Montoomeky's Poems.

Oft with its fiery force,
His arm had quell'd the foe,
And laid, resistless in his course,
The alien-armies low.
Bent on such glorious toils,
The world to him was loss;
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils,
He hung upon the cross.

At midnight came the cry,

"To meet thy God prepare!"

He woke,—and caught his Captain's eye:

Then, strong in faith and prayer,

His spirit, with a bound,

Burst its encumbering clay;

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,

A darken'd ruin lay.

The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease,
And life's long warfare closed at hist,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ! well done;
Praise be thy new employ;
And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

Command Thy blessing, in this hour,
Spirit of truth! and fill this place,
With humbling and exalting power,
With quickening and confirming grace

O Thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide!
One true eternal God confest;
May nought in life or death divide
The saints in Thy communion blest.

With Thee and these for ever bound,
May all who here in prayer unite,
With harps and songs Thy throne surround,
Rest in Thy love, and reign in light.

DEDICATION TO GOD.
Jesus, our best beloved Friend,
Draw out our souls in pure desire;
Jesus, in love to us descend,
Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire.

On Thy redeeming name we call;
Poor and unworthy though we be,
Pardon and sanctify us all:
Let each Thy full salvation see.

Our souls and bodies we resign,
To fear and follow Thy commands:
Oh ! take our hearts,—our hearts are thine
Accept the service of our hands.

Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer
May we Thy blessed will obey,
Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of the day.

Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place
In heaven, at Thy right hand, prepare;
And till we see Thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there I

•' PRAYING ALWAYS WITH ALL PRAYER

Pkayeb is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd, or unexpress'd;
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast:
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high:
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death,

He enters heaven with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, "Behold, he prays!"
In prayer, on earth, the saints are one;

In word, and deed, and mind;
When with the Father and his Son

Sweet fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made on earth alone:

The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus, on the eternal throne,

For sinners intercedes.
0 Thou, by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer Thyself has trod;

Lord, teach us how to pray I

THE CHRISTIAN ISRAEL.

Thds far on life's perplexing path,
Thus far the Lord our steps hath led;
Safe from the world's pursuing wrath,
[Jnharm'd though floods hung o'er our head;
Here then we pause, look back, adore,
Like ransom'd Israel from the shore.

Strangers and pilgrims here below,
As all our fathers in their day,
We to a Land of Promise go,
Lord! by Thine own appointed way;
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.

Protect us through this wilderness
From serpent plague, and hostile rage;
With bread from heaven our table bless,
With living streams our thirst assuage;
Nor let our rebel-hearts repine,
Or follow any voice but Thine.

Thy righteous laws to us proclaim,
But not from Sinai's top alone;
Hid in the rock-clift, be Thy name,
Thy power, and all Thy goodness shown;
And may we never bow the knee
To any other gods but Thee!

Thy presence with us move or rest;
And as the eagle o'er her brood
Flutters her pinions, stirs the nest,
Covers, defends, provides them food.
Bears on her wings, instructs to fly ;—
Thus, thus prepare us for the sky.

Montgomery's Poems.

When we have number'd all our years,
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with human fears,
Oh ! let not then the spirit shrink,
But strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream,—to rise above.

THE VISIBLE CREATION.

The God of nature and of grace

In all His works appears;

His goodness through the earth we traoe

His grandeur in the spheres.

Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By Him in wisdom plann'd;
'Twas He who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

Lift to the firmament your eye;
Thither his path pursue;
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view

He bows the heavens—the mountains stand
A highway for their God;
He walks amidst the desert Iand,-
'Tis Eden where He trod.

The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark ! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.