The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneath
The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow,
To drink the spirit of the golden day,
And triumph in existence; and could know
No motive, but my bliss; and hast ordain'd
A rise in blessing! with the patriarch's joy,
Thy call I follow to the land unknown ;
I trust in thee, and know in whom I trust;
Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs :
All weight in this-O let me live to thee?
EDWARD YOUNG.

The Holy City.

JERUSALEM, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me,

When shall my labours have an end,

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er brake up,

And sabbaths have no end?

There happier bowers than Eden's, bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view
And realms of endless day.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

Jerusalem! my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;

Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

ANON.

Thee will I Love, my Strength and
Tower!

THEE will I love, my strength and tower,
Thee will I love, my joy and crown;

Thee will I love with all my power,
In all my works, and Thee alone!
Thee will I love, till that pure fire
Fill my whole soul with chaste desire.

In darkness willingly I stray'd;

I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
For wide my wandering thoughts were spread,
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved :
And now, if more at length I see,

'Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee.

I thank Thee, uncreated Sun,

That Thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice.
Give to my eyes refreshing tears,
Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires;
Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all heaven's host inspires;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown!
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God!
Thee will I love, though all may frown,
And thorns and briars perplex my road;
Yea, when my flesh and heart decay,
Thee shall I love in endless day.

FROM THE GERMAN.

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The Christian's Death.

IFT not thou the wailing voice,
Weep not, 't is a Christian dieth,—

Up, where blessed saints rejoice,

Ransom'd now, the spirit flieth;

High, in heaven's own light, she dwelleth,

Full the song of triumph swelleth ;
Freed from earth, and earthly failing,

Lift for her no voice of wailing!

Pour not thou the bitter tear;
Heaven its book of comfort opeth;
Bids thee sorrow not, nor fear,

But, as one who alway hopeth,
Humbly here in faith relying,
Peacefully in JESUS dying,

Heavenly joy her eye is flushing,—
Why should thine with tears be gushing?

They who die in CHRIST are bless'd,—
Ours be, then, no thought of grieving!
Sweetly with their GOD they rest,
All their toils and troubles leaving:
So be ours the faith that saveth,
Hope that every trial braveth,
Love that to the end endureth,

And, through CHRIST, the crown secureth!

GEORGE W. Doane.

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The Genius of Worship.

OVE! for the true heart's sacred love is its
Creator's will!

His glorious law of sympathy it labors to fulfil; So work out in its smaller sphere, with faithful diligence,

The mighty, universal schemes of his omnipotence.

Love! if ye can not learn to love your brother whom ye see,

How shall ye grow in faith toward the unseen

Deity?

A true heart's love is worship. Indirectly it is praise,

And prayer: for piety is not to cultivate one phase

Of this anomalous being, with its wide capacityIts vast illimitable range of power and fantasy: The length, the breadth, the height, the depth, of this which we call man,

God hath made this to worship him, as nothing

narrow can:

Universality of gifts upon one creature shed, And to the Benefactor's praise shall all save one be dead?

Mind, soul, heart, strength, all else of good, of rich and beautiful,

Lavished upon the human frame, yet every sense be dull

Save one! one only live to him of all this glorious tower ?—

Forbid it, Honor, Truth! No! work is piety of

power;

Genius is piety of mind; Love piety of heart; Religion piety of soul. It will not serve to part

These elements of worship, and then blasphemously give

The mutilated corpse to Him through whom the whole must live.

ELISE JUSTINE BAYARD.