3-He, who so patiently

The crown of thorns did wear,-
He hath gone up on high;
Our hope is with Him there.

4-Now is His truth revealed,
His majesty and might;

Christ is our life and light.

5-He, who for men did weep,
Suffer and bleed and die,-
First fruits of them that sleep—
Christ hath gone up on high.

6-His victory hath destroyed

The shafts that once could slay ;
Sing praise the tomb is void

Where the Redeemer lay.

1-Lowly, my soul, be lowly,

Follow the paths of old :

The feather riseth lightly,
But never so the gold!
The stream descending fast,
Has gathered quietly, slowly,
A river rolls at last,—

Therefore, my soul, be lowly.

P.M.

2-Lowly, my eyes, be lowly;

God, from His throne above,
Looks down upon the humble
In kindness and in love.
Still as I rise I shall

Have greater depths below me,
And haughty looks must fall,-
Therefore, my eyes, be lowly.

3-Lowly, my hands, be lowly;

Christ's poor around us dwell Stoop down, and kindly cherish The flock He loves so well. Not toiling to secure

This world's fame and glory, Thy Saviour blessed the poor, Therefore, my hands, be lowly.

4-Lowly, my heart, be lowly,

So God shall dwell with Thee;

It is the meek and patient

Who shall exalted be.

Deep in the valley rest

The Spirit's gifts most holy, And they who seek are blest,Therefore, my heart, be lowly.

5-Lowly, I would be lowly!

This frame, to earth allied,
Must first to dust be humbled
Ere it be glorified!
My God, prepare me here

For all that lies before me;

I would in heaven appear,
And so I would be lowly.

INGOLSTELLER.

107

Isaiah vii. 4.

1-Be still, my soul, let nothing stir
Thee from the sweet repose
Of those who to their God refer
Their joys, their cares, their woes.

2-Be quiet, why this anxious heed'
About thy tangled ways?

God knows them all, He giveth speed,
And He allows delays.

3-What though He let thee not perform Some good and loved design?

C.M.

Thou would'st not wish Him to conform
His perfect will to thine!

4-My God! the hearing ear impart, To hear Thee tell Thy will,

108

And then bestow the ready heart
All meekly to fulfil.

Heb. xi. 16.

E. W.

P.M.

1-We have no home but heaven ;-a pilgrim's garb we wear;

Our path is marked by changes, and strewed with many a care;

Surrounded with temptation; by varied ills oppress'd;

Each day's experience warns us that this is

not our rest.

2-We have no home but heaven ;-then wherefore seek one here?

Why murmur at privation, or grieve when trouble's near?

It is but for a season that we as strangers

roam,

And strangers must not look for the com

forts of a home.

3-We have no home but heaven;-we want no home beside;

O God, our Friend and Father, our footsteps

thither guide,

Unfold to us its glory, prepare us for its joy, Its pure and perfect friendship, its angel-like employ.

4-We have a home in heaven ;-how cheering is the thought!

How bright the expectations which God's own word has taught!

With eager hearts we hasten the promised bliss to share ;

We have no home but heaven;-O would that we were there!

109 1 Cor. xi. 26. (SACRAMENTAL.) S.M.

1-No gospel like this feast

Spread for Thy Church by Thee;

Nor prophet, nor evangelist

Preach the glad news so free.

2-All our redemption cost,

All our redemption won;
All it has won for us, the lost;
All it cost Thee, the Son.

3-Thine was the bitter price,

Ours is the free gift, given;

Thine was the blood of sacrifice,
Ours is the wine of heaven.