This spirit not to earth is given;

One had it but HE came from Heaven.
Reviled, rejected, and betrayed,

No curse He breathed, no plaint He made;
But when in death's deep pang He sighed,
Prayed for his murderers, and died.

"WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE?"

THOU art my all-to Thee I flee;

Take me, oh, take me to thy keeping!

Make me thy vine, thy husbandry;

Be thine the seed-time, thine the reaping.

For what on earth but tells thy power?

And what but makes thy love its theme?

I read it in the vernal shower,

It cheers me in the summer beam:

It glows while memory lingers yet
O'er hours a mother's love beguiled;

For, ah! a mother may forget,

But Thou wilt not forget thy child.

I had a friend-nor false his love;
But him on earth no more I see;
O thou unchanging Friend above,
What is an earthly friend to Thee?

Give me no bright behest of care,

No grovelling boon of envied sod,

No hopes that lead but to despair ;

Ease, honours, wealth, are not my God.

Nor aught in heaven; for, angels, say,

And saints escaped earth's guilt and sadness,

What makes your everlasting day?

What tunes your harps to joy and gladness?

Oh there is nought in yon bright sky
Worthy this worthless heart to own;
On earth there's nought; friends, creatures, fly;
I pant, my God, for Thee alone.

A SUNDAY THOUGHT.

How calm the quiet, sweet the rest,
That breathes at such a time!
How dear to every pious breast

The church-bells' soothing chime!

A day of prayer, of holy thought,
And blessed peace it is;
And did we keep it as we ought,
A day of sacred bliss.

How welcome then of all the seven
This day would be allowed;

A foretaste of the joys of heaven,
A passport to our God.

MEMENTO MORI.

MILLIONS of feet entraversed here-
Where are their parted spirits?

Each in a dark or glorious sphere
Its own reward inherits:

Where they are fled we soon shall fly,
And join them in eternity.

The crowds who earth's arena tread,
Each busy in his station,

Are few compared with all the dead
Of every age and nation.

The world of life counts millions o'er,
That of the dead hath many more.

It is a solemn thought that we,
Life's little circle rounded,

Must launch upon that endless sea,

Which shore hath never bounded,

A sea of happiness and love,
Or depths below, and clouds above.

A holy Judge-a righteous doom-
A bar where none dissemble-
A short quick passage to the tomb-

How should we stop and tremble!

Great God, as years pass swiftly by,
Write on each heart-Thou, thou must die

THE SABBATH BELL.

THE Sabbath bell! the Sabbath bell!
To toil-worn men a soothing sound;

Now labour rests beneath its spell,

And holy stillness reigns around:

The ploughman's team, the thresher's flail, The woodman's axe, their clamours cease,

And only nature's notes prevail,

To humble bosoms echoing peace.

The Sabbath bell! the Sabbath bell!

How sweet on ears devout it falls,

While its sweet chime, with varying swell,
The rich and poor to worship calls.

Hark! hark! again with sharper peals
It chides the laggard's fond delay;
Now through the vale it softly steals,

To cheer the timely on their way.

The Sabbath bell! the Sabbath bell!

What soul-awakening sounds we hear Its blessed invitations tell

Of welcome to the house of prayer. "Come, sinner, come," it seems to cry;

"Oh! never doubt thy Maker's love; Christ has thy ransom paid, then why Delay his clemency to prove?"

The Sabbath bell! the Sabbath bell!

Oft have we heard its warning chime,
And yet we love the world too well,

Nor feel our waywardness a crime:
Yet still thy calls, sweet bell, repeat,
Till, ended all our mortal strife,
In hand-built shrines no more we meet,
But worship in the realms of life.

The Sabbath bell! the Sabbath bell!

Its friendly summons peals no more; The thronging crowds pour in with zeal The Great Jehovah to adore.

Hence! fancy wild, hence! earth-born care;

With awe let hallowed courts be trod;

Wake all the soul to love and prayer,

And reverence the present God!

A PRAYER FOR CHARITY.

FULL of mercy, full of love,

Look upon us from above:

Thou, who taught'st the blind man's night

To entertain a double light,

Thine and the day's (and that thine too);

The lame away his crutches threw ;
The parched crust of leprosy

Returned unto its infancy;

The dumb amazed was to hear

His own unchained tongue strike his ear;

Thy powerful mercy did even chase

The devil from his usurped place,

Where Thou Thyself shouldst dwell, not he-
Oh! let thy love our pattern be;
Let thy mercy teach one brother
To forgive and love another;
That copying thy mercy here,
Thy goodness may hereafter rear
Our souls unto thy glory, when
Our dust shall cease to be with men.

ACQUAINTANCE WITH GOD.

ACQUAINT thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God,
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road,
And peace,
like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head,
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

Acquaint thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God, And He shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in dangers that threaten thy path, Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.