Then drive away thy doubts and fears,

Nor dread the ills that threat to hurt thee;

For Christ, that saw thee in thy tears,

Hath said, He never will desert thee.

BIRD OF THE HEAVENS, GO!

BIRD of the heavens, go!

Thy nature bids thee rise!
I will not keep thee here below,
Fair tenant of the skies!

O, see how quick he lifts his wing!
See how he rises! Hear him sing!

Thus Christ hath done for thee,
Made, like the bird, to soar;
O man, he seeks to set thee free;
Haste! Do not linger more.

Thou too, redeemed, hast power to rise;
O, stay not from thy native skies.

THINK NOT THAT THE BLEST.

THINK not that the blest, whom the Lord hath befriended, Though scorned by the world, and though smitten with

grief,

Will be left by the arm, that has once been extended,
To suffer and perish without its relief.

O, no! When the clouds of affliction and sorrow
Encircle their souls with the darkness of night,
Thy mercy, oh God, like the sun of to-morrow,
Shall gleam on the shadows and turn them to light.

He leaves us awhile to the billow's commotion,

To see if our faith in the storm will remain; But soon He looks out in his smiles, and the ocean Is hushed from its threats, and is quiet again.

JEHOVAH, SOVEREIGN OF MY HEART.

JEHOVAH, Sovereign of my heart!

My joy by night and day!
From Thee, oh, may I never part,
From Thee ne'er go astray.

Whene'er allurements round me stand,

And tempt me from my choice;
O, let me find thy gracious hand,
O, let me hear thy voice.

This vain and feeble heart, I know,

To worldly ways is prone;
But penitential tears shall show,
-There's joy in Thee alone.

With God all darkness turns to day;
With Him all sorrows flee;

Thou art the true and living way,
And I will walk in Thee.

O, COULD I RULE MY ERRING THOUGHT.

O, COULD I rule my erring thought,
Each wrong desire subdue;

And serve my Maker as I ought,
And thou wouldst have me do.

O, could I discipline my mind,
To seek the heavenly goal;
Nor strive, in earthly things, to find
A treasure for the soul.

Then should my lips no more complain,
('Tis sin that makes my grief;)
But Thou, that givest ease for pain,
Would'st quickly bring relief.

Ascendant over time and sense,
My feet would upward move,
Protected by thy Providence,
Rejoicing in thy love.

MAN'S SPIRIT HATH AN UPWARD LOOK.

MAN's spirit hath an upward look,

And robes itself with heavenly wings; E'en when 't is here compelled to brook Confinement to terrestrial things.

Its eye is fastened on the skies;

Its wings for flight are opened wide; Why doth it hesitate to rise?

And still upon the earth abide?

And would'st thou seek the cause to know,
And never more its course repress;
Then from those wings their burden throw,
And set them free from worldliness.

Shake off the earthly cares that stay
Their energy and upward flight;
And thou shalt see them make their way
To joy, and liberty, and light.

THE SECRET SIGN.

THEY know Him by the secret sign,
Which to their souls is given;
"T is written there in light divine,
With characters from heaven.

They may not tell it; but 't is there,
Forever deep impressed;

Nor grief, nor pain, nor sharp despair,
Shall rend it from their breast.

The child the parent's accent knows,
The accents ever dear;

Unlike the treacherous voice of foes,

That fills his heart with fear.

He runs to meet it; and it falls

In blessings and in joys;

And thus whene'er the Saviour calls,
His people know his voice.

They know Him by the secret sign,
Which to their souls is given;
"T is written there in light divine,
With characters from heaven.

CHRIST OUR REFUGE.

DARK is the watery way

Of life's tempestuous sea:

And none, oh Christ, are safe, but they,
Who put their trust in Thee.

Loud is the stormy wind;

The seamen are afraid ;

But those shall strength and mercy find,
Whose souls on Christ are stayed.

The winds they do not fear,

Nor dread the thunder's noise;

The Saviour's cheering voice they hear,

And evermore rejoice.

It is our Saviour's skill,

Our Saviour's arm of might,

Which guides the tossing ship at will,

And puts our fears to flight.