But, fix'd on thee, a steady faith maintain,
And own all good which thy decrees ordain;
On thy unfailing Providence depend,
The best protection, and the surest friend.
Thus on life's stage may I my part sustain,
And at my exit thy applauses gain!
When thy pale herald summons me away,
Support me in that dread catastrophe ;
In that last conflict guard me from alarms,
And take my soul expiring to thy arms.
MRS. CARTER.

Onward! for the Truths of God.

ONW

NWARD! Hath earth's ceaseless change
Trampled on thy heart?

Faint not, for that restless range

Soon will heal the smart.

Trust the future: time will prove
Earth hath stronger, truer love.

Bless thy God-the heart is not
An abandoned urn,

Where, all lonely and forgot,
Dust and ashes mourn:

Bless him, that his mercy brings
Joy from out its withered things.

Onward, for the truths of God-
Onward, for the right!
Firmly let the field be trod,

In life's coming fight:

Heaven's own hand will lead thee on,

Guard thee till thy task is done!

Then will brighter, sweeter flowers
Blossom round thy way,

Than e'er sprung in Hope's glad bowers,

In thine early day :

And the rolling years shall bring

Strength and healing on their wing.

LUELLA J. B. CASE.

One Glance of Thine Creates a Day.

YET, gracious God,

Yet will I seek thy smiling face:

What though a short eclipse his beauties shroud, And bar the influence of his rays?

Tis but a morning vapour or a summer cloud; He is my sun, though He refuse to shine. Though for a moment He depart,

I dwell for ever on his heart,

For ever He on mine.

Early before the light arise,

I'll spring a thought away to God;
The passion of my heart and eyes
Shall shout a thousand groans and sighs,
A thousand glances strike the skies,
The floor of his abode.

Dear Sovereign, hear thy servant pray ;
Bend the blue heavens, Eternal King,
Downward thy cheerful graces bring;

Or shall I breathe in vain, and pant my hours away? Break, glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil,

Look, how the armies of despair
Aloft their sooty banners rear

Round my poor captive soul, and dare

Pronounce me prisoner of hell.

But Thou, my Sun, and Thou, my Shield,
Wilt save me in the bloody field;

Break, glorious Brightness, shoot one glimmering

One glance of thine creates a day,

[ray ;

And drives the troops of hell away.

Happy the times, but ah! those times are gone, When wondrous power, and radiant grace, Round the tall arches of thy temple shone, And mingled their victorious rays:

Sin, with all its ghastly train,

Fled to the depths of death again, And smiling triumph sat on every face: Our spirits, raptured with the sight, Were all devotion, all delight,

And loud Hosannas sounded the Redeemer's praise.

Here could I say,

(And paint the place whereon I stood,)

Here I enjoyed a visit half the day

From my descending God:

I was regaled with heavenly fare,

With fruit and manna from above; Divinely sweet the blessings were, While my Emmanuel was there;

And o'er my head

The Conqueror spread

The banner of his love.

Then why, my heart, sunk down so low?
Why do my eyes dissolve and flow,
And hopeless nature mourn?
Review, my soul, those pleasing days,
Read his unalterable grace

Through the displeasure of his face,
And wait a kind return.

A father's love may raise a frown,
To chide the child, or prove the son,
But love will ne'er destroy;

The hour of darkness is but short,

Faith be thy life, and patience thy support:

The morning brings thee joy.

ISAAC WATTS.

Oh! what is Life!

So many years I've seen the sun,

And called these hands and eyes my own; A thousand little acts I've done,

And childhood have, and manhood known:

Oh! what is Life! and this dull round

To tread, why was a spirit bound?

So many airy thoughts and lines,

And vain exertions of the mind,
Have filled my soul with great designs,
While practice grovelled far behind:
Oh what is Thought! and where withdraw
The glories which my fancy saw?

So many tender joys and woes

Have on my quivering soul had power; Plain life with heightening passions rose,

The boast or burden of their hour: Oh what is all we feel! why fled

Those pains and pleasures o'er my head?

So

many human souls divine

So at one interview displayed, Some oft and freely mixt with mine,

In lasting bands my heart have laid:
Oh what is Friendship! why imprest
On my weak, wretched, dying breast!

So many wondrous gleams of light,
And gentle ardours from above,
Have made me sit, like seraph bright,
Some moments on a throne of love:
Oh what is Virtue! why had I,
Who am so low, a taste so high?

Ere long, when sovereign wisdom wills,
My soul an unknown path shall tread,
And strangely leave, which strangely fills
This frame, and waft me to the dead:
Oh what is Death!-'Tis life's last shore,
Where vanities are vain no more;
Where all pursuits their goal obtain,

And Life is all retouched again;

Where in their bright results shall rise,

Thoughts, virtues, friendships, griefs, and joys.

GAMBOLD.