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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Abide with me Lyte. 89 
 
 Alone with Thee, my God Anonymous. 187 
 
 Another hand is beckoning Whittier. 1 98 
 
 Approved in Christ 186 
 
 Are you tired of laboring? 19 
 
 Bathed in the shoreless ocean of God's love E. N. 190 
 
 Be still, my heart, these anxious cares Nezvton. 60 
 
 Be thou content 152 
 
 Birds have their quiet nests 203 
 
 Breast the wave. Christian 36 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 210 
 
 Chamber of sickness! much to thee I owe 29 
 
 Come while the blossoms of thy years.. W. G. Clarke. 31 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul Steele. 40 
 
 Father Almighty and Fountain of Light J. J. G. 32 
 
 Father, I know that all my life A. L. Waring, 223 
 
 Finish thy work 127 
 
 Flow on. Thou Fountain of my joy...,y^. L. Waring. 20S 
 
 For what shall I praise Thee R. G. 68 
 
 3 
 
4 INDEX OF FIRST FINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears Gerhardt. 26 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way Cowper. 63 
 
 Go not far from me, O my Strength....^. L. Waring. 64 
 
 Go, take the wings of morn Montgomery. 44 
 
 He hath spoken in the darkness F. R. Havergal. 9 
 
 He is the freeman whom the truth makes {xtQ..Coivper. 82 
 
 He sitteth o'er the water-tioods 70 
 
 How bless'd is the child of the Lord y. J. G. 139 
 
 How often, forgetting the crown J. Crewdson. 58 
 
 How weary and how worthless this life 205 
 
 I am old and blind Elizabeth Lloyd Howell. 226 
 
 I have been to a land, a Border Land Z. N. R. 55 
 
 I lay my sins on Jesus H. Bonar. 27 
 
 I'm kneeling at the threshold Guthrie, ill 
 
 In days of trouble and of care 160 
 
 In the mid silence of the voiceless night 94 
 
 I shine in the light of God 234 
 
 I thought that I was strong, Lord 170 
 
 It is not when the parting breath A. C. Ilozdand. 124 
 
 It was a time of sadness 148 
 
 I venerate the man whose heart is warm Cowper. 30 
 
 I was a wandering sheep 182 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be Gregg. 61 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken Lyte. 76 
 
 Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee Wesley. 128 
 
 Jesus, my strength, my hope Gtirne/s Hymns. 17 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 5 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea C. Elliott. 189 
 
 Know well, my soul, God's hand controls... Whi flier. 85 
 
 Laid to thy rest amid the mighty mountains R. P. 158 
 
 Let deepest silence all around y. y. G. 34 
 
 Loving and faith ful Elizabeth Lloyd Howell. 1 43 
 
 My God, my Father, while I stray C. Elliott. 97 
 
 My God, whose gracious pity I may claim 87 
 
 My heart is resting A. L. Waring. 13 
 
 My Saviour, on Thy word of truth A. L. Waring. 220 
 
 Not here ! not here ! not where the sparkling 214 
 
 Oh, cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint 166 
 
 Oh for a closer walk with God Cozvper. 102 
 
 Oh for a heart to praise the Lord Wesley. 104 
 
 Oh for the peace that floweth as a river., y. Crewdson. 38 
 
 Oh I know the Hand that is guiding me. y. Crewdson. 93 
 
 Oh the things of time 72 
 
 Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 
 
 William Knox. 173 
 
 One by one the sands are flowing A. A. Procter. 90 
 
 One less is left to love us here D. Mendenhall. 230 
 
 One long, long day of toil 215 
 
 One quiet eve in years gone by 162 
 
 One sweetly solemn ihoxx^i. .Songs of Grace attd Glory . 196 
 
 One touch from Thee Jane Crewdson. 92 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows .... 113 
 
 O Thou whose gently chastening hand 222 
 
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6 INDEX OF FIRST I INKS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Pilgrim of earth, who art journeying 184 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Montgomery. 115 
 
 Press forward and fear not 95 
 
 Rejoice, my fellow-pilgrim 83 
 
 Rock of Ages Toplady. 10 J 
 
 Saviour, in this my day of pressing need 120 
 
 Say, is your lamp burning, my brother "i.. Anonymous. 228 
 
 Servant of God, well done Montgomery. 24 
 
 Soon and for ever the breaking of day..y. S. Monsell. 37 
 
 Source of my life's refreshing springs..^. L. Waring. 134 
 
 Sow ye beside all waters 105 
 
 Teach me Thy lessons, Lord II 
 
 Tell me not in mournful numbers Longfellow. 107 
 
 Thanksgiving and the voice of melody..//. L. Waring. 168 
 
 The night was dark A. Alatlack. 135 
 
 There's l>eauty all around our paths Hemans. 217 
 
 The weary, wayworn traveller 48 
 
 Thine is a grief the depths of which ....Whittier. 156 
 
 This cannot be the rightful path 117 
 
 This is the hour Barry Corjiwall Wilson. 41 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave Heber. 42 
 
 Thou knowest. Lord, the weariness 141 
 
 Three long days of desert sunshine 79 
 
 Thy w^ays, O Lord, with wise design 197 
 
 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus 22 
 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope Cowper. 201 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 7 
 
 PAGE 
 
 To weary hearts and mourning homes WJiittier. 133 
 
 Trustingly, trustingly 178 
 
 Under the shadow of Thy wings, my Father 74 
 
 We will not weep, we will not sigh Anonyjnoiis. 98 
 
 We would see Jesus E.N. C. 109 
 
 Whatever passes as a cloud between 126 
 
 *' What is it ?" asked a youth 194 
 
 What of the night, watchman? 180 
 
 What poor despised company 99 
 
 What then? J. Crewdson. 236 
 
 When first thy eyes unveil Henry Vaughan. 176 
 
 When languor and disease invade Toplady. 122 
 
 When the fields were white with harvest. 
 
 Hannah Lloyd Neale. 50 
 
 Who shall tell our untold need F. R. Havergal. 130 
 
 Why those fears ? Behold, 'tis Jesus T. K. 192 
 
 Yes, Thou shalt guide me 212 
 
The Garland. 
 
 HE HATH SPOKEN. 
 
 " What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light." 
 Matt. x. 27. 
 
 HE hath spoken in the darkness, 
 In the silence of the night — 
 Spoken sweetly of the Father, 
 
 Words of life and love and light. 
 Floating through the sombre stillness 
 
 Came the loved and loving Voice, 
 Speaking peace and solemn gladness. 
 
 That His children might rejoice. 
 What He tells thee in the darkness, 
 " Songs He giveth in the night," 
 Rise and speak it in the morning. 
 
 Rise and sing them in the light. 
 
 He hath spoken in the darkness, 
 In the silence of thy grief, 
 
lO HE HATH SPOKEN. 
 
 Sympathy so deep and tender, 
 
 Mighty for thy heart-relief; 
 Speaking in thy night of sorrow 
 
 Words of comfort and of cahn, 
 Gently on thy wounded spirit 
 
 Pouring true and healing balm. 
 What He tells thee in the darkness, 
 
 Weary watcher for the day, 
 Grateful lip and life should utter 
 
 When the shadows flee away. 
 
 He is speaking in the darkness, 
 
 Though thou canst not see His face, 
 More than angels ever needed — 
 
 Mercy, pardon, love and grace ; 
 Speaking of the many mansions. 
 
 Where in safe and holy rest 
 Thou shalt be with Him for ever. 
 
 Perfectly and always blest. 
 What He tells thee in the darkness. 
 
 Whispers through Time's lonely night, 
 Thou shalt speak in glorious praises 
 
 In the everlasting light. 
 
TEACH ME THY LESSONS, LORD. I 
 
 TEACH ME THY LESSONS, LORD. 
 
 " We know that all things work together for good to them 
 that love God." 
 
 TEACH me Thy lessons, Lord, in Thine own 
 way, 
 
 From day to day ; 
 The changings and the turnings in my lot 
 Are not forgot ; 
 
 And though the winding path be hid from me. 
 
 Yet Thou canst see ; 
 Thou know' St each stone, each thorn, upon the 
 road, 
 
 Thou know' St the load ; 
 If 'tis too heavy, Thou wilt bear a part 
 
 Upon Thy heart. 
 
 Sometimes the sunshine on my path is seen. 
 
 And all is green : 
 Will it last long ? I may not seek to see ; 
 
 'Tis known to Thee. 
 
12 TEACH ME THY LESSONS, LORD. 
 
 Sometimes a river dark and wide appears, 
 
 And wakes my fears ; 
 And oft I linger weeping on the brink, 
 
 Dreading to sink ; 
 
 But then thy voice sounds gently at my side : 
 
 ''Fear not the tide : 
 Though deep the waters run, far off the shore, 
 I'll bear thee o'er." 
 
 No longer, then, I'll yield to doubt and sin, 
 
 But will step in : 
 Though wide the flood, yet wider is Thy love. 
 
 Which oft I prove ; 
 Though it be deejD, Thine arms are still beneath 
 
 To save from death. 
 
 Thus let me journey on with trustful mind. 
 
 Leaving behind 
 The wondrous labyrinth through which I've gone, 
 
 But not alone. 
 
 The rocks and briers I thought it hard to meet. 
 
 Wounding my feet ; 
 The burning plain, where not a shadow lay 
 
 To break the way ; 
 
 The dark bewildering forest, where no light 
 Could pierce the night ; 
 
A/V HEART IS RESTING. 1 3 
 
 And that green vale, where flowers covered fair 
 
 The hidden snare, — 
 Through all Thou leddest me, wilful and weak, 
 
 And oft didst seek, 
 And bring Thy wandering child, so prone to stray, 
 
 Back to the way. 
 Then teach and lead me. Lord, in Thine own way. 
 
 From day to day — 
 
 In thine own way, through all my wanderings 
 here, 
 
 So Thou be near — 
 In Thine own way, to my dear home above 
 
 Of perfect love. 
 
 MY HEART IS RESTING. 
 
 The Lord is my portion, saith my soul ; therefore will I 
 hope in Him." Lam. iii. 24. 
 
 MY heart is resting, O my God ! 
 I will give thanks and sing ; 
 My heart is at the secret source 
 Of every precious thing. 
 
 2 
 
^ MV HEART IS RESTING. 
 
 Now the frail vessel Thou hast made 
 No hand but Thine shall fill, 
 
 For the waters of the earth have failed, 
 And I am thirsty still. 
 
 I thirst for springs of heavenly life. 
 
 And here all day they rise ; 
 I seek the treasure of Thy love, 
 
 And close at hand it lies. 
 And a new song is in my mouth 
 
 To long-loved music set — 
 Glory to Thee for all the grace 
 
 I have not tasted yet ; 
 
 Glory to Thee for strength withheld, 
 
 For want and weakness known. 
 And the fear that sends me to Thy breast 
 
 For what is most my own. 
 I have a heritage of joy 
 
 That yet I must not see ; 
 But the Hand that bled to make it mine 
 
 Is keeping it for me. 
 
 There is a certainty of love 
 That sets my heart at rest — 
 
 A calm assurance for to-day 
 That to be poor is best ; 
 
A/V HEART IS RESTING. 1 5 
 
 K prayer reposing on His truth 
 
 Who hath made all things mine, 
 That draws my captive will to Him, 
 And makes it one with Thine. 
 
 I will give thanks for suffering now, 
 
 For want and toil and loss — 
 For the death that sin makes hard and slow, 
 
 Upon my Saviour's cross — 
 Thanks for the little spring of love 
 
 That gives me strength to say, 
 If they will leave me part in Him, 
 Let all things pass away. 
 
 Sometimes I long for promised bliss, 
 
 But it will not come too late — 
 And the songs of patient spirits rise 
 
 From the place wherein I wait ; 
 While in the faith that makes no haste, 
 
 My soul has time to see 
 A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, 
 
 In fellowship with me. 
 
 There is a multitude around 
 
 Responsive to my prayer ; 
 I hear the voice of my desire 
 
 Resounding everywhere. 
 
1 6 MY HEART IS RESTING. 
 
 But the earnest of eternal joy, 
 
 In every prayer I trace ; 
 I see the glory of the'Lord 
 
 On every chastened face. 
 
 How oft, in still communion known, 
 
 Those spirits have been sent 
 To share the travail of my soul, 
 
 Or show me what it meant ! 
 And I long to do some work of love 
 
 No spoiling hand could touch, 
 For the poor and suffering of Thy flock 
 • Who comfort me so much. 
 
 But the yearning thought is mingled now 
 
 With the thankful song I sing; 
 For Thy people know the secret source 
 
 Of every precious thing. 
 The heart that ministers for Thee 
 
 In Thy own work will rest ; 
 And the subject spirit of a child 
 
 Can serve Thy children best. 
 
 Mine be the reverent, listening love 
 
 That waits all day on Thee, 
 With the service of a watchful heart 
 
 Which no one else can see — 
 
PRAYER FOR CHRISTIAN GRACES. 1 7 
 
 The faith that, in a hidden way- 
 No other eye may know, 
 
 Finds all its daily work prepared. 
 And loves to have it so. 
 
 My heart is resting, O my God. 
 My heart is in Thy care — 
 
 I hear the voice of joy and health 
 Resoiniding everywhere. 
 ''Thou art my portion," saith my soul, 
 Ten thousand voices say, - 
 
 And the music of their glad Amen 
 Will never die away. 
 
 PRAYER FOR CHRISTIAN GRACES. 
 
 JESUS, my strength, my hope, 
 On Thee I cast my care. 
 With humble confidence look up. 
 
 And know Thou hearest my prayer. 
 Give me on Thee to wait. 
 
 Till I can all things do — 
 On Thee, almighty to create, 
 Almighty to renew. 
 2 * B 
 
8 PRAYER FOR CHRISTIAN GRACES. 
 
 I want a sober mind, . 
 
 A self-renouncing will, 
 That tramples down and casts behind 
 
 The baits of pleasing ill ; 
 A soul inured to pain, 
 
 To hardships, grief, and loss, 
 Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 
 
 The consecrated cross. 
 
 I want a godly fear, 
 
 A quick discerning eye. 
 That looks to Thee when sin is near, 
 
 And sees the tempter fliy ; 
 A spirit still prepared. 
 
 And armed with jealous care. 
 For ever standing on its guard. 
 
 And watching unto prayer. 
 
 I want a heart to pray, 
 
 To pray and never cease. 
 Never to murmur at Thy stay. 
 
 Nor wish my sufferings less. 
 This blessing above all. 
 
 Always to pray, I want. 
 Out of the depth on Thee to call, 
 
 And never, never faint. 
 
ARE YOU TIRED? I9 
 
 I want a true regard, 
 
 A single steady aim, 
 Unmoved by threatening or reward, 
 
 To Thee and Thy great name : 
 A jealous, just concern 
 
 For Thine immortal praise ; 
 A pure desire that all may learn 
 
 And glorify Thy grace. 
 
 I rest upon Thy word, 
 
 Thy promise is for me ; 
 My succor and salvation. Lord, 
 
 Shall surely come from Thee : 
 But let me still abide, 
 
 Nor from my hope remove, 
 Till Thou my patient spirit guide 
 
 Into Thy perfect love. 
 
 ARE YOU TIRED? 
 
 Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy-laden, 
 and I will give you rest." — Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 ARE you tired of laboring, servant of Christ? 
 Do you wish that the work were done ? 
 Are you weary beneath the heavy load. 
 And faint in the mid-day sun ? 
 
20 ARE YOU TIRED? 
 
 Are you tired of laboring so oft in vain 
 
 For the souls you seek to win ? 
 Is the harvest white ? Are the laborers few ? 
 
 Is your spirit worn within ? 
 
 Are you tired of daily eating cares, 
 
 Traveller on life's long way? 
 Of the daily cup, and the daily cross, 
 
 Which return with each opening day? 
 Of the vexing thoughts which dimly hover 
 
 Over your sleeping brain. 
 Which muster with the morning's light 
 
 A long bewildering train ? 
 
 Are you tired of pain, poor suffering one ? 
 
 Are you weary both day and night ? 
 Have the hopes of health oft hovered in view. 
 
 But to vanish again out of sight ? 
 Poor prisoner of feebleness and pain. 
 
 Inactive without repose. 
 Do you long to break from this perishing shell. 
 
 Your suffering day to close ? 
 
 Are you tired, poor wandering, restless soul, 
 Of this world and its ceaseless strife ? 
 
 Have you worshipped its idols and found them 
 clay? 
 Say, are you tired of life ? 
 
ARE YOU TIRED? 21 
 
 Have you tasted the bitter, bitter grief, 
 
 When hope's bright sun is set? 
 Is your life's past scene but a tear-stained map 
 
 Of weariness and regret ? 
 
 There's One who wept to dry your tears. 
 
 Who was tired to give you rest : 
 There's One who suffered to heal your woes, 
 
 All ye with grief opprest : 
 There's One who was poor to make you rich — 
 
 Was wounded to make you whole. 
 Who fought that you might the battle win, 
 
 Who bled to cleanse your soul. 
 
 There's One who died that you might live. 
 
 Who put on this mortal clay. 
 To clothe you in robes of righteousness, 
 
 And a body without decay : 
 Then come to Jesus, for He it is 
 
 Who suffer' d thus and died — 
 Yes, come unto Him, and you shall live 
 
 At the feet of the Crucified. 
 
 Yes, come to Jesus, ye tired ones, 
 
 Of labor, and pain, and grief. 
 And lay on Jesus your heavy load, 
 
 And you shall find relief: 
 
22 SERVING THE LORD. 
 
 Yes, you shall find a holy calm — 
 
 For your weary spirit rest, 
 And a glimpse of the light that shines above 
 
 In the mansions of the blest. 
 
 SERVING THE LORD. 
 
 "T^IS sweet to work for Jesus 
 
 A In this life's little day ; 
 To spread around ''the joyful sound," 
 
 As those forgiven may ; 
 To tell His loving kindness, 
 
 His promises so true ; 
 To urge the young, that they may come, 
 
 And trust this Saviour too. 
 
 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus, 
 
 For Him who loved, and gave 
 Himself for us, an offering thus 
 
 Our ruined souls to save. 
 Glad service we would render 
 
 For grace so rich and free ; 
 Yet, Lord ! we mourn that we have borne 
 
 So little fruit to Thee. 
 
SERVING THE LORD. 23 
 
 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus, — 
 
 Be this our one desire, 
 Our purpose still, to do His will. 
 
 Whatever He require. 
 No action is too lowly, 
 
 No work of love too small ; 
 If Christ but lead, we may indeed 
 
 Well follow such a call. 
 
 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus, 
 
 While our weak spirits rest 
 In His own care, safe sheltered there, 
 
 And with His presence blest. 
 In such calm happy moments, 
 
 No greater joy we know ; 
 Redeemed from sin, we live for Him 
 
 To whom our all we owe. 
 
 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus, 
 
 Oh ! weary not of this. 
 But onward press with cheerfulness. 
 
 Though rough the pathway is. 
 Hold on unmoved and patient. 
 
 Till He shall call thee home. 
 With joy to stand at God's right hand, 
 
 To serve before the throne. 
 
24 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER, 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. 
 
 Occasioned by the sudden death of 
 
 SERVANT of God ! well done, 
 Rest from thy loved employ ; 
 The battle fought, the victory won, 
 
 Enter thy Master's joy." 
 The voice at midnight came ; 
 
 He started up to hear ; 
 A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 
 He fell, — but felt no fear. 
 
 Tranquil amidst alarms, 
 
 It found him in the field, 
 A veteran slumbering on his arms. 
 
 Beneath his red-cross shield ; 
 His sword was in his hand. 
 
 Still warm with recent fight, 
 Ready that moment at command 
 
 Through rock and steel to smite. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. 2$ 
 
 It was a two-edged blade, 
 
 Of heavenly temper keen ; 
 And double were the wounds it made, 
 
 Where'er it smote between : 
 'Twas death to sin ; — 'twas life 
 
 To all that mourned for sin ; 
 It kindled and it silenced strife. 
 
 Made war and peace within. 
 
 Oft with its fiery force 
 
 His arm had quelled the foe, 
 And laid resistless in his course 
 
 The alien armies low : 
 Bent on such glorious toils, 
 
 The world to him was loss ; 
 Yet all his trophies, all his spoils, 
 
 He hung upon the cross. 
 
 At midnight came the cry, 
 
 " To meet thy God prepare !" 
 He woke, and caught his Captain's eye ; 
 
 Then, strong in faith and prayer, 
 His spirit with a bound 
 
 Burst its encumbering clay ; 
 His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
 
 A beauteous ruin lay. "^ 
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26 GIVE TO THE WINDS THY EEARS. 
 
 The pains of death are past, 
 
 Labor and sorrow cease, 
 And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
 
 His soul is found in peace. 
 Soldier of Christ ! well done \ 
 
 Praise be thy new employ ; 
 And while eternal ages run. 
 
 Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 
 
 GIVE TO THE WINDS THY FEARS. 
 
 Isaiah xxvi. 4. 
 
 GIVE to the winds thy fears, 
 Hope, and be undismayed ; 
 God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, 
 God shall lift up thy head. 
 
 Through waves, through clouds and storms. 
 
 He gently clears thy way ; 
 Wait thou His time ; so shall the night 
 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 Still heavy is thy heart ? 
 
 Still sink thy spirits down ? 
 Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 
 
 And every care be gone. 
 
/ LAV MY SINS ON JESUS, 2/ 
 
 What though thou rulest not? 
 
 Yet heaven, and earth, and hell 
 Proclaim God sitteth on the throne, 
 
 And ruleth all things well. 
 
 Leave to His sovereign sway 
 • To choose and to command ; 
 So shalt thou wondering own His way- 
 How wise, how strong His hand ! 
 
 Far, far above thy thought. 
 
 His counsel shall appear, 
 When fully He the work hath wrought, 
 
 That caused thv needless fear. 
 
 I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS. 
 
 COLOSSIANS i. I( 
 
 1LAY my sins on Jesus, 
 The spotless Lamb of God ; 
 He bears them all, and frees us 
 
 From the accursed load. 
 I bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 White in his blood most precious, 
 Till not a spot remains. 
 
28 I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS. 
 
 I lay my wants on Jesus ; 
 
 All fulness dwells in Him ; 
 He heals all my diseases, 
 
 He doth my soul redeem. 
 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
 
 My burdens and my cares ; 
 He from them all releases. 
 
 He all my sorrows shares. 
 
 I rest my soul on Jesus, — 
 
 This weary soul of mine ; 
 His right hand me embraces, 
 
 I on his breast recline. 
 I love the name of Jesus, 
 
 Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; 
 Like fragrance on the breezes. 
 
 His name abroad is poured. 
 
 I long to be like Jesus, 
 
 Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
 I long to be like Jesus, 
 
 The Father's holy child. 
 I long to be with Jesus, 
 
 Amid the heavenly throng. 
 To sing with saints His praises, 
 
 To learn the angels' song. 
 
THE CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. 29 
 
 THE CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. 
 
 CHAMBER of sickness ! much to thee I owe, 
 Though dark thou be ; 
 The lessons it imports me most to know 
 
 I owe to thee ; 
 A sacred seminary thou hast been, 
 I trust, to train me to a happier scene. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! suffering and alone, 
 
 My friends withdrawn. 
 The blessed beams of heavenly truth have shone 
 
 On me forlorn 
 With such a hallowed vividness and power 
 As ne'er was granted to a brighter hour. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! 'midst thy silence oft 
 
 A voice is heard ; 
 Which, though it falls like dew on flowers so soft, 
 
 Yet speaks each word 
 Into the aching heart's unseen recess, 
 With power no earthly accents could possess. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! In that bright abode 
 Where there is no more pain. 
 
30 / VENERATE THE MAN. 
 
 If, through the merits of my Saviour God 
 
 A seat I gain, 
 This theme shall tune my golden harp's soft lays, 
 That in thy shelter passed so many days. 
 
 I VENERATE THE MAN. 
 
 1 VENERATE the man whose heart is warm, 
 Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and 
 whose life, 
 Coincident, exhibit lucid proof 
 That he is honest in the sacred cause. 
 To such I render more than mere respect, 
 Whose actions say that they respect themselves. 
 * * * * * 
 
 Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, 
 Were he on earth, would hear, approve and 
 
 own, 
 Paul should himself direct me. I would trace 
 His master-strokes, and draw from his design. 
 I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; 
 In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain. 
 And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, 
 And natural in gesture ; much impressed 
 
THE Y THA T SEEK ME. 3 1 
 
 Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, 
 And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds 
 May feel it too ; affectionate in look, 
 And tender in address, as well becomes 
 A messenger of grace to guilty men. 
 
 THEY THAT SEEK ME EARLY SHALL 
 FIND ME." 
 
 COME, while the blossoms of thy youth are 
 brightest, 
 Thou careless wanderer in a flowery maze — 
 Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest, 
 And joy's pure sunbeam trembles in thy ways : 
 Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer buds 
 unfolding. 
 Waken rich feelings in the careless breast ; 
 While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is 
 holding, 
 Come, and secure interminable rest. 
 
 Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing — 
 Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die — 
 
 Ere the gay spell which earth is round thee 
 throwing 
 Fade like the crimson from a sunset sky. 
 
32 FATHER ALMIGHTY. 
 
 Life is but shadows, save a promise given, 
 That lights the future with a fadeless ray ; 
 
 Come, touch the sceptre — win a hope in heaven, 
 Then turn thy spirit from this world away. 
 
 Then will the shadows of this brief existence 
 
 Seem airy nothings to thine ardent soul — 
 And shining brightly in' the forward distance, 
 
 Will of thy patient race appear the goal ; 
 Home of the weary, where, in peace reposing. 
 
 The spirit lingers in unclouded bliss. 
 While o'er his dust the curtained grave is closing, 
 
 Who would not early choose a lot like this ? 
 
 FATHER ALMIGHTY AND FOUNTAIN OF 
 LIGHT. 
 
 FATHER Almighty and Fountain of Light, 
 Chase from our spirits the shadows of night ; 
 Give us, in Jesus, Thy glory to see ; 
 Endless existence from Thee we derive, 
 Grant us by faith in the Saviour to live. 
 Join us for ever and ever to Thee. 
 
 Closed be the breach that transgression hath made, 
 Jesus, our Surety, the ransom hath paid ; 
 Save us, adopt us, Thou glorious " I Am ;" 
 
FATHER ALMIGHTY. 33 
 
 Bow we before Thee in reverent awe, 
 Holy Thy nature, and holy Thy law, 
 
 Blest be Thy name for the blood of the Lamb. 
 
 Out of the fulness that in Thee doth dwell. 
 Succor us, Jesus, and all will be well ; 
 
 Boundless resources of wisdom divine, 
 Beauty and strength that descend from above. 
 Goodness and grace and ineffable love, 
 
 Truth undefiled, are eternally Thine. 
 
 ^'Pearls of the ocean and gems of the mine," 
 Gather them for us and bid them to shine ; 
 
 Israel's Anointer and Prophet and King, 
 Open in Scripture the treasure untold. 
 Brightest of jewels and finest of gold ; 
 
 Teach us Thy mercy and merits to sing. 
 
 Wave Thy light pinion, celestial Dove, 
 Patron of truth and Inspirer of love ; 
 
 Move, gently move, o'er the ocean of night ; 
 Thine is the power that alone can impart 
 Light to the intellect, sense to the heart. 
 
 Holy Ghost, breathe on us, Let there be Light. 
 
 Cleanse us with hyssop, and wash us within. 
 Strongly prevail o'er the motions of sin; 
 Search us and prove till Thy temple be pure ; 
 
34 ON SILENT WORSHIP. 
 
 Gladden us then with the oil and the balm, 
 Spread o'er our spirits a heavenly calm, 
 Give us to feel our inheritance sure. 
 
 Come and develop the covenant plan. 
 Glory to God and salvation for man ; 
 
 Hear us, the Father, the Spirit, the Son ; 
 Gladly to Thee our thanksgiving we raise. 
 Worthy art Thou of all glory and praise. 
 
 Verily Three — indivisibly One. 
 
 ON SILENT WORSHIP. 
 
 LET deepest silence all around 
 Its peaceful shelter spread. 
 So shall that living word abound. 
 The word that wakes the dead. 
 
 How sweet to wait upon the Lord 
 
 In stillness and in prayer ! 
 What though no preacher speak the word, 
 
 A minister is there — 
 
 A minister of wondrous skill 
 
 True graces to impart ; 
 He teaches all the Father's will. 
 
 And preaches to the heart. 
 
ON SILENT WORSHIP. 35 
 
 He dissipates the coward's fears, 
 
 And bids the coldest glow ; 
 He speaks, and lo, the softest tears 
 
 Of deep contrition flow. 
 
 He knows to bend the heart of steel, 
 
 He bows the loftiest soul ; 
 O'er all we think and all we feel 
 
 How matchless His control ! 
 
 And ah ! how precious is His love, 
 
 In tenderest touches given ! 
 It whispers of the bliss above, 
 
 And stays the soul on heaven. 
 
 From mind to mind in streams of joy 
 
 The holy influence spreads ; 
 'Tis peace, 'tis praise, without alloy, 
 
 For God that influence sheds. 
 
 Dear Lord, to Thee we still will pray. 
 
 And praise Thee as before ; 
 For this Thy glorious gospel day. 
 
 Teach us to praise Thee more. 
 
 ^. 
 
 X 
 
26 BREAST THE WAVE, CHRISTIAN. 
 
 BREAST THE WAVE, CHRISTIAN. 
 
 2 Thessalonians iii. 13. 
 
 BREAST the wave, Christian, when it is strong- 
 est; 
 Watch for day. Christian, when the night's long- 
 est; 
 Onward and onward still be thine endeavor ; 
 The rest that remaineth will be for ever. 
 
 Fight the fight, Christian ; Jesus is o'er thee; 
 Run the race, Christian ; heaven is before thee ; 
 He who hath promised faltereth never ; 
 The love of eternity flows on for ever. 
 
 Lift the eye. Christian, just as it closeth ; 
 Raise the heart. Christian, ere it reposeth ; 
 Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall sever ; 
 Mount when thy work is done, — praise Him for 
 ever. 
 
SOON AND FOR EVER. 3/ 
 
 SOON AND FOR EVER THE BREAKING OF 
 DAY. 
 
 Romans xiii. 12. 
 
 SOON and for ever the breaking of day 
 Shall chase all the night-clouds of sorrow away ; 
 Soon and for ever we'll see as we're seen, • 
 
 And know the deep meaning of things that have 
 been, — 
 
 Where fightings without, and conflicts within, 
 Shall weary no more in the warfare with sin, — 
 Where tears, and where fears, and where death 
 
 shall be never, 
 Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 
 
 Soon and. for ever the work shall be done. 
 The warfare accomplished, the victory won; 
 Soon and for ever the soldier lay down 
 The sword for a harp, the cross for a crown. 
 
 Then sink not in sorrow, despond not in fear, 
 A glorious to-morrow is brightening and near. 
 When — blessed reward for each faithful en- 
 deavor ! — 
 Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 
 4 
 
38 '* THE LITTLE WHLLE:' 
 
 "THE LITTLE WHILE." 
 
 OH for the peace that floweth as a river, 
 Making life's desert places bloom and smile ! 
 Oh for the faith to grasp heaven's bright 'Mbr 
 ever ' ' 
 Amid the shadows of earth's ^' little while "! 
 
 "A little while" for patient vigil-keeping, 
 To face the stern, to wrestle with the strong ; 
 
 *' A little while" to sow the seed with weeping, 
 Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest- 
 song ! 
 
 *' A little while " to wear the robe of sadness. 
 To toil with weary step through miry ways ; 
 
 Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, 
 And clasp the girdle round the robe of praise ! 
 
 *' A little while," 'mid shadow and illusion. 
 To strive, by faith, Love's mysteries to spell; 
 
 Then read each dark enigma's bright solution, 
 Whilst meekly owning ''He doth all things 
 well!" 
 
*'THE LITTLE WHILEP 39 
 
 *^ A little while " the earthen pitcher taking 
 To wayside brooks, from far-oif fountains fed, 
 
 Where the cool lip, its thirst for ever slaking. 
 May taste the fulness of the Fountain-head ! 
 
 *' A little while " to keep the oil from failing, 
 "A little while " faith's flickering lamp to trim ! 
 
 And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps 
 hailing, 
 To haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn 1 
 
 And He who is Himself the Gift and Giver, 
 The future glory and the present smile. 
 
 With the bright promise of the glad '' for ever '* 
 Will light the shadows of the 'Mittle while "! 
 
40 THE LORD OUR REFUGE. 
 
 THE LORD OUR REFUGE. 
 
 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, 
 On Thee when sorrows rise, 
 On Thee when waves of trouble roll, 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 
 
 For Thou alone canst heal ; 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 
 For every pang I feel. 
 
 But oh when gloomy doubts prevail, 
 
 I fear to call Thee mine ; 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail. 
 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
 Yet, gracious God, where should I flee ? 
 
 Thou art my only trust ; 
 And still my soul would cleave to Thee, 
 
 Though prostrate in the dust. 
 
 Thy mercy-seat is open still ; 
 
 Here let my soul retreat ; — '■ 
 With humble hope attend Thy will. 
 
 And wait beneath Thy feet. 
 
TWILIGHT HOURS. 4 1 
 
 TWILIGHT HOURS. 
 
 THIS is the hour when Memory wakes 
 Visions of joy that could not last; 
 This is the hour when Fancy takes 
 A survey of the past. 
 
 She brings before the pensive mind 
 
 The hallowed scenes of earlier years, 
 And friends who long have been consigned 
 To silence and to tears. 
 
 The few we liked — the one we loved — 
 
 A sacred band, come stealing on. 
 And many a form far hence removed, 
 And many a pleasure gone. 
 
 Friendships that now in death are hushed, 
 
 And young Affection's broken chain. 
 And hopes that fate too quickly crushed. 
 In memory bloom again. 
 
 Few watch the fading gleams of day 
 
 But muse on hopes as quickly flown ; 
 
 Tint after tint, they die away, 
 
 Till all at last are gone. 
 4 * 
 
4- THOU ART GONE TO THE GRAVE. 
 
 This is the hour when Fancy wreathes 
 
 Her spell round joys that could not last ; 
 This is the hour when Memory breathes 
 A sigh to pleasures past. 
 
 THOU ART GONE TO THE GRAVE. 
 
 THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not 
 deplore thee, 
 Though sorrow and darkness encompass the 
 tomb; 
 Thy Saviour hath passed through its portals before 
 thee. 
 And the lamp of His love is thy guide through 
 the gloom. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold 
 thee, 
 Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy 
 side ; 
 But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold 
 thee, 
 And sinners may hope since the Sinless has 
 died. 
 
THOU ART GONE TO THE GRAVE. 43 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, and, its mansion for- 
 saking. 
 Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long. 
 But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy 
 waking. 
 And the song which thou heard'st was the 
 Seraphim's song. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not 
 deplore thee. 
 When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy 
 guide ; 
 He gave thee. He took thee, and He will restore 
 thee. 
 And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath 
 died. 
 
44 TO A MISSIONARY. 
 
 TO A MISSIONARY. 
 
 GO, take the wings of morn, 
 And fly beyond the utmost sea ; 
 Thou shalt not feel thyself forlorn, 
 
 Thy God is still with thee. 
 And where His Spirit bids thee dwell, 
 There, and there only, thou art well. 
 
 Forsake thy fatherland. 
 
 Kindred, and friends, and pleasant home ; 
 O'er many a rude, barbarian strand 
 
 In exile though thou roam. 
 Walk there with God, and thou shalt find 
 Double for all thy faith resign' d. 
 
 Launch boldly on the surge. 
 And in a light and fragile bark 
 
 Thy path through flood and tempest urge, 
 Like Noah in the ark. 
 
 Then tread like him a new world's shore, 
 
 Thine altar build, and God adore. 
 
TO A MISSIONARY. 45 
 
 Leave our Jerusalem, 
 
 Jehovah's temple and His rest; 
 Go where no Sabbath rose on them 
 
 Whom pagan gloom oppress' d, 
 Till bright, though late, around their isles 
 The Gospel dawn awoke in smiles. 
 
 Amidst that dawn, from far. 
 
 Be thine expected presence shone ; 
 
 Rise on them like the morning star 
 In glory not thine own. 
 
 And tell them, while they hail the sight, 
 
 Who turned thy darkness into light. 
 
 Point where His hovering rays 
 
 Already gild their ocean's brini. 
 Ere long o'er heaven and earth to blaze; 
 
 Direct all eyes to Him, 
 The Sun of Righteousness, who brings 
 Mercy and healing on His wings. 
 
 Nor thou disdain to teach 
 
 To savage hordes celestial truth. 
 To infant tongues thy mother's speech, 
 
 Ennobling arts to youth. 
 Till warriors fling their arms aside. 
 O'er bloodless fields the plough to guide. 
 
4^ TO A MISSIONARY. 
 
 Train them by patient toil 
 
 To rule the waves, subdue the ground, 
 Enrich themselves with Nature's spoil, 
 
 With harvest trophies crown' d, 
 Till coral reefs, 'midst desert seas. 
 Become the new Hesperides. 
 
 Thus, then, in peace depart. 
 
 And angels guide thy footsteps : — No ! 
 There is a feeling in the heart 
 
 That will not let thee go : 
 Yet go, — thy spirit stays with me ; 
 Yet go, — my spirit goes with thee. 
 
 Though the broad world, between 
 Our feet, conglobe its solid mass ; 
 
 Though lands and oceans intervene. 
 Which I must never pass ; 
 
 Though day and night to thee be changed, 
 
 Seasons reversed, and climes estranged, — 
 
 Yet one in soul, and one 
 
 In faith, and hope, and purpose yet, 
 God's witness in the heavens, yon sun, 
 
 Forbid thee to forget 
 Those from whose eyes his orb retires. 
 When thine his morning beauty fires ! 
 
TO A MISSIONARY. 47 
 
 When tropic gloom returns, 
 
 Mark what new stars their vigils keep, 
 How glares the wolf — the phoenix burns. 
 
 And on a stormless deep 
 The ship of heaven, the patriarch's dove, 
 The emblem of redeeming love.* 
 
 While these enchant thine eye. 
 
 Oh think how often we have walked, 
 
 Gazed on the glories of our sky. 
 Of higher glories talked, 
 
 Till our hearts caught a kindling ray, 
 
 And burned within us by the way. 
 
 Those hours, those walks, are past \ 
 We part, and ne'er again may meet : 
 
 Why are the joys that will not last 
 So perishingly sweet ? 
 
 Farewell — we surely meet again 
 
 In life or death ; — farewell till then. 
 
 * The Cross, the Dove, the Ship, the Phoenix, and the 
 Wolf are southern constellations. 
 
48 THE WEAR V, WA YWORN TRA VELLER. 
 
 THE WEARY. WAYWORN TRAVELLER. 
 
 I will not leave you comfortless, I will come to you." 
 John xiv. i8. 
 
 THE weary, wayworn traveller weeps on the 
 roughen'd sod, 
 
 And sometimes in his aching heart arise hard 
 thoughts of God : 
 
 But the Saviour's promise comforts him : Ye shall 
 not be alone ; 
 
 And his step resumes its buoyancy, his heart its 
 lightest tone ; 
 
 For the co^npanionship of Christ is peace, and 
 joy, and rest. 
 
 And a radiance from above shall gild the path- 
 way He has pressed. 
 
 The sad and sinking sufferer, on his bed of wast- 
 ing pain. 
 
 How prays he for the gladsome time when life is 
 full again ! 
 
THE WEARY, WAYWORN TRAVELLER. 49 
 
 But oh how soft the soothing words fall on the 
 heated head, 
 
 *'I will not leave you comfortless" ! And round 
 the weary bed 
 
 Come music-strains, and cooling breeze, and life- 
 words from above, 
 
 And the faint heart is strong again in Jesus' 
 strength and love. 
 
 The mourning mother's wild lament — what agon- 
 izing cries 
 
 From the deep, surcharged heart ascend, and 
 pierce the o'erhanging skies! 
 
 Her empty arms she upward lifts in groans of 
 deep despair ; 
 
 But Jesus hears and understands th' unspoken 
 anguished prayer. 
 
 He does not leave her comfortless j He heals the 
 broken heart ; 
 
 He tells her they will meet again — meet, but shall 
 never /^r/. 
 
 *'Iwill not leave you comfortless!" Dear Sa- 
 viour, Thou hast not ; 
 
 The promise spoken long ago is not e'en now 
 forgot ; 
 
50 THE NEGLECTED CALL. 
 
 Whatever grief befalls us, still Thou com'st to 
 
 us in love ; 
 And life, with all its din and woe, is like our 
 
 home above. 
 Oh, when the load is heaviest, let us for ever flee 
 To the long-trusted Comforter — O Saviour, 
 
 Friend, to Thee! 
 
 THE NEGLECTED CALL. 
 
 WHEN the fields were white with harvest, and 
 the laborers were few. 
 
 Heard I thus a voice within me, ^' Here is work 
 for thee to do ; 
 
 Come thou up and help the reapers, I will show 
 thee now the way ; 
 
 Come and help them bear the burden and the 
 toiling of the day." 
 
 "For a more convenient season," thus I an- 
 swered, ''will I wait," 
 
 And the voice reproving murmured, '* Hasten, 
 ere it be too late." 
 
THE NEGLECTED CALL. 5 I 
 
 Yet I heeded not the utterance, listening to lo, 
 
 here ! lo, there ! 
 I lost sight of all the reapers in whose work I 
 
 would not share ; 
 Followed after strange devices — bowed my heart 
 
 to gods of stone, 
 Till, like Ephraim, joined to idols, God wellnigh 
 
 left me alone ; 
 But the angel of His patience followed on my 
 
 erring track. 
 Setting here and there a landmark, wherewithal 
 
 to guide me back. 
 
 Onward yet I went, and onward, till there met 
 
 me on the way, 
 A poor prodigal returning, who, like me, had 
 
 gone astray. 
 And his faith was strong and earnest that a 
 
 Father's house would be 
 Safest shelter from temptation for such sinful 
 
 ones as he ; 
 ''Read the lesson," said the angel, ''take the 
 
 warning and repent;" 
 But the wily Tempter queried, " Ere thy substance 
 
 be unspent ? 
 
52 THE NEGLECTED CALL, 
 
 *' Hast thou need to toil and labor ? art thou fitted 
 for the work? 
 
 Many a hidden stone to bruise thee in the har- 
 vest-field doth lurk \ 
 
 There are others called beside thee — and per- 
 chance the voice may be 
 
 But thy own delusive fancy, which thou hearest 
 calling thee — 
 
 There is time enough before thee, all thy foot- 
 steps to retrace;" 
 
 Then I yielded to the Tempter — and the angel 
 veiled her face. 
 
 Pleasure beckoned in the distance, and her siren 
 
 song was sweet : 
 *' Through a thornless path of flowers, gently I 
 
 will guide thy feet; 
 Youth is as a rapid river, gliding noiselessly 
 
 away. 
 Earth is but a pleasant garden, cull its roses 
 
 whilst thou may ; 
 Press the juice from purple clusters, fill life's 
 
 chalice with the wine, 
 Taste the fairest fruits which tempt thee, all its 
 
 richest fruits are thine." 
 
THE NEGLECTED CALL. 53 
 
 Ah ! the path was smooth and easy, but a snare 
 
 was set therein, 
 And the feet were oft entangled in the fearful 
 
 mesh of sin. 
 And the canker-worm was hidden in the rose-leaf 
 
 folded up, 
 And the sparkling wine of pleasure was a fatal 
 
 Circean cup ; 
 All its fruits were Dead Sea apples, tempting only 
 
 to the sight. 
 Fair, yet filled with dust and ashes, — beautiful, 
 
 but touched with blight. 
 
 ''O my Father!" cried I inly, "Thou hast 
 
 striven — I have willed. 
 Now the mission of the angel of Thy patience is 
 
 fulfilled ; 
 I have tasted earthly pleasures, yet my soul is 
 
 craving food, 
 Let the summons Thou hast given to Thy harvest 
 
 be renewed ; 
 I am ready now to labor — wilt Thou call me 
 
 once again ? 
 I will join Thy willing reapers as they garner up 
 
 the grain." 
 
 6* 
 
54 THE NEGLECTED CALL. 
 
 But the still small voice within me, earnest in its 
 truth, and deep. 
 
 Answered my awakened conscience, ''As thou 
 sowest thou shalt reap ; 
 
 God is just, and retribution follows each neg- 
 lected call; 
 
 Thou hadst thy appointed duty taught thee by 
 the Lord of all ; 
 
 Thou wast chosen, but another filled the place 
 assigned to thee ; 
 
 Henceforth in my field of labor thou mayst but a 
 gleaner be. 
 
 ''But a work is still before thee — see thou linger 
 not again \ 
 
 Separate the chaff thou gleanest, beat it from 
 among the grain ; 
 
 Follow after these my reapers, let thy eyes be on 
 the field, 
 
 Gather up the precious handfuls their abundant 
 wheat-sheaves yield ; 
 
 Go not hence to glean, but tarry from the morn- 
 ing until night — 
 
 Be thou faithful, thou mayst yet find favor in 
 thy Master's sight." 
 
THE BORDER LAND. 55 
 
 THE BORDER LAND. 
 
 These lines were sent by a lady to a friend who wrote to 
 know " where she had been for several months, that she had 
 not written to her." In the interval her friend had been 
 brought to the gates of the grave by a long and severe 
 
 illness. 
 
 I HAVE been to a land, a Border Land, 
 Where there was but a strange dim light ; 
 Where dreams and shadows, a spectral band. 
 
 Seemed real to the aching sight. 
 I scarce bethought me how there I came, 
 
 Or if thence I should pass again ; 
 Its morn and night were marked by the flight. 
 Or coming, of woe and pain. 
 
 But I saw from this Land, this Border Land, 
 
 With its mountain-ridges hoar, 
 That they looked across to a wondrous strand, 
 
 A bright and unearthly shore. 
 Then I turned me to Him, the Crucified, 
 
 In penitence, faith, and prayer. 
 Who had ransomed with blood my sinful soul, 
 
 For I thought He would call me there. 
 
$6 THE BORDER LAND. 
 
 Yet nay, for a while in that Border Land 
 
 He made me in patience stay, 
 And gather rich fruits with a trembling hand, 
 
 While He chased its glooms away. 
 He has led me amid those shadows dim, 
 
 And shown that bright world so near, 
 To teach me that childlike trust in Him 
 
 Is '' the one thing needful " here. 
 
 And so from the Land, the Border Land, 
 
 I have turned me to earth once more ; 
 But earth and its works were such trifles, scanned 
 
 By the light of that radiant shore, 
 That, oh should they ever possess me again 
 
 Too deeply in heart and hand, 
 I must think how empty they seemed and vain 
 
 From the heights of the Border Land ! 
 
 The Border Land had depths and vales 
 
 Where sorrow for sin was known ; 
 Where small seemed great, as weighed in scales 
 
 By the hand of God alone. 
 'Twas a land where earthly pride was not, 
 
 Where the poor were brought to mind, 
 With their scanty bed, their fireless cot, 
 
 And their bread so hard to find. 
 
THE BORDER LAND. S7 
 
 But little I heard in the Border Land 
 
 Of all that passed below ; 
 The once loud voices of human life 
 
 To the deafened ear were low. 
 I was deaf to the clang of its trumpet-call, 
 
 Nor heeded its gibe or its sneer ; 
 Its riches were dust, and the loss of all 
 
 Would then have scarce cost me a tear. 
 
 I met with a Friend in this Border Land 
 
 Whose teachings come with power 
 To the blinded eye and the deafened ear 
 
 In affliction's loneliest hour. 
 *' Times of refreshing " to the soul, 
 
 In languor oft He brings, — 
 Prepares it then to meditate 
 
 On high and glorious things. 
 
 Holy Ghost ! too often grieved 
 In health and earthly haste, 
 
 1 bless those slow and silent hours 
 
 Which seemed to run to waste ; 
 I would not but have passed those depths. 
 
 And such communion known 
 As can be held in the Border Land, 
 
 With Thee, and Thee alone ! 
 
5 8 THE HOPE BEYOND. 
 
 I have been to a Land, — a Border Land, — 
 
 May oblivion never roll 
 O'er the mighty lessons which there and then 
 
 Have been graven on my soul ! 
 I have trodden a path I did not know. 
 
 Safe in my Saviour's hand j 
 I can trust Him for all the future, now 
 
 I have been to the Border Land ! 
 
 THE HOPE BEYOND. 
 
 *' And the soul of the people was much discouraged because 
 of the way." — Numbers xxi. 4. 
 
 HOW often, forgetting the crown, 
 And the palm, and the victor's array, 
 In sackcloth we choose to sit down, 
 " Discouraged because of the way !" 
 
 Disheartened because of the foe. 
 And weary of bearing the cross. 
 
 Cast down when the brooks cease to flow, 
 And the gold is obscured by its dross ! 
 
THE HOPE BEYOND. 59 
 
 Then the cross is a burden and grief, 
 
 And the yoke is a toil and a care ; 
 Though 'tis only our own unbelief 
 
 Which makes them so heavy to bear. 
 
 How often to Marah we flee, 
 
 And there pitch our tent in the waste, 
 
 Forgetting that marvellous ''Tree," 
 Which maketh it sweet to the taste ! 
 
 We pine for the blessings foregone. 
 While still beside Marah we dwell. 
 
 Though to Elim we ought to press on. 
 And be counting each palm tree and well. 
 
 Soon the shoes shall be loosed from the feet, 
 And the staff shall be dropped from the hand. 
 
 And the wilderness manna, so sweet, 
 
 Shall be changed for the '' corn of the land." 
 
 Then grace shall with glory be crowned. 
 
 And night shall dissolve into day : 
 Oh, the country for which we are bound 
 
 Is worth all the griefs of the way ! 
 
60 IVHy ART THOU CAST DOWN? 
 
 WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN? 
 
 BE still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
 To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
 They cast dishonor on thy Lord, 
 And contradict His gracious word. 
 
 Brought safely by His hand thus far. 
 Why wilt thou now give place to fear? 
 How canst thou want if He provide, 
 Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 
 
 When first before the mercy-seat 
 Thou didst to Him thy all commit, 
 He gave thee warrant from that hour 
 To trust His wisdom, love, and power. 
 
 Did ever trouble yet befall 
 And He refuse to hear thy call ? 
 And has He not His promise past, 
 That thou shalt overcome at last ? 
 
NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 6 1 
 
 He who has helped thee hitherto, 
 Will help thee all thy journey through, 
 And give thee daily cause to raise 
 New Ebenezers to His praise. 
 
 Though rough and thorny be the road, 
 It leads thee home apace to God ; 
 Then count thy present, trials small, 
 For Heaven will make amends for all. 
 
 NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 
 
 JESUS ! and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of Thee ? — 
 Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise. 
 Whose glories shine through endless days ! 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine. 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
62 NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon 
 Let midnight be c-^shamed of noon ; 
 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, 
 Bright morning-star, bid darkness flee. 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ! when I blush, be this my shame. 
 That I no more revere His name. 
 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may 
 When I've no guilt to wash away, 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave. 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ; 
 And oh may this my glory be. 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 
 
LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS. 63 
 
 LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS. 
 
 GOD moves in a mysterious way, 
 His wonders to perform ; 
 He plants His footsteps in the sea, 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill 
 He treasures up His bright designs. 
 
 And works His sovereign wilL 
 
 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 But trust Him for His grace ; 
 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
64 GO NOT FAR FROM ME. 
 
 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan His work in vain ; 
 
 God is His own interpreter,* 
 And He will make it plain. 
 
 GO NOT FAR FROM ME. 
 
 " Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water- 
 spouts ; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 
 Yet the Lord will command his loving-kindness in the 
 daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, 
 and my prayer unto the God of my life." — Ps. xiii. 7, 8. 
 
 GO not far from .me, O my Strength, 
 Whom all my times obey ; 
 Take from me anything Thou wilt, 
 
 But go not Thou away, — 
 And let the storm that does Thy work 
 Deal with me as it may. 
 
GO NOT FAR FROM ME. 65 
 
 On Thy compassion I repose, 
 
 In weakness and distress ; 
 I will not ask for greater ease, 
 
 Lest I should love Thee less. 
 Oh, 'tis a blessed thing for me 
 
 To need Thy tenderness. 
 
 While many sympathizing hearts 
 
 For my deliverance care, 
 Thou, in Thy wiser, stronger love. 
 
 Art teaching me to bear — 
 By the sweet voice of thankful song. 
 
 And calm, confiding prayer. 
 
 Thy love has many a lighted path 
 
 No outward eye can trace ; 
 And my heart sees Thee in the deep. 
 
 With darkness on its face, 
 And communes with Thee 'mid the storm, 
 
 As in a secret place. 
 
 O Comforter of God's redeemed, 
 
 Whom the world does not see. 
 What hand should pluck me from the flood 
 
 That casts my soul on Thee ? 
 Who would not suffer pain like mine 
 
 To be consoled like me ? 
 
 6* E 
 
66 GO NOT FAR FROM ME, 
 
 When I am feeble as a child, 
 And flesh and heart give way, 
 
 Then on Thy everlasting strength 
 With passive trust I stay ; 
 
 And the rough wind becomes a song, 
 The darkness shines like day. 
 
 Oh, blessed are the eyes that see. 
 Though silent anguish show. 
 
 The love that in their hours of sleep, 
 Unthanked may come and go. 
 
 And blessed are the ears that hear. 
 Though kept awake by woe. 
 
 Happy are they that learn, in Thee, 
 Though patient suffering teach. 
 
 The secret of enduring strength. 
 And praise too deep for speech — 
 
 Peace, that no pressure from without. 
 No strife within, can reach. 
 
 There is no death for me to fear. 
 For Christ, my Lord, hath died ; 
 
 There is no curse in this my pain. 
 For He was crucified. 
 
 And it is fellowship with Him 
 That keeps me near His side. 
 
GO NOT FAR PROM ME. 6/ 
 
 My heart is fixed, O God, my strength — 
 
 My heart is strong to bear ; 
 I will be joyful in Thy love, 
 
 And peaceful in Thy care. 
 Deal with me, for my Saviour's sake. 
 
 According to His prayer. 
 
 No suffering while it lasts is joy. 
 
 How blest soe'er it be, 
 Yet may the chastened child be glad 
 
 His Father's face to see ; 
 And oh, it is not hard to bear, 
 
 What must be borne in Thee. 
 
 It is not sad to bear by faith. 
 
 In Thy own bosom laid, 
 The trial of a soul redeemed. 
 
 For thy rejoicing made. 
 Well may the heart in patience rest. 
 
 That none can make afraid. 
 
 Safe in Thy sanctifying grace. 
 
 Almighty to restore — 
 Borne onward — sin and death behind. 
 
 And love and life before — 
 Oh, let my soul abound in hope. 
 
 And praise Thee more and more ! 
 
6S PRAISE. 
 
 Deep unto deep may call, but I 
 With peaceful heart will say, 
 
 Thy loving-kindness has a charge 
 No waves can take away ; 
 
 And let the storm that speeds me home 
 Deal with me as it may. 
 
 PRAISE. 
 
 O Lord, I know that in very faithfulness thou hast 
 afflicted me," 
 
 FOR what shall I praise Thee, my God and 
 my King ! 
 For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? 
 Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, for health, or 
 
 for ease? 
 For the spring of delight, or the sunshine of 
 peace ? 
 
 Shall I praise Thee for flowers that bloomed on 
 
 my breast. 
 For joys in perspective or pleasures possessed ? 
 
PRAISE. 69 
 
 For the spirit that heightened my days of de- 
 light, 
 And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night ? 
 
 For this should I praise Thee; but, if only for 
 
 this, 
 I should leave half untold the donation of bliss. 
 I thank Thee for sorrow, for sickness, for care ; 
 For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I 
 
 bear. 
 
 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, 
 
 A present of pain, a perspective of fears. 
 
 I praise Thee, I bless Thee, my King and my 
 God, 
 
 For the good and the evil Thy hand hath be- 
 stowed. 
 
 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is 
 
 flown ; 
 They yielded no fruit, they are withered and 
 
 gone; 
 The thorn, it was poignant, but precious to me : 
 'Twas the message of mercy ; it led me to Thee. 
 
70 THE SURE PILOT. 
 
 THE SURE PILOT. 
 
 HE sitteth o'er the water-floods, 
 And He is strong to save ; 
 He sitteth o'er the water-floods, 
 And guides each drifting wave. 
 
 Though loud around the vessel's prow 
 The waves may toss and break, 
 
 Yet at His word they sink to rest. 
 As on a tranquil lake. 
 
 He sitteth o'er the water-floods. 
 When waves of sorrow rise ; 
 
 And while He holds the bitter cup. 
 He wipes the tearful eyes. 
 
 He knows how long the wilful heart 
 . Requires the chastening grief, 
 And soon as sorrow's work is done 
 'Tis He who sends relief. 
 
THE SURE PILOT. 7 1 
 
 He sitteth o'er the water-floods, 
 
 As in the days of old, 
 When o'er the Saviour's sinless head 
 
 The waves and billows rolled. 
 
 Yea, all the billows passed o'er Him ; 
 
 Our sins, they bore Him down ; 
 For us He met the crushing storm, 
 
 He met th' Almighty's frown. 
 
 He sitteth o'er the water-floods; 
 
 Then doubt and fear no more, 
 For He who passed through all the storms 
 
 Has reached the heavenly shore. 
 
 And every tempest- driven bark. 
 
 With Jesus for its guide, 
 Will soon be moor'd in harbor calm, 
 
 In glory to abide. 
 
yz FAITH. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 OH the things of time, the things of time, how 
 they steal the heart away 
 From the lowly walk, and the humble trust, and 
 
 the spirit's steadfast stay ! 
 We strive and seek, and we long to keep the 
 
 door of the inner part. 
 But the tempter waits, and offers his baits, and 
 
 betrays the yielding heart. 
 Then what will keep — oh what will keep in temp- 
 tation's bitter hour, 
 When the willing soul would fain resist, but the 
 
 flesh hath not the power ? 
 Say, what will keep from the downward path 
 
 and the error the Spirit hates — 
 From the things we would not, and yet we do — 
 
 the sorrow that sin creates? 
 Oh, there is a faith ('tis the gift of God) which 
 
 can fetter the stoutest will — 
 Which can ever break the tempest's might and 
 
 the rising tumult still; 
 
FAITH, 73 
 
 It is not in pomp, it is not in words, it is not in 
 
 sounding deed, 
 But it cometh in secret power to aid the soul in 
 
 its greatest need ; 
 It is when, apart from all human trust, we sink 
 
 in contrite prayer. 
 And ask of the Father of Spirits His help : our 
 
 staff of support is there ; 
 And it anchors the soul when its strength is small, 
 
 and it feels no might of its own ; 
 For it shows us indeed, that our safety and light 
 
 must come from Heaven alone. 
 The7i the things of time, the things of time, will 
 
 not lead the heart away 
 From its steadfast love and its humble hope, and 
 
 its trust in God its stay ; 
 But its idol gifts and its dearest joys will be 
 
 laid in meekness down. 
 And the incense shall rise from the altar of Faith 
 
 before the heavenly throne. 
 
74 FLEEING TO GOD. 
 
 FLEEING TO GOD. 
 
 UNDER the shadow of Thy wings, my Father, 
 Till these calamities be overpast ! 
 In that sure refuge let my spirit gather- 
 Strength to look calmly upon the past. 
 
 Be merciful to me ! for thoughts that crush me 
 Lie like an incubus upon my breast ; 
 
 Only Thy voice. Omnipotent, can hush me 
 Into the quiet e'en of seeming rest. 
 
 Thou know'st — Thou only — the dark chain that 
 binds me. 
 
 The heavy chain that eate into my soul ; 
 The links of adamant that have entwined me, 
 
 Binding each feeling in their chill control. 
 
 Oh ! what is life but one long, long endurance 
 Of this dull heavy weight on heart and brain ? 
 
 Speak to my spirit — speak the strong assurance 
 That nothing Thou ordainest is in vain. 
 
FLEEING TO GOD. 75 
 
 Trembling amid the turmoils of existence, 
 Oh ! let me grasp a more than mortal arm ; 
 
 Father ! my Father ! be not at a distance 
 
 When earth's dark phantoms Thy weak child 
 alarm. 
 
 Under Thy shadow ! Fear cannot appall me 
 If in the Rock of Ages surely hid ; 
 
 Under Thy shadow ! Harm cannot befall me 
 If Thou — All-wise ! All-merciful ! — forbid. 
 
 Nearer to Thee ! — My Saviour ! my Redeemer ! 
 
 In earth or heaven whom hath my soul but 
 Thee? 
 Though for an instant, as some feverish dreamer 
 
 Grasps at the treasures which he seems to see, 
 
 I, too, have dreamed, and waked to find 'illu- 
 sion " 
 
 Inscribed on all I sought to make my own ; 
 And, turning from my idols in confusion, 
 
 I dedicate my life to Thee alone. 
 
 Under the shadow of Thy wing abiding, 
 Close to a sympathizing Saviour's side, 
 
 In the sure promise of His love confiding. 
 
 Why should I shrink, though earthly ills betide ? 
 
^^ LO! WE HAVE LEFT ALL. 
 
 Oh ! if the soul grew strong through suffering only, 
 If but through trial it may reach its goal, 
 
 I will rejoice, although my way be lonely, 
 And all Thy waves and billows o'er me roll. 
 
 Yes ! I will praise Thee ! though my tears are 
 falling 
 
 Upon the trembling harp-strings as I sing : 
 Am I not safe, though grief niy soul is thralling. 
 
 Under the shadow of my Father's wing? 
 
 LO! WE HAVE LEFT ALL AND FOLLOWED 
 THEE. 
 
 JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave, and follow Thee ; 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou from hence my all shalt be ; 
 Perish every fond ambition. 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known; 
 Yet how rich is my condition ! 
 God and Christ are still my own \ 
 
LO! WE HAVE LEFT ALL. 77 
 
 Let the world despise and leave me, 
 
 They have left my Saviour too ; 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me ; 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue. 
 And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might. 
 Foes may hate and friends may scorn me, 
 
 Show Thy face, and all is bright ! 
 
 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
 
 Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ! 
 In Thy service pain is pleasure, 
 
 With Thy favor loss is gain ! 
 I have called Thee Abba, Father, 
 
 I have set my heart on Thee ; 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather ; 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; 
 Life with trials hard may press me. 
 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
 Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me. 
 
 While Thy love is left to me ; 
 Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me. 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 
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78 LO! WE HAVE LEFT ALL, 
 
 Soul, then know thy full salvation, 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; 
 Joy to find in every station 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thee, 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine ; 
 Think that Jesus died to save thee : 
 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 
 
 Haste thee on from grace to glory. 
 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; 
 Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there ! 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission. 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition. 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
MARAH AND ELIM. 79 
 
 MARAH AND ELIM. 
 
 THREE long days of desert sunshine, toiling 
 'neath those scorching beams, 
 Three long nights of heavy silence, gladdened by 
 no sound of streams. 
 
 Hear the waters flow around us, see them spark- 
 ling in the sun ! 
 
 Surely now our trial ceaseth ! surely now our goal 
 is won ! 
 
 Lips long parched and sealed in silence press the 
 
 joyous waves to kiss, 
 Eyes whose tears were dried by anguish overflow 
 
 with tears of bliss ; 
 
 Toilworn men, themselves untasting, leave to 
 
 dearer lips the prize. 
 Drinking draughts of deeper pleasure from the 
 
 smile of grateful eyes. 
 
8o MARAH AND ELIM. 
 
 But a moment ! but a moment may the rapturous 
 
 dream remain ; 
 But a moment ! from the nation bursts a sob of 
 
 wildest pain. 
 
 Children dash the bitter waters from them with a 
 
 moaning cry; 
 Mothers by the mocking fountains lay their little 
 
 ones to die. 
 
 Hearts that bore the trial bravely with this shat- 
 tered hope have burst; 
 
 Streams for which we prayed and waited, bitter 
 streams, but mock our thirst. 
 
 Was it but for this the ocean, parting, bent our 
 
 feet to kiss, 
 Fiercely then our foes o'erwhelming? Were our 
 
 first-born spared for this ? 
 
 Better to be slaves in Egypt, better to have per- 
 ished there, 
 
 Better ne'er a hope have tasted, than to sink in 
 this despair ! 
 
 Israel ! Israel ! hush thy murmurs ; hide thy 
 
 guilty head in dust ! 
 He who is the joy of heaven feeleth grief in thy 
 
 distrust. 
 
MAR AH AND ELIM. 8 1 
 
 Gently to thy wails He answers, '' I am He that 
 
 healeth thee;" 
 E'en to-day the streams thou loathest shall thy 
 
 best refreshment be. 
 
 And to-morrow, but to-morrow, He thy sins so 
 
 often grieve, 
 Trains thee for, and storeth for thee, joys thy 
 
 heart can scarce conceive. 
 
 Coolest waters leaping, gushing, 'neath the shade 
 
 of many a palm ! 
 Let no memory of murmurs mar for thee that 
 
 blessed calm. 
 
 So thy Marah shall be Elim, and thy Elim know 
 
 no fears. 
 For the fount of deepest gladness springeth near 
 
 the place of tears. 
 
82 HE IS THE FREEMAN. 
 
 HE IS THE FREEMAN. 
 
 HE is the freeman whom the truth makes free, 
 And all are slaves beside. There's not a 
 chain 
 That bitterest foes, confederate for his harm, 
 Can wind around him, but he casts it off 
 With as much ease as Samson his green withes. 
 He looks abroad into the varied field 
 Of nature, and though poor, perhaps, compared 
 With those whose mansions glitter in his sight. 
 Calls the delightful scenery all his own. 
 His are the mountains, and the valleys his ; 
 His the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy 
 With a propriety that none can feel 
 But who, with filial confidence inspired, 
 Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye. 
 And smiling say, " My Father made them all !" 
 Are they not his by a peculiar right. 
 And by an emphasis of interest his. 
 Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, 
 Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind 
 With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love 
 That planned, and built, and still upholds a world 
 So clothed with beauty for rebellious man ? 
 
REJOICE, MY FELLOW.PILGRIM, 83 
 
 REJOICE, MY FELLOW-PILGRIM. 
 
 For now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. 
 Rom. xiii. 11. 
 
 REJOICE, my fellow-pilgrim, for another stage 
 is o'er 
 Of the weary homeward journey, to be travelled 
 
 through no more ; 
 No more these clouds and shadows shall darken 
 
 all our sky \ 
 No more these snares and stumbling-blocks across 
 our path shall lie. 
 
 Rejoice, my fellow-soldier, for another long cam- 
 paign 
 
 Is ended, and its dangers have not been met in 
 vain; 
 
 Some enemies are driven back, some ramparts 
 overthrown. 
 
 Some earnest given that victory at length shall 
 be our own. 
 
84 REJOICE, MY FELLOW-PILGRIM. 
 
 Rejoice, my fellow-servant, for another year is 
 
 past; 
 The heat and burden of the day will not for ever 
 
 last; 
 And yet the work is pleasant now, and sweet the 
 
 Master's smile, 
 And well may we be diligent through all our 
 
 ^'little while." 
 
 Rejoice, my Christian brother, for the race is 
 
 nearly run. 
 And home is drawing nearer with each revolving 
 
 sun; 
 And if some ties are broken here of earthly hope 
 
 and love. 
 More sweet are the attractions of the better land 
 
 above. 
 
 The light that shone through all the past will 
 
 still our steps attend ; 
 The Guide who led us hitherto will lead us to 
 
 the end; 
 The distant view is brightening, with fewer clouds 
 
 between — 
 The golden streets are gleaming now, the pearly 
 
 gates are seen. 
 
KNOW WELL, MY SOUL. 85 
 
 Oh for the joyous meetings there, to meet and 
 
 part no more; 
 For ever with the Lord, and all the loved ones 
 
 gone before ; 
 New mercies from our Father's hand with each 
 
 new year may come. 
 But that will be the best of all, a blissful welcome 
 
 home. 
 
 KNOW WELL, MY SOUL. 
 
 KNOW well, my soul, God's hand controls 
 Whate'er thou fearest ; 
 Round Him in calmest music rolls 
 Whate'er thou hearest. 
 
 What to thee is shadow, to Him is day, 
 
 And the end He knoweth ; 
 And not a blind and aimless way 
 
 The Spirit goeth. 
 
 Nothing before, nothing behind ; 
 
 The steps of faith 
 Fall on the seeming void, and find 
 
 The Rock beneath. 
 
86 KNOW WELL, MY SOUL. 
 
 The present, the present, is all thou hast 
 
 For thy sure possessing ; 
 Like the Patriarch's Angel, hold it fast 
 
 Till it gives its blessing. 
 
 And in life, in death, in dark, in light. 
 
 All are in God's care \ 
 Sound the black abyss, pierce the deep night, 
 
 And He is there ! 
 
 Leaning on Him, make with reverend meekness 
 
 His own thy will ; 
 And with strength from Him shall thy utter 
 weakness 
 
 Life's tasks fulfil. 
 
 And that cloud itself, which now before thee 
 
 Lies dark in view, 
 Shall with beams of light from the inner glory 
 
 Be stricken through. 
 
 And like the meadow-mist through autumn's 
 dawn 
 
 Uprolling thin, 
 Its thickest folds, when about thee drawn. 
 
 Let sunlight in. 
 
'ALL, ALL IS KNOWN TO THEE:' 8/ 
 
 ALL. ALL IS KNOWN TO THEE." 
 
 MY God, whose gracious pity I may claim, 
 Calling Thee Father — sweet, endearing 
 name ! 
 The sufferings of this weak and weary frame, 
 All, all are known to Thee. 
 
 From human eye 'tis better to conceal 
 Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel ; 
 But oh ! the thought does tranquillize and heal — 
 All, all is known to Thee. 
 
 Each secret conflict with indwelling sin, 
 Each sickening fear I ne'er the prize shall win. 
 Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din — 
 All, all are known to Thee. 
 
 When in the morning unrefreshed I wake. 
 Or in the night but little sleep can take. 
 This brief appeal submissively I make — 
 All, all is known to Thee. 
 
88 ''ALL, ALL LS KNOWN TO THEEr 
 
 Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned — 
 Each drop that fills my daily cup ; Thy hand 
 Prescribes for ills none else can understand ; 
 All, all is known to Thee. 
 
 The effectual means to cure what I deplore ; 
 In me Thy long'd-for likeness to restore ; 
 Self to dethrone, never to govern more — 
 All, all are known to Thee. 
 
 And this continued feebleness, this state 
 Which seems to unnerve and incapacitate. 
 Will work the cure my hopes and prayers await : 
 That can I leave to Thee. 
 
 Nor will the bitter draught distasteful prove, 
 When I recall the Son of Thy dear love \ 
 The cup Thou wouldst not for our sakes remove. 
 That cup He drank for me. 
 
 He drank it to the dregs — no drop remain'd 
 Of wrath for those whose cup of woe He drainM ; 
 Man ne'er can know what that sad cup contain'd — 
 All, all is known to Thee. 
 
 And welcome, precious, can His Spirit make 
 My little drop of suffering for His sake. 
 Father, the cup I drink, the path I take, 
 All, all is known to Thee. 
 
ABIDE WITH ME. 89 
 
 ABIDE WITH ME. 
 
 ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide, 
 The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless, oh abide with me. 
 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 
 Thou who changest not, abide with me. 
 
 1 need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
 
 What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? 
 Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine. Lord, abide with me. 
 
 When earth recedes before my closing eyes. 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the 
 
 skies -y 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and fears and sorrows 
 
 flee ; 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
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90 ONE BY ONE. 
 
 ONE BY ONE. 
 
 ONE by one the sands are flowing, 
 One by one the moments fall ; 
 Some are commg, some are going ; 
 Do not strive to grasp them all. 
 
 One by one thy duties wait thee ; 
 
 Let thy whole strength go to each ; 
 Let no future dreams elate thee — 
 
 Learn thou first what these can teach. 
 
 One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) 
 Joys are sent thee here below ; 
 
 Take them readily when given, 
 Ready, too, to let them go. 
 
 One by one thy griefs shall meet thee ; 
 
 Do not fear an armed band j 
 One will fade as others greet thee, 
 
 Shadows passing through the land. 
 
ONE BY ONE. 9 1 
 
 Do not look at life's long sorrow ; 
 
 See how small each moment's pain ; 
 God will help thee for to-morrow, 
 
 So each day begin again. 
 
 Every hour that fleets so slowly 
 
 Has its task to do or bear ; 
 Luminous the crown, and holy, 
 
 When each gem is set with care. 
 
 Do not linger with regretting, 
 
 Or for passing hours despond ; 
 Nor, the daily toil forgetting, 
 
 Look too eagerly beyond. 
 
 Hours are golden links, God's token, 
 Reaching heaven ; but one by one 
 
 Take them, lest the chain be broken 
 Ere the pilgrimage be done. 
 
92 WAIT ON THE LORD. 
 
 WAIT ON THE LORD. 
 
 Lord, behold, he whom Thou lovest is sick." — John xi. 3. 
 
 0' 
 
 iNE touch from Thee — the Healer of diseases j 
 One little touch would make our brother 
 whole ; 
 And yet Thou comest not ; O blessed Jesus ! 
 Send a swift answer to our waiting soul. 
 
 Full many a message have we sent, and pleaded 
 That Thou wouldst haste Thy coming, gracious 
 Lord ! 
 Each message was received, and heard, and 
 heeded, 
 And yet we welcome no responsive word. 
 
 We know that Thou art blessing whilst with- 
 holding ; 
 
 We know that Thou art near us, though apart ; 
 And though we list no answer, Thou art folding 
 
 Our poor petitions to Thy smitten heart. 
 
THE SURE REFUGE. 93 
 
 A bright and glorious answer is preparing, 
 
 Hid in the heights of love, the depths of grace; 
 
 We know that Thou, the Risen, still art bearing 
 Our cause as Thine, within the holy place. 
 
 THE SURE REFUGE. 
 
 OH I know the hand that is guiding me 
 Through the shadow to the light ! 
 And I know that all betiding me 
 
 Is meted out aright. 
 I know that the thorny path I tread 
 ' Is ruled with a golden line ; 
 x\nd I know that the darker life's tangled thread, 
 The brighter the rich design. 
 
 When faints and fails each wilderness hope, 
 
 And the lamp of faith burns dim, 
 Oh I know where to find the honey drop — 
 
 On the bitter chalice brim. 
 For I see, though veiled from my mortal sight, 
 
 God's plan is all complete ; 
 Though the darkness at present be not light, 
 
 And the bitter be not sweet. 
 
94 I^ THE MID SILENCE. 
 
 I can wait till the day-spring shall overflow 
 
 The night of pain and care ; 
 For I know there's a blessing for every woe, 
 
 A promise for every prayer. 
 Yes, I feel that the hand which is holding me 
 
 Will ever hold me fast ; 
 And the strength of the arms that are folding me 
 
 Will keep me to the last. 
 
 IN THE MID SILENCE. 
 
 IN the mid silence of the voiceless night, 
 When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers 
 flee, 
 Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, 
 O God, but Thee ? 
 
 And if there be a weight upon my heart, 
 
 Some vague impression of the day foregone. 
 Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee 
 And lay it down. 
 
 Or if it be the heaviness that comes 
 
 In token of anticipated ill. 
 My bosom takes no heed of what it is. 
 Since 'tis Thy will. 
 
PRESS FORWARD AND FEAR NOT. 95 
 
 For, oh, in spite of past and present care, 
 
 Or anything beside, how joyfully 
 Passes that almost solitary hour. 
 
 My God, with Thee ! 
 
 More tranquil than the stillness of the night, 
 
 More peaceful than the silence of that hour, 
 More blest than anything, my bosom lies 
 Beneath Thy power. 
 
 For what is there on earth that I desire 
 
 Of all that it can give or take from me. 
 Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek, 
 O God, but Thee ? 
 
 PRESS FORWARD AND FEAR NOT. 
 
 PRESS forward and fear not ; the billows may 
 roll. 
 But the power of Jesus their rage can control ; 
 Though waves rise in anger, their tumult shall 
 
 cease ; 
 One word of His bidding shall hush them to peace. 
 
96 FJ^ESS FORWARD AND FEAR NOT. 
 
 Press forward and fear not ; though trial be near, 
 The Lord is our refuge — whom, then, shall we 
 
 fear? 
 His staff is our comfort, our safeguard His rod. 
 Then let us be steadfast, and trust in our God. 
 
 Press forward and fear not ; be strong in the 
 
 Lord, 
 In the power of His promise, the truth of His 
 
 word ; 
 Through the sea and the desert our pathway may 
 
 tend. 
 But He who has saved us will save to the end. 
 
 Press forward and fear not; we'll speed on our 
 
 way ; 
 Why should we e'er shrink from our path in dis- 
 may ? 
 We tread but the road which our Leader has 
 
 trod, 
 Then let us press forward and trust in our God. 
 
MY GOD, MY FATHER. 97 
 
 MY GOD. MY FATHER. 
 
 Matt. vi. 10. 
 
 MY God, my Father, while I stray- 
 Far from my home on life's rough way, 
 Oh teach me from my heart to say, 
 ^' Thy will be done," 
 
 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize — it ne'er was mine; 
 I only yield Thee what was Thine — 
 ''Thy will be done." 
 
 E'en if again I ne'er should see 
 The friend more dear than life to me. 
 Ere long we both shall be with Thee ; 
 '' Thy will be done." 
 
 Should pining sickness waste away 
 My life in premature decay, 
 My Father, still I strive to say, 
 
 " Thy will be done." 
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98 RESIGNA TION. 
 
 If but my fainting heart be blest 
 With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God, to Thee I leave the rest ; 
 ^' Thy will be done." 
 
 Renew my will from day to day. 
 Blend it with Thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say, 
 *' Thy will be done." 
 
 Then, when on earth I breathe no more 
 The prayer oft mix'd with tears before, 
 I'll sing upon a happier shore. 
 
 Thy will be done." 
 
 RESIGNATION. 
 
 WE will not weep, we will not sigh, 
 God bids us suffer patiently ; 
 He wills it, and we know not why, 
 
 But bless His name. 
 He in His love is always nigh. 
 Always the same. 
 
THE Y LEFT ALL. 99 
 
 Whate'er the cup Thy hand shall fill, 
 Father, we own Thy goodness still ; 
 Though pain and woe the spirit chill, 
 
 Though one by one 
 Our dearest hopes decay, 
 
 Thy will, not ours, be done. 
 
 Teach us Thy mandates to revere. 
 Wean the weak soul from things too dear, 
 And if still rise the struggling tear 
 
 At Thy decree. 
 Oh, let the spirit, wearied here. 
 
 Find rest in Thee. 
 
 THEY LEFT ALL AND FOLLOWED HIM. 
 
 WHAT poor despised company 
 Of travellers are these 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 Along that rugged maze ? 
 
 Ah, these are of a royal line. 
 All children of a King, 
 
100 THEY LEFT ALL. 
 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine ; 
 And lo, for joy they sing ! 
 
 Why do they, then, appear so mean, 
 And why so much despised ? 
 
 Because of their rich robes unseen 
 The world is not apprised. 
 
 But some of them seem poor, distressed, 
 
 And lacking daily bread ; 
 Yet they're of boundless wealth possess' d, 
 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
 Why do they shun the pleasing path 
 That worldlings love so well ? 
 
 Because that is the road to death. 
 The open way to hell. 
 
 But why keep they that narrow road. 
 
 That rugged, thorny maze? 
 Why, that's the way their Leader trod ; 
 
 They love to keep his ways. 
 
 What ! is there, then, no other road 
 
 To Salem's happy ground ? 
 Christ is the only way to God ; 
 
 No other can be found. 
 
ROCK OF AGES. IQI 
 
 ROCK OF AGES. 
 
 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ', 
 Let the water and the blood 
 From Thy riven side which flow'd. 
 Be of sin the double cure. 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 Not the labor of my hands 
 Can fulfil Thy law's demands : 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 All for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring. 
 Simply to Thy cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
 Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
 Foul, I to the Fountain fly : 
 Wash me. Saviour, or I die. 
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102 WALKING WITH GOD. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyelids close in death, 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee. 
 
 WALKING WITH GOD. 
 
 OH for a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame, 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and His word ? 
 
 What peaceful hours I once enjoy' d ! 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But they have left an aching void 
 
 The world can never fill ! 
 
WALKING WITH GOD. IO3 
 
 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sins that made Thee mourn 
 
 And drove Thee from my breast ! 
 
 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from Thy throne 
 
 And worship only Thee. 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
104 THE PURE HEART, 
 
 THE PURE HEART. 
 
 OH for a heart to praise the Lord — 
 A heart from guilt set free — 
 A heart thiat's sprinkled with the blood 
 So freely shed for me ! 
 
 A heart resign' d, submissive, meek — 
 
 My dear Redeemer's throne — 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus dwells alone. 
 
 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean, 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 
 From Him that dwells within. 
 
 A heart in every thought renew'd. 
 And fiU'd with love divine ; 
 
 Perfect and right, and pure and good — 
 A copy, Lord, of Thine. 
 
SOH^ YE BESIDE ALL WATERS. I05 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 Write Thy new name upon my heart — 
 
 Thy new best name of love. 
 
 SOW YE BESIDE ALL WATERS. 
 
 SOW ye beside all waters, 
 Where the dew of heaven may fall ; 
 Ye shall reap if ye be not weary, 
 For the Spirit breathes o'er all. 
 Sow, though the thorns may wound thee- 
 
 One wore the thorns for thee — 
 And though the cold world scorn thee, 
 Patient and hopeful be. 
 
 Sow ye beside all waters, 
 
 With a blessing and a prayer ; 
 Name Him whose hands uphold thee, 
 
 And sow ye everywhere. 
 Sow when the sunlight sheddeth 
 
 Its warm and cheering ray. 
 For the rain of heaven descendeth 
 
 When the sunbeams pass away. 
 
I06 SOJV YE BESIDE ALL WATERS. 
 
 Sow when the tempest lowers, 
 
 For calmer days may break, 
 And the seed in darkness nourished 
 
 A goodly plant may make. 
 Sow when the morning breaketh 
 
 In beauty o'er the land ; 
 And when the evening falleth, 
 
 Withhold not thou thine hand. 
 
 Sow though the rock repel thee 
 
 In its cold and sterile pride ; 
 Some cleft there may be riven 
 
 Where the little seed may hide. 
 Fear not, for some will flourish. 
 
 And, though the tares abound, 
 Like the willows by the waters 
 
 Will the scatter' d grain be found. 
 
 Work while the daylight lasteth. 
 
 Ere the shades of night come on ; 
 Ere the Lord of the vineyard cometh, 
 
 And the laborer's work is done. 
 Watch not the clouds above thee. 
 
 Let the wild winds round thee sweep ; 
 God may the seed-time give thee. 
 
 But another's hand may reap. 
 
A PSALM OF LIFE. 10/ 
 
 Have faith, though ne'er beholding 
 
 The seed burst from its tomb ; 
 Thou knowest not which may perish, 
 
 Or what be spared to bloom. 
 Room on the narrowest ridges 
 
 The ripen'd grain will find, 
 That the Lord of the harvest^ coming, 
 
 In the harvest- sheaves may bind. 
 
 A PSALM OF LIFE. 
 
 TELL me not in mournful numbers 
 '' Life is but an empty dream !" 
 For the soul is dead that slumbers. 
 And things are not what they seem. 
 
 Life is real ! life is earnest ! 
 
 And the grave is not its goal ; 
 Dust thou art, to dust returnest," 
 
 Was not spoken of the soul. 
 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow. 
 Is our destined end or way ; 
 
 But to act that each to-morrow 
 Finds us further than to-day. 
 
I08 A PSALM OF LIFE. 
 
 Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 
 
 And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
 
 Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
 Funeral marches to the grave. 
 
 In the world's broad field of battle. 
 
 In the bivouac of life, 
 Be not like dumb, driven cattle — 
 
 Be a hero in the strife ! 
 
 Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! 
 
 Let the dead Past bury its dead ! 
 Act — act in the living Present, 
 
 Heart within and God o'erhead ! 
 
 Lives of great men all remind us 
 We can make our lives sublime ; 
 
 And, departing, leave behind us 
 Footprints on the sands of time — 
 
 Footprints that perhaps another, 
 Sailing o'er life's solemn main — 
 
 A forlorn and shipwreck' d brother — 
 Seeing, shall take heart again. 
 
 Let us, then, be up and doing. 
 
 With a heart for any fate ; 
 Still achieving, still pursuing, 
 
 Learn to labor and to wait. 
 
"^^ WOULD SEE JESUS:' IO9 
 
 "WE WOULD SEE JESUS." 
 
 We would see Jesus." — John xii. 2] 
 
 ''TT7E would see Jesus" — for the shadows 
 
 VV lengthen 
 
 Across the little landscape of our life ; 
 ^'We would see Jesus," our weak faith to 
 strengthen 
 
 For the last weariness, the final strife. 
 
 '^We would see Jesus" — for life's hand hath 
 rested 
 With its dark touch upon both heart and 
 brow ; 
 And tho' our souls have many a billow breasted, 
 Others are rising in the distance now. 
 
 *' We would see Jesus " — the great Rock- founda- 
 tion 
 Whereon our feet we've set^by sovereign grace; 
 Not life nor death, with all their agitation, 
 
 Can thus remove us, if we see His face. 
 10 . 
 
no '']V£ WOULD SEE JESUS:' 
 
 ** We would see Jesus " — other lights are paling, 
 Which for long years we have rejoiced to see ; 
 
 The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing — 
 We would not mourn them, for we go to 
 Thee. 
 
 " We would see Jesus " — yet the spirit lingers 
 Round the dear object it has loved so long ; 
 And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its 
 fingers ; 
 Our love to Thee makes not this love less 
 strong. 
 
 ^' We would see Jesus " — sense is all too blind- 
 ing, 
 And heaven appears too dim, too far away ; 
 We would see Thee to gain a sweet reminding 
 That Thou hast promised our great debt to 
 pay. 
 
 ''We would see Jesus" — this is all we're need- 
 ing— 
 Strength, joy, and willingness come with the 
 sight ; 
 " We would see Jestts "—dying, risen, pleading ; 
 Then welcome, day, and farewell, mortal night ! 
 
KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD. Ill 
 
 KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD. 
 
 I'M kneeling at the threshold, weary, faint, and 
 sore. 
 Waiting for the dawning, for the opening of the 
 
 door — 
 Waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and 
 
 come 
 To the glory of His presence, to the gladness of 
 His home ! 
 
 A weary path I've travell'd, 'mid darkness, storm, 
 
 and strife ; 
 Bearing many a burden, struggling for my life ; 
 But now the morn is breaking, my toil will soon 
 
 be o'er — 
 I'm kneeling at the threshold, my hand is on the 
 
 door ! 
 
 Methinks I hear the voices of the blessed as they 
 
 stand 
 Singing in the sunshine in the far-off, sinless land ; 
 
112 KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD. 
 
 Oh, would that I were with them, amid their 
 
 shining throng, 
 Mingling in their worship, joining in their song ! 
 
 The friends that started with me have enter' d 
 
 long ago ; 
 One by one they left me struggling with the foe ; 
 Their pilgrimage was shorter, their triumph 
 
 sooner won ; 
 How lovingly they'll hail me when all my toil is 
 
 done ! 
 
 With them the blessed angels, that know no grief 
 
 or sin, 
 I see them by the portals, prepared to let me in. 
 O Lord, I wait Thy pleasure — Thy time and way 
 
 are best ; 
 But I'm wasted, worn, and weary — O Father, bid 
 
 me rest ! 
 
ONLY WAITING. II3 
 
 ONLY WAITING. 
 
 ONLY waiting till the shadows 
 Are a little longer grown ; 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 
 Of the day's last beam is flown ; 
 Till the night of earth is faded 
 
 From the heart, once full of day; 
 Till the stars of heaven are breaking 
 Through the twilight, soft and gray. 
 
 Only waiting till the reapers 
 
 Have the last sheaf gather' d home ; 
 For the summer time is faded — 
 
 For the autumn winds have come. 
 Quickly, reapers — gather quickly 
 
 The last ripe hours of my heart, 
 For the bloom of life is wither' d, 
 
 And I hasten to depart ! 
 
 Only waiting till the angels 
 Open wide the mystic gate, 
 
 10* H 
 
114 ONLY WAITING. 
 
 At whose feet I long have linger' d, ^ 
 Weary, poor, and desolate. 
 
 Even now I hear Thy footsteps. 
 And their voices far away ; 
 
 If they call me, I am waiting — 
 Only waiting to obey. 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows 
 
 Are a little longer grown ; 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 
 Of the day's last beam is flown. 
 Then, from out the gathering darkness, 
 
 Holy, deathless stars shall rise, 
 By whose light my soul shall gladly 
 
 Tread its pathway to the skies. 
 
PRAYER, 115 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
 Utter'd or unexpress'd — 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear, 
 The upward glancing of an eye 
 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath. 
 
 The Christian's native air. 
 His watchword in the hour of death ; 
 
 He enters heaven with prayer ! 
 
Il6 PRAYER. 
 
 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
 Returning from his ways, 
 
 While angels in their songs rejoice 
 And say, ^' Behold, he prays !" 
 
 In prayer on earth the saints are one 
 In word, in deed, in mind. 
 
 When with the Father and the Son 
 Sweet fellowship they find. 
 
 Nor prayer is made on earth alone — 
 
 The Holy Spirit pleads ; 
 And Jesus, on the eternal throne. 
 
 For sinners intercedes. 
 
 O Thou by whom we come to God — 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way— 
 
 The path of prayer Thyself hast trod- 
 Lord, teach us how to pray ! 
 
DIFFICUL TIES, 11/ 
 
 DIFFICULTIES. 
 
 *' 'T^HIS cannot be the rightful path," a youth- 
 
 A ful pilgnm said, 
 As, resting on a wayside stone, she bowed her 
 
 aching head ; 
 " So rough and toilsome an ascent, where thorns 
 
 distress my feet. 
 And where unlooked-for obstacles at every turn I 
 
 meet — 
 Where no green pastures glad the eye, nor cool- 
 ing waters flow. 
 And where no friendly guide-post marks the road 
 
 which I should go. 
 But all around looks strange and wild, untrodden 
 
 save by me. 
 Is this the path that leads me home ? Oh no, it 
 
 cannot be !" 
 
 As thus she mournfully complained a cheering 
 
 voice was heard. 
 Soothing and gentle as the breeze with which the 
 
 leaves are stirr'd ; 
 
1 1 8 DIFFICUL TIES. 
 
 *' O sorrowing maiden, lift thy head, repress thy 
 burning tears, 
 
 And hush for ever in thy heart these sad com- 
 plaints and fears. 
 
 Footsore and faint thou sittest here, dishearten'd 
 and dismay' d 
 
 By just those very aspects which, with keener 
 glance survey' d. 
 
 Would stimulate thy languid march, and freshen- 
 ing hopes excite. 
 
 For difficulties in thy path betoken thou art 
 right j 
 
 ^' Because the only path to peace through care 
 and conflict lies ; 
 
 Undaunted those must onward press who hope 
 to win the prize. 
 
 Hard seems the struggle now, but know that 
 discipline like this 
 
 Develops and augments thy powers, and height- 
 ens future bliss. 
 
 Rise, be courageous ! force thy way through all 
 that may oppose, 
 
 And soon the rest thou longest for, thine arduous 
 race shall close ; 
 
DIFFICUL TIES. 1 1 9 
 
 And with surprise thou then wilt read, in bygone 
 toil and strife, 
 
 The presage of serener hours, with joy and glad- 
 ness rife." 
 
 Was it an angel form which in that maiden's 
 path appear' d ? 
 
 Was it an angel voice which thus her downcast 
 spirit cheered ? 
 
 It matters not ; I only know no angel could have 
 brought 
 
 A happier message than the truth thus oppor- 
 tunely taught ; 
 
 And she, with lightened heart and step, and fail- 
 ing strength renew' d, 
 
 O'er rugged roads and mountain-steeps her pil- 
 grimage pursued. 
 
 Content — nay, glad — to toil and climb, though 
 oftentimes oppress' d. 
 
 Since she was in the path that led to victory and 
 rest. 
 
I20 THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE IN SORROW, 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE IN SORROW. 
 
 SAVIOUR, in this my day of pressing nead 
 I fly to Thee for shelter and support ; 
 I know Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, 
 Nor spurn me from Thy presence. Thou hast 
 taught 
 The weak and desolate to seek relief in prayer, 
 And in this hour of grief I look to find it there. 
 
 I dare not cease to hope when Thou art near, 
 Though earthly happiness seems past and 
 gone — 
 
 Though now the world looks like a desert drear, 
 And I am left to find my way alone. 
 
 Alone ! It cannot be, dear Lord, if I have Thee, 
 
 For Thou art better far than all the world to me. 
 
 Forgive me, Lord — forgive me for the sin 
 Which caused this heavy chastisement to fall ! 
 
 A weak idolater I own I've been — 
 
 I own my ''wanderings have procured" it all; 
 
 And, though my fondest hopes lie buried in the 
 dust, 
 
 I can but bow, O Lord, and feel the sentence just. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE IN SORROW. 121 
 
 Better, far better, Thou shouldst punish me. 
 Than leave me still unheeded to go on, 
 
 And madly wander more and more from Thee, 
 Till every thought of heaven at last were gone. 
 
 Better, O Lord, I own, to suffer tenfold grief. 
 
 Than Thou shouldst leave me thus alone in un- 
 belief. 
 
 But, Saviour, though Thou hast recall'd Thy 
 
 child, 
 And led me trembling to Thy cross once 
 
 more — 
 Though Thou hast made me hear Thy accents 
 
 mild. 
 And, for a time, my wanderings are o'er — 
 Yet oh be pleased to hold me firmly in Thy way, 
 Or soon again I feel my treacherous heart will 
 
 stray. 
 
 I cannot keep myself from idols, Lord ; 
 
 They rear their heads on every side around ; 
 And Thou hast taught me from Thy holy word 
 
 That in the heart they are too often found ; 
 In mercy. Saviour, from these idols set me free. 
 And give me grace and power henceforth to live 
 to Thee ! 
 li 
 
122 WRITTEN IN ILLNESS. 
 
 WRITTEN IN ILLNESS. 
 
 My meditation of Him shall be sweet." — Ps. civ. 34. 
 
 WHEN languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, 
 And long to fly away ; 
 
 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 The whispers of His love ; 
 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above ; 
 
 Sweet to look back and see my name 
 In life's fair book set down ; 
 
 Sweet to look forward and behold 
 Eternal joys my own ; 
 
 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 
 
 My sins on Jesus laid j 
 Sweet to remember that His blood 
 
 My debt of sufferings paid ; 
 
WRITTEN IN II I NESS. 1 23 
 
 Sweet on His righteousness to stand, 
 Which saves from second death ; 
 
 Sweet to experience day by day 
 His Spirit's quickening breath ] 
 
 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest 
 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 Sweet on His covenant of grace 
 
 For all things to depend ; 
 
 Sweet in the confidence of faith 
 
 To trust His firm decrees ; 
 Sweet to lie passive in His hand 
 
 And know no will but His ; 
 
 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope 
 That when my change shall come, 
 
 Angels shall hover round my bed 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 Then shall my disimprison' d soul 
 
 View Jesus and adore — 
 Be with His likeness satisfied, 
 
 And grieve and sin no more. 
 
 If such the views which grace unfolds. 
 
 Weak as it is below, 
 What rapture must the Church above 
 
 In Jesus' presence know ! 
 
124 GRIEF FOR DEPARTED FRIENDS. 
 
 If such the sweetness of the stream, 
 What must the Fountain be, 
 
 Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
 Immediately from Thee ! 
 
 Oh may the unction of these truths 
 
 For ever with me stay, 
 Till, from her sinful cage dismissed. 
 
 My spirit flies away ! 
 
 GRIEF FOR DEPARTED FRIENDS. 
 
 IT is not when the parting breath we watch 
 with anxious heart, 
 It is not in the hour of death, when those we 
 
 love depart ; 
 Nor yet when, 'laid upon the bier, we follow 
 
 slow the corse. 
 Which leads us to their dwelling low, that most 
 we feel their loss. 
 
 When past the last and solemn rites, and dust 
 
 to dust hath gone, 
 And in its wonted channel'd course the stream 
 
 of life flows on, 
 
GRIEF FOR DEPARTED FRIENDS. 12$ 
 
 Ah, who can tell how drear the space once held 
 
 by those most dear, 
 When well-known scenes which they have loved, 
 
 and all but they, are here ! 
 
 This deep, this heartfelt loneliness, this quietness 
 
 of grief. 
 Falls heavier on our hours of joy than tempests 
 
 strong but brief. 
 Though whirlwinds tear the blossoms fair, yet 
 
 still the stem may thrive. 
 While a cold season's withering blight scarce 
 
 leaves the root alive. 
 
 But as our earthly pleasures fade, if plants of 
 
 heavenly peace 
 Spring in our bosom's wilderness and, nurtured 
 
 there, increase ; 
 In humble hope and holy fear our minds will 
 
 learn to prove 
 That " smitten friends are angels sent on errands 
 
 full of love." 
 
 Then seek not hours of sober grief or sorrowing 
 
 thought to shun. 
 Until our hearts are brought, in truth, to say, 
 
 "Thy will be done!" 
 
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126 EXTRACT. 
 
 And grateful love for strokes like these our hearts 
 
 to God may warm — 
 Perhaps He saw the gathering cloud, and housed 
 
 them from the storm. 
 
 If in His own good time and way He shelter 
 these from ill, 
 
 And in His mercy bless the blow to those re- 
 maining still, 
 
 May we not hope to join in heaven the song the 
 blessed raise? — 
 
 Almighty God and King of Saints, how just and 
 true Thy ways ! 
 
 EXTRACT. 
 
 '' Tl THATEVER passes as a cloud between 
 •V The mental eye of faith and things un- 
 seen. 
 Causing that brighter world to disappear, 
 Or seem less lovQly, or its hope less dear, — 
 This is our world, our idol^ though it bear 
 Affection's impress or devotion's air." 
 
FINISH THY WORK. 12/ 
 
 FINISH THY WORK. 
 
 FINISH thy work ; the time is short 
 The sun is in the west, 
 The night is coming down ; till then 
 Think not of rest. 
 
 Yes, finish all thy work, then rest ; 
 
 Till then, rest never ; 
 The rest prepared for thee by God 
 Is rest for ever. 
 
 Finish thy work ; then wipe thy brow, 
 
 Ungird thee from thy toil, 
 Take breath, and from each weary limb 
 Shake off the soil. 
 
 Finish thy work ; then sit thee down 
 
 On some celestial hill. 
 And of its strength-reviving air 
 Take thou thy fill. 
 
128 BRO THERE Y EOVE AND UNITY. 
 
 Finish thy work ; then go in peace, 
 
 Life's battle fought and won ; 
 Hear from the throne thy Master's voice 
 "Well done! well done !" 
 
 Finish thy work ; then take thy harp — 
 
 Give praise to God above ; 
 Sing a new song of thankful joy 
 And endless love. 
 
 Give thanks to Him who held thee up 
 
 In all thy path below, 
 Who made thee faithful to the death, 
 And crowns thee now. 
 
 BROTHERLY LOVE AND UNITY. 
 
 JESUS, Lord, we look to Thee, 
 Let us in Thy name agree ; 
 Show thyself the Prince of Peace- 
 Bid our jars for ever cease. 
 
BR O THERL Y LOVE A ATD UNIT Y. 120 
 
 By Thy reconciling love 
 Every stumbling-block remove ; 
 Each to each unite, endear — 
 Come and spread Thy banner here. 
 
 Make us of one heart and mind — 
 Courteous, pitiful, and kind ; 
 Lowly, meek in thought and word, — 
 Altogether like our Lord. 
 
 Let us each for other care. 
 Each the other's burden bear ; 
 To Thy church the pattern give, 
 Show how true believers live. 
 
 Free from anger and from pride, 
 Let us thus in God abide ; 
 All the depths of love express, 
 All the heights of holiness. 
 
 Let us, then, with joy remove 
 To the family above ; 
 On the wings of angels fly ; 
 Show how true believers die. 
 
I^^U . GOD THE PROVIDER. 
 
 GOD THE PROVIDER. 
 
 My God shall supply all your need, according to His 
 riches in glory by Christ Jesus." 
 
 WHO shall tell our untold need, 
 Deeply felt, though scarcely known ? 
 Who the hungering soul can feed, 
 
 Guard, and guide, but God alone ? 
 Blessed promise ! while we see 
 Earthly friends must powerless be. 
 Earthly fountains quickly dry, 
 God shall all your need supply. 
 
 He hath said it, so we know 
 
 Nothing less can we receive ; 
 Oh that thankful love may glow 
 
 While we restfully believe ! 
 Ask not how, but trust Him still ; 
 Ask not when, but wait His will ; 
 Simply on His word rely — 
 God shall all your need supply. 
 
GOD THE PROVIDER. I3I 
 
 Through the whole of life's long way, 
 Outward, inward need we trace — 
 
 Need arising day by day — 
 
 Patience, wisdom, strength, and grace. 
 
 Needing Jesus most of all. 
 
 Full of need, on Him we call ; 
 
 Then how gracious His reply, 
 
 God shall all your need supply ' ' ! 
 
 Great our need, but greater far 
 
 Is our Father's loving power ; 
 He upholds each mighty star. 
 
 He unfolds each tiny flower ; 
 He who numbers every hair. 
 Earnest of His faithful care, 
 Gave His Son for us to die : 
 God shall all you7' need supply. 
 
 Yet we often vainly plead 
 
 For a fancied good denied — 
 What we deemed a pressing need 
 
 Still remaining unsupplied. 
 Yet, from dangers all conceal' d, 
 Thus our wisest Friend doth shield ; 
 No good thing will He deny — 
 God shall all your need supply. 
 
132 GOD THE PROVIDER. 
 
 Can we count redemption's treasure, 
 
 Scan the glory of God's love ? 
 Such shall be the boundless measure 
 
 Of His blessings from above. 
 All we ask or think — and more — 
 He will give in bounteous store ; 
 He can fill and satisfy — 
 God shall all your need supply. 
 
 One, the Channel, deep and broad, 
 
 From the Fountain of the Throne- 
 Christ the Saviour, Son of God — 
 
 Blessings flow through Him alone. 
 He, the Faithful and the True, 
 Brings us mercies ever new, 
 Till we reach His home on high — 
 God shall all your need supply. 
 
THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE, 1 33 
 
 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 
 
 TO weary hearts and mourning homes 
 God's meekest angel gently comes. 
 No power has he to banish pain, 
 Or give us back our lost again ; 
 And yet in tenderest love our dear, 
 Our heavenly Father sends him here. 
 
 There's quiet in that angel's glance. 
 There's rest in his still countenance \ 
 He mocks no grief with idle cheer. 
 Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; 
 What ills and woes he may not cure. 
 He kindly trains us to endure. 
 
 Angel of Patience ! sent to calm 
 Our feverish brows with cooling balm ; 
 To lay the storms of hope and fear, 
 And reconcile life's smile and tear ; 
 The throbs of wounded pride to still. 
 And make our own our Father's will! 
 
 O thou who raournest on thy way, 
 With longings for the close of day. 
 
134 MY LIFE'S REFRESHING SPRINGS. 
 
 He walks with thee, that angel kind, 
 And gently whispers, *' Be resign' d ; 
 Bear up, bear on ; the end shall tell 
 The dear Lord ordereth all things well !' 
 
 SOURCE OF MY LIFE'S REFRESHING 
 SPRINGS. 
 
 " Thou maintainest my lot." — Psalm xvi. 5. 
 
 SOURCE of my life's refreshing springs — 
 Whose presence in my heart sustains me- 
 Thy love appoints me pleasant things. 
 Thy mercy orders all that pains me. 
 
 If loving hearts were never lonely. 
 If all they wish might always be. 
 
 Accepting what they look for only, — 
 They might be glad, but not in Thee. 
 
 Well may Thy own beloved, who see 
 In all their lot their Father's pleasure, 
 
 Bear loss of all they love, save Thee, 
 Their living, everlasting treasure. 
 
"COULDST THO U NO T WA TCHr 1 3 5 
 
 Well may Thy happy children cease 
 From restless wishes prone to sin, 
 
 And, in Thy own exceeding peace. 
 Yield to Thy daily discipline. 
 
 We need as much the cross we bear 
 As air we breathe, as light we see ; 
 
 It draws us to Thy side in prayer. 
 It binds us to our strength in Thee. 
 
 COULDST THOU NOT WATCH WITH 
 ME ONE HOUR?" 
 
 THE night was dark ; behold, the shade was 
 deeper 
 In the old garden of Gethsemane, 
 When that still voice awoke the weary sleeper : 
 '' Couldst thou not watch one hour alone with 
 Me?" 
 
 O thou so weary of thy self-denials. 
 And so impatient of thy little cross. 
 
 Is it so hard to bear thy daily trials. 
 
 And count all earthly things a gainful loss ? 
 
136 ''COULD ST THOU NOT WATCH?" 
 
 What if thou always suffer tribulation, 
 
 And if thy Christian warfare never cease ? 
 
 The gaining of the quiet habitation 
 Will gather thee to everlasting jjeace. 
 
 But here we all must suffer, walking lowly 
 The path that Jesus once Himself hath gone ; 
 
 Watch thou in patience thro' this one hour only — 
 This one dark hour before the eternal dawn. 
 
 The captive's oar may pause upon the galley, 
 The soldier sleep before his plumed crest. 
 
 And peace may fold her wing o'er hill and valley. 
 But thou, O Christian, may'st not take thy 
 rest. 
 
 Thou must walk on, however man upbraid thee. 
 With Him who trod the wine-press all alone \ 
 
 Thou may'st not find one human hand to aid 
 thee. 
 One human soul to comprehend thy own. 
 
 Heed not the images that may be thronging 
 From out the foregone life thou livest no more; 
 
 Faint-hearted mariner ! still art thou longing 
 For the dim line of the receding shore ? 
 
''COULD ST THOU NOT WATCH r 1 3/ 
 
 Wilt thou find rest of soul in thy returning 
 To that old path thou hast so vainly trod ? 
 
 Hast thou forgotten all thy weary yearning 
 To walk among the children of thy God — 
 
 Faithful and steadfast in their consecration, 
 Living to that high faith, to thee so dim. 
 
 Declaring before God their dedication. 
 So far from thee, because so near to Him ? 
 
 Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription? — 
 *' Behold, we count them happy which en- 
 dure." 
 
 What treasure wouldst thou in the land Egyptian 
 Repass the stormy waters to secure ? 
 
 And wilt thou yield thy sure and glorious promise 
 For the poor fleeting joys earth can afford? 
 
 No hand can take away the treasure from us. 
 That rests within the keeping of the Lord. 
 
 Poor wandering soul ! I know that thou art 
 seeking 
 An easier way, as all have done before. 
 To silence the reproachful inward speaking — 
 Some landward path unto an island shore. 
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138 ^'COULDST THOU NOT WATCH r 
 
 The cross is heavy to the outward measure, 
 The way too narrow for thy inward pride ; 
 
 Thou canst not lay thy intellectual treasure 
 At the low footstool of the Crucified. 
 
 Oh that thy faithless soul but one hour only 
 Would comprehend the Christian's perfect 
 life- 
 Despised with Jesus, sorrowful and lowly, 
 Yet calmly pressing upward in its strife ! 
 
 For poverty and self-renunciation 
 
 The Father yieldeth back a thousand-fold ; 
 
 In the calm stillness of regeneration 
 Cometh a joy they never knew of old. 
 
 In meek obedience to the heavenly Teacher 
 The weary soul can only find its peace, 
 
 Seeking no aid from any human creature, 
 Looking to God alone for its release. 
 
 And He will come in His own time and power. 
 To set His earnest-hearted children free \ 
 
 Watch only through this dark and painful hour, 
 And the bright morning yet will break for thee. 
 
THE CHILD OF THE LORD. 1 39 
 
 THE CHILD OF THE LORD. 
 
 HOW bless' d is the child of the Lord 
 When taught of the Father to run, 
 When led by the light of His word, 
 And cheer' d by the beams of His sun ! 
 
 He listens with fear and delight 
 To hear what the Master shall say ; 
 
 He sleeps in His bosom all night, 
 And walks in His love all the day. 
 
 Though terrors may compass him round, 
 And wildly the tempest may blow ; 
 
 He fears not ; the Rock he has found — 
 That Rock he will never forego. 
 
 'Tis true that his pilgrimage here 
 Is checker' d with sorrows and fears ; 
 
 'Tis true that the cross he must bear. 
 And weep in this valley of tears : 
 
I40 THE CHILD OF THE LORD. 
 
 But patience, submission, and love 
 Can sweeten the bitterest hours ; 
 
 And hope, from the heaven above. 
 
 Still shines when the hurricane lowers. 
 
 Temptation, 'tis true, will assail, 
 
 And trial without and within. 
 And deeply his soul must bewail 
 
 For inward corruption and sin ; 
 
 But the rags he once counted his own 
 Are consumed in celestial flame. 
 
 And a mantle is over him thrown, 
 
 Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb. 
 
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''THOU KNOWEST ALL THINGSr I4I 
 
 WE AJIE SURE THOU KNOWEST ALL 
 THINGS." 
 
 THOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and 
 sorrow 
 Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest — 
 Cares for to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, 
 
 Blessings implored, and sins to be confess'd ; 
 I come before Thee at Thy gracious word, 
 And lay them at Thy feet. Thou knowest, Lord. 
 
 Thou knowest all the past — how long and blindly 
 On the dark mountains the lost sheep had 
 strayed ; 
 How the Good Shepherd followed, and how 
 kindly 
 He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid, 
 And heal'd the bleeding wounds and soothed 
 
 the pain. 
 And brought back life and hope and strength 
 again. 
 
 Thou knowest all the present — each temptation. 
 Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear ; 
 
142 "THOU KNOWEST ALL THLNGSr 
 
 All to myself assigned of tribulation, 
 
 Or to beloved ones, than self more dear ; 
 All pensive memories, as I journey on ; 
 Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone. 
 
 Thou knowest all the future — gleams of gladness 
 By stormy clouds too quickly overcast ; 
 
 Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness, 
 And the dark river to be cross' d at last. 
 
 Oh, what could hope and confidence afford . 
 
 To tread that path but this : Thou knowest, Lord ! 
 
 Thou knowest not alone as God, all-knowing ; 
 
 As man our mortal weakness Thou hast proved ; 
 On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, 
 
 O Saviour, Thou hast wept and Thou hast 
 loved ; 
 And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, 
 And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home. 
 
 Therefore I come. Thy gentle call obeying. 
 And lay my sins and sorrows at Thy feet, 
 
 On everlasting strength my weakness staying. 
 Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete ; 
 
 Then, rising and refresh' d, I leave Thy throne, 
 
 And follow on to know as I am known ! 
 
LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 1 43 
 
 LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 
 
 Written after witnessing Friends' marriage ceremony. 
 
 LOVING and faithful, even unto death ! 
 Well may it falter, 
 The lip, this solemn promise as it saith 
 
 Before that altar. 
 Where, o'er the trembling covenanters, lean 
 Recording Angel and High Priest unseen. 
 
 Loving and faithful, what is it to be, 
 
 Now and for ever ? 
 The heart is asking as it puts to sea. 
 
 To turn back never, 
 If it can keep the promise of to-day 
 In its full meaning — sacred and alway. 
 
 Loving and faithful, while a boundless reach 
 
 Of spotless azure 
 O'erarches hearts too full for common speech 
 
 Their bliss to measure ; 
 Loving and faithful, when the first clouds lie 
 In rolls of silver'd fleece along the sky. 
 
144 LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 
 
 Loving and faithful, while existence fills 
 
 With joy o'erflowing, 
 While in their faces sweet airs from the hills 
 
 Of morn are blowing ; 
 And when loud storm-winds have their own wild 
 
 will, 
 Wrapping their vow around them closer still. 
 
 Loving, and faithful, through the common lot, 
 
 Rejoicing, weeping — 
 Whether in palace home or humble cot 
 
 Their high trust keeping. 
 And when life's daily wear to life shall bring 
 The spots that round poor human nature cling. 
 
 Loving and faithful, through the spirit's strife. 
 
 On heights, in hollows. 
 In lonely by-ways, struggling for its life 
 
 Where no eye follows ; 
 In earnest wrestling with its household foes. 
 How many, and how strong, One only knows. 
 
 I had been reading in the life of two — 
 
 A sire and mother — 
 Whom change and care and sorrow nearer drew 
 
 To one another — 
 
LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 1 45 
 
 Closer and closer, till the winter sod 
 
 Lay on his breast whose soul went up to God. 
 
 They shared together many a bitter cup 
 
 And tear-wet pillow, 
 But each the other's sinking head bore up 
 
 O'er wave and billow ; 
 For they had pitched their tent with faith-lit eyes, 
 One window opening toward Paradise. 
 
 And there they often sat at eve, and read 
 
 Alone together, 
 Or watching, when dark days were overhead 
 
 And stormy weather, 
 The far blue hills which earth and heaven divide, 
 Tipp'd with the glory of the inner side. 
 
 They had their sunny days, and simple joys. 
 
 And fireside pleasures. 
 And gifts of merry-hearted girls and boys 
 
 For household treasures. 
 These grew and left them. Children's children 
 
 came 
 Back, with the mother's looks and father's name. 
 
 Then tiny feet went pattering all about 
 The empty places — 
 
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146 LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 
 
 Recover'd sunbeams, peeping in and out — 
 
 Their sweet round faces, 
 And loving ways, and little clinging arms. 
 To care and toil perpetual counter-charms. 
 
 They had their friends — the warm, the tried, the 
 true — 
 
 Some great, some lowly ; 
 Their unassuming goodness round them drew 
 
 The pure, the holy ; 
 Sweet singers came, and saints' ascending prayers 
 Their low-roof d dwelling filled with odorous 
 airs. • 
 
 Their hearthstone was a broad and pleasant space 
 
 Where many mingled, 
 Where none for honor and the highest place 
 
 Apart were singled ; 
 This their example has bequeathed for others — 
 The children of one Father, all are brothers. 
 
 And as their souls' lives glided into one. 
 The tie that bound them 
 
 Seem'd lovelier with each day's duty done, 
 To those around them ; 
 
LOVING AND FAITHFUL. 1 47 
 
 The bridal-ring grew brighter and more bright, 
 As on they journeyed with the sons of light. 
 
 They had the Christian's fare — hard, rugged 
 steeps 
 
 To travel over ; 
 But He, whose faithful ones He ever keeps 
 
 Safe under cover. 
 Shook down upon them from its crystal lining 
 The healing of His wings, above them shining. 
 
 Age brought them sicknesses and silver hairs, 
 
 But morn and even 
 Still found them higher up the narrow stairs 
 
 That wind to heaven. 
 Just at the landing they miss'd one another : 
 God parted them, the father and the mother. 
 
 From the hush'd chamber where the dying lay 
 
 Sweet rose their hymning ; 
 The tears from her meek eyes he wiped away. 
 
 His own fast dimming : 
 "We thank Thee, Father, that our souls can see 
 No shadow on the path that leads to Thee." 
 
 By the sick father sat the aged mother. 
 Watching and bending 
 
148 THE CHANGED CROSS. 
 
 O'er him with love he counted like no other, 
 
 To the still ending. 
 It found them, with clasp' d hands and mingling 
 
 breath. 
 Loving and faithful, even unto death. 
 
 THE CHANGED CROSS. 
 
 IT was a time of sadness, and my heart, 
 Although it knew and loved the better part. 
 Felt wearied with the conflict and the strife. 
 And all the needful discipline of life. 
 
 And while I thought of these as given to me 
 My trial-tests of faith and love to be, 
 It seemed as if I never could be sure 
 That faithful to the end I should endure. 
 
 And thus, no longer trusting to His might 
 Who says, ^' We walk by faith, and not by sight,' 
 Doubting, and almost yielding to despair, 
 The thought arose, *' My cross I cannot bear ! 
 
THE CHANGED CROSS. 1 49 
 
 '^ Far heavier its weight must surely be 
 Than those of others which I daily see ; 
 Oh, if I might another burden choose, 
 Methinks I should not fear my crown to lose." 
 
 A solemn silence reign'd on all around ; 
 E'en Nature's voices utter'd not a sound ; 
 The evening shadows seem'd of peace to tell, 
 And sleep upon my weary spirit fell. 
 
 A moment's pause, and then a heavenly light 
 Beam'd full upon my wondering, raptured sight ; 
 Angels on silvery wings seem'd everywhere. 
 And angels' music thrill' d the balmy air. 
 
 Then One, more fair than all the rest to see — 
 One to whom all the others bow'd the knee — 
 Came gently to me as I trembling lay. 
 And ''Follow Me," He said ; "I am the Way." 
 
 Then, speaking thus. He led me far above, 
 And there, beneath a canopy of love. 
 Crosses of divers shape and size were seen. 
 Larger and smaller than mine own had been. 
 
 And one there was most beauteous to behold — 
 A little one, with jewels set in gold. 
 13 * 
 
150 THE CHANGED CROSS. 
 
 Ah, this, methought, I can with comfort wear, 
 For it will be an easy one to bear. 
 
 And so the little cross I quickly took. 
 But all at once my frame beneath it shook ; 
 The sparkling jewels, fair were they to see. 
 But far too heavy was their weight for me. 
 
 "This may not be !" I cried, and looked again, 
 To see if any there could ease my pain ; 
 But one by one I pass'd them slowly by. 
 Till on a lovely one I cast my eye. 
 
 Fair flowers around its sculptured form entwin'd, 
 And grace and beauty seemed in it combined. 
 Wondering I gazed, and still I wondered more. 
 To think so many should have pass'd it o'er. 
 
 But oh, that form so beautiful to see 
 Soon made its hidden sorrows known to me ; 
 Thorns lay beneath those flowers and colors fair ; 
 Sorrowing I said, " This cross I may not bear.'* 
 
 And so it was with each and all around — 
 Not one to suit my need could there be found ; 
 Weeping, I laid each heavy burden down. 
 As my guide gently said, " No cross, no crown.'* 
 
THE CHANGED CJ^OSS. 151 
 
 At length, to Him I raised my sadden'd heart — 
 He knew its sorrows, bid its doubts depart ; 
 *' Be not afraid," He said, " but trust in Me ; 
 My perfect love shall now be shown to thee." 
 
 And then, with lighten' d eyes and willing feet, 
 Again I turn'd my earthly cross to meet — 
 With forward footsteps, turning not aside. 
 For fear some hidden evil might betide ; 
 
 And there, in the prepared, appointed way, 
 Listening to hear and ready to obey, 
 A cross I quickly found of plainest form. 
 With only words of love inscribed thereon. 
 
 With thankfulness I raised it from the rest. 
 And joyfully acknowledged it the best — 
 The only one of all the many there 
 That I could feel was good for me to bear. 
 
 And while I thus my chosen one confess'd, 
 I saw a heavenly brightness on it rest ; 
 And as I bent, my burden to sustain, 
 I jjecognized my own old cross again ! 
 
 But oh how different did it seem to be. 
 Now I had learn' d its preciousness to see ! 
 
152 BE THOU CONTENT. 
 
 No longer could I unbelieving say, 
 '' Perhaps another is a better way." 
 
 Ah, no ! henceforth my one desire shall be. 
 That He who knows me best should choose for 
 
 me ; 
 And so, whate'er His love sees good to send, 
 I'll trust it's best, because He knows the end. 
 
 BE THOU CONTENT. 
 
 " Therefore, take no thought, saying, What shall we eat, 
 or what shall we drink ? ... for your heavenly Father 
 knoweth that ye have need of all these things." 
 
 BE thou content ; be still before 
 His face, at whose right hand doth reign 
 Fulness and joy for evermore. 
 
 Without whom all thy joy is vain. 
 He is thy living Spring, thy Sun, whose rays 
 
 Make glad with life and light thy dreary days ; 
 
 n 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 In Him is comfort, light, and grace, 
 
 And changeless love beyond our thought ; 
 
BE THOU CONTENT. 1 53 
 
 The sorest pang, the worst disgrace, 
 
 If He be there, shall harm thee not ; 
 He can lift off thy cross, and loose thy bands. 
 And calm thy fears — nay, death is in His hands. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Or art thou friendless and alone? 
 
 Hast none in whom thou canst confide ? 
 God careth for thee, lonely one, 
 
 Comfort and help He will provide ; 
 He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief, 
 He knoweth when to send thee quick relief. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows. 
 Thy secret sighs He hears full well ; 
 
 What to none else thou dar'st disclose. 
 To Him thou may'st with boldness tell; 
 
 He is not far away, but ever nigh. 
 
 And answereth willingly the poor man's cry. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Be not o'ermaster'd by thy pain, 
 
 But cling to Christ — thou shalt not fall ; 
 
 The floods sweep over thee in vain — 
 Thou yet shalt rise above them all ; 
 
154 ^E. THOU CONTENT. 
 
 For when thy trial seems too hard to bear, 
 Lo, God thy King hath granted all thy prayer ! 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Why art thou full of anxious fear 
 
 How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed ? 
 
 He who hath made and placed thee here 
 Will give thee needful daily bread. 
 
 Canst thou not trust His rich and bounteous hand 
 
 Who feeds all living things on sea and land? 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 He who doth teach the little birds 
 To find their meat in field and wood, 
 
 Who gives the countless fields and herds 
 Each day their needful drink and food, 
 
 Thy hunger too will surely satisfy, 
 
 And all thy wants in His good time supply. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Say' St thou, "I know not how or where — 
 
 No help I see where'er I turn " ? 
 When of all else we most despair. 
 
 The riches of God's love we learn ; 
 When thou and I His hand no longer trace. 
 He leads us forth into a pleasant place. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
BE TJ/OfJ CONTENT. I$5 
 
 Though long His promised aid delay, 
 
 At last it will be surely sent ; 
 Though thy heart sink in sore disnnay, 
 
 The trial for thy good is meant. 
 What we have won with pains we hold more fast — 
 What tarrieth long is sweeter at the last. 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 Lay not to heart whate'er of ill 
 
 Thy foes may falsely speak of thee ; 
 
 Let man defame thee as he will — 
 God hears, and judges righteously. 
 
 Why shouldst thou fear ''if God be on thy side) 
 
 Man's cruel anger or malicious pride ? 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 We know for us a rest remains. 
 
 When God will give us sweet release 
 
 From earth and all our mortal chains, 
 And turn our sufferings into peace. 
 
 Sooner or later death will surely come 
 
 To end our sorrows and to take us home ; 
 Be thou content ! 
 
156 THINE IS A GRIEF, 
 
 THINE IS A GRIEF. 
 
 To Joseph Sturge, on the Death of his Sister. 
 
 THINE is a grief the depths of which another 
 May never know ; 
 Yet o'er the waters, O my stricken brother ! 
 To thee I go. 
 
 I lean my heart unto thee, sadly folding 
 
 Thy hand in mine. 
 With even the weakness of my soul upholding 
 
 The strength of thine. 
 
 I never knew, like thee, the dear departed ; 
 
 I stood not by 
 When in calm trust the pure and tranquil-hearted 
 
 Lay down to die ; 
 
 And on thy ear my words of weak condoling 
 
 Musi vainly fall ; 
 The funeral-bell which in thy heart is tolling 
 
 Sounds over all. 
 
THINE IS A GRIEF. 1 57 
 
 I will notmock thee with the poor world's common 
 
 And heartless phrase, 
 Nor wrong the memory of a sainted woman 
 
 With idle praise. 
 
 With silence only as their benediction 
 
 God's angels come, 
 Where, in the shadow of a great affliction. 
 
 The soul sits dumb. 
 
 Yet I would say what thy own heart approveth : 
 
 Our Father's will. 
 Calling to Him the dear one whom He loveth, 
 
 Is mercy still. 
 
 Not upon thee or thine the solemn angel 
 
 Hath evil wrought ; 
 Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel — 
 
 The good die not ! 
 
 God calls our loved ones ; but we lose not wholly 
 
 What He hath given : 
 They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly 
 
 As in His heaven. 
 
 And she is with thee. In thy path of trial 
 
 She walketh yet : 
 Still with the baptism of thy self-denial 
 
 Her locks are wet. 
 
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158 WILLIAM FORSTER. 
 
 Up, then, my brother ! lo, the fields of harvest 
 
 Lie white in view ! 
 She lives and loves thee, and the God thou 
 servest 
 
 To both is true. 
 
 Thrust in thy sickle ! England's toil-worn peasants 
 
 Thy call abide ; 
 And she thou mourn'st — a pure and holy 
 presence — 
 
 Shall glean beside ! 
 
 WILLIAM FORSTER. 
 
 LAID to thy rest amid the mighty mountains 
 That, calm and stable, symbolize thy soul ; 
 Sleeping in peace, where streams from living 
 fountains — 
 Types of thy spirit — in their clearness roll ; 
 
 Leaving life's labor for its full fruition, 
 Still bearing meekly in thy faithful hand 
 
 The high credentials of thy human mission, 
 Whose glorious ending is the better land, — 
 
WILLIAM FORSTER. 1 59 
 
 Thine earnest pleading for the bound and broken 
 Falleth like music on that other sphere ; 
 
 Half on the earth and half in heaven 'twas spoken, 
 Bringing the bondsman and the angels near. 
 
 Slowly receding, in thine act of pleading, 
 
 From the poor sufferers whom thou sought to 
 save, 
 
 Their blessing, resting on thy interceding. 
 Hangs like a halo o'er thy lonely grave. 
 
 And, streaming onward through the narrow portal. 
 Breaks like the morning in the shadowy tomb. 
 
 Lighting the first steps of thy march immortal 
 To joy and triumph from the chill and gloom ; 
 
 While from the verge of earth loved voices 
 ringing 
 Far through the valley, luminous as day. 
 Herald thy coming to the angels' singing. 
 
 Whose strains of welcome meet thee half the 
 way. 
 
 There they shall greet thee whom thy labors lifted 
 From the low places of their human life. 
 
 Who but for thee o'er the wild seas had drifted 
 Outward afar, or perished in the strife, — 
 
l6o ''PR A V AND wait:' 
 
 The lone Pariah round the true Shekinah, 
 With the poor toilsman of thy native land, 
 
 The Slavic serf, the slave of Carolina, 
 Waiting to meet thee in a shining band. 
 
 Passing in love and power, thy soul's transition 
 Is but ascension to a higher height. 
 
 Where all around thee in thy new condition 
 Life's mysteries open in celestial light, 
 
 Viewing for ever in calm contemplation 
 The widening circles of each duty done, 
 
 And, through all cycles of thy elevation. 
 Ascending nearer to the Heavenly One. 
 
 PRAY AND wait; 
 
 IN days of trouble and of care 
 I sought a message from above ; 
 Brief was* the answer to my prayer, 
 
 Few were the words, but full of love. 
 Ye who mourn an adverse fate, 
 Hear the message: " Pray and wait." 
 
"PI^ AY AND wait:' i6i 
 
 Pray — the Lord is ever nigh, 
 
 Ready still with open ear ; 
 Wait — and He will yet supply 
 
 Hope and strength for every fear. 
 Pilgrim, weeping at the gate. 
 Hear his message, '' Pray and wait." 
 
 Pray — He knows thy every thought, 
 
 Understands thy secret grief; 
 Wait — He sends it not for naught, 
 
 He will surely bring relief. 
 Seeing all thy troubled state, 
 Still He whispers, '' Pray and wait." 
 
 Does the way seem long and drear 
 
 To thy sad bewilder' d sight ? 
 Pray — and thou wilt see Him near ; 
 
 Wait— He'll lead thee to the light. 
 Seek Him early, seek him late ; 
 Fear not, doubt not, ''Pray and wait." 
 
 Dost thou long the day to see 
 When thy Saviour shall appear ? 
 
 Pray— that thou may'st watchful be ; 
 Wait — the day is dawning near ; 
 
 Joyfully thou' It then relate 
 
 'Twas not in vain to '' Pray and wait." 
 
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.62 THE WATER AND THE FLOWER. 
 
 Weeping prayers are heard no more 
 From that home of endless joy ; 
 
 Days of waiting all are o'er, 
 
 Songs of praise each tongue employ 
 
 They who enter Zion's gate 
 
 Need no more to " Pray and wait." 
 
 THE WATER AND THE FLOWER. 
 
 ONE quiet eve, in years gone by, whilst linger- 
 ing by a stile 
 That stood across the wayside path, to watch the 
 
 clouds a while. 
 Ere thought had lifted from my heart the shadow 
 
 of her wing, 
 I saw a child — a little girl — returning from the 
 
 spring. 
 Her well-fiU'd pitcher lightly press'd her curls 
 
 of silken hair, 
 Supported by a tiny hand ; and she was very 
 
 fair, 
 
THE WATER AND THE FLOWER. 1 63 
 
 With something in her sunny face pure as the 
 
 sky above, 
 And something in her gentle eye that guardian 
 
 angels love. 
 
 A little flower, blossoming a step or so aside. 
 This happy child of innocence with sudden joy 
 
 espied ; 
 Then, letting down her pitcher, with the same 
 
 sweet, joyous song. 
 She water' d it, half laughingly, and gayly tripp'd 
 
 along. 
 The flower seem'd to raise its head, bowed by a 
 
 summer's sun. 
 And smiled beneath the act which she uncon- 
 sciously had done. 
 While, wandering on with fairy tread, as merry 
 
 as before, 
 I saw her pass the garden-gate and close the 
 
 cottage-door. 
 
 Oh, often when this little scene has crossed my 
 
 thoughts again, 
 I've wonder'd if, with all the love that warm'd 
 
 her spirit then, 
 
164 THE WATER AND THE FLOWER. 
 
 This little girl has tripp'd through life as joyous 
 
 to the last, 
 Refreshing all the weary hearts that met her as 
 
 she pass'd — 
 If with unconscious tenderness her heart has 
 
 paused to bless 
 The poor amid their poverty, the sad in their 
 
 distress ; 
 Still following up God's teachings day by day 
 
 and hour by hour. 
 Foreshadowed in that simple scene — the water 
 
 and the flower ; 
 
 If, with a song as pure and sweet, that voice has 
 
 hush'd to rest 
 The troubles of an aching heart, a sorrow-laden 
 
 breast ; 
 If to the wayside wanderer, where'er her steps 
 
 have led, 
 The pitcher hath been lower' d ever kindly from 
 
 her head. 
 O holy, happy Charity, how many pleasures, 
 
 lost 
 By those who have not known thee, had been 
 
 worthy of the cost ! 
 
THE WATER AND THE FLOWER. 1 65 
 
 How many heads a blessing from a better world 
 
 had borne 
 Whilst lowering the pitcher to the weary and the 
 worn ! 
 
 Thou who hast stood beside God's springs of 
 
 blessings day by day, 
 To fill the pitcher of thy wants and carry it 
 
 away, 
 The poor and the dejected, whom God hath 
 
 will'd to roam. 
 Are resting by the wayside that leads thee to thy 
 
 home ; 
 Oh let thy heart beat ever quick in actions kind 
 
 to be ; 
 Remember Him whose bounty has at all times 
 
 followed thee. 
 And deem it not a trouble, in the wayside or the 
 
 town. 
 To linger where the weary are, and let the 
 
 pitcher down. 
 
1 66 ''BE OF GOOD cheer: 
 
 BE OF GOOD CHEER. 
 
 " Now, no chastening for the present seemeth to be 
 joyous, but grievous ; nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth 
 the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are 
 exercised thereby. Wherefore lift up the hands which 
 hang down." — Hebrews xii. ii,^ 12. 
 
 OH cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint ! 
 Though worn with chastening, be not faint ! 
 And though thy night of pain seem long, 
 Cling to thy Lord, in Him be strong ; 
 He marks, He numbers every tear. 
 Not one faint sigh escapes His ear. 
 
 Oh cheer thee, cheer thee ! now's the hour 
 To Him to lift thine eye for power. 
 His all-sufficiency to show. 
 Now in extremity of woe j 
 While in the furnace to lie still, 
 This is, indeed, to do His will. 
 
 Then cheer thee, cheer thee ! though the flame 
 Consume thy wasting, suffering frame, 
 
''BE OF GobD cheer:' 167 
 
 His gold shall suffer harm nor loss — 
 He will but purge away the dross, 
 And fit it, graced with many a gem. 
 To form His glorious diadem. 
 
 And He will cheer thee, He will calm 
 Thy pain intense with heavenly balm — 
 Show thee the martyrs' white-robed throng. 
 Thy place prepared that host among ; 
 That weight of glory will o'erpower 
 The anguish of life's suffering hour. 
 
 Yes, He will cheer thee ; He will prove 
 
 The soul, encircled by His love, 
 
 Can meekly, 'mid her anguish, say, 
 ''' Still will I trust Him, though He slay;" 
 
 And He will make His words thy own ; 
 '-'■ Father, Thy will, not mine, be done." 
 
1 68 A NEW YEAR'S MORNING SONG. 
 
 A NEW YEAR'S MORNING SONG. 
 
 He hath put a new song in my mouth, even thanksgiving 
 unto our God." — Psalm xl. 3. 
 
 THANKSGIVING and the voice of melody 
 This New Year's morning call me from my 
 sleep ; 
 A new, sweet song is in my heart for Thee, 
 
 Thou faithful, tender Shepherd of the sheep ! 
 Thou knowest where to find and how to keep 
 
 The feeble feet that tremble where they stray ', 
 O'er the dark mountains, through the whelming 
 deep. 
 Thy everlasting mercy makes its way. 
 
 The past is not so dark as once it seemed. 
 
 For there Thy footprints, now distinct, I see ; 
 And seed in weakness sown, from death redeem' d, 
 
 Is springing up and bearing fruit in Thee. 
 Not all that hath been. Lord, henceforth shall be — 
 
 A low, sweet, cheering strain is in mine ear ; 
 Thanksgiving and the voice of melody 
 
 Are ushering in from heaven a blest New Year. 
 
A NEW YEAR'S MORNING SONG. 1 69 
 
 With voice subdued my listening spirit sings, 
 
 As backward on the trodden path I gaze j 
 While ministering angels fold their wings, 
 
 To fill with lowly thoughts my song of praise. 
 The shadow of the past on future days 
 
 Will make them clear to my instructed sight j 
 For the heart's knowledge of Thy sacred ways, 
 
 Even in its deepest, darkest shades, is light. 
 
 I am not stronger, yet I do not fear 
 
 The present pain, the conflict yet to be ; 
 Experience is a kind voice in mine ear, 
 
 And all my failings bid me lean on Thee. 
 No future suffering can seem strange to me. 
 
 While in the hidden part I feel and know 
 The wisdom of a child, at rest and free 
 
 In the tried love whose judgment keeps him 
 low. 
 
 Thanksgiving and the voice of melody — 
 
 Oh to my tranquil heart how sweet the strain ! 
 Father of mercies, it arose in Thee, 
 
 And to Thy bosom it returns again. 
 There let my grateful song, my soul, remain. 
 
 Calm in the risen Saviour's tender care ; 
 And welcome any trial, any pain. 
 
 That serves to keep Thy faithful children there. 
 
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I/O / THOUGHT THAT I WAS STRONG. 
 
 Thoughts of Thy love — and oh how great the 
 sum ! 
 Enduring grief, obtaining bliss for me ! — 
 The world, life, death, things present, things to 
 come, 
 All swell the New Year's opening melody. 
 Past, present, future — all things worship Thee ; 
 And I, through all, with trembling joy be- 
 hold— 
 While mountains fall and treacherous visions 
 flee— 
 Thy wandering sheep returning to the fold. 
 
 I THOUGHT THAT I WAS STRONG. 
 
 And you hath He quickened, who were dead in tres- 
 passes and sins." — EpHESiANS ii. i. 
 
 {THOUGHT that I was strong. Lord, 
 And did not need Thine arm ; 
 Though troubles throng' d around me, 
 My heart felt no alarm. 
 
/ THOUGHT THAT I WAS STRONG. I/I 
 
 I thought that I was rich, Lord — 
 That all good things were mine ; 
 
 And earth and all its pleasures 
 Did my vain heart entwine. 
 
 I thought I nothing needed — 
 Riches, nor dress, nor sight ; 
 
 And on I walk'd in darkness, 
 And still I thought it light. 
 
 But Thou hast broke the spell. Lord, 
 And waked me from my dream ; 
 
 The light has burst into my soul 
 With bright, unerring beam. 
 
 Now I know that I am weak. Lord — 
 
 That nothing is my own ; 
 But Thou wilt make me strong, Lord, 
 
 Leaning on Thee alone. 
 
 I know that I was poor and blind — 
 
 I did not see Thy light ; 
 But now my eyes are open'd. 
 
 For Thou hast given me sight. 
 
 Oh, Thou hast given me sight, Lord, 
 
 And I can see within ; 
 I see that all my heart is dyed 
 
 With deepest stain of sin. 
 
172 / THOUGHT THAT I WAS STRONG. 
 
 But with this bitter grief there comes 
 
 A rush of joy untold, 
 Like sunrise on the mountain-tops, 
 
 Flooding their heights with gold. 
 
 For I know Thy blood has cleansed my soul, 
 And I know that I'm forgiven ; 
 
 And all the roughest paths on earth 
 Will surely end in heaven \ 
 
 For I know that I am Thine, Lord, 
 And that none can pluck away 
 
 The feeblest sheep that ever yet* 
 Did make Thine arm its stay. 
 
 My soul, it slept the sleep of death, 
 
 But Thou hast given it life ; 
 And, with a spirit strong in Thee, 
 
 I'm ready for the strife — 
 
 Ready for pain and sickness. 
 
 Ready for care and grief, 
 For I know I have in Thee, Lord, 
 
 An ever-sure relief ; 
 
 Ready to work and suffer, 
 
 To love, and hope, and pray ; 
 
 Ready to go to Thee, Lord, 
 When Thou shalt call away. 
 
LINCOLN'S FAVORITE POEM. 1 73 
 
 OH, WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL 
 BE PROUD? 
 
 Favorite Lines of Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 OH, why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 
 Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast -flying 
 cloud, 
 A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, 
 Man passeth from life to his rest in the grave. 
 
 The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade. 
 
 Be scatter' d around, and together be laid ; 
 
 And the young and the old, and the low and the 
 
 high. 
 Shall moulder to dust and together shall lie. 
 
 The infant a mother attended and loved ; 
 The mother that infant's affection who proved ; 
 The husband that mother and infant who blessed, — 
 Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest. 
 
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174 LINCOLN'S FAVORITE POEM. 
 
 The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in 
 
 whose eye, 
 Shone beauty and pleasure, her triumphs are by ; 
 And the memory of those who loved her and 
 
 praised 
 Are alike from the minds of the living erased. 
 
 The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, 
 The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn. 
 The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave. 
 Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave. 
 
 The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap. 
 The herdsman who climbed with his goats up the 
 
 steep. 
 The beggar who wandered in search of his bread, 
 Have faded away like the grass that we tread. 
 
 The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven, 
 The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven, 
 The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just. 
 Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. 
 
 So the multitude goes, like the flower or the weed 
 That withers away to let others succeed ', 
 So the multitude comes — even those we behold — 
 To repeat every tale that has often been told. 
 
LINCOLN'S FAVORITE POEM. 1/5 
 
 For we are the same our fathers have been ; 
 We see the same sights our fathers have seen ; 
 We drink the same stream and view the same 
 
 sun, 
 And run the same course our fathers have run. 
 
 The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would 
 
 think; 
 From the death we are shrinking our fathers 
 
 would shrink ; 
 To the life we are clinging they also would cling, 
 But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing. 
 
 They loved, but the story we cannot unfold ; 
 They scorn'd, but the heart of the haughty is 
 
 cold ; 
 They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers 
 
 will come ; 
 They joy'd, but the tongue of their gladness is 
 
 dumb. 
 
 They died, ay, they died ; and we things that 
 
 are now — 
 Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow. 
 Who make in their dwelling a transient abode — 
 Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage- 
 road. 
 
1/6 WHEN FIRST THY EYES UNVEIL. 
 
 Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain, 
 
 We mingle together in sunshine and rain ; 
 
 And the smiles and the tears, the songs and the 
 
 dirge. 
 Still follow each other like surge upon surge. 
 
 'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a 
 
 breath. 
 From the blossom of health to the paleness of 
 
 death, 
 From the gilded saloon to the bier and the 
 
 shroud ; — 
 Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 
 
 WHEN FIRST THY EYES UNVEIL. 
 
 WHEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave 
 To do the like ; our bodies but forerun 
 The spirit's duty. True hearts spread and heave 
 
 Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun. 
 Give Him thy first thoughts then ; so shalt thou 
 
 keep 
 Him company all day, and in Him sleep. 
 
WHEN FIRST THY EYES UNVEIL. 1 77 
 
 Yet never sleep the sun up : prayer should 
 Dawn with the day ; there are set awful hours 
 
 'Twixt heaven and us ; the manna was not good 
 After sunrising ; far day sullies flowers ; 
 
 Rise to prevent the sun ; sleep doth sins glut, 
 
 And heaven's gate opens when the world's is 
 shut. 
 
 Walk with thy fellow-creatures ; note the hush 
 And whisperings amongst them. There's not 
 a spring 
 Or leaf but hath his morning hymn ; each bush 
 And oak doth know I Am. Canst thou not 
 sing? 
 Oh leave thy cares and follies ! Go this way, 
 And thou art sure to prosper all the day. 
 
 Serve God before the world ; let Him not go 
 Until thou hast a blessing ; then resign 
 
 The whole unto Him ; and remember who 
 Prevail' d by wrestling ere the sun did shine. 
 
 Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sin, 
 
 Then journey on, and have an eye to heav'n. 
 
 Mornings are mysteries: the first, world's youth, 
 Man's resurrection, and the future's bud 
 
i;8 MV PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 Shroud in their births ; the crown of life, light, 
 truth. 
 Is styled their star, the stone, and hidden food. 
 Three blessings wait upon them, one of which 
 Should move ; they make us holy, happy, rich. 
 
 When the world's up, and every swarm abroad, 
 Keep thou thy temper ; mix not with each 
 clay; 
 
 Despatch necessities ; life hath a load 
 
 Which must be carried on, and safely may ; 
 
 Yet keep those cares without thee ; let the heart 
 
 Be God's alone, and choose the better part. 
 
 MY PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 TRUSTINGLY, trustingly, 
 Jesus, to Thee 
 Come I ; Lord, lovingly 
 
 Come Thou to me. 
 Then shall I lovingly. 
 Then shall I joyfully. 
 
 Walk here with Thee. 
 
AfV PILGRIMAGE. 1 79 
 
 Peacefully, peacefully, 
 
 Walk I with Thee ; 
 Jesus, my Lord, Thou art 
 
 All, all to me. 
 Peace Thou hast left to us. 
 Thy peace hast given to us ; 
 
 So let it be. 
 
 Whom but Thyself, O Lord, 
 
 Have I above ? 
 What have I left on earth ? 
 
 Only Thy love ! 
 Come, then, O Saviour, come; 
 Come, then, O Spirit — come, 
 
 Heavenly Dove ! 
 
 Happily, happily, 
 
 Pass I along ; 
 Eager to work for Thee, 
 
 Earnest and strong. 
 Life is for service true. 
 Life is for battle too, 
 
 Life is for song. 
 
 Hopefully, hopefully, 
 Onward I go ; 
 
l8o WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? 
 
 Cheerfully, ch€erfully, 
 
 Meet I the foe. 
 Crowns are awaiting us, 
 Glory prepared for us, 
 
 Joys overflow. 
 
 WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? 
 
 " Watchman, what of the night ?"— Isaiah xxi. ii. 
 
 " But ye, brethren, are not in darkness, that that day 
 should overtake you as a thief." — I Thess. v. 4. 
 
 " And what I say unto you, I say unto all, Watch." — 
 Mark xiii. 37. 
 
 WHAT of the night, watchman, what of the 
 night ? 
 The wintry gale sweeps by, 
 The thick shadows fall, and the night-bird's call 
 
 Sounds mournfully through the sky. 
 What of the night, watchman, what of the night? 
 
 The night is dark — it is long and drear ; 
 
 But who, while others sleep. 
 Is that little band who together stand 
 
 And their patient vigils keep ? 
 
WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? l8l 
 
 All awake is the strained eye, 
 
 And awake is the listening ear \ 
 For their Lord they wait, and watch at the gate 
 
 His chariot-wheels to hear. 
 
 Long have they waited, that little band, 
 
 And ever and anon 
 To fancy's eye the dawn seem'd nigh, 
 
 The night seem'd almost gone. 
 
 And often through the midnight gale 
 
 They thought they heard at last 
 The sound of His train; and they listen' d again, 
 
 And the sound died away on the blast. 
 
 Ages have roU'd, and one by one 
 
 Those watchers have pass'd away : 
 They heard the call on the glad ear fall. 
 
 And they hasten' d to obey. 
 
 And in their place their children stand, 
 
 And still their vigils keep ; 
 They watch and pray for the dawn of day, 
 
 For this is no time to sleep. 
 
 What of the night, watchman, what of the night? 
 
 Though the wintry gale sweeps by, 
 When the darkest hour begins to lower. 
 
 We know that the dawn is nigh. 
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1 82 / M^AS A WANDERING SHEEP, 
 
 Courage, ye stewards of the Lord ! 
 
 The night is almost o'er; 
 Your Master will come and call you home, 
 
 To weep and to watch no more. 
 
 I WAS A WANDERING SHEEP. 
 
 I Peter ii. 25. 
 
 I WAS a wandering sheep, 
 I did not love the fold ; 
 I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
 I would not be controll'd. 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I did not love my home, 
 I did not love my Father's voice — 
 
 I loved afar to roam. 
 
 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 
 The Father sought His child ; 
 They follow' d me o'er vale and hill, 
 *0'er desert, waste, and wild. 
 
/ fVAS A WANDERING SHEEP. 1 83 
 
 They found me nigh to death — 
 Famish' d, and faint, and lone ; 
 
 They bound me with the bands of love, 
 They saved the wandering one. 
 
 They wash'd my filth away, 
 
 They made me clean and fair ; 
 They brought me to my home in peace — 
 
 The long-sought wanderer. 
 
 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 
 
 'Twas He that loved my soul ; 
 'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood, 
 
 'Twas He that made me whole. 
 
 'Twas He that sought the lost. 
 That found the wandering sheep ; 
 
 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 
 'Tis He that still doth keep. 
 
 I was a wandering sheep, 
 
 I would not be controU'd, 
 But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I love, I love the fold. 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I once preferr'd to roam ; 
 But now I love my Father's voice, 
 
 I love, I love His home ! 
 
1 84 PILGRIM OF EARTH. 
 
 PILGRIM OF EARTH. 
 
 Discouraged because of the way." — Numbers xxi. 4. 
 
 PILGRIM of earth, who art journeying to 
 heaven, 
 Heir of eternal life, child of the day, 
 Cared for, watched over, beloved, and forgiven ! 
 Art thou discouraged because of the way ? • 
 
 Cared for, watched over, though often thou 
 seemest 
 
 Justly forsaken, nor counted a child — 
 Loved and forgiven, though rightly thou deemest 
 
 Thyself all unlovely, impure, and defiled. 
 
 Weary and thirsty, no water-brook near thee, 
 Press on, nor faint at the length of the way ; 
 
 The God of thy life will assuredly hear thee ; 
 He will provide thee with strength for the day. 
 
PILGRIM OF EARTH. 1 85 
 
 Break through the brambles and briers that ob- 
 struct thee, 
 Dread not the gloom and the blackness of 
 night ; 
 Lean on the Hand that will safely conduct thee, 
 Trust to His eye to whom darkness is light. 
 
 Be trustful, be steadfast ; whatever betide thee, 
 Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord — 
 
 Grace to go forward wherever He guide thee, 
 Simply believing the truth of His word. 
 
 Still on thy spirit deep anguish is pressing — 
 Not for the yoke that His wisdom bestows ; 
 
 A heavier burden thy soul is distressing — 
 A heart that is slow in His love to repose ; 
 
 Earthliness, coldness, unthankful behavior ; 
 
 Ah, thou may' St sorrow, but do not despair ; 
 Even this grief thou may'st bring to thy Saviour, 
 
 Cast upon Him e'en this burden and care. 
 
 Bring all thy hardness — His power can subdue it; 
 
 How full is the promise ! the blessing how free ! 
 *' Whatsoever ye ask in My name I will do it ;" 
 
 " Abide in My love, and be joyful in Me." 
 
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1 86 '^ APPROVED IN CHRIST! 
 
 "APPROVED IN CHRIST!' 
 
 *' baiute Apellcs, approved in Christ." — Rom. xvi. lo. 
 
 '' \ PPROVED in Christ !" and is this all the 
 
 ^ ^ Bible says of thee ? 
 Well, 'tis enough ! Would that of us such words 
 
 might spoken be ! 
 How sweet the blessed, holy thoughts which 
 
 cluster round a name 
 So dear to an apostle's heart, so little known to 
 
 fame ! 
 Thy friends, like thee, were firm in faith and 
 
 steadfast in their love ; 
 They sought not the applause of men — their 
 
 record is above ; 
 And when our work on earth is done, be this our 
 
 bless'd reward, 
 To be as Paul's Apelles was — ''approved" of 
 
 the Lord ! 
 
ALONE WITH THEE! 1 87 
 
 ALONE WITH TH^EE ! 
 
 ALONE with Thee, my God, alone with Thee ! 
 Thus wouldst Thou have it still, thus let it 
 it be. 
 There is a secret chamber in each mind 
 
 Which none can find 
 But He who made it ; none besides can know 
 
 Its joy or woe. 
 Oft may I enter it, oppress' d by care. 
 
 And find Thee there ; 
 So fiill of watchful love, Thou know'st the why 
 
 Of every sigh : 
 Then all thy righteous dealings I shall see — 
 Alone with Thee, my God, alone with Thee ! 
 
 The joys of earth are like a summer's day, 
 
 Fading away ; 
 But in the twilight we may better trace 
 
 Thy wondrous grace. 
 The homes of earth are emptied oft by death 
 
 With chilling breath ; 
 
■I 88 ALONE WITH THEE! 
 
 The loved departed guest may ope no more 
 
 The well-known door ; 
 Still in that chamber seal'd Thou' It dwell with 
 
 me, 
 And I with thee, my God — alone with Thee ! 
 
 The world's false voice would bid me enter not 
 
 That hallow' d spot, 
 And earthly thoughts would follow on the track 
 
 To hold me back. 
 Or seek to break the sacred peace within 
 
 With this world's din ; 
 But by Thy grace I'll cast them all aside, 
 
 Whate'er betide. 
 And never let that cell deserted be 
 Where I may dwell alone, my God, with Thee ! 
 
 The war may rage ; keep Thou Thy citadel, 
 
 And all is well. 
 And when I learn the fulness of Thy love 
 
 With Thee above — 
 When every heart oppress' d by hidden grief 
 
 Shall gain relief — 
 When every weary soul shall find its rest 
 
 Amidst the blest, — 
 The7i all my heart, from sin arid sorrow free, 
 Shall be a temple meet, my God, for Thee ! 
 
JUST AS I AM. 189 
 
 JUST AS I AM. 
 
 JUST as I am, without one plea 
 But that Thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot — 
 To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, though toss'd about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 With fears within and foes without, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind-. 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind — 
 Yea, all I need in Thee to find — 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
IQO THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, 
 Because Thy promise I believe — 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am — Thy love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now to be Thine — yea. Thine alone — 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 BATHED in the shoreless ocean of God's love, 
 My spirit sits in happy peace above — 
 Above the cares of earth, above her darkest days, 
 And in a Saviour's listening ear sings the " new 
 song ' ' of praise — 
 
 Praise for ttie gift of gifts — Himself the cruci- 
 fied ; 
 
 Praise for the love that so loved \is,—for us He 
 came. He died; 
 
THANKSGIVING. I9I 
 
 Praise that our restless souls at last have found 
 repose in Thee, 
 
 Praise for the goodness that hath set our earth- 
 bound spirits free ; 
 
 Praise for the trials of the way, praise for the 
 '' broken nest," 
 
 Praise for the token and the sign that this is not 
 our rest ; 
 
 Praise that our restless hearts at length have 
 found repose in Thee, 
 
 Praise for the goodness that hath set our earth- 
 bound spirits free ; 
 
 Praise that Thy hand hath planted us within Thy 
 
 house, O Lord ; 
 Praise that by grace we daily come into Thy 
 
 courts, O God ; 
 Thanksgiving that we know full well each earthly 
 
 fetter broken, 
 Thanksgiving that no human spell, no human 
 
 language spoken, 
 Can for one moment come between 
 Our souls and Thine, Thou Nazarene ! 
 
.I9-2 THE BEST PROTECTION. 
 
 THE BEST PROTECTION. 
 
 WHY those fears? Behold, 'tis Jesus 
 Holds the helm and guides the ship. 
 Spreads the sails that catch the breezes 
 Sent to waft us through the deep, 
 
 To the regions 
 Where the mourners cease to weep. 
 
 Could we stay where death is hovering? 
 
 Would we rest on such a shore ? 
 No ; the awful truth discovering, 
 
 We could linger there no more ; 
 We forsake it, 
 
 Leaving all we loved before. 
 
 Though the shore we hope to land on 
 
 Only by report is known. 
 Yet we freely all abandon. 
 
 Led by that report alone, 
 And to Jesus 
 
 Through the trackless deep move on. 
 
THE BEST PROTECTION. 1 93 
 
 Led by that, we brave the ocean ; 
 
 Led by that, the storm defy ; 
 Calm amidst tumultuous motion, 
 
 Knowing that our Lord is nigh. 
 Waves obey Him, 
 
 And the storms before Him fly. 
 
 Render' d safe by His protection, 
 We shall pass the watery waste ; 
 
 Trusting to His wise direction, 
 We shall gain the port at last. 
 
 And with wonder 
 Think on toils and dangers past. 
 
 Oh, what pleasures there await us ! 
 
 There the tempests cease to roar, 
 There it is that those who love us 
 
 Shall rejoice with us once more. 
 Parting ceases 
 
 On that happy, happy shore. 
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[94 ^y MISSION HERE. 
 
 MY MISSION HERE. 
 
 " TT 7HAT is it?" asked a youth on whom the 
 * * light of genius shone, 
 
 Who had a form of strength and health and 
 vigor for his own ; 
 
 Who had a power to move and guide the in- 
 tellects of men, 
 
 A mighty influence over all who came within his 
 ken. 
 
 ''Work," was the answer, "with thy might; 
 thy God requires of thee 
 
 That all thy powers at His command shall ever 
 ready be." 
 
 *' What is it ?" asked a fragile girl ; and o'er her 
 eyes there stole 
 
 A thickening mist, that seem'd to shut the light 
 out from her soul ; 
 
 And all her life was mark'd by hours of agoniz- 
 ing pain. 
 
 And none was near to soothe and cheer and 
 bring the smile again. 
 
MY MISSION HERE. 1 95 
 
 ''To suffer," was the answer; and she calmly 
 
 took the cup, 
 And from a Father's chastening hand drank all 
 
 its bitters up. 
 
 ''What is it?" asked another; and he seem'd 
 
 to have a life 
 Of waiting for the answer. His was not the 
 
 battle's strife; 
 He was not call'd to labor nor to suffer, as are 
 
 some: 
 Calmly or tranquilly his years would pass away 
 
 or come. 
 He only had to live and meet the little ills of 
 
 time, 
 With patience and contentment try to make his 
 
 life sublime. 
 
 "My mission?" 'Tis to do whate'er my Heav- 
 enly Father sends ; 
 
 To fulfil the present duty with the present 
 strength He lends. 
 
 It may not be just what I wish, but then, since 
 He knows best. 
 
 Oh, let me strive to do His will, and leave with 
 Him the rest, 
 
196 ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT. 
 
 Assured that if He gives a life of labor or of 
 
 pain, 
 So it be sanctified by Him, I cannot live in vain. 
 
 ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT. 
 
 ONE sweetly solemn thought 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er — 
 I'm nearer home to-day 
 
 Than I have ever been before ; 
 
 Nearer my Father's house. 
 
 Where the many mansions be ; 
 
 Nearer the great white throne ; 
 Nearer the crystal sea \ 
 
 Nearer the bound of life, 
 
 Where we lay our burdens down ; 
 Nearer leaving the cross ; 
 
 Nearer gaining the crown. 
 
 But lying darkly between. 
 
 Winding down through the night, 
 Is the deep and unknown stream 
 
 That leads at last to the light. 
 
THY WAYS, O LORD. 1 97 
 
 Jesus, perfect my trust, 
 
 Strengthen the hand of my faith ; 
 Let me feel Thee near when I stand 
 
 On the edge of the shores of death ; 
 
 Let me feel Thee near when my feet 
 
 Are slipping over the brink. 
 For it may be I am nearer home — 
 
 Nearer now than I think. 
 
 THY WAYS, O LORD. 
 
 THY ways, O Lord, with wise design 
 Are framed upon Thy throne above, 
 And every dark and bending line 
 Meets in the centre of Thy love. 
 
 With feeble light and half obscure 
 Poor mortals Thy arrangements view, 
 
 Not knowing that the least are sure, 
 And the mysterious, just and true. 
 
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198 GONE, 
 
 Thy flock, Thy own peculiar care, 
 
 Though now they seem to roam uneyed, 
 
 Are led or driven only where 
 They best and safest may abide. 
 
 They neither know nor trace the way. 
 But, trusting to thy piercing eye, 
 
 None of their feet to ruin stray. 
 Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 
 
 My favor' d soul shall meekly learn 
 To lay her reason at Thy throne ; 
 
 Too weak Thy secrets to discern, 
 I'll trust Thee for my guide alone. 
 
 GONE. 
 
 ANOTHER hand is beckoning us. 
 Another call is given, 
 And glows once more with angel-steps 
 The path which reaches heaven. 
 
 Our young and gentle friend, whose smile 
 Made brighter summer hours, 
 
 Amid the frosts of autumn-time 
 Has left us with the flowers'. 
 
GONE. 199 
 
 No paling of the cheek of bloom 
 
 Forewarn' d us of decay ; 
 No shadow from the Silent Land 
 
 Fell round our sister's way. 
 
 The light of her young life went down 
 
 As sinks behind the hill 
 The glory of the setting star — 
 
 Clear, suddenly, and still. 
 
 As pure and sweet her fair brow seem'd, 
 
 Eternal as the sky. 
 And like the brook's low sound her voice — 
 
 A sound which could not die. 
 
 And half we deem'd she needed not 
 
 The changing of her sphere, 
 To give to heaven a Shining One 
 
 Who walked an Angel here. 
 
 The blessing of her quiet life 
 
 Fell on us like the dew, 
 And good thoughts, where her footsteps press'd, 
 
 Like fairy blossoms grew. 
 
 Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds 
 Were in her very look. 
 
200 GONE, 
 
 We read her face as one who reads 
 A true and holy book ; 
 
 The measure of a blessed hymn 
 To which our hearts could move, 
 
 The breathing of an inward psalm — 
 A canticle of love. 
 
 We miss her in the place of prayer 
 And by the hearth-fire's light ; 
 
 We pause beside her door to hear 
 
 Once more her sweet ''Good-night." 
 
 There seems a shadow on the day, 
 Her smile no longer cheers — 
 
 A dimness on the stars of night. 
 Like eyes that look through tears. 
 
 Alone unto our Father's will 
 One thought hath reconciled, 
 
 That He whose love exceedeth ours 
 Hath taken home His child. 
 
 Fold her, O Father, in thine arms, 
 
 And let her henceforth be 
 A messenger of love between 
 
 Our human hearts and Thee. 
 
TO JESUS. 20 1 
 
 Still let her mild rebuking stand 
 
 Between us and the wrong, 
 And her dear memory serve to make 
 
 Our faith in goodness strong ; 
 
 And grant that she, who trembling here 
 
 Distrusted all her powers, 
 May welcome to her holier home 
 
 The well-beloved of ours. 
 
 TO JESUS, THE CROWN OF MY HOPE. 
 
 TO Jesus, the crown of my hope. 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up. 
 And waft me away to His throne ! 
 
 My Saviour, whom, absent, I love. 
 Whom, not having seen, I adore. 
 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 
 All glory, dominion, and power ! — 
 
202 TO JESUS. 
 
 Dissolve, then, these bonds that detain 
 My soul from its portion in Thee, 
 
 And strike off this adamant chain, 
 And set me eternally free. 
 
 When that happy era begins, 
 
 When, array'd in Thy beauties, I shine, 
 Nor grieve any more by ray sins 
 
 The bosom on which I recline, — 
 
 Oh then shall the veil be removed. 
 And round me new glories be pour'd ! 
 
 I shall meet Thee whom absent I loved, 
 I shall see whom unseen I adored ; 
 
 And then nevermore shall the fears. 
 The trials, temptations, and woes, 
 
 Which sadden this valley of tears. 
 Intrude on my blissful repose ; 
 
 Or, be they remember' d above. 
 
 Remembrance no sadness shall raise ; 
 
 They'll be but new signs of Thy love. 
 New themes for my wonder and praise. 
 
 Then the stroke that from sin and from pain 
 
 Shall set me eternally free. 
 Will but strengthen and rivet the chain 
 That binds me, my Saviour, to Thee. 
 
BIRDS HAVE THEIR QUIET NESTS. 203 
 
 BIRDS HAVE THEIR OUIET NESTS. 
 
 BIRDS have their quiet nests, 
 Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 
 All creatures have their rest. 
 
 But Jesus had not where to lay his head. 
 
 Winds have their hour of calm. 
 
 And waves to slumber o'er the voiceless deep ; 
 Eve hath its breath of balm, 
 
 To hush all senses and all sounds to sleep ; 
 
 The wild deer hath its lair, 
 
 The homeward flocks the shelter of their shed j 
 All have their rest from care. 
 
 But Jesus had not where to lay His head. 
 
 And yet He came to give 
 
 The weary and the heavy-laden rest, 
 To bid the sinner live. 
 
 And soothe our griefs to slumber on His breast. 
 
204 BIRDS HAVE THEIR QUIET NESTS. 
 
 When, then, am I, my God, 
 
 Permitted thus the paths of peace to tread ? — 
 Peace, purchased by the blood 
 
 Of Him who had not where to lay His head ! 
 
 Oh why sho 'd I have peace? 
 
 V'hy^ but or that unchanged, undying love, 
 Which would not, could not, cease 
 
 Until it made me heir of joys above ? 
 
 Yes ; but for pardoning grace, 
 
 I feel I never should in glory see 
 The brightness of that face 
 
 That once was pale and agonized for me ! 
 
 Let the birds seek their nest. 
 
 Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 
 Come, Saviour; in my breast 
 
 Deign to repose Thine oft-rejected head ! 
 
 Come, give me rest, and take 
 
 The only rest on earth Thou lovest — within 
 A heart that for Thy sake 
 
 Lies bleeding, broken, penitent for sin. 
 
LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 20$ 
 
 LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 
 
 All things work together for good to them that love God." 
 
 OW weary and how worthless this life at 
 
 IT 
 
 A A times appears ! 
 
 What days of heavy musings ! what hours of 
 
 bitter tears ! 
 How dark the storm-clouds gather along the 
 
 wintry skies ! 
 How desolate and cheerless the path before us 
 
 lies ! 
 
 And yet these days of dreariness are sent us 
 
 from above — 
 They do not come in anger, but in faithfulness 
 
 and love : 
 They come to teach us lessons which bright ones 
 
 could not yield, 
 And to leave us blest and thankful when their 
 
 purpose is fulfill' d. 
 
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206 LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 
 
 They come to draw us nearer to our Father and 
 
 our God, 
 More earnestly to seek His face, to listen to His 
 
 word, 
 And to feel, if now around us a desert land we 
 
 see, 
 Without that Star of Promise, what would its 
 
 darkness be ! 
 
 They come to lay us lowly and humbled in the 
 
 dust. 
 All self-deception swept away, all creature hope 
 
 and trust ; 
 Our helplessness, our vileness, our guiltiness, to 
 
 own. 
 And flee for hope and refuge to Christ, and 
 
 Christ alone. 
 
 They come to break the fetters which here detain 
 
 us fast, 
 And force our long reluctant hearts to fly to 
 
 heaven at last. 
 And brighten every prospect of that eternal 
 
 home. 
 Where grief and disappointment and fear can 
 
 never come. 
 
LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 207 
 
 Then turn not in despondence, poor weary- 
 heart, away, 
 
 But meekly journey onward through the dark 
 and cloudy day ; 
 
 E'en now the bow of promise is above thee 
 painted bright, 
 
 And soon a joyful morning will dissipate the 
 night. 
 
 Thy God hath not forgot thee, and, when He 
 sees it best. 
 
 Will lead thee into sunshine, will give thee 
 bowers of rest ; 
 
 And all thy pain and sorrow, when the pilgrim- 
 age is o'er. 
 
 Shall end in heavenly blessedness, and joys for 
 evermore. 
 
208 BEREA VEMENT. 
 
 BEREAVEMENT, 
 
 FLOW on, Thou fountain of my joy, 
 Through all the wilderness ! 
 Thou seest what will work for good. 
 
 Thou knowest how to bless. 
 Get Thyself glory, O my God, — 
 Be praised in my distress ! 
 
 Oh let Thy true, refining love 
 
 Its utmost pleasure see, 
 And lift not up Thy faithful hand, 
 
 Whate'er my cry may be, 
 Till I am strong for Thy renown, 
 
 And pure for use to Thee. 
 
 I know Thine eye has weigh' d the path 
 To Thy lost creature's bliss ; 
 
 No comfort could supply the need 
 Of grief so sore as this. 
 
 No joy could wake my heart so well 
 To Thy full preciousness. 
 
BE RE A VEMENT. 209 
 
 Thou wast the Source of all that love 
 Which makes me glad no more, 
 
 And Thou hast taken to Thyself 
 What was Thine own before ; — 
 
 Thine and mine too, O good to give ! 
 O faithful to restore ! 
 
 That loving spirit is withdrawn 
 
 From every shade of sin. 
 And I, in sympathy with her, 
 
 A holier life begin. 
 Yes, to her new delight in Thee, 
 
 I, Lord, can enter in. 
 
 She with Thee, wheresoe'er Thou art, 
 
 In fellowship untold ; 
 She in Thee, living by my Bread, 
 
 My hope, my heart's stronghold ! 
 Oh, 'tis a song for days of grief, 
 
 Whate'er their depths unfold ! 
 
 As one whose mother comforts him, 
 
 I will lift up my head ; 
 No wound of Thine shall take the life 
 
 From words which Thou hast said, 
 And in the fulness of Thy truth 
 
 I shall be comforted. 
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2IO THE INNER CALM. 
 
 THE INNER CALM. 
 
 CALM me, my God, and keep me calm, 
 While these hot breezes blow ; 
 Be like the night-dew's cooling balm 
 Upon earth's fever'd brow. 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm. 
 
 Soft resting on Thy breast ; 
 Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm. 
 
 And bid my spirit rest. 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; 
 
 Let Thine outstretched wing 
 Be like the shade of Elim's palm 
 
 Beside her desert spring. 
 
 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 
 The sounds my ear that greet — 
 
 Calm in the closet's solitude. 
 Calm in the bustling street ; 
 
THE INNER CALM. 211 
 
 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
 
 Calm in my hour of pain ; 
 Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
 
 Calm in my loss or gain ; 
 
 Calm in the sufferance of wrong. 
 
 Like Him who bore my shame ; 
 Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng 
 
 Who hate Thy holy name ; 
 
 Calm when the great world's news with power 
 
 My listening spirit stir ; 
 Let not the tidings of the hour 
 
 E'er find too fond an ear ; — 
 
 Calm as the ray of sun or star 
 
 Which storms assail in vain ; 
 Moving unruffled through earth's war. 
 
 The eternal calm to gain. 
 
212 THE RESOLVE. 
 
 THE RESOLVE. 
 
 Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel, and afterward 
 receive me to glory." — Psalm Ixxiii. 24. 
 
 YES, Thou shalt guide me, kind and gentle 
 Father, 
 Through all this desert wild ; 
 I ask not for its brightest joys, but rather 
 That I may be Thy child. 
 
 I cannot go alone, unloved, untended. 
 
 Through life's untrodden way, 
 For oft into forbidden paths I've wended. 
 
 And still may go astray. 
 
 My future journey looks so dark and dreary. 
 
 Its hills so steep and long, 
 But oh, 'tis sweet, when very faint and weary. 
 
 To lean upon the Strong ! 
 
 And though I cannot see a step before me. 
 
 Though clouds my pathway hide, 
 I fear not, while Thy love is shining o'er me, 
 
 My kind, unerring Guide ! 
 
THE RESOLVE. 213 
 
 And so I close my ear to other voices, 
 
 And hearken unto Thine ; 
 My spirit drinks Thy counsel and rejoices, 
 
 Tasting of life divine. 
 
 Earth's storms my fragile leaning -trusts are 
 flinging 
 
 Far from my grasp away, 
 But, closely to the " Rock of Ages " clinging, 
 
 My soul feels no dismay. 
 
 Then lead me on, dear Saviour, in thy kindness. 
 Through paths Thy feet have worn, 
 
 Unspotted by the world's deep sin and blindness. 
 Unto that glorious bourn 
 
 Where seraphs, crown' d with glory, will receive 
 me. 
 
 And take me to Thy breast. 
 No more to disobey, forget, or grieve Thee, 
 
 But bathe in perfect rest. 
 
214 "/ SHALL BE SATISFIED. 
 
 I SHALL BE SATISFIED." 
 
 NOT here ! not here ! not where the sparkUng 
 waters 
 Fade into mocking sands as we draw near, 
 Where in the wilderness each footstep falters, 
 *' I shall be satisfied," but oh not here ! 
 
 Not here, where all the dreams of bliss deceive 
 us. 
 Where the worn spirit never gains its goal. 
 Where, haunted ever by the thoughts that grieve 
 us. 
 Across us floods of bitter memory roll ! 
 
 There is a land where every pulse is thrilling 
 With rapture earth's sojourners may not know. 
 
 Where heaven's repose the weary heart is stilling. 
 And peacefully life's time-toss'd currents flow. 
 
 Far out of sight, while yet th^ flesh enfolds us. 
 Lies the far country where our hearts abide ; 
 
 And of its bliss is naught more wondrous told us 
 Than these few words : "I shall be satisfied." 
 
ONE LONG, LONG DAY OF TOIL. 21$ 
 
 Satisfied ! satisfied ! The spirit's yearning 
 For sweet companionship with kindred minds, 
 
 The silent love, that here meets no returning, 
 The inspiration which no language finds, — 
 
 SJiall they be satisfied ? The soul's vague 
 longing. 
 
 The aching void, which nothing earthly fills ? 
 Oh, what desires upon my soul are thronging 
 
 As I look upward to the heavenly hills ! 
 
 Thither my weak and weary steps are tending \ 
 Saviour and Lord, with Thy frail child abide ! 
 
 Guide me toward home where, all my wandering 
 ending, 
 I shall see Thee, and ^^ shall be satisfied P' 
 
 ONE LONG, LONG DAY OF TOIL. 
 
 ONE long, long day of toil. 
 And a joy which will ne'er decline ; 
 One dark, dark night of storm. 
 And a sun which will never shine \ 
 
2l6 ONE LONG, LONG DAY OF TOIL. 
 
 One wide, wide sea to cross, 
 
 To land on a glorious shore ; 
 One winter of frost and snow. 
 
 And a spring that fades no more ; 
 One fierce, fierce war to wage, 
 
 A victory sure to gain ; 
 One deep, deep river to pass. 
 
 And the glorious gates attain. 
 
 No end to the toilsome day. 
 
 Nor morn to the long dark night. 
 Would the weary pilgrim know, 
 
 But for One who is life and light. 
 But for One who walk'd the sea 
 
 When the stormy billows rose. 
 He never would gain the shore, ' 
 
 Nor find the long-wish' d repose. 
 Unchanging, and still, and cold 
 
 The winter of death would reign. 
 But for One who brought new spring 
 
 And broke that icy chain. 
 
 The war which man must wage 
 Is with enemies fierce and fell ; 
 
 The strong would yield but for One 
 Whose arm can shield him well. 
 
O UR BAIL V FA TBS. 2 1 / 
 
 That arm of love and power 
 
 Eore the burden and heat of the day, 
 And pass'd through the night of storm, 
 
 To open the heavenward way. 
 
 OUR DAILY PATHS. 
 
 THERE'S beauty all around our paths, if but 
 our watchful eyes 
 Can trace it 'midst familiar things and through 
 
 their lowly guise. 
 We may find it where a hedge-row showers its 
 
 blossoms o'er our way, 
 Or a cottage window sparkles forth in the last 
 red light of day. 
 
 We may find it where a spring shines clear be- 
 neath an aged tree, 
 
 With the foxglove o'er the water's glass borne 
 downward by the bee. 
 
 Or where a swift and sunny gleam on the birchen 
 stems is thrown, 
 
 As a soft wind, playing, parts the leaves in copses 
 green and lone. 
 
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2l8 OUR DAILY PATHS. 
 
 We may find it in the winter boughs, as they 
 
 cross the cold blue sky, 
 While soft on icy pool and stream their pencill'd 
 
 shadows lie ; 
 When we look upon their tracery, by the fairy 
 
 frost-work bound, 
 Where the flitting redbreast shakes a shower of 
 
 crystals to the ground. 
 
 Yes, beauty dwells in all our paths, but sorrow 
 too is there. 
 
 And oft some cloud within us dims the bright, 
 still summer air, 
 
 When we carry our sick hearts abroad amidst the 
 joyous things 
 
 That through the leafy places glance on many- 
 colored wings. 
 
 With shadows from the past we fill the happy 
 
 woodland shades. 
 And a mournful memory of the dead is with us 
 
 in the glades ; 
 And our dream-like fancies lend the wind an 
 
 echo's plaintive tone 
 Of voices and of melodies and of silvery laughter 
 
 gone. 
 
OUR DAILY PATHS. 219 
 
 But are we free to do e'en thus — to wander as we 
 
 will, 
 Bearing sad visions through the grove and o'er 
 
 the breezy hill ? 
 No ; in our daily paths lie cares that ofttimes 
 
 bind us fast, 
 While from their narrow round we see the golden 
 
 day fleet past. 
 
 They hold us from the woodlark's haunts and 
 
 violet dingles back. 
 And from all lovely sounds and gleams in the 
 
 shining river's track ; 
 They bar us from our heritage of spring-time, 
 
 hope, and mirth. 
 And weigh our burden' d spirits down with the 
 
 cumbering dust of earth. 
 
 Yet, should this be ? Too much, too soon, de- 
 
 spondingly we yield — 
 A better lesson we are taught by the lilies of the 
 
 field— 
 A sweeter by the birds of heaven, which tell us 
 
 in their flight. 
 Of One that through the desert air for ever 
 
 guides them right. 
 
220 MV SAVIOUR. 
 
 Shall not this knowledge calm our hearts and bid 
 our conflicts cease ? 
 
 Ay, when they commune with themselves in holy 
 hours of peace, 
 
 And feel that by the lights and clouds through 
 which our pathway lies. 
 
 By the beauty and the grief alike, we are train- 
 ing for the skies ! 
 
 MY SAVIOUR, ON THY WORD OF TRUTH. 
 
 MY Saviour, on Thy word of truth 
 In earnest hope I live ; 
 I ask for all the precious things 
 Thy boundless love can give. 
 I look for many a lesser light 
 
 About my path to shine, 
 But chiefly long to walk with Thee, 
 And only trust in Thine. 
 
 In holy expectation held. 
 
 Thy strength my heart shall stay, 
 
MY SAVIOUR. 221 
 
 For Thy right hand will never let 
 
 My trust be cast away. 
 Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet 
 
 In many a deadly strife, 
 By the stronghold of hope in Thee — 
 
 The hope of endless life. 
 
 Thou knowest that I am not blest 
 
 As Thou wouldst have me be — 
 Till all the peace and joy of faith 
 
 Possess my soul in Thee ; 
 And still I seek, 'mid many fears, 
 
 With yearnings unexpress'd. 
 The comfort of Thy strengthening love. 
 
 Thy soothing, settling rest. 
 
 It is not as Thou wilt with me — 
 
 Till, humbled in the dust, 
 I know no place in all my heart 
 
 Wherein to put my trust ; 
 Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, 
 
 The lowly and the meek. 
 That fulness which Thy own redeem'd 
 
 Go nowhere else to seek. 
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222 O THOU! 
 
 O THOU WHOSE GENTLY CHASTENING 
 HAND. 
 
 Job X, 2. 
 
 OTHOU whose gently chastening hand 
 In mercy deals the blow, 
 Make but Thy servant understand 
 Wherefore Thou lay'st me low ! 
 
 I ask Thee not the rod to spare, 
 
 While thus Thy love I see ; 
 But oh let every suffering bear 
 
 Some message, Lord, from Thee ! 
 
 Perhaps an erring wish I knew 
 
 To read my future fate, 
 And Thou wouldst say, ''Thy days are ^qw. 
 
 And vain thy best estate !" 
 
 Perhaps Thy glory seem'd my choice, 
 
 Whilst I secured my own ; 
 And thus my kind Reprover's voice 
 
 Tells me He works alone. 
 
FATHER, I KNOW. 223 
 
 Oh, silence Thou this murmuring will, 
 
 Nor bid Thy rough wind stay, 
 Till with a furnace hotter still 
 
 My dross is purged away. 
 
 FATHER, I . KNOW. 
 
 My times are in Thy hand." — Psalm xxxi. 15. 
 
 FATHER, I know that all my life 
 Is portion' d out for me. 
 And the changes that are sure to come 
 
 I do not fear to see j 
 But I ask Thee for a present mind, 
 Intent on pleasing Thee. 
 
 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love. 
 Through constant watching wise. 
 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
 And to wipe the weeping eyes ; 
 
 And a heart at leisure from itself 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
224 FATHER, I KNOW. 
 
 . I would not have the restless will 
 
 That hurries to and fro, 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know ; 
 I would be treated as a child. 
 
 And guided where I go. 
 
 Wherever in the world I am. 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellows];iip with hearts 
 
 To keep and cultivate, 
 And a work of lowly love to do 
 
 For the Lord, on whom I wait. 
 
 So I ask Thee for the daily strength 
 
 To none that ask denied. 
 And a mind to blend with outward life 
 
 While keeping at Thy side; 
 Content to fill a little space, 
 
 If Thou be glorified. 
 
 And if some things I do not ask 
 In my cup of blessing be, 
 
 I would have my spirit fill'd the more 
 With grateful love to Thee — 
 
 More careful not to serve Thee much, 
 But to please Thee perfectly. 
 
FATHER, I KNOW. 225 
 
 There are briers besetting every path, 
 
 That call for patient care ; 
 There is a cross in every lot, 
 
 And an earnest need for prayer ; 
 But a lowly heart that leans on Thee 
 
 Is happy anywhere. 
 
 In a service which Thy will appoints 
 
 There are no bonds for me, 
 For my inmost heart is taught ''the truth " 
 
 That makes Thy children '' free," 
 And a life of self-renouncing love 
 
 Is a life of liberty. 
 
226 MILTON'S PRAYER. 
 
 MILTON'S PRAYER. 
 
 I AM old and blind ! 
 Men point at me as smitten by God's frown ; 
 Afflicted and deserted of my kind, 
 Yet am I not cast down. 
 
 I am weak, yet strong ; 
 I murmur not that I no longer see ; 
 Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, 
 
 Father Supreme ! to Thee. 
 
 All-merciful One ! 
 When men are farthest, then art Thou most near ; 
 When friends pass by, my weaknesses to shun. 
 
 Thy chariot I hear. 
 
 Thy glorious face 
 Is leaning toward me, and its holy light 
 Shines in upon my lonely dwelling-place. 
 
 And there is no more night. 
 
 On my bended knee 
 I recognize Thy purpose, clearly shown ; 
 
MILTON'S PRAYER. 22/ 
 
 My vision Thou hast dimm'd that I may see 
 Thyself — Thyself alone. 
 
 I have naught to fear ; 
 This darkness is the shadow of Thy wing ; 
 Beneath it I am almost sacred ; here 
 
 Can come no evil thing. 
 
 Oh, I seem to stand 
 Trembling where foot of mortal ne'er hath been ; 
 Wrapp'd in that radiance from the sinless land 
 
 Which eye hath never seen ! 
 
 Visions come and go ; 
 Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng ; 
 From angel lips I seem to hear the flow 
 
 Of soft and holy song. 
 
 In a purer clime 
 My being fills with rapture ; waves of thought 
 Roll in upon my spirit ; strains sublime 
 
 Break over me unsought. 
 
 Give me now my lyre ! 
 I feel the stirrings of a gift divine ; 
 Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, 
 
 Lit by no skill of mine. 
 
228 IS YOUR LAMP BURNING 1 
 
 IS YOUR LAMP BURNING? 
 
 SAY, is your lamp burning, my brother ? 
 I pray you look quickly and see ; 
 For if it were burning, then surely 
 
 Some beams would fall bright upon me. 
 
 Straight, straight is the road, but I falter, 
 
 And oft I fall out by the way ; 
 Then lift your lamp higher, my brother. 
 
 Lest I should make fatal delay. 
 
 There are many and many around you 
 
 Who follow wherever you go ; 
 If you thought that they walk'd in the shadow, 
 
 Your lamp would burn brighter, I know. 
 
 Upon the dark mountains they stumble ; 
 
 They are bruised on the rocks, and they lie 
 With their white, pleading faces turned upward 
 
 To the clouds and the pitiful sky. 
 
/S YOUR LAMP BURNING? 22g 
 
 There is many a lamp that is lighted — 
 We behold them anear and afar — 
 
 But not many among them, my brother, 
 Shine steadily on like a star. 
 
 I think, were they trimm'd night and morning. 
 They would never burn down or go out, 
 
 Though from the four quarters of heaven 
 The winds were all blowing about. 
 
 If once all the lamps that are lighted 
 
 Should steadily blaze in a line 
 Wide over the land and the ocean, 
 
 What a girdle of glory should shine ! 
 
 How all the dark places would brighten ! 
 
 How the mists would roll up and away ! 
 How the earth would laugh out in her gladness 
 
 To hail the millennial day ! 
 
 Say, is your lamp burning, my brother ? 
 
 I pray you look quickly and see ; 
 For if it were burning, then surely 
 
 Some beam would fall bright upon me. 
 
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230 UNCLE ISHAM. 
 
 UNCLE ISHAM, 
 A Christian Slave. 
 
 0' 
 
 |NE less is left to love us here — the good old 
 
 man is gone \ 
 But still he points us to the Rock he loved to 
 
 rest upon ; 
 One less to warn us what to do and what to leave 
 
 undone, 
 But still he animates our souls the Christian race 
 
 to run. 
 
 Through years he loved to labor as a happy child 
 
 loves play — 
 He loved the garden, loved the corn, and loved 
 
 the new-mown hay ; 
 He made a pet of everything by Nature's bounty 
 
 given ; 
 He look'd on Nature as herself the work and gift 
 
 of Heaven. 
 
UNCLE ISHAM. 23 1 
 
 Through years we saw him daily fed by his own 
 household band, 
 
 His head stoop'd low to meet the cup in loving 
 childhood's hand ; 
 
 And by this utter helplessness we saw him sorely 
 tried, 
 
 Yet bow'd in sweet humility before the Cruci- 
 fied. 
 
 We saw him robed in holiness, we saw him fill'd 
 
 with love 
 For all who dwell beneath the skies, for Him 
 
 who reigns above. 
 Oh, how his soul was feasting on the bread of 
 
 life divine, 
 And drinking of the blessed cup that flows with 
 
 heavenly wine ! 
 
 We saw him silent, fearing still to speak the 
 
 holy Name ; 
 But when the Spirit bade him spread abroad the 
 
 Saviour's fame. 
 We saw his wither'd arms upraised, we heard his 
 
 earnest prayer 
 That every soul upon the earth his Saviour's 
 
 grace might share. 
 
232 UNCLE ISJIAM. 
 
 We heard his gospel messages, we heard his 
 
 glorious psalm 
 Of *' Praises ! praises evermore to God and to 
 
 the Lamb!" 
 And in his silent ecstasies we saw the tear-drop 
 
 stand 
 In those dim eyes he could not reach with his 
 
 poor palsied hand. 
 
 His God has wiped those tears away ; that hand 
 
 has power to hold 
 The waving palm of victory, the thrilling harp 
 
 of gold; 
 The brow that look'd all meekness here, now 
 
 wears a radiant crown. 
 That evermore before the throne of Glory boweth 
 
 down. 
 
 We miss him when we seem to tread the narrow 
 
 path alone, 
 We miss his fitly-spoken words, we miss their 
 
 touching tone ; 
 For every chord within his breast was so attuned 
 
 by love, 
 We miss the music of his voice as we would miss 
 
 a dove. 
 
UNCLE I SHAM. 233 
 
 We miss him when a blessing comes we wish 
 
 with him to share, 
 And when a fiery trial comes we miss his fervent 
 
 prayer j 
 But, Saviour, when we draw toward Thee, his 
 
 words salute our ear : 
 '' We cannot get too near the Lord — we cannot 
 
 get too near !" 
 
 So, like some sweet, confiding child, he loved 
 
 on Thee to rest. 
 With Thy own robe of righteousness so folded 
 
 round his breast 
 That even Death's dread arrow fell so harmless 
 
 by his side. 
 We think of him as one who lives, and not as 
 
 one who died. 
 
 And when before the mercy-seat we sometimes 
 
 dare to kneel. 
 So poor in spirit that a sense of want is all we 
 
 feel. 
 The quickening Spirit bids us ask, " Dear 
 
 Saviour, let us be 
 
 Still more like him, and then we shall be more 
 
 and more like Thee." 
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234 A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. 
 
 A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. 
 
 T SHINE in the light of God, 
 
 A His likeness stamps my brow ; 
 
 Through the shadows of death my feet have trod, 
 
 And I reign in glory now. 
 No breaking heart is here, 
 
 No keen and thrilling pain, 
 No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear 
 
 Hath roird and left its stain. 
 
 I have found the joy of heaven, 
 
 I am one of the angel band ; 
 To my head a crown is given, 
 
 And a harp is in my hand. 
 I have learn'd the song they sing 
 
 Whom Jesus hath made free, 
 And the glorious halls of heaven still ring 
 
 With my new-born melody. 
 
A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. 235 
 
 No sin — no grief — no pain — 
 
 Safe in my happy home, 
 My fears all dead, my doubts all slain, 
 
 My hour of triumph come. 
 O friends of my former years, 
 
 The trusted and the true ! 
 You're walking still in the valley of tears. 
 
 But I wait to welcome you. 
 
 Do I forget ? Oh no ! 
 
 For memory's golden chain 
 Shall bind my heart to the hearts below 
 
 Till they meet and touch again. 
 Each link is strong and bright, 
 
 And love's electric flame 
 Flows freely down, like a river of light. 
 
 To the world from whence I came. 
 
 Do ye mourn when another star 
 
 Shines out from the glittering sky ? 
 Do ye weep when the voice of war 
 
 And the rage of conflict die ? 
 Then why should your tears roll down. 
 
 And your hearts be sorely riven, 
 For another gem in the Saviour's crown. 
 
 And another soul in heaven ? 
 
236 WHAT THEN? 
 
 WHAT THEN? 
 
 WHAT then? Why, then another pilgrim 
 song, 
 And then a hush of rest, divinely granted ; 
 And then a thirsty stage (ah me, so long !), 
 And then a brook just where it is most 
 wanted. 
 
 What then ? The pitching of the evening tent, 
 And then, perchance, a pillow rough and 
 thorny ; 
 
 And then some sweet and tender message, sent 
 To cheer the faint one for to-morrow's journey. 
 
 What then? The wailing of the midnight wind ; 
 
 A feverish sleep, a heart oppress'd and aching; 
 And then a little water-cruse to find 
 
 Close by my pillow, ready for my waking. 
 
WHAT THEN? 237 
 
 What then ? I am not careful to inquire ; 
 
 I know there will be tears, and fears, and 
 sorrows, 
 And then a loving Saviour drawing nigher, 
 
 And saying, " I will answer for the morrow." 
 
 What then ? For all my sins His pardoning 
 grace. 
 For all my wants and woes His loving kind- 
 ness ; 
 For darkest shades, the shining of God's face. 
 And Christ's own hand to lead me in my 
 blindness. 
 
 What then ? A shadowy valley, lone and dim. 
 And then a deep and darkly-rolling river ; 
 
 And then a flood of light, a seraph's hymn. 
 And God's own smile for ever and for ever. 
 
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