"BY THIS

JOHN XVII. 35.

SHALL ALL MEN KNOW THAT YE ARE MY DISCIPLES, IF YE
HAVE LOVE ONE TO ANOTHER."

HAVE I called thee my own brother,

Whilst we knelt beside each other,

Only to forget that name,

And a brother's love disclaim?

Lord, thy word cannot be broken,
Love is still the Christian's token;
When we meet, and when we part,
Breathe it, Lord, o'er every heart.

Write it there, that we inherit
Heaven, as children of thy Spirit;
Brothers, sisters, born with breath
Of a life that knows no death.

ACTS V. 1, 2.

"BUT A CERTAIN MAN NAMED ANANIAS, WITH SAPPHIRA HIS WIFE, SOLD A POSSESSION, AND KEPT BACK PART OF THE PRICE, HIS WIFE ALSO BEING PRIVY TO IT, AND BROUGHT A CERTAIN PART, AND LAID IT AT THE APOSTLES' FEET."

No gold and silver, Lord, have we
Devoted, and withheld from thee;
But oft we give thee all our heart,
Give all, and still keep back a part.
Forbid it then, O Lord, that we,

Like those whose fearful doom we read,

Or like the blinded Pharisee,

Should boast of paying all to thee,

Of inward thought, or outward deed;
When much we squander, much secrete,
And lay a remnant at thy feet.

"AND AS THE SHIPMEN WERE ABOUT TO FLEE OUT OF THE SHIP, WHEN THEY HAD LET DOWN THE BOAT INTO THE SEA, UNDER COLOUR AS THOUGH THEY WOULD HAVE CAST ANCHORS OUT OF THE FORE-SHIP, PAUL SAID TO THE CENTURION AND TO THE SOLDIERS, EXCEPT THESE ABIDE IN THE SHIP, YE CANNOT BE SAVED."

BEREFT of fortune, friends, and fame—

Gone every earthly hope and aim—

What should I do?

The mariner, without mast or sail,
Lets his bark drive before the gale—
So do thou too.

She'll live awhile—that friendless wreck,
Though breakers sweep her flooded deck,
And plank from plank are rending;

Cling to her when 'tis time, from Heaven

The word for quitting shall be given

Abide-thy life 's depending.

ACTS XXVII. 29.

"THEN FEARING

LEST THEY SHOULD HAVE FALLEN UPON ROCKS, THEY CAST FOUR ANCHORS OUT OF THE STERN, AND WISHED FOR THE DAY."

WHAT will morn bring ?-Some treacherous shore,

Whose people lust for human gore ?

Or sadder-where the eye shall scan

Nor man, nor any food for man.

What will morn bring?-How oft have I,

Since sorrow wet my sleepless eye,

That weary question asked in vain,

And wished for morn, though morn brings pain!

Your lot is mine, enduring crew,

And, therefore, I will learn of you:

Now all my daylight hours are past,
My anchor on a Rock I'll cast.

I'll wait for morn-that morn,

whose light

This dark world veils from human sight;

Whose hours begin when Time is o'er,

Whose sun will rise to set no more.