The Spirit in our hearts will dwell,
And make them good and pure ;
And give us perfect righteousness,
Which ever shall endure.

Give us, O God, for Jesus' sake,
And by the Spirit's powers,
Religion, calm and pure like this,
To be for ever ours.

ENOCH.

In ancient days, before the flood,
On earth a sacred prophet dwelt,
Who was so pure, and wise, and good,
His heart a perfect gladness felt.

He knew that God was ever nigh,

And that in Him he liv'd and mov'd;

And though he saw not with his eye,

His heart God's presence own'd and lov'd.

For this undoubting faithfulness

To him a great reward was given;

He never died, but full of bliss

God took him up to dwell in heaven.

Almighty God is round us now,

And gives us every breath we draw ; He hears us when we make a vow,

And sees who strive to keep His law.

If we but give our hearts to Him,

And love Him as we ought to do, Each one of us His child He'll name, And take at death to heaven too.

L.M.

They mock'd Him, scourg'd and spit upon-
Dress'd in a robe, smote with a rod;
They pierc'd Him with a thorny crown;
And yet He was the Son of God.