seemeth him good." Your Redeemer has taught you, "Nevertheless, not my will, but thine, be done."

Are you looking for deliverance? Promises abound for your consolation. He has, in all ages, proved himself the Saviour of his People; his arm is not shortened, nor his ear heavy.

But, dear friend, if you have looked to Jesus, and been with Jesus on earth, are you not ready to see Him without a veil? and when the message arrives, 66 Come up hither," will you not gladly run to his embrace, and gaze constantly on that lovely face?

But while on earth your sight is imperfect: nevertheless look to Jesus. Blessed sight! and while you look, the Saviour's image is reflected on your countenance; for we all, beholding as in a glass, the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image.

WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"Tis sweet to look beyond the cage,
And long to soar away.

Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the throne
Where Jesus pleads above.

Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book marked down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joy my own.

Sweet to reflect how grace Divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that thy death
My debt of suffering paid.

Sweet on thy faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on thy covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.

Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust thy truth divine;
Sweet to lie passive in thy hands,
And have no will but thine.

If such the sweetness of the streams,
What will that fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!

"Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,

That when my change shall come,

Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

There shall my disembodied soul
Behold him and adore;

Be with his likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more.

Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear

The trumpet's quickening sound;

And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,

At his right hand be found.

If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above,
In Jesus' presence know!

LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. In thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness. And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate. I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the works of thy hands. I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land.

Hear me speedily,

O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down

into the pit. Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee. Deliver me, O Lord, from mine afflictions : I flee unto thee to hide me. Thy Spirit is good; O lead me into the land of uprightness. I am brought very low quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake; for thy righteousness sake, bring my soul out of trouble. My bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, but mine eyes are unto thee. O God, the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

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Hear me speedily for the sake of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour. Amen.

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SUPPORT AT THE LAST.

J. A. JAMES.

MULTITUDES, who, during their lives, could never think of dying without some painful solicitude, have been astonished to find how their fears have been removed, and with what peaceful hope they could lie down and die. A holy life and a happy death, and both of these for the

honour of Christ, the credit of religion, and the good of immortal souls, should be the object of every Christian's ambition. Men and Christians approaching the heavenly Jerusalem! Like a pilgrim going to the Holy City, who has arrived at its very suburbs, and and loses sight of, and interest in, the things that had attracted his attention on the road, and sees only the towers, and walls, and domes of the object of his long and weary journey; so the departing saint, now sees only the things that are heavenly, and is occupied in the contemplation of the exceeding and eternal weight of glory. His dependence upon God's mercy in Christ Jesus is more simple and more firm in the near prospect of standing in the immediate presence of a holy God. The last remains of pride, self-righteousness, and vain-glory die within him; his fancied excellencies vanish; his sins appear in their true light; and he feels more deeply and more delightfully that Christ is all in all. With a grasp of faith he lays hold on the cross, and feels that it can sustain him even when sinking in death. He knows and feels he depends on Christ, and on nothing else. He is peaceful in the billows of Jordan, unaffrighted amid the shadows of the dark valley. Assurance, which he had sought through life, comes in death. If it was not a sun to shine along his path through the world, it is the lamp to cheer him along the dark avenue of the grave. He can die in peace, for he knows in whom he has believed. But in addition to this God, is specially near his dying saints, and loves then to grant them the strongest consolations of his Holy Spirit. It seems to be his design and pleasure to make grace most triumphant amidst the weakness and