Christ purged his temple; so must thou thy heart. All worldly thoughts are but thieves met together

To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well;
For churches either are our heaven, or hell.

Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge.
If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not.
God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge
To pick out treasures from an earthly pot.
The worst speak something good. If all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth patience.

He that gets patience, and the blessing which
Preachers conclude with, hath not lost his pains ;
He that, by being at church, escapes the ditch
Which he might fall in by companions, gains.
He that loves God's abode, and to combine
With saints on earth, shall one day with them shine.

Jest not at preacher's language or expression : How know'st thou but thy sins made him miscarry?

Then turn thy faults and his into confession.
God sent him, whatsoe'r he be. O tarry,
And love him for his Master! His condition,
Though it be ill, makes him no ill physician.

None shall in hell such bitter pangs endure,

As those who mock at God's way of salvation. Whom oil and balsams kill, what salve can cure?

They drink with greediness a full damnation. The Jews refus'd thunder, and we folly : Though God do hedge us in, yet who is holy?

Sum up at night what thou hast done by day;
And in the morning, what thou hast to do.
Dress and undress thy soul. Mark the decay

And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.

"ABIDE WITH US.*

"Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent."-Luke xiv: 29.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide ;

The darkness thickens. Lord, with me abide :
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:

Change and decay in all around I see ;-
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I crave, a passing word;
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord.
Familiar, condescending, patient, free:
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in thy wings -
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ;.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,.
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee:
On to the close, O Lord, abide with mẹ.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is Death's sting? Where, Grave, thy vic
tory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me..

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes,

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows

flee:

In life, in death, O Lord, remember me.

“COME UP HITHER."—REV. iv: 1.

[The last clod had been laid upon her grave, and I had returned to the silence and solitude of my desolate home. Alone with bitter thoughts, hour after hour went by, and the first shadows of the coming night began silently to enter the room, where I was sitting in a half trance of grief. Suddenly I became conscious of a presence beside me. Without any manifestation to the outward senses, I felt that SHE was there, yearning towards me with an infinite pity; and the voice which had so long been to me above all other music, sang to my heart the words below.]

I shine in the light of God,

His likeness stamps my brow,

Through the valley of death my feet have trod And I reign in glory now:

No breaking heart is here,

No keen and thrilling pain,

No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear Hath rolled and left its stain.

I have found the joy of heaven,
I am one of the angel band,
To my head a crown is given,
And a harp is in my hand.

I have learned the song they sing,
Whom Jesus hath made free,

And the glorious walls on high shall ring
With my new-born melody.

No sin →no grief — no pain
Safe in my happy home

My fears all fled

my doubts all slain ·

My hour of triumph come

O friend of my mortal years!

The trusted and the tried,

Thou art walking still in the vale of tears, But I am by thy side.

Do I forget? Oh no!

For memory's golden chain

Shall bind my heart to hearts below,

Till they meet and touch again,

Each link is strong and bright,
And love's electric flame