And lift not up Thy faithful hand
Whate'er my cry may be,

Till I am strong for Thy renown,
And pure for use to Thee.

I know Thine eye has weighed the path
To Thy loft creature's bliss.

No comfort could supply the need
Of grief so sore as this;

No joy could wake my heart so well
To Thy full preciousness.

Thou waft the Source of all that love

Which makes me glad no more, And Thou haft taken to Thyself

What was Thine own before. Thine, and mine too, O Good to give, O Faithful to restore.

That loving spirit is withdrawn
From every fhade of fin;

And I in sympathy with her

A holier life begin.

Yes! to her new delight in Thee,

I, Lord, can enter in.

She with Thee, wheresoe'er Thou art,

In fellowship untold!

She in Thee, living by my Bread,

My Hope, my heart's ftronghold!

Oh! 't is a song for days of grief,
Whate'er their depths unfold.

As one whose mother comforts him,
I will lift up my head.

No wound of Thine fhall take the life-
From words which Thou haft said,

And in the fulness of Thy truth

I fhall be comforted.

Miss A. L. Waring.

"GOD DOTH NOT LEAVE HIS OWN.”

OD doth not leave his own!

G The night of weeping for a time may laft;

Then, tears all past,

His going forth fhall as the morning shine;
The sunrise of his favor fhall be thine,

God doth not leave his own.

God doth not leave his own!

Though "few and evil" all their days appear,

Though grief and fear

Come in the train of earth and hell's dark crowd,

The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,

God doth not leave his own.

God doth not leave his own!

This sorrow in their life he doth permit,

He guides the winds. - Faith, Hope and Love all say God doth not leave his own.

FAITH.

WE

E will not weep; for God is ftanding by us, And tears will blind us to the bleffed fight; We will not doubt, if darkness ftill doth try us, Our souls have promise of serenest light.

We will not faint, if heavy burdens bind us,
They press no harder than our souls can bear,
The thorniest way is lying ftill behind us,
We shall be braver for the past despair.

O, not in doubt fhall be our journey's ending;
Sin with its fears fhall leave us at the laft, —
All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,

Life fhall be with us when the Death is past.

Help us, O Father! when the world is preffing

On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend,

Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing
Strengthen our weakness — till the joyful end.

W. H. Hurlburt.

WHY SEEK YE THE LIVING AMONG THE DEAD?

H! why should bitter tears be shed

In sorrow o'er the mounded sod,

When verily there are no dead

Of all the children of our God?

They who are loft to outward sense
Have but flung off their robes of clay,
And, clothed in heavenly radiance,
Attend us on our lowly way.

And oft their spirits breathe in ours

The hope and strength and love of theirs,
Which bloom as bloom the early flowers
In breath of summer's viewless airs.

And filent aspirations start,

In promptings of their purer thought,
Which gently lead the troubled heart
To joys not even Hope had wrought.

While sorrow's tears our eyes have wet,

Shed o'er the consecrated duft,

Too much our darkened souls forget
The leffons of enduring Trust.

Let living Faith serenely pour

Her sunlight on our pathway dim,

And Death can have no terrors more ;

But holy Joy fhall walk with him.

G. S. Burleigh.

HERE is a land where beauty cannot fade,

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Nor sorrow dim the eye;

Where true love fhall not droop nor be dismayed,

And none fhall ever die!

Where is that land, O where?

For I would haften there!

Tell me, I fain would go,

For I am wearied with a heavy woe!
The beautiful have left me all alone :
The true, the tender, from my path are gone!
O, guide me with thy hand,

If thou doft know the land,

For I am burthened with oppreffive care,
And I am weak and fearful with despair!