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CI-ANGED  CROSS,
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OTHER  ]RELIGIO US POE-MS
NEW AND ENLARGED EDITION.
NEW YORK:
ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & CO.,
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THE great favor which a part of the following selections had met in the fobrm of
"Leaflets for Letters," induced the Publisher,
some few years ago, to gather them in a volume that has found a wide circulation.  The
present is a new  and enlarged edition.   As
the poems are mainly WAIFS, gathered  from
magazines and newspapers, it has not been
possible, except in a few instances, to ascertain the names of the writers.








THfE (SA nAOED CRoss,
OTHER BELIGIO US P) OE'fS.
wT was a time of sadness, and my heart,
Although it knew and loved the better part,
Felt wearied with the conflict and the strife,
And all the needful discipline of life.
And while I thought on these, as given to meMy trial tests of faith and love to beIt seemed as if I never could be sure
That faithful to the end I should endure.
And thus, no longer trusting to His mighllt
Who says, "We walk by faith, and not by sight,"
Doubting, and almost yielding to despair,
The thought arose —Ay cross I cannot bear:
Far heavier its weight must surely be
Than those of others which I daily see.
Oh! if I might another burden choose,
MNetllilks I should not fear my crown to lose.




G           TCTHE CHIAXGED CI OSS.
A solemn silence reigned on all aroundE'cn Nature's voices uttered not a sound;
The evening shadows seemed of peace to tell,
And sleep upon my weary spirit fell.
A moment's pause-and then a heavenly light
Beamed full upon my wondering, raptured sight
Angels on silvery wings seemed everywhere,
And angels' music thrilled the balmy air.
Then One, more fair than all the rest to seeOne to whom all the others bowed the kneeCame gently to me as I trembling lay,
And, " Follow me 1" IIe said; " I am the WVay "
Then, speaking thus, He led me far above,
And there, beneath a canopy of love,
Crosses of divers shape and size were seen,
Larger and smaller than my own had been.
And one there was, most beauteous to behold,
A little one, with jewels set in gold.
Alh! this, methllought, I can with comfort wear,
For it will be an easy' one to bear:
And so the little cross I quickly took;
But, all at once, my frame beneath it shook.
The sparkling jewels fair were they to see,
But far too heavy was their weight for me.




TilE CHAYNGED CR OS&           7
"This may not be," I cried, and looked again,
To see if there was any here could ease my pain;
But, one by one, I passed them slowly by,
Till on a lovely one I cast my eye.
Fair flowers around its sculptured form entwined,
And grace and beauty seemed in it combined.
Wondering, I gazed; and still I wondered more
To think so many should have passed it o'er.
But oh! that form so beautiful to see
Soon made its hidden sorrows known to me;
Thorns lay beneath those flowers and colors fair!
Sorrowing, I said: " This cross I may not bear."
And so it was with each and all aroundNot one to suit my need could there be found;
Weeping, I laid each heavy burden down,
As my Guide gently said: " No cross, no crown I"
At length, to Him I raised my saddened heart:
He knew its sorrows, bid its doubts depart.
"Be not afraid," Ile said, " but trust in meMy perfect love shall now be shown to thee."
And then, with lightened eyes and willing feet,
Again I turned, my earthly cross to meet,
With forward footsteps, turning not aside,
For fear some hidden evil might betide;




8            TTE CTrA YGED  CROSS.
And there-in the prepared, appointed way,
Listening to hear, and ready to obeyA cross I quickly found of plainest form,
With only words of love inscribed thereon.
With thankfulness I raised it from the rest,
And joyfully acknowledged it the bestThe only one of all the many there
That I could feel was good for me to bear.
And, while I thus my chosen one confessed,
I saw a heavenly brightness on it rest;
And, as I bent, my burden to sustain,
I recognized my own old cross again.
But oh! how different did it seem to be
Now I had learned its preciousness to see I
No longer could I unbelieving say,
Perhaps another is a better way.
Ah no! henceforth my own desire shall be,
That Ile who knows me best should choose for me
And so, whate'er His love sees good to send,
I'll trust it's best, because lie knows the end.
" FOR my thoughts are not your thoughts, saith the Lord." —
IsmAAH 50: 8.
"For I know the thoughts that I think towards you-thoughts
of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."JER. 29:11.
And when that happy time shall come, of endless peace and rest,
We shall look back upon our path, and say: It was the beet.




THE IMEETING-PLACE.            9
THE 3MEETING-PLA CE.
W        IIIHERE the faded flower shall freshen
Freshen never more to fade;
Where the shaded sky shall brighten,
Brighten never more to shade;'Where the sun-blaze never scorches;
WVhere the star-beams cease to chill;
Where no tempest stirs the echoes
Of the wood, or wave, or hill;
Where the morn shall wake in gladness,
And the moon the joy prolong;'Where the daylight dies in fragrance'Mid the burst of holy song —
Brother, we shall meet and rest'Mid the holy and( the blest.
Where no shadow shall bewilder;
Where life's vain parade is o'er;
Where the sleep of sin is broken,
And the dreamer dreams no more;
VWhere the bond is never severedPartings, claspings, sobs, and moan,
Midnight waking, twilight weeping,
Heavy noontide-all are done;
Where the child has found its mother,
Wllere the mother finds the child;




10         TIME f'EETINVG-PLACE.
Where dear families are gathered
That were scattered on the wildBrother, we shall meet and rest'Mid the holy and the blest.
Where the hidden wound is healed;
Where the blighted light re-blools;
Where the smitten heart the freshness
Of its buoyant youth resumes;
Where the love that here we lavish
On the withering leaves of time,
Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on,
In an ever spring-bright clime;
Where we find the joy of loving,
As we never loved before;
Loving on unchilled, unhindered,
Loving once and evermoreBrother, we. shall meet and rest'1Mid the holy and the blest.
Where a blasted world shall brighten
Underneath a bluler sphere,
And a softer, gentler sunshine
Shed its healing splendor here;
Where earth's'barren vales shall blossom,
Putting on their robe of green,
And a purer, fairer Edenr
Be:where only wastes have been;




THE PILGRXR.              11
Where a King, in kingly glory
Such as earth has never known,
Shall assume the righteous sceptre,
Claim and wear the heavenly crown —
Brother, we shall meet and rest'Mid the holy and the blest.
TIIE PILGRIM.
S TILL onward through this land of foes
I pass in Pilgrim guise;
I may not stop to seek repose;
Where cool the shadow lies
I may not stoop amid the grass
To pluck earth's fairest flowers,
Nor by her springing fountains pass
The sultry noontide hours;
Yet flowers I wear upon my breast
That no earth-arden knowsWhite lilies of immortal peace,
And love's deep-tinted rose;
And there the blue-eyed flowers of faith,
And hope's bright buds of gold,
As lone I tread the upward path,
In richest hues unfold.




12     ~      THEE PILGRIf.
I keep my armor ever on,
For foes beset my way;
I watch, lest passing on alone
I fall a helpless prey.
No earthly love have I-I lean
Upon no mortal breast;
But my Beloved, though unseen,
Walks near and gives me rest.
Afar, around, I often see,
Throughout this desert wide,
IIis Pilgrims pressing on like me —
They often pass my side:
The kindly smile, the gentle word,
For Jesus' sake I give;
But love-O Thou alone adored I
For Thee alone I live.
Painful and dark the pathway seems
To distant earthly eyes;
They only see the hedging thorns
On either side that rise;
They can not know how soft between
The flowers of love are strewnThe. sunny ways, the pastures green,
Where Jesus leads IIis own;
They cannot see, as darkening clouds
Bchind the Pilgrim close,




HOL Y TEA RS.           13
How far adown the western glade
The golden glory flows;
They cannot hear'mid earthly din
The song to Pilgrims known,
Still blending with the angels' hymn
Around the wondrous throne.
So I, Thy bounteous token-flowers
Still on my bosom wear;
While me, the fleeting love-winged hours
To Thee still nearer bear;
So from my lips Thy song shall flow,
My sweetest music be;
So on mine eyes the glory grow,
Till all is lost in Thee.
HIOL Y TEARS.
YE'ES, thou may'st weep, for Jesus shed
1.   Such tears as those thou sheddest now,
Vhen, for the living or the dead,
Sorrow lay heavy on his brow.
Ite sees thee weep, yet doth not blame
The weakness of thy flesh and heart;
Thy human nature is the same
As that in which he took a part.




14              HOLY TEARS.
He knows its weakness, for he felt
The crushing power of pain and woc,
How body, soul, and spirit melt
And faint beneath the stunning blow.
What if poor sinners count thy grief
The sign of an unchastened will?
IIe who can give thy soul relief,
Knows that thou art submissive still.
Tlrn thee to Him, to Him alone;
For all that our poor lips can say
To soothe thee, broken-hearted one,
Would fail to comfort thee to-day.
WVe will not speak to thee, but sit
In prayerful silence by thy side:
Grief has its ebbs and flows;'tis fit
Our love should wait the ebbing tide.
Jesus Himself will comfort thee,
In His own time, in His own way;
And haply more than " two or three"
Unite in prayerfor thee to-day.




WTlOLL Y RESIGOXED.          15
GOD  OUR  STR ENGS TI
1[AN, in his weakness, needs a stronger stay
Than fellow-men, the holiest and the best:
And yet we turn to them from day to day,
As if in them our spirits could find rest.
Gently untwine our childish hands, that cling
To such inadequate supports as these,
And shelter us beneath Thy heavenly wing,
Till we have learned to walk alone with case.
Help us, 0 Lord! with patient love to bear
Each other's faults, to suffer with true meekness
Help us each other's joys and griefs to share,
But let us turn to Thee alone in weakness.
WHOLLY RESIGNED.
CJIIRIST leads us through no darker rooms
Than he went through before:
lIc that into God's kingdom comes,
Must enter by this door:
Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet
Thy blessed face to see,
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be I




16   ""MY TIMIES ARE IN THY HANYD."
Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days;
And join with the triumphant saints,
That sing Jehovah's praise:
Mly knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim,
But'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.
".MY TIMEfS ARE IV THY HAND."
PSALM 31: 15.
F-ATIIER, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
And the changes that are sure to come,
I do not fear to see;
But I ask Thee for a present mind
Intent on pleasing Thee.
I ask Thee for a thankful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes,
And a heart at leisure from itself
To soothe and sympathize.




"dY TIMES ARE IN TIY RAND."
I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be dealt with as a child,
And guided where to go.
Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate;
And a work of holy love to do,
For the Lord on whom I wait.
I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied;
And a mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.
And if some things I do not ask,
In my cup of blessing be,
I would have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to TheeMore careful than to serve Thee much,
To please Thee perfectly.
There are briers besetting every path,
That call for patient care;




18          THE  BORDE:R-ZANDS.
There is a crook in every lot,
And a need for earnest prayer;
But a lowly heart that leans on Thee,
Is happy everywhere.
In a service that Thy love appoints,
There are no bonds for me,
for my secret heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children " free;"
And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.
THE BORDER-LANDS.
ATHER, into Thy loving hands
lly feeble spirit I commit,
While wandering in these Border-Lands,
Until Thy voice shall summon it.
Father, I would not dare to choose
A longer life, an earlier death;
I know not what my soul might lose
By shortened or protracted breath.
These Border-Lands are calm and still,
And solemn are their silent shades;
And my heart welcomes them, until
The light of life's long evening fades.




2lE BORDER-L;ASS.           1 
I heard them spoken of with dread,
As fearful and unquiet places;
Shades, where the living and the dead
Look sadly in each other's faces.
But since Thy hand hath led me here,
And I have seen the Border-Land;
Seen the dark river flowing near,
Stood on its brink, as now I stand,
There has been nothing to alarm
My trembling soul; how could I fear
While thus encircled with Thine arm?
I never felt Thee half so near.
What should appal me in a place
That brings me hourly nearer Thee?
When I may almost see Thy faceSurely'tis here my soul would be.
They say the waves are dark and deep,
That faith has perished in the river;
They speak of death with fear, and weep
Shall my soul perish? Never I never I
1 know that Thou wilt never leave
The soul that trembles while it clings
To Thee: I know Thou wilt achieve
Its passage on Thine outspread wings.




20    "ALL, ALL IS K.NOWY TO TREE."
And since I first was brought so near
The stream that flows to the Dead Sea,
I think that it has grown more clear
And shallow than it used to be.
I can not see the golden gate
Unfolding yet, to welcome me;
[ can not yet anticipate
The joy of heaven's jubilee;
But I will camly watch and pray
Until I hear my Saviour's voice
Calling my happy soul away,
To see his glory, and rejoice.
"ALL, ALL IS KNOWN  TO THEE."
"Wumn   my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou
knewest my path."
1\   Y  God, whose gracious pity I may claim,
Calling Thee Fathe —-sweet, endearing
name I
Tlhe sufferings of this weak and weary frame,
All, all are known to Thee.
From human eye'tis better to conceal
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel;
But oh I the thought does tranquillize and healAll, all is known to Thee.




,"ALA  ALL IS  rNO WN TO THEE.,"   21
Each secret conflict with indwelling sin,
Each sickening fear I ne'er the prize shall win,
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, dinAll, all are known to Thee.
When in the morning unrefreshed I wake,
Or in the night but little sleep can take,
This brief appeal submissively I makeAll, all is known to Thee.
Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned —
Each drop that fills my daily cup; Thy hand
Prescribes for ills none else can understand.
All, all is known to Thee.
The effectual means to cure what I deplore;
In me Thy longed-for likeness to restore;
Self to dethrone, never to govern moreA1l, all are known to Thee.
And this continued feebleness, this state
Which seems to unnerve and incapacitate,
Will work the cure my hopes and prayers awaitThat can I leave to Thee.
Nor will the bitter draught distasteful prove,
When I recall the Sow of Thy dear love;
The cup Thou wouldst not for our sakes remove —
That cup He drank for me.




22  01  FOR TLE IAPPY D AYS GON  MLr.
He drank it to the dregs —no drop remained
Of wrath, for those whose cup of woe he drained
Man ne'er can know what that sad cup contained,
All, all is known to Thee.
And welcome, precious, can His Spirit make
My little drop of suffering for His sake.
Father, the cup I drink, the path I take,
All, all is known to Thee.
OHI0 FOR TIIE RIAPPY DAYS aONE BY
OH! for the happy days gone by,
When love ran smooth and free;
Days when my spirit so enjoyed
More than earth's liberty I
Oh I for the times when on my heart
Long prayer had never palled,
Times when the ready thought of God
Would come when it was called I
Then when I knelt to meditate,
Sweet thoughts came o'er my soul,
Countless, and bright, and beautiful,
Beyond my own control.
Oh! who hath lockel those fountains up P?
Those visions vwho hath staid?




f011f FOR TlHE HAPPY DA YS GONE BY. 23
What sudden act hath thus transformed
My sunshine into shade?
This freezing heart, 0 Lord! this will,
Dry as the desert sandGood thoughts that will not come, bad thought
That come without commandA faith that seems not faith, a hope
That cares not for its aimA love that none the hotter grows
At Jesus' blessed nameThe weariness of prayer, the mist
O'er conscience overspreadThe chill repugnance to frequent
The feast of angels' bread:
If this drear change be Thine, O Lordl!
If it be Thy sweet will,
Spare not, but to the very brim
The bitter chalice fill;
But if it hath been sin of mine,
Oh I show that sin to meNot to get back the sweetness lost,
But to make peace with Thee.
One thing alone, dear Lord, I dreadTo have a secret spot




24  Oll! FOR THlE HAPPY -DAYS GONE, BY.
That separates my soul from Thee,
And yet to know it not.
Oh! when the tide of graces set
So full upon my heart,
I know, dear Lord, how faithlessly
I did my little part.
I know how well my heart hath earned
A chastisement like this,
In trifling many a grace away
In self-complacent bliss.
But if this weariness hath come
A present from on high,
Teach me to find the hidden wealth
That in its depths may lie;
So in this darkness I can learn
To tremble and adore,
To sound my own vile nothingness,
And thus to love Thee more;
To love Thee, and yet not to think
That I can love so much;
To have Thee with me, Lord! all day
Yet not to feel Thy touch.
If I have served Thee, Lord! for hire,
Hire which Thy beauty showed,




LOST TREASURUE              25
Ah! I can serve Thee now for naaglht,
And only as my God.
Oh! blessed be this darkness, then,
This deep in which I lie;
And blessed be all things that teach
God's dread supremacy I
LOST TREASURES.
LET us be patient, God has taken from us
The earthly treasures upon which we leaned,
That from the fleeting things which lie around us,
Our clinging hearts should be for ever weaned.
They have passed from us-all our broad possessions:
Ships, whose white sails flung wide past distant
shores;
Lands, whose rich harvests smiled in the glad sunshine;
Silver and gold, and all our hoarded stores.
And, dearer far, the pleasant home where gathered
Our loved and loving round the blazing hearth;
Where honored age on the soft cushions rested,
And childhood played about;n frolic mirth.




26          LOST TREASURES.
Where underneath the softened light bent klndly
The mother's tender glance on daughters fair,
And he on whom all leant with fond confidingr,
Rested contented from his daily care.
All shipwrecked in one common desolation I
The garden-walks by other feet are trod;
The clinging vines by other fingers tutored
To flingr their shadows o'er the grassy sod.
Whlile carking care and deep humiliation,
In tears are mingled with their daily bread;
And the rude blasts we never thought could reach
us,
Have spent their worst on each defenseless head.
Let us be cheerfulI The same sky o'erarchesSoft rain falls on the evil and the good;  [ing
On narrow walls, and through our humbler dwell
God's glorious sunshine pours as rich a flood.
Faith, hope, and love still in our hearts abiding,
May bear their precious fruits in us the same;
And to the couch of suffering we may carry,
If but the cup of water, in His name.
Let us be thankful, if in this affliction
No grave is opened for the loving heart;
And while we bend leneath our Father's chiding,
We yet c an mourn "' each family apart."




SUNDA Y.                27
Shoulder to shoulder let us breast the torrent,
TWith not one cold reproach nor angry look;
There are some seasons, when the heart is smitten,
It can no whisper of unkindness brook.
Our life is not in all these brief possessions;
Our home is not in any pleasant spot:
Pilgrims and strangers we must journey onward,
Contented with the portion of our lot.
These earthly walls must shortly be dismantled;
These earthly tents be struck by angel hands;
But to be built up on a sure foundation,
There, where our Father's mansion ever stands
There shall we meet, parent and child, and dearer
That earthly love which makes half heaven of
home;
There shall we find our treasures all awaiting,
Where change and death and parting never
come.
S U1V D A Y.
"I was in the spirit on the Lord's day."-RiEv. 1: 10.
AFTER long days of storms and showers,
Of sighing winds, and dripping bowers,
HIow sweet, at morn, to ope our eyes
On newly II swept and garnished " skies 1




28                S UNDA Y.
To miss the clouds, and driving rain,
And see that all is bright againSo bright we cannot choose but say,
Is this the world of yesterday?
Even so, methinks, the Sunday brings
A change o'er all familiar things;
A change-we know not whence it came-'They are, and they are not, the same.
There is a spell within, around,
On eye and ear, on sight and sound,
And, loth or willing, they and we
Must own this day a mystery.
Sure all things wear a.heavenly dress
That sanctifies their loveliness,
Types of that endless resting-day,
When "we shall all be changed'"as they
To-day our peaceful, ordered home
Foreshadoweth mansions yet to come,
We foretaste, in domestic love,
The faultless charities above.
And as at yester-eventide
Our tasks and toys were laid aside;
Lo! here our training for the day
When we shall lay them down for ave.




SUNDAY.               29
But not alone for musings deep,
Meek souls their " day of days " will keep;
Yet other glorious things than these,
The Christian in his Sabbath sees.
IHis eyes, by faith, his Lord behold;
How on the week's first day of old
From hell he rose, on Death he trod,
Was seen of men, and went to God.
And as we fondly pause to look
Where in some daily-handled book,
Approval's well-known tokens stand,
Traced by some dear and thoughtful hand
Even so there shines one day in seven,
Bright with the special mark of Heaven,
That we with love and praise may dwell
On HIim who loveth us so well.
Whether in meditative walk,
Alone with God and heaven we talk,
Catching the simple chime that calls
Our feet to some old church's walls;
Or passed within the church's door,
Where poor are rich, and rich are poor
We say the prayers, and hear the word,
Which there our fathers said and heard;




30                  uJVDA Y.
Or represent in solemn wise,
Our all-prevailing sacrifice;
Feeding in joint communion high,
The life of faith that cannot die.
And surely, in a world like this,
So rife with woe, so scant of blissWhere fondest hopes are oftenest crossed,
And fondest hopes are severed most;'Tis something that we kneel and pray
YWith loved ones near and far away;
One God, one faith, one hopo, one care,
One form of words, one hour of prayer.'Tis just-yet pause, till car and heart,
In one brief silence, ere we part,
Somewhat of that high strain have caught
" The peace of God which passeth thought."
Then turn we to our earthly homes,
Not doubting but that Jesus comes
Breathing his peace on hall and hut
At evening, when the doors are shut;
Then speeds us on our work-day way,
And hallows every common day;
Without Him Sunday's self were dim,
But all are bright, is.fpent with Hiam.




o YE B.Y ONE.            81
ONE BY ONE.
O NE by one the sands are ilowing
One by one the moments fall,
Some are coming, some are going —
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each;
Let. no future dreams elate thee;
Learn thou first what those can teach.
One by one, (bright gifts from heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily, when givenReady, too, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade, while others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
1)o not look at life's long sorrow,
&e how small each moment's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrowEvery day begin again.
iEvery hour that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;




32            AR Y'S   CHOICI
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion's hour despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond
Hours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching heaven,but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.
MlAR Y'S  CHOICE.
JESUS, engrave it on my heart,
That Thou the one thing needful art;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from Thee.
Needful is Thy most precious blood,
Needful is Thy correcting rod,
Needful is Thy indulgent care,
Needful Thy all-prevailing prayer.
Needful Thy presence, dearest Lord,
True peace and comfort to afford;




"NXEARER HOME."             83
Needful Thy promise to impart
Fresh life and vigor to my heart.
Needful art Thou to be my stay
Through all life's dark and thorny way;
Nor less in death Thou'lt needful be,
To bring my spirit home to Thee.
Then needful still, my God, my King,
Thy name eternally I'll sing;
Glory and praise be ever HisThe " one thing needful " Jesus is.
" NEARER  HO-ME."
ONE sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I'm nearer home to-day
Than I ever have been before.
Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the jasper sea;
Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down;




4        a Or  O 1 iBE RtcrLDoY.
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer wearing the crown.
But lying darkly between,
Winding down through the night,
Is the dim and unknown stream
That leads at last to the light.
Closer, closer my steps
Come to the dark abysm,
Closer, death to my lips
Presses the awful chrism.
Saviour, perfect my trust,
Strengthen the might of my faith,
Let me feel as I would when I stand
On the rock of the shore of death;
Feel as I would when my feet
Are slipping over the brink;
For it may be I'm nearer home,
Nearer now than I think.
OH! TO BE IZEADY.
OH I to be ready when death shall come,
Oh I to be ready to hasten homeI
No earthward clinging, no lingering gaze,
No strife at parting, no sore aln.a7e;




TilE BRIDEGROOMI'S DO Vh         35
No chains to sever that earth hath twined,
No spell to loosen that love wouldtbind,
No flitting shadows to dim the light
Of the angel-pinions winged for flight
No cloud-like phantoms to fling a gloom
Twixt heaven's bright portals and earth's daxk
tomb;
But sweetly, gently, to pass away
From the world's dim twilight into day.
To list the music of angel lyres,
To catch the rapture of seraph fires,
To lean in trust on the risen One,
Till borne away to a fadeless throne.
Oh I to be ready when death shall come I
Oh! to be ready to hasten honle I
TIlE BRIDEGROOM'S DOVE.
14 0 mY Dove I In the clefts of the rock, in the secret of the
stairs."-CANT. 2: 14.
g; M     Y Dove!" The Bridegroom speaks. To)
I  whom?
Whom, think'st thou, meaneth He?
Say, O my soul t canst thou presume
lie thus addresseth thee?




36        TMI' BRIDEUROOM'8 DO VXE
Yes,'tis the Bridegroom's voice of love,
Calling thee, O my soul I His Dove l
The Dove is gentle, mild, and meek:
Deserve I, then, the name?
I look within in vain to seek
Aught which can give a claim:
Yet, made so by redeeming love,
My soul, thou art the Bridegroom's Dove I
Methinks, my soul, that thou may'st see,
In this endearing word,
Reasons why Jesus likens thee
To this defenseless bird;
Reasons which show the Bridegroom's love
To His poor helpless, timid Dove I
The Dove, of all the feathered tribe,
Doth least of power possess
My soul, what better can describe
Thine utter helplessness?
Yet courage take I the Bridegroom's love
Will keep, defend,' protect IIis Dove I
The Dove hath neither claw nor sting,
Nor weapon for the fight;
She owes her safety to her wing,
Her victory to fligt.




THE BRIDEGROOM'S DO V           87
A shelter hath the Bridegroom's love
Provided for his helpless Dove.
The IIawk comes on, in eager chase —
The Dove will not resist;
In flying to her hiding-place,
her safety doth consist.
The Bridegroom opes His arms of love,
And in them folds His panting Dove 1
Nothing the Dove can now molest,
Safe from the fowler's snare;
The Bridegroom's bosom is her nestNothing can harm her there.
Encircled by the arms of love,
Almighty power protects the Dove I
As the poor Dove, before the Hawk,
Quick to her refuge flies,
So need I, in my daily walk,
The wing whichfaith supplies,
To bear me where the Bridegroom's love
Places beyond all harm IIis Dove I
Mly soul of native power bereft,'I'o Calvary repairs




88       TIEZ BBRIDEGROOAf'S DO V.
Immanuel is the rocky cleft,
" The secret of the stairs I "
Since placed there by the Bridegroom's love,
What evil can befall Iis Dove?
Though Sinai's thunder round her roars,
Though Ebal's lightnings flash,
Though heaven a fiery torrent pours,
And riven mountains crashThrough all, the "still small voice" of love
Whispers: "Be not afraid, my Dove I"
What though the heavens away may pass,
WVith fervent heat dissolve;
And round the sun this earthly mass
No longer shall revolve!
Behold a miracle of love I
The lion quakes, but not the Dove I
MIy soul, now hid within a rock,
(The " Rock of Ages " called,)
Amid the universal shock
Is fearless, unappalled.
A cleft therein, prepared by love,
In safety hides the Bridegroom's Dove!
O happy Dove I thus weak, thus safe
Do I resemble her?




GOD  MY EXOEEDIVG JOY. J8
Then to my soul, 0 Lord I vouchsafe,
A dove-like character I
Pure, harmless, gentle, full of love,
Make me in spirit, Lord, a Dove I
O Thou, who on the Bridegroom's head
Didst, as a Dove, come down,
Within my soul Thy graces shed,
Establish there Thy throne;
There shed abroad a Saviour's love,
Thou holy, pure, and heavenly Dove I
S. IL. M,
GOD, BMY EXCEEDI. YG JOE'
PsaLx 45: 4.
E    ARLY my spirit turned
From earthly things away,
And agonized and yearned
For the eternal day;
Dimly I saw, when but a boy,
God, my exceeding joy.
In days of fiercer flame,
When passion urged me on,'Twas only bliss in nameThe pleasure soon was gone.




40       GOD, MiY ZXCEEDIVG JOY.
Compared with Thee, how all things cloy.
God, my exceeding joy!
At length the moment came —
Jesus made known His love;
High shot the kindling flame
To glories all above.
Now all my powers one theme employ
God, my exceeding joy.
Shadows came on apace;
Tears were a pensive shower;
I cried for timely grace
To save me from the hour;
Thou gavest peace without alloy,
God, my exceeding joy.
One trial yet awaits,
Gigantic at the close;
All that my spirit hates
Msay then my peace oppose;
But God shall this last foe destroy
God, my exceeding joy.




GOD'S SUPPORT AND GUIDANCE..  41
GOD'S SUPPORT AND  GUIDANUE.
tWnSLUTEn FROM THE GoRRM.
ORSAKE me not, my God,
Thou God of my salvation I
Give me Thy light, to be
My sure illumination.
My soul to folly turns,
Seeking she knows not what;
Oh! lead her to thyselfMy God, forsake me not!
Forsake me not, my God!
Take not Thy Spirit from me
And suffer not the might
Of sin to overcome me.
A father pitieth
The children he begot;
My Father, pity meMy God, forsake me not.
Forsake me not, my God!
Thou God of life and power,
Enliven, strengthen me
In every evil hour;
And when the sinful fire
Within my heart is hot,




42    GOD'S SUPPORT AND GUIDAWNUD
Be not Thou far from me —
My God, forsake me not I
Forsake me not, my God I
Uphold me in my going,
That evermore I may
Please Thee in all well-doing,
And that Thy will, 0 Lord I
May never be forgot,
In all my works and ways —
My God, forsake me not I
Forsake me not, my God I
I would be thine for ever I
Confirm me mightily
In every right endeavor:
And when my hour is come,
Cleansed from all stain and spot
Of sin, receive my soullMy God, forsake me not I




I AM.                  43
I A M.
"GOD calls himself I AM, leaving a blank which oeah son
may fill up with that which is most precious to himself"
T    IIOU bidd'st us call, and giv'st us many a
name,
That thou may'st hear and answer every cry
But-for the wants of all are not the sameAnother name Thy wondrous love did try;
ro Moses first Thou gav'st it, and he knew
Its worth, and taught us how to prize it, too:
I AMI-let every sinner kneel, and thank
The Lord, and with his wants fill up the blank.
Thy very wounds do say, each drop they blood,
" I AM thy need."
Oh I I am weary of this life,
Of all its vanity and care;
Where can I hide me from its strife,
From all its noises-where?
MAy spirit, sinks beneath the load,
I pant to reach a safe abode.
W' hen shall I find a sweet release?
emains there yet a lasting peace,
At calm for my long storm-test breast?
" I AM thy rest."




44                 1 AX.
Oh! I am full of grievous sin,
I can do naught that's right;
O God! how base my soul is in
Thy pure and holy sight I
Thy perfect laws I daily, hourly break,
And will not yield my will for Thy sweet stake.
Still in my soul do burn wicked desires,
And my heart's altar bears unhallowed fires;
I can do naught but all these things confess.
"I AM thy righteousness."
But, Lord, I am so weak, so weak,
I cannot stand before Thy face;
Thy praises I can hardly speak,
IIardly stretch forth my hands for grace;
The way seems long, the burden who can bear
Lord, must I sink beneath the load of care?
Thus is it now; what shall it be at length?
" I AAM thy strength."
Lord, I must die; e'en now the wing
Of Thy dread angel hovereth nigh;
I know the message he doth bring"Soul, thou hast sinned, and thou must die."
All nature feels and owns the just decree;
And is this all that is in store for meAshes to ashes, dust to kindred dust,
No hope, no light?  Surely my spirit must




A LITTLE WEIuI              45
Sink in despair ere nature's last, fierce strife —
"I AM thy life."
Oh  wonderful Thou artl
Too wonderful for me is such great love.
Shining in such a heart
Like sunbeams from above.
How rich am I I yea, all things I possessPeace, joy, life, strength, and perfect righteous*
ness.
Jehovah shows IHimsclf, and gives to me
All my desire. Look, trembling soul I and see
On what a treasury thy want may call" I AM thine all in all."
A LITTLE WHIIILE.
EYOND the smiling and the weeping
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home I
Sweet hope I
Lord, tarry not, but come.




46           At UTTLE W.IILR
Beyond the blooming and the fading
I shall be soon;
Beyond the shining and the shading,
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home!
Sweet hope I
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the rising and the setting
I shall be soon;
Beyond the calming and the fretting,
Beyond remembering and forgetting,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the gathering and the strewing
I shall be soon;
Beyond the ebbing and the flowing,
Beyond the coming and the going,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home 1
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the parting and the meeting
I shall be soon,




fIITDER Ma  NoT             47
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond this pulse's fever beating,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home I
Sweet hope I
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the frost-chain anrid the fever
I shall be soon;
Beyond the rock-waste and the river.
Beyond the ever and the never,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home
Sweet hope I
Lord, tarry not, but come.
HINDER MHE NOT.
lIINDER me not! the path is long and weary,
I may not pause nor tarry by the way;
Night cometh, when no man may journey onward
For we must walk as children of the day.
[ know the city lieth fair behind me,
The very brightest gem that studs the plain
But thick and fast the lurid clouds are rising,
Which soon shall scatter into fiery rain




48           HGINDER  IE NOT.
I must press on until I reach my Zoar,
And there find refuge from the fearful blast:
In Thy cleft side, 0 smitten Saviour! hide me,
Till the calamity be overpast.
Ye cannot tempt me back with pomp or pleasure
All, in my eager grasp, have turned to dust.
The shield of love around my hearth is broken;
IIow shall I place on man's frail life my trust?
But my heart lingers when I pass the dwellings
Where children play about the open door;
And pleasant voices waken up the echoes,
From silent lips of those I see no more.
For through their chambers swept the solemn
warning,
Arise! depart! for this is not your rest;
They folded their pale hands and sought the presenceI only bore the arrow in my breast.
But there is balm in Gilead, and a Healer
Whose sovereign power can cure our every ill
And to the soul, more wildly tempest-tossing
Than ever Galilee, say: " Peace, be still I"
Who, showing His own name thereon engraven,
With bleeding hands will drllaw the dart again,




HITDER HE NOT.             49
And whisper: " Should the true disciple murmur
To taste the cup his Master's lip could drain?"
And then lead on, until we reach the river
Which all must cross, and some must cross
alone;
Oh I ye who in the land of peace are wearied,
How shall ye breast the Jordan's swelling moan?
I know not if the wave shall rage or slumber,
When I shall stand upon the nearer shore;
But one whose form the Son of God resembleth,
Will cross with me, and I shall ask no more.
O weary heads! rest on your Saviour's bosom.
O weary feet I press on the path IIe trod.
O weary souls! your rest shall be remaining,
When ye have gained the city of your God.
O glorious vity I jasper built, and shining
With God's own glory in effulgent light,
Wherein no manner of defilement cometh,
Nor any shadow flung from passing night.
There shall ye pluck fruits from that tree immortal
And be like gods, but find no curse therein.
There shall ye slake your thirst in that full fount.
ain                           [in.
Whose distant streams sufficed to cleanse your




50' I OULNG TO rHfe."
There shall ye find your dead in Christ arisen,
And learn from them to sing the angels' song,
Well may ye echo from earth's waiting prison,
The martyr's cry: "How long, 0 Lord I how
long I"
"I CLING   TO THEE."
OHOLY Saviour, Friend unseen I
Since on Thine arm thou bidst me lean,
Help me, throughout life's varying scene,
By faith I cling to Thee.
Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine:
E'en as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to Thee.
Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here has she found her place of rest,
An exile still, yet not unblessed,
While she can cling to Thee.
What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove
With patient uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to Thee.




RALON., YET fOT ALON."         51
Though faith and hope may long be tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The soul that clings to Thee I
They fear not Satan, nor the grave;
They feel Thee near, and strong to save;
Nor dread to cross e'en Jordan's wave,
Because they cling to Thee.
Blest is my lot-whate'er befall;
What can disturb me —who appall?
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour I I cling to Thee.'"ALONE, YET NOT ALON.E."
WH E HEN no kind earthly friend is near,
VV ~With gentle words my heart to cheer
Still am I with my Saviour dear:
"Alone, yet not alone."
Though no loved forms my path attend,
With tender looks o'er me to bend,
Yet am I with my unseen Friend:
" Alone, yet not alone."
When sorely racked with pain and grief,
Here l can find a sure relief;




2  TtI  S0CHOOL OF SUFFERING.
And I rejoice in the belief:
"Alone, yet not alone."'Tis on I-is strength that I rely,
And doubts and fears at once defy,
So happy, so content am I,
" Alone, yet not alone."
E'en when with friends my lot is cast,
And words of love are flowing fast,
Still am I, when those hours are past,
"Alone, yet not alone."
If all my earthly friends remove,
My fondest wishes empty prove,
Still am I with my Saviour's love
" Alone, yet not alone.
Whate'er may now to me betide,
I have a place wherein to hide
By faith;'tis e'en at His blest side:
"Alone, yet not alone."
THE SCHIOOL OF SUFFERING.
SAVIOUR, beneath Thy yoke
~My wayward heart doth pine;
All unaccustomed to the stroke
Of love divine:




THE SOHOOL OF StUFERING.  53
Thy chastisements, my God, are hard to bear,
Thy cross is heavy for frail flesh to wear.
"Perishing child of clay I
Thy sighing I have heard;
Long have I marked thy evil way,
How thou hast erred I
Yet fear not, by my own most holy name
I will shed healing through thy sin-sick frame.
Praise to Thee, gracious Lord I
I fain would be at rest;
Oh! now fulfil Thy faithful word
And make me blest;
My soul would lay her heavy burden down,
An.d take, with joyfulness, the promised crown.
"Stay, thou short-sighted child I
There is much first to do,
Thy heart, so long by sin defiled,
1 must renew;
Thy will must here be taught to bend to mine,
O)r the sweet peace of heaven can ne'cr be thimie
Yea, Lord, but Thou canst soon
Perfect Thy work in me,
Till, like the pure, calm summer noon
I shine by Thee;




54      THE SCHOOL OF SUFFERING.
A moment shine, that all Thy power may trace,
Then pass in stillness to my heavenly place.
" Ah  coward soul, confess
Thou shrinkest from my cure,
Thou tremblest at the sharp distres
Thou must endure,
The foes on every hand for war arrayed,
The thorny path in tribulation laid;
"The process slow of years,
The discipline of life;
Of outward woes and secret tears,
Sickness and strife;
Thine idols taken from thee one by one,
Till thou canst dare to live with me alone.
" Some gentle souls there are,
Who yield unto my love,
Who, ripening fast beneath my care,
I soon remove;
But thou stiff-necked art, and hard to rule;
Thou must stay longer in affliction's schooL"
My Maker and my King I
Is this Thy love to me?
Oh I that I had the lightning's wing,
From earth to flee;




THoE SCHOOL OP SUFFERING.       55
How can I bear the heavy weight of woes
Thine indignation on the creature throws?
"Thou canst not, 0 my child I
So hear my voice again;
I will bear all thy anguish wild,
Thy grief, thy pain;
My arms shall be around thee, day by day,
My smile shall cheer thee on thy heavenward way.
"In sickness, I will be
Watching beside thy bed,
In sorrow thou shalt lean on me
Thy aching head,
In every struggle thou shalt conqueror prove,
Nor death itself shall sever from my love."
O grace beyond compare!
0 love most high and pure I
Saviour, begin, no longer spare,
I can endure;
Only vouchsafe Thy grace, that I may live
Unto Thy glory who canst so forgive.




56         THE PILGRIM'S WAN1T
TH.E PIL GRIW'S WA.NTS.
I WANT that adorning divine,
Thou, only, my God, canst bestow;
I want in those beautiful garments to shine,
Which distinguish Thy household below.
Col. 3:12-17.
I want, oh I I want to attain
Some likeness, my Saviour, to Thee:
That longed-for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.
1 John 3: 2, 3.
I want to be marked for Thy own;'Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that "new name" on the mystic white
stone,
WNhich only Thyself canst declare.
Rev. 2: 17.
[ want, every moment, to feel
That the Spirit does dwell in my heart;
That His power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.
RoLm 8:11 —16
I want so in Thee to abide,
As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise;




THE PILGar'BS WANTr          57
The branch that Thou prunest, though feeble and
dried,
MIay languish, but never decays.
John 15. 2-5.
I want Thine own hand to unbind
Each tie to terrestrial things,
Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined,
Where my heart too tenaciously clings.
1 John 2:15.
1[ want, by my aspect serene,
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heart and affections are there.
Matt. 6:19-21.
I want, as a traveller, to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
No forethought or anxious contrivance to waste
On my tent, only pitched for a day.
Heb. 13:5, 6.
I want (and this sums up my prayer)
To glorify Thee till I die;
Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,
And breathe out in prayer my last sigh.
PhiL 3: 8, 9,




58               BTEA VE.
BEA VEN.
IO    I heaven is nearer than mortals think,
When they look with a trembling dreal
At the misty future that stretches on,
From the silent home of the dead.'Tis no lone isle on a boundless main,
No brilliant but distant shore,
Where the lovely ones who are called away
Must go to return no more.
No, heaven is near us; the mighty veil
Of mortality blinds the eye,
That we cannot see the angel bands,
On the shores of eternity.
The eye that shuts in a dying hour
Will open the next in bliss;
The welcome will sound in the heavenly world,
Ere the farewell is hushed in this.
We pass from the clasp of mourning friends,
To the arms of the loved and lost,
And those smiling faces will greet us there,
Which on earth we have valued most.
Yet oft in the hours of holy thought,
To the thirsting soul is given




A VOICE FROAM HEA Vel.        59
That power to pierce throiugh the mist of sense,
To the beauteous scenes of heaven.
Then very near seem its pearly gates,
And sweetly its harpings fall;
Ti the soul is restless to soar away,
And longs for the angel's call.
I know when the silver cord is loosed,
WVhen the veil is rent away,
Not long and dark shall the passage be,
To the realms of endless day.
A VOICE FROM HEA V'EN.
SHINE in the light of God,
His image stamps my brow;
Through the shadows of Death my feet have trod,
And I reign in glory now.
No breaking heart is here,
No keen and thrilling pain,
No wasted cheek, where the burning tear
Hath rolled, and left its stain.
I have found the joys of heaven,
I am one of the angel band;
To my head a crown is given,
And a harp is in my hand;




60        A VOICE FR OM HEA VEN.
I have learned the song they sing,
WVhom Jesus hath made free,
And the glorious walls of heaven still ring
WVith my new-born melody.
No sin, no grief, no painSafe in my happy home:
MIy fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
My hour of triumph come;
0 friends of my mortal years I
The trusted and the true,
You're wallking still the vale of tears,
But I wait to welcome you.
Do I forget? Oh! no,
For memory's golden chain
Shall bind my heart to the hearts below
Till they meet and touch again;
Each link is strong and bright,
WVhile love's electric flame
Flows freely down, like a river of light,
To the world from whence I came.
Do you mourn when another star
Shines out from the glorious sky?
Do you weep when the voice of war
And the rage of conflict die?




SUPPLICOz T10.            01
Why then should your tears roll down,
Or your heart be sorely riven,
For another gem in the Saviour's crown,
And another soul in heaven?
SUPPLICATION.
LORD, hear my prayer I
Turn not Thine ear from my distress,
But with Thy loving mercy bless,
Lest I despair
Be gracious, Lord I!
My soul is oft opprest and weak;
Oh I aid me when I comfort seek
In Thy blest word.
My footsteps stray;
I wander often from the road
That leads to peace and Thee my God
Teach Thou the way.
Oh! make me pure,
Clothe Thou my soul in spotless white,
That my acceptance in Thy sight,
Be always sure
Let me be one
Of all the sinless company




62          VENlING  PRA YXR.
That round Thy throne hosannahs sing,
Through Christ Thy Son.
Thy will be done
On earth, as by each holy one,
Thy own redeemed, who near thy throne,
Bow down the knee I        R —N.
EVENING  PRAYER.
FATHIER of mercy I at the close of day,
MIy work and duties done, to Thee I pray
Before I sleep;
With clasp6d hands I humbly bow my head,
And ask Thee, Lord, ere I retire to bed,
My soul to keep.
The sins and failings of the day now past,
The shadows on my soul that they have cast,
Do Thou forgive;
Oh I purge my life from every taint of sin,
That I within Thy courts may enter in,
With Thee to live,
Whatever sorrow I this day have known,
I spread it now, 0 Lord I before Thy throneOh I succor send;
I would beneath Thy chastening hand be still,




THE WA NDERING HEART.          63
And meekly bow before Thy sovereign will,
Unto the end.
And now, with folded hand upon my breast,
At peace with Thee, I lay me down to rest
Upon my bed;
May angels guard me through the darksome night,
From troubled dreams, until the morning light
Its beams shall shed.    R-N.,
THE WANDERING HEAR T.
ALAS! for the wildly wandering heart,
_[L  -And its changing idol guests I
It has roamed away to the world's far ends,
At the vagrant wind's behests.
More fleet in its course than the flying dart.
Alas I for the wandering heart.
Go, bind it with Memory's holiest spells,
But it recks not the things of old;
Go, chain it in Gratitude's surest cells
With fetters more precious than gold:
Yet ever, oh I ever, it will departAlas I for the wandering heart.




64       THE  VWADERlING HEAR T.
Is it gone up to listen at heaven's gate,
To Gabriel's lyre of praise?
And to catch the deep chanting where seraphs
As a lesson for its mortal lays?     [wait
) no I for it loves from such lessons to part.
Alas I for the wandering heart.
It loves on a worthless and treacherous world
To bestow its high desires;
And the lamp which it ought to be lighting in
It kindles at idol fires.          [heaven,
Full seldom it turns to its guiding chartAlas I for the wandering heart.
It needs to be steeped in the briny wave
Of affliction's billowy sea,
And salt tears must water its way to the grave,
Ere it will from these vanities flee.
It must ever be feeling the chastening smartAlas I for the wandering heart.
My Father I my Father I this heart would be thine
Restore from its wanderings;
Oh! visit and nourish thy wilderness vine,
Though it be from the bitter springs:
Till the years of its pruning in time shall be o'er,
And its shoots in eternity wander no more I




"RETURN TITHEg  TO THY REST."    65
"RETURN TIIEE TO THY REST."
I)ETURN, return thee to thine cnly rest,
Lone pilgrim of the world!
Far erring fiom the fold —
Bly the dark night and risen storms distressed:
IMist, weary lamb, the Shepherd's anxious voice,
And once again within HIis arms rejoice.
Return, return, thy fair white fleece is soiled
And by sharp briers rentThy little strength is spent;
Yet HIe will pity thee, thou torn and spoiled.
There, thou art cradled on IHis tender breast;
Now never more, sweet lamb, forsake that rest.
Return, return, my soul; be like this lamb;
Yet can it, can it be
That thou should'st pardon me,
lThou injured love! all ingrate as I am;
Once again, weary of earth's trifling things,
False as the desert's far and shining springs?
Return, return to thy forsaken Friend,
So long despised, forgotThat now, thou wandering heart,'twcre just
If Tle should "know thee not;"




~88             NE"AR  JESUS.
Yet on, press on, towards the mercy-seat,
And if thou perish, perish at His feet.
Return, return, for He is near thece dwelling,
And not into the air
Need rise the sighs of prayer;
Into His ear thou'rt all thy sorrows telling,
Thou need'st not speak to Him through spaces wide,
For He is near thee, even at thy side.
"; Him have I pierced "-oh! I come, I come;
My heart is broken, Lord,
It needs nor voice nor word;
One only look brought Peter back of yore;
HIow bitterly I weep as then he wept I
Ilenceforth, ohl keep me, and I shall be kept.
NEAR  JESUS.
I WANT to live near Jesus,
And never go astray,
To feel that I am growing
More like Iim every day;
That I am always laying
My treasure up above,
And gaining more the spirit
Of His gentleness and love.




HEAR JTEUS US
I want such steadfast purpose
My mission to fulfil,
That it may be my meat and drink,
To do my Father's will,
To follow in His footsteps,
Who never turned aside
From the path that leads to heaven,
Though often sorely tried.
Oh I that in His humility
iMy spirit may be clad!
That I may have the patience
My suffering Saviour had,
A heart more disengaged
From earth and earthly things,
Which through life's varied trials
To Jesus simply clings.
Oh I I shall live near Jesus,
And never go astray,
And every sin-defiling stain
Shall soon be washed away;
And I'll bear my Master's image
When I see Him face to face,
Then earth shall lose the power
Its brightness to deface.




68         WHO IS MY BBOTHER P
UrIHO IS lMY BROThIIER?
UST I my brother keep,
And share his pains and toil1
And weep with those that weep,
And smile with those that smile;
And act to each a brother's part,
And feel his sorrows in my heart?
Must I his burden bear
As though it were my own,
And do as I would care
Should to myself be done;
And faithful to his interests prove,
And as myself my neighbor leave?
Must I reprove his sin,
Must I partake his grief,,
And kindly enter in
And minister reliefThe naked clothe, the hungry feed,
And love him, not in word, but deed?
Then, Jesus, at Thy feet
A student let me be,
And learn, as it is meet,
My duty, Lord, of Thee;
For Thou didst come on mercy's plan,
Anlld all Thy life was love to iman.




P'ILCGR. I OF EARTH.         69
Oh! make me as Thou art,
Thy Spirit, Lord, bestowThe kind and gentle heart,
That feels another's woe;
That thus I may be like my Head,
And in my Saviour's footsteps tread.
PILGRIMf OF EARTH.
DILGRIM of earth, who art journeying:e
heaven!
Heir of Eternal Life! child of the day I
Cared for, watched over, beloved and forgiven —
Art thou discouraged because of the way?
Cared for, watched over, though often Thou seemedt
Justly forsaken, nor counted a child;
Loved and forgiven, though rightly Thou deemest
Thyself all unlovely, impure, and defiled.
Weary and thirsty-no water-brook near thee,
Press on, nor faint at the length of the way;'11he God of thy life will assuredly hear theeIIc will provide thee strength for the day.
Break through the brambles and briers that obstruct thee,
Dread not the gloom and the blackness of night




'70         PILGRIM OF EARTH.
Lean on the hand that will safely conduct thee,
Trust to Hiis eye to whom darkness is light.
Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee,
Only one thing do thou ask of the LordGrace to go forward wherever He guide thee,
Simply believing the truth of HIis word.
Still on thy spirit deep anguish is pressing,
Not for the yoke that His wisdom bestows:
A heavier burden thy soul is distressing,
A' heart that is slow in IIis love to repose.
Earthliness, coldness, unthankful behaviorAh I thou mayest sorrow, but do not despair
Even this grief thou mayest bring to thy Saviour
Cast upon Him e'en this burden and care I
Bring all thy hardness —His power can subdueit;
How full is the promise I The blessing how free
Whatsoever ye ask, in my name, I will do it.
Abide in my love, and be joyful in me."




A LITTLE WHILE.              71
" WHA T IS THIIS TIIA T TIE SAI TH: A L T.
TLE WHILEZ"
JOHN 16: 18.
O1II! for the peace which floweth as a river,
lMaking Life's desert-placesbloom and smile.
Oh! for a faith to grasp heaven's bright " for ever,"
Amid the shadows of Earth's "little while."
"A little while " for patient vigil-keeping,
To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong;
"A little while " to sow the seed with weeping,
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-sn g
"A little while" to wear the robe of sadness,
To toil with weary step through erring ways;
Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness,
And clasp the girdle of the robe of praise.
"A little while"'mid shadow and illusion
To strive by faith Love's mysteries to spell;
Then read each dark enigma's clear solution,
Then hail Light's verdict —' He doth all thing
well."
" A little while " the earthen pitcher taking
T''o wayside brooks from far-off fountains fed;
Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking
Beside the fiulness of the Fountain Ileaa.




712               If HE~A rEY.
"A little while" to keep the oil from failing;
" A little while " Faith's flickerino lamp to trim
And then, the Bridegroom's coming footstep hailing,
To haste to meet Iim with the bridal hymn.
And lie who is at once both Gift and Giver,
The future Glory, and the present smile,
With the bright promise of the glad " for ever,"
Will light the shadows of the " little while."
IN fIEA VEN.
"Their angels do always behold the face of my Fathcr:"
S ILENCE filled the courts of heaven,
H lushed were seraphs' harp and tone,
When a little new-born seraph
Knelt before the Eternal Throne;
While its soft white hands were lifted,
Clasped, as if in earnest prayer,
And its voice, in dove-like murmurs,
Rose like music on the ear.
Light from the full fount of Glory
On his robes of whiteness glistened,
And the bright-winged seraphs near IIim
Bowed their radiant heads and listener




1IX HEAVEN.               73:' Lord, from Thy Throne of Glory here,
My heart turns fondly to another;
0 Lord! our God, the Comforter,
Comfort, comfort, my sweet 3lother I
Alany sorrows hast Thou sent her,
Meekly has she drained the cup;
And the jewels Thou hast lent her
Unrepining yielded up.
Comfort, comfort, my sweet lfothc-r
"Earth is growing lonely round her;
Friend and lover last Thou taken;
Let her not, though woes surround her
Feel herself by Thee forsaken.
Let her think, when faint and weary,
We are waiting for her here:
Let each loss that makes earth dreary
Make the hope of heaven more dear.
Comfort, comfort, my sweet 2Mother
"Thou, who once in nature human,
Dwelt on eartch a little child,
Pillowed on the breast of Woman,
Blessed Mary! undefiled.
Thou who, from the cross of suffering,
Marked Thy Mother's tearful face,
And bequeathed her to Thy loved oue,
Bidding him to fill Thy place:
Comfort. comfort. my sweet AJ1olhei I




74     L N          I  HEA'7yN.
" Thou who once, from heaven descending,
Tears and woes and conflicts won:
Thou who, nature's laws suspending,
Gav'st the widow back he- son:
Thou who, at the grave of Lazarus
Wept with those who wept their dead:
Thou I who once in mortal anguish
Bowed Thine own anointed head,
Comfort, comfort, my sweet Motker I"
The dove-like murmurs died away
Upon the radiant air,
But still the little suppliant knelt
With hands still clasped in prayer;
Still were those mildly-pleading eyes
Turned to the sapphire throne,
Till golden harp and angel voice
Rang forth in mingled tone;
And as the swelling numbers flowed,
By angel voices given,
Rich, sweet, and clear, the anthem rolled
Through all the courts of heaven.
i"Ie is the widow's God," it said,
EWho spared not " IIis own Son,"
The infant cherub bowed his head"' 1'hy will, 0 Lord  be done."




"IT IX I; BfE NOT AFRAID."         75
"IT IS I; BE  NOT AFRAID.'
MATT. 14: 87.
T    OSSE  with rough winds, and faint witht
fear,
Above the tempest, soft and clear,
What still small accents greet mine car'Tis I; be not afraid.
"'Tis I, who led thy steps aright;'Tis I, who gave thy blind eyes sight;'Tis I, thy Lord, thy Life, thy Light.'Tis I; be not afraid.'These raging winds, this surging sea,
Bear not a breath of wrath to thee;
That storm has all been spent on me.'Tis I; be not afraid.
"This bitter cup fear not to drink;
I know it well-oh! do not shrink;
I tasted it o'er Kedron's brink.'Tis I; be not afraid.
"Mine eyes are watching by thy bed,
Mine arms are underneath thy head,
My blessing is around thee shed.'Tis I; be not afraid.




'76         iATURE ANTD FAITH.
"WMhen on the other side thy feel
Shall rest'mid thousand welcomes sweet,
One well-known voice thy heart shall greet'Tis I; be not afraid."
"From out the dazzling majesty,
Gently IIe'll lay His hand on thee,
Whispering: "Beloved, lov'st thou me?'Twas not in vain I died for thee.'Tis I; be not afraid."
NATURE AND FAITII
2 CoR. 4: 17, 18.`W    E wept —'twas Nature wept, but Faith
Can pierce beyond the gloom of deathl
And in yon world, so fair and bright,
Behold thee in refulgent light!
We miss thee here, yet Faith would rather
Know thou art with thy heavenly Father.
N.ature sees the body deadFaith beholds the spirit fled;
Nature stops at Jordan's tideIFaith beholds the other side;
Tilat but hears farewell and sighs,
This, thy welcome in the skies;




NATURE AND FAIT'I77
Nature mourns a cruel blowFaith assures It is not so;
Nature never sees thee more —
Faith but sees thee gone before;
Nature tells a dismal storyFaith has visions full of glory;
Nature views the change with sadncssFaith contemplates it with gladness;
Nature murmurs —Faith gives meeknesw,
"Strength is perfected in weakness;"
Nature writhes, and hates the rodFaith looks up and blesses God;
Sense looks downwards -Faith above;
Tlat sees harshness-this sees love.
Oh I let Faith victorious beLet it reign triumphantly!
But thou art gone I not lost, but flown I
Shall I then ask thee back, my own,
Back-and leave thy spirit's brightness?
Back —and leave thy robes of whiteness?
Back-and leave thine angel mould?
Back-and leave those streets of gold?
Back-and leave the Lamb who feeds thee c
Back-fiom founts to which IIe leads thee?
Back-and leave thy heavenly Father?
Back-to earth and sin?-Nay; rather




78               MYP LAMJBS&
Would I live in solitude!
I would not ask thee if I could;
But patient wait the high decree,
That calls my spirit home to thee I
MY LA MBS.
LOVED them so,
That when the Elder Shepherd of the fold
Came, covered with the storm, and pale and cold,
And begged for one of my sweet lambs to hold,
I bade him go.
lIe claimed the petA little fondling thing, that to my breast
Clung always, either in quiet or unrestI thought of all my lambs I loved him best,
And yet-and yetI laid him down
In those white, shrouded arms, with bitter tears;
For some voice told me that, in after-years,
lie should know naught of passion, grief, or fears,
As I had known.
And yet again
That Elder Shepherd came. Ay heart grew faint.




MY LAMIBS.                79
He claimed another lamb, with sadder plaints
Another I She who, gentle as a saint,
Nle'er gave me pain.
Aghast I turned away I
There sat she, lovely as an angel's dream,
Iter golden locks with sunlight all agleam,
lIer holy eyes with heaven in their beam.
I knelt to pray.
" Is it Thy will?
My Father, say, must this pet lamb be given?
Oh I Thou hast many such, dear Lord, in heaven."
And a soft voice said: " Nobly hast thou striven
But —peace, be still."
Oh! how I wept,
And clasped her to my bosom, with a wild
And yearning love-my lamb, my pleasant chill
Her, too, I gave. The little angel smiled,
And slept.
"Go! go!" I cried:
For once again that Shepherd laid IIis hand
Upon the noblest of our household band.
Like a pale spectre, there Ile took IIis stand,
Close to his side.
And yet how wondrhous sweet
The look with which he heard my passionate cry




80               M1Y LAMBS.
"Touch not my lamb; for him, oh! let me die I"
"A little while," HIe said, with smile and sigh,
"Again to meet."
HIopeless I fell;
And when I rose, the light had burned so low,
So faint, I gould not see my darling go:
IIe had not bidden me farewell, but oh I
I felt farewell
SMore deeply, far,
Than if my arms had compassed that slight frame:
Though could I but have heard him call my name"Dear mother!" —but in heaven'twill be the same;
There burns my star!
Ile will not take
Another lamb, I thought, for only one
Of the dear fold is spared, to be my sun,
My guide; my mourner when this life is done:
hIy heart would break.
Oh! with what thrill
I heard Him enter; but I dicd not know
(For it was dark) that Hie had, robbed me so.
The idol of my soul-he could not goO heart! be still!
Came morning. Can I tell
How this poor frame its sorrowful tenant kept?




MY LAMBS.                 61
For waking tears were mine; I, sleeping, wept,
And days, months, years, that weary vigil kept.
Alas! " Farewell."
IIow often it is said!
I sit and think, and wonder too, sometime,
flow it will seem, when, in that happier clime,
It never will ring out like funeral chime
Over the dead.
No tears! no tears!
Will there a day come that I shall not weep?
For I bedew my pillow in my sleep.
Yes, yes; thank God! no grief that clime shall
keep,
No weary years.
Ay! it is well:
Well with my lambs, and with their earthly guido
There, pleasant rivers wander they beside,
Or strike sweet harps upon its silver tideAy! it is well.
Through the dreary day,
They often come from glorious light to me;
[ cannot feel their touch, their faces see,
Yet my soul whispers, they do come to mo
Heaven is not far away.




82              TlE aelLL.
THE CALL.
TIIE  night was dark; behold, the shade was
deeper
In the old garden of Gethsemane,
When that calm voice awoke the weary sleeper:
"Could'st thou not watch one hour alone with
me?"
0 thou! so weary of thy self-denials,
And so impatient of thy little cross,
Is it so hard to bear thy daily trials,
To count all earthly things a gainful loss?
What if thou alwlays suffer tribulation,
And if thy Christian warfare never cease
The gaining of the quiet habitation
Shall gather thee. to everlasting peace.
But here we all must suffer, walking lonely
The path that Jesus once Himself hath gone:
Watch thou in patience, through the dark hour
onlyThis one dark hour-before the eternal dawn.
The captive's oar maay pause upon the galley,
The soldier sleep beneath his plum6d crest,
And Peace may fold her wings o'er hill and valley 
But thou, 0 Christian! must not take thy rest.




THE CALL                83
Thou must walk on, however man upbraid thee,
With Him who trod the wine-press all alone;
Thou wilt not find one human hand to aid thee,
One humar soul to comprehend thine own.
[Ieed not the images for ever thronging
From out the foregone life thou liv'st no moro
Faint-hearted mariner! still art thou longing
For the dim line of the receding shore?
Wilt thou find rest of soul in fhy returning
To that old path thou hast so vainly trod?
Ilast thou forgotten all thy weary yearning
To walk among the children of thy God:
Faithful and steadfast in their consecration,
Living by that high faith to thee so dim,
Declaring before God their dedication,
So far from thee because so near to HIim?
Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription,
" Behold, we count them happy which endure"?
What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,
Repass the stormy water to secure?
And wilt thou yield thy sure and glorious promise
For the poor, fleeting joys earth can afford?
No hand can take away the treasure from us,
That rests within the keeping of the Lord.




84               TEiE CASL.
Poor, wandering soul! I know that thou art seeking
Some easier way, as all have sought before,
To silence the reproachful inward speakingSome landward path unto an island shore.
The cross is heavy in thy human measure,
The way too narrow for thine inward pride;
Thou canst not lay thine intellectual treasure
At the low footstool of the Crucified.
Oh I that my faithless soul, one great hour only,
Would comprehend the Christian's perfect life
Despised with Jesus, sorrowful and lonely,
Yet calmly looking upward in its strife!
For poverty and self-renunciation,
The Father yielded back a thousand-foldl;
In the calm stillness of regeneration,
Cometh a joy we never knew of old.
In meek obedience to the heavenly Teacher,
Thy weary soul can find its only peace;
Seeking no aid from any human creatureLooking to God alone for his release.
And He will come in His own time andspower
To set IIis earnest-hearted children free:
\Vatch only through this dark and painful hour,
And the bright morning yet will break for thee.




GOD'S ANVIL.              85
GOD'S ANVII.
-[AIN'S furnace-heat within me quivers,
God's breath upon the fire doth blow,
And all my heart in anguish shivers,
And trembles at the fiery glow;
And yet I whisper, "As God will I"
And in His hottest fire hold still.
lie comes, and lays my heart, all heated,
On the bare anvil, minded so
Into IIis own fair shape to beat it,.
With His great hammer, blow on blow;
And yet I whisper, "As God will!"
And at IIis heaviest blows hold still.
IIe takes my softened heart, and beats it.
The sparks fly off at every blow.
Ile turns it o'er and o'er, and heats it,
And lets it cool, and makes it glow:
And yet I whisper, "As God will I"
And in His mighty hand hold still.
Why should I murmur? for the sorrow
Thus only longer-lved would be;
Its end may come, and will, to-morrow,
When God has done HIis work in mo




86        THE CROSS AND CR OWN.
So I say trusting, "As God will!"
And, trusting to the end, hold still.
He kindles, for my profit purely,
Afiliction's glowing, fiery brand;
And all His heaviest blows are surelj
Inflicted by a master-hand;
So I say, praying, "As God will! n
And hope in IIim, and suffer still.
THIE  CROSS AND  CROW VN.
M    UST Jesus bear the cross alone;
And all the world go free?
No; there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.
HIow happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here,
But now they taste unmingled love
And joy without a tear.
The consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home, my crown to wear,
For tberc's a crow n for me.




EVEN HE. 8'
Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And IIis dear name repeat;
And psalms shall wave, and harps shall ring,
Beneath heaven's arches high;
The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die.
EVEN  lIE.
LORD! I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering, full and free;
Showers the thirsty soul refreshingLet some droppings fall on me,
Even me.
Pass me not, 0 gracious Father!
Lost and sinful though I be;
Thou mightst curse me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me,
Even me.
Pass me not, 0 tender Saviour I
Let me love and cling to Thee;




88               E EN ME.
Fain i'm longing for Thy favor;
WThen Thou callest, call for me,
Even mlo,
Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit!
Thou canst makbe the blind to see;
Testify of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of peace to me,
Even me.
Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighlting, grieving Thee?
HIas the world my heart been keeping
Oh! forgive and rescue me,
Even me.
Love of God! so pure and changeless;
Love of Christ! so rich and free;
Grace of God! so strong and boundless
Magnify it all in me,
Even me.
Pass me not, almighty Spirit!
Draw this lifeless heart to Thee;
Impute to me the Saviour's merits;
Blessing others, oh! bless me,
Even me,




T=E  PEACE OF GOD.            89
o  MY SA VIOU,' CRUCIFIED.
O MY Saviour, crucified I
Near Thy cross may I abide;
There to gaze, with steadfast eye,
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus, bruised and put to shame,
Tells me all the Father's name;
God is love, I surely know,
By my Saviour's depths of woo I
In Ilis sinless soul's distress,
I behold nay guiltiness;
Oh! how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great.
Dwelling on Mount Calvary,
Contrite shall my spirit be;
Rest and holiness shall find,
Fashioned like my Saviour's mind.
THIE PEA CE  OF G OD.'W   E ask for peace, 0 Lord I
Thy children ask Thy peace
Not what the world calls rest,
That toil and care should ceaso.




90         THE.PEAOE OF GOD.
That through bright sunny hours,
Calm life should fleet awvay,
And tranquil night should fade
In smiling day.
It is not for such peace that we would pray.
We ask for peace, 0 Lord!
Yet not to stand secure,
Girt round with iron pride,
Contented to endure;
Crushing the gentle strings
That human hearts should know;
Untouched by others' joys,
Or others' woe.
Thou, 0 dear Lord! wilt never teach us so.
We ask Thy peace, 0 Lord!
Through storm and fear and strife,
To light and guide us on
Through a long, struggling life;
While no success or gain
Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve what the world calls
Our wasted might;
Yet pressing through the darkness to the light
It is Thine own, 0 Lord I
Who foil while otllers sleep;




PExA C.                91
Who sow, with living care,
What other hands shall reap;
They lean on Thee, entranced
In cahn and perfect rest;
Give us that peace, 0 Lord I
Divine and blest,
Thou keepest for those hearts that love Thee
[best.
PEA CE.
IFE'S mystery-deep, restless as the oceanIlath surged and wailed for ages to and
fro;
Earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion,
As in and out its hollow moanings flow.
Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea,
Let my soul calm itself, 0 God! in Thee.
Life's sorrows, with inexorable power,
Sweep desolation o'er this mortal plain;
And human loves and hopes fly as the chaff
Borne by the whirlwind from the ripened grai,
Oh! when before that blast my hopes all flee,
Let my soul calm itself, 0 Christ! in Thee.
Between the mysteries of death and life
Thou standest, loving, guiding, not explaining:




92      PPA oE.
We ask, and thou art silent; yet we gaze,
And our charmed hearts forget their drear cormplaining.
NE crushing fate, no stony destiny,
Thou " Lamb that hath been slain I" we rest in
Thee.
The many waves of thought, the mighty tides,
The ground-swell that rolls up from other lands,
From far-off worlds, from dim, eternal shores,
Whose echo dashes o'er life's wave-worn strands;
This vague, dark tunult of the inner sea
Grows calim, grows bright, O risen Lord! in Thee,
Thy pierc6d hand guides the mysterious wheels,
Thy thorn-crowned brow now wears the crown
of power;
And when the dark enigma presseth sore,
Thy patient voice saith: " Watch with me one
hour."
As sinks the moaning river in the sea,
In silent peace, so sinks my soul in Thee.




PRA YER FOR STRENGTI.          93
PRA YER FOR STRENIGTII.
FATIIER I before thy footstool kneeling,
Once more my heart goes up to Thee;
For aid, for strength, to Thee appealing,
Thou who alone canst succor me.
Hear me! for heart and flesh are failingMy spirit yielding in the strife;
And anguish, wild as unavailing,
Sweeps in a flood across my life.
Help me to stem the tide of sorrow;
Help me to bear Thy chastening rod;
Give me endurance; let me borrow
Strength from thy promise, 0 my Xod I
Not mine the grief which words ma3 lighten;
Not mine the tears of common woe:
The pang with which my heart-strings tighten,
Only the All-seeing One may know.
And I am weak; my feeble spirit
Shrinks from life's task in wild dismay:
Yet not that Thou that task wouldst spare it,
My Father, (ldo I dare to pray.
Into my soul Thy might irfusing,
Strengthening my spirit by Thine own,




94        PRAYER FOR STRENEGTH.
Help me-all other aid refusingTo cling to Thee, and Thee alone.
And oh! in my exceeding weakness,
Make Thy strength perfect: Thou art strong I
Aid me to do Thy will with meekness,
Thou, to whom all my powers belong.
Saviour I our human form once wearing,
Help, by the memory of that day, v.
When, painfully Thy dark cross bearing,
E'en for a time Thy strength gave way.
Beneath a lighter burden sinking,
Jesus, I cast myself on Thee;
Forgive, forgive this useless shrinking
From trials that I know must be.
Oh I let me feel that Thou art near me,
Close to Thy side I shall not fear.
[lear me, 0 Strength of Israel I hear me;
Sustain and aid I in mercy, hear I




ONWARD.               95
ON WA RD.
TRAVELER, faint not on the road,
Droop not in the parching sun;
Onward, onward with thy load,
Till the night be won.
Swerve not, though thy bleeding feet
Fain the narrow path would leave;
From the burden and the heat,
Thou shalt rest at eve.
Midst a world that round thee fades,
Brightening stars and twilight life;
When a sacred calm pervades
All that now is strife;
Rich the joy to be revealed
In that hour from labor free,
Bright the splendors that shall yield
Happiness to thee.
Master of a holy charm,
Yet be patient on thy way;
Use the spell, and check the harm
That would lead astray.
From the petty cares that teem,
Turn thee, with prophetic eye,
To the glory of that dream
Which shall never dic.




96  GRIEF WAS SEKT TIEJf FOR THY GOOD.
By the mystery of thy trust;
By the grandeur of that hour
When mortality and dust
Clothed eternal power;
By the purple robe of shame,
The mockery, and the insulting red
By the anguish that o'ercame
The incarnate God:
Faint not! fail not I be thou strong,
Cast away distrust and fear;
Though the weary day seems long,
Yet the night is near.
Friends and kindred wait beyondThey who passed the trial pure:
Traveler, by that holy bond,
Shrink not to endure.
GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD
SOME there are who seem exempted
From the doom incurred by all:
Are they not more sorely tempted?
Are they not the first to fall?
As a mother's firm denial
Checks her infant's wayward mood,
Wisdom lurks in every trialGrief was sent thee for thy good.




SCENES " ON JORDAN-S STRAND."   97
In the scenes of former pleasure,
Present anguish hast thou felt;
O'er thy fond heart's dearest treasure,
As a mourner, hast thcu knelt;
In thy hour of deep affliction,
Let no impious thoughts intrude:
Meekly bow, with this convictionGrief was sent thee for thy good.
SCENES " O  JORDAN'S STRAN7D."
1HtIIERE came a little child, with sunny hair,
All fearless to the brink of Death's dark
river,
And with a sweet confiding in the care
Of Him who is of life the Joy and Giver;
And, as upon the waves she left our sight,
We heard her say: "IMy Saviour makes them
bright."
Next came a youth, with bearing most serene,
Nor turned a single backward look of sadness
But, as he left each gay and flowery scenle,
Smiling declared: "My soul is thrilled with
gladness I




98    SCENES " OY JORDAN'S STRAND.'
Vhat earth deems bright, for ever I resign
Joyful but this to know, that Christ is mine."
An aged mourner, trembling, tottered by,
And paused a moment by the swelling river
Then glided on beneath the shadowy sky,
Singing: " Christ Jesus is my strength for ever
Upon His arm my feeble soul I lean.
My glance meets His, without a cloud between."
And scarce her last triumphant note had died,
Ere hastened on a man of wealth and learning
Who cast at once his bright renown aside,
These only words unto his friends returning
" Christ for my Wisdom thankfully I own,
And as'a little child' I seek His throne."
Then saw I this: that, whether guileless child,
Or youth, or age, or genius, won salvation,
Each self-renouncing came; on each God smiled
Each found the love of Christ rich compensation
For loss of friends, earth's pleasures, and renown 
Each entered heaven, and " by His side sat down."




T7DRE 1S LIGHT BEYOND.         99
THERE IS LIGHT BEYOND.
I3 EYOND the stars that shine in golden glory,
Beyond the calm sweet moon,
Up the bright ladder saints have trod before thee,
Soul! thou shalt venture soon.
Secure with Hiim who sees thy heart-sick yearning,
Safe in His arms of love,
Thou shalt exchange the midnight for the morning,
And thy fair home above.
Oh! it is sweet to watch the world's night wearing
The Sabbath morn come on,
And sweet it were the vineyard labor sharingSweeter the labor done.
All finished! all the conflict and the sorrow,
Earth's dream of anguish o'er;
Deathless there dawns for thee a nightless morrow
On Eden's blissful shore.
Patience! then, patience! soon the pang of dying
Shall all forgotten be,
And thou, through rolling spheres rejoicing, flying
Beyond the waveless sea,




100       THERE IS LIGHT BEYO-VD.
Shalt know hereafter where thy Lord doth lead
thee,
His darkest dealings trace
And by those fountains where His love will feed
thee,
Behold Him face to face.
Then bow thine head, and God shall give thee
meekness,
Bravely to do His will;
So shall arise Iis glory in thy weaknessO struggling soul! be still.
Dark clouds are His pavilion shining o'er thee,
Thine heart must recognize
The veiled Shechinah moving on before thee,
Too bright to meet thine eyes.
Behold the wheel that straightly moves, and fleetly
Performs the Sovereign Word;
Thou know'st HIis suffering love! then suffering
meekly,
Follow thy loving Lord!
Watch on the tower, and listen by the gateway,
Nor weep to wait alone;
Take tbou thy spices, and some angel straightway
Shall roll away the stone.




"TiaY WILL BE DONE."        101
Then shalt thou tell thy living Lord hath risen,
And risen but to save;
Tell of the might that breaks the Captive's prison,
And life beyond the grave I
Tell how He met thee, all His radiance shrouded;
How in thy sorrow came
Ilis pitying voice breathing, when faith was
clouded,
Thine own familiar name.
So at the grave's dark portal thou may'st linger,
And hymn some happy strain;
The passing world may mock the feeble singerHeed not, but sing again.
Thus wait, thus watch, till He the last link sever,
And changeless rest be won;
Then in His glory thou shalt bask for ever,
Fear not the clouds-PRESS ON I
"TiY WILL BE DONE7"
OUR little words, no moreEasy to say;
But thoughts that went before,
Can words convey?




102        " THY WILL BE DONE."
The struggle, only known
To one proud soul,
And Him whose eye alone
Has marked the whole,
Before that stubborn will
At length was broke,
And a low " Peace, be still I"
One soft Voice spoke;
The pang, when that sad heart
Its dreams resigned,
And strength was found, to part
Those bonds long twined,
To yield that treasure up,
So fondly clasped,
To drain that bitter cup,
So sadly grasped I
But all is calm at last,
" Thy will be done I"
Enough, the storm is past,
The field is won.
Now for the peaceful breast,
The quiet sleep;
For soul and spirit rest,
Tranquil and deep.




THEY SHALL BE 3       llJXE   103
Rest, whose full bliss and power
They only know,
Who knew the bitter hour
Of restless woe.
The rebel will subduedThe fond heart free-' Thy will be done!" —all good
That comes from Thee.
All weary thought and care,
Lord, we resign;
Ours is to do, to bear,
To choose is thine.
Four little words, no moreEasy to say;
But what was felt before,
Can words convey?
THEY SIIALL BE  M[INE 
" fTHIIEY shall be mine 1" Oh I lay tlher
down to slumber,
Calm in the strong assurance that lie gives;
He calls them by their names, Ile knows their
number,
Anad they shall live as surely as He lives.




104        TnEY SHALL BE Z   INEI
"They shall be mine!" upraised firom earthly
pillows,
Gathered from  desert sand, from  mountains
coldCalled from the graves beneath old ocean's billows,
Called from each distant land, each scattered
fold.
Well might the soul, that wondrous spark of
being,
Lit by IIis breath who claims it for His own,
Shine in the circle which His love foreseeing,
Destined to glitter brightest by His throne.
But shall the dust from earthly dust first taken
And now long mingled with its native earth,
To life, to beauty, once again awaken,
Thrill with the rapture of a second birth?
"They shall be mine!" they, as on earth we knew
themThe lips we kissed, the hands we loved to pressOnly a fuller life be circling through them,
Unfading youth, unchanging holiness.
"They shall be mine!" children of sin and sorrow
Giv'st Thou, 0 Lord I heaven's almost verge to
them?




LEA VE ME NOT NOW.          105
No froim each rifled grave Thy crown shall
borrow
An added light-a prized and costly gem.
They shall be mine I" Thought fails and feeling
falters,
Striving to sound and fathom love divine;
All that we know-no time Thy promise altersAll that we trust, our loved ones shall be Thine.
LEAVE 3AE  NOT NO IF,
LEAVE me not now, while still the shade is
creeping
O'er the sad heart that longs to rest in Thee;
Hear my complaint, and while my soul is weeping,
Breathe Thou the holy dew of sympathy.
Leave me not now, Thou Saviour of compassion,
While yet the busy tempter lurketh near;
Lord, by Thine anguish and Thy wond'rous passion,
Do I entreat Thee now to linger here.
Jesus, Thou soul of love, Thou heart of feeling,
Let me repose the weary night away
Safe on Thy bosom, all my woes revealing,
Secure from danger, till the dawn of day.




1 06         FAITI S REPOSE.
Then leave me not, 0 Comforter and Father,
Parent of love! I live but in Thy sight 
(Good Shepherd, to Thy fold the wand'rer gather,
There to adore Thee, morning, noon, and night
FAITTH'S REPOSE.
F ATtIER, beneath Thy sheltering wing
In sweet security we rest,
And fear no evil earth can bring,
In life, in death, supremely blest.
For life is good, whose tidal flow
The motions of Thy will obeys;
And death is good, that makes us know
The Love Divine that all things sways.
And good it is to bear the cross,
Andt so Thy perfect peace to win;
And naught is ill, nor brings us loss,
Nor works us harm, save only sin.
itedeetned from this, we ask no more,
But trust the love that saves to guideThe grace that yields so rich a store,
Will grant us all we need beside.




TE1E DE1EC'TABLEg MO U.rTAIN&    107
THE DELECTABLE MO UNTA IrS.
I  SEE them far away,
In their calm beauty, on the evening skies,
Across the golden west their summits rise,
Bright with the radiance of departing day.
And often, ere the sunset light was gone,
Gazing and longing, I have hastened on,
As with new strength, all weariness and pain
Forgotten in the hope those blissful heights to gain.
Heaven lies not far beyond,
But these are hills of earth, our changeful air
Circles around them, and the dwellers there
Still own mortality's mysterious bond.
The ceaseless contact, the continued strife,
Of sin and grace, which can but close with life,
is not yet ended, and the Jordan's roar
Still sounds between their path and the Celestial
shore.
But there, the pilgrims say,
On these calm heights, the tumult and the noise
Of all our busy cares and restless joys
Has almost in the distance died away;
All the past journey " a right way " appears,
Thoughts of the future wake no faithless fears,




108      TiE DELEOTABLE MO UNTAIA'S.
And through the clouds, to their rejoicing eyes,
The city's golden streets and pearly gates arise.
Courage, poor fainting heart!
These happy ones in the far distance seen
Were sinful wanderers once, as thou hast been,
Weary and sorrowful, as now thou art.
Linger no longer on the lonely plain,
Press boldly onward, and thou too shalt gain
Their vantage-ground, and then, with vigor new,
All thy remaining race and pilgrimage pursue.
Ah! far too faint, too poor
Are all our views and aims-we only stand
Within the borders of the promised land,
Its precious things we seek not to secure;
And thus our hands hang down, and oft unstrung
Our harps are left the willow-trees among,
Lord, lead us forward, upward, till we know
How much of heavenly bliss may be enjoyed below.
"And then, said they, we will, If the day be clear, show you
the Delectable Mountains..... So he looked, and behold, at a
great distance he saw a most pleasant mountainous country,.... very delectable to behold,.    and it is as comm(n, said
they, as this hill is, to and for all the pilgrims. An J when thou
comest there, from thence thou mayest see to the gate of the
Celestial City." —Bunyan.




THUE ANCIOR WITHIN THE VFEL,   109
THE ANCIIOR WiTHIN THE VEIL.
A    MID the shadows and the fears
That overcloud this home of tears,
Amid my poverty and sin,
The tempest and the war within,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God!
Drifting across a sunless sea,
Cold, heavy mist, encurtaining me;
Toiling along life's broken road,
With snares around, and foes abroad,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God
Mine is a day of fear and strife,
A needy soul, a needy life,
A needy world, a needy age;
Yet, in my perilous pilgrimage,
I cast my soul on Thee,
lighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God I




110    THE AHCJIOR WITIN' THE VEIL.
To Thee I come-ah! only Thou
Canst wipe the sweat from off this brow
Thou, only Thou, canst make me whole,
And soothe the fever of my soul;
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mlighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God I
On Thee I rest —Thy love and grace
Are my sole rock and resting-place;
In Thee my thirst and hunger sore,
Lord, let me quench for evermore.
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God I'Tis earth, not heaven;'tis night, not noon
The sorrowless is coming soon;
But, till the morn of love appears,
Which ends the travail and the tears,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save e'en me,
Jesus, Thou Son of God I!




GOD'S War Y111
GCOD'S WA YS.
{ _OWv few who from their youthful day
Look on to what their life may be,
Painting the visions of the way
In colors soft, and bright, and free;
HIow few who to such paths have brought
The hopes and dreams of early thought I
For God, through ways they have not known,
Will lead His own.
The eager hearts, the souls of fire
Who pant to toil for God and man,
And view with eyes of keen desire
The upland way of toil and pain;
Almost with scorn they think of rest,
Of holy calm, of tranquil breast;
But God, through ways they have not kno wn,
Will lead IIis own.
A lowlier task on them is laid,
With love to make the labor light,
And then their beauty they must shed,
On quiet homes and lost to sight.
Changed are their visions high and fair,
Yet calm and still they lab.or there;
For Go(l, through ways they have not known,
Will lead lIis own.




112               GOD'S WA YS.
The gentle heart that thinks with pain
It scarce can lowliest tasks fulfil,
And if it dared its life to scan
Would ask but pathway low and still;
Often such lowly heart is brought
To act with power beyond its thought;
For God, through ways they have not known:
Will lead His own.
And they the bright, who long to prove
In joyous path, in cloudless lot,
How fresh from earth their grateful love
Can spring without a stain or spot;
Often such youthful heart is given
The path of grief to walk to heaven;
For God, through ways they have not known,
Will lead His own.
What matter what the path shall be?
The end is clear and bright to view:
lIe knows that we a strength shall see
Whate'er the day shall bring to do:
We see the end, the house of God,
But not the path to that abode;
For God, through ways they have net known,
Will lead 1His own.




DISTWA CTIONS LV PRA Y'ER.     113
DISTRACTIONS IiN PRA YER.
CANNOT pray; yet Lord, thou kuow'st
The pain it is to me,
To have my vainly struggling thoughts
Thus torn away from Thee.
Prayer was not meant for luxury
Of selfish pastime sweet;
It is the prostrate creature's place
At his Creator's feet.
Had I, dear Lord, no pleasure found
But in the thoughlts of Thee,
Prayer would have come unsouglht, and been
A truer liberty.
Yet Thou art oft most present, Lord,
In weak distracted prayer;
A sinner out of heart with self,
Most often finds Thee there.
And prayer that humbles sets the soul
From all illusions free,
And teaches it how utterly,
Dear Lord, it hangs on Thee.




114               Y  UEST.
The soul that on self-sacrifice
Is dutifully bent,
Will bless the chastening hand that makes
Its prayer its punishment.
Ah, Jesus! why should I complain?
And why fear aught but sin?
Distractions are but outward things;
Thy peace dwells far within I
These surface troubles come and go
Like rufflings of the sea;
The deeper depth is out of reach
To all, my God, but Thee I
MY  GUEST.
I HAVE a wonderful Guest,
Who speeds my feet, who moves my hands,
Who strengthens, comforts, guides, commands,
Whose presence gives me rest.
He dwells within my soul;
He swept away the filth and gloom,
He garnished fair the empty room,
And now pervades the whole.




MY GCUST.              115
For aye, by day and night,
He keeps the portal-suffers naught
Defile the temple He has bought,
And filled with joy and light.
Once'twas a cavern dim;
The home of evil thoughts, desires,
Enkindled by infernal fires,
Without one thought of Hiim.
Regenerated by His grace,
Still'tis a meagre inn, at best,
Wherein the King's to make His rest,
And show His glorious face.
Yet, Saviour, ne'er depart
From this poor earthly cottage home,
Until the Father bid me come,
Whisp'ring within my heart:
"I shake these cottage walls;
Fear not! at lIy command they bow;
My heavenly mansions open now,
As this poor dwelling falls."
Then my dear wondrous Guest
Shall bear me on His own right hand
Unto that fair and Promised Land,
Where I in Him shall rest.




116              ooMItGa.
C O MIN G.
"AT even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing, or in the
morning. "
T fT may be in the evening,
1   When the work of the day is done,
And you have time to sit in the twilight
And watch the sinking sun,
While the long bright day dies slowly
Over the sea,
And the hour grows quiet and holy
With thoughts of me;
While you hear the village children
Passing along the street,
Among those thronging footsteps
May come the sound of my feet
Therefore I tell you: Watch
By the light of the evening star,
WVhen the room is growing dusky
As the clouds afar;
Let the door be.on the latch
In your home,
For it may be through the gloaming
I will come.
" It may be when the midnight
Is heavy upon the land,




COMING.              11'
And the black waves lying dumbly
Along the sand;
When the moonless night draws close,
And the lights are out in the house;
When the fires burn low and red,
And the watch is ticking loudly
Beside the bed:'hlough you sleep, tired out, on your couch,
Still your heart must wake and watch
In the dark room,
For it may be that at midnight
I will come.
"It may be at the cock-crow,
When the night is dying slowly
In the sky,
And the sea looks calm and holy,
Waiting for the dawn
Of the golden sun
Which draweth nigh;
WVhen the mists are on the valleys, shadling
The rivers chill.
And my morning-star is fading, fading
Over the hill:
Behold I say unto you: Watch;
Let the door be on the latch
In your home;
In the chill before the dawning,




&B1teen the night and morning,
I may come.
"It may be in the morning,
When the sun is bright and strong
And the dew is glittering sharply
Over the little lawn;
When the waves are laughing loudly
Along the shore,
And the little birds are singing sweetly
About the door;
With the long day's work before you,
You rise up with the sun,
And the neighbors come in to talk a little
Of all that must be done,
But remember that I may be the next
To come in at the door,
To call you from all your busy work
For evermore:
As you work your heart must watch
For the door is on the latch
In your room,
And it may be in the morning
I will come."
So ITe passed down my cottage garden,
By the path that leads to the sea




COXCING.             119
Till He came to the turn of the little road
Where the birch and laburnum tree
Lean over and arch the way;
There I saw him a moment stay,
And turn once more to me,
As I wept at the cottage door,
And lift up His hands in blessingThen I saw IIis face no more.
And I stood still in the doorway,
Leaning against the wall,
Not heeding the fair white roses,
Though I crushed them and let them fall;
Only looking down the pathway,
And looking toward the sea,
And wondering, and wondering.When He would come back for me;
Till I was aware of an Angel
Who was going swiftly by,
With the gladness of one who goeth
In the light of God Most High.
He passed the end of the cottage
Toward the garden gate —
(I suppose he was come down
At the setting of the sun




120              CO0LVC'J.
To comfort some one in the village
Whose dwelling was desolate)And lie paused before the door
Beside my place,
And the likeness of a smile
Was on his face:
" Weep not," he said, " for unto you is given
To watch for the coming of HIis feet
Who is the glory of our blessed heaven;
The work and watching will be very
sweet,
Even in an earthly home;
And in such an hour as you think not
HIe will come."
So I am watching quietly
Every day.
Whenever the sun shines brightly,
I rise and say:
"Surely it is the shining of His face!"
And look unto the gates of His high place
Beyond the sea;
For I know He is coming shortly
To summon me.
And when a shadow falls across the window
Of my room,
Whcre I am working my appointed task,




Q UIEzT dIND.            121
I lift my head to watch the door and ask
If He is come;
And the Angel answers sweetly
In my home:
Only a few more shadows,
And He will come."
A  Q UIET MJlND.
IIAVE a treasure which I prize;
Its like I cannot find:
There's nothing like it on the earth;'Tis this-a quiet mind.
But'tis not that I'm stupefied,
Or senseless, dull, or blind;'Tis God's own peace within my hemr-t
WVhich forms my quiet mind.
I found this treasure at the cross:
And there, to every kind
Of weary, healvy-laden souls,
Christ gives a quiet mind.
My Saviour's death and risen life,
To give it were designed;
lis love, the never-failing spring
Of this, my quiet mind.




122           A QZ IEaT ZIND.
The love of God within my breast,
BMy heart to Him doth bind;
This is the peace of heaven on earthThis is my quiet mind.
I've many a cross to take up now,
And many left behind;
But present troubles move me not,
Nor shake my quiet mind.
And what may be to-morrow's cross,
I never seek to find;
My Saviour says: " Leave that to me;
And keep a quiet mind."
And well I know the Lord hath said,
To make my heart resigned,
That mercy still shall follow those
Who have this quiet mind.
I meet with pride of wit and wealth,
And scorn, and looks unkind;
It matters not-I envy none,
WVhile I've a quiet mind.
I'm waiting now to see my Lord,
So patient and so kind;
I want to thank Him face to face,
For this my quiet mind.




ALL IS LIGHT.           123
ALL IS LIGHT.
W7lliAT though storm-clouds gather round
Hovering darkly o'er my way?
While I see the cross of Calvary
Beaming with celestial ray,
All is light, all is light I
What though mortal powers may falter?
Earthly plans and prospects fail?
With a heaven-born hope which entereth
E'en to that within the veil,
All is light, all is light!
What though all my future pathway
Be from mortal sight concealed?
With the love of Jesus glowing,
As it lies to faith revealed,
All is light, all is light!
E'en though death's deep vale before me
Seem o'erspread with thickest gloom,
While I see a heavenly radiance
Bursting from beyond the tomb,
All is light, all is light I




124              LONGaINGS.
L O G INV   G S.
W IIEN shall I be at rest? My trembling
heart
Grows weary of its burden, sickening still
With hopes deferred. Oh! that it were Thy
will
To loose my bonds, and take me where Thou art I
When shall I be at rest?  lly eyes grow dim
With straining through the gloom; I scarce can
see
The waymarks that my Saviour left for me.
Would it were morn, and I were safe with Him I
When shall I be at rest? Hand over hand
I grasp, and climb an ever steeper bill,
A rougher path. Oh! that it were Thy will
Mly tired feet might tread the Promised Landl I
Oh! that I were at rest! A thousand fears
Come thronging o'er me, lest I fall at last.
Would I were safe, all toil and danger past,
And Tlline own hands might wipe away my tears.




LONGINGrS             125
Oh I that I were at rest, like some I love,
Whose last fond looks drew half my life away,
Seeming to plead that either they might stay
With me on earth, or I with them above.
But why these murmurs?  Thou didst never
shrink
From any toil or weariness for meNot even from that last deep agony.
Shall I beneath my little trials sink?
No, Lord; for when I am indeed at rest,
One taste of that deep bliss will quite efface
The sternest memories of my earthly race,
Save but to swell the sense of being blest.
Then lay on me whatever cross I need
To bring me there. I know Thou canst not be
Unkind, unfaithful, or untrue to me I
Shall I not toil for Thee, when Thou for me didst
bleed?




126               PRIDGES.
BIRiD G.ES.
HAVE a bridge within my heart,
Known as the Bridge of Sighs;
It stretches from life's sunny part,
To where its darkness lies.
And when upon this bridge I stand,
To watch life's tide below,
Sad thoughts come from the shadowy land
And darken all its flow.
Then, as it winds its way along
To sorrow's bitter sea,
Oh I mournful is the spirit-song
That upward floats to me.
A song which breathes of blessings dead,
Of friends and friendships flown;
And pleasures gone!-their distant tread,
Now to an echo grown.
And hearing thus, beleaguering fears
Soon shut the present out,
While joy but in the past appears,
And in the future doubt.
Oh! often then will deeper grow,
The night that round me lies;
I wish that life had run its flow,
()r never found its rise I




BRIDGES.                121
I have a bridge within my heart,
Known as the Bridge of Faith;
It spans, by a mysterious art,
The streams of life and death.
And when upon this bridge I stand,
To watch the tide below,
Sweet thoughts come from the sunny land,
And brighten all its flow.
Then, as it winds its way along
Down to a distant sea,
Oh I pleasant is the spirit-song
That upward floats to me.
A song of blessings never sere,
Of love " beyond compare,"
Of pleasures flowed from troublilgs here,
To rise serenely there.
And, hearing thus, a peace divine
Soon shuts each sorrow out;
And all is hopeful and benign,
tWhere all was fear and doubt.
Oh I often then will brighter grow
The light that round me lies,
I see from life's beclouded flow
A crystal stream arise.




128     "FATHER, TAKE MY H1AND."'FA 2HER, TAKE MY tHAND."
THIE way is dark, my Father! Cloud on cloud
Is gathering thickly o'er my head, and loud
The thunders roar above me. See, I stand
Like one bewildered  Father, take my hand,
And through the gloom
Lead safely home
Thy child 1
The day goes fast, my Father! and the night
Is drawing darkly down. My faithless sight
Sees ghostly visions. Fears, a spectral band,
Encompass me. O Father! take my hand,
And from the night
Lead up to light
Thy child I
The way is long, my Father! and my soul
Longs for the rest and quiet of the goal:
While yet I journey through this weary land,
Keep me friom wandering. Father, take my hand;
Quickly and straight
Lead to heaven's gate
Thy child!




"F ATHER, TAKE. YY HA 1AND y."  129
The path is rough, my Father I Many a thorn
Has pierced me; and my weary feet, all torn
And bleeding, mark the way. Yet thy command
Bids me press forward. Father, take my hand;
Then, safe and blest,
Lead up to rest
Thy child I
The throng is great, my Father I Many a doubt
And fear and danger compass me about;
And foes oppress me sore. I cannot stand
Or go alone. 0 Fatherl take my hand,
And through the throng
Lead safe along
Thy child 1
The cross is heavy, Father I I have borne
It long, and still do bear it. Let my worn
And fainting spirit rise to that blest land
Where crowns are given. Father, take my band;
And, reaching down.
Lead to the crown
Thy child I




130        THE GORAOIOUS ANSWER.
THE GRACIOUS ANSWER.
The way is dark, my child! but leads to ligtd.
I would rnot always have thee walk by sight.
My dealings now thou canst not understand.
I meant it so; but I will take thy hand,
And through the gloom
Lead safely home
liy child 
The day goes fast, my child!  But is the nigih
Darker to me than day?  In me is light!
Keep close to me, and every spectral band
Of fears shall vanish. I will take thy hand,
And through the night
Lead up to light
M<y child!
T/ie way is long, my child!  But it shall be
Not one step longer than is best for thee,
And thou shalt know, at last, when thou shalt stand
Safe at the goal, how I did take thy hand,
And quick and straight
Lead to heaven's gate
My child!




THE GRACIOUS ANSWER.          131
Thle path is rough, my child I But oh! hol qweet
Will be the rest, for weary pilgrims meet,
When thou shalt reach the borders of that land
To which I lead thee, as I take thy hand,
And safe and blest
With me shalt rest
My child!
The throng is great, my child I But at thy side
Thy Father walks: then be not terrified
For I am with thee; will thy foes command
To let thee freely pass; will take thy hand,
And through the throng
Lead safe along
fMy child!
7he cross is heavy, child I  Yet there was One
WTho bore a heavier for thee: my Son,
AIy Well-beloved. For Him bear thine; and stand
WT1ith Him at last; and, from thy Father's hand,
T7ly cross laid down,
Receive a crown,
My child I
If. N. C
Oroxnida, Persa,.




132         ASLEEP ONX GUACRD I
ASLEEP ON G UARD I
i' C   SHAME I" we're sometimes fain to say
"On Peter sleeping, while His dear Lord
lay
Awake with anguish, in the garden's shade,
Waiting Ilis hour to be betrayed."
We say, or think, if we had gone
Thither-instead of Peter, James, and JohnAnd Christ had left us on the outpost dim,
As sentinels, to watch with Him;
We would have sooner died, than sleep
The little time we vigil had to keep;
Then wake, to feel IIis torturing question's power
"Could' ye not watch with me one hour?"
One hour in sad Gethsemane I
And such an hour as that to Him must be!
All night our tireless eyes had pierced the shadel
Where He in grief's great passion prayed.
Whatrido we now, to make our word
Seem no vain boast of love to Christ our Lord 
We cannot take the chidden sleeper's place,
And shun, by proof, HIis deep disgrace I




ASLEEP ON GUAR.D 1          183
No more, the olive's shade beneath,
The human Christ foretastes the cup of death,
And leaves His servants in the outer gloom,
To watch till IIe again shall come I
Yet are there midnights dark and dread,
When Jesus still by traitors is betrayed;
Our bosom-sin's the lurking foe at hand,
And "Watch with me" is Christ's command.
One little hour of sleepless care,
And sin could wrest no victory from us there;
But, with the fame of our loved Lord to keep,
Like those we scorn, we fall asleep.
Oh I if our risen Lord must chide
Our souls, for slumbering His death-cross beside,
What face have we to boast our feeble sense
Had shamled poor Peter's vigilance I
On Peter, James, and John, no more
The wrong reproach of hasty pride we pour;
B3at feel within the question's torturing power,
" Could ye nGt watch with me one hour?"




134      TE HO UR OF P'JA PER.
TH E HO UR  OF PRAYER.
/MY God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feetThe hour of prayer I
Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of faith up-borne,
The world I leave I
For then a day-spring shines on me,
Brighter than morn's ethereal glow 
And richer dews descend from Thee
Than earth can know.
Then is my strength by Thee renewed;
Then do I feel my sins forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With joys of heaven.
No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind.




TI'Y WILL BE DOMrE.        135
Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
And e'en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
Lord! till I reach that blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
hn prayer to Thee.
THY  TILL BE DONiE.
E see not, know not. All our way
Is night. WVith Thee alone is day
From out the torrent's troubled drift,
Above the storm-our prayers we liftThy will be done!
The flesh may fail, the heart may faint,
But who are we, to make complaint,
Or dare to plead, in times like these,
The weakness of our love of ease?
Thy will be done!
WVe take with solemn thankfulness
Our burden up, nor ask it less;
And count it joy that even we




136        THFY WILL B   DONi.
May suffer, serve, or wait for Thees,
Whose will be done 
Though dim, as yet, in tint and line,
We trace Thy picture's wise design,
And thank Thee that our age supplies
Its dark relief of sacrificeThy will be done I
And if, in our unworthiness,
Thy sacrificial wine we press;
If, from Thy ordeal's heated bars,
Our feet are seamed with crimson scars,
Thy will be done!
If, for the age to come, this hour
Of trial hath vicarious power;
And, blest by Thee, our present pain
Be Liberty's eternal gain,
Thy will be done I
Strike! Thou the Master, we Thy keys,
The anthem of the destinies!
The minor of Thy loftier strain,
Our hearts shall breathe the old rcfiailnThy will be done I




HfYrY OF TR UST.         187
I1 YMllN' OF TR UST.
LOVE Divine! that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear
On Thee we cast each earth-born care;
We smile at pain while Thou art near I
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrows crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near I
On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love Divine I for ever dear;
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near!




138       TMI BURL4AL OF.MOSEa
T7'E B UIRLL OF  ~OSES.
BY Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale m the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave;
Andl no man dug that sepulchre,
And no man saw it e'er,
For the " Sons of God " upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.
That was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth;
But no man heard the trampling,
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as the day-light
Comes when the night is done,
And the crimson streak on ocean's check
Grows into the great sunNoiselessly as the spring-time
Hier crown of verdure weaves
And all the trees on all the hills
Open ther thousand leaves;




THE BURIAL OF HOSES         139
So, without sound of music,
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from the mountain's crown
The great procession swept.
Perchance the bald old eagle,
On gray Beth-peor's height,
Out of his rocky eyry
Looked on the wondrous sight;
Perchance the lion stalking
Still shuns that hallowed spot:
For beast and bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth not.
But when the warrior dieth,
IHis comrades in the war,
With arms reversed, and muffled drum,
Follow the funeral car.
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
And after him lead his masterless steed,
IWhile peals the minute-gun.
Amid the noblest of the land
Men lay the sage to rest,
And give the bard an honored plaoo,
With costly marble drest



140       THE BURIAL OF  fOSES.
In the great minster transept,
Where lights like glories fall,
And the sweet choir sings, and the organ rings
Along the emblazoned wall.
This was the bravest warrior
That ever buckled sword;
This, the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word;
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen,
On the deathless page, truths half so sage
As lie wrote down for men.
And had he not high honor?
The hill-side for his pall,
To lie in state while angels wait,
With stars for tapers tall,
And the dark rock-pines like tossing plumes
Over his bier to wave,
And God's own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave I
In that deep grave without a name,
Whence his uncoffined clay
Shall break again-most wondrous thought —
Before the Judgment-day,




'vNO W."              141
Ald stand, with glory wrapped around,
On the hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our life
WVith the Incarnate Son of God.
0 lonely tomb in Moab's land I
O dark Beth-peor hill I
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath His mysteries of grace,
Ways that we cannot tell;
And hides them deep, like the secret sleep
Of him He loved so well.
" N O T;
R> ISE I for the day is passing,
J_ [j And you lie dreaming on;
The others have buckled their armor,
And forth to the fight are gone:
A place in the ranks awaits you,
Each man has some part to play;
The Past and Future are looking
In the face of the stern To-day"




142        THIE rIEED OF JES!TR
THE NEED OF JESUS.' NEED Thee, precious Jes s!
For I am full of sin;
Mhy soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,
Where I can always fleeThe blood of Christ most precious
The sinner's perfect plea.
I need Thee, precious Jesus I
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus,
To cheer me on my way:
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
I need Thee, precious Jesus I
I need a friend like TheeA friend to soothe and sympathize
A friend to care for me;
I need the heart of Jesus,
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want,
And all my sorrows share.




TIlE NEED OF zESUS.        143
1 need Thee, precious Jesus I
For I am very blind;
A weak and foolish wanderer,
With a dark and evil mind;
I need the light of Jesus,
To tread the thorny road,
To guide me safe to gloryWhere I shall see my God.
I need Thee, precious Jesus I
I need Thee day by dayTo fill me with Thy fulness,
To lead me on my way;
I need Thy Holy Spirit,
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.
I need Thee, precious Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne;
There, with Thy blood-bought chi2dren,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praises, Jesus I
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee!




144 TIHl C IRILSTIAY AND HIS ECHOO.
THE  CHIRISTIAi    AND  HIS ECHO.
T RUE faith, producing love to God and man,
Say, Echo, is not this the Gospel plan?
The Gospel plan.
Must I my faith and love to Jesus show,
By doing good to all, both friend and foe?
Both friend and foe.
But if a brother hates and treats me ill,
Must I return him good, and love him still?
Love him stilt.
If he my failings watches to reveal,
Must I his faults as carefully conceal?
As carefully conceal.
But if my name and character he blast,
And cruel malice, too, a long time last;
And, if I sorrow and affliction know,
Ile loves to add unto my cup of woe;
In this uncommon, this peculiar case,
Swecet Echo, say, must I still love and bless?
Still love and bless.
Whatever usage ill I may receive,
hMust I be patient still, and still forgive?
Be patient still, and still forgive.




THE CHRISTIAV AdD HIS EOHO.  145
AXhy, Echo how is this? thou'rt sure a dove! I
Thy voice shall teach me nothing else but love I
Nothing else but love.
Amen! with all my heart, then be it so;'Tis all delightful, just, and good, I know:
And now to practise I'll directly go.
Directly go.
Things being so, whoever me reject,
My gracious God me'surely will protect.
Surely will protect.
Henceforth I'll roll on Him my every care,
And then both friend and foe embrace in prayer.
Embrace in prayer.
But after all those duties I have done,
Must I, in point of merit, them disown,
And trust for heaven through Jesus' blood alone?
Through Jesus' blood alone.
Echo, enough! thy counsels to mine ear,
Are sweeter than, to flowers, the dew-drop tear'
Thy wise instructive lesso'ns'please me well:
I'll go and practise them. Farewell, farewell I
PRACTISE them. Farewell, farewell!




146          LESS  AND MORLa
LESS AN1rD  MORE.
TWO prayers, dear Lord, in oneGive me both less and more;
Less of the impatient world, and more of Thle;
Less of myself, and all that heretofore
Made me to slip where willing feet do run,
And held me back from where I fain would boKept me, my Lord, from Thee!
All things which most I need
Are Thine; Thou wilt bestow
Both strength and shield, and be my willing Guest;
Yet my weak heart takes up a broken reed,
Thy rod and staff doth readily forego,
And I, who might be rich, am poor, distressed,
And seek but have not rest.
flow long, O Lord, how long?
So have I cried of late,
As though I knew not what I well do know:
Come Thou, Great Master Builder, and create
Anew that which is Thine; undo my wrongBreathe on this waste, and life and health bestow
Come, Lord, let it be so!




COMEORT BY TIER WA.         14'7
Let it be so, and thenWhat then?  My soul shall wait,
And'ever pray-all prayers, dear Lord, in one —
Thy will o'er mine in all this mortal state
lIold regal sway. To Thy commands, Amen I
Break from my waiting lips till work is done,
And crown and glory won.
COMFORT BY THE WAY.
JOURNEY through a desert drear and wilds
Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts
beguiled,
Of I-im on whom I lean-my strength and stayI can forget the sorrows of the way.
Thoughts of IIis love I the root of every grace
Which finds in this poor heart a dwelling-place;
The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright,
And my calm pillow of repose by night.
Thoughts of Iis sojourn in this vale of tears 
The tale of love unfolded in those years




148            RETROSPEOT.
Of sinless suffering and patient grace
I love again, and yet again, to trace.
Thoughts of His glory! on the cross I gaze,
And there behold its sad, yet healing rays;
Beacon of hope  which, lifted up on high,
lumes with heavenly light the tear-dimmed cyo.
Thoughts of His coming I For that joyful day
In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray;
The dawn draws nigh, the midnight shadows flcog
And what a sunrise will that advent be
Thus while I journey on, my Lord to meet,
My thoughts and meditations are so sweet
Of Him on whom I lean- my strength, my stay —
I can forget the sorrows of the way.
RETROSPECT.
O   LOVING One! 0 Bounteous One I
What have I not received from Thee,'Throughout the seasons that have gone
Into the past eternity I
Lowly my name and mine estate;
Yet, Fatlher, many a child of Thine,




RETROSPEOT.            149
Of purer heart and cleaner hands,
Walks in an humbler path than mine.
And, looking backward through the year
Along the way my feet have pressed,
I see sweet places everywhereSweet places where my soul had rest.
For, though some human hopes of mine
Are dead, and buried from my sight,
Yet from their graves immortal flowers
Have sprung, and blossomed into light.
Body, and heart, and soul have been
Fed by the most convenient food;
My nights are peaceful all the while,
And all my mortal days are good.
My sorrows have not been so light
Thy chastening hand I could not trace;
Nor have my blessings been so great
That they have hid my Father's face.




150        THE YERDICT OP DEATH.
EOW DOIZr DEATH SPEAK OP OUR
BELOVED?
" THE rain that falls upon the height,
Too gently to be called delight,
In the dark valley reappears
As a wild cataract of tears:
And love in life shall strive to see
Sometimes what love in death would be."
Angel in the House.
OW  doth Death speak of our blovodl,
When it hath laid them low;
When it has set its hallowing touch
On speechless lip and brow?
It clothes their every gift and grace
With radiance from the holiest place,
With light as from an angel's face;
Recalling with resistless force
And tracing to their hidden source,
Deeds scarcely noticed in their course.
This little loving fond device,
That daily act of sacrifice,
Of which too late we learn the price I
Opening our weeping eyes to trace
Simple, unnoticed kindnesses,
Forgotten notes of tenderness,




THE VERDICT OP DEATH.        1l1
Which evermore to us must be
Sacred as hymns in infancy,
Learned listening at a mother's knee.
Thus doth Death speak of our beloved
When it has laid them low:
Then let Love antedate the work of Death,
And do this now I
How doth Death speak of our belovec,
When it has laid them low;
When it has set its hallowing touch
On speechless lip and brow?
It sweeps their faults with heavy hand,
As sweeps the sea the trampled sand,
Till scarce the faintest print is scanned.
It shows how such a vexing deed
Was but generous nature's weed,
Or some choice virtue run to seed;
How that small fretting fretfulness
Was but love's over-anxiousness,
Which had not been, had love been loes.
This failing, at which we repined,
But the dim shade of day declined,
Which should have made us doubly kind.




152      THE FERDICT O.F DEATH.
Thus doth Death speak of our beloved,
When it has laid, them low;
Then let Love antedate the work of Death,
And do this now!
How doth Death speak of our beloved,
When it has laid them low;
When it has set its hallowing touch
On speechless lip and brow?
It takes each failing on our part,
And brands it in upon the heart,
With caustic power and cruel art.
The small neglect that may have pained,
A giant stature will have gained
When it can never be explained:
The little service which had proved
How tenderly we watched and loved,
And those mute lips to glad smiles moved
The little gift from out our sukre,
Which might have cheered some checeless
hour,
When they with earth's poor needs were poor
But never will be needed more I




A CIRISTMAFS.HY'N.           53
It shows our faults like fires at night;
It sweeps their failings out of sight,
It clothes their good in heavenly light.
0 Christ our life! fore-date the work of Death
And do this now I
Thou who art love, thus hallow our beloved!
Not Death, but Thou I
-4 —
A  CIIRISTMAAS HYMN.
IN human form enthroned,
The sin of man atoned,
Immanuel sits in highest seat of heaven,
Our nature there He wears,
And that blest union bears,
In David's city on the low earth given.
He draws us by a love,
Not such as seraphs move
11 happy life through all the realms of space
More subtle is the chord,
The speaking of a word
In language learned among our fleshly race.
"My blood, once flowing free
Upon the darkened tree,




154. THE WA Y, THE TIRUTH, AND THE LIFE.
Gives life to you in heaven's eternal room;
The Brother and the Friend,
Through ages without end,
Shall e'en outlast the Saviour from the doom."
THE IVA Y, THE TRUTH, AND  THE LIFE
THOU art the Way!
All ways are thorny mazes without Thee,
Where hearts are pierced, and thoughts all aimless stray,
In Thee the heart stands firm, the life moves
free:
Thou art our Way I
Thou art the Truth!
Questions the ages break against in vain
Confront the spirit in its untried youth;
It starves while learning poison from the grain:
Thou art the Truth!
Thou art the Truth!
Truth for the mind, grand, glorious, infinite,
Aheaven still boundless o'er its highest growlh I
Bread for the heart its daily need to meet.
Thou art the Truth I




THrE WAY, THME  TRUTI, AND THE LIFE. 155
Thou art the Light!
Earth beyond earth no faintest ray call give;
IIeaven's shadeless noontide blinds our mortal
sight;
In Thee we look on God, and love and live:
Thou art our Light!
Thou art the Rock I
Doubts none can solve heave wild on every side,
Wave meeting wave of thought in ceaseless
shock;
On Thee the soul rests calm amidst the tide:
Thou art the Rock!
Thou art the Life!
All ways without Thee paths that end in death;
All life without Thee with death's harvest rife;
All truths dry bones, disjoined and void of breath:
Thou art our Life!
For Thou art Love!
Our Way and End! the way is rest with Theeo 
O living Truth! the truth is life in Thee I
0'Life cssential! life is bliss with Thee I
For Thou art Love I




156       THE TIME PFO  PRAYER.
THE TIJIE FOR PRa YER.
V 7   -IHEN is the time for prayer?
V    With the first beams that light the
morning sky,
Ere for the toils of day thou dost prepare,
Lift up thy thoughts on high;
Commend thy loved ones to His watchful care:
MSorn is the time for prayer.
And in the noontide hour,
If worn by toil, or by sad cares oppressed,
Then unto God thy spirit's sorrow pour,
And He will give thee rest;
Thy voice shall reach Him through the fields of
air:
Noon is the time for prayer.
NWhen the bright sun hath set,
WVhile eve's bright colors deck the skies;
WVhen with the loved at home again thou'st met,
Then let thy prayers arise;
For those who in thy joys and sorrows share,
Eve is the time for prayer.
And when the stars come forthWhen to the trusting heart sweet hopes 3xe
given,




LIGHT IN DARKNESS.           15'7
And the deep stillness of the hour gives birth
To pure bright dreams of heaven;
Kneel to thy God-ask strength, life's ills to bear
Night is the time for prayer.
When is the time for prayer?
In every hour, while life is spared to thee;
In crowds or solitude, in joy or care,
Thy thoughts should heavenward flee.
At home, at morn and eve, with loved ones there,
Bend thou the knee in prayer 
LIGHT IN DARKNESS.
BREEZES of spring, all earth to life awaking,
Birds swiftly soaring through the sunny sky,
The butterfly its lonely prison breaking,
The seed up-springing which had seemed to die
Types such as these a word of hope have spoken,
Have shed a gleam of light around the tomb;
But weary hearts longed for a surer token,
A clearer, ray, to dissipate its gloom.
And this was granted I See the Lord ascending,
On crimson clouds of evening calmly borne,




158 COM       UFN6IO_    WITII GOD
With hands out-stretched, and looks of love still
bending
On his bereaved ones, who no longer mourn.
I am the resurrection!" hear Him saying,
"I am the life; he who believes in me
Shall never die; the souls my call obeying,
Soon where I am for evermore shall be."
Sing halleluiah! light from heaven appearing,
The mystery of life and death is plain;
Kow to the grave we can descend unfearing,
In sure and certain hope to rise again I
C0OMMUNION  IVITI1 GOD.
LORD, I am come along with Thee I
Thy voice to hear, Thy face to see,
And feel Thy presence near;
It is not fancy's lovely dream,
Though wondrous e'en to faith it seem,
That Thou dost wait me here.
A moment from this outward life,
Its service, self-denial, strife,
I joyfully retreat;
My soul, through intercourse with Thee,




COlOIMfNION  WITH GOD.       159
Strengthened, refreshed, and calmed shall be,
Its scenes again to meet.
How can it be that one so mean,
A sinner, selfish, dark, unclean,
Thus in the Holiest stands?
And in that light divinely pure
Which may no stain of sin endure,
Lifts up rejoicing hands!
Jesus! the answer Thou hast given!
Thy death, Thy life, have opened heaven
And all its joys to me;
Washed in Thy blood-oh! wondrous grace!
I'm holy as the Holy Place
In which I worship Thee.
How sweet, how solemn thus to lie,
And feel Jehovah's searching eye
On me well pleased can rest I
Because with His Beloved Son,
The Father's grace has made me one,
I must be always blest.
The secret pangs I could not teUl
To dearest friendJ —T7Iou knowest well;
They claim Thy gracious heart;
Thou dost remove with tender care,




160       COMLfIUNXION WITH GOD.
Or sweetly give me strength to bear
The sanctifying smart.
Thy presence has a wondrous power I
The sharpest thorn becomes a flower,
And breathes a sweet perfume;
Whate'er looked dark and sad before,
With happy light shines silvered o'er,
There's no such thing as gloom I
Thou know'st I have a cross to bear;
The needful stroke Thou dost not spare,
To keep me near Thy side;
But when I see the chastening rod
In Thy pierced hand, my Lord, my God I
I feel so satisfied!
Now, while I tell Thee how, within,
I oft indulge my bosom sin,
How faithless oft I provo
No cold repulse, no frown I meet,
But tender, soul-subduing, sweet
Is the rebuke of Love.




THE SbUFFERER CIEERED.        161
THE SUFFERER CITEERED
4 6 ~.AY! shall I take the thorn away?"
k    So spake my gracious Lord" O'er which thy sighs are heaved by day,
Thy nightly tears are poured?
Say! shall I give thee rest and ease,
Make earth's fair prospects rise,
And bid thy bark o'er summer seas
Float smoothly to the skies?
"Shall peace and plenty's cup swell high,
Health leap through every vein,
And all exempt thy moments fly
From bitter inward pain?
Be naught to check the inspiring flow
Of human friendship's tide;
And every want thy heart can know,
Be'quickly satisfied?: Know, thine ease-loving heart might mis
The comfort with the care I
And that full tide of earthly bliss
Leave little room for prayer I
Few were thy visits to the throne,
Unhastened there by pain;
Thou, o'er thy bosom-sins, alone,
Wouldst small advantage gain I




162       THE SUFFERER CHEER-ED.' Nor deem the highest, holiest joy
A stranger still to woe;
Blest servants in my high employ,
Most closely linked they go.
My love illumes with tenderest rays
The path of self-denial;
And burning bright the glory's blaze
That crowns the fiery trial!
"In conscious weakness thou shalt hang
On my almighty arm I
Soon as the thorn inflicts its pang,
I'll pour my love's rich balm.
Thou plainest in thy deepest woe
Shalt feel me at thy side;
And, for my praise, to all shalt show,
Thou art well satisfied.:' Then, wilt thou in thy Master's cup
Consent awhile to share?
Know, when in love I drank it up,
No wrath was left thee there I
Thy Saviour's love and power to blest
Trust where thou canst not see I
And in yon howling wilderness
Step fearless forth with me I "




AL;L I1 CaRIST.          1 6
"Lord I magnify Thyself in me I"
With faltering lips I said;
For, strong to bear as faith may be,
Weak nature quails with dread.
But He who through the shrinking flesh
The spirit's will can read,
Smiled on His work, and bade afresh
ALL GRACE MEET ALL MY NEED.
ALL IN  CJIIRIST.
IN Thee my heart, 0 Jesus I finds repose;
Thou bringest rest to all that weary are.
Until that Day-spring from on high arose,
1 wandered through a night without a star:
My feet had gone astray
Upon a lonely way:
Each guide I followed failed me in my need;
Each staff I leaned on proved a broken reed.
Then, when in mine extremity to Thee
I turned, Thy pity did prevent my prayer;
From that entangling maze it set me free,
And quickly loosed my heavy load of care




164           ILL IN CHRIST.
Gave me the lofty scope
Of a heaven-centred hope,
And led me on with Thee, a gentle Guide,
Thither, where pure immortal joys abide.
7Thou art the great completion of my soul,
The blest fulfilment of its deepest need;
When self-surrendered to Thy mild control,.It enters into liberty indeed;
Thy love, a genial law,
Its every aim doth draw
Within its holy range, and sweetly lure
its longings toward the beautiful and pure.
Thy presence is the never-failing spring
Of life and comfort in each darker hour;
And, through thy grace benignly ministering,
Grief wields a secret, purifying power.'Tis sweet, O Lord I to know
Thy kindredness with woe;
Sweeter to walk with Thee on ways apart
Than with the world, where heart is shut to heart,
For Thee eternity reserves her hymn;
For Thee earth has her prayers, and heaven her
vows;
Thy saints adore Thee, and the seraphim,
Under thy glory, stoop their starry brows.




" I;TEl;SLF  A TirZ   DONE ITPr  165
Oh! may that light divine
On me still clearer shineA power, an inspiration from above,
Lifting me higher to Thy perfect love I
"IZIMSELF KIATHI DONE IT I"
-T   INISELF hath done it" alll Oh I how.. _ those words
Should hush to silence every murmuring thought
Himself hath done it-He who loves me best,
He who my soul with His own blood hath bought
"Himself hath done it I" Can it then be aught
Than full of wisdom, full of tenderest love?
Not one unneeded sorrow will He send,
To teach this wandering heart no more to rove,
"iIimself hath done it!" Yes, although severe
May seem the stroke, and bitter be the cup,'Tis His own hand that holds it, and I know
hIe'll give me grace to drink it meekly up.
L" Himself hath done it I" Oh I no arm but His
Could e'er sustain beneath earth's dreary lot;
But while I know He's doing all things well,
My heart Iis loving-kindness questions Irot.




16 6."HISir.LF E HATiT DONE IT!"
"Himself hath done it 1"  He who's searched me
through,
Sees how I cleave to earth's ensnaring ties;
And so He breaks each reed on which my soul
Too much for happiness and joy relies.
"Himself hath done it I" He would have me see
What broken cisterns human friends must prove;
That I may turn and quench my burning thirst
At His own fount of ever-living love.
"Himself hath done it 1" Then I fain would say
"Thy will in all things evermore be done;"
E'en though that will remove whom best I love,
While Jesus lives I cannot be alone.
"Himself hath done it I" Precious, precious words,
" Himself," my Father, Saviour, Brother, Friend;
Whose faithfulness no variation knows;
WTho, having loved me, loves me to the end.
And when, in Ihis eternal presence blest,
I at His feet my crown immortal cast,
I'll gladly own, with all IIis ransomed saints,
"i imtself hath done it "-all, fiom first to last I




LIaING WA TEXR           16o
LIVING  WVA TERS.
N some wild Eastern legend the story has been
1        ~~told,
Of a fair and wondrous fountain, that flowed in
times of old;
Cold and crystalline its waters, brightly glancing
in the ray
Of the summer moon at midnight, or the sun at
height of day.
Annd a good angel, resting there, once in a favored
hour
infused into the limpid depths a strange mysterious
power;
A hidden principle of life, to rise and gush again,
Where but some drops were scattered on the dry
and barren plain.
So the traveller might journey, not now in fear
and haste,
Far through the mountain-desert, far o'er the
sandy waste,




168            ZIJINYG WA TERS.
If but he sought this fountain first, and from its
wondrous store
The secret of unfailing springs along with him he
bore.
Wild and fanciful the legend-yet may not meanings high,
Visions of better things to come, within its shadow
lie?
Type of a better fountain, to mortals now unsealed,
The full and free salvation in Christ our Lord revealed?
Beneath the Cross those waters rise, and he who
finds them there
All through the wilderness of life the living stream
may bear;
And blessings follow in his steps, until where'er he
goes,
I'lhe moral wastes begin to bud and blossom as tho
rose.
Ho I every one thefat thirsteth, come to this fountain side l
Drink freely of its waters, drink, and be satisfied t




LIVIrG WIVTERS            169
Yet linger not, but hasten on, and bear to all
around
Glad tidings of the love, and peace, and mercy
thou hast found!
To Afric's pathless deserts, to Greenland's frozen
shore-'Where din of mighty cities sounds, or savage monsters roarWherever man may wander with his heritage of
woe,
To tell of brighter thing  above, go, brothers,
gladly go I
Then, as of old in vision seen before the prophet's
eyes,
Broader and deeper on its course the stream of
life shall rise;
And everywhere, as on it flows, shall carry light
and love,
Peoace and good-will to man on earth, glory to
God abov I




170           ABIDE WITH U.
ABIDE  WIT~i   US.
rp  E tender light is fading where
I We pause and linger still,
And, through the dim and saddened air,
We feel the evening chill.
Long hast Thou journeyed with us, Lord,
Ere we Thy face did know;
Oh I still Thy fellowship afford,
While dark the shadows grow.
For passed is many a beauteous field,
Beside our morning road;
And many a fount to us is sealed
That once so freshly flowed.
The splendor of the noontide lies
On other paths than ours;
The dews that lave yon fragrant skies
Will not revive our flowers.
It is not now as in the glow
Of life's impassioned heat,
WThen to the heart there seemed to flow
All that of earth was sweet.




ABIDE WITH  S. US,
Something has faded-something diedWithout us and within;
We more than ever need a guide;
Blinded and weak with sin.
The weight is heavy that we bear,
Our strength more feeble grows;
Weary with toil and pain and care,
We long for sweet repose.
Stay with us, gracious Saviour, stay,
WVhile friends and hopes depart!
Fainting, on Thee we wish to lay
The burden of our heart.
Abide with us, dear Lord I remain
Our Life, our Truth, our Way!
So shall our loss be turned to gain —
iight dawn to endless day.




17~2         THE BETTER IMFE.
THE BETTER LIFE.
"ALL the way by which the Lord thy God led these.
MW lHEN we reach a quiet dwelling
On the strong eternal hills,
And our praise to Him is swelling,
Who the vast creation fills:
When the paths of prayer and duty
And affliction all are trod,
And we wake and see the beauty
Of our Saviour and our God;
With the light of resurrection,
VWhen our changed bodies glow,
And we gain the full perfection
Of the bliss begun below;
]When the life that flesh obscureth
In each radiant form shall shine,
And the joy that aye endureth
Flashes forth in beams divine
While we wave the palms of glory
Through the long eternal years,
Shall we e'er forget the story
Of our mortal griefs and fears?




TIHE BETTER LIFE.          17 8
Shall we e'er forget the sadness
Ard the clouds that hung so dim,
When our hearts are filled with gladness
And our tears are dried by Him?
Shall the memory be banished
Of His kindness and His care,
When the wants and woes are vanished,
Which He loved to soothe and shareAll the way by which He brought us,
All the grievings which He bore,
All the patient love He taught us,
Shall we think of them no more?
Yes I we surely shall remember
hIow He quickened us from death:
Hlow He fanned the dying ember
With His Spirit's glowing breath.
We shall read the tender meaning
Of the sorrows and alarms
As we trod the desert, leaning
On His everlasting arms.
And His rest will be the dearer
When we think of weary ways,
And His light will seem the clearer
As we muse on cloudy days.




114   PRAY FOB WBOM THOU LOV XEBs.
Oh'twill be a glorious morrow
To a dark and stormy day;
Wte shall recollect our sorrow
As the streams that pass away.
PRAY FOR WHIOM THOU LO VEST.
PRay for whom thou lovest; thou wilt never have any cortn
fort of his friendship for whom thou dost not pray.
y ES, pray for whom thou lovest; thou mayst
vainly, idly seek
The fervid words of tenderness by feeble words to
speak;
Go kneel before thy Father's throne. and meekly,
humbly there
Ask blessing for the loved one in the silent hour
of prayer.
Yes, pray for whom thou lovest; if uncounted
wealth were thineThe treasures of the boundless deep, the riches of
the mineThou could'st not to thy cherished friends a gift
so dear impart,
As the earnest benediction of a deeply loving
heart.




DRAWING WATER.            175
Seek not the worldling's friendship, it shall droop
and wave ere long
In the cold and heartless glitter of the pleasureloving throng,
Boat seek the friend who when thy prayer for him
shall murmured be,
Breathes forth in faithful sympathy a fervent
prayer for thee.
And should thy flowery path of life become a path
of pain,
The friendship formed in bonds like these thy
spirit shall sustain;
Years may not chill, nor change invade, nor poverty impair,
The love that grew and flourished at the holy time
of prayer.
DRA }WING WATER.
I HAD drank with lip unsated
Where the founts of pleasure burst;
1 had hewn out broken cisterns,
And they mocked my spirit's thirst.
And I said, Life is a desert,
Hot and measureless and dry,




170          DRA WING WATER.
And God will not give me water,
Though I pray and faint and die I
Spoke there then a friend and brother,
" Rise and roll the stone away I
There are founts of life upspringing
In thy pathway every day."
Then I said my heart was sinfulVery sinful was my speech;
All the wells of God's salvation
Are too deep for me to reach.
And he answered:'" Rise and labor I
Doubt and idleness is death;
Shape thou out a goodly vessel
With the strong hands of thy faith I'
So I wrought and shaped the vessel,
Then knelt lowly, humbly there;
And I drew up living water,
With the golden chain of prayer.




A TRUE DREAM.             1(7
A TRUE DREAM.
IIJ:EAMT we danced in careless glee,
With hearts and footsteps light and free,
That one so dearly loved and I,
As in the childish days gone by
For ever.
I felt her arms around me fold,
I heard her soft laugh as of old;
iler eyes with smiles were brimming o'er,
Eyes we may meet on earth no more
For ever.
Then there came mingling with my dreams
A sense perplexed of loss and changeAn echo dim of time and tears;
Until I said: " How long it seems
Since thus we danced I Is it not strange
Do you not feel the weight of years?
Or dread life's evening shadows cold?
Or mourn to think we must grow old?"
Wondering, she paused a little while,
Then answered, with a radiant smile:' "No, never I"




178          A TRUE DREAsM.
Wondering as if to her I told
The customs of some foreign land
Or spoke a tongue she knew of old,
But could no longer understand.
Till o'er her face that sunshine broke,
And with that radiant smile she spoke
That " Never:'
But not until the dream had fled
I knew the sense of what she said;
Young with immortal truth and love,
Child in the Father's house above
For ever.
We echo back thy words again;
They smite us with no grief or pain;
We journey not towards the night,
But to the breaking of the light
Together.
Our life is no poor cisterned store
The lavish years are draining low;
But living streams that, welling o'er,
Fresh from the Living Fountain flow
For ever.




" O LORD! THOU KNO WEST."    179
"0 LORD I THOU KNO WEST."
7 HOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow
Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest'
Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow,
Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed,
I come before Thee at Thy gracious word,
And lay them at Thy feet-Thou knowest, Lord.
Thou knowest all the past; how long and blindly
On the dark mountains the lost wanderer
strayed;
HTow the good Shepherd followed, and how kindly
He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid,
And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the
pain,
And brought back life, and hope, and strength
again.'Tllou knowest all the present: each temptation,
Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear;
All to myself assigned of tribulation,
Or to beloved ones, than self more dear 1
All pensive memories, as I journey on,
Longings for vanished smiles, and voices gone I




180     "0 L ORD! THOU KNO WEST'."
Thou knowest all the future: gleams of gladnies,
By stormy clouds too quickly overcast;
Hours of sweet fellowship, and parting sadness
And the dark river to be crossed at last:
Oh! what could confidence and hope afford
To tread that path, but this-thou knowest, Lord I
Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-knowing;
As man, our mortal weakness thou hast proved;
On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing,
0 SaviourI Thou hast wept, and Thou hast
loved!
And Love and Sorrow still to Thee may come,
And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.
Therefore I come, Thy gentle call obeying,
And lay my sins and sorrows at Thy feet,
On everlasting strength my weakness staying,
Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete:
Then rising and refreshed, I leave Thy throne,
And follow on to know as I am known I




AZINISTRY.               J 8
MIiIS TR Y.
"TuB Son of Man came not to be ministered unto, but to
minister."
SLNCE service is the highest lot,
And all are in one Body bound,
In all the world the place is not
Which may not with this bliss be crowned,
The sufferer on the bed of pain
Need not be laid aside from this;
But for each kindness gives again
"This joy of doing kindnesses."
The poorest may enrich this feast,
Not one lives only to receive;
But renders through the hands of Christ
Richer returns than man can give.
The little child, in trustful glee,
With love and gladness brimming o'er
Mlany a cup of ministry
May for the weary veteran pour.
The lonely glory of a throne
May vet this lowly joy preserve;




182              MINIS TR Y.
love may make that a stepping-stone,
And raise "I reign" into "I serve."
This, by the ministries of prayer,
The loneliest life with blessings crowds,
Can consecrate each petty care,
Make angels' ladders out of clouds.
Nor serve we only when we gird
Our hearts for special ministry;
That creature best has ministered
Which is what it was meant to be.
Birds by being glad their Maker bless
By simply shining, sun and star;
And we, whose law is love, serve less
By what we do than what we are.
Since service is the highest lot
And angels know no higher bliss,
Then with what good her cup is fraught
Who was created but for this I




IT.s WELL             183
IT IS IVELL.
SO they said, who saw the wonders
Of Messiah's power and love;
So they sing, who see His glory
In the Father's house above;
Ever reading, in each record
Of the strangely varied past,
$" All was well which God appointed,
All has wrought for good at last."
And on earth we hear the echoes
Of that chorus in the sky;
Through the day of toil or weeping,
Faith can raise a glad reply.
It is well, O saints departed I
Well with you, for ever blest.
Well with us, who journey forward
To your glory and your rest I
Times are changing, days are flying,
Years are quickly past and gone,
While the wildly mingled murmur.
Of life's busy hum goes on;
Sounds of tumult, sounds of triumph,
Marriage chimes and passing-bell;
Yet through all one key-note sounding,
A ngels' watchword:" It is well."




184             IT IS TWELL.
We may hear it, through the rushing
Of the midnight tempest's wave;
We may hear it, through the weeping
Round the newly covered grave
In the dreary house of mourning,
In the darkened room of pain,
If we listen meekly, rightly,
We may catch that soothing strain
For Thine arm thou hast not shortenr i,
Neither turned away thine ear,
O Saviour! ever ready
The afflicted's prayer to hear!
Show us light, still surely resting
Over all Thy darkest ways;
Give us faith, still surely trusting
Through the sad and evil days,
And thus, while years are fieeting,
Though our joys are with them gone,
In Thy changeless love rejoicing
We shall journey calmly on;
Till at last, all sorrow over,
Each our tale of grace shall tell,
In the heavenly chorus joining:
" Lord, thou hast done all things weUll 




THI  CRO8.               136
I.
TIlE  CROSS.
"Now there stood by the Cross of Jesus Ilis mother."
T HE strongest light casts deepest shade,
The dearest love makes dreariest loss,
And she His birth so blessed had made
Stood by Him dying on the cross.
Yet since not grief but joy shall last,
The day and not the night abide,
And all time's shadows, earthward cast,
Are lights upon the " other side;"
Through what long bliss that shall not fail,
That darkest hour shall brighten on I
Better than any angel's " Hail!"
The memory of " Behold thy Son!"
Blessed in thy lowly heart to store
The homage paid at Bethlehem;
But far more blessed evermore,
Thus to have shared the taunts and shame.
Thus with thy pierced heart to have stood'Mid mocking crowds and owned Him thiue,
True through a world's ingratitude,
And owned in death by lips Divine.




186            THE CB OwR.
IL
TItE CO 0 WM..
r11HOU shalt be crowned, 0 mother blest!
Our hearts behold thee crowned c'en now i
The crown of motherhood, earth's best,
O'ershadowingr thy maiden brow.
Thou shalt be crowned! More fragrant b)ays
Then ever poet's brows entwine,
For thine immortal hymn of praise,
First Singer of the Church, are thinc.
Thou shalt be crowned! All earth and heaven
Thy coronation pomp shall see;
The Hand by which thy crown is given
Shall be no stranger's hand to thee.
Thou shalt be crowned! but not a queen;
A better triumph ends thy strife:
ITeaven's bridal raiment, white and clean,
The victor's crown of fadeless life.
Thou shalt be crowned! but not aloneNo lonely pomp shall weigh thee down;
Crowned with the myriads round His throne,
And castin(r at His feet thy crown.




P#.RA YER OUT OF THE DEPTHS.   18'
PRA YER OUT OF THiE DEPTHS.
j  LL in weakness, all in sorrow,
0 my God! I come once more,
Lifting up the sad petition
Thou hast often heard before,
In the former days of darkness,
In the time of need of yore.
For a present help in trouble
Thou hast never ceased to be,
Since at first a weeping sinner
Fell before Thee trustingly;
And Thy voice is ever sounding;
" 0 ye weary! come to Me."
Lord, Thou knowest all the weakness
Of the creatures Thou hast made,
For with mortal imperfection
Thou didst once Thy glory shade;
Thou hast loved and Thou hast sorrowed:
In the veil of flesh arrayed.
Thus I fear not to approach Thee
With my sorrow and my care;
Hear my mourning supplication,
Cast not out my humble prayer!




188   PRAYER OUT OF TIE DEPTHS.
Lay not on a greater burden
Than Thy feeble child can bear I
Earth has lost its best attractions,
All the brightest stars are goneAll is clouded now and cheerless,
Where so long a glory shone:
Where I walked with loved companions,
I must wander now alone.
All is dark on the horizon,
Clouds returning after rain;
Faith is languid, Hope is weary,
And the questions rise again:: Doth the promise fail for ever?
Hast thou made all men in vain?'
O my God I rebuke the tempter,
Let not unbelief prevail I
Pray for me, Thy feeble servant,
That my weak faith may not fail,
Nor my Hope let go her anchor
When the waves and storms assail I
All these passing changing shadows,
All these brief, bright joys belowLet me grasp them not so closely,
Nor desire nor prize them so I




PRAIYER OUT OF THE DEPTIS.   189
Nor endure this bitter anguish
IVhen Thou bid'st me let them g) I
0 Redeemer I shall one perish
Who has looked to Thee for aid?
Let me see Thee, let me hear Thee,
Through the gloomy midnight shade;
Let me hear Thy voice of comfort:
"It is I; be not afraid I "
For when feeling Thou art near me,
All my loneliness is o'er,
And the tempter's dark suggestlons
Can oppress my soul no more;
I shall dread the path no longer
Where Thyself hast gone before.
And the lights of earth all fading,
I can gaze on tearlessly,
When the glory that excelleth,
When the light of life I see.
Whom besides, in earth or heaven,
Should my heart desire, but Thee?




190              S4zLO.~.M
SAL OfMB.
S AIIE knew not what for them she sought
At His right hand and left to sit I
HIow great the glory, passing thought;
How rough the path that led to it.
They knew not what of Him they asked'
But IIe their deeper sense distilled.
Gently the selfish wish unmasked,
But all the prayer of love fulfilled.
Pride sought to lift herself on high,
And heard but of the bitter cup;
Love would but to her Lord be nigh,
And won her measure full-heaped up
With vision of His glory blessed;
Stood on the mountain by His side;
Leaned, at the Supper, on His breast;
Stood close beneath Him when He died.
One brother shared His cup of woeThe second of His martyr-band:
One, by His glory smitten low,
Rose at the touch of His right hand.




foLfWORErS.            191
Thus, when by earth's cross lights perplexed,
We crave the thing that should not be,
God, reading right our erring text,
Gives what we would ask, could we see.
- 0*
ME l 0  OR I E S
W 7THEN fall the evening shadows, long and
deep, across the hill;
Mhen all the air is fragrance, and all the breezes
still;
WVhen the summer sun seems pausing above the
mountain's brow,
As if he left reluctantly a scene so lovely now;
Then I hnger on the pathway, and I fondly gaze,
and long,
As if reading some old story those deep purple
clouds among;
Then Memory approaches, holding up her magic
glass,
Pointing to familiar figures, which across the surn
face pass.




192' MEMoRBIES.
And often do I question, as I view that phantom
train,
Whether most with joy or sadness I behold them
thus again.
They are there, those scenes of beauty, where
life's brightest hours have fled,
And I haste, with dear companions, the old paths
again to tread;
But, suddenly dissolving, all the loveliness is flown,
And T find a thorny wilderness, where I must
walk alone.
Thou art there, so loved and honored, as in each
former hour,
When we read thine eye's deep meaning, when
we heard thy words of power;
When our souls, as willing captives, have sought
to follow thine,
Tracing the eternal footsteps of Might and Love
Divine.
But o'er that cherished image falls a veil of clouds
and gloom,
And beside a bier I tremble, or I weep above a
tomb.




NJtEORI&x               193.And ever will the question come, O Memory 
again,
Whether in thy magic mirror there is most of
bliss or pain?
Would I not wish the brightness were for ever hid
from view,
If but those hours of darkness could be all for —
gotten too?
Then, weary and desponding, my spirit seeks to
rise
Away from earthly conflicts, from mortal smiles
or sighs.
I do not think the bless6d ones'with Jesus have
forgot
The changing joys and sorrows which have marked
their earthly lot;
Balt now, on Memory's record their eyes can
calmly dwell;
Thley can see, what here they trusted-God hath
done all things well;
And vain regrets and longings are as old things
passed away;
No shadows dim the sunshine of' that bright eternal Iday I




104         THE WIDO r 0oF NLxT.
THIE WIDOW1 OF NAIV.
T IIY miracles are no state splendors
Whose pomps Thy daily works excel;
The rock which breaks the stream, but renders
Its constant current audible.
The power which startles us in thunders
Works ever silently in light;
And mightier than these special wonders,
The wonders daily in our sight.
Rents in the veils Thy works that fold,
They let the inner light shine through;
The rent is new, the light is old,
Eternal, never ever new.
And, therefore, when Thy touch arrests
The bearers of that bier at Nain,
Warm on unnumbered hearts it rests,
Though yet their dead live not again.
And Thy compassionate' "Weep not!"
On this our tearful earth once heard,
For every age with comfort fraught,
Tells how Thy heart is ever stirred.




T1HE WIDO V O'Fo'AI.        1'95
Nature repeats the tale each year,
She feels Thy touch through countless springs,
And, rising from her wintery bier,
Throws off her grave-clothes, lives and sings.
And when Thy touch through earth shall thrill
This bier whereon our race is laid,
And, for the first time standing still,
The long procession of the dead
At Thy " Arise! " shall wake from clay,
Young, deathless, freed from every stain;
When Thy "Weep not 1 " shall wipe away
Tears that shall never come again;
When the strong chains of death are burst,
And lips long dumb begin to speak,
What name will each then utter first?
What music shall that silence break?




190   PA THA YS OF TIZE' OL"Y LARD.
PA TtItA YS OF THE HOLY LAND.
T]E pathways of Thy land are little changed
Since Thou wert there;
The bus}y world through other ways has ranged,
And left these bare.
The rocky path still climbs the glowing steep
Of Olivet,
Though rains of two millenniums wear it deep,
Men tread it yet.
Still to the gardens o'er the brook it leads,
Quiet and low;
Before his sheep the shepherd on it treads,
His voice they know.
The wild fig throws broad shadows o'er it still,
As once o'er Thee;
Peasants go home at evening up that hill
To Bethany.
And, as when gazing Thou didst weep o'er them,
From height to height
The white roofs of discrowned Jerusalem
Burst on our sight.




PAl TTFAYS  O0F THE Hol Y LALD&.  -197
These ways were strewed with garments once, and
palm,
Which we tread thus;
IIerc, through Thy triumph, on T'hou passedst,
calm,
On to Thy cross.
The waves have washed fresh sands upon the shore
Of Galilee;
But, cliselled in the hill-sides, evermore
Thy paths we see.
Man has not changed them in that slumbering
land,
Nor time effaced;
Where Thy feet trod to bless, we still may stand
All can be traced.
Yet we have traces of'Thy footsteps far
Truer than these;
Wherc'er the poor, and tried, and suffering are,
Thy steps faith sees.
Nor with fond sad regrets Thy steps we trace;
Thou art not dead I




198         FOR TfEE NEWF  YEAR.
Our path is onward, till we see Thy face,
And hear Thy tread.
And now, wherever meets Thy lowliest band
In praise and prayer,
lihere is Thy presence, there Thy Holy Land,
Thou, Thou, art there I
FOR TIHE NE W YEA PR
ANOTHER year l another year
Has borne its record to the skies
Another year! another year,
Untried, unproved, before us lies;
We hail with smiles its dawning rayHIow shall we meet its final day?
Another year, another year I
Its squandered hours will ne'er return
Oh! many a heart must quail with fear
O'er memory's blotted page to turn.
No record from that leaf will fade,
Not one erasure may be made.




FOR TBIE VEW  YEAR.         199
Another year, another year!
IIow many a grief has marked its flight I
Some whom we love, no more are hereTranslated to the realms of light.
Ah I none can bless the coming year
Like those no more to greet us here.
Another year, another year!
Oh! many a blessing, too, was given.
Our lives to deck, our hearts to cheer,
And antedate the joys of heaven;
But they, too, slumber in the past,
NWhere joys and griefs must sink at last.
Another year, another year!
Gaze we no longer on the past,
Nor let us shrink, with faithless fear,
From the dark shade the future casts.
The past, the future-what are they
To those whose lives may end to-day?
Another year, another year!
Perchance the last of life below.
Who, ere its close, Death's call may hear
None but the Lord of life can know
Oh! to be found, whene'er that day
May comc. pieparcd to pass away.




200 THE PERPETUITY OF JOY IN HEA rEN
Another year, another year I
Help us earth's thorny path to tread;
So may each moment bring us near
To Thee, ere yet our lives are fled.
Saviour! we yield ourselves to Thee,.For time and for eternity.
TILE PERPETUITY OF JOY  NV HEA VENV
HIERE brief is the sighing,
And brief is the crying,
For brief is the life I
The life there is endless,
The joy there is endless,
And ended the strife.
What joys are in heaven?
To whom are they given?
Ah! what? and to whom?
The stars to the earth-born,
" Best robes " to the sin-worn,
The crown for the doom I
O country the fairest!
Our country the dearest,




THE PERPETUITY OF JOY IX' BEA VE.N 201
We press toward thee I
O Sion the golden I
Our eyes now are holden,
Thy light till we see:
Thy crystalline ocean,
Unvexed by commotion,
Thy fountain of life;
Thy deep peace unspoken,
Pure, sinless, unbrokenThy peace beyond strife:'l'hy meek saints all glorious,
Thy martyrs victorious,
Who suffer no more;
Thy halls full of singing,
Thy hymns ever ringing
Along Thy safe shore.
Like the lily for whiteness,
Like the jewel for brightness,
Thy vestments, 0 Bride I
The Lamb ever with thee,
The Briderrroom  is with thee —
With thee to abide!
We know not, we know not,
Ail human words show not,




202  UTHRO UGH THE FLOOD ON FOO l
The joys we may reach;
The mansions preparing,
The joys for our sharing,
The welcome for each.
0 Sion the golden I
My eyes still are holden,
Thy light till I see;
And deep in thy glory,
Unveiled then before me,
My King, look on thee
rII R 0 UGII TIlE FL00OD ON F;O0T.
r   IIEE sun had sunk in the West. For a little while,
And the clouds which gathered to see him die
Ilad caught his dying smile.
W\'e sat in the door of our Tent,
In the cool of the day,
Toward the quiet meadow
Vollere misty shadows lay.
Thc great and terrible Land
O)f wilderness anal drought,




THROUGH THE FLOOD OX2 FOOT.'20
Lay in the shadows behind us,
For the Lord had brought us out.
The great and terrible River,
Though shrouded still from view,
Lay in the shadows before us,
But the Lord wouldbear us through.
In the stillness and the starlight,
In sight of the Blessed Land,
We thought of the bygone Desert-life,
And the burning, blinding sand.
Many a dreary sunset,
Many a dreary dawn,
We had watched upon those desert hills
As we pressed slowly on.
Yet sweet had been the silent dews
Which from God's presence fell,
And the still hours of resting
By Palm-tree and by Well,
Till we pitched our Tent at last
The Desert done,
Where we saw the hills of the Holy Land
Gleam in our sinking sun.




204   THROUGH TH   FLOOD OX FrOOT.
And we sat in the door of our Tent,
In the cool of the day,
Toward the quiet meadow
Where misty shadows lay:
We were talking about the iglg,
And our elder Brother,
As we were used often to speak
One to another.
The Lord standing quietly by,
In the shadows dim,
Smiling perhaps, in the dark, to hear
Our sweet, sweet talk of Him.
"I think in a little while,"
I said at length,
" Ve shall see I-is face in the city
Of everlasting strength;
"And sit down under the shadow
Of His smile,
W\ith great delight and thanksgiving;
To rest awhile."
"But the River-the awful River 
In 4he dying light,"




TH'ROUGH TEE TFLOOD ON FOOT.  205
And even as he spoke, the murmur
Of a River rose on the night 1
And One came up through the meadow,
VWhere the mists lay dim,
Till He stood bymy friend in the star-lighlt,
And spake to him:
" I have come to call thee Home,"
Said our veiled Guest;
" The terrible journey of life is done,
I will take thee into Rest.
" IArise I thou shalt come to the Palace,
To rest thee for ever;"
And He pointed across the (lark meadow,
And down to the River.
And my friend rose up in the shadows,
And turned to me"Be of good cheer," I said faintly,
" For Iie calleth thee."
For I knew by IIis loving voice,
IIis kingly word,
The veiled Guest in the star-light dim
1W1as Christ, the Lord I




206   TOROUGH THE FLOOD ON FOOT.
So we three went slowly down
To the River-side,
Till we stood in the heavy shadows
By the black, wild tide.
I could hear that the Lord was speaking
Deep words of grace,
I could see their blessed reflection
On my friend's pale face.
The strong and desolate tide
~Was hurrying wildly past,
As he turned to take my hand once more,
And say Farewell, at last.
" Farewell-I cannot fear,
Oh I seest thou His grace?"
And even as he spoke, he turned
Again to the Master's Face.
So they two went closer down
To the River-side,
And stood in the heavy shadows
By the black, wild tide.
But when the feet of the Lord
Were come to the waters dim,
They rose to stand, on either hand,
And left a patlh for Him;




TBR'OUGaI TIEx FLOOD OX FOOT.  207
So they two passed over swiftly
Toward the Goal,
But the wistful, longing gaze
Of the passing soul
Grew only more rapt and joyful
As he clasped the Master's hand,
I think, or ever he was aware
They were come to the Holy Land.
Now I sit alone in the door of my Teni
In the cool of the day,
Toward the quiet meadow
Where misty shadows play.'lle great and terrible Land
Of wilderness and drought,
Lies in the shadows'behind me,
For the Lord hath brought me out;
Thie great and terrible River
I stood that night to view,
Lies in the shadows before me,:But the Lord will bear me through.




~208      THE LOXGC' GOOD-NIGHT.
TIlE LONG G OOD-N'IGI T.
I  JOURNEY forth rejoicing,
From this dark vale of tears,
To heavenly joy and freedom,
From earthly bonds and fears:
Where Christ our Lord shall gather
All His redeemed again,
ilis kingdrlom to inherit.
Good-night, till then I
Go to thy quiet resting,
Poor tenement of clay!
From all thy pain and weakness
I gladly haste away; ~
But still in faith confiding
To find thee yet again,
All glorious and immortal.
Good-night, till tlhou I
Why thus so sadly weeping,
Beloved ones of my heart?
The Lord is good and gracious,
Thoudgh now Tie bids us part.




THE LONG GOOD-NIGHT.         209
O)ft have we met in gladness,
And we shall meet again,
All sorrow left behind us.
Good-night, till then I
I go to see IIis glory,
Whom we have loved below:
I go, the blessed angels,
The holy saints to know.
Our lovely ones departed,
I go to find again,
And wait for you to join us.
Good-night, till then!
I hear the Saviour calling —
The joyful hour has come:
The angel-guards are ready
To guide me to our home,
Where Christ our Lord shall gather
All His redeemed again,
Ills kingdom to inherit.
Good-night, till then




210- FOOTSTEPS ON' TlE OTIIER SID..
FOOTSTEPS ON TIlE  OTHE'R S.DB
SITTLNG in my humble doorway,
Gazing out into the night,
Listening to the stormy tumult
With a kind of sad delightWait I for the loved who6 comes not,
One whose step I long to hear;
One who, though he lingers from me,
Still is dearest of the dear.
Soft I he comes-now heart, be quick —
Leaping in triumphant pride I
Oh I it is a stranger footstep,
Gone by on the other side.
All the night seems filled with weeping
Winds are wailing mournfully;
And the rain-tears together
Journey to the restless sea.
I can fancy, sea, your murmur,
As they with your waters flow,
Like the griefs of single beings,
Mlaking up a nation's woe I
Branches, bid your guests be silent;
Hush a moment, fretful rain;
Breeze, stop sighing-let me listen,
God grant not again in vain I




GONr HOE.             211
In nly cheek the blood is rosy,
Like the blushes of a bride.
Joy! Alas! a stranger footstep
Goes on by the other side.
Ah! how many wait for ever
For the steps that do not come!
Wait until the pitying angels
Bear them to a peaceful home!
Many in the still of midnight
In the streets have lain and died,
While the sound of human footsteps
Went by on the other side.
G O.E tHOMIE.
G ONE home I  Gone home    She lingers
here no longer
A restless pilgrim, walking painfully,
WVith homesick longing, daily growing stronger,
And yearning visions of the joys to be.
GCone home! Gone home I Her earnest, active
spirit,
Her very playfulness, her heart of love I
The heavenly.mansion now she doth inherit,
Which Christ made ready ere she went above.




21-2          FUNERAL HMNV.
Gone home  Gone home! The door through'which she vanished
Closed with a jar, and left us here alone.
We stand without, in tears, forlorn and banished,
Longfing to follow where one loved has gone.
Gone home Gone home l Oh  shall we evet
reach her,
See her again, and know her for our own?
Will she conduct us to the heavenly Teacher,
And bow beside us, low before His throne?
Gone home   Gone homel  0 human-hearted
Saviour!
Give us a balm to soothe our heavy woe;
And if Thou wilt, in tender, pitying favor,
IHasten the time when we may rise and go I
FUNERA L IHYMN,
C OME forth I come on, with solemn song 
The road is short, the rest is long.
The Lord brought here, 119 calls away
Make no delay,
This home was for a passing day.




FUNEiRA L HYX.           213
Here in an inn a stranger dwelt,
Here joy and grief by turns he felt;
Poor dwelling, now we close thy door I
The task is o'er,
The sojourner returns no more.
Now of a lasting home possessed,
He goes to seek a deeper rest.
Good-night I the day was sultry here
In toil and fear;
Good-night I the night is cool and cleai
Chime on, ye bells I again begin,
And ring the Sabbath morning in.'Tle laborer's week-day work is done,
The rest begun,
Whlich Christ hath for His people won
Now open to us gates of peace I
IIere let the pilgrim's journey cease;
Ye quiet slumberers, make room
In your still home
For the new stranger who has come!
HIow many graves around us lie I
How many homes are in the sky I




214         WE ARE;THE  LOBRD'&
Yes, for each saint doth Christ prepare
A place with care.
Thy home is waiting, brother, there.
Jesus, Thou rcignest, Lord, alone;
Thou wilt return and claim Thine own.
Come quickly, Lord I return again I
Amen I Amen I
Thine seal us ever, now and then I
1WE ARE THE LORD'S.
WT E are the Lord's. his, earthly life and
spirit 
WVe are the Lord's, who once fbr all men died I
We are the Lord's, and shall all things inherit I
We are the Lord's, who wins us all beside I
We are the Lord's I So in most holy living,
Glad let us, body, soul, be His alone;
And heart and mouth, and act join, witness giving
That it is surely true: we are His own I
We are the Lord's! So in the dark vale gleaming,
One star dispels our fear, and keeping ward,




EUTIIAASY                 215
Doth light our way with sweet unchangeful beaming:
It is the precious Word. We're thine, 0 Lord I
We are the Lord's! So will IIe on the morrow'Watch our last pang, when other help rewards
No pain, and Death brings not a touch of sorrow
This Word's for ever true: we are the Lord's.
E UTHA NA S Y.
1-TE need no change of sphere
V     To view the heavenly sights, or hear
The songs which dtngels sing. The.hand
Which gently pressed the sightless orbs:ere
while,
Giving them light, a worU.f be.auty, and the
friendly smile,
Can cause. our eyes to see the better land.
We need no wings
To soar aloft to realms of higher things
But only feet which walk the paths of peace,
Guided by IHim whose voice
Greets every ear, makes every heart rejoice,
Saying, Arise. and walk where sorrows cease.




216             EUTfHANASrs.
Visiting spirits are near;
They are not wholly silent, but we can not hear
Nor understand their speech.
Our Saviour caught Jfis Father's word,
And men of old, dreaming and walking, heard
The breathings of a world we can not reach.
iThey mounted to the skies,
And read deep mysterics.
While yet on earth, they placed a ladder there
Like Jacob's, that each round should lead,
By prayer outspoken, in a word or deed,
The soul to heights of clearer, purer air.
They saw no messenger of gloom
In him whom we call Death, nor met their doom
As prisoner his sentence; but naturally, as bud
unfolds to flower,
As child to man, so man to angelThey recognizing death the glad evangel,
Recading to higher scenes of life and power.




TIE ELE VENTIt o UR.        217
THE EL E  EiVTH HO UR.
1AINT and worn and aged
One stands knocking at a gate
Though no light shines in the casement,
Knocking though so late.
It has struck eleven
In the courts of heaven,
Yet he still doth knock and wait.
qWhile no answer cometh
From the heavenly hill,
Blessed angels wonder
At his earnest will.
Hope and fear but quicken
While the shadows thicken:
Ice is knocking, knocking still.
Grim the gate unopened
Stands with bar and lock:
Yet within the unseen Porter
I-Tearkens to the knock.
Doing and undoing,
Faint and yet pursuing,
This man's feet are on the Rock.




218        TuE ELEVENTH HOlR
With a cry unceasing,
Knockceth, prayeth he:
"Lord, have mercy on me
When I cry to Thee."
WVith a knock unceasing,And a cry increasing:
" 0 my Lord I remember me.'
Still the Porter standeth,
Love-constrained He standeth near
While the cry increaseth
Of that love and fear:
"Jesus, look upon meChrist, hast Thou foregone me?If I must, I perish here."
Faint the knocking ceases,
Faint the cry and call:
Is he lost indeed for ever,
Shut without the wall?
5Mighty Arms surround him,
Arms that sought and found him,
Ieldl, withield, and bore through all.
() celestial mansion!
Open wide the door




"RRI'GLIYxG O UR SHEA V'Es WITff US." 219
Crown and robes of whiteness,
Stone inscribed before,
Flockinc angels bear them;
Stretch thy hand and wear them;
Sit thou down, for evermrore.
"L'RLNGIlV   O UR SHTEA VES TVTIHf  US."
TIIE time for toil is past, and night has come,
The last and saddest of the harvest eves;
Worn out with labor long and wearisome,
Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten'horne,
Each laden with his sheaves.
Last of the laborers, Thy feet I gain,
Lord of the harvest! and my spirit grieves
That I am burdened, not so much with grain
As with a heaviness of heart and brain.
Master, behold my sheaves!
Few, light, and worthless-yet their trifling weighllt
Through all my frame a weary aching leaves;
For long I struggled with my hapless fate,
And staid-and toiled till it was dark and lateYet these are all my sheaves I




220 ".BRI2GINGV  O UR SJI.A rES WITH US."
Full well I know I have more tares than wheat —
Brambles and flowers, dry stalks, and withered
leaves;
Wherefore I blush and weep, as at Thy feet
I kneel down reverently, and repeat,
" Master, behold my sheaves 1"
I know these blossoms, clustering heavily
With evening dew upon their folded leaves,
Can claim no value nor utilityTherefore shall fragrancy and beauty be
The glory of my sheaves.
So do I gather strength and hope anew;
For well I know thy patient love pereeives
Not what I did, but what I strove to doAnd though the full, ripe ears be sadly few
Thou wilt accept my sheaves.




INDEX TO SUBJEUCTM.
PAGs
&1l is Known  to Thee,.................,,..,,.,.,.....   20
A  Little While,..........................................   45
Alone, yet not Alone,....................................                     51
Anchor within  the Veil, the,......................... 109
All is Light.......................................... 123
Asleep  on  Guard,.................................... 132
All in  Christ,...........................................  163
Abide with  Us,....................... 170
Border Lands, the,......................................  18
Bridegroom's Dove, the.................................    85
Bridges................................................  126
Burial of Moses, the,................................. 138
Better Life, the,................................... 172
Bringing our Sheaves with  Us,...........................  219
Changed  Cross, the,........................    5
Call, the,................................  82
Cross and  Crown, the..................................   86
Coming,................................................   116
Christian  and  His Echo, the,......................... 144
Comfort by the Way,......................... 147
Christmas Hymn, a.....................................  158
Communion  with  God,................................ 158
Cross, the,.............................................. 185
Crown, the............................................. 186
Delectable  Mountains, the,............................... 107
Distractions in  Prayer................................   118
Drawing Water......................................... 115
Evening  Prayer,..................................            62
Even e,.................................... 87
Eleveuth  Hour,th.................. 21




222                     1NDEXf TO SUIJEOTS.
I'AGOK
Eutharasy,............................                                         215
Faith's Repose,..................................... 1C6
Father, take my  HIand,.....................128
For the New Year.....................................   98
Footsteps on  the Other Side,............................  210
Funeral Htymn,.....................................                             212
Gone IIome,.........................................   211
Cod  our Streng th,........                                    15
God, my'Exceeding  Joy...............................
God's Support and  Guidance,............;........   41
God's Anvil.........................................                             85
Grief was sent for thy  Good,...........................   96
God's Ways,.............................................. 111
Gracious Answer, the,.............................   130
hfoly  Tears,.............................................   18
Hinder me Not,.........................................   47
Heaven.,.............................. 58
Hour of Prayer, the,.................................... 134
Hymn  of Trust,...................................  187
hEimself hath Done It.................... 165
h Am..................................................  4
I Cling to  Thee,.......................................    50
In  Heaven,........................................                  72
It is I; Be not Afraid..................................  *T
It is Well,........................................   1S8
Lost Treasures,........................................  25
Leave  IMe not Now,..........................              105
Longings................................................                        124
Liliht in  Darkness,..................................... 151
I,iving Waters,-..........................                                       16]
Long  Godl-N'ight, the,.................... 20E
Less and' More,...................................... 146
MIeeting  Place, the,.........................9.......      9
lMy  Times are  in  Thy  IHand,...................   16
Mary's Choice..........................................  82
My Lambs,............................................   18
My Guest................................. 114




IYDEX TO SUCsJf(ITS.                                       2'23PAGOE
Ministry,................................................ 181
Memories,............................................. 191
Near Home,............................................    83
Near Jesus..................................                                           66
Nature  and  Faith.......................................   76
Now,.................................            141
Need of Jesus, the,............................... 142
Oh! for the Happy Days Gone By,22.............. 22
One  by  One.............3............................   31
011! to  be  Ready...8..............4..................   84
Oh!  my  Saviour Crucified,...........................   89
Onward,................................................   95
O Lord! Thou KrIowest,............................. 17T
Pilgrim, the...........................................             11
Pilgrim's Wants, the,...................................  56
Pilgrim   of Earth.......................................   69
Peace of God, the,....................................   89
Peace..................................................   91
Prayer for Strength,.............................,....   98
Pray  for whom   thou  Lovest,.............................. 174
Perpetuity  of Joy  in  Heaven............................ 200
Pathways of the  Holy  Land,............................. *.6
Prayer out of the Depths............................... 187
Quiet Mind, a,......................................                                  121
Return  thee to  thy  Rest,..............................   65
Retrospect,...............................................                             148
Sunday,.................................................   27
School of  Suffering,................................        52
Supplication,................................                                         61
Scenes on  Jordan's Strand...........................   97
Sufferer cheered, the...................................                              161
Salome,...................1...............90.........  190
There  is Light  Beyond,...................II........   99
Thy Will Be  Done,......................................   185
Thy Will Be  Done,...............2...................... 10
They shall be Mine,..................                                            108




224                I.NDEX TO SUBJECTS.
PAGi
Tempest-Tossed, the,....................... 14G
Time for Prayer, the,...................... 156
True Dream, a........................................ 177
Through the Flood on   Boot,.............................    202
Voice from  Heaven, a........................   59
Verdict of Death, the,.................................  153
Wandering Heart, the.................................  C3
Wh)lly Resigned,.........................  15
Who Is my Brother?......................................................... C8
What is this that He Saith?............................  71
Widow of Nain, the,........................   194
Way, the Truth, and tho Life, thc.......... 154
We are the Lord',,.......................................




INDEX To FIRST LIN.ES.
After long days of storms and showers,....2..........     27
Aias! for the wildly wandering heart,............i.........    6
Amid the shadows and the fears,..                                          109
All in weakness, all in sorrow,............................ IS7
Another year, another year,..............................  198
Beyond the smiling and the weeping......................  45
Beyond the stars that shine in golden glory,...............   99
By Nebo's lonely mountain,.............................                      188
Breezes of spring, all earth to life awaking,...............  157
Christ leads us through no darker rooms,..............      15
Come forth I come on with solemn song,..................  212
Early my spirit turned,.....................................  89
Father, I know that all my life,.........................   18
Father, into Thy loving hands,.................1........    13
Forsake me not, my God,............................  41
Father of mercy I at the close of day,....................  6$
Father I before Thy footstool kneeling,...................i. 93
Four little words, no more,............................... 101
Father, beneath Thy sheltering wing...................... 106
Faint, and worn, and aged,.................2......... 211
Gone home I gone home I  She lingers here no longer,...... 211
Hinder me not I the path is long and weary,........;.....  47
How few who from  their youthful day,....................  ]11
How  doth Death speak of our beloved,..................  1.50
Himself hath done it all,................................. 165
Here brief is the sighing,..............................  00
It was a time of sadness, and my heart,...................    5
I want that adorning divine,...................                          66
I shine in the light of God,............................                   69
I.want to live near Jesus................................. 




226             INDEX TO FIRST LIJNdI
I loved them so,...................................  78
I see them  far away,.............................. 107
I cannot pray; yet, Lord, Thou kuowest..................  118
I have a wonderful Guest............................... 114
It may be in the evening,................................ 116
I have a treasure which I prize,......................... 121
1 have a bridge within my heart,.................126
I need Thee, precious Jesus,......................... 142
I journey through a desert drear and wild,............... 147
In human form enthroned,.......................    158
In thee, my heart, 0 Jesus! finds repose,.................  16.
In some wild Eastern legend the story has been told,....... 167
I had drank with lips unsated,..1.................1.........,
I dreamt we danced in careless glee......................  17
1 journey folrth rejoicing,.............................. 208
Jesus, engrave it on my heart.........                           82
Let us be patient, God has taken from us,...25
Lord, hear my prayer................................. 61
Lord, I hear of showers of blessing,......8..............    87
Life's mystery —deep, restless as the ocean.............. 91
Leave me not now while still the shade is creeping,........ 105
Lord, I am come along with Thee,........................   58
MIan, in his weakness, needs a stronger stay,..............  16
My God, whose gracious pity I may claim,...........  20
My Dove I The Bridegroom  speaks,...................   B5
Must I my brother keep.................................   6
lMust Jesus bear the cross alone,..............86........  86
bMy God, is any hour so sweet,.......................... 1.4
Oh! for the happy days gone by,...................... 2
One by one the sands are flowing,....................  81
One sweetly solemn thought..............................   88
Oh I to be ready when death shall come...............84
O holy Saviour I Friend unseen,..........................
Oh I heaven is nearer than mortals think................   58
O Loving One 1 O Bounteous One I.......................  148
Oh l for the peace which fioweth as a river,............nT
O my Saviour crncflied.......8.........................




LVDEX 7'0 FIrBST LNES.                        227
0 shame! we're sometimnes fain to say,........       1823
0 Love Divine I that stooped to share....................  187
Pilgrim of earth, who art journeying to heaven,...........  69
Pain's furnace-heat within me quivers,..............  85
Return, return thee to thy only rest,.....................   65
Rise! for the day is passing,............................. 141
Still onward through this land of foes,....................  11
Saviour, beneath Thy yoke..............................   52
Silence filled the courts of heaven,................ 2....  7
Some there are who seem exempted,..............  96
Say! shall I take the thorn away?............... 161
Since service is the highest lot............................  81
So they said who saw the wonders....................... 1S8
She knew not what for them she sought,................... 190
Sitting in my humble doorway,..................... 210
Thou bidd'st us call,................................... 4
Tossed with rough winds and faint with fear,..............  75
The night was dark; behold, the shade was deeper,........  s2
Traveller, faint not on the road,.........................   95
There came a little child with sunny hair,...........   97
They shall be mine,................................    103
The way is dark, my Father,...........................  12S
The way is dark, my child,...........................  100
True faith, producing love to God and man,........      144
Two Prayers, dear Lord, in One,.....................  146
Thou art the W\ay,....................................    154
The tender light is fading where,........................  170
Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow,...........  179
The strongest light casts deepest shade,......1.1........  1S5
Thou shalt be crowned, 0 mother blest I..................  186
Thy miracles are no state splendors,............  194
The pathways of Thy land are little changed,.............  196
The sun had sunk in the west,.........................   209
The time for toil is past,..................                21P... 219
We are the Lord's.  His, earthly life and spirit.........   214
We need no change of sphere....1............15




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Where the faded flower shall freshen,.....................
When no kind earthly friend is near........................  6
We wept-'twas Nature wept, but Faith,..................  7f
We ask for peace, 0 Lord I...............................  89
What though storm-clouds gather round me,.............. 123
Whien shall I be at rest?................................. 124
We see not, know  not, all our way......................... 135
When is the time for prayer?............................. 156
When we reach a quiet dwelling,..........................  172
When fall the evening shadows long and deep............  191
YeYs, thou may'st weep..................................  13
ues, pray for whom  thou lovoet,....    1................ 114