I leave to Thee whate'er is mine,
And in Thy will I calmly reft;

I know that richest gifts are Thine,

Thou canft and Thou wilt make me bleft, For Thou haft promised, and our Lord Will never break His promised word.

Thou loveft me, Father, with the love
Wherewith Thou lovedft Chrift thy Son,
And so a brightness from above.

Still glads me, though my tears may run;
For in Thy love I find and know

What all the world could ne'er beftow.

Then I can let the world go by,

And yet be still and reft in Thee;

I fit, I walk, I stand, I lie,

Thou ever watchest over me,
And when the yoke is preffing sore,
I think, my God lives evermore !

Lyra Germanica.

DISCIPLINE.

'HE world can neither give nor take,

THE Nor can they comprehend,

The peace of God, which Chrift has bought, The peace which knows no end.

The burning bufh was not consumed
While God remainéd there;

The three, when Jesus made the fourth,
Found fire as soft as air.

God's furnace doth in Zion stand;
But Zion's God fits by,

As the refiner views his gold,
With an observant eye.

His thoughts are high, His love is wise,
His wounds a cure intend;

And, though He does not always smile,

He loves unto the end.

Cento by Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. 1780.
From John Mason. 1683.

RESTING IN GOD.

Y God protects; my fears begone!

MY

What can the Rock of Ages move?
Safe in thine arms I lay me down,
Thine everlasting arms of love.

While Thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my rest?

All powers of evil I defy;

I lean upon my Father's breaft.

I reft beneath the Almighty's fhade,
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;

Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed,
Wilt keep me ftill in perfect peace.

Charles Wesley. 1739-1762.

"So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron, heard in the house while it was building.". -I KINGS Vi. 7.

HEN God upheaved the pillared earth,

WHE

Hung out the stars, to light gave birth,
Opened its deeps, its carpet spread,

'T was filence all, as chaos fled.

When rose the fane on Zion's hill,
A work of matchless power and skill,
No axe was heard, no hammer there;
But all was ftill as summer air.

Thus laboring through life's working day,
In gold or marble, wood or clay,
Let Art, through us, its empire pure
By quiet toil and skill secure.

Thus air and flame fhall space o'ercome,
And bring the distant near to home;
While thought in channels new fhall flow,
And round the world in filence go.

Great God! thus let the temple rise
Whose altar-ftone within us lies,
Silent and calm, with fkill divine,
Till light immortal round it fhine.

Lewis G. Pray.

THE HEART'S PRAYER.

AS,

S, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the ftill prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises, filent, to Thee, My God! filent, to Thee,

Pure, warm, filent, to Thee.

As ftill to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee,
My God! trembling, to Thee,-

True, sure, trembling, to Thee.

T. Moore.

PEACE, TROUBLED SOUL.

EACE, troubled soul! Thou needst not fear,

PEA

Thy great Protector ftill is near;

He who has fed will feed thee still;

Be calm, and fink into His will;
Who hears the ravens when they cry
Will all His children's needs supply.

Peace, doubting heart! diftruft not God;
Though dark the valley, fteep the way,
Still lean upon His ftaff and rod,
Still make His providence thy stay:
A sudden calm thy soul fhall fill; -
Tis God who whispers, Peace, be ftill!

SUMMER STUDIES.

WHY

7HY fhouldft thou ftudy in the month of June In dufky books of Greek and Hebrew lore, When the Great Teacher of all glorious things Paffes in hourly light before thy door?