Mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.-ISAIAH Xxxviii. 14.

As those that watch for the day,
Through the restless night of pain,
When the first fair streaks of grey
Bring rest and ease again-
As they turn their sleepless eyes
The eastern sky to see,
Long hours before sunrise-

So waiteth my soul for Thee.

As those that watch for the day,
Through the long, long night of grief,
When the soul can only pray

That the day may bring relief—
When the eyes, with weeping spent,
No dawn of hope can see,

But the heart keeps watch intent—
So waiteth my soul for Thee.

As those that watch for the day,
Through that deepest night of all,
When trembling and sin have sway,
And the shades of Thy absence fall:
As they search, through clouds of fear,
That Morning Star to see,

And the Light of Life appear-
So waiteth my soul for Thee!

As those that watch for the day,

And know that the day will rise,
Though the weary hours delay,

As they pass under midnight skies,
Though the Sun of Righteousness
Only faith's eye can see,

Because Thou hast promised to bless,
Lord Jesus, I wait for Thee.

Surely, shall one say, In the Lord have I righteousness and strength: even to Him shall men come; and all that are incensed against Him shall be ashamed.-ISAIAH xlv. 24.

O JESUS! Friend unfailing!
How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?

I find my strength in Thee!
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.

Nought, nought, I court as pleasure,
Compared, O Christ, with Thee!
Thy sorrow without measure,
Earned peace and joy for me!

I love to own, Lord Jesus,

Thy claims o'er me divine,

Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine?

Why should I droop in sorrow?
Thou'rt ever by my side!
Why, trembling, dread the morrow?
What ill can e'er betide?

If I my cross have taken,

'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorn'd, despis'd, forsaken,
Nought severs Thee from me!

For every tribulation,

For every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing !
I triumph, Lord, in Thee!
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,

How dear art Thou to me!

The Lord hath chastened me sore; but He hath not given me over unto death.-Ps. cxviii. 18.

The Lord is good, a Stronghold in the day of trouble; and He knoweth them that trust in Him.-NAHUM i. 7.

O THOU! Who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And even the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimm'd and vanish'd, too;

Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom,

Did not Thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom

Our peace branch from above?

Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Thou shalt see greater things than these.-ST. JOHN i. 50.
It doth not yet appear what we shall be.—1 ST. JOHN iii. 2.

He shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and His servants shall serve Him; and they shall see His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads.— REV. xxii. 1, 2, 3, 4.

We must not mar with earthly praise,

What God's approving word hath seal'd;
Enough, if right our feeble lays,

Take up the promise He reveal'd ;

"The child-like faith, that asks not sight,
Waits not for wonder or for sign,
Believes, because it loves, aright-
Shall see things greater, things divine.

"Heaven to that gaze shall open wide,
And brightest angels to and fro
On messages of love shall glide,
'Twixt God above and man below."

So still the guileless man is blest,
To him all crooked paths are straight,
Him on his way to endless rest,

Fresh, ever-growing strengths await.

Yet shall to him the still small Voice,
That first into his bosom found
A way, and fix'd his wavering choice,
Nearest and dearest ever sound.

The peace of God, which passeth all understanding.-PHIL. iv. 7.

O THOU, whose power benign,
Could still the winds' unrest,

And lull to calm and peaceful sleep
The surging tumult of the deep,

And smooth each billow's crest-
In our weak hearts bid warfare cease,
And give to us, Thy children, peace.

We need the quiet mind

That will not be dismayed,

Though storm and tempest do their worst,
Though thunder clouds in fury burst
Knows not to be afraid;

That feels Thee near in storm or calm,
And in Thy presence feels no harm.
Thine is the gift of peace—

Our hearts as autumn leaves
Are wafted quivering from the trees
By every fitful, wandering breeze-

So with each thought that grieves,
They leave their resting place in Thee,
In wild endeavours to be free.

We dread the morrow's needs,
We tremble at to-day's ;

The fretting cares of daily life,
The jarring feuds of earthly strife
Mar all our songs of praise:
We will not count all things as loss
Beside the shelter of Thy Cross.

Thou art our Anchor sure,

Our Refuge tried and strong-
Oh, bind the power of life's rough sea,
Which strives to force away from Thee

Hearts that have loved Thee long :

Grant us in firmer faith to find

The blessing of a quiet mind.