Through whom, for us, eternal stands FRIENDSHIP WITH CHRIST. "Nevertheless, I am continually with thee; thou hast holden me by my right hand."- Ps. lxxiii. 23. WHEN, in the hours of lonely woe, Jesus! in whom, but thee above, My flesh is hastening to decay, - Soon shall the world have passed away, And what can mortal friends avail, When heart and strength and flesh shall fail! But, O, be thou, my Saviour, nigh, And I will triumph while I die; My strength, my portion, is divine, And Jesus is for ever mine! CHRIST'S CARE. "Master, carest thou not that we perish? "—. SUCH was the disciples' cry, Mark iv. 38. When the crested waves beat high, Such, O Lord, in trial's hour, But thou didst not, though upbraided, At the word which spoke thy will, At thy voice the waves subsided, Though their faith, too often frail, Thus, O Lord, on us look down, Tossing on a stormy sea, Should we deem ourselves forgot, LOOKING UNTO JESUS. Heb. xii. 2. THOU, who didst stoop below, Wearing the form of frail mortality, Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth,— passed to thy home on high. Man may no longer trace, In thy celestial face, The image of the bright, the viewless One; Save with faith's raptured ear, Thy voice of tenderness, God's holy Son! Those who have placed their hope, their trust, in thee; Before thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where thou art, there they may also be. It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife! Was not thy head by earth's fierce tempests bowed? Raise thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. Even through the awful gloom, Which hovers o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee. LOVE TO CHRIST. "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?"- Rom. viii. 25. THOUGH Sorrows rise and dangers roll I love thee, Lord! I love thee still! Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, O, by the pangs thyself hast borne, |