DEVOTION.

THERE is devotion in the summer breeze-
In the sweet murmur of the mountain rill-
'Tis heard when tempests sweep the lonely hill,
And whirlwinds prostrate lay the aged tree.
There is devotion in the lark's sweet song,

When morning rises from the lap of night;
A thousand insects breathe it from ainong

The summer fields, and garden flow'rets bright. 'Tis heard when peace reigns o'er the tranquil sea, When the loud waves beat on the rugged shore, When labour carols on the fertile lea,

Or from the wood the blackbirds warbling pour; But oh! how pure when childhood bends the knee And whispers praise to Him, whom heaven and earth adore.

SUPPLICATION.

OH God that madest the earth and sky, the darkness and the day,

Give hear to this thy family, and help us while we pray!

For wide the waves of bitterness around our ves

sel roar,

And heavy grows the pilot's heart, to view the rocky shore!

The Cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear;

But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair!

Then, mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew!

And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience

too.

BISHOP HEBER

THE COTTAGER'S HYMN.

AMONG the lowly ones on earth,
My present lot is cast;

Yet, I may be of noble birth,

And heir of treasures vast.

Yes, if I am a child of God,
My birth indeed is high,
The heavens shall be my blest abode,
And there my treasures lie.

Oh Jesus! who hast borne the cross,
And dwelt among the poor,
Help me, each worldly pain or loss,
With patience to endure.

Oh make me rich in faith and love,
Thy mercy let me share,
Then take me to my rest above,
Give me my treasure there.

THE ONE FAMILY.

"Of whom the whole Family in heaven and earth is named." Ephesians iii., 15.

LET saints below join saints above
To whom their rest is given;
And on the eagle wings of love
Soar towards the joys of heaven,

Let saints on earth in concert sing
With those whose work is done;
For all the servants of our King
In every place are One.

One Family, we dwell in Him,
One Church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream-
The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,
To His commands we bow:

Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

E'en now to their eternal Home,
There pass some spirits blest;
While others to the margin come,
Waiting their call to rest.

Jesus! be thou our constant guide;
Then, when the word is given,
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And give us rest in heaven.

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

Lo! return'd the joyful season,
When the blessed Son of God
From his Father's throne descended
And with sinful man abode.

Though he dwell in boundless glory,
Where the tide of bliss o'erflows,

Yet to save a world of sinners,
He became a man of woes.

Far from God mankind had fallen,
Nothing could redeem our race,
Nothing-but thy blest atonement,
Prince of righteousness and peace.

Press'd with loads of guilt and anguish, Hopeless now no more we groan :What is man, thou blest Redeemer, That such love to him is shown?

Since for us HE lived in sorrow,
And expired in cruel pain,
How shall we, our sins retaining
Crucify our Lord again.

Lord, impart thy grace and blessing,
Make our hearts and tongues agree,
With the host of heaven triumphant
Still to bless and worship thee.

Glory be to God, the Father;
Glory be to God, the Son;
Glory be to God, the Spirit;
Hail for ever, Three in One.

N. BUTE.

THE PATRIARCH AND THE
MONARCH.

Genesis xvii. 7, 10.

PHARAOH, upon a gorgeous throne of state
Was seated; while in awe around him stood
His servants, watchful of his lofty looks.
The Patriarch enters, leaning on the arm
Of Benjamin. Unmoved by all the glare
Of royalty, he scarcely throws a glance
Upon the pageant show; for from his youth
A shepherd's life he led, and viewed each night
The starry host: and still where'er he went,
He felt himself in presence of the Lord.
His eye is bent on Joseph,--him pursues.
Sudden the king descends; and bending, kneels
Before the aged man, and supplicates

A blessing from his lips! the aged man
Lays on the ground his staff, and stretching forth
His tremulous hand o'er Pharoah's uncrowned

head,

Prays that the Lord would bless him and his land. GRAHAME.