" The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut oft', and we fly away."-Psalm 90:, 5:10.

My "days" are gone!
My "fourscore years" have passed away,
And I can not much longer stay,
For so my failing "strength" doth say,-
My"days" are gone!

Well, let them go!
For bright indeed they have not been,-
No mortal eye has fully seen,-
Life's ills were hid behind a screen:
But God doth know!

Yes, let them go!
For brightest days are coming fast,-
Days that will ne'er, ne'er be past,-
Days that will ever, ever last:
And free from woe!

All, all of grace!
For Jesus loved and died for me,
Bore all my sins upon the tree,
That I might be forever free
To see God's face!

Yea, see and live!
For, Jesus now beholds His face:
Because He lives I live, through grace;
And I, through Him, shall reach that "place,"
Full praise to give!

Thou blessed One!
What joy it is to call Thee mine!
How sweet to know that I am thine!
That I shall in Thy beauty shine!
E'en share Thy throne!

Jesus, my all!
O precious One, I've all in
For time and for eternity!
Oh, may I truly waiting be,
When Thou shalt call.

R. H.