GO AND TELL JESUS. "And they came unto him from every quarter." — Mark. i. 45. Go and tell Jesus when thy heart is glad, That naught may cause thy heart from him to stray. Go and tell Jesus when thy sins arise O, cheer my gloomy way with thy clear light! Be of good cheer, thy sins shall pardoned be. Go and tell Jesus when thy heart is full When the dear, precious form of one beloved in the grave laid low. Go and tell Jesus, he will soothe thy grief, To thy poor, suffering spirit give relief. Go and tell Jesus when thy weak heart fails, Go and tell Jesus, he will say to thee, Go and tell Jesus; so shall he be thine, Saviour, I come; O, teach me how to pray! CHRIST'S DISCIPLINE. "Nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby."- Heb. xii. 11. O SAVIOUR! Whose mercy, severe in its kindness, Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair The blossom blushed bright,—but a worm was below; The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam; Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe, And bitterness flowed in the soft-flowing stream. So, cured of my folly, but cured but in part, I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven Would be bright as the sun, and glad as the morn; Thou show'dst me the path, -it was dark and uneven, All rugged with rock and all tangled with thorn. I dreamed of celestial rewards and renown, I grasped at the triumph which blesses the brave; I asked for the palm-branch, the robe, and the crown, I asked, and thou show'dst me a cross and a grave. Subdued and instructed, at length, to thy will There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe, THE BORDER-LAND. "For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills."— Deut. viii. 7. I HAVE been to a land, a Border-land, Where there was but a strange, dim light, I scarce bethought me how there I came, Its morning and light were marked by the flight But I saw from this land, this Border-land, That they looked across to a wondrous strand, Then I turned me to Him, "the Crucified," Who had ransomed with blood my sinful soul, Yet nay; for a while in the Border-land And gather rich fruits with a trembling hand, NOT UNCLOTHED, BUT CLOTHED UPON. "For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened; not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life."-2 Cor. v. 4. IN health, O Lord, and prosperous days, In sickness, sorrow, or in shame, O, rather help us as we ought To be unclothed, but clothed upon. O blessed Lord! whose merits dress |