the body shall complete the plan of my perfect hapess, with all the chosen in the everlasting enjoyment God, of Christ, of one another, in forms of devotion 1 glory; of glory and felicity which eye has not seen, -ear heard, neither hath entered into the heart of man. ad shall not all be taken well from a hand which will all this? a hand which, even while it afflicts, has s great end of all in view, that the light afflictions, ich are but for a moment, may work out a far more zeeding and an eternal weight of glory."

Whatever it may please God to work, there is someng not only quieting but elevating in these considerans: something which may not only silence a Christ's complaint, but engage him to break out into a ng of praise.

DODDRIDGE.

SCRIPTURAL SELECTIONS.

SEEING then that we have a great High Priest, that is passed intc the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession.

For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities: but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.—Heb. iv. 14—16.

Behold, the Lord God will come with strong hand, and his arm shall rule for him: behold, his reward is with him, and his work before him.

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.-Is. xl. 10, 11.

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.

He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

Even the youth shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary ; and they shall walk and not faint.-Is. xl. 28--31.

THE WEANED CHILD.

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,

Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a weaned child.

From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

What thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave.

'Tis enough that Thou wilt care, Why should I the burden bear?

As a little child relies

On a care beyond its own;

Knows he's neither strong nor wise

Fears to stir a step alone

Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

Thus preserved from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon thy smiles

Till the promised hour appears; When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love.

II.

SONGS IN THE NIGHT SEASON.

"But none saith, where is God my Maker, who giveth songs in the night?”—JOB, xxxv. 10.

HE night is proverbially a time of festivity and

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song. The cares and business of the day are then over; the taxed mind and the wearied muscles seek relaxation; the stillness of the evening invites to those pleasures which cannot be enjoyed amidst the bustle and din of business; and the darkness calling off the mind from the outdoor duties and gayeties, turns it to those domestic or social or festive gatherings, where the gladness of the heart testifies its existence by singing and the voice of melody.

But the vast majority of these songs are earth-born, and designed only for earthly ends. The bacchanalian chorus, the moonlight serenade, the orchestral concert, the parlour melody, the love-lorn ditty, and the trumpetrousing strains of martial music, are each of terrestrial birth; and though they may deeply affect the heart, rousing it to wildest joy or sinking it to pensive sadness, yet are they evanescent, and soon are among the things of a forgotten past.

No such songs, though sung with unrivalled art, though swelling with delicious melody, though rich in

tones of "linked sweetness long drawn out," satisfy the soul. Who that has listened to the most rapturous songs, to those which in our imagination come nearest to angelic harmony, has not, as its last cadence fell on the ear, and its last echo died away, felt a pang of sorrow that such tones must die as fast as they are uttered? that, with a soul fitted to enjoy such vocal richness, we can obtain it so seldom and so briefly? And to all this has there not often been joined the wish, Oh! that there were songs that would never cease to thrill! Oh! that there were voices that would never lose their tone and compass by age! Oh! that there were places where we might ever abide, and listen at will to the treasured melodies of tongue and harp in their loftiest manifestation!

There are such places-there are such voices-there are such songs. Yet when I tell you of them, the very hearts that profess most to desire them will turn away with scornful looks, and perhaps deride them as the outbursts of hot-brained enthusiasm or of canting hypocrisy. But sneer as you may-curl your lip until it becomes rigid with scorn-mock until you have exhausted the vocabulary of obloquy, and defame until you are startled by your own blasphemy, I tell you in a freedom that invites investigation, and with a boldness that challenges denial, that the religion of Jesus Christ furnishes such songs, tunes such voices, and opens such places of perpetual and sublimest melody; for the mansions of glory for ever resound with saintly voices