To him my Saviour? do I blot

His name, with erring deeds, and not
Give him my all? Oh, strive, oh, seek,
His name is Mercy; be but meek,
And He will save thee; He will guide
Thy soul, and take thee to His side,
Where holy Magdalene once stood,
And looked to Him for heavenly food.
Then love thy God. "I am the way,
The truth, the life,"*-and when the day,
The time that never ends, shall come,
Thou shalt arise, and with him roam

In realms of everlasting home.

*St. John, ch. xiv. v. 6.

A SABBATH HYMN.

THE sun is shining clear and bright,
Reflecting rays of pure delight

Upon the sacred page;

And thousands and ten thousands fall

Before the Lord their Maker's call,
The simple and the sage.

They raise in one triumphant cry Their hymn of praise and offering high To Him who reigns above;

Oh, may they all who thus proclaim

The blessing of a Saviour's name,

Remember Him we love.

And may each heart to virtue dead
Be born again, and thus be led

To celebrate His praise;

And daily may their offering be—
From sin and sorrow set me free,
Thy holy love to raise.

Oh, send abroad Thy love divine
That each and all may call Thee mine,
And may they ever tell,

In holy raptures, day by day.

The blessing of a Saviour's way,

And ever with him dwell.

A SABBATH SCENE.

'TWAS Sabbath morn, I stood awhile Within the Temple's solemn aisle,

And gazed, with feelings calm and bright, Upon that soul-absorbing sight.

A thousand hearts were raised to Him,
With songs of earth-born care,

The treacherous and alluring eye

Were idly gazing there.

That holy man, who knew full well

The meek, the low, the fair,

Beguiled our hearts with heavenly love

Against love's earthly snare.

He spoke of love's aspiring joy,

The soul's secure retreat,—

'Twould melt our hearts, 'twould calm our

fears,

To sit at Jesus' feet.

But still it must be our chief delight,

Nor wisdom to delay,

He cannot love his Saviour who

Forgets to watch and pray.

With energy He spake awhile,
Then mildly looked on all-

Oh! if ye love your dear-bought souls,
Love Jesus, or ye fall.

Remember those soul-searching words,

That from His accents fell

If ye love me, my statutes keep, "Tis to be saved from hell.

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