"He was in all points tempted like as we are."

HEN gathering clouds around I view,

WHE

And days are dark, and friends are few,

On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain :
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

If aught fhould tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do,
Still He who felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He fhall his pitying aid bestow
Who felt on earth severer woe;
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those who fhared his daily bread.

If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed my spirit dies,
Still He who once vouchsafed to bear
The fickening anguish of despair

Shall sweetly soothe, fhall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

When sorrowing o'er some ftone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while, -

Thou, Saviour, mark'ft the tears I shed,
For Thou didft weep o'er Lazarus dead!

And O, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, ftill unchanging, watch befide.
My dying bed, for thou haft died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away!

Then come, Lord Jesus! come with speed,
And help me in my hour of need;
Then hide my fins, and let my faith
Be brave and conquer ev'n in death;
Then let me, refting on Thy word,
Securely fleep in Thee, my Lord.

Sir Robert Grant. 1839.

THE DESIRED HAVEN.

LORD, the lights are gleaming from the distant shore,

Where no billows threaten, where no tempefts roar;

Long-beloved voices calling me I hear,

O, how sweet their summons falls upon my ear!
Here are foes and strangers, faithless hearts and cold;
There is fond affection, fondly proved of old!
Let me hafte to join them; may it not be so o?
Loose the cable, let me go!

Hark, the solemn answer! hark, the promise sure!
Bleffed are the servants who to the end endure!
Yet a little longer hope and tarry on,—

Yet a little longer, weak and weary one!

More to perfect patience, to grow in faith and love, More my ftrength and wisdom and faithfulness to prove; Then the sailing-orders the Captain fhall beftow,— Loose the cable, let thee go!

Hymns of the Church Militant.

HEN in the vale of lengthened years

WHEN in

My feeble feet shall tread,

And I survey the various scenes
Through which I have been led,

How many mercies will my life
Before my view unfold!

What countless dangers will be paffed,
What tales of sorrow told!

But yet, my soul, if thou canft say,
I've seen my God in all,
In every bleffing owned his hand,
In every loss his call; -

If piety has marked my fteps,
And love my actions formed,
And purity poffeffed my heart,
And truth my lips adorned; -

If I an aged servant am

Of Jesus and of God,

I need not fear the clofing scene,
Nor dread th' appointed road.

This scene will all my labors end,
This road conduct on high;
With comfort I'll review the past,
And triumph though I die.

THE DAWN.

THESE years of life, what do they seem?

A little dream

Of pain and pleasure blent together,-
A time of sharply changing weather;
When brilliant sunbeams gleam and die
On heavy ftorm-clouds sailing by,-
Where falling tears

Are bright with hope, and cold with fears.

The years, the clouds, have had their course, — Their mingled force

Has bowed my heart and bent my head,

Sunshine and ftorm alike are fled,

And in their place a heavy gray

Dulls all the tinting of the day.

Shall growing light

Follow the gray? - or deepening night?