And think how soon I too shall stand

Where none shall ever dare

Accuse me more.

Rev, xii. 10.

I see, although I see not yet
With this my mortal eye,

I see with the bright eye of faith
Which pierces yonder sky,

My risen Lord. John xx. 29.

In the midst of all His Churches
Methinks I see him walk,

He seeth when they work for Him,
He hears them when they talk

Of all His love.

He guideth and directeth them,
Wisely, each day and hour;

His ministers He safely keeps

In His right hand of power,

Rev. ii. 1.

And shields from harm. Rev. i. 13-20.

In the midst of all His Churches

I love to see Him there,

And think how very soon His bride,

In garments fresh and fair,

With Him shall walk. Rev. iii. 4.

MY NAME.

LUKE X. 20.

It was written first with wonderful care
In the Book of Life, not a blot was there!
The Book was Divine, the writing was sure,
And Jehovah Himself is not more secure
Than they are whose names are written on high;
Then who should praise or rejoice more than I?

It was spoken first in accents how mild
By parents to welcome their new-born child;
It was spoken in faith from day to day
As those parents knelt them down to pray;
It was echoed loudly in childish glee
Throughout the home of our infancy.

In another book it was written again,
Alas! on that book is many a stain,
Therein are those whom the Church below
By the name of Christian should ever know;
I would that all who are there enrolled
Were soldiers of Jesus valiant and bold.

It is breathed now in the voice of prayer
In the Home above,-my Jesus is there,
My great High Priest now intercedeth,
At His Father's right hand there He pleadeth

For those in whose place He died on the tree,
For those whom He loved from eternity.

It shall echo again-the trumpet sound
Shall make this drowsy earth resound,

The voice of the Son of God shall rehearse
The names of His saved from death and curse,
And His sleepers who rest in the dust shall arise
To shine in the brightness of yonder skies;
They shall meet their risen Lord in the air,
And so shall they ever be with Him there.

NOT FAR.

ACTS xvii. 27.

THOU art not far from me, my God,

Why should I feel alone,

Or think that I am desolate,

Or to Thy care unknown?

All things on earth, all things above,
Whisper to me in words of love,

Thou art not far.

When sunlight fades at eventide,

And all around is dark,

One little star sometimes appears,

One very tiny spark;

It tells me that the God of Light

Throughout the darkest hour of night Is not afar.

And when that little friendly star
Is shrouded out of sight,

And lengthened hours in silence pass,
I feel alone outright;

A leaf astir with midnight breath
Will seem to me as though it saith,
God is not far.

The gladsome bird that wingeth past,
Knowing no want nor care,
The floweret, ever clothed upon
With raiment, fresh and fair,
Each telleth in its own soft way,
The God who tends us every day

Cannot be far.

And hath He not been evermore

Around my path and bed?

Hath not His hand dealt out each day

My daily-needed bread?

The God who knows my every sigh,

The God who hears my every cry,

Can He be far?

My God, Thou drawest very nigh
In all Thy acts of care,

And I can trace in all Thy works
That Thou art everywhere;

But one thing more I ask from Thee,
Say, say, Thy very self to me,
I am not far.

Say it to me from day to day,
And in the midnight hour,
Say it to me, Thy lonely one,

By Thy blest Spirit's power;
Oh! keep Thy yet unbroken vow,
Now and for evermore that Thou
Will not be far.

"A Prayer and a Plea," another of the "Bethlehem Gleanings," has peculiar interest for the sister by whose request it was written. She had been unable for many weeks to leave her room; but, when permitted by her physician to see her Mary once more, she handed her a paper containing the following arrangement of

texts:

"Do not abhor me, for Thy name's sake.”—Jer. xiv. 21. "Purge away my sins, for Thy name's sake."-Ps. lxxix. 9.