God is my Light.*

HENGSTENBERG.

GOD is my Light!-Never, my soul, despair

In hours of thy distress!

The sun withdraws, and earth is dark and drear; My light will never cease,

O days of joy with splendour beaming! Through nights of grief, its rays are gleaming; God is my Light!

God is

my Trust!-My soul, be not afraid! Thy Helper will abide:

"I'll not forsake thee!"-he has kindly said,

He's ever at thy side;

In feeble age will yet stand by thee,
No real good will he deny thee;—

God is my Trust!

His is the power!-He speaks, and it is done; Commands, it standeth fast;

* Translated by Dr. Mills.

Ere hope of rescue is in me begun,

Behold, the work is past!

When we our weakness most are feeling,
God loves to prove, his strength revealing,
His is the power.

God is my shield!-Of me he takes the care
As none beside could do;

He guards my head, he watches every hair,
All dangers brings me through;

While thousands, to vain helpers calling,
On right and left are near me falling,-
He is my Shield!

God's my reward!-Well pleased I onward go
The path that he has shown:
It has no trials but my God will know,
When he awards my crown.

I'll gladly strive, the fight sustaining,
Until in death the victory gaining,-

God's my Reward!

The Pilgrim's Retrospect.

REV. ROBERT F. SAMPLE.

"Call to remembrance the former days."-Heb. x. 32.

I'VE travelled a long and weary way,
Through many a valley dim;

I have wept in the morning gray,
And sobbed my evening hymn;
But 'tis the way that leads me home,
No more to weep, no more to roam;
And like a Sabbath chime

Along the by-gone time,

The voice of Him who said,

""Tis I; be not afraid."

Sore conflicts oft with sin I've known,
And tempest-tossed have been;
My heart was rent with many a groan;
Alas, the power of sin!

But strength was given and armour bright;
I walked by faith, and not by sight;

And like a Sabbath chime
Along the by-gone time,

The voice of Him who said,
"'Tis I; be not afraid."

The light of cherished hopes went out, And dark'ning storms came on;

In forests cold I roamed about,

And refuge there was none;

But Jesus came to my relief,
He hushed the wailings of my grief;

And like a Sabbath chime

Along the by-gone time,

The voice of Him who said,

""Tis I; be not afraid."

Soon on my home dark shadows fell,
My dearly-loved was dead!
Then sadly tolled the funeral bell,

And blinding tears were shed;

But in the gloom arose a light,
As Jesus passed within my sight;
And like a Sabbath chime
Along the by-gone time,
The voice of Him who said,

""Tis I; be not afraid."

But mercies too have crowned my years,
And many days were bright;

The lamps of heaven dispelled my fears,
And bathed my path with light;
'Twas sweet to lean on Jesus' arm,
To feel secure from real harm ;

And like a Sabbath chime

Along the by-gone time,

The voice of Him who said,

""Tis I; be not afraid."