Love," he said, "will sweeten labours,
"Thou hast something yet to do;
"Go and tell your friends and neigbours,
"What my love has done for you;
"Live to manifest my glory,

"Wait for heav'n a little space:
"Sinners, when they hear thy story,
"Will repent, and seek my face."

364. God's presence is light in darkness.

C. M.

My God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights;
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun!

He is my soul's sweet morning-star,
And he my rising sun.

The op'ning heav'ns around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shews his heart is mine,
And whispers, “I am his !”

My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way

T' embrace my dearest Lord.
Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break thro' ev'ry foe;

The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqu'ror thro'.

365. The Sinner's portion and Saint's hope ; or, the Heaven of separate Souls, and the Resurrection. L. M.

LORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword the hand is thine.

Their hope and portion lies below;
Tis all the happiness they know;
Tis all they seek: they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.

What sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?

O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of my soul.

My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the cliains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

366. Holy Mourning. C. M.
LORD, while I wander here below,
What ills my soul annoy;
But 0 of thee I little know,
And still I less enjoy.

I often hear the word of life,
And all seems death within;
I feel a strange mysterious strife,
Between my soul and sin.

I read the truth, and think it o'er,
And long to know thy will;
And wrestle for thy Spirit's pow'r;
But, ah! how barren still.

But shall I from thy throne retreat,
And hopeless, yield to fear;
No, in the strength of God I'll wait,
"Till mercy shall appear.

And mercy ne'er can tarry long;
For O! at Calv'ry's voice,
Mercy shall wing her way along,
And I shall soon rejoice.

Then still, my soul, fresh cries lift up,
Stand firm in Zion's ways;

Thy God shall shortly crown thy hope, Ånd fill thee with his praise.

367. The Christian Warfare. L. M. STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone,

Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. [What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite; Eternal chains confine him down To fi'ry deeps, and endless night. What tho' thine inward lusts rebel, "Tis but a struggling gasp for life; The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.] Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait. There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 368. Looking unto Christ. 8. 7. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. Here I'll sit for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.

Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe:
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know!

369. Growing in Grace. L. M. PRAISE to thy name, eternal God, For all the grace thou shed'st abroad; For all thy influence from above, To warm our souls with sacred love: Bless'd be thy hand, which from the skies Brought down this plant of Paradise ; And gave its heav'nly beauties birth To deck this wilderness of earth. But why does that celestial flower Open and thrive, and shine no more? Where are its balmy odours fled? And why reclines its beauteous head?