TO ONE "BROKEN IN HEART.”

Bishop Doane.

BROKEN-HEARTED, weep no more!

Hear what comfort He hath spoken,
Smoking-flax who ne'er hath quenched,
Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken-
"Ye who wander here below,
Heavy laden as you go,

Come with grief, with sin oppressed,
Come to me and be at rest!"

Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock,
Brought again from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice,
"Tis a true and faithful saying-

"Greater love how can there be
Than to yield up life for thee?
Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh,
Turn and live!--why will ye die ?"

Broken-hearted, weep no more,

Far from consolation flying;

He who calls hath felt thy wound,
Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing-

Bring thy broken heart to me,

Welcome offering it shall be
Streaming tears and bursting sighs,
Mine accepted sacrifice!"

"HE CARETH FOR YOU."

Bowring.

O SWEET it is to know, to feel,

In all our gloom, our wand'rings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal
Me from thy notice, from thy care.
When disciplined by long distress,
And led through paths of fear and woe,
Say, dost thou love thy children less?
No, ever-gracious Father, No.

Then let my trembling soul be still,
Thy purpose though I may not see,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will;
All must be well, since ruled by thee.

LOVE IN ALL.

Anon.

'TIS sweet when cloudless suns arise,
As through the vale we move;
But, oh, more sweet to recognise,
Through dreary nights and starless skies,
The smiling face of love!

I hail the breeze that, soft and clear,
Wafts influence from above;

But chief the storm delighted hear,
While breathes o'er faith's attentive ear,

The whisp'ring voice of love!

When health invigorates the frame,
Let joy the bliss improve;

But tort'ring pain and fever's flame,
With teaching pow'r alike proclaim
The tender hand of love.

Thou canst not weep, frail child of clay,
Such blessings taught to prove ;
Each cloud, that dims thy upward way,
Shall more endear the glorious day

That gilds the land of love.

CONTEMPLATION OF CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS.

Bemans.

He knelt, the Saviour knelt and pray'd,

When but his Father's eye

Look'd through the lonely garden's shade

On that dread agony:

The Lord of all above, beneath,

Was bow'd with sorrow unto death!

The sun set in a fearful hour,

The stars might well grow dim,

When this mortality had power

So to o'ershadow him!

That He who gave man's breath might know
The very depths of human woe.

He proved them all; the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread,

The mists that hang o'er parting life,
All gathered round his head :
And the Deliverer knelt to pray-
Yet pass'd it not, that cup, away.

It pass'd not-though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread ;

It pass'd not-though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead.

But there was sent him from on high,
A gift of strength for man to die.

And was the Sinless thus beset
With anguish and dismay ?
How may we meet our conflict yet,
In death's dark narrow way?

Through him-through him, that path who trod-
Save, or we perish, Son of God.

"THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD."

Watts.

THE Lord my Shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied;

Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ?

He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

In spite of all my foes

Thou dost my table spread:
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

FEAR NOT.

Beddame.

YE trembling souls! dismiss your fears;

Be mercy all your theme; Mercy, which, like a river, flows

In one continued stream.

Fear not the powers of earth and hell;

God will these powers restrain;

His mighty arm their rage repel,

And make their efforts vain.