I, of heaven and earth the Lord,
God with God, the eternal Word,
I forsook My Father's side,
Toil'd and wept, and bled and died.

Child of doubt, does fear surprise, Vexing thoughts within thee rise; Wondering, murmuring, dost thou gaze, On evil men and evil days?

Oh! if darkness round thee lour,

Darker far My dying hour,

Which bade that fearful cry awake,

My God, My God! dost Thou forsake?

Child of sin, by guilt oppress'd,
Heaves at last thy throbbing breast;
Hast thou felt the mourner's part?
Fear'st thou now thy failing heart?
Bear thee on, beloved of God;
Tread the path thy Saviour trod;
He the Tempter's power hath known,
He hath pour'd the garden groan.

Child of heaven, by Me restored,
Love thy Saviour, serve thy Lord;
Seal'd with that mysterious Name,
Bear thy cross, and scorn the shame;

Then, like Me, thy conflict o'er,
Thou shalt rise to sleep no more;
Partner of My purchased throne!
One in joy, in glory one.

Bowdler.

WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE?

JORD of earth! Thy forming hand. Well this beauteous frame hath plann'd: Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power,

All that strikes the gaze unsought,—
All that charms the lonely thought,-
Friendship, gem transcending price,—
Love, a flower from Paradise:
Yet, amidst this scene so fair,
Should I cease Thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I on earth but Thee?

Lord of heaven! beyond our sight
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in love's unclouded reign,
Parted hands shall clasp again;

Martyrs there, and prophets high,
Blaze a glorious company;
While immortal music rings
From unnumber'd seraph-strings:
Oh that world is passing fair;
Yet if Thou wert absent there,

What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?

Lord of earth and heaven! my breast
Seeks in Thee its only rest :

I was lost; Thy accents mild
Homeward lured Thy wandering child :
I was blind; Thy healing ray
Charm'd the long eclipse away :
Source of every joy I know,
Solace of my every woe,
Oh if once Thy smile divine

Ceased upon my soul to shine,

What were earth or heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but Thee?

R. Grant.

66 HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST."

ROM Olivet's sequester'd seats
What sounds of transport spread?
What concourse moves through Salem's

streets,

To Sion's holy head?

Behold Him there in lowliest guise,

The Saviour of mankind! Triumphant shouts before Him rise, And shouts reply behind :

And "Strike," they cry, "your loudest string; comes,- -Hosanna to our King!

He

Nor these alone, that present train,
Their present King adored;

An earlier and a later strain
Extol the self-same Lord.
Obedient to His Father's will,

He came, He lived, He died;
And 'gratulating voices still,

Before and after cried,

"All hail the Prince of David's line!

Hosanna to the Man divine!"

He came to earth; from eldest years,
A long and bright array

Of prophet-bards and patriarch-seers
Proclaim'd the glorious day:

The light of heaven in every breast,
Its fire on every lip,

In tuneful chorus on they prest,
A goodly fellowship:
And still their pealing anthem ran,
"Hosanna to the Son of Man!"

He came to earth, through life He past
A man of griefs; and lo,

A noble army following fast

His track of pain and woe :

All deck'd with palms, and strangely bright,
That suffering host appears :

And stainless are their robes of white,
Though steep'd in blood and tears;
And sweet their martyr-anthem flows,
"Hosanna to the man of woes!

From ages past descends the lay,

To ages yet to be,

Till far its echoes roll away

Into eternity.

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