2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire,
With flaming zeal your breasts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And hush the tempest into peace.

3 And when our labours all are o'er, Then we shall meet to part no moreMeet with the blood-bought throng, to fall,

And crown our Jesus-Lord of all!

THE HAPPY LAND.

Most little boys and girls can repeat the beautiful hymn commencing, "There is a happy land." I never hear it sung without thinking of a little girl who knew nothing of this happy land.

I had once a class of German girls and boys, whom I loved very much; they were very attentive, and seemed grateful for being taught, and glad to come to Sabbath-school and learn to sing and read about Jesus and the happy land. One day, after they had sung the hymn which I am speaking of, I talked to them about it, and asked them if they knew where it was. A bright-eyed little girl, certain she could tell, answered quickly, “Oh, Deutschland." Poor child! Germany was the happiest land to her, and it was difficult to make her understand that there could be any better. But as she listened to the story of Jesus, how he was once a child, how he loved little children while on earth, and how he died for them, and how happy the children are whom he has called to himself, and who sit at his feet and call that happy land where he dwells their home, and him their Elder Brother, her earnest face and tearful eyes told how glad she would be to be loved by Jesus; and the purpose, I doubt not, was formed in her little heart to try and be like him, that she might dwell with him for ever. Will you not try to love and trust this Saviour, and pray that you and I and that little German girl may so live on earth as to meet in that happy land,

"Bless'd, bless'd for aye"?

CHRIST VISITING CHILDREN.

DURING the war in Germany, which succeeded the French revolution, great numbers of children were made orphans. In the village of Weimar were sixty children who mourned the loss of both parents-war having slain their fathers, and sorrow, want, and disease the mothers. John Falk was the first to found an asylum for these children, many of whom had become vagrants, and some criminals. Gathered under his Christian influence some one of them was accustomed to ask a blessing at their meals. On one occasion, when one of the boys had said the pious grace, "Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest, and bless what thou hast provided," a little fellow looked up

and said:

"Do tell me why the Lord Jesus never comes? We ask him every day to sit with us, and he never comes."

"Dear child, only believe, and you may be sure he will come, for he does not despise our invitation."

"I shall set him a seat," said the little fellow; and just then there was a knock at the door. A poor, frozen apprentice entered, begging a night's lodging. He was made welcome: the chair stood empty for him; every child wanted him to have his plate; and one was lamenting that his bed was too small for the stranger, who was quite touched by such uncommon attentions. The little one had been thinking hard all the time:

"Jesus could not come, and so he sent this poor man in his place; is that it ?"

"Yes, dear child, that is just it. Every piece of bread and every drink of water that we give to the poor, or the sick, or the prisoners, for Jesus' sake, we give to him. 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto

me.'"

The children sang a hymn of the love of God to their guest before they parted for the night, and neither he nor they were likely to forget this simple Bible comment.

A LESSON FOR CHILDREN.
A GRAIN of corn an infant's hand
May plant upon an inch of land,

Whence twenty stalks may spring, and yield
Enough to stock a little field.

The harvest of that field might then

Be multiplied to ten times ten,

Which, sown thrice more, would furnish bread
Wherewith an army might be fed.

A penny is a little thing,

Which e'en the poor man's child

Into the treasury of Heaven,

may fling