. 4.
Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light, to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and His word?
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame:
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
True happiness had no localities,
No tones provincial, no peculiar garb.
Where duty went, she went; with justice went,
And went with meekness, charity, and love,
Where'er a tear was dried; a bruised spirit with the dew
Of sympathy anointed; or a pang
Of honest suffering soothed; or injury,
Repeated oft, as oft by love forgiven ;-
Where'er an evil passion was subdued,
Or virtue's feeble embers fanned: where'er
A sin was heartily abjured and left;
Where'er a pious act was done, or breathed
A pious prayer, or wished a pious wish,—
There was a holy and holy place, a spot
Of secret light, a most religious fane,
Where happiness, descending, sat and smiled.
Children of God, who pacing slow,
Your pilgrim path pursue,
In strength and weakness, joy and woe,
To God's high calling true-
Why move you thus, with ling'ring tread,
A doubtful, mournful band?
Why faintly hangs the drooping head?
Why fails the feeble hand?
Oh! weak to know a Saviour's power,
To feel a Father's care;
A moment's toil, a passing shower,
Is all the grief ye share.
The Lord of Light, though veil'd awhile,
He hides his noontide ray,
Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile,
To gild the closing day;
And, bursting through the dusky shroud
That dar'd His power invest,
Ride thron'd in light o'er ev'ry cloud,
And guide you to His rest.
With weary steps, yet bright and hopeful eyes,
Hearts worn, yet full of happy auguries,
They journey on toward Zion; each with each
Holdeth a strain of calm and useful speech;
To those who meet them, or who cross their path,
Be their words smoothly artful, or in wrath,
They answer meekly, never tarrying, “ You
Who would converse, must journey with us too!"
They are a humble, yet a fearless band,
Each bears the staff of promise in his hand ;
They walk through scenes of grandeur or of glee,
In their grey mantle of humility;
They heed not cutting jest or scornful scoff,
They pass in peace, just calmly shaking off
The dust of earth, that would defile their feet,
And smiling on their injurers, sadly sweet.
But see these way worn pilgrims, if their need
Should prompt them to stern strife, and daring deed,
Lo! from beneath the covering mantle, gleams
The armour of the Christian soldier; beams,
Brighter than sunshine, play around the sword,
The piercing falchion of the Eternal Word.
The helmet of salvation o'er their brows,
The shield of faith upon each bosom glows;
With these they strive and conquer, till at last
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