Abashed before His feet I fell

He bade me rise, my course pursue-
But I was fain my tale to tell,

And graciously He heard me through—
I owned my guilt, confessed my sin,
Bent my proud head, and entered in.

And, as I journey on my way,

Through cloud and sunshine, smiles and tears, Nearer and clearer, day by day,

The goal of all my hopes appears;

And, though the path is rough to me,
My heart is light, my soul is free.

UPWARD AND ONWARD.

"Faint, yet pursuing."-Judges viii. 4.

RT thou worn and weary,

ART

Child of earth and sin?

Is the prospect dreary,
And the heart within?
Do thy work and mission
Fruitless prove to thee,

And thy hopes a vision
That but seems to flee?

Up, and break the fetter
Of each dark delay!
Waiting for the better,

Labour day by day!
Soon the seed shall render
Its unfailing yield,

In the wealth and-splendour

Of the harvest-field !

Art thou faint and fearful

In the fight of life,
Though so brave and cheerful

In thine early strife?
Art thou gazing round thee

For the means to fly?

Have new terrors found thee,

And the fear to die?

Strive with stout endeavour,

Till the danger's past ! Yield the vantage never ;

Hold it to the last!

Angel faces o'er thee

Lovingly look down;

And there waiteth for thee An eternal crown!

Art thou lorn and lonely,
With no earthly friend,
Moving forward only

To the wished-for end;
Not one glimpse of heaven,
When thou lookest up,
Not one soothing leaven
In thy bitter cup?

Still, right onward pressing,
With new courage go!

God will bring a blessing
Out of every woe!
Hope for each to-morrow;
Trust for each to-day!
Soon the tears of sorrow

Shall be wiped away!

"O

LIFE IN DEATH.

H, throw the window open,
Let in the evening air,

For hot and fev'rish is my brow,

Weary with pain and care,

And I would feel the blessed breeze,
Once more before I die,

Steal through the open window,

And reach me where I lie.
It breathes to me of heaven,
Where now I soon shall be,
And seems to whisper to my soul
Of all I long to see.”

They open wide the window-soft and low,
The breath of heaven fans upon his brow.

"Oh, draw aside the curtain

That hides the setting sun,

For I would see his light once more

Before his race is run.

I always loved to watch him sink

Down in the golden west,

And always wished that I might go

As gently to my rest.

He seems to beckon to some land

Of glory far away,

Where death and darkness end at length
In everlasting day."

They draw aside the curtain-fair and bright,
The light of heaven breaks upon his sight.

"Oh, sing some song of gladness,
Some hymn of joy and praise,
That used to cheer my fainting heart,
E'en in my darkest days.
However sad to other ears
Their melody may be,
I seem the nearer heaven

When they are sung to me.

And to that realm of happiness
I may them with me bear,
For, though you cannot go with me,
Your songs may enter there."

They sing that song of gladness-loud and clear,
The hymns of heaven burst upon his ear.