Near old Emmaus, had it been

With me Thou walked'st at eventide, Would I have asked Thee, as a stranger, in, Or said, "My Lord! Abide?"

Alas! I too have walked with Thee

My whole way darkly by Thy side;

I now invite Thee, Lord! come in with me — Not tarry, but Abide!

Oh, Jesus! make my dwelling Thine!
Sit at my board, and there preside,

Till I can call Thy heavenly mansion mine,
And there Thy guest Abide.

Lend me again Thy wings to mount aloft,

Then make me there Abide!

Come, oh, Lord Jesus! quickly come!

Why should I live, since Thou hast died?

Earth is a cross, and life a martyrdom;
Let me with Thee Abide!

6

SUNDAY NEXT BEFORE ADVENT.

"Thou art fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.” CANT. iv. 7.

I

WOULD that I were fairer, Lord!

More what Thy bride should be,
More meet to be the sharer, Lord,

Of love and heaven with Thee;

Yet if Thy love with me Thou 'It share,
I know that love can make me fair.

O would that I were purer, Lord!
More filled with grace divine! -
O would that I were surer, Lord,

That my whole heart is Thine!
Were it so pure that I might see
Thy beauty, I would grow like Thee.

O would that I could higher, Lord,
Above thees senses live!
Each feeling, each desire, my Lord,
Could wholly to Thee give!

The love I thus would daily share,

That love alone would make me fair.

A DEATH-BED HYMN.

E would see Jesus; " for the shadows lengthen

Across this little landscape of our life.

"We would see Jesus," our weak faith to strengthen

For the last weariness the final strife.

"We would see Jesus; " for life's hand hath rested,

With its dark touch, upon both heart and

brow,

And though our souls have many a billow breasted,

Others are rising in the distance now.

"We would see Jesus," the great rock foundation,

Whereon our feet were set by sovereign

grace;

Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,

Shall thence remove us if we see His face.

Other lights are

"We would see Jesus."

paling,

Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing; We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.

"We would see Jesus ; " yet the spirit lingers Round the dear object it has loved so long; And earth from earth can scarce unclose its fingers;

Our love to Thee makes not this love less

strong.

"We would see Jesus." Sense is all too blinding,

And heaven appears too dim, too far away; We would see Thee, to gain a sweet reminding That Thou hast promised our great debt to

We would see Jesus, - dying, risen, pleading;

Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.

THE THREE WONDERS.

HE wonder-working Master Once deigned His race to save, When dry land for His people He made the Red Sea wave: Now born for us, all willing, Of maiden pure and sweet, The path to heavenly mansions He opens to our feet.

The bush unburned most truly
Portrays the holy womb,
Whence sprang the Word Incarnate

To loose the ancient doom,

And all the bitter sorrows

Of Eva's curse to stay,
The Word, who hither wended

Our sin to do away.