While the great and wise reject Him, Treat the poorest saints we know. Think (at the last trumpet's sounding, Us as those that served Him here! "Come, ye bless'd, whom tribulation, With me on my throne above." This to hear, before the Father Crowns, compared with this, are vain. CHRIST'S UNPARALLELED LOVE.* A FRIEND there is-your voices join, When most we need His helping hand, This friend is always near; With heav'n and earth at His command, * Written on the occasion of the death of the author's only son. His love no end nor measure knows ; From one eternal source. When frowns appear to veil His face, And if our dearest comforts fall, Our sorrows in the scale He weighs, No hand can move in earth or hell But as directed by His will, But as His love approves. Then let Him raise His chastening hand; We bend beneath His rod, Resign His gifts at His command, And still adore our God. Silent be all my anxious fears; I'll love the Lord, and trust His word, MERCY IN JESUS. COME, ye souls by sin afflicted, Through the cross behold the crown! Mercy flows through Him alone. Take His easy yoke, and wear it ; Where His ransom'd captives meet. Sweet as home to pilgrims weary, Shall to rest immortal rise. Blessed are the eyes that see Him, Blest the ears that hear His voice; His commandments But to sing the rest of glory Mortal tongues far short must fall; Faith believes it-Hope expects it-Love desires it; JANE TAYLOR. THE sister of Mrs. Gilbert, previously noticed, JANE TAYLOR was born at Islington, London, on the 23rd September, 1783. By her father she was initiated in the art of engraving. In 1811, she abandoned engraving for a literary career. She published, conjointly with her sister Ann afterwards Mrs. Gilbert, a series of volumes of sacred lyrics for youthful readers. She died in April, 1823. Her "Poetical Remains" were published in 1825, by her brother, Isaac Taylor, in two volumes, 8vo. THE HEAVENLY PATH. THERE is a path that leads to God; It leads straight through this world of sin, How shall an infant pilgrim dare This dangerous path to tread? For on the way is many a snare, For youthful travellers spread; While the broad road, where thousands go, Lies near and opens fair, And many turn aside, I know, To walk with sinners there. But, lest my feeble steps should slide Lord, condescend to be my guide, And I shall never stray. HYMN FOR CHILDREN. JESUS, our gentle Shepherd, see These tender lambs of Zion's fold: Lo! we are come to follow Thee; Where Thy refreshing pastures grow, There may our wandering feet be led : Much do we need Thy watchful care, And Satan wanders to devour : Here in the gospel we are told What great compassion was in Thee, And thus, encouraged by Thy grace, To those still open arms we fly; |