"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father. Fear ye not, therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. - Matthew x. 29, 31.

THOUGH lonely be thy path, fear not, for He Who marks the sparrow fall is guarding thee; And not a star shines o'er thy head by night, But He hath known that it will reach thy sight.

And not a grief can darken or surprise,
Swell in thy heart, or dim with tears thine eyes,
But it is sent in mercy and in love,

To bid thy helplessness seek strength above.

"Put away childish things." -1 Corinthians xiii. 11. "Put on the whole armor of God."- Ephesians vi. 11.

NOT for the "childish things" of life,
The appointed hours are given;

I wear to-day, for earnest strife,

The armor sent from heaven;

With sword of knowledge, shield of truth,
And holiness, bright helm of youth,
And faith's pure banner, to begin
The war with ignorance and sin.

And thus, with hope and courage clear
I hold my onward course,

For thou, my Guide, art ever near,
My strength's unfailing source!
Thou wilt the fainting step sustain
Temptation's strength wilt render vain,
Until at last, from error free,
I walk in light and liberty.

"Have mercy upon me, O Lord! for I am weak." — Psalm vi. 2.

WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.

Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

Bound on a voyage of awful length,
Through dangers little known;
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

"Press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."— Philippians iii. 14.

AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on :

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

'T is God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye;—

That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.

"Be ye strong, therefore, and let not your hands be weak: for your

work shall be rewarded."-2 Chronicles xv. 7.

PRESS on, press on, ye sons of light!
Untiring in your holy fight,

Still treading each temptation down,
And battling for a brighter crown.

Press on, press on! through toil and woe,
With calm resolve, to triumph go,
And make each dark and threatening ill
Yield but a higher glory still.

Press on, press on! still look in faith

To Him who vanquished sin and death!
Then shall ye hear God's word, "Well done!"
True to the last, press on, press on!

"Unknown, and yet well known; . . . . poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing all things.". -2 Corinthians vi. 9, 10.

How happy is he born or taught
Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,

And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death;

Not tied unto the world with care

Of public fame or private breath;