peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;
Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.

200. S. M. Johns.

Thou Must Be Born Again.

1 Thou must be born again!
Such was the solemn word
To him who came, not all in vain,
By night to seek his Lord.

2 Thou must be born again!
But not the birth of clay;
The immortal seed must thence obtain
Deliverance into day.

3 Thou, in thy inmost mind,
Must own the same control;
The same regenerating wind
Must move and guide thy soul.

4 Thou canst not choose but trace
The steps the Master trod,
If once thou feel his truth and grace,
A conscious child of God.

5 The mortal's birth is past;
The immortal's birth must be;
Seek well and thou shalt find at last
That blest nativity.

201. 7s. M. *John Taylor.

A Penitential Hymn.

1 God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
Listen to Thy suppliant ones,
Thou, to whom all grace belongs!

2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;--

3 Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain;--

4 These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own;
Humbled at Thy feet we bow,
Seeking strength from Thee alone.

5 God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
O, restore Thy suppliant ones,
Thou to whom all grace belongs!

202. 10s. M. Anonymous.

The Broken Shield.

1 O, send me not away! for I would drink,
Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;
Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,
Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.

2 Went I not forth undaunted and alone,
Strong in the majesty of human might?
Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,