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NEW YEAR'S HYMN.-1862.

(TUNE—“O how he loves.")

1. Jesus long in love hath sought us,

O bless his name ! To another year hath brought us,

O bless his name! Thousands have been flocking to him, Finding peace and pardon through him ; O that every scholar knew him!

O bless his name !

2. Old and young like leaves are falling,Years are filed beyond recalling.– Voices warn us without numberShall we longer sleep and slumber, Or the vineyard waste and cumber?

O bless his name!

3.
Parents, teachers, still are praying ;-
Do we hear what they are saying?
Jesus waits, with love unceasing ;-
Guilt, or grace,~is fast increasing :-
May he grant a New-year blessing!

O bless his name!

4. Jesus! long thy love bath sought me!

I bless thy name. Now thou to thyself hast brought me!

I bless thy name. Teach me while I live to show thee, By my love, how much I owe thee, And how blest it is to know thee!

I bless thy name.

EDINBURGH: T. NELSON AND SONS.

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“Unto you, therefore, which believe, he is precious."

1 Pet. ii. 7.

HERE was once a little boy called James,

to whom, as it appeared, God, by his Holy Spirit, taught this blessed truth.

He was an Irish boy. His parents were poor, hard-working people ; and though they were very fond of him, he had bad but little teaching of any kind in his

early childhood-of religious instruction, almost none.

* From “Precious Things." See page 48.

He had, however, learned to read a little; and when he was about eight or nine years old, a lady took notice of him, and taught him some verses of the Bible, and a hymn, in which was this verse,

“I pray my sins may be forgiven

In Jesus' name I pray,
Who died that we might go to heaven

The Life, The Truth, The Way."

Soon after he had learned this hymn perfectly, his friend was obliged to leave the part of the country where his parents lived, and before going, she made James promise her two things ;-one was, that he would attend a day-school, which she had chosen for him, regularlythe other, that instead of some words without much meaning, which he had been in the habit of saying before he went to sleep at night, he would repeat his hymn regularly as his evening prayer.

The little fellow promised willingly, with his accustomed gentleness and amiability; but the lady, knowing his former idle, unformed habits, scarcely expected he would keep his word.

Several months passed before she returned: when she did, there was no little James to meet her;-a few weeks previously he was playing with some of his schoolfellows, near the edge of a high and dangerous rock, when, his foot slipping, he fell from the top, and was either instantly killed by the fall, or drowned in the river below. His fond parents never saw their boy alive again.

His brief story, however, does not end here: on in. quiry, the lady found that, contrary to her expectations, he had kept both promises most faithfully; he had never missed one day at school, and had taken the greatest pains with his lessons there; and not only had he regu

larly knelt down every night, and repeated the lymn in prayer,-he had fixed his attention. on that one verse, and had begged his mother to learn it too, that she might repeat it along with him.

He would often say to her, “O mother, you must say, 'I pray my sins may be forgiven,'” &c.

In short, from all that had passed in the earlier months of their intercourse, and from much more which she now heard—the evident change in the tone of his mind and habits from the little thoughtless boy he had been before, gave his teacher every reason to hope that, notwithstanding his want of knowledge and training, he had been led, by God's grace, to feel the value of Jesus as bis Saviour, and had thus been mercifully prepared for the sudden termination of his young life.

He had no warning of his early death; no time then, to make ready for it;-on the very morning of the day on which the accident happened, he was as full of life and vigour as any of you-bright and joyous, as was his wont-among the foremost in every sport, beaning with animation and activity; and yet, before that summer day was over, he had entered the eternal world; this world for him had passed away for ever, and he had learned more than earthly love could teach him, of the preciousness of Christ as a Mediator and Redeemer.

And will not you make his prayer yours? You may think you can be God's children without having sought aud found forgiveness in the cross of Christ, but you cannot really be so; you cannot "grow in grace" unless you are first forgiven. I have heard of plants which would not grow on the north side of a hill, because the bitter wind blew strong upon them, causing them to wither and die ; while the very same species of plant on the other side of the hill would spring up and flourish, under the warm rays of the southern sun.

Even so, dear children, the trees of the Lord's planting cannot prosper under the breath of his displeasure; they must take root in the soil which lies beneath the shadow of “a great Rock:" they must bud, and blossom, and bring forth fruit, under the radiance of the life-giving, loving beams of the Sun of Righteousness.

“Unto you, therefore, which believe, Christ is pre. cious.”

INDIA.
POONA.

Baptism at Poona. We have admitted another man into the Church by baptism since I last wrote to you. The man is a servant in the house of the Rev. Malcolm Ross, Presbyterian chaplain at this station, and has enjoyed kind and Christian superintendence on the part of his master and mistress. - Dr. Murray Mitchell.

Pilgrims and the Railway. Within a few days several of our native brethren will proceed into the districts for the purpose of proclaiming the blessed gospel-four in connection with our Poona Mission; and also, we hope, Mr. Narayan Sheshadri from Bombay. But for the unusual and continued fall of rain, Mr. Gardiner and one of our native brethren would have been ere now to Judapore.

I hope to leave Poona within a fortnight, to visit the greatest place of pilgrimage in the Maratha countryPunderpoor; and probably several missionaries may meet there about the same time, to preach to the vast crowds who will congregate to worship at that celebrated shrine. Singular enough that as yet the railway has increased the number of visitors by facilitating transport, and so, in the meantime, added to the glory of Vithota, the deity at Punderpoor. But if access to the holy spot is thus rendered far easier to the poor pilgrims, it is also rendered easier to missionaries. -Dr. Murray Mitchell.

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