TRUST IN GOD.

[LANGHORNE.]

HROUGH Error's maze, through Folly's night,

TH

The lamp of Reason lends me light:

When stern Affliction waves her rod,
My heart confides in thee, my God!
When Nature shrinks opprest with woes,
Ev'n then she finds in thee repose.
To thee my humble voice I raise :
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

Affliction flies, and Hope returns :
Her lamp with brighter splendour burns;
And Love, with all his smiling train,
And Peace and Joy are here again;
These, these, I know, 'twas thine to give :
I trusted; and behold, I live!
To thee my humble voice I raise:
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

Oh! may I still thy favour prove!
Still grant me Gratitude and Love,
Let Truth and Virtue guard my heart;
Nor Love, nor Hope, nor Joy depart;
But yet, whate'er my life may be,
My heart shall still repose on thee.
To thee my humble voice I raise :
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

PAS

UNMURMURING SUBMISSION.

[REV. C. STRONG.]

ASSING the inclosure where the dead repose
I saw, in sable weeds, a gentle pair

Lingering with fond regard at evening's close,
Beside a little grave fresh swelling there:

Silent they stood---serene their thoughtful air;
There fell no tear, no vain complaint arose;
Faith seem'd to prompt the unutterable prayer,
And to their view the eternal home disclose.

Next Sabbath brought me where the flow'ret lay,
Record of high descent the marble bore,
Heir of a noble house, and only stay;

And these words, gather'd from the Bible's store"The Lord hath given, the Lord hath ta'en away, His holy name be blessed evermore!"

AS THY DAY IS, SO SHALL THY
STRENGTH BE.

[MRS. SIGOURNEY.]

HEN adverse winds and waves arise,

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And in my heart despondence sighs,--When life her throng of care reveals, And weakness o'er my spirit steals,--Grateful I hear the kind decree

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That as my day, my strength shall be."

When with sad footsteps memory roves Mid smitten joys, and buried loves,--When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs,--Still to thy promise, Lord, I flee,

as my day, my strength shall be.”

One trial more must yet be past;
One pang---the keenest and the last :
And when, with brow convulsed and pale,
My feeble, grieving heart-strings fail,
Oh Father! grant my soul to see
That "

as her day, her strength shall be."

THE END.

C. WHITTINGHAM, TOOKS COURT,
CHANCERY LANE.

ERRATUM.

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