O mem'ry, leave no other name
But His recorded there!

NOEL.

RESIGNATION.

1 In trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheer'd my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.

2 The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosp'rous days refus'd;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they're bruised.
3 The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs
By furious blasts are driv❜n:
So life's vicissitudes the more
Have fix'd my heart in heav'n.

4 All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot
In other times may be,

I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to thee.

WALKING WITH GOD.

1 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!

R. P.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove! return
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 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.

COWPER.

RETIREMENT.

1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;

From scenes where Satan wages still
His most succesful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree;

And seem, by that sweet bounty, made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine;
And (all harmonious names in one,)
My Saviour, thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.

COWPER.

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

Group after group are gathering-such as prest

Once to their Saviour's arms, and gently

laid

Their cherub heads upon his shielding breast Though sterner souls the fond approac

forbade ;

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Group after group glide on with noiseless tread,

And round Jehovah's sacred altar meet, Where holy thoughts in infant hearts are bred,

And holy words their ruby lips repeat, Oft with a chastened glance, in modulation sweet.

Yet some there are, upon whose childish brows

Wan poverty hath done the work of care; Look up, ye sad ones! 'tis your father's house Beneath whose consecrated doom you are; More gorgeous robes you see, and trappings

rare,

And watch the gaudier forms that gaily

move,

And deem, perchance, mistaken as you are, The "coat of many colours" prove his love, Whose sign is in the heart, and whose reward above.

And ye, blest labourers in this humble sphere, To deeds of saintlike charity inclin'd, Who from your cells of meditation dear Come forth to guide the weak, untutored mind;

Yet ask no payment, save one smile refined Of grateful love-one tear of contrite pain! Meekly ye forfeit to your mission kind

Save, Lord! or we perish-Matt. viii. 25. When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,

We fly to our maker: "save, Lord! or we perish."

O, Jesus! once rock'd on the breast of the

billow,

Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy

pillow,

Now seated in glory, the mariners cherish,
Who cries in his anguish,

we perish."

66 save, Lord! or

And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is

raging,

When sin in our breasts his wild warfare is

waging,

Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish,

Rebuke the destroyer, "save, Lord! or we

perish."

HEBER.