If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? "Sorrow vanquish'd, labour ended, Jordan past!" If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? "Not till earth, and not till heaven Pass away!" Tending, following, keeping, struggling, THE SPIRIT AND THE BRIDE SAY, COME." WEET is the Spirit's strain Breathed by soft pleadings inly By all the heart's deep fountains stirr'd; The Bride repeats the call; Let him who hears say, Come! And let all come, who thirst! Where healing fountains burst. There drink and be at rest; On Him who died for thee, believe; Anstice. 66 THAT WHERE I AM, YE MAY BE ALSO." HOU art gone up on high To realms above the skies, And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise. But we are lingering here With sin and care oppress'd; Lord! send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest! Thou art gone up on high : Thou art gone up on high: Lord! by Thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour, At Thy right hand on high. J. D. Burns. 66 DESPISE NOT THE CHASTENING OF THE LORD, NOR FAINT WHEN THOU ART REBUKED OF HIM." THOU, whose tender feet have trod Forbid that I should slight the rod, Or faint beneath the blow. My spirit to its chastening stroke I meekly would resign; To suffer as a son,- I know that trial works for ends. That oft in dark attire, He sends May none depart till I have gain'd The blessing which it bears, So shall I bless the hour that sent And build an altar by the tent Where I have met with God. J. D. Burns. "6 MY TIMES ARE IN THY HANDS." ATHER, I know that all Is portion'd out for me, my life And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see; But I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, |