Guides me with His arm of love,
When my wandering footsteps rove;
From my foes He sets me free,
He is all in all to me.

"He has washed me in His blood,
Saved me from the wrath of God;
Clothed me in the glorious dress,
Of His spotless righteousness:
And in glory I shall shine,
With His lustre all divine."

THE LAMB OF GOD.

"Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed." -1 Peter ii. 24.

JESUS, thou spotless Lamb,

My sins on thee were laid;

With fearful weight they crushed and bowed Thy self-devoted head.

They caused Thy bloody sweat,

In dread Gethsemane;

And forced the cry "My God, my God,

Hast Thou forsaken me?"

The fountain of Thy blood,

Has washed my guilt away;
And Thy blest robe of righteousness
Is now my bright array.

Ciothed in this glorious dress,

The Father looks with love;

In this poor heart Thy Spirit dwellsThat bright celestial dove.

Unspotted may I keep

This robe from sin's dark stain;

Living to righteousness alone,

As dead, yet risen again.

Still longing for the day,

Saviour, when Thou shalt come,
And take Thy bride, Thy purchased one,

To her eternal home.

THE SHEPHERD.

"And when He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before thern, and the sheep follow Him: for they know His voice."-John x. 4.

JESUS, keep us near to Thee,

Ever dwelling at Thy side,

Teach us Saviour how to be,
Quiet, happy, satisfied.

May we never wish to roam,
From our Shepherd's peaceful home.

We are foolish, silly sheep,

Far from Thee we often stray;

Bitter, painful fruits we reap,

When we leave the narrow way.

But whene'er we lose the track,
Thou dost gently bring us back.

Saviour let us learn of Thee,

Meekly bearing every cross,

Leaving all to follow Thee,

Counting all things else but dross,
Till we dwell with Thee above,

In the fullness of Thy love.

THE DAILY PORTION.

"As thy days, so shall thy strength be."-Deut. xxxiii. 25.

WHEN the deep waves of trouble roll

In heaving billows o'er thy soul,
And no bright ray of hope appears,

To soothe thy heart, and calm thy fears;
Then in this word thy anchor see,

"E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be."

When all the future seems to wear
A garb of gloomy doubt and care;
When dark aud cloudy to thy view,
Appears the path thou must pursue;
Still let the promise comfort thee,
"E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be."

When at the dawn of opening day,
Thy fearful soul, with sad dismay,
Views her own feebleness, and feels
The crowd of care that round her steals;
Still trust thy Father's firm decree,

"E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be."

And if around thy aged head,

Time shall its snowy honours shed;
When dim the eye, and faint the voice,
Yet in thy Saviour's love rejoice;
So shall thy spirit pass away

To realms of bright unclouded day.