HELP. And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone: I will make him an help meet for him.--Genesis, ii. 18.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.-Psalm xlvi. 1.

Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.--Psalm lx. 11.

Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth. --Psalm cxxiv. 8.

Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?

Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between :

Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms. Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?

Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode?
For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms:

I tremble to approach an angry God,
And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod.
Fain would I say, "Forgive my foul offence!"

Fain promise never more to disobey;
But should my Author health again dispense, e

Again I might desert from virtue's way: Again in folly's path might go astray;

Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for Heav'nly mercy pray,

Who act so counter Heav'nly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd: yet to temptation ran. O thou great governor of all below!

If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,
Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,

Or still the tumult of the raging sea;
With that controlling power assist ev'n me,

Those headlong furious passions to confine, For all unfit I feel my powers to be,

To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; 0, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!

God, my supporter and my hope,

My help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

Watts. HILLS.

The chief things of the ancient mountains, and for the precious things of the lasting hills.--Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 15.

The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.-Psalm xcvii. 5.

For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.--Isaiah liv. 10.

Then shall they begin to say to the mountains, Fall on us; and to the hills, cover us.--Luke, xxiii. 30.

Oh! my heart panteth to be far away,
Amid the hills--the everlasting hills;
For in my dreams last night a thousand rills
And mountain torrents held resistless sway
O’er my hush'd spirit; and the silent play
Of golden lights and gleamy shadowings
Chequer'd my veiled eyes, like seraphs' wings,
That fan the crimson light of fading day.
I woke: the hum of traffic, and the din
Of mercenary crowds, fillid the calm air:
I heard the voice of mendicant despair
Echo the hollow laugh of reckless sin;
And love was not, nor peace. Oh! let, me win
The hills, the eternal hills-for peace dwells there!

R. F. Housman.

Oh! ye time-honoured hills,
The ancient, the immortal is it not
A high-born privilege ne'er to be forgot,

To feel none of earth's ills?
Sublime are ye as heaven!
Though bleak, not barren; silent, yet not dumb,
From outgone shadows health and music come,

And thronging thoughts are given!
Not worthless is your aim,
To stand from age to age, from hour to hour,
The Almighty's temple, token of his power,
And record of His name.

W. Anderson.

For the strength of the hills we bless thee,

Our God, our fathers' God!
Thou hast made the children mighty,

By the touch of the mountain sod.
Thou hast fix'd our arch of refuge

Where the spoilers foot ne'er trod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,

Our God, our fathers' God.
We are watchers of a beacon

Whose lights must never die;
We are guardians of an altar

'Midst the silence of the sky;
The rocks yield founts of courage,

Struck forth as by thy rod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
· Our God, our fathers' God.
For the dark resounding heavens,

Where thy still small voice is heard,
For the strong pines of the forests,

That by thy breath are stirr’d;
For the storms on whose free pinions

Thy spirit walks abroad;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,

Our God, our fathers' God.
The royal eagle darteth

On his quarry from the heights,
And the stag that knows no master

Seeks there his wild delights;
But we for thy communion

Have sought the mountain sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,

Our God, our fathers' God! Mrs. Hemans.

Look up, my soul, toward the eternal hills;

Those heavens are fairer than they seem, There pleasures all sincere glide in its crystal rills,

There not a dreg of guilt defiles,

Nor guilt disturbs the stream: There is no cursed soil, no tainted spring, No roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting.

Watts. HOLINESS. Thou art holy, O thợu that inhabitest the praises of Israel.--Psalm xxii. 3.

Holiness becometh thine house, O Lord, for ever.--Psalm xciii. 5.

Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord.--Hebrews, xii. 14.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.--Revelations, iv. 8.

Tarice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire.


Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine,
The sun of Holiness shall shine. H. K. White.

Lord, be it mine, like Thine elect, to choose
The better part; like them to use

The means Thy love hath given;
Be holiness my aim on earth;
That death be welcom'd as a birth

To life and bliss in heaven. Bishop Mant.

Not all the pomp and pageantry of worlds
Reflect such glory on the eye supreme,
As the meek virtues of one holy man;
For ever doth his angel, from the face
Divine, beatitude and wisdom draw;
And in his prayer, what privilege adored!
Mounting the heavens, and claiming audience there;
Yes! there, amid a high, immortal host
Of seraphs, hymning in eternal choir,
A lip of clay its orisons can send,
In temple, or in solitude outbreathed.

R. Montgomery.
Ascribe ye holiness unto the Lord;
Not unto man, for he is never holy:
The best of men, who walketh in the light
Of a clear conscience, may not claim that title-
That high distinction, only fit for those
Who dwell with Him—the fount of holiness!

Egone. HOME.

Man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets. --Ecclesiastes, xii. 5.

And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house.--Luke, ix. 61.

Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent rom the Lord.--II. Corinthians, v. 6.

DEATH is, no doubt, in every place the same;
Yet nature casts a look towards home, and most,
Who have it in their power, choose to expire
Where first they drew their breath.


'T was early day, and sunlight streamed

Soft through a quiet room,
That hushed, but not forsaken seemed,

Still, but with nought of gloom.
For there, secure in happy age,

Whose hope is from above,
A father communed with the page

Of heaven-recorded love.
Pure fell the beam and meekly bright

On his gray holy hair,
And touched the book with tenderest light,

As if its shrine were there,
Buit, oh, that patriarch's aspect shone

With something lovelier far;
A radiance all the spirit's own,

Caught not from sun or star.
Some word of life e'en then had met

His calm benignant eye,
Some ancient promise breathing yet

Of immortality.
Some heart's deep language, where the glow

Of quenchless faith survives;
For every feature said, “I know

That my Redeemer lives."

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