""Twas no foe this insult dared, "Him, my vengeance had not spared; "Not the Roman soldiers cried "Let the Lord be crucified;' "Judah's children, Abram's seed, "Caused my hands and heart to bleed."

Lord! each word my bosom rends;
Wert thou wounded by thy friends?
Traitors were the chosen few,
Those who best thy glories knew;
Tenfold anguish! Oh, 'twere bliss,
Had an enemy done this!

Friends of Jesus! fear with me,
Lest yourselves the traitors be;
Let us venture near his seat,
Bathe with tears his sacred feet;
While our contrite spirits cry
Blessed Saviour, is it I?

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN CXXXIII.

MARK Viii. 24.

"I see men as trees walking."

SHROUDED once in blackest night, Not a ray of heavenly light Pierced the gloom, nor could I see Aught of beauty, Lord! in thee.

Dreaming still, I fancied near
Every joy to nature dear;

Vainly thought to seize a crown,
Honour, pleasure, wealth, renown.

Now, my opening eyes behold
Paradise, its gates unfold;
Glad I trace the narrow way
Leading to that land of day.

But how weak

my

anxious gaze

Dazzled by the radiant blaze;

Objects near I dimly view,
Falsely judge their form and hue.

Hasten, Lord! that blissful day
When, each shadow chased away,
Those who win the Christian race,
See their Saviour face to face!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN CXXXIV.

HYMN OF A HINDOO CONVERT.

from

Put into verse, after hearing the sentiments in prose the mouth of the Rev. EUSTACE CAREY, of Calcutta.

BE steady, be steady, Oh, my soul,

For the sea is come, and the billows roll;
With the help of my God, and none beside,
I shall safely pass the roaring tide.

Jesu-Jehovah, be my stay

Over the dark and troublous way;

Embarked in him, I shall feel no fear,

Though the storm, the trial of strength be near

Forget him not! Oh, my soul, remove
All thoughts that breathe not of Jesu's love;
His wondrous love, who freely gave
His innocent life, thy life to save.

Oh! let the dear remembrance be,
Laid up in thine inmost treasury;
There it shall brighten more and more,
The most precious pearl in that secret store.

C. S. B.

HYMN CXXXV.

"There is no other name."

I STOOD beside the dark death-bed,
My arm sustained the sufferer's head,
That sinking head, and glazing eye,
Proclaimed the King of Terrors nigh.

Yet, tyrant! in that final hour
Thou still shalt own a mighter power:
I named the name of Christ, and lo!
It checked thy hand, and staid the blow.

Oh! name, to every Christian dear,
But sweetest in the dying ear;

That name,
when other sounds were vain,
Could raise that sinking head again.

That glazing eye, so dull, that e'en
Our streaming tears fell all unseen,
Caught at the word a parting ray,
Herald of Heav'n's approaching day.

A smile of speechless joy that told-
Relumed those features pale and cold;
Rallied the tongue, its powers once more
Re-echoed "Christ !" and all was o'er !

C. S. B.