followed it by prayer, and is earnestly hoping that one day she will meet her fellow-passenger once more in the city where "there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain," and find then that she had from that morning sought the Spirit's power, and been led by it, as a helpless, heavy-laden sinner, to a mighty and rest-giving Saviour..
3 Sure Mark of a Christian.
F I believe in the name of Jesus Christ, I must acknowledge His precepts as my rule of life. I must be poor in spirit. I must be pure in heart.
I must be meek and forgiving. I must be temperate and self-denying. A different society must be lived in; new habits formed; old habits abandoned. There is one proof that must be evident in every man who has a Christian hope in him, namely, that the flesh is subdued to the Spirit. It is a sure mark of a Christian that "he walks not after the flesh, but after the Spirit."-Archbishop Sumner.
"Naught hast Thou, poor Child of Sin."
"This is the work of God, that ye believe on Him whom He hath sent.”—
AUGHT hast thou, poor child of sin
Pardon, peace, and heaven to win;
Wherefore wouldst thou plead delay
When thy Saviour says to-day?
This is what thy work must be→
Trust in Him who died for thee.
What is penance? What is prayer?
Daily fasting, midnight care;
Sighs and tears and watchings deep,
Where the waving willows weep,
If thou hast not in thy plea,
Trust in Him who died for thee?
Leave thy feelings, leave thy fears,
Leave thy labours, sighs, and tears;
Leave thy burden with thy Lord;
Take the Master at His word:
Let thy work of merit be,
Trust in Him who died for thee.
Then the joy which angels own
Shall be thine by faith alone:
Thou shalt taste the balm of peace,
Feel the prisoner's sweet release,
Enter heaven, where prophets be:
Trust in Him who died for thee.
Believe and Live.
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.”—Acts xvi. 31.
EAR His voice, O child of woe,
Where the Gospel breezes blow,
Where the trees of triumph stand
'Mid the lilies of the land,
And the rills of mercy glide,
Mingling with salvation's tide.
Sheltered in this sacred place,
'Mid the fruitful vines of grace,
Flows His voice, who fills with love
Earth and air and heaven above.
He eternal life will give:
We may now believe and live.
Every star that shines on high,
Every meteor of the sky,
Every flower and changing leaf,
Every bud and blossom brief,
All and each this teaching give-
We may now believe and live.
Higher tidings, holier cheer,
Never gladdened human ear;
Maid and mother, sire and son,
Saint and sinner, every one,
May their hearts to Jesus give,
Hear His voice, believe, and live.
EAR Saviour! night is drawing nigh;
The darkness falls, the day will die:
Oh take me 'neath Thy loving care,
And let me Thy protection share.
Be with me, Lord, both night and day;
And keep me in the King's highway,
Or else my feet will fail and slide,
And cause Thy foes Thee to deride.
Oh cleanse my soul from every sin,
And make me pure and white within;
Give godly sorrow, hearty, true,
As here my sins I now review.
Before this waning sun has set,
May I forgive all those I've met,
Who now I think have injured me,
Or scorned, or slighted words of Thec.
Let Thy rich blessings, Lord, descend,
On every foe, on every friend;
May all I love to Thee be brought,
And none Thy precepts set at naught.
Give me, O Lord, a loving heart,
Willing from self and sin to part:
Thoughtful for others, gentle, mild,
Docile and guileless as a child.
When Death's twin-sister, gentle Sleep,
Shall fold me in her arms, oh keep
Me safe from evils great and small,
And let Thy peace descend on all.
And when life's little day shall close,
May its sun set in calm repose;
No fevered fret, no pulses wild,
But as the sleep of infant child.
Be Thou my staff, be Thou my stay,
As gently fades this world away;
Oh fill me with Thy Spirit's light,
And let me know no cloud, no night.
Thine hand in mine, lead, gently lead,
O'er the rough stones of pain and need;
Let thanks and praise fill all my breath,
For in Thine arms I know no death.
The Wreckers' Beacon.
T's hard to make a fire now; there ain't ever no drift-wood about, and coals is so dear," said a poor-looking woman, as she packed up some dry sea-weed that had been left by the last high
tide among the huge stones on a wild rocky beach. "Maybe you'll find some to-morrow," remarked a man who was sitting near, apparently mending a fishing-net. "How do you know that?" asked the woman, sharply.
EAR Saviour! night is drawing nigh;
The darkness falls, the day will die:
Oh take me 'neath Thy loving care,
And let me Thy protection share.
Be with me, Lord, both night and day;
And keep me in the King's highway,
Or else my feet will fail and slide,
And cause Thy foes Thee to deride.
Oh cleanse my soul from every sin,
And make me pure and white within ;
Give godly sorrow, hearty, true,
As here my sins I now review.
Before this waning sun has set,
May I forgive all those I've met,
Who now I think have injured me,
Or scorned, or slighted words of Thee.
Let Thy rich blessings, Lord, descend,
On every foe, on every friend;
May all I love to Thee be brought,
And none Thy precepts set at naught.
Give me, O Lord, a loving heart,
Willing from self and sin to part:
Thoughtful for others, gentle, mild,
Docile and guileless as a child.
When Death's twin-sister, gentle Sleep,
Shall fold me in her arms, oh keep
Me safe from evils great and small,
And let Thy peace descend on all.
And when life's little day shall close,
May its sun set in calm repose;
No fevered fret, no pulses wild,
But as the sleep of infant child.
Be Thou my staff, be Thou my stay,
As gently fades this world away;
Oh fill me with Thy Spirit's light,
And let me know no cloud, no night.
Thine hand in mine, lead, gently lead,
O'er the rough stones of pain and need;
Let thanks and praise fill all my breath,
For in Thine arms I know no death.
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