GOD IS LOVE. O CHILD of grief, why weepest thou? Why droops thy sad and mournful brow? Why is thy look so like despair? What deep sad sorrow lingers there? Thou mourn'st perhaps for some one gone, Yet mourn not, for thou hast above Was it remorse that laid thee low? There's One on high can pardon give, Has cold unkindness wounded thee? In all the varying scenes of woe, Still lift thy tearful eye above; Sweet is the thought, time flies apace; Thou, weeping pilgrim, dry thy tears; SIMPLICITY OF THE GOSPEL. O How unlike the complex works of man Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words,-Believe and Live. COWPER. 66 ON BEING CALLED A SAINT. A SAINT! O would that I could claim Would, though it were in scorn applied, In mockery to the King of heaven! A saint! and what imports that name, Holy, and separate from sin, To good-nay e'en to GoD akin.” Is such the meaning of the name And ill might son of Adam dare, A saint! O scorner, give some sign, ; And warmer thanks thou shalt command, Than bringing kingdoms in thy hand. Oh! for an interest in that name, How shall the name of saint be prized, REV. JOHN MARRIOTT. HAPPINESS. TRUE happiness is not the growth of earth, The search is useless if you seek it there; "Tis an exotic of celestial birth, And only blossoms in celestial air. Sweet plant of Paradise! its seed is sown In here and there a plant of heavenly mould. It rises slow and buds; but ne'er was meant To blossom here: the climate is too cold. DIVINE LOVE. FAITH, Hope, and Love were questioned what they thought Of future glory which religion taught. Now Faith believed it firmly to be true, And Hope expected so to find it too. Love answered, smiling with a conscious glow, Believe? expect? I know it to be so. TO BE WITH CHRIST. TO JESUS, the crown of my hope, My SAVIOUR, whom absent I love, Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain BYROM. |