ON TRUE WORSHIP .

The patriarch worshipp'd leaning on his staff!
And well, methinks, it were, if such our creed
That we; in every hour of truest need,
From the same hidden fount could inly quaff:
We trust in outward aids too much by half!
Could we within on " living bread " but feed,
And drink of living streams, our souls would heed
All hindering helps but as the husk and chaff.
Then every day were holy! every hour
Each heart's true homage might ascend on high,
Ascribing to the Eternal Majesty,
And to the Lamb, thanksgiving, glory, power,
Now and for ever! till the ample dower
Of earth's full praise with that of heaven should vie.