heads." "And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle,
neither light of the sun, for the Lord God giveth them light, and they
shall reign for ever and ever."

"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.

"While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."

* * * * *

"Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

"Just as I am--Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!"

* * * * *

"Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

"Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away!
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

"I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me."

Upon these promises of help, comfort, warning, encouragement, and
consolation, she has many times rested her wearied body after returning
from her day's trudging and toil, and under these she has slept
peacefully as in the arms of death, ready to answer the Master's summons,
and to meet with her dear little boy who has crossed the river, when He
shall say, "It is enough; come up hither," and "sit on My throne."
Although she is a big, powerful woman, and has been more so in years that
are past, when any one begins to talk about Heaven and the happiness and
joy in reserve for those who have a hope of meeting with loved ones
again, when the cares and anxieties of life are ended, it is not long
before they see big, scalding, briny tears rolling down her dark,
Gipsy-coloured face, and she will frequently edge in words during the
conversation about her "Dear Saviour" an