THE CALL OF SAMUEL.

I Sam. iii. 1, 10.

IN Israel's temple, once by night,
The lamp of God was burning bright;
And there, by unseen angels kept,
Samuel, the child, securely slept.

A voice unknown the stillness broke,
"Samuel," it called, and thrice it spoke;
He rose-he ask'd whence came the word?
From Eli ?-no:-it was the Lord.

Thus early call'd to serve his God,
In paths of righteousness he trod :
Prophetic visions fired his breast,
And all the chosen tribes were bless'd.

Speak, Lord! and from our earliest days,
Incline our hearts to love thy ways;
Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear,
Speak, Lord, to us, thy servants hear.

FRIENDSHIP.

THE planets of each system represent
Kind neighbours; mutual amity prevails;
Sweet interchange of rays, received, returned;
Enlight'ning, and enlightened! All, at once
Attracting, and attracted! Patriot like,
None sins against the welfare of the whole;
But their reciprocal, unselfish aid,

Affords an emblem of millennial love.

YOUNG.

TO MY BIBLE.

SWEET book! by God my maker given,
Thou pledge of love divine,
A faithful guide from earth to heaven,
My Bible, thou art mine.

In reading thee, a holy calm,
Steals gently o'er my breast;
From every page flows healing balm,
Lulling my griefs to rest.

There a blest comforter I find
In dark adversity,

Leading my weak and harassed mind
To rest, O God, in thee.

There too I read of holiness,

To make me meet for heaven,

And everlasting happiness

For all, through Christ, forgiven.

O precious gift of perfect love,
Led by thy truth and light,

My heart shall seek the joys above,
Where faith is lost in sight.

MISSIONARY HYMN.

ONWARD! onward! men of heaven,
Rear the Gospel's banner high;
Rest not till its light is given,—
Star of every Pagan sky.
Bear it where the pilgrim stranger
Faints 'neath Asia's burning ray;

Bid the Indian forest ranger

Hail it, e'er he fades away.

Where the northern ocean thunders-
Where the tropics fiercely glow,
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bid its mercies flow.
India marks its lustre stealing,
Shivering Greenland loves its rays,
Afric, 'mid her deserts kneeling,
Lifts the untaught strain of praise.

Rude in language or in feature
Dark in spirit though they be,
Show that light to every creature,-
Prince or peasant, bond or free.
Hasten unto every nation,

Host on host, the ranks supply,
Onward! Christ is your Salvation!
Yours through Him is victory!

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

THE MASSACRE OF THE PROTÈSTANTS AT PARIS,

AUGUST 24TH, 1572.

ST. Bartholomew's day! we remember the time, So fearfully dark in the annals of crime,

When France saw her thousands who worshipp'd the Lord,

Fall, hewn to the ground by Rome's treacherous sword;

When her blood-hounds raged fierce to unpeople the land,

When a king on his flock turn'd his butchering

hand;

And the old and the young, and the weak and the brave,

Undistinguish'd were cast into one common grave.

Thou smilest proud harlot ! perchance at the thought

Which Bartholomew's day to our memory hath brought;

And high on the throne, in thy purple and pride, The woes of our Martyrs canst calmly deride.

From the windows of his palace the king fired on his Protestant subjects.

But deep on the heart lies the guilt of that day; The shrieks of the dying have not passed away, The cry of their blood hath ascended to heav'n And a day for dread vengeance will surely be giv'n.

Thine eye glares with hatred, thy proud lip is curled

With a smile of contempt which defies the whole world,

But mark it, thou drunken with holiest blood! The day of thy plagues will come in as a flood; The year of the Lord's purchased people draws nigh,

And the light of his coming will flash on thine eye.

We look on the blood which thy right hand hath spilt;

We joy for our Martyrs, we mourn for thy guilt; Though thy brow is as brass, and thy heart is as

steel,

And thou laugh'st at our words, for thy woes we can feel.

The smoke of thy burning to heav'n will ascend, The shrieks of thy tortures, the deep hell will rend;

While loud hallelujahs triumphant proclaim, God hath punished thy guilt, and avenged his great name.

M. A. STODART

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