But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, for the Sinless has died!

Thou art gone to the grave: and, its mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;

But the sunshine of Heaven beamed bright on thy waking,

And the song which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's song!

Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;

When God was thy ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide!

He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;

Where death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.

BISHOP HEBER.

100 "THE EARTH IS THE LORD'S." PSALM XXIV. 1.

THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee;
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

When day with farewell beam delays,
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven;
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.

When night, with wings of stormy gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord are Thine.

When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;

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And every flower the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye;
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

T. MOORE.

CHRIST'S INTERCESSION.

THOU, who didst for Peter's faith
Kindly condescend to pray,

Thou, whose loving-kindness hath
Kept me to the present day,
Kind Conductor,

Still direct my devious way!

When a tempting world in view

Gains upon my yielding heart,
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then one look of pity dart,
Teach me pleasures

Which the world can ne'er impart.

When I sit beneath Thy word,

At Thy table cold and dead,

When I cannot see my Lord,
All my little day-light fled,
Sun of Glory,

Beam again around my head.

When thy statutes I forsake,
When my graces dimly shine,
When the covenant I break,
Jesus, then remember Thine!
Check my wanderings

By a look of love divine.

Then, if heavenly dews distil,

If my hopes are bright and clear, While I sit on Zion's hill,

Temper joy with holy fear;
Keep me watchful,

Safe alone when Thou art near.

When afflictions cloud my sky,

When the tide of sorrow flows,

When Thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on Thy love repose:

Stay Thy rough wind,

When the chilling eastern blows.

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JACOB'S WELL.

THOU, who didst sit on Jacob's well
The weary hour of noon,

The languid pulses Thou canst tell,
The nerveless spirit tune.

Thou from Whose Cross in anguish burst
The cry that owned Thy dying thirst,
To Thee we turn, our Last and First,
Our Sun and soothing Moon.

From darkness, here, and dreariness
We ask not full repose,

Only be Thou at hand, to bless
Our trial hour of woes.

Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid
By the clear rill and palmy shade?

And see we not, up earth's dark glade,
The gate of Heaven unclose ?

KEBLE,