Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand,
From whence my comforts flow;
And let me in this desert land
A glimpse of Canaan know.

Is health and ease my happy share?
Oh, may I bless my God!
Thy kindness let my songs declare,
And spread Thy praise abroad.

While such delightful gifts as these
Are kindly dealt to me,

Be all my hours of health and ease
Devoted, Lord, to Thee.

In griefs and pains Thy sacred Word
(Dear solace of my soul!)
Celestial comforts can afford,
And all their power control.

When present sufferings pain my heart,

Or future terrors rise,

And light and hope almost depart
From these dejected eyes,

Thy powerful Word supports my hope,
Sweet cordial of the mind,
And bears my fainting spirit up,

And bids me wait resigned.

And, oh! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of Thy grace impart,

And let me live to Thee.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

My path of life attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,

And bless its happy end."

E. B. S.

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Thine Eyes shall see the King."

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Isaiah xxxiii. 17.

A PROMISE FOR 1880.

IFT up thy head, poor child of earth,
Throw off each gloomy fear;

Hope thou in God," and thus enjoy
A gladsome, bright new year.

Think of the mercies of the past,

In songs of gladness sing;
To thee I bring a promise sweet-
"Thine eyes shall see the King!"

Though friends all fail thee, and forsake,
Though fairest hopes be riven,
Though care and sorrow mark each step,
There's rest for thee in heaven.
And even here, the darkest clouds
Shall purer sunshine bring,
For, through the swiftly-falling tears,
"Thine eyes shall see the King!"

Trust in the Lord with all thy heart,
And live for Him alone;

Let others seek the world's applause,
Get thou the King's "Well done!"
So, doing right, for Jesus' sake,

Sweet peace to thee shalt bring;
In all the changes of this life

"Thine eyes shall see the King!"

Earth's glories fade, and sad decay
Will mark each year of life;
There will be days of sunshine fair,
With nights of pain and strife.
Yet, surely as the winter's chill
Precedes the balmy spring,

In light or darkness, ease or pain,
"Thine eyes shall see the King."

Then do the right, whate'er it cost-
This for your motto take,

Each day, when tempted and when tried,
"For Christ, my Saviour's sake."

So at the last thy "Welcome home!"
The bells of heaven will ring;
And, in His beauty, evermore
"Thine eyes shall see the King."

E. B.

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We Know in Part."

"For we know in part.

But when that which is perfect is come, then that which

is in part shall be done away."-1 Cor. xiii. 9, 10.

E know in part; a little of the glory

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Is present with us now;

The earnest of the resurrection triumph
E'en here is on our brow.

But never yet was soul so fair

That all the radiance it could bear.

We know in part; the Father's full adoption
Is ours by faith to-day;

And Jesu's blood, for ever and for ever,

Has washed our sins away.

We know in part, but what remains to know-
Ah, this, nor mortal tongue nor pen can show.

We know in part our Saviour's deep compassion;
We know in part His grace:

A thousand ties our ransomed hearts acknowledge,
Bending before His face.

But when we stand around the throne,
Then shall we know as we are known.

We know in part; the Holy Spirit teacheth

We are not orphans here;

The gracious promises of God He bringeth,

Our drooping hearts to cheer.

But darkly, "through a glass" we see,

Till death unveils eternity.

O Trinity Divine! O Three in One!

We lift our hearts in praise,

For all the tender light that gilds

The darkness of our days.

But, Lord, we praise Thee evermore,

That Thou dost keep the best in store.

Y. E. T.

CCORDING to a good old custom in our town, the solemn "watch-night" of the last day in the year was succeeded by a special service, early on New Year's morning. A simple service of prayer and praise it was-praise for mercies past, and

prayer for the untried future—and very earnestly did the minister invite the poorer members of his flock to attend, to get a first word with their heavenly Father before the toils of a fresh period in their existence should commence. Not a few responded to his appeal by a timely appearance at this service, and much touched was their painstaking minister to see tokens of their presence, long before he entered the chapel. Here, resting against a pillar in the porch, was a spade, with trowel and hod; there, on a step corner, a carpenter's tool bag; then, a sweep's apparatus and soot bags. In a corner behind the scraper was a paint-pot, with its brushes, and there a blacksmith was evidently represented by a couple of stove bars.

"All right! That's Tom Parsons; that's Sam Rogers; and-yes”—here a flash of glad surprise lightened Mr. Morgan's face"yes, surely that is Black Jack's bag! Oh, that, oh, that

What this "Oh, that!" was meant to express, we can only guess by observing that Mr. Morgan buried his face in his hands for a moment, and then, with a beseeching look, gazed upward, whilst a few inaudible words escaped his lips. He was asking the Holy Spirit's help and God's blessing on the words he was about to speak to the men who, doubtless chiefly to please their minister, had cared to assemble at so early an hour in the house of prayer. As for Black Jack, or, properly, Michael Dodd, he would not have been there at all, perhaps, if the unusual hour had not been rather lark-like.

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My friends," began Mr. Morgan, "I wish you all from the very depth of my heart, a truly happy new year; but still I wish you to remember that you have not done with the old year yet. Far from it. Listen to the text I have chosen to speak to you from. Listen attentively," and slowly and solemnly he read from his Bible: "Godrequireth-that-which-is-past!"

Every eye was turned towards him, and amongst the many fixed in serious attention, Black Jack's were strikingly