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COMPENSATION 
 
 OTHER DEVOTIONAL POEMS. 
 
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 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
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€ompcnsatian. 
 
 r\ THE compensating springs ! O the balanc- 
 
 ^ ings of life, 
 
 Hidden away in the workings under the seeming 
 
 strife ! 
 Slowing the fret and the friction, weighting the 
 
 whirl and the force. 
 Evolving the truest power from each unconscious 
 
 source. 
 
 How shall we gauge the whole, who can only- 
 guess a part ? 
 
 How can we read the life, when we cannot spell 
 the heart ? 
 
 How shall we measure another, we who can 
 never know. 
 
 From the juttings above the surface the depth of 
 the vein below ? 
 
 Even our present way is known to ourselves alone, 
 Height and abyss and torrent, flov/er and thorn 
 
 and stone ; 
 But we gaze on another's path as a far-off mount- 
 
 ain scene. 
 Scanning the outlined hills, but never the vales 
 
 between. 
 
COM PENS A TION. 
 
 How shall we judge their present, we who have 
 
 never seen 
 That which is past for ever, and that which 
 
 might have been ? 
 Measuring by ourselves, unwise indeed are we. 
 Measuring what we know by what we can hardly 
 
 see. 
 
 Ah ! if we knew it all we should surely understand 
 That the balance of sorrow and joy is held with 
 
 an even hand, 
 That the scale of success or loss shall never 
 
 overflow, 
 And that compensation is twined with the lot of 
 
 high and low. 
 
 The easy path in the lowland hath little of grand 
 
 or new. 
 But a toilsome ascent leads on to a wide and 
 
 glorious view ; 
 Peopled and warm is the valley, lonely and chill 
 
 the height, 
 But the peak that is nearer the storm-cloud is 
 
 nearer the stars of light. 
 
 Launch on the foaming stream that bears along 
 like a dart, — 
 
 There is danger of rapid and rock, there is ten- 
 sion of muscle and heart ; 
 8 
 
CO MP ENS A TION, 
 
 Glide on the easy current, monotonous, calm, 
 
 and slow, 
 You are spared the quiver and strain in the safe 
 
 quiet flow. 
 
 O the sweetness that dwells in a harp of many- 
 strings. 
 
 While each, all vocal with love, in tuneful har- 
 mony rings ! 
 
 But O, the wail and the discord, when one and 
 another is rent 
 
 Tensionless, broken, or lost, from the cherished 
 instrument. 
 
 For rapture of love is linked with the pain or 
 
 fear of loss, 
 And the hand that takes the crown must ache 
 
 with many a cross ; 
 Yet he who hath never a conflict hath never a 
 
 victor's palm. 
 And only the toilers know the sweetness of rest 
 
 and calm. 
 
 Only between the storms can the Alpine traveller 
 
 know 
 Transcendent glory of clearness, marvels of gleam 
 
 and glow ; 
 Had he the brightness unbroken of cloudless 
 
 summer days, 
 This had been dimmed by the dust and the veil 
 
 of a brooding haze. 
 9 
 
COMPENSATION. 
 
 Who would dare the choice, 7ieitJier or both to 
 know, 
 
 The finest quiver of joy or the agony-thrill of 
 woe? 
 
 Never the exquisite pain, then never the exqui- 
 site bliss, 
 
 For the heart that is dull to that can never be 
 strung to this. 
 
 Great is the pearl or toil if the glory or gain be 
 
 great ; 
 Never an earthly gift without responsible weight ; 
 Never a treasure without a following shade of 
 
 care ; 
 Never a power without the lurk of a subtle snare. 
 
 For the swift is not the safe, and the sweet is not 
 
 the strong ; 
 The smooth is not the short, and the keen is not 
 
 the long ; 
 The much is not the most, and the wide is not 
 
 the deep ; 
 And the flow is never a spring, when the ebb is 
 
 only neap. 
 
 Then hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father knows what 
 
 thou knowest not, 
 The need and the thorn and the shadow linked 
 
 with the fairest lot ; 
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CO MP ENS A TION. 
 
 Knows the wisest exemption from many an un* 
 
 seen snare, 
 Knows what will keep thee nearest, knows what 
 
 thou could'st not bear. 
 
 Hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father portioneth as 
 
 He will 
 To all His beloved children, and shall they not 
 
 be still ? 
 Is not His will the wisest, is not His choice the 
 
 best ? 
 And in perfect acquiescence is there not perfect 
 
 rest ? 
 
 Hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father, whose ways are 
 
 true and just, 
 Knoweth and careth and loveth, and waits for 
 
 thy perfect trust ; 
 The cup He is slowly filling shall soon be full to 
 
 the brim, 
 And infinite compensations for ever be found in 
 
 Him. 
 
 Hush ! oh, hush ! for the Father hath fullness of 
 
 joy in store. 
 Treasures of power and wisdom, and pleasures 
 
 for evermore ; 
 Blessing and honour and glory, endless, infinite 
 
 bliss ; — 
 Child of His love and His choice, oh, canst thou 
 not wait for this } 
 
 II 
 
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 TN Thee I trust, on Thee I rest, 
 -*■ O Saviour dear, Redeemer blest ! 
 No earthly friend, no brother knows 
 My weariness, my wants, my woes. 
 
 On Thee I call 
 
 Who knowest all. 
 O Saviour dear. Redeemer blest. 
 In Thee I trust, on Thee I rest. 
 
 Thy power. Thy love. Thy faithfulness, 
 With lip and life I long to bless. 
 Thy faithfulness shall be my tower, 
 My sun Thy love, my shield Thy power. 
 
 In darkest night. 
 
 In fiercest fight, 
 With lip and life I long to bless 
 Thy power, Thy love, Thy faithfulness. 
 
 HE hath loved thee, and He knows 
 All thy fears and all thy foes ; 
 Victor thou shalt surely be 
 Ever through His love to thee. 
 Rest in quiet joy on this, — 
 Greater love hath none than His : 
 And may this thy life-song be, 
 Love to Him that lovcth thee ! 
 
''BcUb across tfje Snou)/' 
 
 CHRISTMAS, merry Christmas! 
 Is it really come again ? 
 With its memories and greetings, 
 
 With its joy and with its pain. 
 There's a minor in the carol, 
 
 And a shadow in the light, 
 And a spray of cypress twining 
 
 With the holly wreath to-night. 
 And the hush is never broken 
 
 By laughter light and low 
 As we listen in the starlight 
 
 To the *' bells across the snow." 
 
 O Christmas, merry Christmas, 
 
 'Tis not so very long 
 Since other voices blended 
 
 With the carol and the song ! 
 If we could but hear them singing 
 
 As they are singing now, 
 If we could but see the radiance 
 
 Of the crown on each dear brow ; 
 There would be no sigh to smother. 
 
 No hidden tear to flow, 
 As we listen in the starlight 
 
 To the *' bells across the snow/' 
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''BELLS ACROSS THE SNOVVr 
 
 O Christmas, merry Christmas ! 
 
 This never more can be ; 
 We cannot bring again the days 
 
 Of our unshadowed glee. 
 But Christmas, happy Christmas, 
 
 Sweet herald of good-will, 
 With holy songs of glory 
 
 Brings holy gladness still. 
 For peace and hope may brighten, 
 
 And patient love may glow. 
 As we listen in the starlight 
 
 To the " bells across the snow." 
 
 ^itl)crt0 <x\\^ i^cnccfortl]. 
 
 ' The Lord hath blessed me hitherto." — Josh. xvii. 14. 
 
 TTITHERTO the Lord hath blessed us, 
 -*- -■■ Guiding all the way ; 
 Henceforth let us trust Him fully, 
 Trust Him all the day. 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath loved us, 
 
 Caring for His own ; 
 Henceforth let us love Him better. 
 
 Live for Him alone. 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath blessed us. 
 
 Crowning all our days ; 
 Henceforth let us live to bless Him, 
 
 Live to show His praise. 
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!^btJ^nt Song. 
 
 'T^HOU art coming, O my Saviour ! 
 -■- Thou art coming, O my King ! 
 In Thy beauty all-resplendent, 
 In Thy glory all-transcendent ; 
 
 Well may we rejoice and sing ! 
 Coming ! In the opening east, 
 
 Herald brightness slowly swells ; 
 Coming ! O^my glorious Priest, 
 
 Hear we not Thy golden bells ? 
 
 Thou art coming, Thou art coming ! 
 
 We shall meet Thee on Thy way, 
 We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, 
 We shall bless Thee, we shall shew Thee 
 
 All our hearts could never say ! 
 What an anthem that will be. 
 
 Ringing out our love to Thee, 
 Pouring out our rapture sweet 
 
 At Thine own all-glorious feet ! 
 
 Thou art coming ! Rays of glory 
 
 Through the veil Thy death has rent, 
 
 Touch the mountain and the river 
 
 With a golden glowing quiver. 
 Thrill of light and music blent. 
 
 Earth is brightened when this gleam 
 
 Falls on flower and rock and stream ; 
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ADVENT SONG, 
 
 Life is brightened when this ray 
 Falls upon its darkest day. 
 
 Not a cloud and not a shadow. 
 
 Not a mist and not a tear, 
 Not a sin and not a sorrow, 
 Not a dim and veiled to-morrow. 
 
 For that sunrise grand and clear ! 
 Jesus, Saviour, once with Thee, 
 
 Nothing else seems worth a thought ! 
 Oh, how marvellous will be 
 
 All the bliss Thy pain hath bought ! 
 
 Thou art coming ! At Thy table 
 
 We are witnesses for this, 
 While remembering hearts Thou meetest, 
 In communion clearest, sweetest, 
 
 Earnest of our coming bliss. 
 Shewing not Thy death alone. 
 
 And Thy love exceeding great. 
 But Thy coming and Thy throne, 
 
 All for which we long and wait. 
 
 Thou art coming ! We are waiting 
 With a hope that cannot fail ; 
 
 Asking not the day or hour. 
 
 Resting on Thy word of power. 
 Anchored safe within the veil. 
 
 Time appointed may be long. 
 But the vision must be sure : 
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ADVENT SONG. 
 
 Certainty shall make us strong, 
 Joyful patience can endure. 
 
 Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning, 
 
 Thee, my own beloved Lord ! 
 Every tongue Thy name confessing, 
 Worship, honour, glory, blessing. 
 
 Brought to Thee with glad accord ! 
 Thee, my Master and my Friend, 
 
 Vindicated and enthroned ! 
 Unto earth's remotest end 
 
 Glorified, adored, and owned ! 
 
 T ORD, speak to me, that I may speak 
 ■^ In living echoes of Thy tone ; 
 As Thou hast sought, so let me seek 
 Thy erring children, lost and lone. 
 
 O lead me, Lord, that I may lead 
 
 The wandering and the wavering feet ; 
 
 O feed me, Lord, that I may feed 
 Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 
 
 strengthen me, that while I stand 
 Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee, 
 
 1 may stretch out a loving hand 
 
 To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 
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A WORKER'S PR A YER, 
 
 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach 
 The precious things Thou dost impart : 
 
 And wing my words, that they may reach 
 The hidden depths of many a heart. 
 
 O give Thine own sweet rest to me. 
 That I may speak with soothing power 
 
 A word in season, as from Thee, 
 To weary ones in needful hour. 
 
 O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord, 
 
 Until my very heart overflow 
 In kindling thought and glowing word, 
 
 Thy love to tell. Thy praise to show. 
 
 O use me. Lord, use even me, 
 
 Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where ; 
 Until Thy blessed Face I see, 
 
 Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. 
 
 T N God's great field of labour 
 ■*■ All work is not the same ; 
 He hath a service for each one 
 
 Who loves His holy name. 
 And you, to whom the secrets 
 
 Of all sweet sounds are known, 
 Rise up ! for He hath called you 
 
 To a mission of ycur own. 
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!^.n0tl)er for Clljrist. 
 
 ANOTHER called, another brought, dear Mas- 
 ter, to Thy feet ! 
 Oh where are words to tell the joy so wonderful 
 
 and sweet ! 
 Oh where are words to give Thee thanks that 
 
 Thou indeed hast heard, 
 That Thou hast proved and sealed anew Thy 
 faithful promise-word ! 
 
 We prayed so long with fervent hope and patient 
 faith that she 
 
 With all her early wealth of love might give her- 
 self to Thee ; 
 
 Well knowing that our prayer must be the echo 
 of Thy will. 
 
 Itself the earnest and the pledge that Thou wilt 
 all fulfil. 
 
 And now the prayer is turned to praise, and with 
 the angel-throng, 
 
 Who even now are pouring forth a new and joy- 
 ful song. 
 
 Our hearts ascend, our whispers blend, in deepest 
 thrill of praise. 
 
 The happiest Alleluia-hymn that human heart 
 can raise. 
 
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ANOTHER FOR CHRIST, 
 
 Oh joy to know that Thou hast found Thy fair 
 
 and weary dove, 
 Rejoicing o'er the wanderer now, and resting in 
 
 Thy love. 
 That Thou art glad, that Thou hast seen the 
 
 travail of Thy soul, 
 Thy blessM Name emblazoned on a new and 
 
 living scroll ! 
 
 O Master, blessed Master, it is hard indeed to 
 know 
 
 That thousands round our daily path misunder- 
 stand Thee so ! 
 
 Despised and rejected yet, no beauty they can 
 see, 
 
 O King of glory and of grace, beloved Lord, in 
 Thee ! 
 
 Not even as a lovely song of pleasant voice 
 
 appears 
 The story of Thy wondrous love in dull and 
 
 drowsy ears ; 
 Tis nothing to the passers-by, who coldly turn 
 
 aside. 
 That Thou hast poured Thy precious blood, that 
 
 Thou wast crucified. 
 
 O Saviour, precious Saviour, come in all Thy 
 
 power and grace, 
 And take away the veil that hides the glory of 
 
 Thy face ! 
 
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ANOTHER FOR CHRIST. 
 
 Oh manifest the marvels of Thy tenderness and 
 
 love, 
 And let Thy name be blessed and praised all 
 
 other names above. 
 
 Oh vindicate Thyself, and show how perfect are 
 Thy ways, 
 
 Untraceable, because too bright for weak and 
 mortal gaze ; 
 
 Shine forth, O Sun, and bid the scales of darken- 
 ing evil fall. 
 
 Thou altogether Lovely one, Thou glorious All- 
 in-all ! 
 
 Yet conquering Thy word goes forth on all- 
 triumphant way ! 
 
 " Ye shall be gathered one by one," 'tis true afresh 
 to-day ! 
 
 And so we hush the yearning cry, " How long, O 
 Lord, how long ? " 
 
 A sweet new token Thou hast given to change 
 it into song. 
 
 So once again we praise Thee, with Thy holy 
 
 ones above, 
 Because another heart has seen Thy great and 
 
 mighty love ; 
 Another heart v/ill own Thee Lord and worship 
 
 Thee as King, 
 And grateful love and glowing praise and willing 
 
 service bring. 
 
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ANOTHER FOR CHRIST. 
 
 Another voice to "tell it out " what great things 
 
 Thou hast done, 
 Another life to live for Thee, another witness 
 
 won. 
 Another faithful soldier on our Captain's side 
 
 enrolled, 
 Another heart to read aright Thy heart of love 
 
 untold ! 
 
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 ®ur Bcb Cettcr \3am. 
 
 Vl Y Alpine staff recalls each shining height, 
 Each pass of grandeur with rejoicing gained 
 Carved with a lengthening record, self-ex- 
 plained, 
 Of mountain-memories sublime and bright. 
 No valley-life but hath some mountain days. 
 Bright summits in the retrospective view. 
 And toil-won passes to glad prospects new, 
 Fair sunlit memories of joy and praise. 
 Here then inscribe them.. — each ** red letter day ! " 
 Forget not all the sunshine of the way 
 By which the Lord hath led thee ; answered 
 
 prayers 
 And joys unasked, strange blessings, lifted cares, 
 Grand promise-echoes ! Thus each page shall be 
 A record of God's love and faithfuhiess to thee ! 
 
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^ ' T IGHT after darkness, 
 ^ Gain after loss. 
 Strength after suffering. 
 
 Crown after cross. 
 Sweet after bitter, 
 
 Song after sigh, 
 Home after wandering. 
 
 Praise after cry. 
 
 '* Sheaves after sowing, 
 
 Sun after rain, 
 Sight after mystery, 
 
 Peace after pain. 
 Joy after sorrow. 
 
 Calm after blast, 
 Rest after weariness. 
 
 Sweet rest at last. 
 
 " Near after distant, 
 Gleam after gloom, 
 Love after loneliness. 
 
 Life after tomb. 
 After long agony 
 
 Rapture of bliss ! 
 Right was the pathway 
 Leading to this ! " 
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'' bcsscls of tttcrcg, ijrepareb xtnta ©larg/' 
 
 \ 7ESSELS of mercy, prepared unto glory ! 
 ^ This is your calling and this is 3^our joy ! 
 This, for the new year unfolding before ye, 
 Tells out the terms of your blessed employ. 
 
 Rom. ix. 23. 
 
 Vessels, it may be, all empty and broken, 
 Marred in the Hand of inscrutable skill ; 
 
 (Love can accept the mysterious token !) 
 Marred but to make them more beautiful still. 
 
 Jer. xviii. 4. 
 
 Vessels, it may be, not costly or golden ; 
 
 Vessels, it may be, of quantity small, 
 Yet by the Nail in the Sure Place upholden, 
 
 Never to shiver and never to fall. 
 
 IsA. xxii. 23, 24. 
 
 Vessels to honour, made sacred and holy. 
 Meet for the use of the Master we love, 
 
 Ready for service all simple and lowly, 
 Ready, one day, for the temple above. 
 
 2 TiivL ii. 21. 
 
 Yes, though the vessels be fragile and earthen, 
 God hath commanded His glory to shine ; 
 
 Treasure resplendent henceforth is our burthen, 
 Excellent power, not ours, but divine. 
 
 2 Cor. iv. 5, 6. 
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''VESSELS OF MERCVr 
 
 Chosen in Christ ere the dawn of Creation, 
 Chosen for Him to be filled with His grace. 
 
 Chosen to carry the streams of salvation 
 Into each thirsty and desolate place. 
 
 Acts ix. 15. 
 
 Take all Thy vessels, O glorious Finer, 
 
 Purge all the dross, that each chalice may be 
 
 Pure in Thy pattern, completer, diviner. 
 Filled with Thy glory and shining for Thee. 
 
 PrOV. XXV. 4. 
 
 ^ Birtl)baa tSreeting ta ntjj iTatlier. • 
 
 'T^ IS fully known to One, by us yet dimly seen, 
 
 i The blessing thou hast been ; 
 Yet speaks the silent love of many a mourning 
 heart 
 The blessing that thou art ; 
 While traced on coming years, in faith and hope 
 we see 
 " A blessing thou SHALT BE ; " 
 Then here in holy labour, there in holier rest. 
 Blessing, thou shalt be blessed. 
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1 coxtib not bo toitljout ®l)ee. 
 
 T COULD not do without Thee, 
 
 ■■■ O Saviour of the lost ! 
 
 Whose precious blood redeemed me 
 
 At such tremendous cost. 
 Thy righteousness, Thy pardon. 
 
 Thy precious blood must be 
 My only hope and comfort, 
 
 My glory and my plea. 
 
 I could not do without Thee, 
 
 I cannot stand alone, 
 I have no strength or goodness. 
 
 No wisdom of my own. 
 But Thou, beloved Saviour, 
 
 Art all in all to me ; 
 And weakness"will be power. 
 
 If leaning hard on Thee. 
 
 I could not do without Thee ! 
 
 For oh ! the way is long. 
 And I am often weary. 
 
 And sigh replaces song. 
 How could I do without Thee ? 
 
 I do not know the way ; 
 Thou knowest and Thou leadest. 
 
 And wilt not let me stray. 
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/ COULD NOT DO WITHOUT THEE, 
 
 I could not do without Thee, 
 
 Jesus, Saviour dear ! 
 E'en when my eyes are holden, 
 
 1 know that Thou art near. 
 How dreary and how lonely 
 
 This changeful life would be. 
 Without the sweet communion, 
 The secret rest with Thee. 
 
 I could not do without Thee ! 
 
 No other friend can read 
 The spirit's strange deep longings, 
 
 Interpreting its need. 
 No human heart could enter 
 
 Each dim recess of mine, 
 And soothe and hush and calm it, 
 
 O blessed Lord, but Thine ! 
 
 I could not do without Thee ! 
 
 For years are fleeting fast. 
 And soon, in solemn loneliness, 
 
 The river must be passed. 
 But Thou wilt never leave me. 
 
 And though the waves roll high, 
 I know Thou wilt be near me, 
 
 And whisper, " It is I." 
 
 27 
 
35 it for illc ? 
 
 Cant. i. . — "" O Thou whom my soul loveth." 
 
 IS it for me, dear Saviour, 
 Thy glory and Thy rest ? 
 For me, so weak and sinful, 
 O shall / thus be blessed ? 
 Is it for me to see Thee 
 
 In all Thy glorious grace, 
 And gaze in endless rapture 
 On Thy beloved Face? 
 
 Is it for me to listen 
 
 To Thy beloved Voice, 
 And hear its sweetest music 
 
 Bid even me rejoice ? 
 Is it for me. Thy welcome. 
 
 Thy gracious " Enter in " ? 
 For me, Thy " Come, ye blessed ! " 
 
 For me, so full of sin ? 
 
 Saviour, precious Saviour, 
 My heart is at Thy feet, 
 
 1 bless Thee, and I love Thee, 
 And Thee I long to meet. 
 
 A thrill of solemn gladness 
 Has hushed my very heart, 
 
 To think that I shall really 
 Behold Thee as Thou art. 
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IS IT FOR ME? 
 
 Behold Thee in Thy beauty, 
 
 Behold Thee face to face ; 
 Behold Thee in Thy glory, 
 
 And reap Thy smile of grace ; 
 And be with Thee for ever. 
 
 And never grieve Thee more ! 
 Dear Saviour, I rmtst praise Thee, 
 
 And lovingly adore. 
 
 Silent in fiot^e. 
 
 " He will rest* in His love." 
 
 T OVE culminates in bliss when it doth reach 
 ^ A white, unflickering, fear-consuming glow ; 
 
 And, knowing it is known as it doth know, 
 Needs no assuring word or soothing speech. 
 It craves but silent nearness, so to rest. 
 
 No sound, no movement, love not heard but felt, 
 
 Longer and longer still, till time should melt, 
 A snow-flake on the eternal ocean's breast. 
 
 Have moments of this silence starred thy past, 
 Made memory a glory-haunted place. 
 Taught all the joy that mortal ken can trace } 
 
 By greater light 'tis but a shadow cast ; — 
 S'o shall the Lord thy God rejoice o'er thee. 
 And in His love will rest, and silent be. 
 
 * Marginal reading—'' be sile7tt.'''* 
 29 
 
£igl)t at ffit^cntibe.'^ 
 
 Zech. xiv. 7. — "At evening time it shall be light/' 
 
 "PvEAR LORD, Thy good and precious Book 
 ^ seems written all for me ; 
 Wherever I may open it, I find a word from Thee. 
 My eyes are dim, but this one verse is pillow for 
 
 the night, 
 Thy promise that *' At Evening Time it shall 
 
 be " surely "light." 
 
 It w^as not always light with me ; for many a sin- 
 ful year 
 
 I walked in darkness, far from Thee ; but Thou 
 hast brought me near, 
 
 And washed me in Thy precious blood, and 
 taught me by Thy grace, 
 
 And lifted up on my poor soul the brightness of 
 Thy Face. 
 
 My Saviour died in darkness that I might live in 
 
 light, 
 He closed His eyes in death that mine might 
 
 have the heavenly sight ; 
 He gave up all His glory to bring it down to me, 
 And took the sinner's place that He the sinner's 
 
 Friend might be. 
 
 * Written to accompany an engraving: — An old man, worn, but 
 peaceful, sitting at his cottage door in evening sunlight, with The 
 Book on his knee. 
 
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LIGHT AT E V EN TIDE. 
 
 His Spirit shines upon His Word, and makes it 
 
 sweet indeed, 
 Just like a shining lamp held up beside me as I 
 
 read ; 
 And brings it to my mind again alone upon my 
 
 bed. 
 Till all abroad within my heart the love of God 
 
 is shed. 
 
 I've nearly passed the shadows and the sorrows 
 
 here below ; 
 A little while — a little while, and He will come, 
 
 I know. 
 And take me to the glory that I think is very 
 
 near. 
 Where I shall see Him face to face and His kind 
 
 welcome hear. 
 
 And now my loving Jesus is my Light at Even- 
 tide, 
 
 The welcome Guest that enters in for ever to 
 abide : 
 
 He never leaves me in the dark, but leads me all 
 the way, — 
 
 So it is light at Evening time, and soon it will 
 be Day. 
 
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peaceable Sxniu 
 
 Heb. xii. II. — " Nevertheless, afterward, it yieldeth the peaceable 
 fruit of righteousness." 
 
 WHAT shall Thine "afterward " be, O Lord, 
 * • For this dark and suffering night ? 
 
 Father, la/ia^ shall Thine " afterward " be ? 
 Hast Thou a morning of joy for me. 
 And a new and joyous light ? 
 
 What shall Thine "afterward " be, O Lord, 
 
 For the moan that I cannot stay ? 
 Shall it issue in some new song of praise. 
 Sweeter than sorrow^less heart could raise, 
 When the night hath passed away ? 
 
 What shall Thine " afterward " be, O Lord, 
 
 For this helplessness of pain ? 
 A clearer view of my home above. 
 Of my Father's strength and my Father's love ? 
 
 Shall this be my lasting gain ? 
 
 What shall Thine " afterward " be, O Lord ? 
 
 How long must Thy child endure ? 
 Thou knowest ! 'Tis well that I know it not. 
 Thine " afterward " cometh, I cannot tell what, 
 
 But I know that Thy word is sure. 
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PEACEABLE FRUIT, 
 
 What shall Thine " afterward " be, O Lord ? 
 
 I wonder and wait to see, 
 (While to Thy chasteni ig Hand I bow), 
 What " peaceable fruit " may be ripening now, 
 
 Ripening fast for me ! 
 
 ®l)e Song ClljaUce* 
 
 '< A/'OU bear the chalice." Is it so, my friend ? 
 ^ Have I indeed a chalice of sweet song, 
 With underflow of harmony made strong, 
 New calm of strength through throbbing veins to 
 
 send ? 
 I did not form or fill, — I do but spend 
 
 That which the Master poured into my soul, 
 His dewdrops caught in a poor earthen bowl. 
 That service so with praise might meekly blend. 
 May He who taught the morning stars to sing. 
 
 Aye keep my chalice cool, and pure, and sweet, 
 And grant me so with loving hand to bring 
 Refreshment to His w^eary ones, — to meet 
 Their thirst with water from God's music-spring, 
 And, bearing thus, to pour it at His feet. 
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Sanctificb. 
 
 1 Cor, i. 2.— •" Sanctified in Jesus Christ." 
 
 r^HURCH of God, beloved and chosen, Church 
 
 ^ of Christ, for whom He died. 
 
 Claim thy gifts and praise thy Giver ! — '* Ye are 
 
 washed and sajictified." 
 Sanctified by God the Father, and by Jesus Christ 
 
 His Son, 
 And by God the Holy Spirit, Holy, Holy Three 
 
 in One. 
 
 By His will He sanctifieth, by the Spirit's power 
 
 within : 
 By the loving Hand that chasteneth fruits of 
 
 righteousness to win ; 
 By His truth and by His promise, by the Word, 
 
 • His gift unpriced, 
 By His own blood, and by union with the risen 
 
 life of Christ. 
 
 Holiness by faith in Jesus, not by effort of thine 
 
 own, — 
 Sin's dominion crushed and broken by the power 
 
 of grace alone, — 
 God's own holiness within thee, His own beauty 
 
 on thy brow, — 
 This shall be thy pilgrim brightness, this thy 
 
 blessed portion now. 
 34 
 
SANCTIFIED. 
 
 He will sanctify thee wholly ; body, spirit, soul 
 shall be 
 
 Blameless till thy Saviour's coming in His glori- 
 ous majesty ! 
 
 He hath perfected for ever those whom He hath 
 sanctified ; 
 
 Spotless, glorious and holy, is the Church, His 
 chosen Bride. 
 
 (Eliosen £c660ns. 
 
 *' Him shall He teach in the way that He shall choose." — Ps, 
 
 XXV. 12. 
 
 TN the way that He shall choose 
 -*■ He will teach U3 ; 
 Not a lesson we shall lose. 
 All shall reach us. 
 
 Strange and difficult indeed 
 
 We may find it ; 
 But the blessing that we need 
 
 Is behind it. 
 
 All the lessons He shall send 
 
 Are the sweetest ; 
 And His training, in the end, 
 
 Is completest. 
 35 
 
®l)ine is t!)e pottjcr. 
 
 OUR FATHER, our Father, v/ho dwellest in 
 light. 
 We lean on Thy love, and we rest on Thy might ; 
 In weakness and weariness joy shall abound. 
 For strength everlasting in Thee shall be found : 
 Our refuge, our Helper, in conflict and woe, 
 Our mighty Defender, how blessed to know 
 That Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, Thy promise we earnestly claim. 
 The sanctified heart that shall hallow Thy Name ; 
 In ourselves, in our dear ones, throughout the 
 
 wide world, 
 Be Thy Name as a banner of glory unfurled ; 
 Let it triumph o'er evil and darkness and guilt, 
 We know Thou canst do it, we know that Thou 
 
 wilt. 
 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, w^e long for the glorious day 
 When all shall adore Thee, and all shall obey, 
 Oh hasten Thy kingdom, oh shew forth Thy 
 
 might. 
 
 And wave o'er the nations Thy sceptre of right. 
 
 Oh make up Thy jewels, the crown of Thy love. 
 
 And reign in our hearts as Thou reignest above, 
 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 
 36 
 
THINE IS THE PO WER. 
 
 Our Father, we pray that Thy will may be done. 
 For full acquiescence is heaven begun — 
 Both in us and by us Thy purpose be wrought, 
 In word and in action, in spirit and thought ; 
 And Thou canst enable us thus to fulfil, 
 With holy rejoicing, Thy glorious will. 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, Thou carest; Thou knowest indeed 
 Our inmost desires, our manifold need ; 
 The fount of Thy mercies shall never be dry. 
 For Thy riches in glory shall mete the supply ; 
 Our bread shall be given, our water be sure, 
 And nothing shall fail, for Thy word shall endure, 
 And Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, forgive us, for we have transgressed. 
 Have wounded Thy love, and forsaken Thy 
 
 breast ; 
 In the peace of Thy pardon henceforth let us live, 
 That through Thy forgiveness we too may for- 
 give ; 
 The Son of Thy love, who hath taught us to pray, 
 For Thy treasures of mercy hath opened the way, 
 And Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Thou knowest our dangers. Thou knowest our 
 
 frame. 
 But a tower of strength is Thy glorious Name ; 
 Oh, lead us not into temptation, we pray, 
 37 
 
THINE IS THE PO WER. 
 
 But keep us, and let us not stumble or stray ; 
 Thy children shall under Thy shadow abide ; 
 in Thee as our Guide and our Shield we confide, 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, deliver Thy children from sin. 
 
 From evil without and from evil within. 
 
 From this world, with its manifold evil and 
 
 wrong, 
 From the wiles of the Evil One, subtle and 
 
 strong ; 
 Till, as Christ overcame, we, too, conquer and 
 
 sing. 
 All glory to Thee, our victorious King, 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 
 Our Father, Thy children rejoice in Thy reign, 
 Rejoice in Thy highness, and praise Thee again ! 
 Yea, Thine is the kingdom and Thine is the 
 
 might. 
 And Thine is the glory transcendently bright ; 
 For ever and ever that glory shall shine, 
 For ever and ever that kingdom be Thine, 
 For Thine is the Power ! 
 38 
 
iXlljat ®I)Ott tout. 
 
 "PvO what Thou wilt ! yes, only do 
 ^ What seemeth good to Thee : 
 Thou art so loving, wise, and true, 
 It must be best for me. 
 
 Send what Thou wilt ; or beating shower. 
 
 Soft dew, or brilliant sun ; 
 Alike in still and stormy hour, 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 Teach what Thou wilt ; and make me learn 
 
 Each lesson full and sweet, 
 And deeper things of God discern 
 
 While sitting at Thy feet. 
 
 Say what Thou wilt ; and let each word 
 
 My quick obedience win ; 
 Let loyalty and love be stirred 
 
 To deeper glow within. 
 
 Give what Thou wilt ; for then I know 
 
 I shall be rich indeed : 
 My King rejoices to bestow 
 
 Supply for every need. 
 
 Take what Thou wilt, beloved Lord, 
 
 For I have all in Thee ! 
 My own exceeding great reward. 
 
 Thou, Thou Thyself shalt be ! 
 39 
 
' ' q^EMPTED and tried ! " 
 ^ Oh ! the terrible tide 
 May be raging and deep, may be vvrathtul and 
 wide ! 
 
 Yet its fury is vain, 
 For the Lord shall restrain ; 
 And for ever and ever Jehovah shall reign. 
 
 " Tempted and tried ! " 
 There is One at thy side, 
 
 And never in vain shall His children confide ! 
 He shall save and defend, 
 For He loves to the end, 
 
 Adorable Master and glorious Friend ! 
 
 " Tempted and tried ! " 
 
 Whate'er may betide. 
 In His secret pavilion His children shall hide ! 
 
 'Neath the shadowing wing 
 
 Of Eternity's King 
 His children shall trust and His servants shall sing. 
 
 ** Tempted and tried ! " 
 Yet the Lord shall abide 
 Thy faithful Redeemer, thy Keeper and Guide, 
 Thy Shield and thy Sword, 
 Thine exceeding Reward ! 
 Then enough for the servant to be as his Lord ! 
 40 
 
''TEMPTED AND TRIED:' 
 
 "Tempted and tried ! " 
 The Saviour who died 
 
 Hath called thee to sull[er and reign by His side. 
 His cross thou shalt bear 
 And His crown thou shalt wear, 
 
 And for ever and ever His glory shalt share. 
 
 Dailjj Strcngtf). 
 
 << A S thy day thy strength shall be !" 
 ^ This should be enough for thee ; 
 He who knows thy frame will spare 
 Burdens more than thou canst bear. 
 
 When thy days are veiled in night, 
 Christ shall give thee heavenly light; 
 Seem they wearisome and long, 
 Yet in Him thou shalt be strong. 
 
 Cold and wintry though they prove, 
 Thine the sunshine of His love ; 
 Or, with fervid heat oppressed. 
 In His shadow thou shalt rest. 
 
 When thy days on earth are past, 
 Christ shall call thee home at last. 
 His redeeming love to praise, 
 Who hath strengthened all thy days. 
 
@ri)e Qloming of il]c Scaler- 
 
 Mat. xiv. 34-36. — "" They came into the land of Gennesaret. 
 And WHEN the men of that place had knowledge of Him, they sent 
 out into all that country round about, and brought unto Kim all 
 that were diseased, and besought Him that they might only touch 
 the hem of His garment ; and as many as touched were made per- 
 fectly whole." 
 
 "PROM the watch of lonely mountain prayer, in 
 
 ■^ gathering storm and blast ; 
 
 From the path no mortal foot could tread, o'er 
 waters wild and vast, 
 
 HE came, the glorious Son of God, with healing, 
 love, and light. 
 
 To the land of far Gennesaret, that lay in shad- 
 owy night. 
 
 O blessed morning, sunrise true, upon that 
 gloomy shore ! 
 
 Where they who walked in darkness long, the 
 Light of Life adore. 
 
 O blessed coming to the land of Death's usurp- 
 ing sway. 
 
 For where those shining footsteps fall, the shad- 
 ows flee away ! 
 
 But w/ien the Light had touched the hills by 
 
 slumbering Galilee, 
 The golden wave must roll afar towards the 
 
 western sea ; 
 
 42 
 
THE COMING OF THE HEALER. 
 
 And when the men had knowledge of the Holy 
 
 One of God, 
 Then they sent out through all the land, and 
 
 spread His fame abroad. 
 
 And then they brought the suffering ones, the 
 lonely, or the dear. 
 
 And laid them at the Healer's feet, from far 
 away, or near : 
 
 Then bent before the Wondrous One, and ear- 
 nestly besought 
 
 That they might only touch the hem around His 
 garment wrought. 
 
 He heard the prayer, and gave the will and 
 
 strength to touch the hem ; 
 And gave the faith, and virtue flowed from Him, 
 
 and healed them : 
 For every one whose feeblest touch thus met the 
 
 Saviour's power. 
 Rose up in perfect health and strength in that 
 
 accepted hour. 
 
 O Tender One, O Mighty One, who never sent 
 away 
 
 The sinner or the sufferer, Thou art The Same 
 to-day ! 
 
 The Same in Love, the Same in Power, and Thou 
 art waiting still. 
 
 To heal the multitudes that come, yea, " whoso- 
 ever will ! " 
 
 43 
 
THE COMING OF THE HEALER. 
 
 We know Thee, blessed Saviour who hast " filled 
 
 us with good things," 
 Thou hast arisen on our land, with healing in 
 
 Thy wings, 
 Thou hast arisen on our hearts, with light and 
 
 life Divine, 
 Now bid us be Thy messengers, bid us "arise 
 
 and shine ! " 
 
 Oh let Thy spirit fire our zeal, that we may now 
 
 "send out,'* 
 And tell that Thou art come " in all the country 
 
 round about," — 
 That Thou art waiting now to heal, that Thou 
 
 art strong to save. 
 That Thou hast spoilt the Spoiler, Death, and 
 
 triumphed o'er the grave. 
 
 Oh make us fervent in the quest, that we may 
 
 bring them in. 
 The weary and the wounded, and the sufferers 
 
 from sin. 
 The stricken and the dying, let us seek them out 
 
 for Thee, 
 And lay them at Thy glorious feet, that healed 
 
 they may be. 
 
 O pour upon our waiting hearts the Spirit of 
 Thy grace, 
 
 That we may plead with Thee to shew the bright- 
 ness of Thy face, 
 44 
 
THE COMING OF THE HEALER, 
 
 Beseeching Thee to grant the will and strength 
 
 and faith to such 
 As lie in helpless misery, Thy garment's hem to 
 
 touch. 
 
 And then. Lord Jesus, make them whole, that 
 
 they may rise and bring 
 New praise and glory unto Thee, our Healer and 
 
 our King : 
 Yea, let Thy saving health be known through all 
 
 the earth abroad. 
 So shall the people praise Thy name, our Saviour 
 
 and our God. 
 
 ONLY a leaf, yet it shall bear 
 A wealth of love, of mintage true ! 
 Only a simple, earnest prayer, 
 
 That silently goes up for you ; 
 Yet you and I may never know 
 
 What blessings from that prayer may flow. 
 
 45 
 
SClje full of ©ternitg, 
 
 MANY a voice has echoed the cry for "a lull 
 in life," 
 Fainting under the noontide, fainting under the 
 
 strife. 
 Is it the wisest longing ? is it the truest gain ? 
 Is not the Master withholding possible loss and 
 pain ? 
 
 Perhaps if He sent the lull we might fail of our 
 
 heart's desire ! 
 Swift and sharp the concussion striking out 
 
 living fire, 
 Mighty and long the friction resulting in living 
 
 glow, 
 Heat that is force of the spirit, energy fruitful 
 
 in flow. 
 
 What if the blast should falter, what if the fire 
 
 be stilled, 
 What if the molten metal cool ere the mould be 
 
 filled ? 
 What if the hands hang down when a work is 
 
 almost done ? 
 What if the sword be dropped when a battle is 
 
 almost won ? 
 
 46 
 
THE LULL OF ETERNLTY, 
 
 Past many an unseen Maelstrom the strong wind 
 drives the skiff, 
 
 When a lull might drift it onward to fatal swirl 
 or cliff. 
 
 Faithful the guide that spurreth, sternly forbid- 
 ding repose, 
 
 When treacherous slumber lureth to pause amid 
 Alpine snows. 
 
 The lull of Time may be darkness, falling in 
 
 lonely night, 
 But the lull of Eternity neareth, rising in full 
 
 calm light ; 
 The earthly lull may be silence, desolate, deep, 
 
 and cold, 
 But the heavenly lull shall be music sweeter a 
 
 thousandfold. 
 
 Here, it is "calling apart,'* and the place may be 
 
 desert indeed, 
 Leaving and losing the blessings linked with our 
 
 busy need ; 
 There ! — why should I say it ? hath not the 
 
 heart leapt up. 
 Swift and glad, to the contrast, filling the full, 
 
 full cup ? 
 
 Still, shall the key-word, ringing, echo the same 
 
 sweet " Come ! '* 
 " Come " with the blessed myriads safe in the 
 
 Father's home ; 
 
 47 
 
THE LULL OF ETERNLTY. 
 
 "Come" — for the work is over, "come" — for 
 
 the feast is spread, 
 " Come " — for the crown of glory waits for the 
 
 weary head. 
 
 When the rest of faith is ended, and the rest in 
 
 hope is past, 
 The rest of love remaineth. Sabbath of life at 
 
 last. 
 No more fleeting hours, hurrying down the day. 
 But golden stillness of glory, never to pass 
 
 away. 
 
 Time with its pressure of moments, mocking us 
 
 as they fell 
 With relentless beat of a footstep, hour by hour 
 
 the knell 
 Of a hope or an aspiration, then shall have 
 
 passed away. 
 Leaving a grand calm leisure, leisure of endless 
 
 day. 
 
 Leisure that cannot be dimmed by the touch of 
 time or place. 
 
 Finding its counterpart measure only in infinite 
 space ; 
 
 Full, and yet ever filling, leisure without alloy, 
 
 Eternity's seal on the limitless charter of heav- 
 enly joy. 
 
 48 
 
THE LULL OF ETERNITY, 
 
 Leisure to fathom the fathomless, leisure to seek 
 
 and to know 
 Marvels and secrets and glories eternity only can 
 
 show ; 
 Leisure of holiest gladness, leisure of holiest 
 
 love. 
 Leisure to drink from the Fountain of infinite 
 
 peace above. 
 
 Art thou patiently toiling, waiting the Master's 
 
 will, 
 For a rest that never seems nearer, a hush that 
 
 is far off still ? 
 Does it seem that the noisy city never will let 
 
 thee hear 
 The sound of His gentle footsteps drawing, it 
 
 may be, near ? 
 
 Does it seem that the blinding dazzle of noon- 
 day glare and heat 
 
 Is a fiery veil between thy heart and visions high 
 and sweet ? 
 
 What though *' a lull m life " may never be made 
 for thee, 
 
 Soon shall a "better thing," be thine, the Lull 
 of Eternity. 
 
 49 
 
Saitl) anb Ueason. 
 
 "O EASON unstrings the harp to see 
 ■'-^ Wherein the music dwells ; 
 Faith pours a hallelujah song, 
 
 And heavenly rapture swells. 
 While Reason strives to count the drops 
 
 That lave our narrow strand, 
 Faith launches o'er the mighty deep 
 
 To seek a better land. 
 
 One is the foot that slowly treads 
 
 Where darkling mists enshroud ; 
 The other is the wing that cleaves 
 
 Each heaven-obscuring cloud. 
 Reason, the eye which sees but that 
 
 On which its glance is cast ; 
 Faith is the thought that blends in one 
 
 The Future and the Past. 
 
 In hours of darkness Reason waits, 
 
 Like those in days of yore, 
 Who rose not from their nightbound place 
 
 On dark Egyptian shore. 
 But Faith more firmly clasps the hand 
 
 That led her all the day, 
 And when the wished-for morning dawns, 
 
 Is farther on her way. 
 50 
 
FAITH AND REASON, 
 
 By Reason's alchemy in vain 
 
 Is golden treasure planned ; 
 Faith meekly takes a priceless crown 
 
 Won by no mortal hand. 
 While Reason is the labouring oar, 
 
 That smites the wrathful seas. 
 Faith is the snowy sail spread out 
 
 To catch the freshening breeze. 
 
 Reason, the telescope that scans 
 
 A universe of light ; 
 But Faith, the angel who may dwell 
 
 Among those regions bright. 
 Reason, a lonely towering elm, 
 
 May fall before the blast ; 
 Faith, like the \vy on the rock, 
 
 Is safe in clinging fast. 
 
 While Reason, like a Levite, waits 
 
 Where priest and people meet, 
 Faith, by "a new and living way," 
 
 Hath gained the mercy-seat. 
 While Reason but returns to tell 
 
 That this is not our rest. 
 Faith, like a weary dove, hath sought 
 
 A gracious Saviour's breast. 
 
 Yet both are surely precious gifts 
 From Him who leads us home; 
 
 Though in the wilds Himself hath trod 
 A little while we roam. 
 51 
 
FAITH AND REASON. 
 
 And, linked within the soul that knows 
 
 A living, loving Lord, 
 Faith strikes the keynote, Reason then 
 
 Fills up the full-toned chord. 
 
 Faith is the upward-pointing spire 
 
 O'er life's great temple springing, 
 From which the chimes of love float forth 
 
 Celestially ringing ; 
 While Reason stands below upon 
 
 The consecrated ground, 
 And, like a mighty buttress, clasps 
 
 The wide foundation round. 
 
 Faith is the bride that stands enrobed 
 
 In white and pure array ; 
 Reason, the handmaid who may share 
 
 The gladness of the day. 
 Faith leads the way, and Reason learns 
 
 To follow in her train. 
 Till, step by step, the goal is reached, 
 
 And death is glorious gain. 
 
 
 
 ^boralion. 
 MASTER, at Thy feet 
 I bow in rapture sweet ! 
 Before me, as in darkening glass. 
 Some glorious outlines pass, 
 Of love, and truth, and holiness, and power ; 
 I own them Thine, O Christ, and bless Thee for 
 this hour. 
 
 52 
 
ADORA TION. 
 
 full of truth and grace, 
 Smile of Jehovah's face, 
 
 O tenderest heart of love untold ! 
 Who may Thy praise unfold ? 
 Thee, Saviour, Lord of lords and King of 
 kings, 
 Well may adoring seraphs hymn with veiling 
 wings. 
 
 1 have no words to bring 
 Worthy of Thee, my King, 
 
 And yet one anthem in Thy praise 
 
 I long, I long to raise ; 
 The heart is full, the eye entranced above, 
 But words all melt away in silent awe and love. 
 
 How can the lip be dumb, 
 The hand all still and numb. 
 When Thee the heart doth see and own 
 
 Her Lord and God alone ? 
 Tune for Thyself the music of my days. 
 And open Thou my lips that I may show Thy 
 praise. 
 
 Yea, let my whole life be 
 
 One anthem unto Thee, 
 
 And let the praise of lip and life 
 
 Outring all sin and strife. 
 O Jesus, Master ! be Thy name supreme 
 For heaven and earth, the on^ the grand, the 
 eternal theme, 
 53 
 
Acts xxvii. 23. 
 WHOSE I AM. 
 
 JESUS, Master ! whose I am, 
 Purchased Thine alone to be, 
 By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb, 
 
 Shed so willingly for me ; 
 Let my heart be all Thine own, 
 Let me live to Thee alone. 
 
 Other lords have long held sway ; 
 
 jYow, Thy name alone to bear, 
 Thy dear voice alone obey, 
 
 Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
 Whom have I in heaven but Thee ! 
 Nothing else my joy can be. 
 
 Jesus, Master ! I am Thine ; 
 
 Keep me faithful, keep me near ; 
 Let Thy presence in me shine. 
 
 All my homeward way to cheer. 
 Jesus ! at Thy feet I fall ; 
 Oh, be Thou my All in all. 
 
 WHOM I SERVE. 
 
 Jesus, Master! whom I serve, 
 Though so feebly and so ill, 
 
 Strengthen hand and heart and nerve 
 All Thy bidding to fulfil. 
 54 
 
WHOSE I AM, AND WHOM I SERVE. 
 
 Open Thou mine eyes to see 
 All the work Thou hast for me. 
 
 Lord ! Thou needest not, I know. 
 Service such as I can bring ; 
 
 Yet I long to prove and show 
 Full allegiance to my King. 
 
 Thou an* honour art to me. 
 
 Let me be a praise to Thee. 
 
 Jesus, Master ! wilt Thou use 
 
 One who owes Thee more than all } 
 
 As Thou wilt ! I would not choose. 
 Only let me hear Thy call. 
 
 Jesus ! let me always be 
 
 In Thv service glad and free. 
 
 * See marginal reading of i Peter ii. 7. 
 
 % fragment. 
 
 UPON the same bright morning star 
 Our gaze may meet, though severed far ; 
 The Star of Bethlehem to-day 
 Shines brightly on our wintry way ; 
 And, gazing on its radiance clear. 
 Our hearts may meet, and we are near ! 
 55 
 
Be not toearg. 
 
 YES ! He knows the way is dreary, 
 Know^s " the weakness of our frame," 
 Knows that hand and heart are weary ; 
 
 He " in all points " felt the same. 
 He is near to help and bless ; 
 Be not weary, — onward press. 
 
 Look to Him, who once was walling 
 
 All His glory to resign. 
 That, for thee the lawr fulfilling, 
 
 AH His merit might be thine. 
 Strive to follow, day by day. 
 Where His footsteps mark the way. 
 
 Look to Him, — the Lord of Glory, 
 Tasting death to win thy life ; 
 
 Gazing on that " wondrous story," 
 Canst thou falter in the strife ? 
 
 Is it not new life to know 
 
 That the Lord hath loved thee so ? 
 
 Look to Him, — who ever liveth. 
 
 Interceding for His own ; 
 Seek, yea claim, the grace He giveth 
 
 Freely from His priestly throne : 
 Will He not thy strength renew 
 With His Spirit's quickening dew.? 
 56 
 
BE NOT WEARY. 
 
 Look to Him,— and faith shall brighten, 
 Hope shall soar and love shall burn, 
 
 Peace once more thy heart shall lighten ; 
 Rise ! He calleth thee : Return ! 
 
 Be not weary on thy way ; 
 
 Jesus is thy strength and stay. 
 
 \TEW mercies, new blessings, new light on thy 
 
 ^^ way: 
 
 New courage, new hope, and new strength for 
 
 each day ; 
 New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight. 
 New praise in the morning, new songs in the night ; 
 New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise ; 
 New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise ; 
 New gifts from His treasures, new smiles from 
 
 His face ; 
 New streams from the Fountain of infinite grace ; 
 New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love ; 
 New gleams of the glory that waits thee abov^e ; 
 New light of His countenance, full and unpriced ; 
 And this be the joy of thy new life in Christ ! 
 57 
 
'pHANKS be to God ! to whom earth owes 
 -*- Sunshine and breeze, 
 The heath-clad hill, the vale's repose, 
 
 Streamlet and seas. 
 The snow-drop and the summer rose, 
 
 The many-voiced trees. 
 
 Thanks for the darkness that reveals 
 
 Night's starry dower ; 
 And for the sable cloud that heals 
 
 Each fevered flower ; 
 And for the rushing storm that peals 
 
 Our weakness and Thy power. 
 
 Thanks for the sweetly-lingering might 
 
 In music's tone ; 
 For paths of knowledge, whose calm light 
 
 Is all Thine own ; 
 For thoughts that at the Infinite 
 
 Fold their bright wings alone. 
 
 Yet thanks that silence oft may flow 
 
 In dew-like store ; 
 Thanks for the mysteries that show 
 
 How small our lore ; 
 Thanks that we here so little know, 
 
 And trust Thee all the more. 
 58 
 
THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Thanks for the gladness that entwines 
 
 Our path below ; 
 Each sunrise that incarnadines 
 
 The cold, still snow ; 
 Thanks for the light of love, that shines 
 
 With brightest earthly glow. 
 
 Thanks for the sickness and the grief 
 
 That none may flee ; 
 For loved ones standing now around 
 
 The crystal sea ; 
 And for the weariness of heart 
 
 That only rests in Thee. 
 
 Thanks for Thine own thrice-blessdd Word, 
 
 And Sabbath rest ; 
 Thanks for the hope of glory stored 
 
 In mansions blest ; 
 And for the Spirit's comfort poured 
 
 Into the trembling breast. 
 
 Thanks, more than thanks, to Him ascend, 
 
 Who died to win 
 Our life, and every trophy rend 
 
 From Death and Sin ; 
 Till, when the thanks of earth shall end. 
 
 The thanks of heaven begin. 
 
 59 
 
®l)c ©real ^cad)cx. 
 
 T LOVE to feel that I am taught ; 
 
 -*■ And, as a little child, 
 
 To note the lessons I have learnt 
 
 In passing through the wild : 
 For I am sure God teaches me, 
 
 And His own gracious hand 
 Each varying page before me spreads, 
 
 By love and wisdom planned. 
 
 I often think I cannot spell 
 
 The lesson I must learn ; 
 And then, in weariness and doubt, 
 
 I pray the page may turn. 
 But time goes on, and soon I find 
 
 I was learning all the while, 
 And words which seemed most dimly traced 
 
 Shine out with rainbow smile. • 
 
 Or sometimes strangely I forget. 
 
 And, learning o'er and o'er, 
 A lesson with my tear-drops wet. 
 
 Which I had learnt before. 
 He chides me not, but waits a while. 
 
 Then wipes my heavy eyes : 
 Oh ! what a Teacher is our God, 
 
 So patient and so wise. 
 60 
 
THE GREAT TEACHER. 
 
 Dark silent hours of study fall, 
 
 And I can scarcely see ; 
 Then one beside me whispers low 
 
 What is so hard to me. 
 'Tis easier then ! I am so glad 
 
 I am not taught alone ; 
 It is such help to overhear 
 
 A lesson like my own. 
 
 Sometimes the Master gives to me 
 
 A strange new alphabet ; 
 I wonder what its use will be, 
 
 Or why it need be set. 
 And then I find this tongue alone 
 
 Some stranger ear can reach, 
 On whom He may commission me 
 
 For Him to train or teach. 
 
 If others sadly bring to me 
 
 A lesson hard and new, 
 I often find that helping them 
 
 Has made me learn it too. 
 Or had I learnt it long before, 
 
 My toil is overpaid, 
 If so one tearful eye may see 
 
 One lesson plainer made. 
 
 We do not see our Teacher's face, 
 We do not hear His voice. 
 
 And yet we know that He is near. 
 We feel it and rejoice. 
 6i 
 
THE GREAT TEACHER. 
 
 There is a music round our hearts, 
 
 Set in no mortal key, 
 There is a Presence with our souls, 
 
 We know that it is He. 
 
 His loving teaching cannot fail, 
 
 But we shall know at last 
 Each task that seemed so hard and strange, 
 
 When learning-time is past. 
 Oh may we learn to love Him more 
 
 By every opening page, 
 By every lesson He shall mark 
 
 With daily ripening age. 
 
 And then to know as we are known 
 
 Shall be our glorious prize. 
 To see the Teacher who hath been 
 
 So patient and so wise. 
 O joy untold ! Yet not alone 
 
 Shall ours the gladness be ; 
 The travail of His soul in us 
 
 Our Saviour-God shall see. 
 
 ^scjcnsion Song. 
 
 " He ascended up on high." — Eph. iv. 8. 
 
 GOLDEN harps are sounding, 
 Angel voices ring, 
 Pearly gates are opened — 
 
 Opened for the King ; 
 Christ, the King of Glory, 
 Jesus. King of Love, 
 62 
 
ASCENSION SONG, 
 
 Is gone up in triumph 
 To His throne above. 
 All His work is ended, 
 
 Joyfully we sing, 
 Jesus hath ascended ! 
 Glory to our King ! 
 
 He who came to save us, 
 He who bled and died, 
 Now is crowned with glory 
 
 At His Father s side. 
 Never more to suffer. 
 Never more to die : 
 Jesus, King of Glory, 
 Is gone up on high. 
 All His work is ended, 
 
 Joyfully we sing, 
 Jesus hath ascended ! 
 Glory to our King ! 
 
 Praying for His children, 
 
 In that blessed place, 
 Calling them to glory, 
 
 Sending them His grace : 
 His bright home preparing, 
 
 Faithful ones, for you ; 
 Jesus ever liveth, 
 Ever loveth too. 
 
 All His work is ended, 
 
 Joyfully wx sing, 
 Jesus hath ascended ! 
 Glory to our King ! 
 63 
 
% ©rcat ittijstcrg. 
 
 n^HERE is a hush in earth and sky 
 -■- The ear is free to list aright 
 In darkness, veiling from the eye 
 The many-coloured spells of light. 
 
 Not heralded by fire and storm, 
 In shadowy outline dimly seen. 
 
 Comes through the gloom a glorious Form, 
 The once-despised Nazarene. 
 
 Through waiting silence, voiceless shade, 
 A still small Voice so clearly floats, 
 
 A listening lifetime were overpaid 
 By one sweet echo of such notes. 
 
 " Fear not, beloved, thou art Mine, 
 For I have given My life for thee ; 
 By name I call thee, rise and shine. 
 Be praise and glory unto Me. 
 
 " In Me all spotless and complete. 
 And in My comeliness most fair 
 Art thou ; to Me thy voice is sweet, 
 Prevailing in thy feeblest prayer. 
 
 *' Thy life is hid in God with Me, 
 
 I stoop to dwell within thy breast ; 
 My joy for ever thou shalt be, 
 And in My love for thee I rest. 
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A GREA T MYSTER Y. 
 
 " O Prince's daughter, whom I see 
 In bridal garments pure as light, 
 Betrothed for ever unto Me, 
 On thee My own New Name I write." 
 
 Lo, 'neath the stars' uncertain ray. 
 In flowing mantle glistening fair, 
 
 One, lowly bending, turns away 
 
 From that sweet Voice in cold despair. 
 
 Is it Humility, who sees 
 
 Herself unworthy of such grace, 
 
 Who dares not hope her Lord to please — 
 Who dares not look upon His face? 
 
 Nay ! where that mantle fleeting gleams, 
 
 'Tis Unbelief who turns aside ; 
 Who rather rests in self-spun dreams 
 
 Than trust the love of him who died. 
 
 Faith casts away the fair disguise ; 
 
 She will not doubt her Master's voice. 
 And droop when He hath bid her rise, 
 
 Or mourn when He hath said, " Rejoice ! ' 
 
 Her stained and soiled robe she leaves, 
 And Christ's own shining raiment takes ; 
 
 What His love gives, her love receives. 
 And meek and trustful answer makes : 
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A GREA T MYSTER K. 
 
 " Behold the handmaid of the Lord ! 
 Thou callest, and I come to Thee ; 
 According to Thy faithful word, 
 
 Master, be it unto me. 
 
 " Thy love I cannot comprehend, 
 
 1 only know Thy word is true, 
 And that Thou lovest to the end 
 
 Each whom to Thee the Father drew, 
 
 ** Oh, take the heart I could not give 
 
 Without Thy strength-bestowing call ; 
 In Thee and for Thee let me live, 
 For I am nothing — Thou art all." 
 
 i^aithfiU Promises. 
 
 Isaiah xli. lo. 
 NEW year's hymn. 
 
 OTANDING at the portal of the opening year, 
 ^ Words of comfort meet us, hushing every 
 
 fear; 
 Spoken through the silence by our Father's 
 
 voice, 
 Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice. 
 Onward then, and fear not, children of the day! 
 For His word shall never, never pass away. 
 66 
 
FAITHFUL PROMISES, 
 
 I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid ! 
 I will help and strengthen, be thou not dis- 
 mayed ! 
 Yea, I will uphold thee with My own right hand ; 
 Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand. 
 
 Onward then, and fear not, children of the day ! 
 
 For His word shall never, never pass away. 
 
 For the year before us, oh, what rich supplies ! 
 For the poor and needy living streams shall rise ; 
 For the sad and sinful shall His grace abound ; 
 For the faint and feeble perfect strength be 
 found. 
 
 Onward then, and fear not, children of the day ! 
 
 For His word shall never, never pass av/ay ! 
 
 He will never fail us, He will not forsake ; 
 His eternal covenant He will never break ! 
 Resting on His promise, what have we to fear.^ 
 God is all-sufficient for the coming year. 
 
 Onward then, and fear not, children of the day ! 
 
 For His word shall never, never pass away ! 
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peace, |)eace ! 
 
 TO HIM THAT IS FAR OFF. 
 
 1 EACE, peace ! 
 To him that is far away ! 
 Turn, O wanderer ! Why wilt thou die 
 When the peace is made that shall bring thee 
 
 nigh ? 
 Listen, oh rebel ! the heralds proclaim 
 The King's own peace through a Saviour's name : 
 Then yield thee to-day. 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 
 The word of the Lord to thee. 
 Peace, for thy passion and restless pride. 
 For thy endless cravings all unsupplied ; 
 Peace for thy weary and sin-worn breast, — 
 He knows the need who has promised rest, 
 
 And the gift is free. 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 Through Him who for all hath died! 
 Wider the terms than thy deepest guilt. 
 Or in vain were the blood of our Surety spilt : 
 Even because thou art far away, 
 For thee is the message of peace to-day. 
 Peace through the Crucified. 
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PEACE, PEACE! 
 
 AND TO HIM THAT IS NEAR. 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 
 Yea, peace to him that is near. 
 The crown is set on the Victor's brow, 
 For thy warfare is accomplished now ; 
 And for thee eternal peace is made 
 By the Lord on whom thy sins were laid. 
 
 Then why should'st thou fear ? 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 
 Wrought by the Spirit of might. 
 In thy deepest sorrow and sorest strife. 
 In the chances and changes of mortal life. 
 It is thine, beloved ! Christ's own bequest, 
 Which vainly the Tempter shall strive to wrest 
 
 It is now thy right. 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 Look for its bright increase ; 
 Deepening, widening, year by year, 
 Like a sunlit river, strong, calm and clear. 
 Lean on His love through this earthly vale, 
 For His word and His work can never fail, 
 And He is our Peace. 
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Not ^oxxx oxon. 
 
 ^ ^ NT^'^ your own ! " but His ye are, 
 •^^ Who hath paid a price untold 
 For your life, exceeding far 
 
 All earth's store of gems and gold. 
 With the precious blood of Christ, 
 Ransom-treasure all unpriced, 
 Full redemption is procured, 
 Free salvation is assured. 
 
 '* Not your own ! " but His by right. 
 His peculiar treasure now. 
 Fair and precious in His sight, 
 
 Purchased jewels for His brow. 
 He will keep what thus He sought, 
 Safely guard the dearly bought, 
 Cherish that which He did choose. 
 Always love and never lose. 
 
 " Not your own ! " but His, the King ; 
 His, the Lord of earth and sky ; 
 His, to whom archangels bring 
 
 Homage deep and praises high. 
 What can royal birth bestow, 
 Or the proudest titles show ? 
 Can such dignity be known 
 As the glorious name, " His Own "? 
 70 
 
NOT YOUR OWN. 
 
 ** Not your own ! " To Him ye owe 
 
 All your life and all your love. 
 Live that ye His praise may show, 
 
 Who is yet all praise above. 
 Every day and every hour, 
 Every gift and every power 
 Consecrate to Him alone. 
 Who hath claimed you for His own. 
 
 Teach us, Master, how to give 
 All we have and are to Thee ; 
 
 Grant us, Saviour, while we live. 
 Wholly, only, Thine to be. 
 
 Henceforth be our calling high, 
 
 Thee to serve and glorify ; 
 
 Ours no longer, but Thine own. 
 
 Thine for ever. Thine alone. 
 
 ®l)e toaiting toiitome. 
 
 'P HOUGH the circling flight of time m.ay find us 
 -'- Far apart, or severed more and more ; 
 Yet the farewell always lies behind us 
 And the welcome always lies before. 
 Meanwhile God is leading, surely, slowly, 
 
 Through the shadows with a hand of love, 
 To the house where, 'mid the myriads holy, 
 Only welcomes wait us both above. 
 71 
 
iDisaiapomtmcnt. 
 
 r^UR yet unfinished story 
 ^ Is tending all t© this : — • 
 To God the greatest glory, 
 To us the greatest bliss. 
 
 If all things work together 
 For ends so grand and blest. 
 
 What need to wonder whether 
 Each in itself is best ! 
 
 If some things were omitted. 
 Or altered as we would, 
 
 The whole might be unfitted 
 To work for perfect good. 
 
 Our plans may be disjointed, 
 But we may calmly rest ; 
 
 What God has once appointed 
 Is better than our best. 
 
 We cannot see before us. 
 But our all-seeing Friend 
 
 Is always watching o'er us. 
 And knows the very end. 
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DISAPPOINTMENT. 
 
 What though we seem to stumble. 
 
 He will not let us fall ; 
 And learning to be humble 
 
 Is not lost time at all. 
 
 What though we fondly reckoned — 
 
 A smoother way to go 
 Than where His hand has beckoned, 
 
 It will be better so. 
 
 What only seemed a barrier, 
 A stepping stone shall be ; 
 
 Our God is no long tarryer, 
 A present help is He. 
 
 And when, amid our blindness, 
 
 His disappointments fall, 
 We trust His loving-kindness, 
 
 Whose wisdom sends them all. 
 
 They are the purple fringes 
 That hide His glorious feet ; 
 
 They are the fire-wrought hinges, 
 Where truth and mercy meet. 
 
 By them the golden portal 
 
 Of Providence shall ope, 
 And lift to praise immortal 
 
 The songs of faith and hope. 
 
 From broken alabaster 
 Was deathless fragrance shed ; 
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DISAPPOINTMENT. 
 
 The spikenard flowed the faster 
 Upon the Saviour's head. 
 
 No shattered box of ointment 
 
 We ever need regret, 
 For out of disappointment 
 
 Flow sweetest odours yet. 
 
 The discord that involveth 
 Some startling change of key. 
 
 The Master's hand resolveth 
 In richest harmony. 
 
 We hush our children's laughter. 
 When sunset hues grow pale ; 
 
 Then, in the silence after, 
 They hear the nightingale. 
 
 We mourned the lamp declining. 
 That glimmered at our side ; 
 
 The glorious starlight shining 
 Has proved a surer guide. 
 
 Then tremble not and shrink not 
 When Disappointment nears ; 
 
 Be trustful still, and think not 
 To realize all fears. 
 
 While we are meekly kneeling. 
 We shall behold her rise, 
 
 Our Father's love revealing, 
 An angel in disguise. 
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^n0tl}cr Sear. 
 
 ANOTHER year is dawning! 
 Dear Master, let it be 
 In working or in waiting, 
 Another year with Thee. 
 
 Another year of leaning 
 Upon Thy loving breast, 
 
 Of ever-deepening trustfulness, 
 Of quiet, happy rest. 
 
 Another year of mercies, 
 Of faithfulness and grace ; 
 
 Another year of gladness 
 In the shining of Thy face. 
 
 Another year of progress, 
 Another year of praise ; 
 
 Another year of proving 
 
 Thy presence " all the days. * 
 
 Another year of service, 
 Of witness for Thy love ; 
 
 Another year of training 
 For holier work above. 
 
 Another year is dawning ! 
 
 Dear Master, let it be. 
 On earth, or else in heaven, 
 
 Another year for Thee ! 
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'T^O whom, O Saviour, shall we go, 
 -'■ For life and joy and light ? 
 No help, no comfort here below, 
 No lasting gladness we may know, 
 
 No hope may bless our sight. 
 Our souls are weary and athirst, 
 But Earth is iron-bound and cursed, 
 And nothing she may yield can stay 
 The restless yearnings day by day. 
 Yet without Thee, Redeemer blest, 
 We would not, if we could, find rest. 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall we go } 
 
 We gaze around in vain ; 
 Though Pleasure's fairy lute be strung. 
 And Mirth's enchaining lay be sung, 
 
 We dare not trust the strain. 
 The touch of sorrow or of sin 
 Hath saddened all, without, within ; 
 What here we fondly love and prize, 
 However beauteous be its guise. 
 Has passed, is passing, or may pass. 
 Like frost-fringe on the autumn grass. 
 76 
 
FAITH'S QUESTION. 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall we go ? 
 
 Our spirits dimly wait 
 In the dungeon of this mortal frame, 
 And only one of direful name 
 
 Can force its sin-barred gate. 
 Our loved ones can but greet us through 
 The prison grate from which we view 
 All outward things. They enter not : — 
 Thou, Thou alone, canst cheer our lot. 
 O Christ, we long for Thee to dwell 
 Within our solitary cell. 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall we go } 
 
 Unless Thy voice we hear, 
 All tuneless falls the sweetest song, 
 And lonely seems the busiest throng 
 
 Unless we feel Thee near. 
 We dare not think what Earth would be, 
 Thou Heaven-Creator, but for Thee : — 
 A howling chaos, wild and dark. 
 One flood of horror, while no ark 
 Upborne above the gloom-piled wave, 
 From one great death-abyss might save. 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall w^e go } 
 
 The Tempter's power is great ; 
 Fast in our hearts is evil bound, 
 And lurking stealthily around. 
 Still for our souls doth wait, 
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FAITH'S QUESTION, 
 
 Thou Tempted One, whose suffering heart 
 In all our sorrows bore a part, 
 Whose life-blood only could atone, 
 Too weak are we to stand alone ; 
 And nothing but Thy shield of light 
 Can guard us in the dreaded fight. 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall we go ? 
 
 The night of death draws near ; 
 Its shadow must be passed alone, 
 No friend can with our souls go down 
 
 The untried way to cheer. 
 Thou hast the words of endless life, 
 Thou givest victory in the strife. 
 Thou only art the changeless Friend 
 On whom for aye we may depend. 
 In life, in death, alike we flee, 
 O Saviour of the world, to Thee ! 
 
 PATHER, w^here the shadows fall 
 
 ^ Deeper yet, deepest of all, 
 
 Send Thy peace, and show Thy power 
 
 In affliction's direst hour ; 
 To each mourning heart draw near. 
 
 Soothe and bless, sustain and cheer. 
 Thou wilt hear, I know not how ! 
 
 Thou canst help, "and only Thou." 
 This my prayer I leave with Thee. 
 
 Father ! hear and answer me 
 For the sake of Him who knows 
 
 All our love and all our woes. 
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Phil. iv. 19. — '' My God shall -supply all your need, according to 
 his riches in glory, by Christ Jesus." 
 
 "llfHO shall tell our untold need, 
 • '^ Deeply felt, though scarcely known? 
 Who the hungering soul shall feed. 
 Guide, and guard, but God alone ? 
 Blessed promise ! while w^e see 
 Earthly friends must powerless be, 
 Earthly fountains quickly dry, 
 " God " shall all your need supply. 
 
 He hath said it I and we know 
 
 Nothing less can we receive ; 
 Oh ! that thankful love may glow, 
 
 While w^e restfully believe ; 
 Ask not how, — but trust Him still. 
 Ask not when, — but wait His will. 
 Simply on His w^ord rely, 
 God " SHALL " all your need supply. 
 
 Through the w^hole of life's long w^ay, 
 Outward, inw^ard need we trace, 
 
 Need arising day by day. 
 
 Patience, wisdom, strength and grace. 
 79 
 
ALL YOUR NEED. 
 
 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 ** your '* need supply. 
 
 Yet we often vainly plead 
 For a seeming good denied; 
 
 What we deem a pressing need 
 Still remaining unsupplied. 
 
 Yet from evil all concealed, 
 
 Thus our wisest Friend doth shield ; 
 
 No ^^^^ thing will He deny; 
 
 God shall all your " need " supply. 
 
 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, 
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ALL YOUR NEED. 
 
 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 Greek word is much stronejer than the English- 
 -'" will supply to the full," '' will fill up," '' satisfy." 
 
 OLORD, our Lord ! how excellent Thy name 
 Throughout this universal frame ! 
 
 Therefore Thy children rest 
 Beneath the shadow of Thy wings, 
 
 A shelter safe and blest ; 
 And tune their often tremulous strings 
 Thy love to praise. Thy glory to proclaim. 
 The Merciful, the Gracious One, eternally The 
 Same. 
 
 8i 
 
9i;i)S toill be Done. 
 
 *' Understanding what the will of the Lord is." 
 
 TiriTH quivering heart and trembling will 
 * * The word hath passed thy lips, 
 Within the shadow, cold and still, 
 
 Of some fair joy's eclipse. 
 "Thy will be done ! " Thy God hath heard, 
 And He will crown that faith-framed word. 
 
 Thy prayer shall be fulfilled, — but how } 
 
 His thoughts are not as thine ; 
 While thou wouldst only weep and bow, 
 
 He saith, "Arise and shine I " 
 Thy thoughts were all of grief and night, 
 But His of boundless joy and light. 
 
 Thy Father reigns supreme above ; 
 
 The glory of His name 
 Is Grace and Wisdom, Truth and Love, 
 
 His w^ill must be the same. 
 And thou hast asked all joys in one, 
 In whispering forth, " Thy will be done." ^ 
 
 His will — each soul to sanctify 
 
 Redeeming might hath won ; ''* *^ 
 
 His will — that thou shouldst never die. 
 Believing on His Son ;t 
 
 His v/ill — that thou through earthly strife 
 
 Shouldst rise to everlasting life, X 
 
 * 1 Th. iv. 3. t John vi. 40. % John vi. 39. 
 
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THY WILL BE DONE, 
 
 That one unchanging song of praise 
 
 Should from our hearts arise ; * 
 That we should know His wondrous ways. 
 
 Though hidden from the wise ; t 
 That we, so sinful and so base, 
 Should show the glory of His grace. \ 
 
 His will — to grant the yearning prayer 
 
 For dear ones far away, § 
 That they His peace and love may share. 
 
 And tread His pleasant way. 
 That in the Father and the Son, 
 All perfect we may be in one. [ 
 
 His will — the little flock to bring 
 
 Into His royal fold,^ 
 To reign for ever with their King, 
 
 His beauty to behold ; 
 Sin's fell dominion crushed for aye, 
 Sorrow and sighing fled away. 
 
 This thou hast asked ! And shall the prayer 
 
 Float upward on a sigh } 
 No song were sweet enough to bear 
 
 Such glad desires on high. 
 But God thy Father shall fulfil, 
 In thee and for thee, all His will. 
 
 * I Th v. i8. t Mat. xi. 25, 26. % Eph. i. 5, 6, ti, 12. 
 
 i I John v. 14-16. i John xvii. 23. •[ Luke xii. 32. 
 
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®l)e ®l)ings toljict) art Jici)\nb. 
 
 T EAVE behind earth's empty pleasure, 
 ■^ Fleeting hope and changeful love, 
 Leave its soon corroding treasure ; 
 There are better things above. 
 
 Leave, O leave thy fond aspirings. 
 Bid thy restless heart be still ; 
 
 Cease, O cease thy vain desirings, 
 Only seek thy Father's will. 
 
 Leave behind thy faithless sorrov/. 
 And thine every anxious care ; 
 
 He who only knows the morrow 
 Can for thee its burden bear. 
 
 Leave behind the doubting spirit. 
 
 And thy heavy load of sin ; 
 By thy mighty Saviour's merit 
 
 Life eternal thou shalt win. 
 
 Leave the darkness gathering o'er thee. 
 Leave the shadow-land behind ; 
 
 Realms of glory lie before thee. 
 Enter in, and welcome find. 
 84 
 
''ittaster, sag on! '' 
 
 l\/[ ASTER, speak! Thy servant heareth, 
 ^^^ Longing for Thy gracious word. 
 Longing for Thy voice that cheereth ; 
 
 Master, let it now be heard. 
 I am listening, Lord, for Thee ; 
 What hast Thou to say to me ? 
 
 Master, speak in love and power; 
 
 Crown the mercies of the day. 
 In this quiet evening hour 
 
 Of the moonrise o'er the bay. 
 With the music of the voice ; 
 Speak, and bid Thy child rejoice. 
 
 Often through my heart is pealing 
 Many another voice than Thine, 
 
 Many an unwilled echo stealing 
 From the walls of this Thy shrine. 
 
 Let Thy longed-for accents fall ; 
 
 Master, speak ! and silence all. 
 
 Master, speak ! I do not doubt Thee, 
 Though so tearfully I plead ; 
 
 Saviour, Shepherd ! oh, without Thee 
 Life would be a blank indeed. 
 
 But I long for fuller light, 
 
 Deeper love, and clearer sight. 
 
 Resting on the ** faithful saying,'* 
 Trusting what Thy gospel saith. 
 
 On Thy written promise staying 
 All my hope in life and death ; — 
 
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''MASTER, SA V ON^ 
 
 Yet I ask for something more 
 From Thy love's exhaustless store. 
 
 Speak to me by name, O Master, 
 
 Let me know it is to me ; 
 Speak, that I may follow faster, 
 
 With a step more firm and free, 
 Where the Shepherd leads the flock 
 In the shadow of the Rock. 
 
 Master, speak ! I kneel before Thee, 
 Listening, longing, waiting still ; 
 
 Oh, how long shall I implore Thee 
 This petition to fulfil ! 
 
 Hast Thou not one word for me ? 
 
 Must my prayer unanswered be ? 
 
 Master, speak ! Though least and lowest, 
 
 Let me not unheard depart; 
 Master, speak ! for oh, Thou knowest 
 
 All the yearning of my heart ; 
 Knowest all its truest need ; 
 Speak ! and make me blest indeed. 
 
 Master, speak ! and make me ready 
 When Thy voice is truly heard, 
 
 With obedience glad and steady 
 Still to follow every word. 
 
 I am listening. Lord, for Thee ; 
 
 Master, speak ! oh speak to me ! 
 86 
 
3 bib tl)is for tl)ec : 
 tDI)at Ijast tl)0U bone for iMe ? 
 
 T GAVE My life for thee, 
 
 j[ Gal. ii. 20 
 
 My precious blood I shed 
 
 I Pet. i. 19 
 
 That thou migh'st ransomed be, 
 
 Eph. i. 7 
 
 And quickened from the dead. 
 
 Eph. ii. i 
 
 I gave My life for thee : 
 
 Tit. ii. 14 
 
 What hast thou gfiven for Me ? 
 
 I spent long years for thee 
 
 I Tim. i. 15 
 
 In weariness and woe, 
 
 IsA. liii. 3 
 
 That an eternity 
 
 John xvii. 24 
 
 Of joy thou mightest know. 
 
 John xvi. 22 
 
 I spent long' years for thee : 
 
 John i. 10, 11 
 
 Hast thou spent one for Me .^ 
 
 My Father's home of light, 
 
 John xvii. 5 
 
 My rainbow-circled throne, 
 
 Rev. iv. -^ 
 
 I left for earthly night, 
 
 Phil. ii. 7 
 
 For wanderings sad and lone ; 
 
 Matt. viii. 20 
 
 1 left it all for thee : 
 
 2 Cor. viii. 9 
 
 Hast thou left aught for Me ? 
 87 
 
/ DID THIS FOR THEE. 
 I suffered much for thee, 
 
 IsA. liii. 3 
 
 More than thy tongue may tell 
 
 Mat. XX vi. 39 
 
 Of bitterest agony 
 
 Luke xxii. 44 
 
 To rescue thee from hell. 
 
 Rom. v. 9 
 
 I suffered much for thee : 
 
 I Pet. ii. 21-24 
 
 What canst thou bear for Me ? 
 
 And I have brought to thee, 
 
 John iv. 10-14 
 
 Down from My home above, 
 
 John iil. i^ 
 
 Salvation full and free, 
 
 Rev. xxi. 6. 
 
 My pardon and My love. 
 
 Acts v. 31 
 
 Great gifts I brought to thee : 
 
 PsA. Ixviii. 18 
 
 What hast thou brouo^ht to Me.^* 
 
 Oh let thy life be given, 
 
 Rom. vi. 13 
 
 Thy years for Him be spent ; 
 
 2 Cor. v. 15 
 
 World-fetters all be riven, 
 
 Phil. iii. S 
 
 And joy with suffering blent. 
 
 I Pet. iv. 13-16 
 
 I gave Myself for thee : 
 
 Eph, v. 2 
 
 Give thou thyself to Me. 
 
 Pro. xxiii. 26. 
 
Claris Sah\). 
 
 VVfHOM hear we tell of all the joy which lov- 
 • '' ing faith can bring, 
 
 The ever-widening glories reached on her strong 
 seraph wing ? 
 
 Is it not oftenest they who long have wrestled 
 with temptation, 
 
 Or passed through fiery baptisms of mighty trib- 
 ulation ? 
 
 Perhaps in life's great tapestry the darkest scenes 
 
 are where 
 The golden threads of faith glance forth most 
 
 radiant and fair ; 
 And, gazing on the coming years, which unknown 
 
 griefs may bring. 
 We hail the lamp which o'er them all shall 
 
 heavenly lustre fling. 
 
 Thank God ! there is at eventide a gleam of ruby 
 light, 
 
 A star of love amid the gloom of sorrow's lin- 
 gering night, 
 
 An ivy wreath upon the tomb, a haven in the 
 blast, 
 
 A staff for weary trembling ones, when youth 
 and health are past. 
 
 But shall we seek the diamonds in the lone and 
 
 dusty mine, 
 When 'mid the sunny sands of youth they wait 
 
 to flash and shine } 
 89 
 
EARL V FAITH. 
 
 Neglect the fountain of true joy till woe-streams 
 
 darkly flow, 
 Nor seek a Father's smile until the world's cold 
 
 frown we know ? 
 
 Nay ! be our faith the rosy crown on morn's un- 
 wrinkled brow, 
 
 The sparkling dewdrop on the grass, the blossom 
 on the bough ; 
 
 The gleam of pearly light within the snowy- 
 bosomed shell ; 
 
 An added power of loveliness in beauty's every 
 spell. 
 
 Oh ! let it be the sunlight of the pleasant sum- 
 mer hours, 
 
 That calls to pure and radiant birth unnumbered 
 fragrant flowers ; 
 
 That bathes in golden joyance every anthem- 
 murmuring tree. 
 
 And spreads a robe of glory o'er the silver- 
 crested sea. 
 
 Oh ! let it be the key-note of the symphony of 
 gladness. 
 
 Which wots not of the broken lyre, the requiem 
 of sadness ; 
 
 For they who melodies of heaven in hours of 
 brightness know. 
 
 Will modulate sweet harmony from earth's dis- 
 cordant woe ! 
 
 90 
 
LORD, is it still the right way, though I can- 
 not see Thy face, 
 Though I do not feel Thy presence, and Thine 
 
 all-sustaining grace ? 
 Can even this be leading through the bleak and 
 
 sunless wild 
 To the city of Thy holy rest, the mansions un- 
 defiled? 
 
 Lord, is it still the right way? A while ago I 
 
 passed. 
 Where every step seemed thornier and harder 
 
 than the last. 
 Where bitterest disappointment and inly aching 
 
 sorrow 
 Carved day by day a weary cross, renewed with 
 
 every morrow. 
 
 The heaviest end of that strange cross I knew 
 was laid on Thee, 
 
 So I could still press on secure of Thy deep sym- 
 pathy ; 
 
 Our upward path may well be steep, or how wxre 
 patience tried ! 
 
 I knew it was the right way, for it led me to Thy 
 side. 
 
 91 
 
THE RIGHT WA V. 
 
 But now I wait alone amid dim shadows dank 
 
 and chill ; 
 All moves and changes round me, but I seem 
 
 standing still ; 
 Or every feeble footstep I urge towards the light 
 Seems but to lead me farther into the silent 
 
 night. 
 
 I cannot hear Thy voice, Lord ! dost Thou still 
 hear my cry ? 
 
 I cling to Thine assurance that Thou art ever 
 nigh ; 
 
 I know that Thou art faithful ; I trust, but can- 
 not see 
 
 That it is still the right way by which Thou lead- 
 est me. 
 
 I think I could go forward with brave and joyful 
 heart, 
 
 Though every step should pierce me with un- 
 known fiery smart. 
 
 If only I might see Thee, if I might gaze above 
 
 On all the cloudless glory of the sunshine of 
 Thy love. 
 
 Is it really leading onwards? When the shadows 
 
 flee away, 
 Shall I find this path hath brought me more 
 
 near to perfect day ? 
 92 
 
THE RIGHT WA V. 
 • 
 Or am I left to wander thus, that I may stretch 
 
 my hand 
 To some still wearier traveller in this same 
 shadow land ? 
 
 Is this Thy chosen training for some future task 
 
 unknown ? 
 Is it that I may learn to rest upon Thy word 
 
 alone ? 
 Whate'er it be, oh ! leave me not, fulfil Thou 
 
 every hour 
 The purpose of Thy goodness, and the work of 
 
 faith with power. 
 
 I lay my prayer before Thee ! and, trusting in 
 
 Thy word. 
 Though all is silence in my heart, I know that 
 
 Thou hast heard. 
 To that blest City lead me. Lord, (still choosing 
 
 all my way,) 
 Where faith melts into vision as the starlight 
 
 into day. 
 
 l\CBU 
 
 **Thou hast made us for Thyself, and the heart never resteth 
 till it findeth rest in Thee.'' — SL Augustine. 
 
 Made for Thyself, O God ! 
 Made for Thy love. Thy service, Thy delight ; 
 
 93 
 
REST, -^ 
 
 Made to show forth Thy wisdom, grace, and 
 
 might ; 
 Made for Thy praise, whom veiled archangels 
 
 laud ; 
 O strange and glorious thought, that we may be 
 A joy to Thee ! 
 
 Yet the heart turns away 
 From this grand destiny of bliss, and deems 
 *Twas made for its poor self, for passing dreams ; 
 Chasing illusions melting day by day ) 
 Till for ourselves we read on this world's best — 
 
 " This is not rest." 
 
 Nor can the vain toil cease, 
 Till in the shadowy maze of life we meet 
 One who can guide our aching, wayward feet 
 To find Himself, our Way, our Life, our Peace. 
 In Him the long unrest is soothed and stilled, 
 
 Our hearts are filled. 
 
 O rest, so true, so sweet ! 
 (Would it were shared by all the weary world !) 
 'Neath shadowing banner of His love unfurled ; 
 We bend to kiss the Master's pierced feet ; 
 Then lean our love upon His boundless breast, 
 
 And know God's rest. 
 94 
 
peace. 
 
 TS this the peace of God, this strange, sweet 
 -■■ calm ? 
 The weary day is at its zenith still. 
 Yet 'tis as if beside some cool clear rill 
 Through shadowy stillness rose an evening 
 
 psalm, 
 And all the noise of life were hushed away, 
 And tranquil gladness reigned with gently sooth- 
 ing sway. 
 
 It was not so just now. I turned aside 
 
 With aching head, and heart most sorely 
 
 bowed ; 
 Around me cares and griefs in crushing crowd ; 
 While inly rose the sense, in swelling tide, 
 Of weakness, insufficiency, and sin. 
 And fear and gloom and doubt in mighty flood 
 rolled in. 
 
 That rushing flood I had no power to meet. 
 Nor strength to flee : my present, future, past, 
 My self, my sorrow, and my sin, I cast 
 In utter helplessness at Jesus' feet ; 
 Then bent before the storm, if such His will. 
 He saw the winds and waves, and whispered 
 " Peace, be still ! " 
 95 
 
PEACE. 
 
 And there was calm ! O Saviour, I have proved 
 That Thou to help and save art really near; 
 How else this quiet rest from grief, and fear, 
 
 And all distress ? The cross is not removed, 
 
 I must go forth to bear it as before, 
 
 But leaning on Thine arm, I dread its weight no 
 more. 
 
 Is it indeed Thy peace ? I have not tried 
 To analyze my faith, dissect my trust. 
 Or measure if belief be full and just. 
 And therefore claim Thy peace. But Thou hast 
 
 died : 
 I know that this is true, and true for me. 
 And, knowing it, I come and cast my all on 
 Thee. 
 
 It is not that I feel less weak, but Thou 
 Wilt be my strength, — it is not that I see 
 Less sin, but more of pardoning love in Thee, 
 And all-sufficient grace. Enough ! And now 
 All fluttering thought is stilled ; I only rest, 
 And feel that Thou art near, and know that I am 
 blessed. 
 
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Qftierlasting Coue. 
 
 " Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore witl 
 lovingkindness have I drawn thee." "No man can come to me 
 except the Father which hath sent me draw him." 
 
 ' ^ C" OD'S everlasting love ! What wouldst thou 
 ^ more ? " 
 
 O true and tender friend, well hast thou 
 spoken ! 
 My heart was restless, weary, sad, and sore, 
 And longed and listened for some heaven-sent 
 token ; 
 And, like a child that knows not why it cried, 
 'Mid God's full promises it moaned *' Unsatis- 
 fied ! " 
 
 Yet there it stands. O love surpassing thought, 
 So bright, so grand, so clear, so true, so glori- 
 ous ; 
 
 Love infinite, love tender, love unsought. 
 Love changeless, love rejoicing, love victorious : 
 
 And this great love for us, in boundless store : 
 
 God's everlasting love ! What would we more 1 
 
 Yes, one thing more. — To know it ours indeed, 
 To add the conscious joy of full possession. 
 
 O tender grace, that stoops to every need ! 
 This everlasting love hath found expression 
 
 In lovingkindness, which hath gently drawn 
 
 The heart that else astray too willingly had gone. 
 97 
 
E VERLA S TING L O VE. 
 
 From no less fountain such a stream could flow. 
 No other root could yield so fair a flower; 
 
 Had He not loved, He had not drawn us so ; 
 Had He not drawn, we had nor will nor power 
 
 To rise, to come ; — the Saviour had passed by, 
 
 Where we in blindness sat without one care or 
 cry. 
 
 We thirst for God, our treasure is above, 
 
 Earth has no gift our one desire to meet ; 
 And this desire is pledge of His own love. 
 
 Sweet question, with no answer ! — oh, how 
 sweet ! 
 My heart in chiming gladness, o'er and o'er, 
 Sings on, — " God's everlasting love ! What 
 would'st thou more ! " 
 
 DETURN! 
 
 ■'-^ O wanderer from my side ! 
 Soon droops each blossom of the darkening wild 
 Soon melts each meteor which thy steps be- 
 guiled, 
 Soon is the cistern dry which thou hast hewn, 
 And thou wilt weep in bitterness full soon. 
 Return ! ere gathering night shall shroud the 
 
 way 
 Thy footsteps yet may tread, in this the accepted . 
 day. 
 
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CHRIST'S RECALL. 
 
 Return ! 
 O erring, yet beloved ! 
 I wait to bind thy bleeding feet, for keen 
 And rankling are the thorns where thou hast 
 
 been ; 
 I wait to give thee pardon, love and rest. 
 (Is not my joy to see thee safe and blest ?) 
 Return ! I wait to hear once more thy voice, 
 To welcome thee anew, and bid thy heart rejoice ! 
 
 Return ! 
 O fallen ; yet not lost ! 
 Canst thou forget the life for thee laid down. 
 The taunts, the scourging, and the thorny crown? 
 When o'er thee first my spotless robe I spread. 
 And poured the oil of joy upon thy head. 
 How did thy wakening heart within thee burn ! 
 Canst thou remember all, and wilt thou not 
 return ? 
 
 Return ! 
 O chosen of my love ! 
 Fear not to meet thy beckoning Saviour's view ; 
 Long ere I called thee by thy name, I knew 
 That very treacherously thou would'st deal ; 
 Now I have seen thy ways, — yet I will heal. 
 Return ! Wilt thou yet linger far from me ? 
 My wrath is turned away, I have redeemed Thee ! 
 
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®l)2 £at\)cx toaits far ®:i)cc. 
 
 TITANDERER from thy Father's home. 
 * * So full of sin, so far away, 
 
 Wilt thou any longer roam ? 
 Oh, wilt thou not return to-day ? 
 
 IV//^ thou ? Oh, He knows it all. 
 Thy Father sees, He meets thee here ! 
 
 lVi7^ thou ? Hear His tender call, 
 ** Return, return ! " while He is near. 
 
 He is here ! His loving voice 
 Hath reached thee, though so far away ! 
 
 He is w^aiting to rejoice, 
 O wandering one, o'er thee to-day. 
 
 Waiting, waiting to bestow 
 His perfect pardon, full and free ; 
 
 Waiting, waiting till thou know 
 His v/ealth of love for thee, for thee ! 
 
 Rise and go ! Thy Father waits 
 To welcome and receive and bless ; 
 
 Thou shalt tread His palace gates 
 In royal robe of righteousness. 
 
 Thine shall be His heart of love. 
 And thine His smile, and thine His home 
 
 Thine His joy, all joys above — 
 O wandering child, no longer roam ! 
 
 lOO 
 
a Cull in £ife. 
 
 Mark vi. 31. — "And He said unto them, Come ye yourselves 
 apart into a desert place, and rest awhile : for there were many 
 coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat." 
 
 /^H for "a desert place " with only the Master's 
 
 ^ smile ! 
 
 Oh for the "coming apart" with only His " rest 
 
 awhile ! " 
 Many are "coming and going" with busy and 
 
 restless feet, 
 And the soul is hungering now, with " no leisure 
 
 so much as to eat." 
 
 Dear is my wealth of love from many and valued 
 friends, 
 
 Best of the earthly gifts that a bounteous Father 
 sends ; 
 
 Pleasant the counsel sweet, and the interchange 
 of thought, 
 
 Welcome the twilight hour with musical bright- 
 ness fraught. 
 
 Dear is the work He gives in many a varied way. 
 Little enough in itself, yet something for every 
 
 day. 
 Something by pen for the distant, by hand or 
 
 voice for the near. 
 Whether to soothe or teach, whether to aid or 
 
 cheer, 
 
 lOI 
 
A LULL IN LIFE. 
 
 Not that I lightly prize the treasure of valued 
 
 friends, 
 Not that I turn aside from the work the Master 
 
 sends, 
 Yet I have longed for a pause in the rush and 
 
 whirl of time, 
 Longed for silence to fall instead of its merriest 
 
 chime. 
 
 Longed for a hush to group the harmonies of 
 
 thought 
 Round each melodious strain that the harp of 
 
 life hath caught, 
 And time for the fitful breeze ^olian chords to 
 
 bring. 
 Waking the music that slept, mute in the ten- 
 
 sionless string : 
 
 Longed for a calm to let the circles die away 
 
 That tremble over the heart, breaking the heav- 
 enly ray, 
 
 And to leave its wavering mirror true to the Star 
 above. 
 
 Brightened and stilled to its depths with the 
 quiet of " perfect love " : 
 
 Longed for a Sabbath of life, a time of renewing 
 
 of youth, 
 For a full-orbed leisure to shine on the fountains 
 
 of holy truth ; 
 
 102 
 
A LULL IN LIFE, 
 
 And to fill my chalice anew with its waters fresh 
 and sweet, 
 
 While resting in silent love at the Master's glori- 
 ous feet. 
 
 There are songs which only flow in the loneliest 
 
 shades of night, 
 There are flowers which cannot grow in a blaze 
 
 of tropical light, 
 There are crystals which cannot form till the 
 
 vessel be cooled and stilled ; 
 Crystal, and flower, and song, given as God hath 
 
 willed. 
 
 There is work which cannot be done in the 
 swell of a hurrying tide. 
 
 But my hand is not on the helm to turn my bark 
 aside ; 
 
 Yet I cast a longing eye on the hidden and wave- 
 less pool, 
 
 Under the shadowing rock, currentless, clear, 
 and cool. 
 
 Well : I will wait in the crowd till He shall call 
 
 me apart, 
 Till the silence fall which shall waken the music 
 
 of mind and heart ; 
 Patiently wait till He give the work of my secret 
 
 choice. 
 Blending the song of life with the thrill of the 
 
 Master's voice. 
 
 103 
 
*' tDait patiently for i^int/' 
 
 GOD doth not bid thee wait 
 To disappoint at last ; 
 A golden promise, fair and great, 
 In precept-mould is cast. 
 Soon shall the morning gild 
 The dark horizon rim ; 
 Thy heart's desire shall be fulfilled ; 
 "Wait patiently for Him." 
 
 The weary waiting times 
 
 Are but the muffled peals, 
 Low preluding celestial chimes 
 
 That hail His chariot-wheels. 
 
 Trust Him to tune thy voice 
 
 To blend with seraphim ; 
 His ''Wait'' shall issue in ''Rejoice/'* 
 
 "Wait PATIENTLY for Him." 
 
 He doth not bid thee wait, 
 
 Like driftwood on the wave, 
 For fickle chance or fixed fate 
 
 To ruin or to save. 
 
 Thine eyes shall surely see. 
 
 No distant hope or dim, 
 The Lord thy God arise for thee : 
 "Wait patiently for Him." 
 104 
 
SLljin^ c^cQ stjall qcc. 
 
 IsA. xxxiii. 17. 
 
 ''PHINE eyes shall see ! yes thine, who blind 
 -*- erewhile. 
 
 Now trembling towards the new-found light dost 
 
 flee; 
 Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile : 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see ! Not in some dream Elysian, 
 Not in thy fancy, glowing though it be. 
 Not e'en in faith, but in unveiled vision. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 Thine eyes s/iall see ! Not on thyself depend, 
 God's promises, the faithful, firm, and free. 
 Ere they shall fail, earth, heaven itself, shall end : 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see / Not in a swift glance cast, 
 Gleaning one ray to brighten memory. 
 But while a glad eternity shall last 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see f/ze King ! The very same 
 Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree, 
 Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name, 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 105 
 
THINE EYES SHALL SEE. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see the King / The Mighty 
 
 One, 
 The Many-crowned, the Light-enrobed ; and Ke 
 Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won : 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 And zn His beatify / Stay thee, mortal song! 
 The Altogether Lovely One must be 
 Unspeakable in glory ; — yet ere long 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 Yes ! though the land be very far away, 
 A step, a moment, ends the way for thee ; 
 Then changing grief for gladness, night for day, 
 
 Thine eyes shall see. 
 
 TITE are but little children, 
 
 • • And earth a broken toy ; 
 We do not know the treasures 
 In our Father's house of joy. 
 Thanksgivings for creation 
 
 We ignorantly raise ; 
 We know not yet the thousandth part 
 Of that for which we praise. 
 io6 
 
^cce:pteb, |Jcrfcct, a\\b QTompIcte. 
 
 Eph. i. 6. — "Accepted in the Beloved." Col. i. 28. — " Perfect 
 in Christ Jesus." CcL. ii. 10. — " Complete in Him." 
 
 ACCEPTED, Perfect, and Complete, 
 For God's inheritance made meet ! 
 How true, how glorious, and how sweet ! 
 
 In the Beloved — by the King 
 Accepted, though not anything 
 But forfeit lives had we to bring. 
 
 And Perfect in Christ Jesus made, 
 On Him our great transgressions laid, 
 We in His righteousness arrayed. 
 
 Complete in Him, our glorious Head, 
 With Jesus raised from the dead, 
 And by His mighty Spirit led ! 
 
 O blessed Lord, is this for me ? 
 Then let my whole life henceforth be 
 One Alleluia-song to Thee ! 
 107 
 
Exodus iii. 12. — '' Certainly I will be with thee. ' 
 
 ^' pERTAINLY I will be with thee ! " Father, 
 
 ^ I havx found it true : 
 To Thy faithfulness and mercy I would set my 
 
 seal anew. 
 All the year Thy grace hath kept me, Thou my 
 
 help indeed hast been. 
 Marvellous the loving-kindness every day and 
 
 hour hath seen. 
 
 "Certainly I will be with thee ! " Let me feel it, 
 Saviour dear. 
 
 Let me know that Thou art with me, very pre- 
 cious, very near. 
 
 On this day of solemn pausing, with Thyself all 
 longing still. 
 
 Let Thy pardon, let Thy presence, let Thy peace 
 my spirit fill. 
 
 " Certainly I will be with thee ! " Blessed Spirit, 
 
 come to me. 
 Rest upon me, dwell within me, let my heart 
 
 Thy temple be ; 
 
 108 
 
A NEW YEAR'S HYMN. 
 
 Through the trackless year before me, Holy One, 
 
 with me abide ! 
 Teach me, comfort me, and calm me, be my 
 
 ever-present Guide. 
 
 " Certainly I will be with thee ! " Starry promise 
 
 in the night I 
 All uncertainties, like shadows, flee away before 
 
 its light. 
 "Certainly I will be with thee!" He hath 
 
 spoken : I have heard ! 
 True of old, and true this moment, I will trust 
 
 Jehovah's word. 
 
 (jlljoscn in Qltjrist. 
 
 Eph. i. 4, — ^' He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation 
 of the world." 
 
 r\ THOU chosen Church of Jesus, glorious, 
 
 ^ blessed, and secure, 
 
 Founded on the One Foundation, which for ever 
 
 shall endure ; 
 Not thy holiness or beauty can thy strength and 
 
 safety be. 
 But the everlasting love wherewith Jehovah 
 
 loved thee. 
 
 Chosen — by His own good pleasure, by the coun- 
 sel of His will. 
 
 Mystery of power and wisdom working for His 
 people still ; 
 
 109 
 
CHOSEN IN CHRIST. 
 
 Chosen — in thy mighty Saviour, ere one ray of 
 
 quickening light 
 Beamed upon the chaos, waiting for the Word 
 
 of sovereign might. 
 
 Chosen — through the Holy Spirit, through the 
 
 sanctifying grace 
 Poured upon His precious vessels, meetened for 
 
 the heavenly place ; 
 Chosen — to show forth His praises, to be holy in 
 
 His sight ; 
 Chosen — unto grace and glory, chosen unto life 
 
 and light. 
 Blessed be the God and Father of our Saviour 
 
 Jesus Christ, 
 Who hath blessed us with such blessings all un- 
 counted and unpriced ! 
 Let our high and holy calling, and our strong 
 
 salvation be. 
 Theme of never-ending praises, God of sovereign 
 
 grace, to Thee ! 
 
 no 
 
©titning QLcaxB anb illorning Songs. 
 
 PsA, XXX. 5 (marginal reading). — *' Weeping may endure in the 
 evening, but singing cometh in the morning." 
 
 IN the evening there is weeping, 
 Lengthening shadows, failing sight ; 
 Silent darkness, slowly creeping 
 Over all things dear and bright. 
 
 In the evening there is weeping, 
 Lasting all the twilight through ; 
 
 Phantom shadows, never sleeping, 
 Wakening slumbers of the true. 
 
 In the morning cometh singing, 
 
 Cometh joy and cometh sight. 
 When the sun ariseth, bringing 
 
 Healing on his wings of light. 
 
 In the morning cometh singing. 
 Songs that ne'er in silence end, 
 
 Angel minstrels ever bringing 
 Praises new with thine to blend. 
 
 Are the twilight shadows casting 
 Heavy glooms upon thy heart ? 
 
 Soon in radiance everlasting 
 Night for ever shall depart. 
 
EVENING TEARS AND MORNING SONGS. 
 
 Art thou weeping, sad and lonely, 
 Through the evening of thy days ? 
 
 All thy sighing shall be only 
 Prelude of more perfect praise. 
 
 Darkest hour is nearest dawning. 
 
 Solemn herald of the day ; 
 Singing cometh in the morning, 
 
 God shall wipe thy tears away ! 
 
 ISA. xlv. 17. — '' Saved in the Lord with an eveilasting salvation." 
 
 OWHAT everlasting blessings God outpoureth 
 on His own ! 
 Ours by promise true and faithful, spoken from 
 
 the eternal throne ; 
 Ours by His eternal purpose ere the universe had 
 
 place ; 
 Ours by everlasting covenant, ours by free and 
 royal grace. 
 
 With salvation everlasting He shall save us. He 
 shall bless 
 
 With the largess of Messiah, everlasting right- 
 eousness ; 
 
 Ours the everlasting mercy all His wondrous 
 dealings prove ; 
 
 Ours His everlasting kindness, fruit of everlast- 
 ing love. 
 
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EVERLASTING BLESSINGS, 
 
 In the Lord Jehovah trusting, everlasting strength 
 
 have we ; 
 He Himself, our Sun, our Glory, Everlasting 
 
 Light shall be ; 
 Everlasting life is ours, purchased by The Life 
 
 laid down ; 
 And our heads, oft^^bowed and weary, everlasting 
 
 joy shall crown. 
 
 We shall dwell with Christ for ever, when the 
 
 shadows flee away, 
 In the everlasting glory of the everlasting day, 
 Unto Thee, beloved Saviour, everlasting thanks 
 
 belong. 
 Everlasting adoration, everlasting laud and song. 
 
 O ING ! thatyour song may gladden ; 
 ^ Sing like the happy rills. 
 Leaping in sparkling blessing 
 
 Fresh from the breezy hills. 
 Sing ! that your song may silence 
 
 The folly and the jest, 
 And the *' idle word " be banished 
 
 As an unwelcome guest. 
 Sing ! that your song may echo 
 
 After the strain is past, 
 A link of the love-wrought cable 
 
 That holds some vessel fast. 
 
 TT3 
 
Prov. iv. i8. 
 
 'T^O-DAY the golden sunlight 
 ■■' Is full and broad and strong ; 
 The glory of the One Light 
 
 Must overflow in song ; 
 Song that floweth ever, 
 
 Sweeter every day, 
 Song whose echoes never, 
 
 Never die away. 
 
 How shall the light be clearer 
 
 That is so bright to-day ? 
 How shall the hope be dearer 
 
 That pours such joyous ray ? 
 I am only waiting 
 
 For the answer golden. 
 What faith is antedating 
 
 Shall not be withholden. 
 
 *'The Holy Ghost— He is faithful."— Heb. ix. 15, 23. 
 
 npO Thee, O Comforter Divine, 
 ■*- For all Thy grace and power benign. 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 114 
 
THE FAITHFUL COMFORTER, 
 
 To Thee, whose faithful love had place 
 In God's great Covenant of Grace, 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, whose faithful voice doth win 
 The wandering from the ways of sin. 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, whose faithful power doth heal, 
 Enlighten, sanctify, and seal, 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, whose faithful truth is shown, 
 By every promise made our own, 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, our Teacher and our Friend, 
 Our faithful Leader to the end. 
 Sing we Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, by Jesus Christ sent down. 
 Of all His gifts the sum and crown. 
 Sing w^e Alleluia ! 
 
 To Thee, who art with God the Son 
 And God the Father ever One, 
 Sing we Alleluia ! Amen ! 
 115 
 
(Brace axib ©lorjj. 
 
 I Pet. v. lo, ii. — '' The God of all Grace, who hath called you 
 unto His eternal Glory by Christ Jesus .... to Him be glory." 
 
 SOVEREIGN Lord and gracious Master, 
 Thou didst freely choose Thine own, 
 Thou hast called with mighty calling, 
 Thou wilt save, and keep from falling; — 
 Thine the glory, Thine alone ! 
 
 Yet Thy hand shall crown in heaven 
 All the grace Thy love hath given ; 
 Just, though undeserved, reward 
 From our glorious, gracious Lord. 
 
 From the martyr and apostle 
 
 To the sainted baby boy. 
 
 Every consecrated chalice 
 
 In the King of glory's palace 
 
 Overflows with holy joy. 
 
 Sovereign choice of gift and dower. 
 Differing honour, differing power, — 
 Yet are all alike in this, 
 Perfect love and perfect bliss. 
 
 In those heavenly constellations 
 
 Lo ! what differing glories meet ; 
 
 Stars of radiance soft and tender. 
 
 Stars of full and dazzling splendour. 
 All in God's own light complete ; 
 ii6 
 
1RACE AND GLORY, 
 
 Brightest they whose holy feet, 
 Faithful to His service sweet, 
 Nearest to their Master trod, 
 Winning wandering souls to God. 
 
 O the rapture of that vision ! 
 
 (Every earthly passion o'er,) 
 Our Redeemer's coronation, 
 And the blissful exaltation 
 
 Of the dear ones gone before. 
 
 Grace that shone for Christ below 
 Changed to glory we shall know ; 
 And before His unveiled face 
 Sing the glory of His grace. 
 
 *' ®l)e Bribcgroom (JTomctl).'* 
 
 r\ HERALD whisper falling 
 ^ Upon the passing night, 
 Mysteriously calling 
 
 The children of the light ! 
 He Cometh ; oh, He cometh ! 
 
 Our own beloved Lord ! 
 This blessed hope up summeth 
 
 Our undeserved reward. 
 He cometh ! though the hour 
 
 Nor earth nor heaven may know. 
 Sure is the word of power, 
 
 ** He cometh ! " Even so ! 
 117 
 
^'^avt ^on not a iKorb for Jfcsits?" 
 
 A QUESTION FOR ALL WHO LOVE HIM. 
 
 Psalm li. 15. — " O Lord, open Thou my lips ; and my mouth 
 shall shew forth Thy praise." 
 
 TTAVE you not a word for Jesus? not a word 
 -'-''■ to say for Him ? 
 
 He is listening through the chorus of the burn- 
 ing seraphim ! 
 He is LISTENING ; does He hear you speaking of 
 
 the things of earth, 
 Only of its passing pleasure, selfish sorrow, empty 
 
 mirth ? 
 He has spoken words of blessing, pardon, peace, 
 
 and love to you, 
 Glorious hopes and gracious comfort, strong and 
 
 tender, sweet and true ; 
 Does He hear you telling others something of 
 
 His love untold, 
 Overflowings of thanksgiving for His Mercies 
 
 manifold ? 
 
 Have you not a word for Jesus ? Will the world 
 
 His praise proclaim ? 
 Who shall speak if ye are silent? ye who know 
 
 and love His name. 
 You, whom He hath called and chosen His own 
 
 witnesses to be. 
 Will you tell your gracious Master, "Lord, we 
 
 cannot speak for Thee ! " 
 118 
 
''HAVE YOU NOT A WORD FOR JESUS?'' 
 
 "Cannot ! " though He suffered for you, died be- 
 cause He loved you so ! 
 
 " Cannot ! " though He has forgiven, making 
 scarlet white as snow ! 
 
 " Cannot ! " though His grace abounding is your 
 freely promised aid ! 
 
 "Cannot ! *' though He stands beside you, though 
 He says, " Be not afraid ! " 
 
 Have you not a word for Jesus ? Some, per- 
 chance, while ye are dumb, 
 
 Wait and weary for your message, hoping you 
 will bid them "come " ; 
 
 Never telling hidden sorrows, lingering just out- 
 side the door. 
 
 Longing ior your hand to lead them into rest for 
 evermore. 
 
 Yours may be the joy and honour His redeemed 
 ones to bring. 
 
 Jewels for the coronation of your coming Lord 
 and King. 
 
 Will you cast away the gladness thus your Mas- 
 ter's joy to share, 
 
 All because a word for Jesus seems too much for 
 you to dare ? 
 
 What shall be our word for Jesus ? Master, give it 
 
 day by day; 
 Ever as the need arises, teach Thy children what 
 
 to say. 
 
 119 
 
''HAVE YOU NOT A WORD FOR JESUS ?"" 
 
 Give us holy love and patience; grant us deep 
 humility, 
 
 That of self we may be emptied, and our hearts 
 be full of Thee ; 
 
 Give us zeal and faith and fervour, make us win- 
 ning, make us wise, 
 
 Single-hearted, strong and fearless, — Thou hast 
 called us, we will rise ! 
 
 Let the might of Thy good Spirit go with every 
 loving word ; 
 
 And by hearts prepared and opened be our mes- 
 sage always heard ! 
 
 Yes, we have a word for Jesus ! Living echoes we 
 
 will be 
 Of Thine own sweet words of blessing, of Thy 
 
 gracious " Come to Me.'' 
 Jesus, Master ! yes, we love Thee ; and to prove 
 
 our love, would lay 
 Fruit of lips which Thou wilt open, at Thy blessM 
 
 feet to-day. 
 Many an effort it may cost us, many a heart-beat, 
 
 many a fear ; 
 But Thou knowest, and will strengthen, and Thy 
 
 help is always near. 
 Give us grace to follow fully, vanquishing our 
 
 faithless shame ; 
 Feebly it may be, but truly, witnessing for Thy 
 
 dear Name. 
 
''HAVE YOU NOT A WORD FOR JESUS?'* 
 
 Yes, we have a word for Jesus ! we will bravely 
 
 speak for Thee, 
 And Thy bold and faithful soldiers, Saviour, we 
 
 w^ould henceforth be : 
 In Thy name set up our banners, while Thine 
 
 own shall wave above, 
 With Thy crimson Name of Mercy, and Thy 
 
 golden Name of Love. 
 Help us lovingly to labour, looking for Thy pres- 
 ent smile, 
 Looking for Thy promised blessing, through the 
 
 brightening " little while." 
 Words for Thee in weakness spoken, Thou wilt 
 
 here accept and own, 
 And confess them in Thy glory, when we see 
 
 Thee on Thy throne. 
 
 Oing, when His mighty mercies 
 ^ And marvellous love you feel, 
 And the deep joy of gratitude 
 
 Springs freshly as you kneel ; 
 When words, like morning starlight. 
 
 Melt powerless — rise and sing ! 
 And bring your sweetest music 
 
 To Him, your gracious King, 
 Pour out your song before Him 
 
 To whom our best is due ; 
 Remember, He who hears your prayer 
 
 Will hear your praises too. 
 
 121 
 
Cistcning in SDarkncss— Speaking in 
 
 Cigijt. 
 
 H' 
 
 Mat. X. 27. — " What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye also 
 in light." 
 
 ' E 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. 
 Sympathy so deep and tender. 
 
 Mighty for thy heart relief. 
 Speaking in thy night of sorrow 
 
 Words of comfort and of calm. 
 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. 
 122 
 
LISTENING IN DARKNESS, ETC. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 T17HAT are the tuneful voices 
 ■ ^ That awake at early dawn ? 
 Do they come from the orient portals 
 
 Of the palace of the morn ? 
 They tell of a Golden City 
 
 With pearl and jasper bright, 
 And of shining forms that beckon 
 
 From the pure and dazzling light. 
 Then a rush of far-off harpings 
 
 Blends with the voices clear. 
 And I know that the night is passing 
 
 And I know that the day is near ! 
 123 
 
5Coro axxb ^hcxmarh^ 
 
 Heb. xii. II, — '* Nevertheless, afterward." 
 
 ATOW, the sowing and the weeping, 
 ^^ Working hard and waiting long 
 Afterward the golden reaping, 
 Harvest home and grateful song. 
 
 Now, the pruning, sharp, unsparing ; 
 
 Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot ! 
 Afterward, the plenteous bearing 
 
 Of the Master's pleasant fruit. 
 
 Now, the plunge, the briny burden, 
 Blind faint gropings in the sea ; 
 
 Afterward, the pearly guerdon 
 That shall make the diver free. 
 
 Now, the long and toilsome duty 
 Stone by stone to carve and bring ; 
 
 Afterward, the perfect beauty 
 Of the palace of the King. 
 
 Now, the tuning and the tension, 
 Wailing minors, discord strong ; 
 
 Afterward, the grand ascension 
 Of the Alleluia song. 
 124 
 
NO IV AND AFTERWARD, 
 
 Now, the spirit conflict- riven, 
 Wounded heart, unequal strife ; 
 
 Afterward, the triumph given, 
 And the victor's crown of life. 
 
 Now the training, strange and lowly, 
 Unexplained and tedious now ; 
 
 Afterward, the service holy. 
 And the Master's " Enter thou ! " 
 
 Mat. xvii. 8. — '' Jesus only." 
 
 ^ ^ T ESUS only ! " In the shadow 
 J Of the cloud so chill and dim. 
 We are clinging, loving, trusting. 
 He with us, and we with Him ; 
 All unseen, though ever nigh, 
 
 "Jesus only" — all our cry. 
 
 "Jesus only ! " In the glory, 
 
 When the shadows all are flown. 
 Seeing Him in all His beauty, 
 
 Satisfied with Him alone ; 
 May we join His ransomed throng, 
 " Jesus only " — all our song ! 
 
 125 
 
®nr ©lariotts ^calb. 
 
 Eph. i. 22, 23. — '^ Head over all things to the Church, which is 
 His body." 
 
 JOINED to Christ in mystic union, 
 We Thy members, Thou our Head, 
 Sealed by deep and true communion, 
 
 Risen with Thee, who once were dead — • 
 Saviour, we would humbly claim 
 All the power of this Thy name. 
 
 Instant sympathy to brighten 
 All their weakness and their woe. 
 
 Guiding grace their way to lighten. 
 Shall Thy loving members know ; 
 
 All their sorrows Thou dost bear, 
 
 All Thy gladness they shall share. 
 
 Make Thy members every hour 
 
 For thy blessed service meet ; 
 Earnest tongues, and arms of power. 
 
 Skilful hands, and hastening feet, 
 Ever ready to fulfil 
 All Thy word and all Thy will. 
 
 Everlasting life Thou givest 
 
 Everlasting love to see ; 
 They shall live because Thou livest, 
 
 And their life is hid with Thee. 
 Safe Thy members shall be found. 
 When their glorious Head is crowned ! 
 126 
 
Safe in J^sus. 
 
 Heb. ii. 13. — *' Behold I and the children which God hath 
 given me." 
 
 OUR Saviour and our King, 
 Enthroned and crowned above, 
 Shall with exceeding gladness bring 
 The children of His love. 
 
 All that the Father gave 
 His glory shall behold ; 
 Not one whom Jesus came to save 
 Is missing from His fold. 
 
 He shall confess His own 
 From every clime and coast, 
 Before His Father's glorious throne. 
 Before the angel host. 
 
 " O righteous Father, see, 
 
 In spotless robes arrayed, 
 Thy chosen gifts of love to Me, 
 Before the worlds were made. 
 
 " By new creation Thine, 
 
 By purpose and by grace. 
 By right of full redemption Mine, 
 
 Faultless before Thy face. 
 
 " As Thou hast loved Me, 
 
 So hast Thou loved them ; 
 Thy precious jewels they shall be, 
 
 My glorious diadem ! " 
 127 
 
2[l)e dLovcnawt of (3xatc. 
 
 2 Samuel xxlii. 5. — *' He hath made with me an everlasting cov- 
 enant, ordered in all things and sure." 
 
 JEHOVAH^S covenant shall endure 
 All-ordered, everlasting, sure ; 
 O child of God, look up, and trace 
 Thy portion in its glorious grace. 
 
 Tis thine ! for Christ is given to be 
 The covenant of God to thee ; 
 God's golden-lettered scroll of light, 
 In whom the darkest truths are bright. 
 
 O mourner for thy sin, He knew 
 Ere time began, what He would do ; 
 Then rest thy hope within the veil, 
 His covenant mercies shall not fail. 
 
 O doubting one, the glorious Three 
 Are pledged in faithfulness for thee : 
 Claim every promise, sweet and sure. 
 By covenant oath of God secure. 
 
 O waiting one, each moment's fall 
 Is marked by Love that planned them all ; 
 Thy times, all ordered by His hand. 
 In God's eternal covenant stand. 
 
THE CO VENANT OF GRA CE, 
 
 O feeble one, look up and see 
 Strong consolation sworn for thee ; 
 Jehovah's glorious arm is shown — • 
 His covenant strength is all thine own. 
 
 O sorrowing one, each stroke of love 
 A covenant blessing yet shall prove ; 
 His covenant love shall be thy stay, 
 And covenant grace be as thy day. 
 
 O Love that chose, O Love that died, 
 O Love that sealed and sanctified, 
 All glory, glory, glory be, 
 O Triune, covenant God, to Thee ! 
 
 1 F sweet below 
 To minister to those whom God doth love, 
 What will it be to minister above ! 
 
 His praise to show 
 In some new strain amid the ransomed choir 
 To touch their joy and love with note of living 
 fire. 
 
 With perfect praise, 
 With interchange of rapturous revelation 
 From Christ Himself, the burning adoration 
 
 Yet higher to raise, 
 For ever and for ever so to bring 
 More glory and still more, to Him, our gracious 
 King. 
 
 129 
 
**@ri)e fiorb our Ili9l)tc0ttsncss." 
 
 Jer. xxxiii. 16. — '^ This is the name wherewith she shall be 
 called, The Lord our Righteousness." 
 
 ISRAEL of God, awaken! Church of Christ, 
 
 -'■ arise and shine ! 
 
 Mourning garb and soiled raiment henceforth be 
 
 no longer thine ! 
 For the Lord thy God hath clothed thee with a 
 
 new and glorious dress. 
 With the garments of salvation, with the robe of 
 
 righteousness. 
 
 By the grace of God the Father, thou art freely 
 
 justified. 
 Through the great redemption purchased by the 
 
 blood of Him who died ; 
 By His life, for thee fulfilling God's command 
 
 exceeding broad. 
 By His glorious resurrection, seal and signet of 
 
 thy God. 
 
 Therefore, justified for ever by the faith which 
 
 He hath given. 
 Peace, and joy, and hope abounding, smooth thy 
 
 trial path to heaven : 
 Unto Him betrothed for ever, who thy life shall 
 
 crown and bless. 
 By His name thou shalt be called, Christ, " The 
 
 Lord our Righteousness ! " 
 130 
 
®I)e Promise bg tl)e iTatljcr, of tlje j^olg 
 (Bl)O0t, tljrougl) tl)e Son. 
 
 Psalm Ixxxvii. 7. — '' All my springs are in Thee." 
 
 HEAR the Fajher's ancient promise ! 
 Listen, thirsty, weary one ! 
 * I will pour My Holy Spirit 
 On Thy chosen seed, O Son." 
 Promise to the Lord's Anointed, 
 
 Gift of God to Him for thee ! 
 Now, by covenant appointed. 
 All thy springs in Him shall be. 
 
 Springs of life in desert places 
 
 Shall thy God unseal for thee ; 
 Quickening and reviving graces, 
 
 Dewlike, healing, sweet and free. 
 Springs of sweet refreshment flowing, 
 
 When thy work is hard or long, 
 Courage, hope, and power bestowing, 
 
 Lightening labour with a song. 
 
 Springs of peace, when conflict heightens, 
 
 Thine uplifted eye shall see ; 
 Peace that strengthens, calms, and brightens, 
 
 Peace, itself a victory. 
 Springs of comfort, strangely springing 
 
 Through the bitter wells of woe ; 
 Founts of hidden gladness, bringing 
 
 Joy that earth can ne'er bestow. 
 131 
 
THE PROMISE, 
 
 Thine, O Christian, is this treasure, 
 
 To thy risen Head assured ! 
 Thine in full and gracious measure, 
 
 Thine by covenant secured ! 
 Now arise ! His word possessing. 
 
 Claim the promise of the Lord ; 
 Plead through Christ for showers of blessing, 
 
 Till the Spirit be outpoured 1 
 
 John vi. 68.—" Lord, to whom shall we go ? " 
 
 1 BRING my sins to Thee, 
 The sins I cannot count, 
 That all may cleansed be 
 In Thy once opened Fount. 
 I bring them. Saviour, all to Thee, 
 The burden is too great for me. 
 
 My heart to Thee I bring, 
 
 The heart I cannot read ; 
 A faithless, wandering thing, 
 An evil heart indeed. 
 I bring it, Saviour, now to Thee, 
 That fixed and faithful it may be. 
 
 To Thee I bring my care. 
 The care I cannot flee. 
 
 Thou wilt not only share. 
 But bear it all for me. 
 
 loving Saviour, now to Thee 
 
 1 bring the load that wearies me ! 
 
 132 
 
TO THEE. 
 
 I bring my grief to Thee, 
 The grief I cannot tell ; 
 
 No words shall needed be, 
 Thou knowest all so well. 
 I bring the sorrow laid on me, 
 
 suffering Saviour, now to Thee ! 
 
 My joys to Thee I bring. 
 The joys Thy love hath given, 
 
 That each may be a wing 
 To lift me nearer heaven. 
 
 1 bring them, Saviour, all to Thee, 
 For Thou hast purchased all for me. 
 
 My life I bring to Thee, 
 
 I would not be my own ; 
 
 O Saviour, let me be 
 
 Thine ever. Thine alone. 
 
 My heart, my life, my all I bring 
 
 To Thee, my Saviour and my King ! 
 
 133 
 
(COMMUNION hymn). 
 Cant. il. 3. — '' I sat down under His shadow with great delight.' 
 
 ^^IT down beneath His shadow, 
 
 s 
 
 And rest with great delight ; 
 The faith that now beholds Him 
 Is pledge of future sight. 
 
 Our Master's love remember, 
 Exceeding great and free ; 
 
 Lift up thy heart in gladness, 
 For He remembers thee. 
 
 Bring every weary burden. 
 Thy sin, thy fear, thy grief : 
 
 He calls the heavy laden 
 And gives them kind relief. 
 
 His righteousness "all glorious" 
 Thy festal robe shall be ; 
 
 And love that passeth knowledge 
 His banner over thee. 
 
 A little while, though parted, 
 Remember, wait, and love. 
 
 Until He comes in glory, 
 Until we meet above. 
 134 
 
UNDER HIS SHADOW, 
 
 Till in the Father's kingdom 
 The heavenly feast is spread. 
 
 And we behold His beauty, 
 Whose blood for us was shed ! 
 
 H, 
 
 . OW sweet to know 
 The trials which we cannot comprehend 
 Have each their own divinely-purposed end ! 
 
 He traineth so 
 For higher learning, ever onward reaching 
 For fuller knowledge yet, and His own deeper 
 teaching. 
 
 He traineth thus 
 That we may teach the lessons we are taught; 
 That younger learners may be further brought, 
 
 Led on by us : 
 Well may we wait, or toil, or suffer long, 
 For His dear service so to be made fit and strong. 
 135 
 
*'tol)0m l)amng not Bccn, ^c love," 
 
 1 Peter i. 8, 
 
 r\ SAVIOUR, precious Saviour, 
 ^ Whom yet unseen we love, 
 O Name of might and favour, 
 All other names above : 
 
 We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 
 
 To Thee alone we sing ; 
 We praise Thee, and confess Thee 
 Our holy Lord and King! 
 
 O Bringer of salvation, 
 
 Who wondrously has wrought. 
 Thyself the revelation 
 Of love beyond our thought : 
 
 We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 
 
 To Thee alone we sing ; 
 We praise Thee, and confess Thee 
 Our gracious Lord and King ! 
 
 In Thee all fulness dwelleth, 
 
 All grace and power Divine ; 
 The glory that excelleth, 
 O Son of God, is Thine : 
 
 We worship Thee, we bless Thee, 
 
 To Thee alone we sing ; 
 We praise Thee, and confess Thee 
 Our glorious Lord and King ! 
 130 
 
'\WHOM HA VI NG NOT SEEN, YE LOVEr 
 
 O grant the consummation 
 
 Of this our song above. 
 In endless adoration, 
 And everlasting love : 
 
 Then shall we praise and bless Thee, 
 
 Where perfect praises ring, 
 And evermore confess Thee 
 Our Saviour and our King ! 
 
 it^x 5sot. 
 
 I ISTEN ! for the Lord hath spoken ! 
 ^ '' Fear thou not," saith He ! 
 " When thou passest through the waters, 
 I will be with thee. 
 
 " Fear not ! for I have redeemed thee ; 
 All my sheep I know : 
 When thou passest through the rivers, 
 They shall not o'erflow. 
 
 ** Fear not ! by thy name I called thee — 
 Mine thy heart hath learned ; 
 When thou walkest through the fire, 
 Thou shalt not be burned, 
 
 "Thou art Mine! oh, therefore, fear not: 
 Mine for ever now ; 
 And the flame shall never kindle 
 On thy sealed brow. 
 
 '* Thou art precious, therefore fear not. 
 Precious unto Me ! 
 I have made thee for My glory, 
 I have loved thee." 
 ^37 
 
Not 13 e t 
 
 John xiii. 7. 
 
 NOT yet thou knowest what I do, 
 O feeble child of earth, 
 Whose life is but to angel view 
 
 The morning of thy birth ! 
 The smallest leaf, the simplest flower, 
 
 The wild bee's honey-cell, 
 Have lessons of My love and power 
 Too hard for thee to spell. 
 
 Thou knowest not how I uphold 
 
 The little thou dost scan ; 
 And how much less canst thou unfold 
 
 My universal plan, 
 Where all thy mind can grasp of space 
 
 Is but a grain of sand ; — 
 The time thy boldest thought can trace, 
 
 One ripple on the strand ! 
 
 Not yet thou knowest what I do 
 
 In this wild, warring world, 
 Whose prince doth still triumphant view 
 
 Confusion's flag unfurled ; 
 Nor how each proud and daring thought 
 
 Is subject to My will. 
 Each strong and secret purpose brought 
 
 My counsel to fulfil. 
 13S 
 
NOT YET. 
 
 Not yet thou knowest how I bid 
 
 Each passing hour entwine 
 Its grief or joy, its hope or fear, 
 
 In one great love-design ; 
 Nor how I lead thee through the night. 
 
 By many a various way, 
 Still upward to unclouded light. 
 
 And onward to the day. 
 
 Not yet thou knowest what I do 
 
 Within thine own v/eak breast, 
 To mould thee to My image true. 
 
 And fit thee for My rest. 
 But yield thee to My loving skill , 
 
 The veiled work of grace. 
 From day to day progressing still. 
 
 It is not thine to trace. 
 
 Yes, walk by faith and not by sight, 
 
 Fast clinging to My hand ; 
 Content to feel My love and might. 
 
 Not yet to understand. 
 A little while thy course pursue, 
 
 Till grace to glory grow ; 
 Then what I am, and what I do, 
 
 Hereafter thou shalt know. 
 
 139 
 
a;i)i6 Same Scbvib. 
 
 Acts i. ii. 
 
 HIS same Jesus ! " Oh, how sweetly 
 Fall those words upon the ear, 
 Like a swell of far-off music. 
 
 In a nisfht-watch still and drear ! 
 
 ii'Y 
 
 He who healed the hopeless leper. 
 He who dried the widow's tear ; 
 
 He who changed to health and gladness 
 Helpless suffering, trembling fear ; 
 
 He who wandered, poor and homeless, 
 
 By the stormy Galilee ; 
 He who on the night-robed mountain 
 
 Bent in prayer the wearied knee ; 
 
 He who spake as none had spoken, 
 
 Angel-wisdom far above. 
 All-forgiving, ne'er upbraiding, 
 
 Full of tenderness and love ; 
 
 He who gently called the weary, 
 " Come, and I will give you rest ! " 
 
 He who loved the little children. 
 Took them in His arms and blest ; 
 140 
 
THIS SAME JESUS. 
 
 He, the lonely Man of Sorrows, 
 'Neath our sin-curse bending low ; 
 
 By His faithless friends forsaken 
 In the darkest hours of woe ; — 
 
 " This same Jesus ! " When the vision 
 Of that last and awful day 
 Bursts upon the prostrate spirit. 
 Like a midnight lightning ray ; 
 
 When, else dimly apprehended, 
 All its terrors seem revealed, 
 
 Trumpet-knell and fiery heavens, 
 And the books of doom unsealed ; 
 
 Then, we lift our hearts adoring 
 " This same Jesus," loved and known, 
 
 Him, our own most gracious Saviour, 
 Seated on the great white Throne ; 
 
 He Himself, and " not another," 
 
 He for whom our heart-love yearned 
 
 Through long years of twilight waiting, 
 To His ransomed ones returned ! 
 
 For this word, O Lord, we bless Thee, 
 Bless our Master's changeless name ; 
 
 Yesterday, to day, for ever, 
 Jesus Christ is still the Same. 
 141 
 
illarg's jBirtljbag. 
 
 OhE is at rest, 
 
 In God's own presence blest, 
 
 Whom, while with us, this day we loved to greet ; 
 
 Her birthdays o'er. 
 
 She counts the years no more ; 
 
 Time's footfall is not heard along the golden street. 
 
 When we would raise 
 A hymn of birthday praise, 
 , The music of our hearts is faint and low ; 
 Fear, doubt, and sin 
 Make dissonance within ; 
 And pure soul-melody no child of earth may know. 
 
 That strange " new song," 
 Amid a white-robed throng, 
 Is gushing from her harp in living tone ; 
 Her seraph voice. 
 Tuned only to rejoice. 
 Floats upward to the emerald-arched throne.* 
 
 No passing cloud 
 Her loveliness may shroud. 
 The beauty of her youth may never fade ; 
 
 * Rev. iv. 3. 
 
 142 
 
MAR Y'S BIR Til DA V. 
 
 No line of care 
 Her sealdd brow may wear, 
 The joy-gleam of her eye no dimness e'er may 
 shade. 
 
 No stain is there 
 Upon the robes they wear, 
 Within the gates of pearl which she hath passed ; 
 Like woven light. 
 All beautiful and bright, 
 Eternity upon those robes no shade may cast. 
 
 No sin-born thought 
 May in that home be wrought, 
 To trouble the clear fountain of her heart ; 
 No tear, no sigh, 
 No pain, no death, be nigh 
 Where she hath entered in, no more to *' know in 
 in part." 
 
 Her faith is sight. 
 Her hope is full delight. 
 The shadowy veil of time is rent in twain : 
 Her untold bliss — 
 What thought can follow this ! 
 To her to live was Christ, to die indeed is gain. 
 
 Her eyes have seen 
 The King, no veil between, 
 In blood-dipped vesture gloriously arrayed : 
 143 
 
THE INFINITY OF GOD, 
 
 No earth-breathed haze 
 Can dim that rapturous gaze ; 
 She sees Him face to face on whom her guilt 
 was laid. 
 
 A little while, 
 And they whose loving smile 
 Had melted 'neath the touch of lonely woe, 
 Shall reach her home, 
 Beyond the star-built dome ; 
 Her anthem they shall swell, her joy they too 
 shall know. 
 
 aije Infinita of (Bob. 
 
 Ps. cxxxix. 6. — " Too wonderful for me.'' 
 
 TTOLY and Infinite ! Viewless, Eternal ! 
 -'- -■- Veiled in the glory that none can sustain, 
 None comprehendeth Thy being supernal. 
 Nor can the heaven of heavens contain. 
 
 Holy and Infinite ! limitless, boundless, 
 
 All Thy perfections, and power, and praise ! 
 
 Ocean of mystery ! awful and soundless 
 
 All Thine unsearchable judgments and ways ! 
 144 
 
THE SPIRITUALITY OF GOD, 
 
 King of Eternity ! what revelation 
 Could the created and finite sustain, 
 
 But for Thy marvellous manifestation, 
 
 God-head incarnate in weakness and pain ! 
 
 Therefore archangels and angels adore Thee, 
 Cherubim wonder, and seraphs admire ; 
 
 Therefore we praise Thee, rejoicing before Thee, 
 Joining in rapture the heavenly choir. 
 
 Glorious in holiness, fearful in praises. 
 
 Who shall not fear Thee, and who shall not 
 laud ? 
 
 Anthems of glory Thy universe raises, 
 Holy and Infinite ! Father and God ! 
 
 ®l)e SpiriUtalitg of (Sob. 
 
 John iv. 24. — '' God is a Spirit." 
 
 WHAT know we. Holy God, of Thee, 
 * * Thy being and Thine essence pure ? 
 Too bright the very mystery 
 
 For mortal vision to endure. 
 
 We only know Thy v/ord sublime, 
 
 Thou art a Spirit ! Perfect ! One ! 
 
 Ulimited by space or time. 
 
 Unknown but through the eternal Son. 
 145 
 
THE ETERNITY OE GOD. 
 
 By change untouched, by thought untraced, 
 
 And by created eye unseen, 
 In Thy great Present is embraced 
 
 All that shall be, all that hath been. 
 
 O Father of our spirits, now 
 
 We seek Thee in our Saviour's face ; 
 In truth and spirit we would bow, 
 
 And worship where we cannot trace. 
 
 ®l)e €termta of (Sotr. 
 
 1 Tim. i. 17. — " The King eternal, immortal, invisible." 
 
 T7 ING Eternal and Immortal ! 
 -■^^ We, the children of an hour, 
 Bend in lowly adoration, 
 Rise in raptured admiration, 
 At the whisper of Thy power. 
 Myriad ages in Thy sight 
 
 Are but as the fleeting day ; 
 Like a vision of the night, 
 Worlds may rise and pass away. 
 
 All Thy glories are eternal, 
 
 None shall ever pass away. 
 Truth and mercy all victorious, 
 Righteousness and love all glorious. 
 
 Shine with everlasting ray : 
 146 
 
THE SOVEREIGNTY OF GOD, 
 
 All resplendent, ere the light 
 Bade primeval darkness flee ; 
 
 All transcendent, through the flight 
 Of eternities to be. 
 
 Thou art God from everlasting, 
 
 And to everlasting art ! 
 Ere the dawn of shadov\y ages, 
 Dimly guessed by angel sages. 
 Ere the beat of seraph-heart ; 
 Thou, Jehovah, art the same, 
 
 And Thy years shall have no end , 
 Changeless nature, changeless name, 
 Ever Father, God, and Friend. 
 
 ®l)e Soticrngnts of ©ob. 
 
 Ps. xlvi. lo. — '' Be still, and know that I am God." 
 
 GOD Almighty ! King of nations ! earth Thy 
 footstool, heaven Thy throne ! 
 Thine the greatness, power, and glory. Thine the 
 
 kingdom, Lord, alone ! 
 Life and death are in Thy keeping, and Thy w^ill 
 
 ordaineth all : 
 From the armies of Thy heavens to an unseen 
 insect's fall. 
 
 Reigning, guiding, all-commanding, ruling myriad 
 
 worlds of light ; 
 Now exalting, now abasing, none can stay Thy 
 
 hand of might ! 
 
 147 
 
THE ESSENTIAL BLESSEDNESS OF GOD, 
 
 Working all things by Thy power, by the counsel 
 
 of Thy will, 
 Thou art God ! enough to know it, and to hear 
 
 Thy word, '' Be still ! " 
 
 In Thy sovereignty rejoicing, we Thy children 
 
 bow and praise. 
 For we know that kind and loving, just and true, 
 
 are all Thy ways. 
 While Thy heart of sovereign mercy, and Thine 
 
 arm of sovereign m.ight, 
 For our great and strong salvation in Thy sov- 
 
 
 
 Wc\t Essential Slcsscbness of (Sob. 
 
 I Tim. vi. i6. — *■' Dwelling in the light.'* 
 
 GLORIOUS God and King, 
 
 O gracious Father, hear 
 
 The praise our hearts would bring 
 
 To Thee, who, ever near, 
 Yet in eternity dost dwell, 
 Immortal and invisible. 
 
 Around Thee all is light, 
 
 And rest of perfect love. 
 And glory full and bright. 
 
 All human thought above. 
 Thyself the Fountain infinite 
 Of all ineffable delight. 
 148 
 
THE ONE REALITY. 
 
 Oh, depth of holy bliss, 
 
 Essential and Divine, 
 What thought can measure this — 
 
 Thy joy, Thy glory — Thine ! 
 Yet such our treasure evermore, 
 Thy fulness is Thy children's store. 
 
 O Father, Thy great grace 
 
 We magnify and praise ; 
 Called to that blessed place. 
 
 With Thee through endless days 
 Thy joy to share. Thy joy to be. 
 Thy glory all unveiled to see ! 
 
 ®;i)e ®ne Rcalitg. 
 
 FOG-WREATHS of doubt in blinding eddies 
 drifted. 
 Whirlwinds of fancy, counter-gusts of thought. 
 Shadowless shadow^s where w^arm lives were 
 sought, 
 Numb feet, that feel not their own tread, uplifted 
 On clouds of formless wonder, lightning-rifted ! 
 What marvel that the whole world's life should 
 
 seem. 
 To helpless intellect, a Brahma-dream, 
 From which the real and restful is out-sifted ! 
 Through the dim storm a white peace-bearing 
 Dove 
 Gleams, and the mist rolls back, the shadows flee, 
 149 
 
SINGING FOR JESUS. 
 
 The dream is past. A clear calm sky above, 
 Firm rock beneath ; a royal-scrolled tree, 
 
 And One, thorn-diademed, the King of Love, 
 The Son of God who gave Himself for me. 
 
 Singing for Scsns. 
 
 Ps. xxviii. 7. — " With my song will I praise Him.'" 
 
 SINGING for Jesus, our Saviour and King, 
 Singing 1.3r Jesus, the Lord whom we love : 
 All adoration we joyously bring, 
 
 Longing to praise as we praise Him above. 
 
 Singing for Jesus, our Master and Friend, 
 Telling His love and His marvellous grace ; 
 
 Love from eternity, love w^ithout end, 
 Love for the loveless, the sinful and base. 
 
 Singing for Jesus, and trying to win 
 
 Many to love Him, and join in the song ; 
 
 Calling the weary and wandering in. 
 Rolling the chorus of gladness along. 
 
 Singing for Jesus, our Life and our Light ; 
 
 Singing for Him as we press to the mark ; 
 Singing for Him when the morning is bright, 
 
 Singing, still singing, for Him in the dark. 
 
 Singing for Jesus, our Shepherd and Guide, 
 Singing for gladness of heart that He gives ; 
 150 
 
A SILENCE AND A SONG. 
 
 Singing for wonder and praise that He died, 
 Singing for blessing and joy that He lives. 
 
 Singing for Jesus, Oh, singing with joy ! 
 
 Thtis will we praise Him and tell out His love, 
 Till He shall call us to brighter employ, 
 
 Singing for Jesus for ever above. 
 
 ^ Silence anir a Gong. 
 
 T AM alone, dear Master — 
 -*■ Alone in heart with Thee ! 
 Though merry faces round me 
 And loving looks I see. 
 
 There's a hush among the blithe ones. 
 While a pleasant voice is heard, 
 
 A truce to all the tournament 
 Of flashing wit and word. 
 
 And in that truce of silence, 
 
 I lay aside my lance, 
 And through the light and music send 
 
 One happy upward glance. 
 
 I know not what the song may be. 
 
 The words I cannot hear ; 
 Tis but a gentle melody, 
 
 All simple, soft, and clear. 
 151 
 
A SILENCE AND A SONG, 
 
 But the sweetness and the quiet 
 
 Have set my spirit free, 
 And I turn in loving gladness, 
 
 Dear Master, now to Thee. 
 
 I know I love Thee better 
 
 Than any earthly joy, 
 For Thou hast given me the peace 
 
 Which nothing can destroy. 
 
 I know that Thou art nearer still 
 
 Than all this merry throng, 
 And sweeter is the thought of Thee 
 
 Than any lovely song. 
 
 Thou hast put gladness in my heart. 
 
 Then well may I be glad ! 
 Without the secret of Thy love, 
 
 I could not but be sad. 
 
 I bless Thee for these pleasant hours 
 With sunny-hearted friends, 
 
 But more for this sweet moment's calm 
 Thy loving-kindness sends. 
 
 O Master, gracious Master, 
 
 What will Thy presence be, 
 If such a thrill of joy can crown 
 
 One upward look to Thee } 
 152 
 
HIDDEN IN LIGHT. 
 
 'Tis ending now, that gentle song, 
 And they will call for me ; 
 
 They know the music I love best, — 
 My song shall be for Thee ! 
 
 For Thee, who hast so loved us, 
 And whom not having seen. 
 
 We love ; on v/hom in all our joy, 
 As in our grief, we lean. 
 
 Be near me still, and tune my notes, 
 And make them sweet and strong 
 
 To waft Thy words to many a heart, 
 Upon the wings of song. 
 
 I know that all will listen, 
 For my very heart shall sing. 
 
 And it shall be Thy praise alone, 
 My glorious Lord and King. 
 
 ^ibbcn in Cigl)!. 
 
 TI7HEN first the sun dispels the cloudy night, 
 • * The glad hills catch the radiance from afar. 
 And smile for joy. We say, " How fair they are. 
 Tree, rock, and heather-bloom, so clear and 
 
 bright ! " 
 But when the sun draws near in westering might. 
 Enfolding all in one transcendent blaze 
 Of sunset glow, we trace them not, but gaze 
 And wonder at the glorious, holy light. 
 153 
 
HE IS THY LORD. 
 
 Come nearer, Sun of Righteousness ! that we, 
 Whose swift short hours of day so swiftly run, 
 
 So overflowed with love and light may be, 
 So lost in glory of the nearing Sun, 
 
 That not our light, but Thine, the world may see, 
 New praise to Thee through our poor lives be 
 won. 
 
 ^t is tl)a Corir. 
 
 Ps. xlv. II. — ''So shall the King greatly desire thy beauty ; for 
 He is thy" Lord, and worship thou Him." 
 
 JESUS, beloved Master, art Thou near ? 
 My heart goes forth to Thee ! Thy precious 
 Word 
 Has flashed a bright yet tender thrill, a touch 
 Of living light, all through my silent soul. 
 I had not looked for it. I was too tired 
 For earnest search, and could not rise above 
 .A sense of weary pain, that drew a veil 
 Of mist and lonely gloom before my eyes. 
 But as I lay and waited for the sleep 
 That had been asked, the Book beside my hand 
 Lured me to glance at lightly opening leaves. 
 Did not Thy loving Spirit guide the glance 
 That fell upon the unsought word of power : 
 ''He is thy Lord I " So simple, yet so strong. 
 So all-embracing ! oh, it was enough 
 To chase away all mists and glooms of life. 
 154 
 
HE IS THY LORD, 
 
 " He zs Thy Lord !'' Thyself, O Saviour dear, 
 And not another. Whom have I but The# 
 In heaven or earth ? And whom should I desire ! 
 For Thou hast said, " So shall the King desire 
 
 thee!'' 
 And well may I respond in wondering love, 
 *'Thou art my Lord, and I will w^orship Thee." 
 
 ''He IS thy Lord!'' So certainly ! I know 
 My glad allegiance has been given to Thee, 
 Because Thine all-compelling love and grace 
 Have won the citadel which else had stood 
 Defiant, till God's wrath had laid it low. 
 So certainly ! a fact which cannot change 
 Because Thou changest not, my glorious Lord. 
 
 ''He is THY Lord !" Oh, mine ! though other 
 
 lords 
 Have had dominion, now I know Thy name, 
 And its great music is the only key 
 To which my soul vibrates in full accord, 
 Blending with other notes but as they blend 
 With this. Oh, mine ! But dare I say it, /, 
 Who fail and wander, mourning oftentimes 
 Some sin-made discord, or some tuneless string } 
 It would be greater daring to deny. 
 To say, " Not mine," when Thou hast proved to 
 
 me 
 That I am Thine, by promise sealed with blood. 
 155 
 
HE IS THY LORD. 
 
 ''He IS thy LORD ! " Oh, I am glad of this, 
 So glad that Thou art Master, Sovereign, King ! 
 Only I want Thy rule to be supreme 
 And absolute ; no lurking rebel thought. 
 No traitor in disguise to pass its bounds. 
 So glad, — because it is such rest to know- 
 That Thou hast ordered and appointed all, 
 And wilt yet order and appoint my lot. 
 For though so much I cannot understand. 
 And w^ould not choose, has been, and yet may be, 
 Thou choosest and Thou rulest. Thou, my Lord ! 
 And this is peace, such peace, — I hardly pause 
 To look beyond to all the coming joy 
 And glory of Thy full and visible reign : 
 Thou reignest now — ''He is thy Lord T' to-day ! 
 
 My Lord I My heart hath said it joyfully. 
 Nay, could it be my own cold, treacherous heart } 
 Tis comfort to remember that we have 
 No will or power to think one holy thought, 
 And thereby estimate His power in us, — 
 "No man can say that Jesus is the Lord, 
 But by the Holy Ghost J' Then it must be 
 That all the sweetness of the word, " Thy Lord/' 
 • And all the long glad echoes that it woke, 
 Are whispers of the Spirit, and a seal 
 Upon His work, as yet so faintly seen. 
 
 "My Lord, riiy God T' Thou hearest, blessed 
 Lord, 
 Thou knowest how, like Mary, I would bend 
 156 
 
''HOW WONDERFUL r' 
 
 At Thy beloved feet, if Thou wert here ! 
 
 " If Thou wert here ? " But surely Thou art here. 
 
 And I believe it, though I cannot see. 
 
 I should not love Thee now wert Thou not near, 
 
 Looking on me in love. Yea, Thou dost meet 
 
 Those that remember Thee. Look on me still, 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, and let Thy look give strength 
 
 To work for Thee with single heart and eye. 
 
 '' ^om toanbcrful ! " 
 
 HE answered all my prayer abundantly, 
 And crowned the work that to His feet I 
 brought. 
 With blessing more than I had asked or thought, 
 A blessing undisguised, and fair, and free. 
 I stood amazed, and whispered, " Can it be 
 That He hath granted all the boon I sought ? 
 How wonderful that He for me hath wrought ! 
 How wonderful that He hath answered me ! " 
 O faithless heart ! He said that He v/ould hear 
 And answer Thy poor prayer, and He katk 
 heard 
 And proved His promise. Wherefore didst thou 
 fear ? 
 Why marvel that Thy Lord hath kept His 
 word } 
 More wonderful if He should fail to bless 
 Expectant faith and prayer with good success ! 
 157 
 
(!I tt 11 c b . 
 
 Heb. ill. I. — '^ Partakers of the heavenly calling." 
 
 HOLY brethren, called and chosen by the sov- 
 ereign Voice of Might, 
 See your high and holy calling out of darkness 
 
 into light ! 
 Called according to His purpose and the riches 
 
 of His love ; 
 Won to listen by the leading of the gentle heav- 
 enly Dove ! 
 
 Called to suffer with our Master, patiently to run 
 His race ; 
 
 Called a blessing to inherit, called to holiness and 
 grace ; 
 
 Called to fellowship with Jesus, by the Ever- 
 Faithful One ; 
 
 Called to His eternal glory, to the kingdom of 
 His Son. 
 
 Whom He calleth He preserveth, and His glory 
 
 they shall see ; 
 He is faithful that hath called you ; He will do it, 
 
 fear not ye ! 
 Therefore, holy brethren, onward ! thus ye make 
 
 your calling sure ; 
 For the prize of this high calling, bravely to the 
 
 end endure. 
 
 158 
 
"FROM GLORY TO GLORY." 
 
 2 Corinthians iii. i8. 
 
 i i "CROM glory unto glory ! " Be this our joy- 
 
 ■L ous song, 
 
 As on the King's own highway we bravely march 
 
 along ! 
 " From glory unto glory ! " O word of stirring 
 
 cheer, 
 As dawns the solemn brightness of another glad 
 
 New Year. 
 
 Our own beloved Master " hath many things to 
 
 say;" 
 Look forward to His teaching, unfolding day by 
 
 day; 
 To whispers of His Spirit,Vviiile resting at His feet, 
 To glowing revelation, to insight clear and sweet. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Our faith hath seen 
 
 the King, 
 We own His matchless beauty, as adoringly we 
 
 sing: 
 But He hath more to show us ! O thought of 
 
 untold bliss ! 
 And we press on exultingly in certain hope to 
 
 this : — 
 
 159 
 
FOR NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 
 
 To marvellous outpourings of His "treasures new 
 
 and old," 
 To largess of His bounty, paid in the King's own 
 
 gold, 
 To glorious expansion of His mysteries of grace. 
 To radiant unveilings of the brightness of His 
 
 face. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " What great things 
 
 He hath done, 
 What wonders He hath shown us,v/hat triumphs 
 
 He hath won ! 
 We marvel at the records of the blessings of the 
 
 year ! 
 
 But sweeter than the Christmas bells rings out 
 His promise clear — 
 
 That ** greater things," far greater, our longing 
 
 eyes shall see ! 
 We can but wait and wonder what " greater 
 
 things " shall be ! 
 But glorious fuUilments rejoicingly we claim, 
 While pleading in the power of the All-prevailing 
 
 Name. 
 
 " From glory unto glory !" What mighty bless- 
 ings crown 
 
 The lives for which our Lord hath laid His own 
 so freely down ! 
 
 1 60 
 
FOR NEW YEAR'S-DA V, 
 
 Omnipotence to keep us, Omniscience to guide, 
 Jehovah's Triune Presence within us to abide ! 
 
 The fulness of His blessing encompasseth our 
 way ; 
 
 The fulness of His promises crowns every bright- 
 ening day ; 
 
 The fulness of His glory is beaming from above, 
 
 While more and more we realize the fulness of 
 His love. 
 
 " From glory unto gloiy ! " Without a shade of 
 
 care. 
 Because the Lord who loves us will every burden 
 
 bear ; 
 Because we trust Him fully, and know that He 
 
 will guide, 
 And know that He will keep us at His beloved 
 
 side. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Though tribulation 
 
 fall, 
 It cannot touch our treasure, when Christ is all 
 
 in all ! 
 Whatever lies before us, there can be naught to 
 
 fear. 
 For what are pain and sorrow when Jesus Christ 
 
 is near ? 
 
 i6i 
 
FOR NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 
 
 ** From glory unto glory ! '' O marvels of the 
 
 word ! 
 " With open face beholding the glory of the 
 
 Lord," 
 We, even we (O wondrous grace !) " are changed 
 
 into the same,'* 
 The image of our Saviour, to glorify His Name. 
 
 Abiding in His presence- and walking in the light, 
 And seeking to '' do always what is pleasing m 
 
 His sight," 
 We look to Him to keep us "all glorious within,'* 
 Because " the blood of Jesus Christ zs cleansing 
 
 from all sin." 
 
 The things behind forgetting, we only gaze before, 
 " From glory unto glory," that " shineth more 
 
 and more," 
 Because our Lord hath said it, that such shall be 
 
 our way, 
 (O splendour of the promise !) " unto the perfect 
 
 day." 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Our fellow-travellers 
 still 
 
 Are gathering on the journey ! the bright elec- 
 tric thrill 
 
 Of quick instinctive union, more frequent and 
 more sweet, 
 
 Shall swiftly pass from heart to heart in true and 
 tender beat. 
 
 102 
 
FOR NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 
 
 And closer yet, and closer the golden bonds shall 
 
 be, 
 Enlinking all who love our Lord in pure sincerity ; 
 And wider j^et, and wider shall the circling glory 
 
 glow. 
 As more and more are taught of God that mighty 
 
 love to know. 
 
 O ye who seek the Saviour, look up in faith and 
 love, 
 
 Come up into the sunshine, so bright and warm 
 above ! 
 
 No longer tread the valley, but clinging to His 
 hand, 
 
 Ascend the shining summits, and view the glo- 
 rious land. 
 
 Our harp-notes should be sweeter, our trumpet- 
 tones more clear. 
 
 Our anthems ring so grandly, that all the world 
 must hear ! 
 
 Oh, royal be our music, for who hath cause to 
 sing. 
 
 Like the chorus of redeemed ones, the Children 
 of the King ! 
 
 Oh, let our adoration for all that He hath done 
 Peal out beyond the stars of God, while voice and 
 life are one ! 
 
 163 
 
THE MINISTR V OF INTERCESSION. 
 
 And let our consecration be real, and deep, and 
 
 true ; 
 Oh, even now our hearts shall bow, and joyful 
 
 vows renew ! — 
 
 ^* In full and glad 8ui;i|cndoi] ure give our^selves to 
 
 tphee, 
 ^hine uttoi;hj, and onhj, and euer^moi;a to be ! 
 ^ $on of ^od; who louest us^ we will be ^hine 
 
 alone, 
 i^'nd all we ar^e, and all we have, shall hencefor^th 
 
 be ©hine own I '^ 
 
 Now, onward, ever onward, from " strength to 
 
 strength " we go. 
 While "grace for grace" abundantly shall from 
 
 His fulness flov/, 
 To glory's full fruition, from glory's foretaste 
 
 here, 
 Until his Very Presence crown our happiest New 
 
 Year! 
 
 ^\)t iHinistrg of iJntcrccssian. 
 
 'T^HERE is no holy service 
 ■*• But hath its secret bliss : 
 Yet, of all blessed ministries, 
 Is one so dear as this ? 
 164 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION. 
 
 The ministry that cannot be 
 
 A wondering seraph's dower, 
 Enduing mortal weakness 
 
 With more than angel-power; 
 The ministr}^ of purest love 
 
 Uncrossed by any fear, 
 That bids us meet At the Master's feet, 
 
 And keeps us very near. 
 
 God's ministers are many, 
 
 For this His gracious will. 
 Remembrancers that day and night 
 
 This holy office fill. 
 While some are hushed in slumber. 
 
 Some to fresh service wake, 
 And thus the saintly number 
 
 No change or chance can break. 
 And thus the sacred courses 
 
 Are evermore fulfilled, 
 The tide of grace By time or place 
 
 Is never stayed or stilled. 
 
 Oh, if our ears were opened 
 
 To hear as angels do 
 The Intercession-chorus 
 
 Arising full and true. 
 We should hear it soft up-welling 
 
 In morning's pearly light ; 
 Through evening's shadows swelling 
 
 In grandly gathering might ; 
 165 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION, 
 
 The sultry silence filling 
 
 Of noontide's thunderous glow ; 
 
 And the solemn starlight thrilling 
 With ever-deepening flow. 
 
 We should hear it through the rushing 
 
 Of the city's restless roar, 
 And trace its gentle gushing 
 
 O'er ocean's crystal floor : 
 We should hear it far up-floating 
 
 Beneath the Orient moon, 
 And catch the golden noting 
 
 From the busy Western noon ; 
 And pine-robed heights would echo 
 
 As the mystic chant up-floats. 
 And the sunny plain Resound again 
 
 With the myriad-mingling notes. 
 
 Who are the blessed ministers 
 
 Of this world-gathering band ? 
 All who have learnt one language, 
 
 Through each far-parted land ; 
 All who have learnt the story 
 
 Of Jesu's love and grace. 
 And are longing for His glory 
 
 To shine in every face. 
 All who have known the Father 
 
 In Jesus Christ our Lord, 
 And know the might And love the light 
 
 Of the Spirit in the Word. 
 i66 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION. 
 
 Yet there are some who see not 
 
 Their calling high and grand, 
 Who seldom pass the portals, 
 
 And never boldly stand 
 Before the golden altar 
 
 On the crimson-stained floor, 
 Who wait afar and falter. 
 
 And dare not hope for more. 
 Will ye not join the blessed ranks 
 
 In their beautiful array ? 
 Let intercession blend with thanks 
 
 As ye minister to-day ! 
 
 There are little ones among them. 
 
 Child-ministers of prayer. 
 White robes of intercession 
 
 Those tiny servants wear. 
 First for the near and dear ones 
 
 Is that fair ministry, 
 Then for the poor black children, 
 
 So far beyond the sea. 
 The busy hands are folded. 
 
 As the little heart uplifts 
 In simple love. To God above, 
 
 Its prayer for all good gifts. 
 
 There are hands too often weary 
 With the business of the day. 
 
 With God-entrusted duties. 
 Who are toiling while they pray. 
 167 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION. 
 
 They bear the golden vials, 
 
 And the golden harps of praise, 
 Through all the daily trials. 
 
 Through all the dusty ways. 
 These hands, so tired, so faithful, 
 
 With odours sweet are filled, 
 And in the ministry of prayer 
 
 Are wonderfully skilled. 
 
 There are ministers unlettered, 
 
 Not of Earth's great and wise. 
 Yet mighty and unfettered 
 
 Their eagle-prayers arise. 
 Free of the heavenly storehouse ! 
 
 For they hold the master-key 
 That opens all the fulness 
 
 Of God's great treasury. 
 They bring the needs of others, 
 
 And all things are their own. 
 For their one grand claim Is Jesu's name 
 
 Before their Father's throne. 
 
 There are noble Christian workers, 
 
 The men of faith and power, 
 The overcoming v/restlers 
 
 Of many a midnight hour; 
 Prevailing princes with their God, 
 
 Who will not be denied. 
 Who bring down showers of blessing 
 
 To swell the rising tide. 
 i6S 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION, 
 
 The Prince of Darkness quaileth 
 
 At their triumphant way. 
 Their fervent prayer availeth 
 
 To sap his subtle sway. 
 
 But in this temple service 
 
 Are sealed and set apart 
 Arch-priests of intercession, 
 
 Of undivided heart. 
 The fulness of anointing 
 
 On fliese is doubly shed. 
 The consecration of their God 
 
 Is on each low-bowed head. 
 They bear the golden vials 
 
 With white and trembling hand ; 
 In quiet room Or wakeful gloom 
 
 These ministers must stand, — 
 
 To the Intercession-Priesthood 
 
 Mysteriously ordained, 
 When the strange dark gift of suffering 
 
 This added gift hath gained. 
 For the holy hands uplifted 
 
 In suffering's longest hour 
 Are truly Spirit-gifted 
 
 With intercession-power. 
 The Lord of Blessing fills them 
 
 With His uncounted gold, 
 An unseen store, Still more and more 
 
 Those trembling hands shall hold. 
 169 
 
THE MINISTRY OF INTERCESSION. 
 
 Not always with rejoicing 
 
 This ministry is wrought, 
 For many a sigh is mingled 
 
 With the sweet odours brought. 
 Yet every tear bedewing 
 
 The faith-fed altar fire 
 May be its bright renewing 
 
 To purer flame, and higher. 
 But when the oil of gladness 
 
 God graciously outpours, 
 The heavenward blaze, With blended praise, 
 
 More mightily upsoars. 
 
 So the incense-cloud ascendeth 
 
 As through calm, crystal air, 
 A pillar reaching unto heaven 
 
 Of wreathed faith and prayer. 
 For evermore the Angel 
 
 Of Intercession stands 
 In His Divine High Priesthood, 
 
 With fragrance-filled hands. 
 To wave the golden censer 
 
 Before His Father's throne, 
 With Spirit-fire intenser. 
 
 And incense all His own. 
 
 And evermore the Father 
 
 Sends radiantly dov/n 
 All-marvellous responses. 
 
 His ministers to crown ; 
 170 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS. 
 
 The incense cloud returning 
 
 As golden blessing-showers. 
 We in each drop discerning 
 
 Some feeble prayer of ours, 
 Transmuted into wealth unpriced. 
 
 By Him who giveth thus 
 The glory all to Jesus Christ, 
 
 The gladness all to us ! 
 
 ®;i)e boicc of S^^w^ toatcrs. 
 
 JPAR away I heard it, 
 -*■ Stealing through the pines, 
 Like a whisper saintly, 
 Falling dimly, faintly. 
 Through the terraced vines. 
 
 Freshening breezes bore it 
 
 Down the mountain slope ; 
 So I turned and listened. 
 While the sunlight glistened 
 On the snowy cope. 
 
 Far away and dreamy 
 
 Was the voice I heard ; 
 Yet it pierced and found me. 
 Through the voices round me — 
 Song without a word. 
 171 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS. 
 
 All the life and turmoil, 
 
 All the busy cheer, 
 Melted in the flowing 
 Of that murmur, growing, 
 
 Claiming all my ear. 
 
 What the m.ountain message 
 
 I could never tell ; 
 Such ^olian fluting 
 Hath no language suiting 
 
 What we wTite and spell. 
 
 Rather did it enter 
 
 Where no w^ords can win, 
 Touching and unsealing 
 Springs of hidden feeling 
 Slumbering deep within. 
 
 Voice of many waters 
 
 Only heard afar ! 
 Hushing, luring slowly, 
 With an influence holy. 
 
 Like the Orient star. 
 
 Following where it leadeth, 
 
 Till we stand below, 
 While the noble thunder 
 Wins the hush of wonder, 
 Silent in its glow. 
 172 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS, 
 
 Light and sound triumphant 
 
 Fill the eye and ear, 
 Every pulse is beating 
 Quick, unconscious greeting 
 
 To the vision near. 
 
 Rainbow flames are wreathing 
 
 In the dazzling foam, 
 Fancy far transcending. 
 Power and beauty blending 
 In their radiant home. 
 
 All the dreamy longing 
 
 Passes out of sight, 
 In a swift surrender 
 To the joyous splendour 
 
 Of this song of might. 
 
 Self is lost and hidden 
 
 As it peals along ; 
 Fevered introspection, 
 Paler-browed reflection 
 
 Vanish in the song. 
 
 For the spirit, lifted 
 
 From the dulling mists, 
 Takes a stronger moulding, 
 As the sound, enfolding. 
 Bears it where it lists. 
 173 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY V/ATERS. 
 
 Voice of many waters ! 
 
 Must we turn away 
 From the crystal chorus 
 Now resounding o'er us 
 
 Through the flashing spray ? 
 
 Far away we hear it, 
 Floating from the sky ; 
 
 Mystic echo, falling 
 
 Through the stars, and calling 
 From the thrones on high. 
 
 There are voices round us, 
 
 Busy, quick, and loud ; 
 
 All daylong we hear them, 
 
 We are still so near them. 
 
 Still among the crowd. 
 
 Yet amid the clamour 
 
 Falls it, faint and sweet, 
 Like the softest harp-tone 
 Passing every sharp tone 
 Down the noisy street. 
 
 To the soul-recesses 
 
 Cleaving then its way, 
 Waking hidden yearning. 
 Unwilled impulse turning 
 To the Far-away. 
 174 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS, 
 
 Far away and viewless, 
 
 Yet not all unknown — 
 In the murmur tracing 
 Soft notes interlacing 
 
 With familiar tone. 
 
 So we start and listen 
 
 While the murmur low 
 Falleth ever clearer, 
 Swelleth ever nearer 
 
 In melodious flow. 
 
 Voice of many waters 
 From the heights above ! 
 
 Hushing, luring slowly 
 
 With its influence holy, 
 With its song of love. 
 
 Following where it leadeth, 
 Pilgrim feet shall stand, . 
 Where the holy millions 
 Throng the fair pavilions 
 In the Glorious Land ; 
 
 Where the sevenfold '* Worthy " 
 
 Hails the King of kings, 
 Blent with golden clashing 
 Of the crowns, and flashing 
 Of cherubic wings ; 
 175 
 
THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS, 
 
 .Rolls the Amen chorus, 
 
 Old, yet ever new ; 
 Seal of blest allegiance, 
 Pledge of bright obedience, 
 
 Seal that God is true. 
 
 Through the solemn glory- 
 Alleluias rise, 
 
 Mightiest exultation. 
 
 Holiest adoration, 
 Infinite surprise. 
 
 There immortal powers 
 
 Meet immortal song ; 
 Heavenly image bearing. 
 Angel-essence sharing. 
 
 Excellent and strong. 
 
 Strong to bear the glory 
 
 And the veil-less sight, 
 Strong to swell the thunders 
 And to know the wonders 
 
 Of the home of light. 
 
 Voice of many waters ! 
 
 Everlasting laud ! 
 Hark ! it rushes nearer. 
 Every moment clearer, 
 
 From the Throne of God. 
 176 
 
''-free to SctDc/' 
 
 QHE chose His service. For the Lord of Love 
 ^ Had chosen her, and paid the awful price 
 For her redemption ; and had sought her out, 
 And set her free, and clothed her gloriously, 
 And put His royal ring upon her hand, 
 And crowns of lovingkindness on her head. 
 She chose it. Yet it seemed she could not yield 
 The fuller measure other lives could bring ; 
 For He had given her a precious gift, 
 A treasure and a charge to prize and keep, 
 A tiny hand, a darling hand, that traced 
 On her heart's tablet words of golden love. 
 And there was not much room for other lines, 
 For time and thought were spent, (and rightly 
 
 spent. 
 For He had given the charge,) and hours and 
 
 days 
 Were concentrated on the one dear task. 
 
 But He had need of her. Not one new gem, 
 But many, for His crown ; — not one fair sheaf, 
 But many, she should bring. And she should 
 
 have 
 A richer, happier harvest-home at last. 
 Because more fruit, more glory, and more praise. 
 Her life should yield to Him. And so He came, 
 The Master came Himself, and gently took 
 The little hand in His, and gave it room 
 177 
 
''FREE TO SERVED 
 
 Among the angel-harpers. Jesus came 
 And laid His own hand on the quivering heart, 
 And made it very still, that He might write 
 Invisible words of power — " Free to serve ! " 
 Then through the darkness and the chill He 
 
 sent 
 A heat-ray of His love, developing 
 The mystic writing, till it glowed and shone 
 And lit up all her life with radiance new, — 
 The happy service of a yielded heart. 
 With comfort that He never ceased to give 
 (Because her need could never cease) she filled 
 The empty chalices of other lives. 
 And time and thought v/ere thenceforth spent 
 
 for Him 
 Who loved her with His everlasting love. 
 
 Let Him write what He will upon our hearts 
 With His unerring pen. They are His own, 
 Hewn from the rock by His selecting grace, 
 Prepared for His own glory. Let Him write ! 
 Be sure He will not cross out one sweet word 
 But to inscribe a sweeter, — but to grave 
 One that shall shine for ever to His praise, 
 And thus fulfil our deepest heart-desire. 
 The tearful eye at first may read the line 
 ** Bondage to grief ! " but He shall wipe away 
 The tears, and clear the vision, till it read 
 In ever-brightening letters " Free to serve ! ** 
 For whom the Son makes free is free indeed. 
 178 
 
COMING TO THE KING. 
 
 Nor only by reclaiming His good gifts, 
 But by withholding, doth the Master write 
 These words upon the heart. Not always needs 
 Erasure of some blessed line of love 
 For this more blest inscription. Where He finds 
 A tablet empty for the ''lines left out," 
 That " might have been " engraved with human 
 
 love 
 And sweetest human cares, yet never bore 
 That poetry of life, His own dear hand 
 Writes " Free to serve ! " And these clear charac- 
 ters 
 Fill with fair colours all the unclaimed space. 
 Else grey and colourless. 
 
 Then let it be 
 The motto of our lives until we stand 
 In the great freedom of Eternity, 
 Where we '' shall strwe Him "while we see His 
 
 face, 
 For ever and for ever *' Free to serve." 
 
 Coming t0 tl)e tving> 
 
 2 Chronicles ix. 1-12. 
 
 T CAME from very far away to see 
 
 ■*■ The King of Salem; for I had been told 
 
 Of glory and of wisdom manifold. 
 And condescension infinite and free. 
 179 
 
COMING TO THE KING, 
 
 How could I rest, when I had heard His fame. 
 In that dark lonely land of death from whence I 
 came ? 
 
 I came, (but not like Sheba's queen,) alone ! 
 No stately train, no costly gifts to bring ; 
 No friend at court, save One, that One the 
 King ! 
 I had requests to spread before His throne. 
 And I had questions none could solve for me. 
 Of import deep, and full of awful mystery. 
 
 I came and communed with that mighty King, 
 And told Him all my heart ; I cannot say. 
 In mortal ear, what communings were they. 
 But wouldst thou know, go too, and meekly 
 bring 
 All that is in thy heart, and thou shalt hear 
 His voice of love and power, His answers sweet 
 and clear. 
 
 O happy end of every weary quest ! 
 He told me all I needed, graciously ; — 
 Enough for guidance, and for victory 
 O'er doubts and fears, enough for quiet rest ; 
 And when some veiled response I could not read. 
 It was not hid from Him, — this was enough in- 
 deed. 
 
 1 80 
 
COMING TO THE KING, 
 
 His wisdom and His glories passed before 
 My wondering eyes in gradual revelation ; 
 The house that He had built, its strong foun- 
 dation, 
 Its living stones; and, brightening more and 
 more, 
 Fair glimpses of that palace far away, 
 Where all His loyal ones shall dwell with Him 
 for aye. 
 
 True the report that reached my far-off land 
 Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame; 
 Yet I believed not until I came, — 
 Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand. 
 The half was never told by mortal word ; 
 My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard ! 
 
 Oh, happy are His servants ! happy they 
 Who stand continually before His face, 
 Ready to do His will of wisest grace ! 
 My King! is mine such blessedness to-day? 
 For I too hear Thy wisdom, line by line, 
 Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance 
 shine. 
 
 Oh, blessed be the Lord thy God, who set 
 Our King upon His throne ! Divine delight 
 In the Beloved crowning Thee with might, 
 
 Honour, and majesty supreme ; and yet 
 i8i 
 
COMING TO THE KING. 
 
 The strange and Godlike secret opening thus, — 
 The kingship of His Christ ordained through 
 love to us ! 
 
 What shall I render to my glorious King? 
 I have but that which I receive from Thee ; 
 And what I give, Thou givest back to me. 
 Transmuted by Thy touch ; each worthless 
 thing 
 Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold, 
 And by Thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold. 
 
 All my desire Thou grantest, whatsoe'er 
 I ask ! Was ever mythic tale or dream 
 So bold as this reality, — this stream 
 Of boundless blessings flowing full and free ? 
 Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee, 
 Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. 
 
 Now I will turn to my own land, and tell 
 What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, 
 And give Thine own sweet message, "Come 
 and see !" 
 And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell 
 With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest. 
 Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. 
 
 2 Sam. XV. 21. — " Surely in what place my Lord the King shall 
 be, whether in death or life, even there also will thy servant be." 
 
 John xii. 26.—''' Where I am, there shall also My servant be." 
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fax iHore (BxccclbixiQ. 
 
 2 Cor. iv. xj.—K.a& vTzep^o/j/v elg v7Tepl3o?iyv. 
 
 '^ "PROM glory unto glory!" Thank God, that 
 -■- even here 
 
 The starry words are shining out, our heaven- 
 ward way to cheer! 
 
 That e'en among the shadows the conquering 
 brightness glows, 
 
 As ever from the nearing Light intenser radiance 
 flows. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Shall the grand pro- 
 gression fail 
 
 When the darkling glass is shattered as we pass 
 within the veil ? 
 
 Shall the joyous song of " Onward ! " at once for 
 ever cease, 
 
 And the swelling music culminate in monotone 
 of peace ? 
 
 Shall the fuller life be sundered at the portal of 
 its bliss. 
 
 From the principle of growth entwined with 
 every nerve of this ? 
 
 Shall the holy law of progress be hopelessly re- 
 pealed, 
 
 And the moment of releasing see our sum of 
 glory sealed ? 
 
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FAR MORE EXCEEDING, 
 
 The tender touch of moonlight, with an orbit 
 
 quickly run, 
 The lustre of the planet, circling slowly round the 
 
 sun. 
 The mighty revolutions of its million-heated 
 
 blaze, 
 " From glory unto glory " lead our far-expanding 
 
 gaze. 
 
 Then onward, ever onward, through the unex- 
 plored abyss, 
 
 (Dark barrier between the suns of other worlds 
 and this,) 
 
 Until the measure-unit mocks the grasp of hu- 
 man thought, 
 
 And space and time commingle while the clue is 
 feebly sought. 
 
 Till, in that wider ocean, deep calleth unto deep, 
 Star-glories with attendant worlds, forth-flashing 
 
 as they sweep 
 Around their unseen centre, that point of mystic 
 
 power. 
 In unimagined cycles, where an age is but an hour. 
 
 Then ! onward and yet onward ! for the dim re- 
 veal ings show 
 
 That systems unto systems in grand succession 
 grow, 
 
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FAR MORE EXCEEDING. 
 
 That what we deemed a volume but one golden 
 
 verse may be, 
 One rhythmic cadence in the flow of God's great 
 
 poetry. 
 
 That v/hat we deemed a symphony was one all- 
 thrilling bar 
 
 Through aisles of His great temple resounding 
 full and far; 
 
 That what we deemed an ocean was a shallow by 
 the shore ! 
 
 Then! onward yet, in eagle flight, through the 
 Infinite we soar — 
 
 *' From glory unto glory," till the spirit fails ; and 
 
 then 
 Illimitable vistas still opening to our ken, 
 Mysterious immensities of order and of light. 
 Stretch far beyond our farthest thought, as 
 
 thought beyond our sight. 
 
 But the starting-point in heaven shall be no 
 "glory of the moon," 
 
 No planet gleam, no stellar fire, no blaze of tropic 
 noon ; 
 
 From "glory that excelleth " all that human 
 heart hath known. 
 
 Our "onward, upward," shall begin in the pres- 
 ence of the Throne. 
 
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FAR MORE EXCEEDING. 
 
 " From g]ory unto glory " of loveliness and light, 
 Of music and of rapture, of power and of sight, 
 *' From glory unto glory " of knowledge and of 
 
 love, 
 Shall be the joy of progress awaiting us above. 
 
 ** From glory unto glory " that ever lies before, 
 Still wondering, adoring, rejoicing more and more. 
 Still following where He leadeth, from shining 
 
 field to field. 
 Himself the goal of glory, Revealer and Revealed ! 
 
 " From glory unto glory " with no limit and no 
 
 veil. 
 With wings that cannot weary and hearts that 
 
 cannot fail ; 
 Within, without, no hindrance, no barrier as we 
 
 soar; 
 And never interruption to the endless *' more and 
 
 more " ! 
 
 For infinite outpourings of Jehov^ah's love and 
 
 grace, 
 And infinite unveilings of the brightness of His 
 
 face, 
 And infinite unfoldings of the splendour of His 
 
 will, 
 Meet the mightiest expansions of the finite spirit 
 
 still. 
 
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''THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILir 
 
 O Saviour, hast Thou ransomed us from death's 
 unknown abyss, 
 
 And purchased with Thy precious blood such 
 everlasting bliss ? 
 
 Art Thou indeed preparing us, with love exceed- 
 ing great, 
 
 And preparing all this glory in such '' far exceed- 
 ing weight" ? 
 
 Then let our hearts be surely fixed where truest 
 joys are found. 
 
 And let our burning, loving praise, yet more and 
 more abound ; 
 
 And, gazing on the "things not seen," eternal in 
 the skies, 
 
 " From glory unto glory," O Saviour, let us rise ! 
 
 '' ^\\t Splenbour of ©ob^s tOili;^ 
 
 T N the freshness of the springtime, 
 
 -■■ In the beauty of the May, 
 
 When the sv/ift-winged breezes carolled, 
 
 And the lambs were all at play. 
 And the birds were blithe and busy, 
 
 Upon her couch she lay. 
 
 Like a lily bruised and drooping, 
 
 Before its early flower 
 Had fully opened to the sun. 
 
 Or reached a noontide hour ; 
 
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''THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILLr 
 
 Broken and yet more fragrant 
 For the heavy-beating shower. 
 
 It was not the first springtime 
 Passed without one glad sight 
 
 Of a starry primrose growing, 
 Or a brooklet swift and bright, 
 
 And without one bounding footstep 
 On a field with daisies white. 
 
 It was not the first springtime ; 
 
 And it might not be the last 
 In weariness and suffering 
 
 Thus to be slowly passed ; 
 For when the young feet cannot move 
 
 Months do not travel fast. 
 
 And yet she saw what others 
 Have never sought or seen, 
 
 A splendour more than spring-light 
 On fair trees waving green, 
 
 And more than summer sunshine 
 On Ocean's silver sheen. 
 
 Her pencil, tracing feebly 
 Words that shall echo still, 
 
 Perchance some unknown mission 
 May joyously fulfil : — 
 
 *'I think I just begin to see 
 The sple7idour of God's will !" 
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''THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILir 
 
 O words of golden music 
 
 Caught from the harps on high, 
 
 Which find a glorious anthem 
 Where we have found a sigh, 
 
 And peal their grandest praises 
 Just where ours faint and die ! 
 
 O words of holy radiance 
 
 Shining on every tear. 
 Till it becomes a rainbow, 
 
 Reflecting, bright and clear. 
 Our Father's love and glory 
 
 So wonderful, so dear ! 
 
 O words of sparkling power, 
 
 Of insight full and deep ! 
 Shall they not enter other hearts 
 
 In a grand and gladsome sweep. 
 And lift the lives to songs of joy 
 
 That only droop and weep ? 
 
 For her, God's will was suffering, 
 
 Just waiting, lying still ; 
 Days passing on in weariness, 
 
 In shadows deep and chill ; 
 And yet she had begun to see 
 
 The splendour of God's will ! 
 
 And oh, it is a splendour, 
 A glow of majesty, 
 
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''THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILL:* 
 
 A mystery of beauty, 
 
 If we will only see ; 
 A very cloud of glory 
 
 Enfolding you and me. 
 
 A splendour that is lighted 
 At one transcendent flame, 
 
 The wondrous Love, the perfect Love, 
 Our Father's sweetest name ; 
 
 For His very Name, and Essence, 
 And His will, are all the same. 
 
 A splendour that is shining 
 
 Upon His children's way, 
 That guides the willing footsteps 
 
 That do not want to stray. 
 And that leads them ever onward 
 
 Unto the perfect day. 
 
 A splendour that illumines 
 
 The abysses of the Past 
 And marvels of the Future, 
 
 Sublime and bright and vast ; 
 While o'er our tiny Present 
 
 A flood of light is cast. 
 
 No twilight falls upon it. 
 
 No shadow dims its ray, 
 No darkness overcomes it, 
 
 No night can end its day; 
 I go 
 
'THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILL:* 
 
 It hath unending triumph 
 And everlasting sway. 
 
 Blest will of God ! most glorious, 
 
 The very fount of grace, 
 Whence all the goodness floweth 
 
 That heart can never trace — 
 Temple whose pinnacles are love ! 
 
 And faithfulness its base. 
 
 Blest will of God ! whose splendour 
 
 Is dawning on the world, 
 On hearts in which Christ's banner 
 
 Is manfully unfurled, 
 On hearts of childlike meekness, 
 
 With dew of youth impearled. 
 
 O Spirit of Jehovah, 
 
 Reveal this glory still ! 
 That many an empty chalice 
 
 Sweet thanks and praise may fill, 
 When, like this ''little one," they see 
 
 " The splendour of God's will " : 
 
 That faith may win the vision 
 
 That hers hath early won, 
 And gaze upon the splendour, 
 
 And own the cloudless sun. 
 And join the seraph song of love. 
 
 And sing ** Thy will be done ! " 
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Via Dolorosa and Via Giojosa. 
 
 [^Suggested by a Picture !\ 
 
 MY Master, they have wronged Thee and Thy 
 love! 
 They only told me I should find the path 
 A Via Dolorosa all the way ! 
 Even Thy sweetest singers only sang 
 Of pressing onward through the same sharp 
 
 thorns, 
 With bleeding footsteps, through the chill dark 
 
 mist. 
 Following and struggling till they reach the 
 
 light. 
 The rest, the sunshine of the far beyond. 
 The anthems of the pilgrimage were set 
 In most pathetic minors, exquisite, 
 Yet breathing sadness more than any praise ; 
 Thy minstrels let the fitful breezes make 
 -^olian moans on their entrusted harps. 
 Until the listeners thought that this was all 
 The music Thou hadst given. And so the steps 
 That halted where the two ways met and crossed. 
 The broad and narrow, turned aside in fear. 
 Thinking the radiance of their youth must pass 
 In sombre shadows if they followed Thee ; 
 Hearing afar such echoes of one strain, 
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THE TWO PATHS, 
 
 The cross, the tribulation, and the toil, 
 The conflict, and the clinging in the dark. 
 What wonder that the dancing feet are stayed 
 From entering the only path of peace ! 
 Master, forgive them ! Tune their harps anew, 
 And put a new song in their mouths for Thee, 
 And make Thy chosen people joyful in Thy love. 
 
 Lord Jesus, Thou hast trodden once for all 
 The Via Dolorosa, — and for us ! 
 No artist power or minstrel gift may tell 
 The cost to Thee of each unfaltering step. 
 When love that passeth knowledge led Thee on, 
 Faithful and true to God, and true to us. 
 
 And now, beloved Lord, Thou callest us 
 To follow Thee, and we will take Thy word 
 About the path which Thou hast marked for us. 
 Narrow indeed it is ! Who does not choose 
 The narrow track upon the mountain side. 
 With ever-widening view, and freshening air. 
 And honeyed heather, rather than the road. 
 With smoothest breadth of dust and loss of view, 
 Soiled blossoms not worth gathering, and the 
 
 noise 
 Of wheels instead of silence of the hills, 
 Or music of the waterfalls } Oh, why 
 Should they misrepresent Thy words, and make 
 " Narrow " synonymous with " very hard " ? 
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THE TWO PATHS, 
 
 For Thou, Divinest Wisdom, Thou hast said 
 Thy ways are ways of pleasantness, and all 
 Thy paths are peace ; and that the path of him 
 Who wears Thy perfect robe of righteousness 
 Is as the light that shineth more and more 
 Unto the perfect day. And Thou hast given 
 An olden promise, rarely quoted now,* 
 Because it is too bright for our weak faith : 
 ** If they obey and serve Him, they shall spend 
 Days in prosperity, and they shall spend 
 Their years in pleasures/' All because Thy days 
 Were full of sorrow, and Thy lonely years 
 Were passed in grief's acquaintance — all for us ! 
 
 Master, I set my seal that Thou art true. 
 
 Of Thy good promise not one thing hath failed ! 
 
 And I would send a ringing challenge forth, 
 
 To all who know Thy name, to tell it out, 
 
 Thy faithfulness to every written word, 
 
 Thy lovingkindness crowning all the days, — 
 
 To say and sing with me : " The Lord is good, 
 
 His mercy is for ever, and His truth 
 
 Is written on each page of all my life ! " 
 
 Yes ! there is tribulation, but Thy power 
 
 Can blend it with rejoicing. There are thorns, 
 
 But they have kept us in the narrow way, 
 
 The King's highway of holiness and peace. 
 
 * Job XXX vi. II. 
 
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DAIL V AFTER WARDS. 
 
 And there is chastening, but the Father's love 
 Flows through it ; and would any trusting heart 
 Forego the chastening and forego the love ? 
 And every step leads on to "• more and more," 
 From strength to strength Thy pilgrims pass and 
 
 sing 
 The praise of Him who leads them on and on, 
 From glory unto glory, even here ! 
 
 From F. R. H. to K. T. 
 
 " T^HERE is no 'afterward' on earth for 
 *■ me ! " 
 Beloved, 'tis not so ! 
 That God's own "afterwards" are pledged to 
 thee, 
 Thy life shall show. 
 
 No "afterward" indeed of great things wrought, 
 
 By willing hands and feet ; 
 No sheaf is thine, from wider harvests brought. 
 
 With singing sweet. 
 
 Fair flowing years of ease and laughing strength, 
 
 With cloudless morning skies, 
 Sweet life renewed, and active work at length, 
 
 His love denies. 
 
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DAIL V AFTER WARDS, 
 
 But living fruit of righteousness to Him 
 
 His chastening shall yield, 
 And constant "afterwards," no longer dim. 
 
 Shall be revealed. 
 
 Is it no " afterward " that in thy heart 
 
 His love is shed abroad ? 
 And that His Spirit breathes, while called apart, 
 
 The peace of God ? 
 
 That J qy in tribulation shall spring forth 
 
 To greet His visits blessed. 
 Whose wisdom v/akes the south wind or the north, 
 
 As He sees best ! 
 
 Shall not long suffering in thee be wrought, 
 
 To mirror back His own ? 
 His^^;///6V7^j'^ shall mellow every thought. 
 
 And look and tone. 
 
 And good?iess / In thyself dwells no good thing, 
 
 Yet from thy glorious Root 
 An "afterward " of holiness shall spring — 
 
 Most precious fruit ! 
 
 The trial of thy faith from hour to hour 
 
 Shall yield a grand increase ; 
 He shall fulfil the work of faith with power 
 
 That cannot cease. 
 
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SUNDA V NIGHT, 
 
 And all around shall praise Him as they see 
 
 The meekness of thy Lord ; 
 Thus, even here and now, how blest shall be 
 
 Thy sure reward ! 
 
 This pleasant fruit it shall be thine to lay 
 
 At thy Beloved's feet, 
 The ripening clusters growing day by day 
 
 More full and sweet. 
 
 If at His gate He keeps thee waiting now 
 Through many a suffering year. 
 
 Watch for His daily ** afterwards," and thou 
 Shalt find them here : 
 
 Till, as refined gold, in thee shall shine 
 
 IJis image, no more dim ; 
 Then shall the endless " afterward " be thine 
 
 Of rest with Him. 
 
 REST him, O Father! Thou didst send him 
 forth 
 With great and gracious messages of love ; 
 But Thy ambassador is weary now, 
 Worn with the weight of his high embassy. 
 Now care for him as Thou hast cared for us 
 In sending him ; and cause him to lie down 
 In Thy fresh pastures, by Thy streams of peace. 
 Let Thy left hand be now beneath his head, 
 And Thine upholding right encircle him, 
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SUNDA V NIGHT, 
 
 And, underneath, the Everlasting arms 
 Be felt in full support. So let him rest, 
 Hushed like a little child, without one care; 
 And so give Thy beloved sleep to-night. 
 
 Rest him, dear Master ! He hath poured for us 
 The wine of joy, and we have been refreshed. 
 Now fill his chalice, give him sweet new draughts 
 Of life and love, with Thine own hand ; be Thou 
 His ministrant to-night; draw very near 
 In all Thy tenderness and all Thy power. 
 Oh speak to him I Thou know^est how to speak 
 A word in season to Thy weary ones. 
 And he is weary now. Thou lovest him — 
 Let Thy disciple lean upon Thy breast, 
 And, leaning, gain new strength to ** rise and 
 shine." 
 
 Rest him, O loving Spirit ! Let Thy calm 
 Fall on his soul to-night. O holy Dove, 
 Spread Thy bright wing above him, let him rest 
 Beneath its shadow ; let him know afresh 
 The infinite truth and might of Thy dear name — 
 " Our Comforter! " As gentlest touch will stay 
 The strong vibrations of a jarring chord, 
 So lay Thy hand upon his heart, and still 
 Each overstraining throb, each pulsing pain. 
 Then, in the stillness, breathe upon the strings, 
 And let Thy holy music overflow 
 With soothing power his listening, resting souL 
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ilUmorial 5Camcs. 
 
 THE High Priest stands before the Mercy Seat, 
 And on his breast bright mingling jewel- 
 flames 
 Reflect Shechinah light ; twelve patriarch 
 names 
 Flash where the emerald and sapphire meet 
 Sardius and diamond. With softer beam, 
 From mystic onyx on his shoulder placed, 
 Deep graven, never altered or erased, 
 The same great names, in birthday order, gleam. 
 May each name written here be thus engraved, 
 Set in the place of power, the place of love, 
 And borne in sweet memorial above, 
 By Him who loved and chose, redeemed and 
 
 saved. 
 Be each dear name, the greatest and the least, 
 Always upon the heart of our High Priest. 
 
 I. 
 
 OWHAT shining revelation of His treasures 
 God hath given ! 
 Precious things of grace and glory, precious 
 
 things of earth and heaven. 
 Holy Spirit, now unlock them with Thy mighty 
 
 golden key, 
 Royal jewels of the kingdom let us now adoring 
 
 see! 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 
 
 II. 
 
 1 Pet. ii, 7. — " Unto you therefore which believe, He is precious.'* 
 
 Christ is precious, oh most precious, gift* by God 
 
 the Father sealed ;t 
 PearlJ of greatest price and treasure,§ hidden, yet 
 
 to us revealed ;!| 
 His ov/n people's crown of glory, and resplendent 
 
 diadem \1 
 More** than thousand worlds, and dearerft than 
 
 all life and love to them. 
 
 * John iii. 16 ; 2 Cor. ix. 15. t John vi. 27. % Matt. xiii. 46. 
 § Matt. xiii. 44. '1 Gal. i. 16 ; John xiv. 21. •[ Isa. xxviii. 5. 
 
 ** Phil. iii. 7, 8. ft Matt. x. 37-39. 
 
 III. 
 
 I Pet. ii. 6. — " Behold, I lay in Zion a chief corner stone, elect, 
 precious." 
 
 Marvellous* and very precious is the Corner Stone 
 
 Elect : 
 Though rejectedt by the builders, chosenj by the 
 
 Architect. 
 All-supporting,§ all-uniting, and all-crowning, 
 
 tried II and sure ; 
 True Foundation,^ yet true Headstone** of His 
 
 temple bright and pure. 
 
 * Ps. cxviii. 23. t Ps. cxviii. 22 ; Isa. liii. 3. $1 Pet. ii. 4. 
 § Eph. ii. 20-22; iv. 15, 16. II Isa. xxviii. 16. \\ Cor. iii. 11. 
 ** Zech. iv. 7. 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I Pet. i. i8, 19. — '* Ye know that ye were not redeemed with 
 corniptlble things, .... but with the precious blood of Christ, as 
 of a lamb without blemish and without spot." 
 
 Now, in reverent awe and wonder, touch the 
 
 theme of deepest laud,* 
 Precious blood of Christ that boughtt us and hath 
 
 made us nighj to God ! 
 His own§ blood, O love unfathomed ! shed for 
 
 those who loved Him not;|| 
 Mighty fountain always open.lT cleansing** us 
 
 from every spot. 
 
 * Rev. V. 9. t Acts XX. 28. % Eph, ii. 13. § Heb. ix. 12. 
 \ Rom. V. 10, ^ Zech. xiii. i. ** i John i. 7. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ps. cxxxix. 17. — '* How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, 
 O God ! how great is the sum of them ! " 
 
 Oh how wonderful* and precious are Thy thoughts 
 
 to us, O God ! 
 Outlined in creation, blazoned on redemption's 
 
 banner broad ; 
 Infinite and deept and dazzling as the noontide 
 
 heavens! above ; 
 Yet more wonderful to usward are Thy thoughts 
 
 of peace§ and love. 
 
 * Ps. xl. 5, 17. t Ps. xcii. 5 ; Rom. xi. 33, 34. % Isa. Iv. 8, 9, 
 § Jer. xxix. 11. 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS, 
 
 VI. 
 
 2 Pet. i. 4. — ''Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and 
 precious promises, that by these ye might be partakers of the 
 Divine nature." 
 
 Then, exceeding great and precious are Thy 
 
 promises Divine ; 
 Given* by Christ, and by the Spirit sealed with 
 
 sweetest " Allt are thine ! " 
 Precious in their peace and power,J in their sure§ 
 
 and changeless might ; 
 Strengthening,! comforting, IT transforming ;** 
 
 suns by day and stars by night. 
 
 * John xvii. 14 ; 2 Cor. 1. 20. t Compare i Cor. ii. 12. and iii. 21. 
 X I Thess. ii. 13. § Heb. x. 23 ; Matt. xxiv. 35. \ Matt. iv. 4. 
 
 ^ Rom. XV. 4. ** 2 Pet. i. 4. 
 
 VII. 
 
 2 Pet. i. i. — '' To thefti that have obtained like precious faith 
 with us through the righteousness of God, and our Saviour Jesus 
 Christ." 
 
 Precious faith our God hath given : rich* in faith 
 
 is rich indeed ! 
 Fire-triedt gold from His own treasur}^ fully 
 
 meeting every need : 
 Channel]: of His grace abounding ; bringing peace§ 
 
 and joy and light ; 
 Purifying,! overcoming ;ir linking** weakness 
 
 with His might. 
 
 * Jas. ii. 5. t Rev. iii. x8. X Heb. xi. 33 ; Rom. v. 2. § Rom. 
 V. I, 2. \ Acts XV. 9. ^ I John v. 4. ** Isa. xxvii. 5 ; 2 Cor. xii. 9. 
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ps. cxxxiii. 2. — " The precious ointment upon the head, that ran 
 down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard ; that went down to the 
 skirts of his garments." 
 
 Precious ointment, very costly,* of chieft odours 
 pure and sweet, J: 
 
 Holy gift for royal priesthood,§ thus for temple- 
 service meet ; 
 
 Such the Spirit's precious unction,|| oil of glad- 
 ness^ freely"^"^' shed. 
 
 Sanctifying and abidingtt on the consecrated 
 head.H 
 
 * John xii. 3. t Exod. xxx. 23. % Exod. xxx. 34, 35. § Exod. 
 XXX. 30 ; I Pet. ii. 9. [| i John ii. 20. 1 Isa. Ixi. 3. ** Titus iii. 
 5, 6. tt I John ii. 27. ++ Lev. viii. 12. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ps. xxxvi. 7 ; Isa. liv. 8, 10. — " How excellent {marg. precious) 
 is Thy loving-kindness, O God ! therefore the children of men put 
 their trust under the shadow of Thy wings." 
 
 Who shall paint the flash of splendour from the 
 opened casket bright. 
 
 When His precious loving-kindness beams upon 
 the quickened sight ! 
 
 Priceless jewels ever gleaming with imperish- 
 able"^ ray, 
 
 God will never take it fromt us, though the 
 mountains]: pass away. 
 
 * Ps. XXV. 6. t Ps. Ixxxix. 33. X Isa. liv. 10, 
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PRECIOUS THINGS, 
 
 Job xxviii. i6, i8. — " It cannot be valued with the gold of Ophir, 
 with the precious onyx, or the sapphire. No mention shall be 
 made of coral or of pearls : for the price of wisdom is above 
 rubies." 
 
 Far more precious* than the ruby, or the crystal'st 
 
 rainbow light, 
 Valued not with precious onyx or with pearl and 
 
 sapphire bright, 
 Freely]: given to all who ask it, is the wisdom 
 
 from above, 
 Pure and peaceable and gentle,§ full of fruits of 
 
 life and love. 
 
 * Prov. iii. 15 ; xx. 15 ; xxiv. 4. t Job xxviii. 17. % Jas. i. 5. 
 § Jas. iii. 17. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Deux, xxxiii. 13-16. — '^ Blessed of the Lord be his land for the 
 precious things of heaven, for the dew, and for the deep that 
 coucheth beneath, and for the precious fruits brought forth by the 
 sun, and for the precious things put forth by the moon, and for the 
 chief things of the ancient mountains, and for the precious things 
 of the lasting hills, and for the precious things of the earth.' 
 
 Nor withhold we glad thanksgiving for His mer- 
 cies ever new,* 
 
 Precious things of earth and heaven, sun and 
 rain and quickening dew ; 
 
 Precious fruits and varied crowningt of the year 
 His goodness fills, 
 
 Chief things of the ancient mountains, precious 
 things of lasting hills. 
 
 * Lam. iii. 23. t Ps. Ixv. 11. 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Jer. XV. ig. — " If thou take forth the precious from the vile, 
 thou shalt be as My mouth." 
 
 Such His gifts : but mark we duly our responsi- 
 bility 
 
 Unto Him whose name is Holy, infinite in 
 purity ; 
 
 Sin and self no longer serving, take the precious 
 from the vile, 
 
 So His power shall rest upon thee, thou shalt 
 dwell beneath His smile. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Lam. iv. 2. — *' The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine 
 gold." 
 
 Sons of Zion, ye are precious in your heavenly 
 Father's sight,* 
 
 Ye are His peculiart treasure, ye His jewels| of 
 delight ; 
 
 Sought§ and chosen, cleansed and polished,! pur- 
 chased with transcendent cost, IF 
 
 Kept** in His own royal casket, never, neverft to 
 to be lost. 
 
 * Isa. xliii. 4. f Ps. cxxxv. 4. % Mai. iii. 17. § Isa. Ixii. 12. 
 \ Ps. cxliv. 12. \ Matt. xiii. 46 ; Gal. i. 4. ** i Pet. i. 5. ft John 
 X. 28. 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 1 Pet. i. 7. — " That the trial of your faith, being much more 
 precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, 
 might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing 
 of Jesus Christ.'' 
 
 Precious, more than gold that wasteth, is the 
 
 trial of your faith, 
 Fires* of anguish or temptationf cannot dim it, 
 
 cannot scathe ! 
 Your Refiner I sitteth watching till His im.age§ 
 
 shineth clear, 
 For His glory, praise and honour, when|| the 
 
 Saviour shall appear. 
 
 * I Pet. iv. 12. t Jas. i. 12. X -Mai. iii. 3 ; Zech. xiii. g. § Rom. 
 viii. 29. 11 I Pet. iv. 13. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Ps. cxvi. 15. — '' Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of 
 His saints." 
 
 Precious, precious to Jehovah is His children's 
 
 holy sleep ;* 
 He is with them in the passing! through the 
 
 waters cold and deep : 
 EverlastingI love enfolds them softly, sweetly to 
 
 His breast. 
 Everlasting love receives§ them to His glory and 
 
 His rest.ll 
 
 ♦ I Thess. iv. 14. t Isa. xliii. 2. % Jer. xxxi. 3. § Ps. ixxiii. 24, 
 1 Isa. xi. 10 {inarg.). 
 
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PRECIOUS THINGS, 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Rev. xxI. io, ii. — '' He showed me that great city, the holy 
 Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glor^-- 
 of God : and her light was like unto a stone most precious ; even 
 like a jasper stone, clear as crystal." 
 
 Pause not here — the Holy City, glorious in God's 
 
 light, behold ! 
 Like unto a stone most precious clear as crystal, 
 
 pure as gold : 
 Strong foundations* fairf with sapphires, sardius 
 
 and chrysolite. 
 Blent with amethyst and jacinth, emerald and 
 
 topaz bright. 
 
 * Rev. xxi. 19, 20. t Isa. liv. 11. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Heb. xi. 10. — ^' A city which hath foundations, whose builder 
 and maker is God." 
 
 Glorious dwelling of the holy, where no grief* or 
 
 gloom of sinf 
 Through the pure and pearly portals| evermore 
 
 shall enter in : 
 Christ its light§ and God its tcmple,|| Christ its 
 
 songir of endless laud ! 
 Oh, what precious consummation of the precious 
 
 things of God ! 
 
 * Isa. XXXV. 10. t Isa. li. i ; Rev. xxi. 27. % Rev. xxi. 21. 
 § Isa. Ix. 19, 20 ; Rev. xxi. 23. Ij Rev. xxi. 22. ^ Ps. cxviii. 14 ; 
 Rev. V. 9-14. 
 
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Sing STakens. 
 
 'T^HE murmur of a waterfall 
 ■■' A mile away, 
 The rustle when a robin lights 
 
 Upon a spray, 
 The lapping of a lowland stream 
 
 On dipping boughs, 
 The sound of grazing from a herd 
 
 Of gentle cows. 
 The echo from a wooded hill 
 
 Of cuckoo's call, 
 The quiver through the meadow grass 
 
 At evening fall : — 
 Too subtle are these harmonies 
 
 For pen and rule. 
 Such music is not understood 
 
 By any school : 
 But when the brain is overwrought, 
 
 It hath a spell, 
 Beyond all human skill and power, 
 
 To make it well. 
 
 The memory of a kindly word 
 
 For long gone by. 
 The fragrance of a fading flower 
 
 Sent lovingly, 
 The gleaming of a sudden smile 
 
 Or sudden tear, 
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THE TURNED LESSON. 
 
 The warmer pressure of the hand, 
 
 The tone of cheer, 
 The hush that means '' I cannot speak, 
 
 But I have heard ! " 
 The note that only bears a verse 
 
 From God's own word : — 
 Such tiny things we hardly count 
 
 As ministry ; 
 The givers deeming they have shown 
 
 Scant sympathy ; 
 But, when the heart is overwrought. 
 
 Oh, who can tell 
 The power of such tiny things 
 
 To make it well ! 
 
 ^^ I THOUGHT I knew it !" she said, 
 
 ^ ** I thought I had learnt it quite ! " 
 But the gentle Teacher shook her head. 
 
 With a grave yet loving light 
 In the eyes that fell on the upturned face. 
 
 As she gave the book 
 With the mark still set in the self-same place. 
 
 *' I thought I knew it ! " she said ; ^ 
 And a heavy tear fell down. 
 As she turned away with bending head, 
 Yet not for reproof or frown, 
 209 
 
THE TURNED LESSON. 
 
 Not for the lesson to learn again, 
 
 Or the play hour lost ; — 
 It was something else that gave the pain. 
 
 She could not have put it in words, 
 
 But her Teacher understood, 
 As God understands the chirp of the birds 
 
 In the depth of an autumn wood. 
 And a quiet touch on the reddening cheek 
 
 Was quite enough ; 
 No need to question, no need to speak. 
 
 Then the gentle voice was heard, 
 
 " Now I will try you again ! " 
 And the lesson was mastered — every word ! 
 
 Was it not worth the pain ? 
 Was it not kinder the task to turn. 
 
 Than to let it pass. 
 As a lost, lost leaf that she did not learn ? 
 
 Is it not often so, 
 
 That we only learn in part. 
 And the Master's testing-time may show 
 
 That it was not quite " by heart " ? 
 Then He gives, in His wise and patient grace, 
 
 That lesson again 
 With the mark still set in the self-same place. 
 
 Only, stay by His side 
 
 Till the page is really known, 
 
 210 
 
THE TURNED LESSON, 
 
 It may be we failed because we tried 
 
 To learn it all alone. 
 And now that He would not let us lose 
 
 One lesson of love 
 (For He knows the loss) — can we refuse ? 
 
 But, oh ! how could we dream 
 
 That we knew it all so well ! 
 Reading so fluently, as we deem. 
 
 What we could not even spell ! 
 And, oh ! how could we grieve once more 
 
 That Patient One 
 Who has turned so many a task before ! 
 
 That waiting One, who now 
 
 Is letting us try again ; 
 Watching us with the patient brow 
 
 That bore the wreath of pain ; 
 Thoroughly teaching what He would teach. 
 
 Line upon line, 
 Thoroughly doing His work in each. 
 
 Then let our hearts " be still," 
 
 Though our task is turned to-day. 
 
 Oh, let Him teach us what He will, 
 In His own gracious way. 
 
 Till, sitting only at Jesu's feet. 
 As we learn each line. 
 
 The hardest is found all clear and sweet ! 
 
"Father, we know the REALITY of Jesus Christ." — 
 IVords zised by a ivorkinan in prayer, October \d,th^ 1875.* 
 
 n EALITY, reality, 
 
 *-^ Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 From the spectral mists and driving clouds. 
 From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds ; 
 From unreal words and unreal lives. 
 Where truth with falsehood feebly strives ; 
 From the passings away, the chance and change, 
 Flickerings, vanishings, swift and strange, 
 
 I turn to my glorious rest on Thee, 
 
 Who art the grand Reality. 
 
 Reality in greatest need, 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art indeed ! 
 Is the pilot real, who alone can guide 
 The drifting ship through the midnight tide ? 
 Is the lifeboat real, as it nears the wreck, 
 And the saved ones leap from the parting deck ? 
 
 * At another pmyer-meeting on the same day a young Christian 
 who had been witnessing for this '* reality " among those who call- 
 ed religion a '' phantom " and a '' sham " prayed earnestly, ^^ Lord 
 Jesus, let Thy dear servant write for us what Thou art— Thou 
 living, bright Reality!" And, urging His plea with increasing 
 vehemence, he added, '' and let her do it this very tiight.'''^ That 
 ** very night" these verses were flashed into my mind ; while he 
 was '^ yet speaking " they were written and dated. Does not this 
 show the " reality of prayer" ? 
 
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REALITY. 
 
 Is the haven real, where the barque may flee 
 From the autumn gales of the wild North Sea ? 
 
 Reality indeed art Thou, 
 
 My Pilot, Lifeboat, Haven now. 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 
 In brightest days art Thou to me ! 
 Thou art the sunshine of my mirth. 
 Thou art the heaven above my earth. 
 The spring of the love of all my heart, 
 And the Fountain of my song Thou art ; 
 For dearer than the dearest now, 
 And better than the best, art Thou, 
 
 Beloved Lord, in whom I see 
 
 Joy-giving, glad Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 
 Lord Jesus, Thou hast been to me. 
 When I thought the dream of life was past. 
 And ** the Master's home-call " come at last ; 
 When I thought 1 only had to wait 
 A little while at the Golden Gate, — 
 Only another day or two, 
 Till Thou Thyself should'st bear me through. 
 
 How real Thy presence was to me ! 
 
 How precious Thy Reality ! 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 213 
 
REALITY. 
 
 Thy name is sweeter than songs of old, 
 Thy words are better than " most fine gold." 
 Thy deeds are greater than hero-glory, 
 Thy life is grander than poet-story : 
 But Thou, Thyself, for aye the same. 
 Art more than words and life and name ! 
 
 Thyself Thou hast revealed to me, 
 
 In glorious Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, is crowned in Thee. 
 In Thee is every type fulfilled. 
 In Thee is every yearning stilled 
 For perfect beauty, truth, and love ; 
 For Thou art always far above 
 The grandest glimpse of our Ideal, 
 Yet more and more we know Thee real, 
 
 And marvel more and more to see 
 
 Thine infinite Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 Of grace and glory dwells in Thee. 
 
 How real Thy mercy and Thy might ! 
 
 How real Thy love, how real Thy light ! 
 
 How real Thy truth and faithfulness ! 
 
 How real Thy blessing when Thou dost bless ! 
 
 How real Thy coming to dwell within ! 
 
 How real the triumphs Thou dost win ! 
 Does not the loving and glowing heart 
 Leap up to own how real Thou art ? 
 214 
 
A SONG IN THE NIGHT. 
 
 Reality, reality ! 
 Such let our adoration be ! 
 Father, we bless Thee with heart and voice. 
 For the wondrous grace of Thy sovereign choice, 
 That patiently, gently, sought us out 
 In the far-off land of death and doubt. 
 That drew us to Christ by the Spirit's might, 
 That opened our eyes to see the light 
 That arose in strange reality. 
 From the darkness falling on Calvary. 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 My glorious King, my Lord, my God, 
 Life is too short for half the laud. 
 For half the debt of praise I owe 
 For this blest knowledge, that " I know 
 The reality of Jesus Christ," — 
 Unmeasured blessing, gift unpriced ! 
 
 Will I not praise Thee when I see 
 
 In the long noon of Eternity, 
 
 Unveiled, Thy " bright Reality ! " 
 
 ^ Song in tfje Nigfjt. 
 
 [Written in severe pain, Sunday afternoon, October 8th, 1876, at 
 the Pension Wengen, Alps.] 
 
 T TAKE this pain. Lord Jesus, 
 ^ From Thine own hand, 
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A SONG IN THE NIGHT, 
 
 The strength to bear it bravely 
 Thou wilt command. 
 
 I am too weak for effort, 
 
 So let me rest, 
 In hush of sweet submission. 
 
 On Thine own breast. 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 
 As proof indeed 
 That Thou art watching closely 
 
 My truest need ; 
 
 That Thou, my Good Physician, 
 
 Art watching still ; 
 That all Thine own good pleasure 
 
 Thou wilt fulfil. 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus ; 
 
 What Thou dost choose 
 The soul that really loves Thee 
 
 Will not refuse. 
 
 It is not for the first time 
 
 I trust to-da}^ ; 
 For Thee my heart has never 
 
 A trustless "Nay!" 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus ; 
 But what beside } 
 216 
 
A SONG IN THE NIGHT. 
 
 'Tis no unmingled portion 
 Thou dost provide. 
 
 In every hour of faintness 
 
 My cup runs o'er 
 With faithfulness and mercy, 
 
 And love's sweet store. 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 
 As Thine own gift ; 
 And true though tremulous praises 
 
 I now uplift. 
 
 I am too weak to sing them, 
 
 But Thou dost hear 
 The whisper from the pillow, 
 
 Thou art so near ! 
 
 'Tis Thy dear hand, O Saviour, 
 
 That presseth sore, 
 The hand that bears the nail-prints 
 
 For evermore. 
 
 And now beneath its shadow, 
 
 Hidden by Thee, 
 The pressure only tells me 
 
 Thou lovest me ! 
 217 
 
T COULD not do without Him ! 
 
 -■• Jesus is more to me 
 
 Than all the richest, fairest gifts 
 
 Of earth could ever be. 
 But the more 1 find Him precious — 
 
 And the more I find Him true — 
 The more I long for you to find 
 
 What He can be to you. 
 
 You need not do without Him, 
 
 For He is passing by, 
 He is waiting to be gracious, 
 
 Only waiting for your cry : 
 He is waiting to receive you — 
 
 To make you all His own ! 
 Why will you do without Him, 
 
 And wander on alone ? 
 
 Why will you do without Him ? 
 
 Is He not kind indeed ? 
 Did He not die to save you ? 
 
 Is He not all you need ? 
 Do you not want a Saviour ? 
 
 Do you not want a Friend ? 
 One who will love you faithfully, 
 
 And love you to the end ? 
 218 
 
WHAT WILL YOU DO WITHOUT HIM? 
 
 Why will you do without Him ? 
 
 The Word of God is true ! 
 The world is passing to its doom — 
 
 And you are passing too. 
 It may be no to-morrow 
 
 Shall dawn or you or me ; 
 Why will you run the awful risk 
 
 Of all eternity ? 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 
 In the long and dreary day 
 Of trouble and perplexity, 
 
 When you do not know the way, 
 And no one else can help you, 
 
 And no one guides you right. 
 And hope comes not with morning, 
 
 And rest comes not with night ? 
 
 You could not do without Him, 
 
 If once He made you see 
 The fetters that enchain you. 
 
 Till He hath set you free. 
 If once you saw the fearful load 
 
 Of sin upon your soul ; — 
 The hidden plague that ends in death. 
 
 Unless He makes you whole ! 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 When death is drawing near ? 
 219 
 
WHAT WILL YOU BO WITHOUT HIM? 
 
 Without His love — the only love 
 
 That casts out every fear ; 
 When the shadow-valley opens, 
 
 Unlighted and unknown, 
 And the terrors of its darkness 
 
 Must all be passed alone ! 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 
 When the great white throne is set, 
 And the Judge who never can mistake. 
 
 And never can forget, — 
 The Judge whom you have never here 
 
 As Friend and Saviour sought, 
 Shall summon you to give account 
 
 Of deed and word and thought ? 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 
 When He hath shut the door, 
 And you are left outside, because 
 
 You would not come before ? 
 When it is no use knocking, 
 
 No use to stand and wait ; 
 For the word of doom tolls through 
 your heart. 
 
 That terrible '' Too late ! " 
 
 You cannot do v/ithout Him ! 
 
 There is no other name 
 By which you ever can be saved, 
 
 No way, no hope, no claim ! 
 
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WHAT WILL YOU DO WITHOUT HIM? 
 
 Without Him — everlasting loss 
 Of love, and life, and light ! 
 
 Without Him— everlasting woe, 
 And everlasting night. 
 
 But with Him — oh, with Jesus f 
 
 Are any words so blest ? 
 With Jesus, everlasting joy 
 
 And everlasting rest ! 
 With Jesus — all the empty heart 
 
 Filled with His perfect love ; 
 With Jesus — perfect pea<:e below, 
 
 And perfect bliss above. 
 
 Why should you do without Him ? 
 
 It is not yet too late ; 
 He has not closed the day of grace, 
 
 He has not shut the gate. 
 He calls you ! — hush ! He calls you ! 
 
 He would not have you go 
 Another step without Him, 
 
 Because He loves you so. 
 
 Why will you do without Him } 
 
 He calls and calls again — 
 *' Come unto Me ! Come unto Me !" 
 
 Oh, shall He call in vain ? 
 He wants to have you with Him ; 
 
 Do you not want Him too } 
 You cannot do without Him, 
 
 And He wants — even you. 
 
 221 
 
JCetD gear's tDisljcs. 
 
 WHAT shall I wish thee ? 
 * ^ Treasures of earth ? 
 Songs in the spring-time, 
 
 Pleasures and mirth ? 
 Flowers on thy pathway, 
 
 Skies ever clear ? 
 Would this ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year ? 
 
 What shall I wish thee ? 
 
 What can be found 
 Bringing thee sunshine 
 
 All the year round ? 
 Where is the treasure, 
 
 Lasting and dear, 
 That shall ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year ? 
 
 Faith that increaseth, 
 
 Walking in light ; 
 Hope that aboundeth, 
 
 Happy and bright ; 
 Love that is perfect. 
 
 Casting out fear ; 
 These shall ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year. 
 
 222 
 
''FORGIVEN— EVEN UNTIL NOWr 
 
 Peace in the Saviour, 
 
 Rest at His feet, 
 Smile of His countenance 
 
 Radiant and sweet, 
 Joy in His presence ! 
 
 Christ ever near ! 
 This will ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year ! 
 
 '' iTorgitjen— x^tJtn until JfotD/' 
 
 Numbers xiv. 19. 
 FOR NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 1879. 
 
 ^^ npHOU hast forgiven — even until now !" 
 
 -*■ We bless Thee, Lord, for this. 
 And take Thy great forgiveness as we bow 
 In depth of sorrowing bliss ; 
 While over all the long, regretful past 
 This veil of wondrous grace Thy sovereign hand 
 doth cast. 
 
 « Forgiven until now ! " For Jesus died 
 
 To take our sins away ; 
 His blood was shed, and still the infinite tide 
 Flows full and deep to-day. 
 He paid the debt ; we own it, and go free ! 
 The cancelled bond is cast in Love's unfathomed 
 sea. 
 
 223 
 
MATTHEW XIV. 23. 
 
 " Forgiven until now ! " For God is true ; 
 
 Faithful and just is He ! 
 Forgiving, cleansing, making all things new ! 
 '' Who is a God like Thee ? " 
 O precious blood of Christ that saves and heals. 
 While all its cleansing might the Holy Ghost re- 
 veals. 
 
 Yes, *' even until now ! " And so we stand. 
 
 Forgiven, loved, and blessed. 
 And, covered in the shadow of God's hand, 
 Believing, are at rest. 
 The one great load is lifted from the soul, 
 That henceforth on the Lord all burdens we may 
 roll. 
 
 Yes, ''even until now !" Then let us press 
 
 With free and willing feet 
 Along the King's highway of holiness. 
 Until we gain the street 
 Of golden crystal, praising purely when 
 We see our pardoning Lord ; forgiven until then ! 
 
 TT is the quiet evening time, the sun is in the 
 -'■ west, 
 
 And earth enrobed in purple glow awaits her 
 nightly rest ; 
 
 224 
 
MA TTHE W XIV. 23. 
 
 The shadows of the mountain peaks are length- 
 ening o'er the sea, 
 And the flowerets close their eyelids on the shore 
 
 of Galilee. 
 The multitude are gone away, their restless hum 
 
 doth cease, 
 The birds have hushed their music, and all is 
 
 calm and peace ; 
 But on the lonely mountain side is One, whose 
 
 beauteous brow 
 The impress bears of sorrow and of weariness e'en 
 
 now. 
 The livelong day in deeds of love and power He 
 
 hath spent. 
 And with them words of grace and life hath ever 
 
 sweetly blent. 
 Now He hath gained the mountain top. He stand- 
 
 eth all alone. 
 No mortal may be near Him in that hour of 
 
 prayer unknown. 
 He prayeth. But for whom ? For Himself He 
 
 needeth nought ; 
 Nor strength, nor peace, nor pardon, where of 
 
 sin there is no spot ; 
 But 'tis for us in powerful prayer He spendeth 
 
 all the night. 
 That His own loved ones may be kept and 
 
 strengthened in the fight ; 
 That they may all be sanctified, and perfect made 
 
 in one ; 
 
 225 
 
MATTHEW XIV, 23. 
 
 That they His glory may behold where they shall 
 
 need no sun ; 
 That in eternal gladness they may be His glo- 
 rious bride : 
 It is for this that He hath climbed the lonely 
 
 mountain side. 
 It is for this that He denies His weary head the 
 
 rest 
 Which e'en the foxes in their holes, and birds 
 
 have in their nest. 
 The echo of that prayer hath died upon the 
 
 rocky hill ; 
 But on a higher, holier mount that Voice is 
 
 pleading still ; 
 For while one weary child of His yet wanders 
 
 here below, 
 While yet one thirsting soul desires His peace 
 
 and love to know, 
 And while one fainting spirit seeks His holiness 
 
 to share, 
 The Saviour's loving heart shall pour a tide of 
 
 mighty prayer ; 
 Yes ! till each ransomed one hath gained His 
 
 home of joy and peace, 
 That fount of blessings all untold shall never, 
 
 never cease. 
 
 226 
 
maUl)i:tD jc%m. SO. 
 
 *^ And when they had sung an hymn they went out." 
 
 'T^HE sun hath gilded Judah's hills 
 •*- With his last gorgeous beam ; 
 Ghostlike the still grey mists arise 
 
 From Jordan's sacred stream. 
 The stars, bright flowers of the sky. 
 
 Unfold their beauties now. 
 And gaze on Salem's marble fane. 
 
 By Olivet's dark brow. 
 In David's city sound is hushed 
 
 And tread of busy feet, 
 For solemnly his sons have met 
 
 The paschal lamb to eat. 
 But list ! the silence of the hour 
 
 Is broken ; the still air 
 A melody hath caught which far 
 
 Its viewless pinions bear. 
 Unwonted sweetness hath the strain. 
 
 And as its numbers flow. 
 More tender and more touching yet 
 
 Its harmony doth grow. 
 Not royal David's tuneful harp 
 
 Such thrilling power had known 
 To wake deep echoes in the soul. 
 
 As its scarce earthly tone. 
 227 
 
Ji/A TTHE W XXVI. 30. 
 
 Within an *' upper room " are met 
 
 A small, yet faithful band, 
 On whom a deep yet chastened grief 
 
 Hath laid its softening hand. 
 Among them there is One who wears 
 
 A more than mortal mien, 
 'Tis He on whom in all distress 
 
 The weary one may lean. 
 Mysterious sadness, on that brow 
 
 So pure and calm, doth lie ; 
 And untold stores of deepest love 
 
 Are beaming from His eye. 
 What wonder if the strain was sweet 
 
 Above all other lays } 
 Seraphic well might seem the hymn 
 
 Which Jesu's voice did raise. 
 The angels hush their lyres and bend 
 
 To hear the thrilling tone, 
 And heaven is silent, — with that song 
 
 They mingle not their own. 
 The sorrowing ones around have heard 
 
 Their blessed Master tell. 
 That He with them no longer now 
 
 As heretofore may dwell. 
 And they have sadly shared with Him 
 
 The last, last evening meal, 
 And heard the last sweet comfort which 
 
 Their mourning hearts may heal. 
 They do not know the fearful storm 
 
 Which on His head must burst ; 
 228 
 
MATTHEW XXVI, 30. 
 
 They know not all, — He hath not told 
 
 His loving ones the worst. 
 How could He ? E'en an angel's mind 
 
 Could never comprehend 
 The weight of woe 'neath which for us 
 
 The Saviour's head must bend ; 
 Ere long the voice, which waketh now 
 
 Such touching melody. 
 Shall cry, ** My God, My God, oh, why 
 
 Hast Thou forsaken me ? " 
 The hour is come ; but ere they meet 
 
 Its terrors, — yet once more 
 Their voices blend with His who sang 
 
 As none e'er sang before. 
 Why do they linger on that note ? 
 
 Why thus the sound prolong? 
 Ah ! 'twas the last ! 'Tis ended now, 
 
 That strangely solemn song. 
 And forth they go : — the song is past ; 
 
 But, like the roseleaf, still. 
 Whose fragrance doth not die away, 
 
 Its soft low echoes thrill 
 Through many a soul, and there awake 
 
 New strains of glowing praise 
 To Him who, on that fateful eve, 
 
 That last sweet hymn did raise. 
 229 
 
i^t ^atl) SDonc j?t! 
 
 IsA. xliv. 22, 23. — '* I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy 
 transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins : return unto Me ; for I 
 have redeemed thee.' Sing, O heavens; for the Lord hath done it." 
 
 EccLES. iii. 14. — "• I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall 
 be forever: nothing can bo put to it, nor anything taken from it." 
 
 SING, O heavens ! the Lord hath done it ! 
 Sound it forth o'er land and sea ! 
 Jesus says, '* I have redeemed thee, 
 
 Now return, return to Me ! " 
 Oh return, for His own life blood 
 Paid the ransom, made us free 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 For I know that what He doeth 
 Stands for ever, fixed and true ; 
 
 Nothing can be added to it. 
 Nothing left for us to do ; 
 
 Nothing can be taken from it, 
 Done for me and done for you 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 Listen now ! the Lord hath done it ! 
 
 For He loved us unto death ; 
 It is finished ! He has saved us ! 
 
 Only trust to what He saith. 
 He hath done it ! Come and bless Him, 
 Spend in praise your ransomed breath 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 230 
 
THE KEY FOUND, 
 
 Oh believe the Lord hath done it ! 
 
 Wherefore linger ? wherefore doubt ? 
 All the cloud of black transgression 
 
 He Himself hath blotted out. 
 He hath done it ! Come and bless Him, 
 
 Swell the grand thanksgiving shout 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 @;i)e Keg i^oitntr. 
 
 'T^HERE is a strange wild wail around, a wail of 
 ■^ wild unrest, 
 A moaning in the music, with echoes uncon- 
 
 fessed, 
 And a mocking twitter here and there, with small 
 
 notes shrill and thin. 
 And deep, low shudd'ring groans that rise from 
 
 coves of gloom within. 
 
 And still the weird wail crosses the harmonies of 
 
 God, 
 And still the wallers wander thro' His fair lands 
 
 rich and broad ; 
 Grave thought-explorers swell the cry of doubt 
 
 and nameless pain, 
 And careless feet among the flowers trip to the 
 
 dismal strain. 
 
 231 
 
THE KEY FOUND. 
 
 They may wander as they will in the hopeless 
 
 search for truth, 
 They may squander in the quest all the freshness 
 
 of their youth, 
 They may wrestle with the nightmares of sin's 
 
 unresting sleep, , 
 
 They may cast a futile plummet in the heart's 
 
 unfathomed deep. 
 
 But they wait and wail and wander in vain and 
 
 still in vain. 
 Though they glory in the dimness and are proud 
 
 of every pain ; 
 For a life of Titan struggle is but one sublime 
 
 mistake. 
 While the spell-dream is upon them, and they 
 
 cannot, will not wake. 
 
 Awake, O thou that sleepest ! The Deliverer is 
 
 near ! 
 Arise, go forth to meet Him ! Bow down, for 
 
 He is here ! 
 Ye shall count your true existence from this first, 
 
 blessed tryst. 
 For He waiteth to reveal Himself, the Very God 
 
 in Christ. 
 
 For the soul is never satisfied, the life is incom- 
 plete, 
 
 And the symphonies of sorrow find no cadence 
 calm and sweet, 
 
 232 
 
THE KEY FOUND. 
 
 And the earthlights never lead us beyond the 
 
 shadows grim, 
 And the lone heart never resteth till it findeth 
 
 rest in Him. 
 
 Do ye doubt our feeble witness ? Though ye 
 
 scorn us, come and see! 
 Come and hear Him for yourselves, and ye shall 
 
 know that it is He ! 
 Ye shall find in Him the Centre, the Very Truth 
 
 and Life, 
 Resplendent resolution of the endless doubt and 
 
 strife. 
 
 Ye shall find a perfect fitness with your highest, 
 
 deepest thought. 
 In Him, the fair Ideal, that so long ye vainly 
 
 sought. 
 In Him the grand Reality ye never found before, 
 In Him the Lord that ye must love, the God ye 
 
 must adore. 
 
 Ye shall find in Him the filling of the "aching 
 
 void " within ; 
 In Him the instant antidote for anguish and for 
 
 sin; 
 In Him the conscious meeting of the soul's unut- 
 
 tered need ; 
 In Him the All that ye have sought, the goal of 
 
 life indeed. 
 
 233 
 
THE KEY FOUND, 
 
 As the light is to the eye, with its sensitive ar- 
 ray 
 
 Of delicate adjustments with their finely balanced 
 ^ play, 
 
 With its instinct of perception, and its craving 
 for the light, 
 
 So is Jesus to the spirit, when He gives the in- 
 ward sight. 
 
 As the full and clear translation of some charac- 
 ters of fate, 
 
 With their sybilline enfoldings, of dim mysteri- 
 ous weight, 
 
 And a haunting terror lest the real be darker 
 than the guessed ! 
 
 So is Jesus to the questions and enigmas of the 
 breast. 
 
 As the key is to the lock, when it enters quick 
 
 and true, 
 Fitting all the complex wards that are hidden 
 
 from the view. 
 Moving all the secret springs that no other finds 
 
 or moves, 
 So is Jesus to the soul, when His saving power 
 
 He proves. 
 
 As the music to the ear, when the mightiest an- 
 thems roll, 
 
 With its corridors conveying every echo to the 
 soul, 
 
 234 
 
THE KEY FOUND, 
 
 With its exquisite discernment of vibration and 
 
 of tone, 
 So is Jesus to the heart that is made for Him 
 
 alone. 
 
 No need to prove the sunshine when the eye re- 
 ceives the light ! 
 
 When the cipher is deciphered we know the clue 
 is right ; 
 
 The key is known by fitting the strange intricate 
 wards ; 
 
 And the ears must own the music when they 
 recognise the chords. 
 
 No need to prove a Saviour, when once the heart 
 
 believes 
 And the light of God's own glory in Jesus Christ 
 
 receives ! 
 No need for weary puzzle, with heart-lore strange 
 
 and dim, 
 When we find our dark enigmas are simply solved 
 
 in Him ! 
 
 We cannot doubt our finding the very Key indeed, 
 
 When Jesus fills up every void, responds to every 
 need, 
 
 When all the secrets of our hearts before Him 
 are revealed, 
 
 And all the mj^stery of life, alone with Him, un- 
 sealed. 
 
 235 
 
''THE SCRIPTURE CANNOT BE BROKEN:' 
 
 We cannot doubt, when once the ear of listening 
 
 faith has heard, 
 With all-responsive thrill of love, the music of 
 
 His word ! 
 He gives the witness that excels all argument or 
 
 sign,— 
 When v/e have heard it for ourselves we know it 
 
 is Divine ! 
 
 And then, oh then the wail is stilled, the wan- 
 dering is o'er, 
 
 The rest is gained, the certainty that never 
 wavers more ; 
 
 And then the full, unquivering praise arises glad 
 and strong, 
 
 And life becomes the prelude of the everlasting 
 song! 
 
 ''®l)e Scripture cannot be Sroken/' 
 
 John x. 35. 
 
 UPON the Word I rest, 
 Each pilgrim day ; 
 This golden staff is best 
 
 For all the way. 
 What Jesus Christ hath spoken, 
 
 Can;^^/ be broken ! 
 Upon the Word I rest, 
 So strong, so sure, 
 236 
 
NOTHING TO PAY, 
 
 So full of comfort blest, 
 
 So sweet, so pure ! 
 The charter of salvation. 
 
 Faith's broad foundation. 
 Upon the Word I stand ! 
 
 That cannot die ! 
 Christ seals it in my hand, 
 
 He cannot lie ! 
 The Word that faileth never ! 
 
 Abiding ever ! 
 
 Chorus : 
 The Master hath said it ! 
 Rejoicing in this, 
 We ask not for sign or for token : 
 His word is enough for our confident bliss, 
 The Scripture camiot be broken. 
 
 ICotl]iug \o Pag ! 
 
 NOTHING to pay ! Ah, nothing to pay ! 
 Never a word of excuse to say ! 
 Year after year thou hast filled the score, 
 Owing thy Lord still more and more. 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 "Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 Ruined, lost, art thou, and yet 
 I forgave thee all that debt." 
 
 Nothing to pay ! the debt is so great ; 
 What will you do with the awful weight ? 
 237 
 
''HE SUFFERED r 
 
 How shall the way of escape be made ? 
 Nothing to pay ! yet it must be paid ! 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 "■ Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 All has been put to My account, 
 I have paid the full amount.'* 
 
 Nothing to pay ; yes, nothing to pay ! 
 Jesus has cleared all the debt away, 
 Blotted it out with His bleeding hand ! 
 Free and forgiven and loved you stand. 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 ** Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 Paid is the debt, and the debtor free ! 
 Now I ask thee, lovest thou Me ? " 
 
 Aprils 1879. 
 
 << T_T E suffered ! " Was it, Lord, indeed for me, 
 ^ *■ The Just One for the unjust ; Thou didst 
 
 bear 
 The weight of sorrow that I hardly dare 
 To look upon, in dark Gethsemane } 
 ** He suffered ! " Thou, my near and gracious 
 Friend, 
 And yet my Lord, my God ! Thou didst not 
 
 shrink 
 For me that full and fearful cup to drink 
 Because Thou lovedst even to the end ! 
 238 
 
BEHOLD YOUR KING, 
 
 " He suffered ! " Saviour, was Thy love so vast 
 That mysteries of unknown agony, 
 Even unto death, its only gauge could be, 
 
 Unmeasured as the fiery depths it passed ? 
 
 Lord, by the sorrows of Gethsemane 
 
 Seal Thou my quivering love for ever unto Thee. 
 
 1879. 
 
 Sel)olb gour King* 
 
 Lam. i. 12. — " Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto 
 My sorrow." 
 
 'DEHOLD your King! Though the moonlight 
 ^ steals 
 
 Through the silvery sprays of the olive tree, 
 No star-gemmed sceptre or crown it reveals, 
 In the solemn shade of Gethsemane. 
 Only a form of prostrate grief. 
 Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf ! 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that we may know 
 The depth of love in the depth of woe ! 
 Behold your King ! Is it nothing to you, 
 
 That the crimson tokens of agony 
 From the kingly brow must fall like dew. 
 Through the shuddering shades of Geth- 
 semane ? 
 
 Jesus himself, the Prince of Life, 
 Bows in mysterious mortal strife ; 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that v/e may know 
 The unknown love in the unknown woe ! 
 239 
 
AN EASTER PR A YER. 
 
 Behold your King, with His sorrows crowned. 
 
 Alone, alone in the valley is He ! 
 The shadows of death are gathering round, 
 And the Cross must follow Gethsemane. 
 Darker and darker the gloom must fall, 
 Filled is the Cup, He must drink it all ! 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that we may know 
 His wondrous love in His wondrous woe ! 
 
 Good Friday^ ^879. 
 
 ^n ©aster Prajjer. 
 
 r^H let me know 
 
 ^ The power of Thy resurrection ; 
 
 Oh let me show 
 Thy risen life in calm and clear reflection ; 
 
 Oh let me soar 
 Where Thou, my Saviour Christ, art gone before; 
 
 In mind and heart 
 Let me dwell always, only, where Thou art. 
 
 Oh let me give 
 Out of the gifts Thou freely givest ; 
 
 Oh let me live 
 With life abundantly because Thou livest ; 
 
 Oh make me shine 
 In darkest places, for Thy light is mine ; 
 
 Oh let me be 
 A faithful witness for Thy truth and Thee. 
 240 
 
EASTER DAWN. 
 
 Oh let me show 
 The strong reality of gospel story ; 
 
 Oh let me go 
 From strength to strength, from glory unto glory ; 
 
 Oh let me sing 
 For very joy, because Thou art my King ; 
 
 Oh let me praise 
 Thy love and faithfulness through all my days. 
 
 ©aster Daron. 
 
 [Written in pencil the early davvn of her last Easter Day, April, 
 1879.] 
 
 T T is too calm to be a dream, 
 
 -'■ Too gravely sweet, too full of power, 
 
 Prayer changed to praise this very hour ! 
 Yes, heard and answered ! though it seem 
 
 Beyond the hope of yesterday. 
 
 Beyond the faith that dared to pray, 
 
 Yet not beyond the love that heard. 
 
 And not beyond the faithful v/ord 
 
 On which each trembling prayer may rest 
 
 And win the answer truly best. 
 
 Yes, heard and answered ! sought and found ! 
 I breathe a golden atmosphere 
 Of solemn joy, and seem to hear 
 
 Within, above, and all around. 
 The chime of deep cathedral bells, 
 An early herald peal that tells 
 241 
 
HOPE. 
 
 A glorious Easter-tide begun ; 
 Wliile yet are sparkling in the sun 
 Large raindrops of the night storm passed, 
 And days of Lent are gone at last. 
 
 ^^)^t. 
 
 w 
 
 HAT though the blossoms fall and die? 
 The flower is not the root ; 
 The sun of love may ripen yet 
 The Master's pleasant fruit. 
 
 What though by many a sinful fall 
 
 Thy garments are defiled } 
 A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all ; 
 
 Fear not ! thou art His child. 
 
 Arise ! and, leaning on His strength, 
 Thy weakness shall be strong ; 
 
 And He will teach thy heart at length 
 A new perpetual song. 
 
 Arise ! to follow in His track 
 
 Each holy footprint clear, 
 And on an upward course look back 
 
 With every brightening year. 
 
 Arise ! and as thy future way 
 
 His blessing with thee be ! 
 His presence be thy staff and stay, 
 
 Till thou His glory see. 
 242 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 Another called, another brought, dear Master, to Thy feet !. 19 
 
 *' As thy day thy strength shall be ! *" 41 
 
 Another year is dawning ! 75 
 
 Accepted, Perfect, and Complete 107 
 
 Behold your King ! Though the moonlight steals 239 
 
 Church of God, beloved and chosen. Church of Christ, for 
 
 whom He died 34 
 
 '* Certainly I will be with thee!" Father, I have found it 
 true 108 
 
 Dear Lord, Thy good and precious Book seems written all 
 
 for me 30 
 
 Do wliat Thou wilt ! yes, only do 39 
 
 From the watch of lonely mountain prayer, in gathering storm 
 
 and blast 42 
 
 Father, where the shadows fall 78 
 
 Fog-wreaths of doubt in blinding eddies drifted 149 
 
 '' From glory unto glorj*- ! " Be this our joyous song 159 
 
 Far away I heard it 171 
 
 '' From glory unto glory ! " Thank God, that even here 183 
 
 Golden harps are sounding 62 
 
 '^ God's everlasting love ! What wouldst thou more ? " 97 
 
 God doth not bid thee wait 104 
 
 God Almighty ! King of nations ! earth Thy footstool, heaven 
 
 Thy throne ! 147 
 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 He hath loved thee, and He knows 12 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath blessed us 14 
 
 Have you not a word for Jesus ? not a word to -lay for Him ?. . 118 
 
 He hath spoken in the darkness 122 
 
 Hear the Father's ancient promise ! 131 
 
 How sweet to know 135 
 
 Holy and Infinite ! Viewless, Eternal ! 144 
 
 He answered all my prayer abundantly 157 
 
 Holy brethren, called and chosen by the sovereign Voice of 
 
 Might 158 
 
 '' He suffered ! " Was it, Lord, indeed for me 238 
 
 In Thee I trust, on Thee I rest 12 
 
 In God's great field of labour 18 
 
 I could not do without Thee 26 
 
 Is it for me, dear Saviour 28 
 
 In the way that He shall choose 35 
 
 I love to feel that I am taught 60 
 
 I gave my life for thee 87 
 
 Is this the peace of God, this strange, sweet calm ? 95 
 
 In the evening there is weeping 3 11 
 
 If sweet below 129 
 
 Israel of God, awaken ! Church of Christ, arise and shine ! . . 130 
 
 I bring my sins to Thee 132 
 
 I am alone, dear Master . . 151 
 
 I came from very far away to see . 179 
 
 In the freshness of the springtime 187 
 
 '' I thought I knew it ! " she said 209 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus . , 215 
 
 I could not do without Him ! 218 
 
 In the quiet evening time, the sun is in the West 224 
 
 It is too calm to be a dream 241 
 
 Jesus, Master ! whose I am 54 
 
 '' Jesus only ! " In the shadow 125 
 
 Joined to Christ in mystic union 126 
 
 Jehovah's covenant shall endure 128 
 
 Jesus, beloved Master, art Thou near ? 154 
 
 King Eternal and Immortal ! 146 
 
 244 
 
INDEX TO FIRST IINES, 
 
 Lof?D, speak to me, that I may speak 17 
 
 Light after darkness 23 
 
 Love culminates in bliss when it doth reach 29 
 
 Leave behind earth's empty pleasure 84 
 
 Lord, is it still the right way, though I cannot see Thy face .. 91 
 
 Listen ! for the Lord hath spoken 137 
 
 My Alpine staff recalls each shining height .... 22 
 
 IMany a voice has echoed the cry for '' a lull in life " 46 
 
 Master, speak ! Thy servant heareth 85 
 
 Made for Thyself, O God ! 93 
 
 My Master, they have wronged Thee and Thy love ! 192 
 
 New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way 57 
 
 " Not your own !" but His ye are 70 
 
 Now, the sowing and the weeping 124 
 
 Not yet thou knowest what I do 138 
 
 Nothing to pay ! Ah, nothing to pay ! 237 
 
 O THE compensating springs ! O the balancings of life 7 
 
 O Christmas, merry Christmas ! 13 
 
 Our Father, our Father, who dwellest in light 36 
 
 Only a leaf, yet it shall bear 45 
 
 O Master, at Thy feet 52 
 
 Onr yet unfinished story 72 
 
 O Lord, our Lord ! how excellent Thy name 81 
 
 Oh, for '^ a desert place " with only the Master's smile ! loi 
 
 O thou chosen Church of Jesus, glorious, blessed, and secure. 109 
 
 what everlasting blessings God outpoureth on His own !. . . . it2 
 
 O herald whisper falling 117 
 
 Our Saviour and our King 127 
 
 O Saviour, precious Saviour 136 
 
 O glorious God and King 148 
 
 O what shining revelation of His treasures God hath given ! . . 199 
 
 Oh, let me know 240 
 
 Peace, peace ! To him that is far away ! 68 
 
 Reason unstrings the harp to see 50 
 
 Return ! O wanderer from my side ! 98 
 
 245 
 
INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 Rest him, O Father ! Thou didst send him forth .- 197 
 
 Reality, Reality 212 
 
 Standing at the portal of the opening year 66 
 
 Sing ! that your song may gladden 113 
 
 Sovereign Lord and gracious Master 116 
 
 Sing when His mighty mercies 121 
 
 Sit dou n beneath His shadow 134 
 
 She is at rest 142 
 
 Singing for Jesus, our Saviour and King 150 
 
 She chose His service. For the Lord of Love 177 
 
 Sing, O heavens ! the Lord hath done it ! 230 
 
 Thou art coming, O my Saviour ! 15 
 
 'Tis fully known to One, by us yet dimly seen 25 
 
 '^ Tempted and tried ! " 40 
 
 Thanks be to God ! to whom earth owes .s8 
 
 There is a hush in earth and sky 64 
 
 Though the circling flight of time may find us 71 
 
 To whom, O Saviour, shall w.e go 76 
 
 Thine eyes shall see ! yes, thine, who blind erewhile • 105 
 
 To-day the golden sunlight 114 
 
 To Thee, O Comforter Divine 114 
 
 '' This same Jesus ! " Oh, how sweetly 140 
 
 There is no holy service 164 
 
 '' There is no ' afterward ' on earth for me ! " 195 
 
 The High-Priest stands before the Mercy-seat 199 
 
 The murmur of a waterfall 208 
 
 '^ Thou hast forgiven — even until now ! " 223 
 
 The sun hath gilded Judah's hills 227 
 
 There is a strange wild wail around, a wail of wild unrest 231 
 
 Upon the same bright morning star 55 
 
 Upon the Word I rest 136 
 
 Vessels of mercy, prepared unto glory ! 24 
 
 What shall Thine " afterward " be, O Lord 32 
 
 Who shall tell our untold need 79 
 
 246 
 
INDEX TO FIRST IINES, 
 
 With quivering heart and trembling will 82 
 
 Whom hear we tell of all the joy which loving faith can bring, 89 
 
 Wanderer from thy Father's home 100 
 
 We are but little children 106 
 
 What are the tuneful voices 123 
 
 What know we, Holy God, of Thee 145 
 
 When first the sun dispels the cloudy night 153 
 
 What shall I wish thee ? 222 
 
 What though the blossoms fall and die ? 242 
 
 " You bear the chalice." Is it so, my friend ? 33 
 
 Yes ! He knows the way is dreary 56 
 
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