Thou art the truth, whose steadfast day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines beyond the tomb. Thou art the life, the blessed well, Which those who drink shall ever dwell AMERICAN. THE WIND. "The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth, so is every one that is born of the Spirit."-John iii. 8, HARK! how the wind sweeps by In freedom and in might! Hark! how it rushes through the sky Each tree bows down its head The ships upon the sea Are spreading every sail, And gain the port where they would be And yet this mighty wind God's Holy Spirit, thus Hidden from human sight, Comes like a rushing wind on us, With quickening power and might: He bids the lofty hearts Bow down beneath His will, And when His breezes blow Like vessels on the sea, How are we borne along! Oh, blessed Spirit, come, Make every heart thy secret home, Through waves of earthly strife, THE STORMS OF LIFE. SAILING upon life's dangerous sea, How oft my spirit sinks and faints, Yet thou hast kept me safe thus far, From every devious track restore; I reach, and gain the promised shore. EDMESTON. "IT IS WELL." BELOVED, "it is well!" God's ways are always right; Though far above our sight. Beloved, "it is well!" Though deep and sore the smart, And heal the broken heart. Beloved, "it is well!" Though sorrow clouds our way, "Twill make the joy more dear, That ushers in the day. Beloved, "it is well!" The path that Jesus trod, It leads to heaven and God. BISHOP DOANE. THE CHRISTIAN'S POLAR STAR. POLAR STAR of life's dark sea! Saviour, I would look to thee, O'er the rolling billows shine, If my guiding star appear, Though the foaming billows rise, If I fix my gaze on thee: EDMESTON THE SEASONS. As each season passes by, Spring and summer quickly fly, Autumu next succeeds. Move the moments slow or fast, Age will crown our head with snow, Swiftly roll the seasons round, EPITAPH. HER'S was a soul of fire that burned To Him from whom it first was sent: This mortal puts on immortality. J. MONTGOMERY. |