Nay, alas thou foolish virgin,
Hast thou then forgot?

Jesus waited long to know thee,

But He knows thee not.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe.

LIX.

OH, WALK WITH GOD.

"And Enoch walked with God."

H, walk with God, and thou shalt find
How He can charm thy way,

And lead thee with a quiet mind

Into His perfect day.

His love shall cheer thee, like the dew
That bathes the drooping flower,

That love is every morning new,
Nor fails at evening's hour.

Oh, walk with God, and thou with smiles

Shalt tread the way of tears,

His mercy every ill beguiles,

And softens all our fears.

No fire shall harm thee, if alas!

Through fires He bid thee go;

Through waters, when thy footsteps pass,
They shall not overflow.

Oh, walk with God, while thou on earth
With pilgrim steps must fare,
Content to leave the world its mirth,
And claim no dwelling there.
A stranger, thou must seek a home
Beyond the fearful tide,

And if to Canaan thou wouldst come,
Oh, who but God can guide?

Oh, walk with God, and thou shalt go
Down death's dark vale in light,
And find thy faithful walk below
Hath reach'd to Zion's height!
Oh, walk with God, if thou wouldst see
Thy pathway thither tend:

And lingering though thy journey be,

"Tis heaven and home at end!

Arthur Cleveland Coxe.

LX.

THE CHRISTIAN CONFLICT.

OLDIER, to the contest pressing,
Onward, let thy watchword

SOL

be;

God upon thee pours His blessing;
What though man derideth thee!

Onward, though the faggot's burning
Be thy pathway's only light:
Onward, death and danger spurning,
Onward in the path of right!

God, for all thy wants providing,
Armour trusty hath for thee;
Gird thyself, in Him confiding,
With the goodly panoply :

Righteousness thy breast defending,
And thy feet with justice shod;
Onward; with the foe contending,
Wield thy sword, the word of God.

Thine the helmet of salvation,

Faith thy mighty shield shall be ; And let prayer and supplication Lance and glorious falchion be.

Still the standard o'er thee streaming
Be the banner pure of love,
Where in glorious blazon beaming,
Float thy pinions, holy dove!

Onward then, with bold contending,
In the path the martyrs trod :
God to thee His strength is lending,

Onward, in the strength of God.

Arthur Cleveland Core.

LXI.

"TEMPTED LIKE AS WE ARE."

TILL as our day our strength shall be,

STW

While still, good Lord, we trust in Thee; While on Thy promise we depend,

Our Saviour, Brother, Father, Friend;

Our great High Priest, to whom were known
Temptations, troubles, like our own ;
Who canst be touch'd with mortal care,
For Thou didst all our sorrows bear.

O Lamb of God, the world on Thee
Hath laid her deep infirmity;

And in the cross that weigh'd Thee down,
The bitter scourge, the thorny crown,

Thou all her griefs, and all her fears,
Didst bear through all Thine earthly years,
The guiltless, for the guilty one,

For man, the Everlasting Son.

O Saviour mine, how great the love

That brought Thee from Thy throne above!
That love, what seraph's lyre can tell,
That wondrous love unspeakable!

So infinite, so all divine!

Unlike all other love but Thine;

Like none but Jesu, none but Thee,
Thou bleeding Lamb of Calvary!

Give me, Thou glorious Lamb of God,
Daily to walk where Thou hast trod,
And in adoring rapture grow,
As in Thy lowly steps I go.

Give me to ponder, more and more,
Thy words and Thy example's lore,
That walking here, my God, with Thee,
Still as my days my strength may be.

Arthur Cleveland Core.

LXII.

THE SOUL-DIRGE.

"Then said Jesus, Will ye also go away?"-St. John vi. 67.

`HE organ play'd sweet music
Whileas, on Easter-day,

All heartless from the altar,

The heedless went away;
And down the broad aisle crowding,
They seem'd a funeral train
That were burying their spirits
To the music of that strain.