In every condition,-in sickness, in health,
In poverty's vale, or abounding with wealth,
At home, or abroad, on the land, on the sea,
"As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

"Fear not I am with thee-oh! be not dismay'd,
I—I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand.

"When through the deep waters, I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow,
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

"When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply,
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design,
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

"E'en down to old age all my people shall prove, My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

“The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose,
I will not, I will not give up to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake,
I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake."

TRIBULATION SUCCEEDED BY GLORY.

WHO are those arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?

These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood,
Sufferers in his righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.

Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes, by faith below,

In the blood of yonder LAMB,

Blood that washes white as snow:
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night;

God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight.

More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now, and thirst no more:
No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

Them the LAMB shall always feed,
He that on the throne doth reign,
To the living fountains lead,

With the tree of life sustain ;
He shall all their sorrows chase,

All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.

A SIGHT OF HEAVEN IN SICKNESS.

OFT have I sat in secret sighs,

To feel my flesh decay,

Then groaned aloud, with frighted eyes,

To view the tott'ring clay.

But I forbid my sorrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profit too,
The joy o'ercomes the pain.

My cheerful soul now all the day
Sits waiting here and sings,
Looks through the ruins of her clay,

And practises her wings.

Faith almost changes into sight,
Whilst from afar she spies
Her fair inheritance in light,
Above created skies.

Had but the prison-walls been strong,
And firm without a flaw,

In darkness she had dwelt too long,
And less of glory saw.

But now the everlasting hills
Through every chink appear,
And something of the joy she feels,
While she's a prisoner here.

The beams of heaven rush sweetly in
At all the gaping flaws;
Visions of endless bliss are seen,
And native air she draws.

O may these walls stand tott'ring still,
The breaches never close,

If I must here in darkness dwell,
And all this glory lose!

Or rather let this flesh decay,
The ruins wider grow,

Till glad to see the enlarged way,
I stretch my pinions through.

A PROSPECT OF HEAVEN MAKES DEATH EASY.

THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green :
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

O could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes!