Whom have I in heaven but Thee ? and there is none upon earth I desire beside Thee." (Ps. 73:25.)

Lord Jesus, be Thou alone my heart's sole object;
Fill all its longings with Thy precious love,
Till I forget its weakness and its sin-stains,
In Thee, who didst Thy love so dearly prove.

Soothe every sorrow with Thy sweet consolation,
Change Thou my cry to sweetest songs of praise,
My close companion e'er, in rest or labor,
So shall I ne'er complain of lonely days.

And when, at evening, my sun of life is setting.
Touch Thou my sky with gleams from glory's light,
Then let me rest, as oft in life I 've rested,
On Thy dear breast, while faith gives place to sight

Then hushed forever all sounds of sin and sorrow,
Then nevermore the power to grieve Thy heart;
Then,-oh, the rapture !-earth's poor shackles broken,
Thee to behold, and nevermore to part.

H. McD.