Lord, what a change within us one short hour

"Lovest thou me?" I hear

Lowly and solemn be

my Saviour say

Much have I borne, but not as I should be r

My God I thank Thee who hast made

My faith looks up to Thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Oh live! Thus seems it we should say to our beloved

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O sweet home echo on the pilgrim's way

Once slow and sad the evening fell

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Speak gently! it is better far

Robin, to the bare bough clinging

Rock of ages, cleft for me

Saviour divine, we bend before Thee lowly
Saviour of men, and Lord of love

See the dull dense clouds are breaking

She, 'neath ice-mountains vast

So here hath been dawning

Sold by them that should have loved thee

Some murmur when their sky is clear
Songs of praise the angels sang

Source of my life's refreshing springs

Still evermore for some great strength we pray

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For ever with the Lord.

SWEET home echo on the pilgrim's way,
Thrice welcome message from a land of light,
As through a clouded sky the moonbeams stray,
So on eternity's deep shrouded night

Streams a mild radiance, from that cheering word,
"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

At home with Jesus! He who went before,
For His own people mansions to prepare ;
The soul's deep longings stilled, its conflicts o'er,
All rest and blessedness with Jesus there.—
What home like this can the wide earth afford?
"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

With Him all gathered! to that blessed home
Through all its windings, still the pathway tends;
While ever and anon bright glimpses come

Of that fair city where the journey ends.
Where all of bliss is centred in one word,
"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

Here, kindred hearts are severed far and wide,
By many a weary mile of land and sea,
Or life's all-varied cares, and paths divide ;—
But yet a joyful gathering shall be,
The broken links repaired, the lost restored,

"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

And is there ever perfect union here?

Oh! daily sins lamented and confest,

They come between us and the friends most dear,
They mar our blessedness and break our rest.
With life we leave the evils long deplored,
"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

All prone to error-none set wholly free

From the old serpent's soul-ensnaring chain, The truths one child of God can clearly see,

He seeks to make His brother feel in vain; But all shall harmonize in heaven's full chord, "So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

O precious promise, mercifully given,

Well may it hush the wail of earthly woe;
O'er the dark passage to the gates of heaven,
The light of hope and resurrection throw.
Thanks for the blessed, life-inspiring word,
"So shall we be for ever with the Lord."

Hymns from the Land of Luther.

Morning.

"His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."-Lam. iii, 22, 28.

UES of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible

Around his path are taught to swell;

Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,
That danceth forth at opening day,
And brushing by with joyous wing,
Wakenest each little leaf to sing;—

Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,
By which deep grove and tangled stream
Pay, for soft rains in season given,
Their tribute to the genial heaven;-

Why waste your treasures of delight
Upon our thankless, joyless sight;
Who day by day to sin awake,
Seldom of heaven and you partake?

Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,

Which evermore makes all things new!

New every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;

Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray ;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

If in our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,

New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see:
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

As for some dear familiar strain
Untir'd we ask, and ask again,
Ever, in its melodious store,
Finding a spell unheard before;

Such is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn, and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all to' espy
Their God, in all themselves deny.

O could we learn that sacrifice,

What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with wisdom talk
Along life's dullest dreariest walk!

We need not bid, for cloister'd cell,
Our neighbour and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky: