‘“’Tis a heaven below My Redeemer to know; And the anzeals can do nothing more Than to fall at His feet, And the story repeat, A~d the lover of einners adore. ‘‘Jesus all the day long . Is my joy and song; . that all to this refuge might fly He hath loved me, indeed, He did :uffer and bleed To rede 2m such a rebel as L. “On th: wings of His love, I am c«rried above Ail my sin, and temptation, and pain, 0, that all wou!d believe, And by sin never grieve, And thas cause Him to suffer again.” Jister Abbott was a well-behiaved, con- sistent, good christian young lady. She loft a Lrother who always hclped her, 2 cister, a grand uncle, two auats, apd al-