POETRY. THE SOUL PANTING FOR CHRIST. The 42nd Psalm paraphrased. As pants the heart with languid look After the cooling water brook, So pants my soul for God: Before him when shall I appear? I long to stand for ever near, In paths by angels trod. Thro' all the day, and all the night, I've had no pleasure nor delight, My tears I've liv'd upon; My soul pours out herself in me, I follow'd in their mood. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Why art thou not at my controul ? Why art thou not at peace? Still in Jehovah rest thine hope, He will not let thee ever droopMy praises shall not cease. July 15, 1827. As o'er me roll thy wrathful waves, Still, still Jehovah will command, His song throughout the night; And loving-kindness thro' the day,A love that fadeth not away, A love of unknown height. Yet louder could not be my groans, Had I a sword within my bones; Nor greater be my pang Than now, when my oppressors say, Where is the God to whom you pray, The God to whom you sang? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Why art thou not at my controul? Why art thou not at peace? Still in Jehovah rest thine hope, He will not ever let thee droop,Let not thy praises cease. J. A. REJOICE, ye ransom'd sons of In tribulation's dreary road; Tho' here confin'd as in a den, men, Or burden'd with a heavy load. Though trials prick you as a thorn, And beasts of prey around you roar; Be not cast down, be not forlorn, Rejoice both now and evermore. The Lord is good to those he loves, Is ever mindful of his sons : When birds of prey molest his doves, To their relief he ever runs. Rejoice in his unchanging name, Who ever does his people good; Sing praises, spread his worthy fame, Who makes his flesh your richest food. Rejoice, tho' men of spite arise, And call you by opprobrious name; Let Jesu's glory fill your eyes, 'Till heavenly love your souls inflame. Altho' temptation press you sore, And you your weakness greatly feel, In him is strength for evermore, Who bruis'd HIS head that bruis'd his heel. Tho' lost and ruin'd to a man, Ye highly favour'd, heav'nly choice, If you cannot rejoice-who can ? Then evermore, I say, rejoice. If blackest sins appear in view, Rejoice that Jesu's powerful blood Has cancell'd those of darkest hue, And sunk them in oblivion's flood. Not one is left to cause a spot, Or shadow of a spot on you; They're done away and quite forgot, Rejoice in God the just and true! DENIZEN. LONGING FOR GLORY. Father, I will that they also whom thou hast given me be with me where I am, that they may behold my glory."-John xvii. 24. DEAR Jesus, my Lord and my God, Thy mercies 'tis sweet to review; And moulder with others to dust, And eternally sing of thy love: To swell with hosannas the song Compose the enraptured throng. And bring me for ever to thee. J. E. WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF A DEPARTED SISTER IN THE FAITH. SLEEP, sister, sleep in Jesus' arms, For thou art enter'd into rest. Here thou wast troubled, tempted, And often at the footstool sigh'd, In sickness oft, and conflicts long, At length the happy moment came, Thy ransom'd spirit soar'd on high, ENON, |