I know that yonder Pharisee
Thanks God that he is not like me;
In my humiliation dreffed,

I only stand and beat my breast,
And pray for human charity.

Not to one church alone, but seven,

The voice prophetic spake from heaven:
And unto each the promise came,
Diverfified, but ftill the same;
For him that overcometh are

The new names written on the stone,
The raiment white, the crown, the throne,
And I will give him the Morning Star!

Ah! to how many Faith has been
No evidence of things unseen,
But a dim fhadow that recasts
The creed of the Phantafiafts,

For whom no Man of Sorrows died,
For whom the Tragedy Divine
Was but a symbol and a sign,
And Chrift a phantom crucified!

For others a diviner creed
Is living in the life they lead.
The paffing of their beautiful feet
Bleffes the pavement of the street,
And all their looks and words repeat
Old Fuller's saying, wise and sweet,

Not as a vulture, but a dove,

The Holy Ghoft came from above.

H. W. Longfellow. 1863.

FICUS RELIGIOSA.

HE Banyan of the Indian isle

THE

Spreads deeply down its maffive root,
And spreads its branching life abroad,
And bends to earth, with scarlet fruit;
But when the branches reach the ground,
They firmly plant themselves again:
They rise and spread and droop and root,
An ever green and endless chain.

And so the Church of Jesus Chrift,
The bleffed Banyan of our God,
Faft-rooted upon Zion's mount,

Has sent its fheltering arms abroad;
And every branch that from it springs,
In sacred beauty spreading wide,
As low it bends to bless the earth,
Still plants another by its fide.

Long as the world itself fhall last,

The sacred Banyan still shall spread,

From clime to clime, from age to age,

Its fheltering fhadow fhall be shed. Nations fhall seek its pillared fhade,

Its leaves fhall for their healing be: The circling flood that feeds its life, The blood that crimsoned Calvary.

ONE IN CHRIST.

ON

NE baptism and one faith,
One Lord below, above,

The fellowship of Zion hath

One only watchword, - Love.
From different temples though it rise,
One song ascendeth to the skies.

Our sacrifice is One;

One prieft before the throne,

The crucified, the risen Son,

Redeemer, Lord alone!

And fighs from contrite hearts that spring,

Our chief, our choiceft offering.

O why should they who love

One Gospel to unfold,

Who look for one bright home above,

On earth be ftrange and cold?

Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace,

In ftrife abide, and bitterness?

O may that holy prayer-
His tendereft and His laft,
The utterance of His latest care
Ere to His throne He paffed-
No longer unfulfilled remain,

The world's offence, the people's stain!

On her disjointed members breathe,
Her broken frame renew!

Then shall Thy perfect will be done
When Chriftians love and live as one.

E. Robinson.

A

LL-SEEING God! 't is Thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;

To judge, from principles within,

When frailty errs, and when we fin.

Who among men, great Lord of all,
Thy servant to his bar fhall call ?
Judge him, for modes of faith, thy foe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

Who with another's eye can read?
Or worship by another's creed ?
Trufting thy grace, we form our own,
And bow to thy commands alone.

If wrong, correct; accept, if right;
While faithful, we improve our light,
Condemning none, but zealous still
To learn and follow all thy will.

Scott.

DEDICATION HYMN.

NE Father, God, we own;

One Spirit evermore ;

One Chrift, with manger, cross, and throne, The Light, the Way, the Door.

In souls we hail his birth ;
'Tis now he comes again;
His kingdom is the convert Earth,
His Church all faithful men.

The Scriptures thus we read;
Of strangest powers compiled,

To mould the heart and clear the creed
Of earth's frail, clouded child.