WALKING WITH GOD.

[Cowper.

Oh, for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord?

Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still!

But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be;

Help me to tear it from thy throne;

And worship only thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame :
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

DAILY DUTIES, DEPENDENCE AND

ENJOYMENT.

[Christian Observer.

"For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whe

ther we die, we die unto the Lord."

ROM. xiv. 9.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,

The morning light salutes my eyes,

O Sun of Righteousness divine,

On me,

with beams of mercy, shine;

Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,

And turn my darkness into day.

When to Heaven's great and glorious King,

My morning sacrifice I bring,

And mourning o'er my guilt and shame,

Ask mercy in my Saviour's name,

Then, JESUS, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.

As every day thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.

When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When, on my bed, diseased, opprest,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;

O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.

Should Poverty's consuming blow,
Lay all my worldly comforts low,
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord! pity and supply my need,

For thou on earth, wast poor indeed.

Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store,
O keep me from the ills, that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state :
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,

With pardoning mercy richly blest,

Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:

And, as each morning sun shall rise,

O lead me onward to the skies.

And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done;
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed.
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
"To see thy face, and sing thy praise."

THE BIRTH OF CHRIST.

[Heber.

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morn

ing,

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine

aid!

Star of the east the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.