For all the gods of the nations are idols:
But the Lord made the heavens.
Honor and majesty are before Him:
Strength and beauty are in His sanctuary.

Give unto the Lord,

O ye kindreds of the people,

Give unto the Lord glory and strength. Give unto the Lord the glory

Due unto His name:

Bring an offering, and come into His courts.

O worship the Lord

In the beauty of holiness:

Fear before Him, all the earth

Say among the heathen

That the Lord reigneth:

The world also shall be established

That it shall not be moved:

He shall judge the people righteously.

Let the heavens rejoice,

And let the earth be glad;

Let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof.

Let the field be joyful,

And all that is therein:

Then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice

Before the Lord:

For He cometh,

For He cometh to judge the earth:

He shall judge the world with righteousness,

And the people with His truth.

PSALM XCVL

GLO

RISEN WITH CHRIST.

LORY! Glory! Hallelujah! Christ is risen to heights supreme,

Far above our highest vision, far beyond our fondest

dream.

For the brightness of Hisglory is all heavenly and divine, And the brightest crowns terrestrial seem no longer now to shine.

Oh! beloved brother-sister, not in far-off worlds of

light,

But on earth our heaven commences, when we walk with Him in white;

When we've learned our life's one lesson, of obedience to His will,

Then the struggle is all over, and our weary hearts are still.

Discords now are far behind us, and we scarcely hear the sound,

We are walking in His presence, and enjoy His peace profound,

Now the walls of separation change into a golden chord,

Making us all one together, one in Him, our loving Lord.

We are one! no more to sever, nevermore can we divide, Like the holy angels round us, who are walking by our side,

In their whiteness, in their brightness, they allure us on

our way,

Where the sun is ever shining, and no night succeeds the day.

We are one! no earthly love can be so sacred, so divine, Seeing "eye to eye" His glory, in His glory now we shine!

Living only for His kingdom, nothing earthly now we claim,

Nothing charms us, thrills us, fills us, like the music of His name.

L

TAKE UP THE COLLECTION

ADIES and gentlemen :

I'm small, it is true, but great on the stump, And I think the managers knew it;

For they have a difficult work to do,

And I've been selected to do it.

You may talk to the head, and carry your point;
May appeal to the heart, and succeed;

But to speak to the pocket, and make it respond,
Is a difficult work, indeed.

Some speak for applause, and only applause,
And get what they work for, the scamps;
While I care for neither the clapping nor cheers,
But hope you'll come down with the stamps.

We've a load on our backs you can lighten if
You will add to the backs that bear it;
It's green-ones we ask-you'll please give us one,
If able and willing to spare it.

We know that you will, for we've watched you to-night While you listened to speech and to song;

And knew by the good-natured look of your face, You were anxious to help us along.

Good-night, I retire; to this I feel sure

That you've not the slightest objection;
So I will get down, the Committee get up,
And when up they'll take up the collection.

THERE'S NO SUCH WORD AS FAIL.

THE proudest motto for the young!
Write it in words of gold

Upon thy heart, and in thy mind
The stirring truths unfold;
And in misfortune's dreary hour,
Or fortune's prosperous gale,
"Twill have a holy cheering power-
"There's no such word as fail.”

The weary student, bending o'er
The tomes of other days,

And dwelling on their magic lore,

For inspiration prays;

And though with toil his brain is weak,
His brow is deadly pale,

The language of his heart will speak,

"There's no such word as fail."

The sailor on the stormy sea,
May sigh for distant land,

And, free and fearless though he be,
Wish they were near the strand;

But when the storm, on angry wings,
Bears lightning, sleet, and hail,
He climbs the slippery mast and sings,
"There's no such word as fail."

The wily statesman bends his knee
Before fame's glittering shrine,
And would an humble suppliant be
To genius so divine;

Yet though his progress is full slow,
And enemies may rail,

He thinks at last the world to show
"There's no such word as fail."

The child of God, though oft beset
By foes without, within,

These precious words will ne'er forget,
Amid their dreadful din ;

But upward looks with eye of faith,
Armed with the Christian mail,
And in the hottest conflict saith,
"There's no such word as fail."

ALICE B. NEAL.

THE HALF WAS NOT TOLD ME.

WHA

HAT is that long procession approaching Jerusalem? I think from the pomp of it there must be royalty in the train. I smell the breath of the spices which are brought as presents, and I hear the shout of the drivers, and I see the dust-covered caravan showing that they come from far away.