Although we're oft discouraged, we confess-
We are not left as orphans in the gloom
Of this dark world, for Thou hast spread a feast,
Pledge of Thy love, till Thou shalt come again.

O blessed place, in deepest reverence bowed,-
To think on Thee, and on Thy death, dear Lord.
To worship at Thy table till Thou come,
In sweet obedience to Thy holy Word.

Lost in Thyself, enveloped in Thy love-
Forgetful for the moment of life's pain,
We look from Calvary's cross, with brightest hope,
To that glad day, when Thou shalt come again.

We stand between that cross of shame, and scorn,
(Our sins all buried in the Savior's tomb,)
And glory, in expressible, untold,
While memory feasts on Him, "till He shall come."

O bliss transporting !who hath words to tell,
Of love, and grace, and mercy intertwined:
In one sweet mingled cord of endless joy,
Forever to His heart, our hearts to bind.

Then let us labor on, that other souls
May share our joys, while thus we journey home.
Yea, never weary telling of His love,
His wondrous grace and mercy, "till He come."

H. McD.