As an island in a river,

Vexed with ceaseless rave and roar,

Keeps an inner silence ever

On its consecrated shore,

Flowered with flowers and green with grasses;
So the poor through Thee abide,
Every outer care that passes
Deepening more the peace inside.

Led by Thee, the loving Pastor,
Anxious night and weary day,
In the footsteps of his Master,

Seeks the sheep that run astray;
Glad to warm, and glad to cherish.
With a faithful tender tongue,
Cheers the weak ones near to perish,
Gently leads the ewes with young.

When our heart is faint Thou warmest,

Justifiest our delight;

Thou our ignorance informest,

And our wisdom shapest right;

Thou in peace dost keep, defendest
In the hour of doubt and strife;
Thou beginnest, and Thou endest
All that Christians count of life!

Gracious Spirit, Spirit Holy,
Take our spirits unto thee;
Fain we would be happy, lowly,-
Make us as we fain would be!
'Tis not our own will approves us,
If we praise or if we sue,

'Tis Thine own kind Spirit moves us,

For 'tis Thine to will and do.

T. BURBIDGE.

Faith and Submission.

Chidura vince

"THOUGH HE SLAY ME, YET WILL I

TRUST IN HIM."

HY way is in the deep, O Lord!
E'en there we'll go with Thee:
We'll meet the tempest at Thy Word,
And walk upon the sea!

Poor tremblers at His rougher wind,
Why do we doubt Him so?—

Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet shall go.

A moment may His hand be lost,-
Drear moment of delay!-

We cry "Lord! help the tempest-tost-"
And safe we're borne away.

The Lord yields nothing to our fears,
And flies from selfish care;

But comes Himself, where'er He hears

The voice of loving prayer.

O happy soul of faith divine !
Thy Victory how sure!

The love that kindles joy is thine,

The patience to endure.

Come, Lord of peace! our griefs dispel;

And wipe our tears away:

'Tis Thine, to order all things well,

And ours, to bless the sway.

ANONYMOUS.

LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.

"Unto the godly there ariseth up light in the darkness."

LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on!

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene,-one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou

Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will remember not past years.

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So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on,

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone;

And with the morn those Angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. J. H. NEWMAN.

THE WILL OF GOD.

I WORSHIP thee, sweet Will of God!
And all thy ways adore,

And every day I live I seem

To love thee more and more.

Thou wert the end, the blessed rule
Of our Saviour's toils and tears;
Thou wert the passion of His heart

Those three and thirty years.