HYMN OF TRUST.

OVE Divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest

tear,

On Thee are cast each earth-born

care,

We smile at pain while Thou art near!

Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!

When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near!

On Thee we fling our burdening woe,

O Love Divine, forever dear, Content to suffer while we know,

Living and dying, Thou art near!

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

AS THY DAYS, SO SHALL THY STRENGTH BE.

HEN adverse winds and waves

arise,

And in my heart despondence

sighs;

When life her throng of cares reveals,
And weakness o'er my spirit steals,
Grateful I hear the kind decree,

That "as my day, my strength shall be."

When, with sad footsteps, memory roves
'Mid smitten joys and buried loves,
When sleep my tearful pillow flies,
And dewy morning drinks my sighs,
Still to Thy promise, Lord! I flee,
That "as my day, my strength shall be ”

One trial more must yet be past,

One pang-the keenest and the last;

And when, with brow convulsed and pale, My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, Redeemer! grant my soul to see

That "as her day, her strength shall be."

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE.

Y Faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour Divine !

Now hear me while I pray;

Take all my guilt away;

Oh, let me, from this day,
Be wholly Thine!

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,—
My zeal inspire!

As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be-
A living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;