To God be ev'ry moment given,

And make this world a part of heaven:
Labour for Him throughout the day-
He only can thy toils repay.

The day speeds on.

Our faithful clock

Tells us it flies :-Eleven has struck.

A new commandment Christ has given :
LOVE ONE ANOTHER makes eleven.

Bear and forbear; for nought but love
Enters the peaceful realms above.
Who has not learn'd forbearance here,
Would mar the peace of others there.

NOON.

And now 'tis mid-day. Now our clock,
In lengthen'd tones, twelve times has struck.
Twelve months make up the long-drawn year—
How short they'll seem when death is near!
Prepare for death: do nothing now,
'Twould not be right in heaven to do.
Whene'er thy temper's harsh, uneven,
Think-would these feelings do in heaven?

To work again. Our dinner's done.
Our rest is o'er: the clock strikes one.
One faith, one hope, one saving call,
One God and Saviour over all.

'Mid toil or rest, mankind should be
One kind, united family :-

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Some still on earth:-some gone before:-
Their father, God:--whom all adore.

The world toils on. Our village clock
The hour of two has briefly struck.
Two souls to man God never gave,
The one to lose, the one to save.

'Mid toil or rest, mankind should be
One kind, united family :-

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Some still on earth:-some gone before:-
Their father, God:-whom all adore.

The day wears on :-and three o'clock
O'er all the sultry world has struck.
Still practise faith, hope, charity:
The last is greatest of the three.

'Mid toil or rest, mankind should be
One kind, united family :-

Some still on earth :-some gone before:-
Their father, God:-whom all adore.

The birds seem drowsy; and our clock
The hour of four has slowly struck.
Be all our thoughts to four things given-
To death and judgment, hell or heaven.

School heart, soul, temper here, and prove
Thee fit to join the saints above.

Death adds not virtue, goodness, worth-
All saints have first been saints on earth.

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EVENING.

Rest, now, awhile. It just has struck
The luncheon hour: 'tis five o'clock.
Five thousand by the Christ were fed :
Ask, and He'll give thy daily bread.

Now, now's the time. The day goes down.
Thy life is passing.
Death comes on.

Work now for God: for Him do all:

Death's morrow is a festival.

The teams wend homeward now.

Comes to be milk'd.

The flock

'Tis six o'clock.

Six sins against the Holy Ghost

Are most denounced and punish'd most.

Now, now's the time.

The day goes down.

Thy life is passing.

Death comes on.

Work now for God: for Him do all :

Death's morrow is a festival.

Look at its ruddy face! Our clock

Shone like the sun while seven it struck! Think on the seven last words that fell From our dear Lord;-think on them well.

Now, now's the time.
Thy life is passing.
Work now for God:

The day goes down. Death comes on. for Him do all:

Death's morrow is a festival.

List to the house-dog's bark! Our clock Sounds sweet at night-fall! Eight has struck.

Eight souls escaped the Deluge: eight:
Bethink thee; what had been thy fate?
Bethink thee: art thou fit to die?
No clocks strike in eternity.

Full soon, all clocks will have run down,
And heaven will be or lost or won.

And now thy toils are o'er. Our clock
Brings rest and supper. Nine has struck.
Nine months the Virgin Mother bore
The Hope of Nations: God adore.

Pray ere thou sleep. Pray angels spread
Their sheltering wings above thy head.
Let God thine every impulse share;
And be thy toil and rest-a Prayer.

ORIGINAL.

ZEAL FOR RELIGION.

The apostle declares that two things are needful to Christian righteousness and to salvation to believe in the heart, and to make an outward profession of belief. To profess the faith without believing it in the heart, would be hypocrisy but to believe in one's heart, and yet not to dare avow that belief and publicly own it on occasions where the honour of religion is at stake, is an insult to the faith -since to do so is, practically, to disown it

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and to be ashamed of it. "With the heart, we believe unto justice; but with the mouth, confession is made unto salvation." It is, therefore, an essential duty for every Christian, in order to honour his religion, to add the confession of his lips to the submission of his reason and such was the respect which its first followers so steadfastly paid to it. Nothing contributed more to its honour than the holy readiness of these perfect Christians to acknowledge and proclaim it.

Yes, Christians; to profess our faith, for the honour that may redound to religion from our support, is a duty so strictly incumbent upon us, that we cannot omit it without incurring the greatest responsibility to God, to the Church, and to all the society of the faithful. For when God vouchsafed to found a religion upon earth, he did not intend that it should remain unknown and in darkness :-being established for his glory, and having, indeed, no other object than his glory, an interior piety—a piety felt only in the secret of the heart-would not have answered the end proposed: what was needed was a visible devotion, a godliness that should shew itself in broad daylight and before the eyes of all, in order that it might enhance the glory of the Master whom it acknowledges, and who, it tells us, is the object of our worship. But it cannot do this unless