Walk in the light!—and sin, abhorr'd, The blood of Jesus Christ, thy Lord, Walk in the light!—and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly HIS, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrin'd, In whom no darkness is. Walk in the light!—and thou shalt own Thy darkness pass'd away, Because that Light hath on thee shone In which is perfect day. Walk in the light!—and e'en the tomb Walk in the light!—and thine shalt be THE GENUINE LOVE OF CHRIST. "And this is love, that we walk after his commandments."2 John, 6. THE surest proof of love, is not Evinc'd by words alone; Yet love remain unknown. The voice of heartless praise, or prayer, The homage of the lip Can never to the Lord declare Thy true discipleship. Deep, deep within the heart must dwell The love by Him preferr'd, And there obedience must compel To His most holy word. To His most holy word—as it To His most righteous law, unwrit, Be this, then, of thy love the test; Thy hopes on no professions place, Thy life may show, through saving grace, THE TRUE SCHISMATICKS. "These be they who separate themselves, sensual, having not the Spirit."-Jude, 19. LORD! save us from presumption's sin, Where such unhappily exists; Since here thy word hath shown wherein M 3 No varying views of outward rites The true schismatick is not one Who may for conscience' sake withdraw; Those who would such seceder shun, Have never learnt Love's holy law. They only can deserve the name, Whose lives and conversation show, By proofs no candour can disclaim, That they thy holy faith forego. Who separate themselves from Thee, The Spirit they have quench'd-deny. This is the schism whose end is death! And kept by grace in stedfast love Through Jesus Christ our Lord alone. A PRAYER AGAINST DECLENSION. 'Nevertheless, I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love."-Revelations, ii. 4. SAVIOUR! preserve within our hearts, The memory of our spousal day, Lest sin, by Satan's specious arts, That earlier love our spirits felt, Bidding our hearts before Thee melt, Our tongues confess Thy praise and power. When, lur'd from joys of time and sense, By Thee with living streams supplied. |