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conduct of this mighty and faithful Friend: "Cast ing all your care upon him; for he careth for you."* As life declines, let his preciousness increase; as the associations of earth gradually lessen, cling more closely and confidingly to him. preparing a place for you in the

Think of him as heavenly mansions,

and as coming to receive you unto himself, that where he is there you may be also. And if, while now you see him not, you can rejoice in him with joy that is unspeakable and full of glory, what will be the rapture of your emancipated spirit when you are admitted to full and uninterrupted communion with him! If now, while you only behold him as through a glass darkly, he is in your apprehension the fairest among ten thousand and the altogether lovely, how will your admiration be increased when you behold him face to face! If now, while you know him but in part, your acquaintance with him is the source of purest and inexpressible pleasure, who shall estimate the happiness and the delight which shall result from your knowing even as you are known?

* 1 Peter v. 7.

The Sympathy of Jesus.

PAUL GERHARDT.

I REST upon the ground
Of Jesus and his blood,

For 'tis through him that I have found
The true Eternal good.

Naught have I of my own,

Naught in the life I lead;

What Christ hath given me, that alone

Is worth all love indeed.

His Spirit in me dwells,

O'er all my mind he reigns, All care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away all pains. He prospers day by day

His work within my heart,

Till I have strength and faith to say,
Thou, God, my Father art!

When weakness on me lies
And tempts me to despair,

He speaketh words and utters sighs
Of more than mortal prayer;
But what no tongue can tell,

Thou, God, canst hear and see,
Who readest in the heart full well
If aught there pleaseth thee.

He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer,

How he who seeks in God his rest
Shall ever find him near;

How God hath built above

A city fair and new,

Where eye and heart shall see and

What faith has counted true.

There is prepared on high

My heritage, my lot;

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Though here on earth I fall and die,
My heaven shall fail me not.
Though here my days are dark,
And oft my tears must rain,
Whene'er my Saviour's light I mark,
All things grow bright again.

My heart for gladness springs,
It cannot more be sad,

For every joy it laughs and sings,
Sees naught but sunshine glad.
The sun that glads mine eyes
Is Christ the Lord I love;
I sing for joy of that which lies

Stored up for us above.

The Friend Unseen.

CHARLOTTE ELLIOT.

O HOLY SAVIOUR, Friend unseen,

The faint, the weak on thee may lean;

Help me, throughout life's varying scene,
By faith to cling to thee!

Blest with communion so divine,

Take what thou wilt; shall I repine,
When, as the branches to the vine,
My soul may cling to thee?

Far from her home, fatigued, opprest,
Here she has found a place of rest-
An exile still, yet not unblest

While she can cling to thee!

Without a murmur I dismiss

My former dreams of earthly bliss; My joy, my recompense be this,

Each hour to cling to thee!

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