(Gal. 2:20.)

Not I but Christ " ! oh, let it:be the watchword,
Sifting each motive in this heart of mine;
Engrave it, Lord, upon " the fleshly tables,"
There in its burning characters to shine.

"Not I, but Christ " ! Thy likeness, Lord, already,
Even in this "vile body" would I bear,
Since, in the glorious "image of the heavenly,"
Thine own unsullied beauty I shall wear.

"Not I, but Christ"! write it across life's story,
Each grievous blot of subtle pride erase ;
Make every page a transcript of Thy glory,
And leave the whole a little hymn of praise !

J. M. G.