“’This is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.  He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God, hath not life.’ 1 John 5:11, 12.  Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.’ 2 Cor. 9:15.

“’Truly my soul waiteth upon God; from him cometh my salvation.  He is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.  My soul, wait thou only upon God, for my expectation is from him:  he only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be moved.  In God is my salvation and my glory:  the rock of my strength, and my refuge is in God.’  Psa. 62:1-7.”

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REST.

“’Thus the heavens and the earth were finished:  and on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made, and he rested the seventh day from all his work which he had made; and God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it, because that in it he had rested from all his work that he had created and made.’  Genesis 2:1-3.

“’And Moses said, To-morrow is the rest of the holy Sabbath unto the Lord.  So the people rested on the seventh day.’  Exodus 16:23, 30.

“’And the women followed after, and beheld the sepulchre, and how his body was laid.  And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the Sabbath day according to the commandment.’  Luke 23:55, 56.

“Christ rested in the tomb of Joseph the last Sabbath under the law; but the evening and the morning were the first day.  On that morning he closed his work of humiliation, manifested his victory over death—­the curse denounced—­by rising from the tomb, and rested on the first day of the week from all his humiliation work; his death, burial, and rest in the grave on the seventh day being the last part of that work.”

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“My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days: 
Why is this feeble life preserved,
But to repeat thy praise?

“Thine arms of everlasting love
Do this weak frame sustain,
While life is hovering o’er the grave,
And nature sinks with pain.

“Thou, when the pains of death assail,
Wilt chase the fears of hell,
And teach my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.

“Calmly I’ll lay my fainting head
On thy dear faithful breast: 
Pleased to obey my Father’s call
To his eternal rest.

“Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Do I my soul resign,
In firm dependence on that truth
That made salvation mine.”

THE INWARD WARFARE.

“Strange and mysterious is my life;
What opposites I feel within: 
A stable peace, a constant strife,
The rule of grace, the power of sin. 
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my Head.

“I prize the privilege of prayer;
But O, what backwardness to pray: 
Though on the Lord I cast my care,
I feel its burden every day. 
I seek his will in all I do,
Yet find my own is working too.