Safe through the power of Christ's own Prayer!
Him prostrate in Gethsemane I see,

Who in such dying anguish prayed for me-
Father, forgive! Which ever shall prevail,
And not the humblest sigh of Faith shall fail!
Oh with what bliss is that assurance fraught,
With Christ's own cross, from Heaven for man-
kind brought,

Who prayed for Peter, that his faith fail not!

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FROM ENDLESS LOSS TO ENDLESS GAIN.

LOVELY day! such bright array

Of light and cloud, sunshine and shade,

As if the pavement of our way

To Heaven were of Heaven's substance made!

We could be travelling always here,

Nor ever know fatigue or fear,

Nor more desire a change of state,

Than angels to be new create.

Who then has given this spring of joy,
This Pilgrimage without alloy,
And made our natural life's design

Some foretaste of the world Divine?

Who but the Lord, whose name is Love,

And when His sheep from Him had strayed,

To bring them to His fold above,

Their debt in His own sufferings paid!

And this bright day, with blest array,
Of faith and hope in His dear cross,
Its color pleads, its lightnings play,

To save our souls from endless loss!

To lead us in the path of Life,

To bring us to eternal gain,

Where we shall see as we are seen,
Nor sorrows know, nor sin, nor pain.

Forever by His love's constraint, From unbelief and guilt withdrawn, Forever spared the dread remorse

Of Jesus' sufferings put to scorn.

GOING HOME, GOING HOME.

O more thunder, no more wrath,

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No more lightnings on our path;

No dread terrors of Remorse,

Nor false prophets in our course,
Nor flatterers to lead astray

Unguarded souls from Heaven's highway:
But Jacob's Dream, of angels bright,
With radiant golden stairs of Light,
God's central firmament adorning,
Let down from midnight until morning,
Earth's wayworn pilgrims to invite,

With tenderest vigilance and warning,
To tread God's glorious pathway there;
Each step a blissful conquering prayer,
With wings for little ones to wear-
Dear cherubs of the Saviour's care!
Like youthful Pleiades divining,
From their sunlit courses shining,
Myriad Seraphs throwing down
From the unveiled Heavenly Throne,
Quite as much as we can bear
Of the worlds of glory there!

THE PRAYER OF MY HEART.

LORD, subdue my selfish will,

All thy commandments to fulfil; Thy Word on earth thus Heaven to be, In glory through eternity.

To say Thy will, not mine, be done,
Shall be a Heaven on earth begun,
An ecstasy supreme and free,
Of Love and glory given to me.

O God of Mercy! hear my prayer,
That I Thy glory thus may see;
Oh, take me on the wings of love,

And bear me safely up to Thee!

Oh, give me to believe the grace
That pardons all my pride and sin,
And opens wide the gates of Heaven,
That such as I may enter in!

That I may see the blissful face

Of Him whom I would fain adore, And in His likeness know the bliss

Of Christ's own Love for evermore.