Set apart for Jesus! Is not this enough, Though the desert prospect, Open wild and rough? Set apart for His delight, Chosen for His holy pleasure, Sealed to be His special treasure! Could we choose a nobler joy?--and would we if we might? Set apart to serve Him, Ministers of light, Standing in His presence, Ready day or night! Chosen for His service blest He would have us always willing Like the angel-hosts fulfilling Swiftly and rejoicingly each recognized behest. Set apart to praise Him, Set apart for this! Have the blessed angels Any truer bliss? Soft the prelude, though so clear; Isolated tones are trembling, But the chosen choir, assembling, Soon shall sing together, while the universe shall hear. Set apart to love Him, And His love to know! Not to waste affection On a passing show. Called to give Him life and heart, Called to pour the hidden treasure, That none other claims to measure, Into His beloved hand! thrice-blessèd 'set apart!' Set apart for ever For Himself alone! Now we see our calling Gloriously shown! Owning, with no secret dread, This our holy separation, Now the crown of consecration Of the Lord our God shall rest upon our willing head! --_Frances Ridley Havergal._ THE USEFUL LIFE. =Psychê mou, psychê mou, Anasta, ti katheudeis.= OLD GREEK HYMN. Go labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? Go labor on; 'tis not for nought; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises, what are men? Go labor on; enough, while here, If He shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; No toil for Him shall be in vain. Go labor on; your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek, Is near,--a kingdom and a crown! Go labor on, while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away: It is not thus that souls are won. Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide, The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray; Be wise, the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, behold I come! --_Horatius Bonar._ HYMN.