Let not deceit in me be found,
While I sojourn below;

Let not self-righteousness abound,
But truth like waters flow.

O free my heart from evil works,
And give me grace within,
That I may be a shining light
To all that enter in.

Come, Holy Spirit, now appear,
In this poor heart of mine,
And stamp thine image on my soul-
In all thy beauty shine!

No peaceful hours do I enjoy,
Save in my Saviour's love;
His presence yields a rich perfume,
I'll fix my thoughts above.

My thoughts from thee do often go;
In search of earthly toys,
But quickly when they fly from thee
My comfort they destroy.

In Jesus I will ever trust,
And lean upon his arms;

Ilis presence makes my paradise,
I feast upon his charms.

Though doubts and fears do oft arise, To Jesus Christ I'll go;

He'll bind my broken spirit up,

nd pity will he show.

His mercy it doth kindly flow,
When I confess to him;

He makes my troubled soul rejoice,
And cancels all my sin.

With pitying steps my Saviour comes,
And cheers my panting soul;
He bids my doubts and fears depart,
And tranquil hours then roll.

On angels' food my spirit feeds,
When I can see his hand;
I look beyond this vale of tears,
To Canaan's happy land.

COMFORT IN AFFLICTION.

Dear Lord I am lonesome, I mourn like a dove
Thine absence is tedious, I long for thy love!
O do not forsake me, nor leave me alone,
Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory my home!

My soul is quite barren when absent from thee;
This world has no pleasure-no, no, not for me !
I seek for enjoyment, but seek it in vain-
I only in Jesus can comfort obtain !

When Jesus on earth like a pilgrim did roam,
Afflicted and hated, despised and forlorn,
He suffered with patience enduring our pain,
Shall not a frail mortal then cease to com

?

On Jesus alone I will ever rely.
In every affliction to him I will fly;
His promise is life and his kindness is sure,
And like a good soldier I hope to endure.

I'll yield to my fate though afflicted and poor,
Against a just hand I will murmur no more;
I'll trust in my Saviour, I'll lean on his arm.
His presence will keep me from danger and harm.

HOPE.

My hope is like a twinkling star,
I scarcely could perceive;
That I had passed from death to life,

I could not it believe.

My hope, tho' small, it did grow bright,
I gladly now it claim;

No unbelief shall make me doubt
Thy promises-the same.

My doubting soul did often pray,
My hope it did revive;

All clouds of gloom did then disperse,
And clear became my sky.

What joy and peace I did possess,

When first I did believe;

My soul did mount on wings of love,
I thought I ne'er should grieve,

વસંત

Prayer was the weapon that I used,
When doubts and fears did rise;
I placed my hope on him that rules
And reigns above the skies.
His mighty arm was underneath,
Kept me from sinking down;
My doubting soul he kept it up,
His arm did me surround.

My faith and zeal shall now increase,
Towards the God of love,
Till I shall pass from earth away
And soar to realms above.
Then I shall join the heavenly train,
Around my Father's throne;
No doubts nor fears will then arise,
Nor disappointments come.

CONTENTMENT.

Tho' kings and princes boast
And think their wealth is great,
Their sumptuous feasts and gaudy shows,
I envy not their state.

Ye potentates may boast,

My wealth is more than thine;

Religion in my soul I feel

And grace that will refine.

Ye fair ones of the south,

On silken sofas lie,

Your beauty soon will fade away,

And you will droop and die.

The halls that glitter so,
With jewels pearls and gold,
I'd rather have my little cot,
With glory in my soul.

THE MISSIONARY HYMN.

[Go ye therefore and teach all nations, baptizing their in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost; teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you and lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.-Mat. 28 19, 20. Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few.--Mat. 9: 37. Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.--John 4: 35. How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher ?—Romans 10: 14. Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the carth for thy possession.-Psalms 2: 8.]

Millions of souls sincerely bow,
To gods of wood and stone;
How dreadful does the sight appear,
Where Christ with light has come.
Let mission zeal in every breast
Be kindled to a flame,

Till every nation, tribe and tongue,

Have learned their Savior's name.