THE WILL OF GOD.

I worship thee, sweet will of God!
And all thy ways adore,

And every day I live, I seem
To love thee more and more.

Thou wert the end, the blessed rule Of our Saviour's toils and tears: Thou wert the passion of His heart Those three-and-thirty years.

And He hath breathed into my soul
A special love of thee,

A love to lose my will in His,
And by that loss be free.

I love to see thee bring to nought
The plans of wily men ;

When simple hearts outwit the wise,
Oh, thou art loveliest then!

The headstrong world, it presses hard

Upon the church full oft,
And then how easily thou turn'st
The hard ways into soft.

I love to kiss each print where thou
Hast set thine unseen feet:

I cannot fear thee, blessed will!
Thine empire is so sweet.

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

I know not what it is to doubt ;
My heart is ever gay ;

I run no risk, for come what will
Thou always hast thy way.

I have no cares, O blessed will!
For all my cares are thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.

And when it seems no chance or change
From grief can set me free,
Hope finds its strength in helplessness,
And gayly waits on Thee.

Man's weakness waiting upon God

Its end can never miss,
For men on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.

Ride on, ride on triumphantly,
Thou glorious will! ride on;
Faith's pilgrim sons, behind thee take
The road that thou hast gone.

He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;

God's will is sweetest to him, when
It triumphs at his cost.

Ill that He blesses, is our good,
And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will!

INVITATION TO THE MISSION.

O come to the merciful Saviour who calls you,
O come to the Lord who forgives and forgets;
Though dark be the fortune on earth that befalls

you,

There's a bright home above where the sun never sets.

O come then to Jesus, whose arms are extended To fold His dear children in closest embrace; O come, for your exile will shortly be ended, And Jesus will show you His beautiful face.

Yes, come to the Saviour, whose mercy grows brighter

The longer you look at the depths of His love; And fear not! 't is Jesus, and life's cares grow lighter

As you think of the home and the glory above.

Have you sinned as none else in the world have before you?

Are you blacker than all other creatures in

guilt?

O fear not, and doubt not! the mother who bore

you

Loves you less than the Saviour whose blood you have spilt.

O come then to Jesus, and say how you love Him, And vow at His feet you will keep in His

grace;

For one tear that is shed by a sinner can move Him,

And your sins will drop off in His tender embrace.

Come, come to His feet and lay open your story,

Of suffering and sorrow, of guilt and of shame; For the pardon of sin is the crown of His glory, And the joy of our Lord to be true to His

name.

Come quickly to Jesus for graces and pardons, Come now, for who needs not His mercy and love?

Believe me, dear children, that England's fair gardens

Are dull to the bright land that awaits you

PERFECTION.

O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!

'T is not enough to save our souls, To shun the eternal fires;

The thought of God will rouse the heart To more sublime desires.

God only is the creature's home,

Though rough and straight the road;

Yet nothing less can satisfy

The love that longs for God.

O utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.

A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above;

If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?

How little of that road, my soul !
How little hast thou gone!

Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.