FRIENDS SEPARATED BY DEATH.

1 Friend after friend departs;

Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end!
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,-
Beyond the reign of death,-
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath;
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upwards and expire.

3 There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;
A long eternity of love,

Form'd for the good alone:
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that glorious sphere!

4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are past away;

As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day:

Nor sink those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heav'ns own light,

MONTGOMERY,

PATIENCE.

1 Though the heart that sorrow chideth, Sink in anguish and in care;

Yet, if patience still abideth,

Hope shall paint her rainbow there.

2 Hope's bright lamp her light shall borrow
From religion's blessed ray,

And from many a coming morrow
Charm the clouds of grief away.

3 Wherefore should we sigh and languish,
Since our cares so soon shall cease?
And the heart that sows in anguish,
Shall hereafter reap in peace.

4 This is not a scene of pleasure,
These are not the shores of bliss,
We shall gain a brighter treasure,
Find a dearer land than this.

ANON.

1

THE FLIGHT OF FAITH.

1 The dove let loose in eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam:

2 But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay;

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her

way.

3 So grant me, God, from earthly care,
From pride and passion free,

Aloft, through faith and love's pure air,
To hold my course to thee.

4 No lure to tempt, no art to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings.

MOORE.

THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.

1 Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright, Tho' friends should all fail, and foes all

unite;

Yet one thing secures us whatever betide, The Scripture assures us the Lord will provide.

2 The birds without barn or storehouse are

fed,

From them let us learn to trust for our

bread;

His saints, what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,

So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide.

3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be

tost

On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost; Tho' Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages the Lord will provide.

4 His call we obey, like Abra'm of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold;

For though we are strangers we have a good guide,

And trust, in all dangers, the Lord will provide.

5 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried,

This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide

6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain,

The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain;

But when such suggestions our spirits have plied,

This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.

7 No strength of our own, or goodness we claim;

Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name,

In this our strong tower for safety we hide, The Lord is our power, the Lord will pro

vide.

8 When life sinks apace, and death is in

view,

This word of his grace shall comfort us through:

No fearing or doubting with Christ on our side,

We hope to die shouting, the Lord will

provide.

NEWTON.

THE IDOL.

Whatever passes as a cloud between
'The mental eye of faith, and things unseen,
Causing that brighter world to disappear,
Or seem less lovely, and its hope less dear;
This is our world, our idol, though it bear
Affection's impress or devotion's air!

ANON.

THE HIDING-PLACE.

1 Hail, sov❜reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding-place!
2 Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the mention of his grace,
Secure, without a hiding-place.
3 Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night,
And loving darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,

Too proud to seek a hiding-place. 4 But thus the eternal council ran, Almighty grace arrest that man;"