Christian pilgrim, Zion-ward,
True disciple of thy Lord,
May his Spirit to thy heart
Kindred faithfulness impart.

Thou hast heard a voice within ; Let that voice attention win ; Doubt not, fear not, self abhorr'd, Follow on to know the Lord.

At his bidding sacrifice

More than country's, kindred's ties ; These may still be spared to thee, Let thy heart thy Master's be.

Daily, hourly, labour there,
Waiting, watching unto prayer;
Wait to know thy Master's will,
Watch and pray to do it still.

Then thy calling shall be sure,
Thy election made secure,
And the meed by Abram won
Thine through his Immortal Son.

THE WILL ACCEPTED FOR THE DEED.

"And Isaac spake unto Abraham his father, and said, My : father: and he said, Here am I, my son. And he said, Behold the fire and the wood; but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?”— Genesis, xxii. 7.

BRIEF colloquy, yet more sublime,
To every feeling heart,

Than all the boast of classic time,
Or Drama's proudest art:
Far, far beyond the Grecian stage,
Or Poesy's most glowing page.

But He whose ever watchful eye
Discerns the heart's intent,

Saw every pang, mark'd every sigh

Which Abraham's bosom rent,

And, when his servant's faith was tried,
An offering for himself supplied.

His

mercy, and his tender love

Remain unalter'd still,

As prompt to recompence as prove

Obedience to his will;

And where true faithfulness is shown

To own it for itself alone.

JACOB'S DREAM.

"And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it.”—Genesis, xxviii. 12.

WHY are such splendid glimpses given no more, Such dreams by night, such visitants by day, As blest the patriarchs and the seers of yore, Cheering the pilgrim on his heaven-ward way?

Oh! were our eye anointed and unseal'd
The wonders of redeeming grace to view,
Our mental vision would behold reveal'd
Glories beyond what seers or patriarchs knew.

What though bright glimpses of angelic things

At times might grace the old world's early prime,

Not then had risen, with healing on its wings,

The Sun of Righteousness in light sublime.

Our day and dispensation would make known
Visions as glorious, truths sublimer far,
And hope would render them through faith our own,
Did not our worldliness devotion mar.

Surpassing all the holy patriarch dream'd
Of steps of light by hosts angelic trod,
Would be the beauty of a heart redeem'd,
A heart the temple of the living God.

To such the house of God, the gate of heaven,
Is limited to no peculiar spot,

At Bethel, or at Marah proof is given

Their Lord is with them when they know it not.

JACOB WRESTLING.

And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me."Genesis, xxxii. 26.

LET me go, thy hope is vain,
Day around us breaketh;
Worn with weariness and pain,
Strength thy frame forsaketh.

No, the patriarch answer'd, No!
Think not thus to press me,

I will never let thee go

'Till thou deign to bless me.

Noble words, heroic vow,
Worthy imitation;

Meet to waken, even now

Holy emulation.

Seed of Jacob! you who share
Aught of Israel's spirit,

Wrestle thus, in fervent prayer,
Blessing to inherit.

Prayer, surpassing human might,

Prayer, Heaven's holy portress,

Prayer, the saint's supreme delight,
Prayer, the sinner's fortress.

Prayer and faith can hope impart,
Hope beyond expressing,