"Be not weary," tempted Christian; sin allures but here on earth: Faith is tried by sore temptation; 'tis the furnace proves its worth. Bounds are set unto the tempter, beyond which he cannot go : Patient still, on GOD relying, faith will overcome the foe. "Be not weary," weeping Christian; tears endure but for the night: Joy, deep joy, thy spirit greeting, soon returns with morning light. Every tear thou shedd'st is numbered in the register above: Heaven is tearless; sweet the prospect, sighless, tearless land of love! "Be not weary," hoping Christian, though the vision tarry long; Hope will bring the blessing nearer; change thy sorrow into song. Nought shall press thy spirit downwards, if thy hopes all brightly shine! : Hold thy hope, whate'er thou losest living, precious hopes are thine. "Be not weary," troubled Christian, rest remains for thee on high, Dwell upon the untold glory of thy future home of joy. There, nor sin, nor sorrow entereth: there, thy soul attuned to praise, Shall, in strains of heavenly fulness, songs of happy triumph raise. "Be not weary," loving Christian; in this heavenly grace abound; JESUS, well thou knowest, loved thee, though in mad rebellion found. Drink, drink deeply, of His Spirit; JESUS' love knows great nor small; Nature loves but what is lovely; grace embraceth one and all. "Be not weary," fighting Christian; fierce the battle, strong the foe, Yet, in heav'nly armour conquer; onward to the battle go. See thy Captain, crowned in glory, gives thee power, and shares thy toil: No sword, no weapon 'gainst thee shall prosper; but only on the foe recoil. Warrior Christian, fight the battle; soon the enemy shall fly: Crowns and glory yet await thee; fight and win the victory. Angels' joys in JESUS' presence, soon for ever thine shall be; Fight and conquer; GoD shall crown thee: come to th' eternal jubilee. Christian, thus in grace unwearied, pass thy sojourn here below; Spurn lukewarmness: let thy bosom ever with true fervour glow! Look to CHRIST, thy great example, copy Him in all His ways; Let thy life and conversation echo thy Redeemer's praise. A. M. SALVATION OF THE HEATHEN. Is virtue then, unless of Christian growth, My creed persuades me, well employed, may save; Possess for me their undisputed lot, And take un-envied the reward they sought. F But still in virtue of a SAVIOUR's plea, Celestial, though they knew not whence it came; From what they knew, to what they wished to know. The wretch who slights the bounty of the skies, The good he scorned all carried to account. COWPER. GOING HOME. "WILL you come with me, my love?" "Will you come and gather flowers ?" Then in a low, sweet, gentle voice, "But will you not?" I asked again, And you might twine a lily wreath And I could shew you pleasant things, If you would only come; But still she answered as before, "No; I am going home." "But look, my child, the fields are green, "Does it not hurt your tender feet, "My Father bid me keep this path, Nor ever turn aside; The road which leads away from Him, Is very smooth and wide; |