2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

3 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

4 Rivers of love and mercy here,
In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows

In floods of truth divine.

5 The happy gates of gospel peace
Stand open night and day;
And all may come and get supplies,
To drive their wants away.

THE PATH OF VIRTUE.
By P. H. Sweetzer.

F others spend their youthful days
In ignorance and crime,

IF

We'll walk in wisdom's pleasant ways,

And paths of folly shun.

If others toil for wealth and fame,
That vanish in an hour;

Give us the riches of the mind,

We'll envy them no more.

2 While we have life, and health, and home, And friends and kindred dear,

We'll not forget the poor, who roam;
Nor friends nor home to cheer.
Our God, our father, and our friend,
Teach us to know thy ways;

And when on earth our days shall end,
In heaven to sing thy praise!

M°

TORTALS, awake, with angels join,
And chant the joyous lay;

Hope, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail the auspicious day.

In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.

2 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
Down through the portals of the sky
The impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

DELIGHT.

Contributed by S. W. Tucker, of Bucksport, Maine.

WE

HAT heavenly bliss will soon be mine,
Ere earthly toils are o'er;

I'll fly to that eternal clime,
Where sorrow comes no more.

2 My longing soul will soon unloose
The bonds that bind it here;
And in that land will I repose,
Where drops no falling tear.

3 A mansion bright as rubies are,
Forever shall be mine;

And on my brow that guiding star
Eternally will shine.

4 These transient scenes no more allure
My spirit here below;

I long to reach my home so pure,

That home devoid of woe.

JOY TO THE WORLD.

OY to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her king;
him room,

Let every heart prepare

And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.

3 He rules the world with truth and grace;
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

BLISS.

Contributed by S. W. Tucker, Bucksport, Maine.
ARK! what sweet voices do I hear
Approaching us to-night?

H

They seem more heavenly as they near;
They fill me with delight.

2 I've heard them oft, and still I hear
Their accents soft and low;

They come to wipe the falling tear,
As through this world we go.

3 'Tis angel voices that I hear,
I recognize them now;

They've come from heaven's immortal sphere,
Rich truths in us to sow.

4 'Tis earthly ties attract them here,
From their bright homes above;

Then why should we despond or fear,
While meriting their love?

5 They'll guide our earthly steps aright,
If we their teachings heed;

And lead us where there is no night,
Our hungry souls to feed.

THE ONENESS OF MIND AND MATTER.

HE glorious universe around,

THE

The heavens with all their train;
Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound
In one mysterious chain.

2 The earth, the ocean, and the sky,
To form one world agree;
Where all that walk or swim or fly,
Compose one family.

3 God in creation thus displays
His wisdom and his might;
While all his works, with all his ways,
Harmoniously unite.

4 In one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,

The saints below, and saints above,

Their bliss and glory find.

HEAVENLY COMMUNION.

WEET are the ties that bind in one,
The family above;

For through their hearts the raptures run,
Of God's eternal love.

2 There everlasting spring unfolds
The flowers of every clime;
And every form the mind beholds,
Is beauteous and sublime.

3 God's love is glory in the sky,
And music in the air;
And every breath is melody,
And every thought is prayer.
4 No self contracts the ardent breast,
No thought of mine or thine;
But those in beauty crown the rest,
Whose hearts are most divine.

5 These are the angel-friends who come,
When night is calm and still,
With visions of their blessed home,
Our quickened hearts to thrill.

6 Upon the suffering martyr's way,
Hope's brilliant light they shed;
To every child of woe they say,
"Dear heart, be comforted."

7 Give us, our Father, so to live,
That we may feel and see,
Those fairest angels who receive

Their life's sweet love from thee.

A PLACE OF PEACE BEYOND THE SKIES.

THERE is a place of sacred rest,

Far, far beyond the skies;

Where beauty smiles eternally,
And pleasure never dies.

2 When tossed upon the waves of life,
With fear on every side;

When fiercely howls the gathering storm,
And foams the angry tide;

3 Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom,
Breaks forth the light of morn;

Bright beaming from my Father's house,
To cheer the soul forlorn.

4 The vision of that heavenly home
Shall cheer the parting soul;
And o'er it, mounting to the skies,
A tide of rapture roll.

5 For there, adieus are sounds unknown;
Death frowns not on that scene;

But life and glorious beauty shine
Untroubled and serene.