Rev. ii. 10.

P.M.

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1-Be faithful to the end!

Let not danger nor distress

Make thy heart love Jesus less.

Until death trust thou that Friend!

Ah! the suffering of this earth,

All the glory is not worth

Which thy Lord will give to thee,
When up yonder thou shalt be.

2-Be faithful in thy grief!

Let not storms from Christ divide,
Let not weeping Jesus hide.
Murmur not, to get relief;

For impatience makes thy care
Heavier much for thee to bear,
Happy he, who childlike will
Let God lead him up the hill!

3-Be faithful in thy faith!
Let not any robber bold

Take it from thy heart's stronghold ;
Keep thy covenant till death.

Then in the o'erflowing wave

God is with thee, strong to save.
Ah! thou goest there forlorn,
When thou art to Him forsworn!

4-Be faithful in thy love!
See the love God has for thee!
Love thy neighbour, e'en when he

Lays more cares, thy care above.
Think how Jesus prayed for those,
By whose hands His cross arose.
E'en as God doth thee forgive,
So let mercy in thee live.

5-And in thy hope stand true ! Trust thou firmly in God's word! Is thy cry in trouble heard,

Comes He not to help thee through?
Hope thou in Him firmly yet,
For the Lord doth not forget;
Even now is help proclaim'd;
Hope can never make ashamed.

6-Then forward! steadfast be,

In faith, love, hope, for ever!

Lord, I hear, and I will never

Leave my God, who leaves not me.

He is my soul's rejoicing still,

Griefs no more my joy can kill.

Reach forth Thy hand, O God, my Friend!

Make me faithful to the end.

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Micah vi. 6.

1-How shall I meet my Saviour?
How shall I welcome Thee?
What manner of behaviour
Is now required of me?
I wait for Thy salvation;
Grant me Thy Spirit's light,
Thus will my preparation
Be pleasing in Thy sight.

2-While with her sweetest flowers
Thy Zion strews Thy way,

I'll raise with all my powers
To Thee a grateful lay;
To Thee, the King of glory,
I'll tune a song divine,

And make Thy love's bright story
In graceful numbers shine.

3-What hast Thou not performed,
Lord to retrieve my loss,

Whilst I was so deformed
By sin and nature's dross!
Thou raised'st me to glory,
Endowed'st me with bliss,
Which is not transitory,
As worldly grandeur is.

7.6.

4-No sinful man's endeavour,
Nor any mortal's care,

Could draw Thy sovereign favour
To sinners in despair ;
Uncall'd thou cam'st with gladness,
Us from the fall to raise,

And change our grief and sadness
To songs of joy and praise.

5-Ye, who with deep contrition

Bemoan

your

sinful state,

Fear not,-Christ gives remission

Of sins, however great.
He comes, repenting sinners
With life and love to crown,
And make them happy winners
Of glory like His own.

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1 Peter ii. 21.

P.M.

1-He suffer'd! And wilt thou repine
In this thy Master's lot to join?

He died for thee! And wouldst not thou
Die to the world's seducing show?
He prayed for thee! Wilt thou be slow
To seek the grace He can bestow?

2-He lived for thee! Wilt thou not strive
Henceforth to Him alone to live?

He bore God's curse thy soul to save!
And fearest thou man's wrath to brave?
He bore the cross! Wilt thou refuse

To bear the cross His love shall choose?

3-He rose for thee! From earth arise,
And fix thy gaze upon the skies!
He loves thee! Wilt thou turn away?
He calls thee on! Wilt thou delay ?
Thou, whom He suffer'd to redeem,
Brother, make haste to follow IIim.

F. Z. B.

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John i. 35.

7.

1-Master, where abidest Thou?

Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek ;
For the wants which press us now,
Other aid is all too weak.

Can'st Thou take our sins away?
Can we find repose in Thee?
From Thy gracious lips to-day,

As of old, breathes, "Come and see.