"So shalt thou come to thy reaping, so shalt thou say

it is well

With lips redeemed from the curse, and soul from the uttermost hell!"

"Heaven to win a soul must bring it down."

"A noble heart like the sun showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate."

"Hath any wronged thee? Be bravely revenged. Slight it, and the work's begun. Forgive it, and 'tis finished."

SONGS IN HUMILIATION.

"We mount to heaven on the ruins of our cherished schemes, finding our failures were successes."

I

WILL go forth 'mong men, not mailed in scorn, But in the armor of a pure intent;

Great duties are before me, and great songs,

And whether crowned or crownless when I fall,

It matters not, so as God's work is done.

ALEXANDER SMITH.

'TIS

IS all I have-smoke, failure, foiled endeavor,
Coldness and doubt, and palsied lack :

Such as I have, I send Thee, perfect Giver,

Send Thou Thy lightning back!

GEO. MACDONALD.

G

ROPEST thou in failure's valley
Sad, disheartened and dismayed?
Lest as in the past thy footsteps

May be yet again betrayed,
Fix thine eyes upon the orient,
Turn thee from the sorrow's feast,
Till the never-failing sunrise
Glorifies the darkened east!

UT all through life I see a cross,

BUT

Where sons of God yield up There is no gain except by loss,

their breath;

There is no life except by death.
There is no vision but by faith,
No glory but by bearing shame,
Nor justice but by taking blame;
And that Eternal Passion saith
Be emptied of glory and right and name.

OLRIG GRANGE.

OFTLY sing the love of Jesus!

For our hearts are full of tears, And we think how walking humbly

This low earth for weary years,

Without riches, without dwelling,

Wounded sore by foe and friend, In the garden and in dying,

Jesus loved us to the end.

HEN the sad soul in weariness

W the sand

Bows low, and knows its own distress,

Nor finds through the extended earth
The happiness pursued since birth,-
Borne down with sorrow and the press
Of a keen sense of little worth,—

In these dear words its woes may drown,
"Whoso is faithful wears a crown."

There is this thought for you and you;
God's providence is not untrue:
He serves as well who bravely bears
As he who with distinction shares,—
There is a work for each to do:
The soul that uncomplaining wears
The chains wherewith it is enchained,
Is sweeter for the patience gained.

To be exultant, good or strong,
When praised or flattered by the throng—
When circumstance and men conspire
To raise us to a level higher,-