(1 Cor. 4:5.)

And can it be, my God! that Thou ere long wilt stoop To praise Thy purchased ones-and publicly announce To gazing, wondering multitudes that this poor deed Was done for Thee-that act of self-renouncing love, Observed by none down here-that quiet patient course Of waiting on the Lord, though earth and hell opposed?

All these Thine eye doth see, Thy loving heart approve; And Thou dost deem them worth a record in the book Of Thy remembrance-worth rewarding in that day When we must all appear before the judgment-seat,[ear When that glad word,"Well done" shall greet the raptured Of many a one whose spirit here was wounded oft, Whose words and deeds had oft been misinterpreted- By bosom friends, by brethren, not by foes alone.

Even now, the sense that Thine all-searching eye looks on Gives rest to weary hearts, and strength to faltering steps, What wilt it be to have Thy welcome and Thy praise! To adore the grace which kept in sore temptation's hour! And, with full heart, to give the glory all to Thee. Surely that joyful day will recompense for all! The ocean crossed, the haven reached, at home with Thee!

O Father, God! 'tis sweet to know Thy watchful eye Is ever on Thy children's path-Thy loving arm Upholds the feeble ones. Help us to lean on Thee, And still to trust Thy guidance and Thy faithfulness; Not reckon on results but simply to obey; Having the mind of Him who came down here to do His Father's will-who trod the path of suffering, That He might know to sympathize with aching hearts- To succor tempted souls-who drank the cup of wrath For us, that we might share His glory and His throne! M. A. I.