And ate,
but gave me part again :
Mine was an angel's portion then;
For while I fed with eager haste,
That cruft was manna to my taste.

I spied him, where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his ftrength was gone;
The heedless water mocked his thirst,
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:

I ran to raise the sufferer up;

Thrice from the ftream he drained my cup,
Dipt, and returned it running o'er;

I drank, and never thirfted more.

'T was night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof;

I heard his voice abroad, and flew

To bid him welcome to my roof;

I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
Laid him on my own couch to rest;
Then made the hearth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway-side;
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied

Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed:
I had myself a wound concealed;

But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart

In prison I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's death at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I ftemmed,
And honored him 'midft fhame and scorn;
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,

He asked if I for him would die?

The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, "I will."

Then in a moment to my view

The Stranger darted from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew,

My Saviour stood before mine eyes!
He spake; and my poor name he named:
“Of me thou haft not been ashamed;
These deeds fhall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me."

James Montgomery. 1826.

QUIET.

THE INNER CALM

ALM me, my God, and keep me calm,

CA

While these hot breezes blow;

Be like the night-dew's cooling balm
Upon earth's fevered brow.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,

Soft refting on thy breaft;

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,

And bid my spirit reft.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm;

Let thine outstretchéd wing

Be like the fhade of Elim's palm

Befide her desert spring.

Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude.

The sounds my ear that greet,

Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the bustling street;

Calm in the hour of buoyant health,

Calm in my hour of pain,

Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain;

Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like Him who bore my fhame,
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate Thy holy name;

Calm when the great world's news with power My listening spirit stir;

Let not the tidings of the hour

E'er find too fond an ear;

Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which ftorms affail in vain,

Moving unruffled through earth's war,
The eternal calm to gain.

H. Bonar. 1856.

BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.

H

E who himself and God would know,

Into the filence let him go,

And, lifting off pall after pall,

Reach to the inmoft depth of all.

Let him look forth into the night;

What solemn depths, what filent might!
Those ancient ftars, how calm they roll,-
He but an atom 'mid the whole !

And, as the evening wind sweeps by,
He needs muft feel his God as nigh;
Muft needs that unseen Presence own,
Thus always near, too long unknown.

How small, in that uplifted hour,
Temptation's lure and paffion's power!
How weak the foe that made him fall,
How ftrong the soul to conquer all!

A mighty mind of nobler will

Sends through his soul its quickening thrill; No more a creature of the clod,

He knows himself a child of God.

Martineau.

HA

ATH not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,

As if its inmoft depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?