Art thou a weeper? Grief shall fly,
For who can weep with Jesus by?
No terror shall thy hopes annoy,
No tear except the tear of joy.

Admit Him; for the human breast
Ne'er entertain'd so kind a guest.
Admit Him; for you can't expel;
Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell.

Admit Him; ere His anger burn,
His feet depart, ne'er to return;
Admit Him; or the hour's at hand,
When at His door denied you'll stand.

Yet know (nor of the terms complain),
If Jesus comes, He comes to reign;
To reign, and with no partial sway;
Thoughts must be slain that disobey.

Sov'reign of souls! Thou Prince of peace! Oh may Thy gentle reign increase! Throw wide the door, each willing mind, And be His empire all mankind.

"ASHAMED OF ME."

JESUS! and shall it ever be !

A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor;
O may I scorn it more and more!

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star.
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight blush to think of noon.

'Tis evening with my soul till He,
That Morning Star, bids darkness flee;
He sheds the beam of noon Divine
O'er all this midnight soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus! shall yon field
Blush when it thinks who bids it yield?
Yet blush I must, while I adore,
I blush to think I yield no more.

Ashamed of Jesus! of that Friend
On whom for heaven my hopes depend!
It must not be! be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then (nor is the boasting vain),
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain :
And oh, may this my portion be,
That Saviour not ashamed of me!

THOMAS GRINFIELD.

THE REV. THOMAS GRINFIELD was born at Bath, on the 27th September, 1788. He received his elementary education at Paul's Cray, Kent, and in 1807, entered Trinity College, Cambridge. He was ordained in 1813, and two years after took his degree of M.A. In 1827. he became Rector of Shirland, Derbyshire. Mr. Grinfield has published "Epistles and Miscel laneous Poems," 1815; "Attributes of Deity, etc.," 1822; "Omnipresence, and Sacred Poems," 1824; "Visions of Patmos," 1827; "Century of Sacred Songs," 1828; "Devotional Exercises," 1839, and several other works of a biographical and theological character. For many years, he has resided at Clifton, Gloucestershire.

SIMPLICITY.

GRANT me, Lord, to walk with Thee,

In a meek simplicity;

Let not vain desires intrude,

Vain perplexities delude:
Childlike, Zionward I'd go,
Leaning on Thine arm below;
In humility and love,

Following Thee to rest above.

Oh, let nothing lure my heart
That would cause my Saviour smart ;
Let me nothing slight or shun

That would please Him, borne or done :
What my Friend of friends would grieve,
Let me with love's instinct leave;
What His smile would honour, still
Do it with a cheerful will.

In my lot of joy or care,

Thus may nought my heart ensnare ;

But Thy Spirit, ever near,

Draw me, guard me, guide, and cheer.

Most at last when most I need,

Be, my Saviour, mine indeed;

Till I rest, all trials o'er,

In Thy presence evermore.

THE HEART, THE SEAT OF PEACE OR PAIN.

ALL may be outwardly

Desert and gloom;

While, in the secret soul,

Summer may bloom.

Health may depart ;

Yet, from above,
Jesus may give the heart

Peace, hope, and love.
All may be desolate

Round us the while,
Yet a sweet paradise
Inwardly smile.

All may be sunshiny,

Summer-like scene,

Yet may the heart-ache lie

Heavy within:

Wealth may increase,

Friends may be nigh;

Friends cannot give us peace,

Wealth cannot buy.

All may around us be
Sunshine and smile;

Yet the poor heart may bleed

Inly the while.

'Tis not in circumstance

Peace to bestow;

Nor, where that heaven resides,

Turn it to woe.
Lord, if Thou bless,

Where is distress?

Where, if Thou wound the heart,

Balm for the smart?

'Tis not in earthly things

Peace to bestow;

Nor, where that heaven resides,

Turn it to woe.

Let me then faithfully

Seek, in the Lord,

Peace which none else can mar,

None else afford.

Never, when blest,

Save in Him rest;

Never in woe despair,

Jesus is there.

Thus let me constantly

Find in the Lord,

Peace which none else can mar,

None else afford.

"WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY, SIGHT."

OH, could we pilgrims raise our eyes,
Bedimm'd with many a tear,

Above the glooms that round us rise

From sin, and grief, and fear;

Could we the sounds of strife, the sighs

Of sorrow, cease to hear;

What glories would our view surprise,
What harmonies our ear!

But oh, the prospect !-'tis too bright;
And if, when faith is strong,

A glimpse of glory glads our sight,
'Tis faded, lost, ere long :
Yet dying saints, with rapt delight,
Have seem'd to catch the song,
Far echo'd from those harpers white,
Heaven's holy, happy throng.

Though once the favour'd three might share
Their Lord's transfigur'd blaze,
And drink celestial accents there,-

How brief that sweet amaze !
But well the shades of grace we bear,

Ere glory suit our gaze;

And well our voice, with sighs of prayer,
Attune to songs of praise.

JOHN HAMPDEN GURNEY.

JOHN HAMPDEN GURNEY was son of Mr. Baron Gurney; he was born in the year 1803. He was for many years curate at Lutterworth, where he enjoyed the friendship of Dr. Arnold. He became Rector of St. Mary's Church, Marylebone, and was made an Honorary Canon of St. Paul's. He published "Sermons on Old Testament Histories," "Sermons on Texts from the Epistles and Gospels," and numerous miscellaneous discourses. His death took place on the 2th March, 1862, in his fifty-ninth year. The three following hymns have been selected from Mr. Gurney's contributions to "Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship," a collection published by him "for the use of the churches in Marylebone;" London, 1851; 16m0.

GOD'S GOODNESS.

YES, God is good; in earth and sky,

From ocean depths and spreading wood,

Ten thousand voices seem to cry,

"God made us all, and God is good."

The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood;
Night's sparkling hosts,-all seem to say

In accents clear, that "God is good."