The King of Glory.

OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,—
Dragged to the portals of the sky:
There his triumphant chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay;—
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in!

Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ;The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;— And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, of glorious power possessed ;

The King of saints and angels too;—

God over all, forever blest!

Increase our Faith. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes,

To thee I breathe my soul's desires.

Art thou not mine, my dearest Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on thy everlasting word,

That word which built the earth and sky?

If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
This word a firm foundation gives,
Here let me build and rest secure.

Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immovable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth or hell
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
Since Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

The True Riches.

LORD, I delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.

When nature's streams are dry,
Thy fulness is the same;
With this will I be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.

Should I a drop bemoan,
Who have a fountain near,
A fountain which will ever run
With waters sweet and clear?

There can no good be found
But may be found in thee;
I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

O for a stronger faith

To look within the veil,

To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail !

Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

I cast my care on thee,

I triumph and adore;

Henceforth my great concern shall be

To love and please thee more.

Follow Me.

WITNESS, ye men and angels now,
Before the Lord we speak;
To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break;

That long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Nor ever quit the field.

We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

O guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

How Long.

My God, it is not fretfulness
That makes me say "how long;'

It is not heaviness of heart,
That hinders me in song,-

"Tis not despair of truth and right,
Nor coward dread of wrong.

But how can I with such a hope
Of glory and of home;

With such a joy before my eyes,
Not wish the time were come,—
Of years the jubilee, of days
The Sabbath and the sum.

These years, what ages they have been!
This life, how long it seems!

And how can I, in evil days,

Mid unknown hills and streams,

But sigh for those of home and heart,
And visit them in dreams.

Yet, peace, my heart, and hush, my tongue;
Be calm, my troubled breast;

Each hurrying hour is hastening on

The everlasting rest;

Thou knowest that the time thy God
Appoints for thee, is best.

Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness,
Awake the cry "how long ;"
Let no faint-heartedness of soul
Damp thy aspiring song;

Right comes, truth dawns, the night departs
Of error and of wrong.