11 FEBRUARY 1888, Page 15

POETRY.

DEAR SOU of God, not all unknown To those who hourly seek thy throne,

Oh, make us more and more thine own, Even as we pray : Help us the battle to begin Against the dull, besetting sin, And foothold in the fight to win From day to day.

To those whose thought has dared to rise Straight to the presence of His eyes, No grace, for thee, our God denies, In that we love !

Even as-we halt and stumble still, Though loving good, and hating ill, So strong in wish, so weak in will,— Thou art above.

0 God to us—and even to those Who hold themselves thy greatest foes,

The likest God that ever rose 'Mid sons of men,—

Be with us when we fail and fall, Thou who nor fell or failed at all ; Nor, for the sin's sake, when we call, Leave us again !