(Heb. 6:19.)

Herein is rest:my anchor's cast
"Within the veil," both sure and fast,
For what, though near some haven lay
To lure me o'er the transient way,
If, while upon the billows tossed,
The hope of landing might be lost ?

But hope is resting by that shore
Where Christ for me has gone before;
And now, no waves that round me roll
Can move the anchor of my soul.
How sweet to know they all must cease,
And I shall reach th' abode of peace!

J. M. Gordon.