2-Pray, the Lord is ever nigh,
Ready still with open ear;
Wait-and He will yet supply

Hope and strength, for every fear.
Pilgrim, weeping at the gate,

Hear His message "Pray and wait."

3-Pray, He knows thy ev'ry thought-
Understands thy secret grief;
Wait, He sends it not for nought,
He will surely bring relief.
Seeing all thy troubled state,

Still He whispers" Pray and wait.”

4-Does the way seem long and drear
To thy sad bewilder'd sight?
Pray, and thou wilt see Him near,
Wait,-He'll lead thee to the light.
Seek Him early, seek Him late;
Fear not, doubt not-"Pray and wait."

5-Dost thou long the day to see,

When thy Saviour shall appear?
Pray, that thou may'st watchful be ;
Wait, the day is drawing near.
Joyfully thou'lt then relate,

'Twas not in vain to-" Pray and wait."

6-Weeping prayers are heard no more
From that home of endless joy;
Days of waiting all are o'er ;

Songs of praise each tongue employ ;
They who enter Zion's gate,

Need no more to-"Pray and wait."

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Matt. viii. 26.

C.M.

1-Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,

While these hot breezes blow

Be like the night-dew's cooling balm
Upon earth's fever'd brow.

2-Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on Thy breast,

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.

3-Yes! keep me calm, though loud and rude

The sounds my ear that greet;

Calm in the closet's solitude;

Calm in the bustling street ;

4-Calm in the day of buoyant health; Calm in my hour of pain;

Calm in my poverty or wealth;

Calm in my loss or gain ;

5-Calm in the sufferance of wrong,

Like Him who bore my

shame ;

Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate Thy holy name ;—

6-Calm when the great world's news with power My listening spirits stir,—

Let not the tidings of the hour
E'er find too fond an ear;

7-Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain,

Moving unruffled through earth's war,
Th' eternal calm to gain.

1-I think of Thee, O Saviour,
And count affliction gain,

If aught of suffering aid me
To realize Thy pain.

2-I think of Thee, O Saviour,

And bless the chastening rod,

Conforming to Thine image,

Thou chasten'd Son of God.

BONAR.

7.6.

3-My sufferings no atonement

For sin could make to God;
Alone, of all the people,

Thou hast the winepress trod.

4-So there is nought of anger
In this my Father's stroke;
He is but gently teaching
My neck to bear the yoke.

5—And it is joy, my Saviour!
A blessed joy to think,

The cup I am but tasting

Thou didst vouchsafe to drink.

6-I would press closer to Thee,
A heavier cross to bear,
So I might better know Thee,
And more Thy spirit share.

7-Soon, as Thou overcamest,
I too shall overcome ;

And bless the love which kept me
So long away from home.

8-I had been lost for ever,

Had'st Thou not thought on me; Cold is my heart and selfish ;Yet, Lord, I think on Thee.

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2 Cor. vi. 10.

P.M.

1-Rejoice, 'tis not in sorrow

To dim that fund of joy ;
No darkening to-morrow

Its brightness can destroy.

For in the Christian's heart is found
One little spot of sacred ground,-
The waves may beat, the winds increase,
They cannot reach that spot of peace.

2-Rejoice when thou art feeling
The keenest earthly smart,
For then thy Lord is sealing
His name upon thy heart.

For often through the glare of day
A cloudy pillar marks the way,
But in the dark and starless night
It changes to a shining light.

3-Rejoice, though thou art waging
A truceless war within,

With evil spirits raging,

And a heart prone to sin.

For He who leads thee through the fray,
Has fought the fight-has won the day;
His strength thy shield, thy guide His voice,
Sorrowful Christian, still rejoice.