"THE PLACE OF THE KING."

A SCOTCH IIYJIX. It's a bonnie, bonnie wavl' that we're livin' in the nco, An' sunny is thelaV.veafton traivel tbroo ; But in Viiiu w(j look for something to which oor herts can cling, For its beauty i 3 as naething to the palace o' the King. We like the gilded, simmer, wi' its merry, merry tread, An' we sigh when hoary winter lays its beauties wi' the dead ; For though bonnio are the snaw-flakes, an' the down on Winter's wing, It's fine to keu it daurna touch the palace o' the King. Then, again, I've juist been thinkin' that when a'thing hen'o s.:e bvicht, The sun in a' its grandeur, an' the muue wi' quiverih' licht, The ocean i' the simmer, or the woodland i' the spring, What maun it be up yonner i' the palace o' the King. It's here we hae oor trials, an' it's here that He prepares A' his chosen for the raiment which the ransomed sinner wears ; An' it's here that He wad hear us 'mid oor tribulations sing. " We'll trust dor God wha reigneth i' the palace o' the King." Though his palace isixp yonner, He has kingdoms here below; An' ' ' we" are his ambassadors, wherever we may go; We've a message to deliver, an 7 we've lost anes hame to living, To be leal and loyal-heviei i 7 the palace o 7 the King. Gh ! it's honor heaped on honor that His courtiers should be ta'eu Frae the wand'rin' anes He died for i' this warl' o' sin an' pnin, An' its fu'est love an' service that the Christian !\ya should bring To the feet o' Him wha reigneth i' the palace o' the King. The timo for sawia' seed, it is wearin', wcarin' dune ; An' the timo for wiimin' souls will be owre vena sune, Then let us a' be active, if a fruitfu' sheaf we'd bring To adorn the royal tablo i' the palace o' the King. An' lat us trust Him better than we've ever dune afore, For the King will feed his servants frao his ever bounteous store ; Lat us keep a closer grip o' Him, for time is on the wirg. An' sunn he 11 come and tak' us tae the palace o' the King. 