Thou and the world must part,
However hard it be;

My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.

Ye tempting sweets, forbear;
Ye dearest idols, fall;
My love ye must not share,
Jesus shall have it all;

'T is bitter pain, 't is cruel smart,
But, ah! thou must consent, my heart!

Ye fair, enchanting throng,
Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,
And now I break the spell;
Ye cherished joys of former years,
Jesus, forgive these parting tears!

But must I part with all ?

My heart still fondly pleads; Yes,- Dagon's self must fall,

It beats, it throbs, it bleeds:

Is there no balm in Gilead found,.
To soothe and heal the smarting wound?

O, yes, there is a balm,

A kind Physician there,

My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair:

Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free,
And I will all resign to thee.

O, may I feel thy worth,
And let no idol dare,
No vanity of earth,

With thee, my Lord, compare!

Now bid all worldly joys depart,

And reign supremely in my heart.

J. TAYLOR.

THE ROD.

"Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it."— Mic. vi. 9.

My Father and my God,

O, set this spirit free!

I'd gladly kiss the rod

That drove my trembling soul to thee,

And made it thine eternally.

Sweet were the bitterest smart,

That with the bended knee

Would bow this broken heart; For who, my Saviour, who could be A sufferer long, that flies to thee?

The tears we shed for sin,
When heaven alone can see,
Leave truer peace within,

Than worldly smiles, which cannot be
Lit up, my God, with smiles from thee.

Then give me any lot,

I'll bless thy just decree,
So thou art not forgot,
And I may ne'er dependent be
On any friend, my God, but thee!

As needle to the pole,

There fixed, but tremblingly,
Such be my trusting soul,

Whate'er life's variations be,

For ever pointing, Lord, to thee!

MONSELL.

GRATEFUL FOR CHASTISEMENT.

"Therefore I take pleasure in distresses, for Christ's sake."-2 Cor. xii. 10.

MUCH have I borne, but not as I should bear;
The proud will unsubdued, the formal prayer,
Tell me thou yet wilt chide, thou canst not spare,

O Lord, thy chastening rod.

O, help me, Father! for my sinful heart
Back from this discipline of grief would start,
Unmindful of his sorer, deeper smart,

Who died for me, my God!

Yet, if each wish denied, each woe and pain,
Break but some link of that oppressive chain
Which binds me still to earth, and leaves a stain
Thou only canst remove,-

Then am I blest,- O bliss from man concealed!
If here to Christ, the weak one's tower and shield,
My heart, through sorrow, be set free to yield
A service of deep love.

THE SUFFERER LOOKING TO CHRIST.

"Forasmuch, then, as Christ hath suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves likewise with the same mind."-1 Peter iv. 1.

WHEN human hopes all wither,
And friends no aid supply,
Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye?
'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Midst darker, deadlier shade,
That cross, where thou didst suffer,
On Calvary was displayed.

On that my gaze I fasten,

My refuge that I make;

Though sorely thou mayst chasten,

Thou never canst forsake.

Thou on that cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned thy head;
And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.

THE SAVIOUR'S SYMPATHY.

"For we have not an high-priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin."-Heb. iv. 15.

As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,

The thought, how comforting and sweet!

Christ trod this very path before;

Our wants and weaknesses he knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.

Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear,
The recollection will remain,

More deeply did he suffer here.
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief!

If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,

And whisper evil things within,

So did he, in the desert way,

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;