Walk thou in it." O gentle Dove,
How much thy holy law I love!
My lamp and light,

In the dark night.

When Paul amid the seas seemed lost,
By Adrian billows wildly tossed,
When neither sun nor star appeared,
And every wave its white head reared
Above the ship, beside his bed
An angel stood, and "Fear not" said.
Such is thy holy Word to me,
When tossed upon affliction's sea;
When floods come in unto my soul,
And the deep waters o'er me roll,
With angel voice thy word draws near,
And says, ""Tis I, why shouldst thou fear?
Through troubles great my saints must go.
Into their rest, where neither woe
Nor sin can come, where every tear
From off the cheek shall disappear,
Wiped by God's hand." O gentle Dove,
Thy holy law how much I love!

My lamp and light,

In the dark night.

When blessed Stephen dauntless stood
Before the Jews, who sought his blood,
With angel face he looked on high,
And, wondering, through the parted sky
Saw Jesus risen from His throne
To claim the martyr as His own.

Angelic peace that sight bestowed,
With holy joy his bosom glowed,

And while the murderous stones they hurled,
His heaven-wrapt soul sought yonder world
"My spirit, Saviour, keep!"

Of rest.

He cried; he kneeled; he fell asleep.
Such be thy holy Word to me
In hour of life's extremity!

Although no more the murdering hand
Is raised within our peaceful land,
The church has rest, and I may ne'er
Be called the martyr's crown to wear,
Yet still, in whatsoever form
Death comes to me, in midnight storm,
Whelming my bark, or in my nest,
Gently dismissing me to rest,
O grant me in thy Word to see
A risen Saviour beckoning me!
No evil then my heart shall fear
In the dark valley. Thou art near
My trembling soul, and thou, my God,
Alone art there: thy staff and rod
Shall comfort me. O gentle Dove,
How much thy law I love!

My lamp and light,

In the dark night.

M'CHEYNE.

TO YONDER SIDE.

Luke, viii. 22-25.

BEHIND the hills of Naphtali

The sun went slowly down,
Leaving on mountain, tower, and tree,
A tinge of golden brown.

The cooling breath of evening woke
The waves of Galilee,

Till on the shore the waters broke,
In softest melody.

"Now launch the boat," the Saviour cried, (The chosen twelve stood by,)

"And let us cross to yonder side,

Where the hills are steep and high.”

Gently the bark o'er the water creeps,
While the swelling sail they spread,
And the wearied Saviour gently sleeps,
With a pillow 'neath His head.

On downy bed the world seeks rest;
(Sleep flies the guilty eye);

But he who leans on the Father's breast
Can sleep when storms are nigh.

But soon the lowering sky grew dark,
O'er Bashan's rocky brow;

"The storm rushed down upon the bark,
And waves dashed o'er the prow.

The pale disciples trembling spake,
While yawned the watery grave,
"We perish, Master,-Master, wake!
Carest thou not to save?"

Calmly He rose, with sovereign will,
And hushed the storm to rest.

"Ye waves," He whispered, "Peace, be still!" They calmed like a pardoned breast.

So have I seen a fearful storm
O'er the wakened sinner roll,
Till Jesus' voice and Jesus' form
Said, "Peace, thou weary soul."

And now He bends His gentle eye
His wondering followers o'er,
"Why raise this unbelieving cry?
I said, 'To yonder shore.'

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When first the Saviour wakened me,
And showed me why He died,
He pointed o'er life's narrow sea,
And said, "To yonder side."

"I am the ark where Noah dwelt,
And heard the deluge roar;

No soul can perish that has felt
My rest. To yonder shore."

Peaceful and calm the tide of life,
When first I sailed with thee;
My sins forgiven, no inward strife,
My breast a glassy sea.

But soon the storm of passion raves,
My soul is tempest-tost;
Corruptions rise, like angry waves;

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Help, Master, I am lost."

"Peace! peace! be still, thou raging breast;

My fulness is for thee;

The Saviour speaks, and all is rest,

Like the waves of Galilee.

And now I feel His holy eye
Upbraids this heart of pride :

"Why raise this unbelieving cry?
I said, To yonder side.'"

M'CHEYNE.

ON MUNGO PARK'S FINDING A TUFT OF GREEN MOSS IN THE AFRICAN DESERT.

"Whatever way I turned, nothing appeared but danger and difficulty. I saw myself in the midst of a vast wilderness, in the depth of the rainy season, naked and alone, surrounded by savage animals, and men still more savage. I was five hundred miles from the nearest European settlement. At this moment, painful as my reflections were, the extraordinary beauty of a small moss in fructification irresistibly caught my eye. I mention this to show from what trifling circumstances the mind will sometimes derive consolation; for, though the whole plant was not larger than the top of one of my fingers, I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves and capsule, without admiration: Can that Being, thought I, who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after His own image! Surely not. I started up, and disregarding both hunger and fatigue, travelled forward, assured that relief was at hand; and I was not disappointed."-Park's Travels.

THE sun had reached his mid-day height,
And poured down floods of burning light,