"He that winneth souls is wise."
Prov. xi. 30.

SAVIOUR! when on life's dark main
The Gospel net seems cast in vain,

When through the long and cheerless night,
No souls the fisher's toils requite,

Give them the grace content to be

With this one thought-they toil for Thee.

Some glorious morn the dawn will break
Upon them brightly for Thy sake,
And patient love the past forget
In blessings of a teeming net,
Let down obedient to Thy word,
Ingathering thousands to the Lord.

Monsell.

April 22.

"He will swallow up death in victory, and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces."

Isa. xxv. 8.

THERE'S no last time in Heaven! the angels

pour

A still new song, though chanted evermore; There's no night following on their daylight hours,

No fading time for amaranthine flowers;

No change, no death, no harp that lies unstrung, No vacant place, those hallowed hills among !

"His compassions fail not, they are new every morning."-Lam. iii. 22, 23.

OH! timely happy, timely wise,

Hearts that with rising morn arise:
Eyes that the beams celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new.
New every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

Keble.

April 24.

"Ho! every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters."-Isa. lv. 1.

THY Word, O Lord, like gentle dews,

Falls soft on hearts that pine;
Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refuse
This heavenly balm of thine.

Watered by Thee, let every tree
Bud forth and blossom to Thy praise,
And bear much fruit in after days.
Thy word, a wondrous guiding star,
On pilgrim hearts doth rise,

Leads to their Lord, who dwells afar,
And makes the simple wise.

Let not its light e'er sink in night,
But still in every spirit shine,

That none may miss Thy light divine.

.

"Hold thy peace at the presence of the Lord God, for the day of the Lord is at hand."

L

O! God is here!

Zeph. i. 7.

Let us adore,

And own, how dreadful is this place! Let all within us feel His power,

And silent, bow before His face!

Who know His power, His

grace who prove,
Serve Him with awe, with reverence love.
Lo! God is here! Him day and night
Th' united choirs of angels sing;
To Him, enthroned above all height,

Heaven's host their noblest praises bring
Thou art the God! Thou art the Lord!
Be Thou by all thy works adored!

John Wesley, from Gerhard Tersteegan.

"Honour the Lord with thy substance, and with the first fruits of all thine increase." Prov. iii. 9.

FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!

How rich thy bounties are!

The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.
Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow!
Fountain of love, our praise is Thine;
To Thee our songs we'll raise.

And all created nature join

In sweet harmonious praise.

Anne Flowerden.