Has cheer'd the nations with the joys

His orient rays impart ;

But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone
Can shine upon the heart.

THE CHILD OF THE LORD.

How bless'd is the child of the Lord,
When taught of the father to run,
When led by the light of his word,
And cheer'd by the beams of his sun.

He listens with fear and delight,
To hear what the master shall say;
He sleeps in his bosom all night,
And walks in his love all the day.

Though terrors may.compass him round,
And wildly the tempest may blow;
He fears not the rock he has found,
That rock he will never forego.

'Tis true that his pilgrimage here
Is chequer'd with sorrows and fears;
'Tis true that the cross he must bear,
And weep in this valley of tears:

But patience, submission, and love,
Can sweeten the bitterest hours;
And hope, from the heaven above,
Still shines, when the hurricane lowers.

Temptation, 'tis true, will assail,
And trial without and within ;
And deeply his soul must bewail
For inward corruption and sin.

But the rags he once counted his own,
Are consum'd in celestial flame,

And a mantle is over him thrown,

Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb.

"THE SOWER SOWETH THE WORD."

Sow in the morn thy seed;

At eve hold not thy hand:
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,

Broad-cast it round the land.

Beside all waters sow,

The highway furrows stock;

Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,

Scatter it on the rock.

The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not here nor there;

O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found :

Go forth then everywhere.

Thou know'st not which may thrive,

The late or early sown:

Grace keeps the precious germ alive,

When and wherever strown.

And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

Thou canst not toil in vain ;

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky.

Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,

And heaven sing, "Harvest Home!"

WELCOME CROSS.

'Tis my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss;

Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.

God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, will not, if he might.

PRAYER.

Go when the morning shineth-
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,

Go in the hush of night :
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thoughts away,
And, in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee,

Pray, too, for those who hate thee,

Then for thyself, in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim, And link, with each petition, The great Redeemer's name.

Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee,

When friends are round thy way,

Even then the silent breathing
Of a spirit raised above,
Will reach his throne of glory,

Who is mercy, truth, and love.