Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand, Is health and ease my happy share? While such delightful gifts as these Be all my hours of health and ease In griefs and pains Thy sacred Word When present sufferings pain my heart, Or future terrors rise, And light and hope almost depart Thy powerful Word supports my hope, And bids me wait resigned. And, oh! whate'er of earthly bliss Give me a calm, a thankful heart, The blessings of Thy grace impart, And let me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My path of life attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end." E. B. S. 44 Thine Eyes shall see the King." L' Isaiah xxxiii. 17. A PROMISE FOR 1880. IFT up thy head, poor child of earth, Hope thou in God," and thus enjoy Think of the mercies of the past, In songs of gladness sing; Though friends all fail thee, and forsake, Trust in the Lord with all thy heart, Let others seek the world's applause, Sweet peace to thee shalt bring; "Thine eyes shall see the King!" Earth's glories fade, and sad decay In light or darkness, ease or pain, Then do the right, whate'er it cost- Each day, when tempted and when tried, So at the last thy "Welcome home!" E. B. 44 We Know in Part." "For we know in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away."-1 Cor. xiii. 9, 10. E know in part; a little of the glory WR Is present with us now; The earnest of the resurrection triumph But never yet was soul so fair That all the radiance it could bear. We know in part; the Father's full adoption And Jesu's blood, for ever and for ever, Has washed our sins away. We know in part, but what remains to know- We know in part our Saviour's deep compassion; A thousand ties our ransomed hearts acknowledge, But when we stand around the throne, We know in part; the Holy Spirit teacheth We are not orphans here; The gracious promises of God He bringeth, Our drooping hearts to cheer. But darkly, "through a glass" we see, Till death unveils eternity. O Trinity Divine! O Three in One! We lift our hearts in praise, For all the tender light that gilds The darkness of our days. But, Lord, we praise Thee evermore, That Thou dost keep the best in store. Y. E. T. CCORDING to a good old custom in our town, the solemn "watch-night" of the last day in the year was succeeded by a special service, early on New Year's morning. A simple service of prayer and praise it was-praise for mercies past, and prayer for the untried future—and very earnestly did the minister invite the poorer members of his flock to attend, to get a first word with their heavenly Father before the toils of a fresh period in their existence should commence. Not a few responded to his appeal by a timely appearance at this service, and much touched was their painstaking minister to see tokens of their presence, long before he entered the chapel. Here, resting against a pillar in the porch, was a spade, with trowel and hod; there, on a step corner, a carpenter's tool bag; then, a sweep's apparatus and soot bags. In a corner behind the scraper was a paint-pot, with its brushes, and there a blacksmith was evidently represented by a couple of stove bars. "All right! That's Tom Parsons; that's Sam Rogers; and-yes”—here a flash of glad surprise lightened Mr. Morgan's face"yes, surely that is Black Jack's bag! Oh, that, oh, that What this "Oh, that!" was meant to express, we can only guess by observing that Mr. Morgan buried his face in his hands for a moment, and then, with a beseeching look, gazed upward, whilst a few inaudible words escaped his lips. He was asking the Holy Spirit's help and God's blessing on the words he was about to speak to the men who, doubtless chiefly to please their minister, had cared to assemble at so early an hour in the house of prayer. As for Black Jack, or, properly, Michael Dodd, he would not have been there at all, perhaps, if the unusual hour had not been rather lark-like. 66 My friends," began Mr. Morgan, "I wish you all from the very depth of my heart, a truly happy new year; but still I wish you to remember that you have not done with the old year yet. Far from it. Listen to the text I have chosen to speak to you from. Listen attentively," and slowly and solemnly he read from his Bible: "Godrequireth-that-which-is-past!" Every eye was turned towards him, and amongst the many fixed in serious attention, Black Jack's were strikingly |