Is there no guide to show that path?

The Bible-He alone who hath

The Bible need not stray;

But he who hath and will not give
That light of life to all that live,

Himself shall lose the way.

THE THREE MOUNTAINS.

[Montgomery.

WHEN on Sinai's top I see

God descend in Majesty,

To proclaim his holy law,

All my spirit sinks with awe.

When in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious height I climb,
In the too transporting light,

Darkness rushes o'er my sight.

When on Calvary I rest,

God in flesh made manifest,

Shines in my Redeemer's face,

Full of beauty, truth, and grace

Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;

Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

FAITH.

[Miss Caroline Fry.

FAITH, like an unsuspecting child,

Serenely resting on its mother's arm,

Reposing every care upon her God,

Sleeps on his bosom, and expects no harm.

Receives with joy the promise he makes, Nor questions of his purpose or his power;

She does not doubting ask, "Can this be so?"

The Lord has said it, and there needs no

more

However deep be the mysterious word,
However dark, she disbelieves it not
Where Reason would examine, Faith obeys,
And "It is written," answers every doubt.

In vain with rude and overwhelming force
Conscience repeats her tale of misery;
And powers infernal, wakeful to destroy
Urge the worn spirit to despair and die.

As evening's pale and solitary star

But brightens while the darkness gathers

round,

So Faith, unmoved amidst surrounding storms,

Is fairest seen in darkness most profound.

HOPE.

[Cowper.

HOPE sets the stamp of vanity on all

That men have deemed substantial since the

fall;

Yet has the wondrous virtue to educe

From emptiness itself a real use;

And while she takes, as at a father's hand,
What health and sober appetite demand,

From fading good derives, with chemic art,
That lasting happiness, a thankful heart.
Hope with uplifted foot, set free from earth,
Pants for the place of her etherial birth,
On steady wings sails through th' immense.
abyss.

Plucks amaranthine joys from bowers of bliss,
And crowns the soul while yet a mourner here,
With wreaths like those triumphant spirits

wear.

Hope, as an anchor, firm and sure, holds fast

The Christian vessel, and defies the blast. Hope! nothing else can nourish or secure His new-born virtues, and preserve him pure. Hope! let the wretch, once conscious of the joy,

Whom now despairing agonies destroy, Speak, for he can, and none so well as he What treasures centre, what delights in thee. Had he the gems, the spices and the land, That boasts the treasure, all at his command; The fragrant grove, th' inestimable mine,

Were light, when weighed against one smile

of thine.

THE BELIEVER'S SAFETY.

[Newton.

THAT man no guard nor weapon needs,

Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows; But safe may pass, if duty leads,

Through burning sand or mountain snows.