"My soul thirsteth for God." - Ps. xlii. 2.

MY spirit longs for Thee, my God!

Oh, when shall I from sin be free?

Oh, when enjoy a heaven on earth,
By being made conformed to Thee?

As pants the hart for water-brooks,
Eager to quaff the cooling flood,
So do I long for living streams,

So pants my soul for Thee, my God!

I thirst for God, the living God!
When shall I come before His face?
Oh, when His power and glory see,
And feel the quickenings of His grace?

Why, O my soul! art thou cast down?

Why tune thy harp to mournful lays ? Hope thou in God, make Him thy trust, And lift to Heaven the voice of praise.

Oh, let me never doubt God's grace, But all my powers for Him employ! He loves His saints, and will transform Their deepest woes to purest joy.

"I have not spoken in secret, in a dark place of the earth: I said not unto the seed of Jacob, Seek ye my face in vain." — Is. xlv. 19.

"How often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings."-ST. MATT. xxiii. 37.

HEER up, desponding soul !

CHI

Thy longing pleased I see; 'Tis part of that great whole, Wherewith I longed for thee.

Wherewith I longed for thee,

And left my Father's throne,
From death to set thee free,

And claim thee for my own.

To claim thee for my own
I suffered on the cross;

Oh, were my love but known,
All else would be as dross!

All else would be as dross;

And souls, through grace divine,
Would count their gains but loss,
To live for ever mine.

"As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God." - Ps. xlii. 1.

́ES, I may love Thee, O my God!

YES,

Almighty as Thou art ;

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

No earthly father loves like Thee,

No mother half so mild,

Bears, and forbears, as Thou hast done

With me, Thy sinful child.

Only to sit and think of God.

Oh, what a joy it is!

To think the thought, to breathe the name,

Earth has no higher bliss!

Father of Jesus! love's reward,

What rapture will it be,

Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee!

"For thus saith the Lord unto the house of Israel, Seek ye me, and ye shall live."- AMOS V. 4.

HER

ERE in Thy royal presence, Lord, I stand;
I give myself, my all, to Thee.

Thou hast redeemed me by Thy precious blood:
Thine only will I be.

No love but Thine, but Thine, can me relieve,
No light but Thine, but Thine, will I receive,
No light, no love, but Thine.

Take, take me as I am! Thou needst me not,
I know Thou needst me not at all.

All heaven is Thine, all earth, each morning star;

High angels wait Thy call.

I am the poorest of Thy creatures, I

The child of evil and dark misery,

Yet take me as I am.

It would not cost Thee dear to bless me, Lord, A word would do it, or a sign:

It needs no more from Thee, no more, my God; Thy words have power divine.

And, oh, the boundless blessedness to me! Loved, saved, forgiven, renewed, and blessed by Thee!

Oh, speak, oh, speak the word!

"And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart."-JER. XXIX. 13.

ALL in weakness, all in sorrow,

O my God! I come once more,

Lifting up the sad petition

Thou hast often heard before,
In the former days of darkness,
In the time of need of yore.

For a present help in trouble
Thou hast never ceased to be,
Since at first a weeping sinner
Fell before Thee, trustingly;
And Thy voice is ever sounding, –
"O ye weary, come to me!"

O Redeemer! shall one perish

Who has looked to Thee for aid?
Let me see Thee, let me hear Thee;
Through the gloomy midnight shade
Let me hear Thy voice of comfort,
"It is I be not afraid."

AH, Lord God, Thou holy lover of my

soul! when Thou comest into my heart, all that is within me shall rejoice. Thou art my glory and the exultation of my heart: Thou art my hope and refuge. in the day of my tribulation. But because