FAITH THAT WORKETH BY LOVE. THO keepeth not God's word, yet saith, WHO I know the Lord, is wrong; In him is not that bleffed faith Through which the truth is ftrong; But he who hears and keeps the word, Is not of this world, but of God. The faith His word hath caused to fhine Will kindle love in thee; More wouldst thou KNOW of things divine, True faith not only gives thee light, He is in God, and God in him, Who ftill abides in love; 'Tis love that makes the Cherubim Obey and praise above; For God is love, the loveless heart C. F. Gellert. 1757. ACTIVE DUTY. A ARISE! RISE! ye lingering saints, arise! Remember that the might of grace, When guilty flumbers sealed your eyes, Awakened you to run the race; And let not darkness round you fall, But hearken to the Saviour's call. Arise ! Arise! because the night of fin If you ftill walk in vanity. Arise! although the flesh be weak, Arise! Arise! Arise! because our Serpent-foe, Unwearied, strives by day and night; Remember, time is fhort below, And wrestles on with hellifh might. Then boldly grasp both sword and shield Who flumbers on the battle-field? Arise! Arise! before that hour unknown The hour of death that comes ere long, And comes not to the weak alone, But to the mighty and the ftrong. Belovéd oft in spirit dwell Upon the hour that none can tell. Arise! Arise it is the Mafter's will: No more His heavenly voice despise, He calls Arouse you, and arise! Arise ! Ludwig Gotter. U WORK WHILE IT IS DAY. P, Chriftian, up! - and fleep'ft thou still? And far advanced, the sunny glow And are thine eyes, sad waker, say, See, link by link, the chain is made, Up, Christian, up, thy cares refign! Show forth to-day the Saviour's praise; Falls daily nearer to the tomb! Private Hours. SERVING GOD. NOT to fill the mouth of fame O, give me a diviner name! Call me thy servant, Lord! Sweet title that delighteth me- No longer would my soul be known O, not mine own! O, not mine own! In each aspiring burst of prayer, |