They that are whole need not a physician; but they that are sick. I come not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.-ST. LUKE V. 31, 32.

There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.-ST. LUKE XV. IO.

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.-ISA. i. 18.

"COME unto Me, ye weary,

And I will give you rest."
Oh, blessed voice of Jesus,
Which comes to hearts opprest!
It tells of benediction,

Of pardon, grace, and peace ;
Of joy that hath no ending,

Of love which cannot cease.

"Come unto Me, ye wanderers,
And I will give you light."
Oh, loving voice of Jesus,

Which comes to cheer the night !
Our hearts were filled with sadness,
And we had lost our way;
But morning brings us gladness,
And songs the break of day.

66 Come unto Me, ye fainting,
And I will give you life."
Oh, cheering voice of Jesus,
Which comes to aid our strife!

The foe is stern and eager,

The fight is fierce and long ;
But Thou hast made us mighty,
And stronger than the strong.

"And whosoever cometh,

I will not cast him out."
Oh, welcome voice of Jesus,
Which drives away our doubt!
Which calls us, very sinners,
Unworthy though we be
Of love so free and boundless,
To come, dear Lord, to Thee!

But this I say, brethren, the time is short: it remaineth, that both they that have wives be as though they had none; and they that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as though they possessed not; and they that use this world, as not abusing it for the fashion of this world passeth away.-1 Cor. vii. 29, 30, 31.

THE little griefs-the petty wounds,
The stabs of daily care,—

Crackling of thorns beneath the pot,
As life's fire burns-now clear, now hot,
How hard they are to bear!

But on the fire burns clear and still;
The cankering sorrow dies;

The small wounds heal, the clouds are rent,
And through this shattered mortal tent
Shine down the eternal skies.

We will trust God. The blank interstices
Men take for ruins, He will build into

With pillared marbles rare, or knit across
With generous arches, till the fane's complete.
The world has no perdition, if some loss.

Let us be patient! These severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise,

But oftentimes celestial benedictions

Assume this dark disguise.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapours,

Amid these earthly damps;

What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers

May be heaven's distant lamps.

We have seen His star in the east, and are come to worship Him. -ST. MATTHEW ii. 2.

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and offerings divine;
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Who maketh thee to differ from another? and what hast thou that thou didst not receive? now if thou didst receive it, why dost thou glory, as if thou hadst not received it?-1 COR. iv. 7.

Ye are washed, ye are sanctified, ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God. Ye are not your own. Ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's.—1 ČOR. vi. II, 19, 20.

ALL that I was-my sin, my guilt,

My death-was all my own;
All that I am, I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state

Was mine, and only mine ;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty is Thine.

Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;

Then, in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.

All that I am, even here on earth,
All that I hope to be,

When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.-Ps. xxxii. 1, 2.

THOUGH some good things of lower worth
My heart is called on to resign,
Of all the gifts in heaven and earth,
The best, the very best, is mine :

The love of God in Christ made known,
The love that is enough alone,
My Father's love is all my own.

My soul's Restorer, let me learn
In that deep love to live and rest ;
Let me the precious thing discern,
Of which I am indeed possessed;

My treasure let me feel and see,
And let my moments, as they flee,
Unfold my endless life in Thee.

Let me not dwell so much within

My bounded heart with anxious heed, Where all my searches meet with sin, And nothing satisfies my need ;

It shuts me from the sound and sight

Of that pure world of life and light,

Which has nor breadth, nor length, nor height.

Let me Thy power, Thy beauty see;

So shall my vain aspiring cease,

And my free heart shall follow Thee
Through paths of everlasting peace ;
My strength Thy gift, my life Thy care,
I shall forget to seek elsewhere
The joy to which my soul is heir.

I was not called to walk alone,

To clothe myself with love and light;

And for Thy glory, not my own,
My soul is precious in Thy sight;

My evil heart can never be

A home, a heritage for me;
But Thou canst make it fit for Thee.