When comes the hour to leave beneath What now I use and have,

And when I've yielded up my breath, Earth gives me but a grave.

But Thou, my joy and gladness,
Jesus, my life and light,
Wilt raise me from this sadness,
This long tempestuous night,
Into the perfect gladsome day,
Where, bathed in joy divine,
Among Thy saints, and bright as they,
I too shall ever shine.

There shall I dwell for ever,
Not as a guest alone,

With those who cease there never
To worship at Thy throne;
There in my heritage I'll rest,

From baser things set free,
And join the chorus of the blest
For ever, Lord, to Thee!

I'M BUT A STRANGER HERE.

F. R. TAYLOR.

I

'M but a stranger here;
Earth is a desert drear,

Heaven is my home.

Danger and sorrow stand

Round me on every hand,

Heaven is my Father-land,

Heaven is my home.

What though the tempest rage,

Short is my pilgrimage,

Heaven is my home.

And time's wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast,

I shall reach home at last;

Heaven is my home.

Therefore I'll murmur not,
Whate'er my earthly lot;

Heaven is my home.

For I shall surely stand

There at my Lord's right hand;

Heaven is my Father-land,

Heaven is my home.

JESUS LIKE THE MAGNET RAISES.

From SPITTA, Translated by RICHARD Massie.

S a traveller, returning

AS To his home from some far land,

Thinks of it with bosom yearning,

Ere his foot hath touched the strand;

So amid the noisy pleasures

Of the world, the heart oft sighs

For the nobler higher treasures
Laid up for us in the skies.

All our wish and our endeavor

Is to love and please and choose
Him, who loves us, nor will ever
What is for our good refuse.
When the soul without distraction
Sits and listens at His feet,
Then she finds true satisfaction

And a happiness complete.

HEAVEN IN SONG.

Jesus, like the magnet, raises
Our dull spirits to the skies,
And we seem, in prayer and praises,
As on eagles' wings to rise;
Why we feel this strong attraction,
Why we wait for His command
In each thought, and word, and action,
Can the world not understand.

Should our enemies asperse us, Our dear Lord, who loves us so, Bids us bless e'en them who curse us, And to love our greatest foe. He, who died for our salvation, And on us hath heaven bestowed, Wills that by our conversation We should glorify our God.

Can we have our hearts in heaven,
And yet earthly-minded live?
Can we, who have been forgiven,
Not forget and not forgive?
Can we hate an erring brother,

Only love when we are loved,
And not bear with one another,
By Christ's Holy Spirit moved?

Ah! no hater, or blasphemer,
None who slander and defame,
Can be one with the Redeemer,
Who was gentle as a lamb;

Love will cause assimilation

With the object of our love,
Love will work a transformation,
And renewal from above.

None, O Lord, who are unholy,
Shall thy perfect beauty see;
Teach me to be meek and lowly,
Teach me to resemble Thee.
Keep me from the world unspotted,
That I may not only be

To Thy service here devoted,

But abide in heaven with Thee.

COME LET US GO TO HEAVEN.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

OME, let us go to heaven;—the way
Like darkness, opens into day,

When from the turning-point of night,
Breaks the first beam of morning light.

Come let us go to heaven;-our guide
IS CHRIST who lived, is CHRIST who died,
And rose again; His staff and rod,
Through life and death, will lead to GOD.

Come, let us go to heaven; forsake
Sin, earth, and hell, and gladly take
His easy yoke, His pleasant load,
And brave the dangers of the road.