The listening spheres attend

And swell the growing fame,

And sing, in songs which never end,

The wondrous Name.

The God who reigns on high,
The great archangels sing,

And, "Holy, Holy, Holy,” cry,

Who was, and is the same,
And evermore shall be !
Jehovah-Father-Great I AM!

We worship Thee.”

Before the Saviour's face

The ransom'd nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd at His Almighty grace,

For ever new.

He shows His prints of love;

They kindle to a flame,

And sound, through all the worlds above,

The slaughter'd Lamb.

The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high;

Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"
They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God, and mine,
I join the heavenly lays;

All might and majesty be Thine,
And endless praise!

Olivers.

"THEY DESIRE A BETTER COUNTRY, EVEN A

HEAVENLY."

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things

Toward Heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-
Both speed them to their source :

So a soul that 's born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face;
Upwards tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize; Soon the Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies. Yet a season, and ye know

Happy entrance will be given;

All our sorrow left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

Seagrave.

JA

GIVE ME THINE HEART."

HOU hidden Love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man

knows,

I see from far Thy beauteous light,

Inly I sigh for Thy repose: My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove ;
And fain I would: but though my will
Seem fix'd, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee! Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,

No peace my wand'ring soul shall see. O when shall all my wand'rings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend?

Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there : Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in Thee.

O hide this Self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me may live! My vile affections crucify,

Nor let one darling lust survive. In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek but Thee.

O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care:
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there :
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may "Abba, Father!” cry.

Ah no! ne'er will I backward turn :

Thine wholly, Thine alone I am!
Thrice happy he, who views with scorn
Earth's toys, for Thee his constant flame.
O help, that I may never move

From the blest footsteps of Thy love!

Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

J. Wesley (from Tersteege ).

MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST."

THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain

Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.