WE HAVE NO HOME BUT HEAVEN. E have no home but heaven; WE A pilgrim's garb we wear; We have no home but heaven ;- Or grieve when foes appear? It is but for a season That we as strangers roam, We have no home but heaven; Prepare us to employ Our soul, our life, our strength, our all, In that blest world of joy. We have no home but heaven ;— NOT NOT NOW, MY CHILD. Dublin Tract Repository. OT now, my child-a little more rough tossing, A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, Not now, for I have wanderers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountains, And thou must follow them where'er they rove. Not now, for I have loved ones sad and weary; Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones who need thee in their lonely sorrow; Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while? Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding, And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing; Not now, for orphan tears are thickly falling; They must be gathered 'neath some sheltering wing. Not now, for many a hungry one is pining; Not now, for dungeon walls look stern and gloomy, And prisoners' sighs sound strangely on the breezeMan's prisoners, but thy Saviour's noble freemen-Hast thou no ministry of love for these? Not now, for hell's eternal gulf is yawning, Go with the name of Jesus to the dying, One little hour! and then the glorious crowning; Eternity's long, deep thanksgiving psalm! A LITTLE WHILE TO TOIL ALONG. From the Banner of the Covenant. A LITTLE while to toil along And we shall join the ransomed throng, A little while, for doubt and gloom, And faith shall spread her eagle plume, A little while to pour our love, Το weep with tears of bitter grief, A little while to scatter smiles, A little while to do the work A little while to face the storm, And Christ shall whisper, "Peace, be still," A little while! Take heed, my soul, WHY SHOULD I LINGER HERE. H J. BIRCH. AIL! happy day, When I shall soar away, And leave all earthly care behind, Too grov'lling for the mind; When with untiring gaze, My eye shall rest in sweet delight, |