Yea, I have proved thy power, my God,
And felt thy efficacious blood:

But sin remains, though it I flee;
Wilt thou preserve backsliding me?

"Before I wrought upon thy will,

I knew how treacherous thou wouldst deal;
I did thy base transgressions see,
And yet resolved I would keep thee.
But thou shalt conqueror be at length;
Till then I will renew thy strength:
Sin shall not have the victory:
Only believe, I will keep thee."

Permit me once again to speak;
Sometimes, thy face in tears I seek;
And oft a gloomy veil I see:

Canst thou be wroth, and yet keep me ?

66 Let, then, this answer thee suffice;

In

anger I do not chastise.

More fervent be thy cry, thy plea,
And, as I live, I will keep thee.
But if thou dost forsake thy God,
Then will I visit with the rod.
I may correct, to a degree,
Nevertheless, I will keep thee."

But ah! I feel temptation strong;
And, if my journey should be long,

I fear I shall dishonor thee.
Wilt thou continue to keep me ?

"Can I forsake my heart's delight?
Thy end is precious in my sight.
I conquered death on Calvary,
And from its sting I will keep thee.
I will be near thy dying bed;
Amid the waves sustain thy head;
My rod, my staff, thy help shall be;
In perfect peace I will keep thee.
I am the ark that goes before,
To guide the pilgrims safe to shore;
At
my rebuke shall Jordan flee;
In life, in death, I will keep thee.

Then, then, my sister, then, my spouse,
I will fulfil my sacred Vows,

And thou in bliss my glory see,

When on my throne I 've placed thee."

It is enough. My Lord! my Love!
The hills, the mountains, must remove;
But I shall still unshaken be;

Thy word is passed,-THOU WILT KEEP ME.

SUBMISSION.

"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the

SUBMISSIVE to thy will, my God,

I all to thee resign,

And bow before thy chastening rod;
I mourn, but not repine.

Why should my foolish heart complain,
When wisdom, truth, and love
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above.

How short are all my sufferings here,

How needful every cross;

Away, my unbelieving fear,

Nor call my gain my loss.

Then give, O Lord, or take away,
I'll bless thy sacred name;
Jesus, to-day, and yesterday,
And ever, is the same.

HAWEIS.

HE WHOM CHRIST LOVES.

"Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick."- John xi. 3.

SAVIOUR! I can welcome sickness,
If these words be said of me;

Can rejoice, 'midst pain and weakness,
If I am but loved by thee;
Love so precious

Balm for every wound will be.

Thou, who waitest not for fitness
In the souls thy blood has saved,
Let thy Spirit now bear witness,
He this sentence has engraved, -
Love so precious

Gives me all my prayers have craved.

Though that love send days of sadness,
In a life so brief as this,

It prepares me days of gladness,

And a life of perfect bliss;

Love so precious

Bids me every fear dismiss.

WHY AM I STRICKEN?

"I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me wherefore thou contendest with me." - Job x. 2.

O THOU! whose gently chastening hand

In mercy deals the blow,

Make but thy servant understand

Wherefore thou lay'st me low.

I ask thee not the rod to spare,
While thus thy love I see ;
But, O, let every suffering bear

Some message, Lord, from thee!

Perhaps an erring wish I knew

To read my future fate,

And thou wouldst say, "Thy days are few, And vain thy best estate !"

Perhaps thy glory seemed my choice,

Whilst I secured my own,
And thus my kind reprover's voice

Tells me he works alone.

O, silence thou this murmuring will,
Nor bid thy rough wind stay,
Till with a furnace hotter still
My dross is purged away!

"GOD IS LOVE."

1 John iv. 8.

I CANNOT always trace the way
Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;

But I can always, always say,

That God is love.