Help to bear thy brother's burden
God will bear it both and thee.

Numb and weary on the mountains
Would'st thou step amidst the snow?
Chafe that frozen form beside thee
And together both shall glow.
Art thou stricken in life's battle?

Many wounded round thee moan,
Lavish on their wounds thy balsams,

And that balm shall heal thine own.

Is the heart a well left empty? None
But God its void can fill;
Nothing but a ceaseless Fountain
Can its ceaseless longings still,

Is the heart a living power? Self-entwined
Its strength sinks low;

It can only live in loving; and by

Serving love will grow.

WINSLOW.

BAPTIZED WITH FIRE.

No strength to wield the armour!
No spirit for the fight !
No eagle glance of glory,

No soaring to the light!

The sweet spring twilight breathing
These flowery slopes among,
I know when 'neath its wreathing
My spirit would have sung.

But life's majestic duty,

Whose grandeur lifted me-
In dreams of holy beauty,
Only afar I see.

Why doth my harp not answer!
Why ebbs away the tide ?
And is my soul a silent string,
For ever laid aside?

But then He spake—“ For ever
Oh! moaning in thy sleep?
Dost thou forget the fountain
Whose spring is cool and deep?

"Deeper than that deep longing
Of thought, and heart, and brain?
Deeper than that dull weariness
Far worse than busy pain?

"Not laid aside for ever,
But only till thou rest,
Until thou learn My tenderness,
And feel My way is best.

"Wait! for the head bowed lowly

Shall yet be lifted higher;
Wait! for I will baptize thee
Anew with life and fire."

Then lo, I found the fountain,
Of life and strength again,
Beneath the shadow of that Cross
Where Jesus died for men.

MRS HENRY FAUSSETT (ALESSIE BOND.)

GOD'S PRESENCE.

EXODUS Xxxiii. 15.

LEAVE us not-Thou God of Love,
To face life's dark tempestuous sea,
Leave us not-oh heavenly Dove,
And we'll go triumphantly.

Leave us not-Thou source of Light
To wander through the gloom forlorn,
Bid Thy rays dispel the night,

Till we see the streaks of morn.

Let Thy Presence with us stay,

Oh Thou! who art our Leader yet;
Walk with us through this world's rough way
Tili in Thy arms our sun be set.

And when we reach the heavenly strand
We there shall see Thee face to face;
And prove with what a loving hand,
Thou led'st us through each dangerous place.

EMMA MOODY.

GOD'S AMBASSADORS.

HE that negotiates between God and man,
As God's ambassador, the grand concerns
Of judgment and of mercy, should beware
Of lightness in his speech.

COWPER.

THE CHRISTIAN PAUPER'S DEATH-BED.

TREAD Softly-bow the head

In reverent silence bow-
No passing bell doth toll

Yet an immortal soul

Is passing now.

Stranger! however great,
With lowly reverence bow;
There's one in that poor shed-
One by that paltry bed-
Greater than thou.

Beneath that beggar's roof,

Lo! death doth keep his state,
Enter-no crowds attend-
Enter-no guards defend
This palace gate.

A sob suppressed-again

That short deep gasp,-and then
The parting groan,

Oh! change-oh wondrous change,
Burst are the prison bars-
One moment there, so low
So agonized-and now
Beyond the stars.

Oh! change-stupendous change!
There lies the soulless clod;
The sun eternal breaks-

The new immortal wakes

Wakes with his God.

MRS SOUTHEY.

IN EVERYTHING GIVE THANKS.

GIVE thanks in everything!

When life is summer bright,
And all around thee seems to sing
An anthem of delight,

When thy cup runs o'er with bliss,
Let thy lips run o'er with song;
Let thy heart an offering free, be His
Who hath fed thee all life long.

Give thanks in everything!

In the winter and the frost,
When thy buds of hope are withering,
And thy dearest dreams are crossed.
Let faith take up the strain,

And praise from the wrung heart flow,
For the broken spell, and the kindly pain,
That forbids its rest below.