TRIALS A BLESSING. Count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations. James 1: 2. 'Tis my happiness below, Not to live without the cross, Trials must and will befall, But with humble faith to see God in Israel sows the seeds Trials give new life to prayer, Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. Did I meet no trials here, No correction by the way, I should prove a cast-away? Sunk in earthly, vain delight; 'BE OF GOOD CHEER.' Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous; nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby. Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down. - Hebrews 12: 11, 12. O, CHEER thee, cheer thee, suffering saint! power, O, cheer thee, cheer thee, now's the hour While in the furnace to lie still, — This is, indeed, to do his will. Then cheer thee, cheer thee, though the flame His gold shall suffer harm, nor loss, And he will cheer thee, he will calm Show thee the martyr's white-robed throng, Yes, he will cheer thee; -he will prove The soul, encircled by his love, Can meekly, 'midst her anguish, say,'Still will I trust him, though he slay;' And he will make his words thine own, Father! thy will, not mine, be done.' A PRAYER IN SICKNESS. Truly my soul waiteth upon God; from him cometh my salvation.— O THOU, all holy, wise, and just, Thou only object of my trust, If now the last decisive day Of my frail life draw near, My soul, while fainting with dismay, Or, if my past iniquity My dying hour molest, Yet, O then, save me when I die, An entrance into rest. But if thy boundless grace should spare My fleeting life again, Let sin no more my soul ensnare, MEDITATION. Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.-Psalm 4 : 4. WHEN restless on my bed I lie, Still courting sleep, which still will fly, Illume the lone and midnight hour. If hushed the breeze and calm the tide, Perhaps that anxious friend I trace, His faithful counsel, tender care, If loud the wind, the tempest high, Tossed on the deep and swelling wave, CORRECTION NEEDED. Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?- Lamentations 3: 39. WISH not, dear friends, my pain away; The dearest offering he can crave, |