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PHILIPPIANS IV. 11.

"I HAVE LEARNED, IN WHATSOEVER STATE I AM, THEREWITH TO BE

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SOME days are days of mildness,
And genial suns are glowing;
And some are days of wildness,
And wintry winds are blowing:
But in heaven's smile of gladness,
Or in the storm that's blowing,

To murmur's sin and madness,
For both are God's bestowing.

So some are merry-making,

Without a care or sorrow,

Whilst others, mirth forsaking,
Look thoughtful on to-morrow.

But if we bask in pleasure,

Or under cares are bending,

We'll count it heavenly treasure,

For it is all God's sending.

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"BUT I WOULD NOT HAVE YOU TO BE IGNORANT, BRETHREN, CONCERNING THEM WHICH ARE ASLEEP, THAT YE SORROW NOT, EVEN AS OTHERS WHICH HAVE NO HOPE."

SORROW WITHOUT HOPE.

[Translated from Catullus.]

THE way was long-o'er land and sea,
My brother, I have come to thee,

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pay the dues that mourners pay,
To say the words that mourners say;
But O! mid this vain pageantry,
How fondly yearns my heart for thee!
For thee?-To senseless dust I speak-

'Tis senseless dust I came to seek;
My greeting or my parting word
Will never more by thee be heard.

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2 THESSALONIANS III. 5.

"AND THE LORD DIRECT YOUR HEARTS UNTO THE LOVE OF GOD."

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MY poor

heart clung to earth-too high.

And holy for affection's eye

Was He who rules in Heaven above;

I trembled, and I could not love!

Delightful then it was to me,

Jesus, to sit and think on thee:

Thee I could love; each day became

More dear to me thy human name.

Time brought-I know not how-time brought

My heart the blessing it had sought;

And O! the truth was heaven to me,

That I loved God in loving thee.

2 TIMOTHY I. 6.

66 WHEREFORE I PUT THEE IN REMEMBRANCE THAT THOU STIR UP THE GIFT OF GOD WHICH IS IN THEE, BY THE PUTTING ON OF MY HANDS."

SOMETHING whispers within me

That all is not right,

For I take little pleasure

In praying to-night;

And my eye wanders over
The page of God's word,

But the breath of his Spirit
My heart has not stirred.
Help, help me, O my Saviour,
I must not give way ;—
Help, help me in reading,

And help me to pray.

PHILEMON, ver. 15

"6 FOR PERHAPS HE THEREFORE DEPARTED FOR A SEASON, THAT THOU SHOULDEST RECEIVE HIM FOR EVER."

ONESIMUS.

Go to thy master, go alone,

Nor dread an angry tyrant's power,
In him who kneels at Mercy's throne;

Go fearless, it is Mercy's hour.

Go fearless, for the lips that plead
With him for thee to be forgiven,
Are those which taught him his own need
Of pardon from his Lord in heaven.

Shall Heaven for him its pity have,

And he no pity for another?

And is not his once truant slave,

His fellow-servant now, and brother?

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