I see cherubic armies march-a camp of fire around.

I hear at noon and even, at morn and midnight hour,

The choral harmonies of heaven, earth's Babel tongues o'er

power.

'Tis then I feel that He (remembered or forgot),

The Lord, is never far from me, though I perceive Him not. In darkness as in light, hidden alike from view,

I wake and sleep within His sight, who looks existence through, From the dim hour of birth, through every changing state

Of mortal pilgrimage on earth, to its appointed date.

All that I am, have been, or ever yet may be,

He sees as He has ever seen, and shall for ever see.
How can I meet His eyes?—mine on the Cross I cast,
And own my life a Saviour's prize, mercy from first to last.
"For ever with the Lord!" Father, if 'tis Thy will,
The promise of Thy faithful word e'en now to me fulfil.
Be Thou at my right hand, then I can never fail,

Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand-fight, and I must prevail.
So when my latest breath shall rend this vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death, and life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known, how shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the Throne, "For ever with the Lord!"
Then, though my soul enjoy communion high and sweet,
While worms this body must destroy, they shall in glory meet.
The trump of final doom, which speaks that self-same word,
And heaven's voice thunders through the tomb, "For ever with
the Lord!"

The tomb shall echo deep that death-awakening sound,

The saints shall hear it in their sleep, and answer from the ground.

Then as they upward fly, that resurrection word

Shall be their shout of victory, "For ever with the Lord!"
That resurrection word, that shout of victory,

Once more-" For ever with the Lord." Amen, so let it be!

Montgomery.

REV. XIV. 13.

When we picture to ourselves the condition of those who have "fallen asleep in Jesus," we are warranted by the Word of God to regard it as one of rest-of conscious rest—of rest irradiated by the beatific vision-of rest which is undisturbed by care, unruffled by sorrow or by suffering-rest, deep and calm, like the placid ocean, and, like it, illuminated and beautified by reflections of the heavenly glory. Unknown.

This morning I awoke from a deep sweet sleep with the words in my mouth, "His name shall be upon their forehead." It seemed as if it had been an answer to the inquiry, “How shall we know the multitudes whom we shall meet there, but whom we have never known in the flesh ?"

J. Milne.

Give glory to the Lord your God, before He cause darkness, and before your feet stumble upon the dark mountains, and, while ye look for light, He turn it into the shadow of death, and make it gross darkness. Jeremiah xiii. 16.

Spirit of Power, so enlighten us to think and pray, to work and win, as if we had once been across the threshold, and looked into heaven-and-into hell!

"The Soul-Gatherer."

London:

S. W. PARTRIDGE & Co.,

9, PATERNOSTER ROW.