A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress!

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late,
Wake me to righteousness.

Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come

To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

Be this my one great business here,
With holy diligence and fear
To make my calling sure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

WESLEY.

OUR REST.

"For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”— Rom. viii. 18.

My feet are worn and weary with the march
Over the rough road and up the steep hill-side;
O city of our God! I fain would see

Thy pastures green, where peaceful waters glide.

My hands are weary, toiling on,

Day after day, for perishable meat;
O city of our God! I fain would rest,
I sigh to gain thy glorious mercy-seat.

My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust,
Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way,
Would fain be made, O Lord, my righteousness!
Spotless and white in heaven's unclouded ray.

My eyes are weary looking at the sin,

Impiety, and scorn upon

the earth;

O city of our God! within thy walls

All—all are clothed again with thy new birth.

My heart is weary of its own deep sin,
Sinning, repenting, sinning still again;

When shall my soul thy glorious presence feel,
And find, dear Saviour, it is free from stain?

Patience, poor
soul! the Saviour's feet were worn;
The Saviour's heart and hands were weary, too;
His garments stained, and travel-worn, and old;
His vision blinded with a pitying dew.

Love thou the path of sorrow that he trod;
Toil on, and wait in patience for thy rest;
O city of our God! we soon shall see

Thy glorious walls, home of the loved and blest.

I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAYS.

Job vii. 16.

EARTH is the spirit's rayless cell;

But then, as a bird soars home to the shade

Of the beautiful wood, where its nest was made, In bonds no more to dwell;

So will its weary wing

Be spread for the skies, when its toil is done;
And its breath flow free, as a bird's in the sun,
And the soft fresh gales of spring.

O, not more sweet the tears

Of the dewy eve on the violet shed,
Than the dews of age on the "hoary head,”
When it enters the eve of years.

Nor dearer amid the foam

Of the far-off sea, and its stormy roar,

Is a breath of balm from the unseen shore, To him that weeps for home.

Wings, like a dove, to fly !

The spirit is faint with its feverish strife ;O for its home in the upper life!

When, when will death draw nigh?

VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.

"Brought life and immortality to light."-2 Tim. i. 10.

NIGHT turns to day :

When sullen darkness lowers,

And heaven and earth are hid from sight,

Cheer up, cheer up!

Ere long the opening flowers,

With dewy eyes, shall shine in light.

Storms die in calms:

When over land and ocean

Roll the loud chariots of the wind,

Winter wakes spring:

When icy blasts are blowing

O'er frozen lakes, through naked trees,
Cheer up, cheer up!

All beautiful and glowing,

May floats in fragrance on the breeze.

War ends in peace :

Though dread artillery rattle,

And ghastly corpses load the ground,
Cheer up, cheer up!

Where groaned the field of battle,
The song, the dance, the feast go round.

Toil brings repose:

With noontide fervors beating,

When droop thy temples o'er thy breast,

Cheer up, cheer up!

Gray twilight, cool and fleeting,

Wafts on its wing the hour of rest.

Death springs to life:

Though brief and sad thy story,
Thy years all spent in care and gloom,

Look up, look up!

Eternity and glory

Dawn through the portals of the tomb.

MONTGOMERY.