"Six days thou shalt work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest."-Ex. xxxiv. 21. THEY rested on the Sabbath day

Who once the desert trod,

Led by the pillar and the cloud,
And guarded by their God.

Ten thousand mercies strew'd the path
Which ancient Israel trod;
And rich in blessing is the track
Which leads us to our God.

Not yet the barrier wave is pass'd,
Not yet our home is gain'd;
Not yet, the "Sabbath of the skies,"
Eternal rest, attain'd.

Jesus, to Thee each good we owe,
Which cheers our pathway now,
And from Thy cross far richer joys,
Eternal blessings flow.

"So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom."—Ps. xc. 12. SINCE then my days so short, my work so

great,

Since there's no counsel in the silent grave,
Oh lead me, lead me to some safe retreat,
And from the world this shipwreck'd vessel save.
I would not always live; too long the scene
Of sin and sorrow has already been.
Lord, I am weary, oh conduct me home,
'Tis very late, and very dark, oh come.
Banish all studies, but Thy works and Thee,
Thy Cross my pride, Thy grave my victory.

"Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better."-Eccles. vii. 3.

THE path of sorrow, and that path alone,

Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; No trav'ller ever reach'd that bless'd abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road. And He who knows what human hearts would

prove,

How slow to learn the dictates of His love,-
In pity to the souls His grace design'd

To rescue from the ruins of mankind,

Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years,

And said, "Go spend them in the vale of tears." Cowper.

September 15.

"Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy."-Hosea x. 12.

O

GOD! by whom the seed is given;
By whom the harvest blest;

Whose word, like manna shower'd from
Heaven,

Is planted in our breast.

Preserve it from the passing feet,

And plunderers of the air;

The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And weeds of earthly care!

Though buried deep, or thinly strewn,
Do Thou Thy grace supply;

The hope in earthly furrows sown
Shall ripen in the sky!

Bishop Heber.

Speak ye every man the truth to his neighbour."

Zech. viii. 16.

WHERE the shadows deepest lie,

Carry truth's unsullied ray;

Where are crimes of blackest die,
There the saving sign display.

To the weary and the worn

Tell of realms where sorrows cease;
To the outcast and forlorn

Speak of mercy and of peace.

Guard the helpless; seek the stray'd;
Comfort troubles; banish grief;
With the Spirit's sword array'd.
Scatter sin and unbelief.

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W. W. How.

September 17.

"Stand in awe and sin not.'

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Ps. iv. 4.

WHO follows Christ, whate'er betide,

Is worthy of a soldier's name;

Is He thy Way, thy Light, thy Guide?—
'Tis meet thou also bear His shame :
Who shrinks from dark Gethsemane,
Shall Tabor's glories never see.

Then live and suffer, do and bear,

As Christ Thy pattern here hath done,
And seek His innocence to wear,

That He may count thee of His own.
Who loveth Christ, cares but to win
New triumphs o'er the world of sin.