A new creation here begins to rise; Fruits of the Spirit, flowers of Paradise, Watered from heaven, in full and sure supplies, By streams of grace. Towards this blest spot the Spirit bends his ear, The fervent prayer, the contrite sigh to hear; To bid the mourner banish every fear, And go in peace. Here may the comfortless and weary find One who can cure the sickness of the mind; One who delights the broken heart to bind-- The Prince of Peace. Saviour! the sinner’s friend, our hope, our all! Here teach us humbly at thy feet to fall; Here on thy name, with love and faith to call For pardoning grace. Ne’er let the glory from this spot remove, Till, numbered with thy ransomed flock above, We cease to want, but never cease to love The throne of grace. Tuesday Morning. “Let us run with patience the race that is set before us.” --HEB. xii. 1. Immortal spirit! wake, arise! Think of thy home beyond the skies; Think of the work thou hast to do; Think of the heavenly prize in view. Shall thy poor tenement of clay Curtail thy flight, obstruct thy way? And shall the free and heaven-born soul Yield to the body’s base control? Oh, thoughtless slumberer, wake, arise! To God, to heaven, lift up thine eyes; Eternity’s vast ocean see, And but a step ’twixt it and thee. A clear, unerring chart is given To guide the traveller’s feet to heaven; With humble heart there seek thy way-- None led by that can go astray. It will point out a holy path, Of self-denial, love, and faith; But strait and arduous though it be, My God, it leads to heaven and thee. Saviour! for mine this path I take, Through thee alone the choice I make; Nor one step onward can I go, Till thou both will and power bestow. To thee I now commit my way, My wants, my dangers, through the day,-- Wilt thou my every want supply, And be in every danger nigh? Oh, let thy smile my solace be! ’Tis more than ought in life to me; Permit me not to slight thy grace, Or cause thee once to hide thy face. That blessed Spirit’s aid impart, Who can transform and cleanse my heart; Make the polluted fountain clear, Whose streams in words and acts appear. Teach me this day to keep in view The prize thy followers should pursue; To adorn thy doctrine, and to shed Fragrance and light where’er I tread. Saviour! I give myself to thee; My strength, my light, my guardian be: My earthly days thus let me spend, Till time, and life, and warfare end. [Illustration] Tuesday Evening. “Now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.” --ROM. xiii. 11.