There things corruptible are shown
Worthless materials still to be,
The incorruptible alone

Can form a temple worthy Thee.

Alike unfurnish’d, and unskill'd

Are we, except Thy grace provide ;
Thou only canst instruct to build,
Who hast the Corner-Stone supplied.

GRACIOUS PROMISES.

"But now thus saith the Lord that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine."— Isaiah, xliii. 1.

FEAR not, Jacob, tribulated,
Fear not, Israel, disesteem'd;
I, the Lord, who first created,
Have as gloriously redeem'd.

By thy name my love has call'd thee,'
Bade my light around thee shine,
Broke the fetters which enthrall'd thee,

Through redemption made thee mine.

Fear not, Zion's sons and daughters!
Perfect love should cast out fear,
When ye pass through deepest waters,
I, your Saviour, still am near.

Overwhelm'd by waves of sorrow,
Place your trust in Zion's King;
Thence fresh comfort ye shall borrow,
Thence memorial stones shall bring.

In the furnace of affliction,

I will save you from despair; Love divine shall bring conviction That my arm is round you there.

Never shall you be forsaken,

Nothing shall have power to harm, While your faith remains unshaken In Jehovah's outstretch'd arm.

Heights nor depths shall from me sever Those whom Christ hath brought to me,

I will keep them safe for ever,

And their God and Saviour be.

A PRAYER FOR THE CHURCH.

"Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord; awake as in the ancient days, in the generations of old.”—Isaiah, li. 9.

ARM of the Lord, awake,

Put on thy strength as in the days of yore,
And for the Church's sake

Exert thy righteous energies once more..

Art Thou not it—whose might

Smote Rahab?-gave the Dragon's cureless wound?,
Oh! deign for us to fight,
Whom foes as deadly now beset around.

Art Thou not it—whose power

Dried the sea's depths in Israel's earlier day,
And in their favour'd hour,

Made for the ransom'd of the Lord a way?

Once more, once more arise;
As in the ancient days for us appear;

The deep before us lies,

orse than Pharaoh's host are in our rear.

That so the Lord's redeem'd

With songs of praise to Zion may be led,
Thy glory be esteem'd,
And everlasting joy be on our head.

FREE REDEMPTION,

"For thus saith the Lord, ye have sold yourselves for nought, and ye shall be redeemed without money.”—Isaiah, lii. 3.

YE sold yourselves for nought,

Redemption is as free,

Why are ye not then brought

By Jesus unto me?

Such, Lord, thy language still,
The gracious words repeat,

And bend and bow the will
Before thy judgment seat.

There mercy yet is shown,

There love still hovers round,

Salvation is made known,

And free redemption found.

Though we ourselves have brought
To slavery's galling chain,
A Saviour's love, unbought,
May ransom us again.

Though sin's destroying flood
Have swept our peace away,
Yet Christ's atoning blood

That torrent's course can stay.

Though earth contain no gem
To ransom man from vice,

In thy bright diadem

Is set that Pearl of Price.

A Pearl-compar'd with which
The ruby has no worth,
Which makes the poorest rich,
Possessing more than earth.

And they who seek thy face,
Thy mercy shall supply,

From free, unpurchas'd grace,

With what worlds could not buy.