GOD'S ISRAEL.

"HAPPY Sons of Israel,

Who in pleasant Canaan dwell;"
Happy they, but happier we,

If Jehovah's own we be.

Happy citizens who wait
Within Salem's hallowed gate;

Happy they, but happier we

Who the heavenly Salem see.

Happy sons of Levi there,

Who within thy house of prayer
Always stand; but happier we,

Day and night still praising Thee.

For Jerusalem above

Is the city that we love;

Jerusalem our home we call,

Heavenly mother of us all.

The first two lines of the above are from the old translation of the 66th Psalm by George Sandys.

THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS.

OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat,

To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat;

No shade like this for me!

Beneath that cross clear waters burst,
A fountain sparkling free;

And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent ;
No home like this for me!

For burdened ones a resting-place,
Beside that cross I see;

Here I cast off my weariness;

No rest like this for me!

CHILD'S PRAYER.

"They that seek me early shall find me."-PROV., viii. 17.

HOLY FATHER! hear my cry,

Holy Saviour! bend thine ear,
Holy Spirit! come thou nigh;

Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear.

Father, save me from my sin,

Saviour, I thy mercy crave,

Gracious Spirit, make me clean;
Father, Son, and Spirit save.

Father, let me taste thy love,
Saviour, fill my soul with peace,

Spirit, come my heart to move;
Father, Son, and Spirit bless.

CHILD'S MORNING HYMN.

"He wakeneth morning by morning; he wakeneth mine ear to hear."-Isa., i. 4.

THE morning, the bright and the beautiful morning
Is up, and the sunshine is all on the wing,
With its fresh flush of gladness the landscape adorn-
ing,-

A gladness which nothing but morning can bring. The earth is awaking, the sky and the ocean,

The river and forest, the mountain and plain; The city is stirring its living commotion,

And the pulse of the world is reviving again.

And we too awake, for our heavenly Father,

Who soothed us so gently to sleep on his breast, And made the soft stillness of evening to gather Around us, now calls us again from our rest. But ere to our labors and duties returning,

We hasten to give him the praise that is meet, And in solemn devotion, the first hours of morning, Out freest and freshest, we lay at his feet.