MET a fairy child, whose golden hair
Around her sunny face in clusters hung;
And as she wove her king-cup chain, she sung
Her household melodies-those strains that bear
The hearer back to Eden. Surely ne'er

A brighter vision blest my dreams. "Whose child
Art thou-" I said, "sweet girl?" In accent mild
She answered, "Mother's." When I questioned, "Where
Her dwelling was,"-again she answered, "Home !
Mother! and Home!" O blessed ignorance!
Or rather blessed knowledge! What advance
Farther than this shall all the years to come,
With all their lore effect? There are but given

Two names of higher note,-" Father," and "Heaven."

"THERE IS NOW NO CONDEMNATION TO THEM WHICH

ARE IN CHRIST JESUS."

No condemnation! O my soul,
'Tis God that speaks the word;
Perfect in comeliness art thou,
In Christ thy glorious Lord.

In heaven His blood for ever speaks
In God the Father's ear;

His Church, the jewels, on His heart

Jesus will ever bear.

No condemnation! precious word!
Consider it, my soul;

Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made me whole.

Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes
On Christ the spotless Lamb,
So shall we love Thy gracious will,
And glorify Thy name.

MY SOUL IS EVEN AS A WEANED CHILD."

HUMBLE, Lord, my haughty spirit ;
Bid my swelling thoughts subside;
Strip me of my fancied merit;
What have I to do with pride?

Was my Saviour meek and lowly?
And shall such a worm as I,
Weak, and earthly, and unholy,
Dare to lift my head on high!

Teach me, Lord, my true condition;
Bring me, childlike, to Thy knee,
Stripped of every low ambition,
Willing to be led by Thee.

Guide me by Thy Holy Spirit ;
Teach me by Thy blessed word;
All my wisdom, all my merit,
Borrowed from Thyself, O Lord!

Like a little babe, confiding,
Simple, docile, let me be;
Trusting still to Thy providing,
Casting every care on Thee.

Thus my all to Thee submitting,
I am Thine, and not my own;
And when earthly hopes are flitting,
Rest secure on God alone.