SINNERS INVITED TO CHRIST. COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, He is willing: doubt no more. Come, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh,— Without money Come to Jesus Christ and buy. Let not conscience make you linger, All the fitness He requireth Come, ye weary, heavy laden, If you tarry till you're better, Not the righteous, View Him grov'ling in the garden, Sinners, will not this suffice? Lo, the incarnate God ascended, None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; Sinners here may sing the same. LADY FLORA HASTINGS. LADY FLORA HASTINGS was the eldest daughter of Earl Moira, afterwards Marquis of Hastings. Her mother was Countess of Loudoun in her own right; she married Earl Moira in 1804. Lady Flora was born at Edinburgh, on the 11th February, 1806. On attaining womanhood, she was appointed lady of the bedchamber to Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent. She died, unmarried, on the 5th July, 1839. A posthumous volume of poems, from her pen, was published in 1841, edited by her sister, the Marchioness of Bute. Edinburgh. 840. THANK-OFFERING. IN every place, in every hour, Thee, when the incense-breathing flowers Thee, when upon the frozen strand Thee, when the golden harvests yield Thee, when through ether's gloomy field Thee, when athwart the azure sky Thee, when my cup of bliss o'erflows; Alike in joy and in distress, O let me trace Thy hand Divine; Righteous in chast'ning, prompt to bless, Still, Father, may Thy will be mine. FAITH AND HOPE. O THOU, who for our fallen race, By whom our vesture of decay, Its frailty and its pains, were worn; Who, sinless, of our sinful clay The burden and the griefs hast borne. Who, stainless, bore our guilty doom; O teach Thy ransom'd ones to know And bid their torpid spirits glow With love which centres all in Thee. And come, triumphant Victim, come, Dimly, O Lord, our feeble eyes Rise, Sun of righteousness, and shed And oh, while yet Thy mercy speaks, WILLIAM HENRY HAVERGAL. THE REV. WILLIAM HENRY HAVERGAL was born in 1792. He was educated at St. Edmund's Hall, Oxford, where he graduated M. A. in 1819. He took orders in 1816. In 1829, he became Rector of Astley, Worcestershire, and, in 1845, was appointed Rector of St. Nicholas, Worcester, and Honorary Canon of Worcester Cathedral. In 1860, he accepted the Rectory of Shareshill, near Wolverhampton. Mr. Havergal is the author of two volumes on Scripture history, and of occasional sermons. As a composer of sacred music, he occupies a distinguished place. He has on three occasions gained the Gresham prize for his Church services. His musical works consist of "A History of the Old Hundred Psalm Tune,” “Old Church Psalmody," and "One Hundred Psalm and Hymn Tunes." The proceeds of his musical works he has generously contributed to public institutions. The following composi tions have been contributed by Mr. Havergal to the present work. MISSIONARY HYMN. (Contributed.) SHOUT, O Earth! from silence waking, Shout! for thy Creator's love Sends redemption from above. Downwards, from His star-paved dwelling, Comes the incarnate Son of God: Countless voices thrilling, swelling, Tell the triumphs of His blood. Shout! He comes thy tribes to bless, With His spotless righteousness. See His glowing hand uplifted! Pardon, peace, and joy abound. Call Him blessed! on thy mountains, Join the lyre of thousand strings. Blessed Lord, and Lord of blessings ! Blessed, blessed, blessèd Lord! Heaven shall chant no other word! "GATHER THE LAMBS." Isaiah xl. 11. (Contributed.) To praise our Shepherd's care, His wisdom, love and might, Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, And bid the world unite! Supremely good and great, He tends his blood-bought fold; He stoops, though throned in highest state, The feeblest to uphold. |