SING WITH ME WEEPING BRETHREN.

JAMES HOGG.

ING with me, sing with me,

SIN

Weeping brethren, sing with me!

For now an open heaven I see,
And a crown of glory laid for me.
How my soul this earth despises!
How my heart and spirit rises!
Bounding from the flesh I sever;
World of sin, adieu forever!

Sing with me, sing with me,
Friends in Jesus, sing with me!
All my sufferings, all my woe,
All my griefs I here forego.
Farewell, terrors, sighing, grieving,
Praying, hearing, and believing,
Earthly trust and all its wrongings,
Earthly love and all its longings.

Sing with me, sing with me,
Blessed spirits, sing with me!
To the Lamb our songs shall be,
Through a glad eternity.

Farewell, earthly morn and even,
Sun, and moon, and stars of heaven;

Heavenly portals ope before me,
Welcome Christ in all His glory!

THEY KEEP THE JOYOUS JUBILEE.

C

HORATIUS BONAR.

HURCH of the ever-living God,

The Father's gracious choice,

Amid the voices of this earth

How feeble is thy voice!

Not many rich or noble called,

Not many great or wise;

They whom God makes His kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.

But the chief Shepherd comes at length;

Their feeble days are o'er,
No more a handful in the earth,

A little flock no more.

No more a lily among thorns,
Weary and faint and few;

But countless as the stars of heaven,
Or as the early dew.

Then entering th' eternal halls,

In robes of victory,

That mighty multitude shall keep
The joyous jubilee.

Unfading palms they bear aloft ;
Unfaltering songs they sing;
Unending festival they keep,
In presence of the King.

REST OF HEAVEN.

There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the people of God.-Heb. 4: 9.

They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.-Rev. 7: 17.

And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.-Rev. 21: 4.

THE REST OF HEAVEN.

WE

WHEN SHALL I BE AT REST?

Church of England Quarterly.

HEN shall I be at rest? My trembling heart Grows weary of its burden; sickening still With hope deferred. Oh, that it were Thy will To loose my bonds, and take me where Thou art!

When shall I be at rest? my eyes grow dim

With straining through the gloom; I scarce can see The way-marks that my Saviour left for me; Would it were morn, and I were safe with Him!

When shall I be at rest? Hand over hand

I

grasp, and climb an ever steeper hill,

A rougher path. Oh, that it were Thy will
My tired feet had reached the Promised Land!

Oh, that I were at rest! A thousand fears
Come thronging o'er me, lest I fail at last.
Would I were safe, all toil and danger past,
And Thine own hand had wiped away my tears!

Oh, that I were at rest like some I love,

Whose last fond looks drew half my life away, Seeming to plead that either they might stay With me on earth, or I with them above!