So guilty, so helpless am I,
I could not confide in his word,
Nor on his protection rely,
Unless I could call him my

Lord.

3 Some call him a Savior in word,
But mix their own works with the plan;
And hope he his help will afford,
When they have done all that they can.
If doings pro ve rather too light,
(A little they own they may fail)
They purpose to make up full weight
By casting his name in the scale.

4 Some style him the pearl of great price,
And say he's the fountain of joys;
Yet feed upon folly and vice,

And cleave to the world and its toys:
Like Judas, the Savior they kiss,
And while they salute him betray.
Ah! what will profession like this,
Avail in that terrible day!

5 If ask'd what of Jesus I think?

Though still my best thoughts are but poor,
I say he's my meat and my drink,

My life, and my strength, and my store.
My shepherd, my husband, my friend,
My Savior from sin and from thrall,
My hope from beginning to end,
My portion, my Lord, and my all.

99

L. M.

Perseverance in the Christian life.

ROAD is the road that leads to death,

Band thousands walk together there;

While wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would win this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And treads the path of life no more, Forgets what joys await thy saints,

And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Let not my hopes, like such, be vain; But striving with thy faithful few, May I that pledge of glory gain, Which false pretenders never knew.

100

C. M.
Regeneration.

INNERS, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;

For Christ the Savior hath declar'd,
"Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner's boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
"Ye must be born again."

3 Our nature's totally depraved,The heart a sink of sin;

Without a change we can't be saved; "Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain;

Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.

IFT up your hearts to things above,
Ye followers of the Lamb,

And join with us to praise his love,
And glorify his name.

2 To Jesus' name give thanks and sing,
Whose mercies never end;
Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King,
The King is now our Friend.

3 We for his sake count all things loss,
On earthly good look down,
And joyfully sustain the cross,
Till we receive the crown.

4 0 let us stir each other up,
Our faith by works t' approve;
By holy purifying hope,

And the sweet task of love.

5 Let all who for the promise wait,
The Holy Ghost receive;

And rais'd to our unsinning state,
With God in Eden live.

6 Live till the Lord in glory come,
And wait his heav'n to share;
He now is fitting up your home,
we'll meet you there.

102

Go on,

P. M.

NCE more in the Redeemer's name,
Dear brethren we have met again,

To speak, and pray, and sing;
Now let each one obey the call,
Of him who tasted death for all,
Our everlasting king.

2 Since I was here, how have you done? How have you walk'd, how have you run? Or, like the eagle, flew,

Or have you fell in despond's slough?
Then look to him who sees you now,
To raise your minds anew.

3 What kind of manna have you had?
Come tell me whether good or bad;

The source from whence it came; Have you been fed from Christ above, By those who say they came in love, To lead along the lame?

4 Does union in your hearts abound, As once it did to hear the sound,

Of trembling groans and cries? When all as one, to Christ did go, To save them from that dreadful wo And wipe their weeping eyes?

5 Christ crucified is what I know, His cause the reason why I go,

O'er hills and valleys through; 'Tis for his cause I leave my home, To sound his fame, for this I roam; For this I come to you.

6 And while I'm call'd to leave my home, And o'er creation wide to roam, My friends may think of me,

Not knowing what or how I do,
While I am come to visit you
And preach the gospel free.

7 0 Jesus come fill all our souls,
May we all be like golden bowls,
Around thine altar strung;

Our cups o'er flow with love sincere,
Till we shall sing salvation clear,
In everlasting songs.

103

P. M.

The gloom of Autumn.

HAIL, ye sighing sons of sorrow,

View with me th' Autumnal gloom;

Learn from thence your fate to-morrow,
Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb.
See all nature fading, dying,

Silent, all things seem to mourn,
Life from vegetation flying,

Brings to mind, the mould'ring urn.

2 What to me are autumn's treasures,
Since I know no earthly joy,
Long I've lost all earthly pleasures,
Time must youth and health destroy.
Pleasures once I fondly courted,

Shared each bliss that youth bestows,
But, to see where then I sported,
Now embitters all my woes.

3 Age and sorrow since have blasted,
Every youthful, pleasing dream;
Quiv'ring age, with youth contrasted,
Oh, how short their glories seem.