And now we watch and struggle,
And now we live in hope,
And Zion, in her anguish,
With Babylon must cope:

But He whom now we trust in
Shall then be seen and known,
And they that know and see him
Shall have him for their own.

The miserable pleasures

Of the body shall decay:
The bland and flattering struggles
Of the flesh shall pass away:

And none shall there be jealous;
And none shall there contend:
Fraud, clamour, guile-what say I?
All ill, all ill, shall end!

And there is David's Fountain,
And life in fullest glow,

And there the light is golden,
And milk and honey flow:

The light that hath no evening,
The health that hath no sore,
The life that hath no ending,
But lasteth evermore.

The night was full of terror,

The morn is bright with gladness:

The Cross becomes our harbour,

And we triumph after sadness:

The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day:

And every ear shall hear it :-
Behold thy King's array :
Behold thy God in beauty,
The law hath past away!

Yes! God my King and portion,
In fulness of his grace,
We then shall see for ever,

And worship face to face.

Then Jacob into Israel,

From earthlier self estranged,

And Leah into Rachel

For ever shall be changed:

Then all the halls of Zion

For aye shall be complete,

And, in the land of beauty,
All things of beauty meet.

CHRISTIAN ENCOURAGED.

Bowdler.

CHILDREN of God, who, pacing slow,
Your pilgrim path pursue,

In strength and weakness, joy and woe,
To God's high calling true.

Why move ye thus, with ling'ring tread, A doubtful, mournful band?

Why faintly hangs the drooping head?
Why fails the feeble hand?

Oh! weak to know a Saviour's power,
To feel a father's care;
A moment's toil, a passing shower,
Is all the grief ye share.

The Lord of light, though veil'd awhile,
He hides his noontide ray,
Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile,
To gild the closing day.

And, bursting through the dusky shroud,
That dared his power invest,

Ride thron'd in light o'er every cloud,
And guide you to his rest.

WHAT IS LIFE?

Montgomery.

What is life? 'tis a delicate shell

Thrown up by eternity's flow,

On time's bank of quicksand to dwell, And a moment its loveliness show.

Come back to its element grand,

To the billow that brought it on shore ; See, another is washing the land,

And the beautiful shell is no more!

SONGS OF ZION.

Written in Scotland.

SING them, my children, sing them still, Those sweet and holy songs!

Oh, let the psalms of Zion hill

Be heard from youthful tongues.

Oh sing them at the cheerful dawn,
The rising morn to cheer!

And sing them round the evening hearth,
When fires are blazing clear.

Sing them when Sabbath schools are met,
And your young voices raise
Their Sabbath evening melodies
To their Redeemer's praise.

So shall each unforgotten word,
When distant far you roam,

Call back your hearts which once it stirred,

To childhood's blessed home.

Sing them, my children; many a saint

These holy strains has sung!

These hills of ours have echoed them
From many a martyr's tongue.

Oh, sing them in a land like this,
Where martyr's steps have roved;
My children, sing those melodies-
The songs our fathers loved.

DELIGHT IN SCRIPTURE.

Watts.

O How I love thy holy law!
'Tis daily my delight;

And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

My waking eyes prevent the day,
To meditate thy Word;

My soul with longing melts away,
To hear thy gospel, Lord.

How doth thy Word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heavenly song.

Am I a stranger, or at home,
'Tis my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping from the comb
So much allures the taste.

No treasures so enrich the mind,
Nor shall thy Word be sold
For loads of silver well refined,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.

When nature sinks and spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace

Are pillars to support my hope,

And there I write thy praise.