The memory of those days renew Within our souls by grace divine, Lest, to ourselves and Thee untrue, Our fervid love tow'rd Thee decline.

If somewhat of its earlier zeal,
The world unhappily have reft,
Thy power and love once more reveal,
To cherish that which still is left.

That we, by penitence sincere,
May pardon for our fall obtain ;
And, through Thy grace, in holy fear,
May do our former works again.

Lest Thou no longer shouldst reprove
In mercy, or in pity plead ;
But from its place our light remove,

And leave our spirits dark indeed.

THE INVITATION.

"And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst, come. And whosoever will, let him take of the waters of life freely."-Revelations, xxii. 17.

HATH the invitation ended?
Is the voice of mercy dumb?
Still the message is extended;
Still the call is-" Freely come !"

Still with sinners Jesus pleadeth
In compassion's gentlest tones;
Still the Spirit intercedeth

With unutterable groans.

Still the Bride, the Church-would gather

Every wanderer to her fold;

Still the Everlasting Father

Would with love each child behold.

Still the fount is freely flowing,
Christ hath open'd to redeem ;
Endless life on all bestowing,

Who partake its living stream.

Then let each who truly thirsteth,
Freely to that fount repair;
And-while yet its tide out bursteth,
Drink, and grow immortal there.

While, by him whose ear is greeted With the gospel's joyful sound, Be a Saviour's name repeated,

'Till it circle earth around.

"Till, the diapason swelling,

Countless hosts in songs of praise,

Their Redeemer's triumphs telling,
Grateful halleluias raise!

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

"After this manner therefore pray ye."-Matthew, vi. 9.

FATHER of all! who dwell'st above,
Thy name be hallowed here;
As in those realms of peace and love,
Where saints that name revere.

Thy kingdom come; Thy will, alone,
Be done by man below;

As spirits round thy glorious throne,
Their pure obedience show.

Give us this day our daily bread ;-
Not merely outward food,
But that whereon the soul is fed,

The source of heavenly good.

Forgive our trespasses, as we
In pardoning love abide ;
Since none forgiveness win from Thee,
Who pardon have denied.

And lead us from temptation far;

From evil, Lord! restore;

For Thine the power, the kingdom are,
The glory evermore!

THE END.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY J. S. HUGHES, 66, PATERNOSTER ROW.