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THE Poems contained in this Volume have
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The publisher has designed it as a companionbook to THE CHANGED CROSS, which has
proved so acceptable to a large class of Christian readers.




CONSIDER..
Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief
We are as they;
Like them we fade away,
As dath a leaf.
Consider
The sparrows of the air of small account;
Our God doth view
Whether they fall or mount —
He guards us too.
Consider
The lilies that do neither spin nor toil,
Yet are most fair;
What profits all this care
And all this toil?
Consider
The birds that have no barn nor harvest weets
God gives them food;
Much more our Father seeks
To do us good.




THE
SHAD 0 W OF THE R  OCK
AND OTHER POEMS.
THE SHADOW OF TIHE RIOCK.
THE Shadow of the Rock I
Stay, Pilgrim, stay I
Night treads upon the heels of day;
There is no other resting-place this way.
The Rock is near,
The well is clearRest in the Shadow of the Rock! I
The Shadow of the Rock I
The desert wide
Lies round thee like a trackless tide,
In waves of sand forlornly multiplied.
The sun is gone,
Thou art aloneRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock I
All come alone;
(7)




ETHE SHADOW OF THE ROCK.
All, ever since the sun hath shone,
WI.o traveled by this road have come alone.
Be of good cheerA home is hereRest in the Shadow of the Rock 
The Shadow of the Rock I
Night veils the land;
HIow the palms whisper as they stand I
How the well tinkles faintly through the sand I
Cool water take
Thy thirst to slakeRest in the Shadow of the Rock!
The Shadow of the Rock I
Abide I Abide I
This Rock moves ever at thy side,
Pausing to welcome thee at eventide.
Agea are laid
Beneath its shadeRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock! I
Always at hand,
Unseen it cools the noon-tide land,
And quells the fire that flickers in the sand.
It comes in sight
Only at nightRest in the Shadow of the Rock I




THE SHA4DO W OF THE ROCK.         o
The Shadow of the Rock I'Mid skies storm-riven
It gathers shadows out of heaven,
And holds them o'er us all night cool and even,
Through the charmed air
Dew falls not thereRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock I
To angels' eyes
This Rock its shadow multiplies,
And at this hour in countless places lies
One Rock, one shade,
O'er thousands laidRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock I
To weary feet,
That have been diligent and fleet,
The sleep is deeper and the shade more sweett
O weary, rest I
Thou art sore pressedRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock 
Thy bed is made;
Crowds of tired souls like thine are laid
This night beneath the self-same placid shade,




10            NVIGHT SONG.
They who rest here
Wake with Heaven nearRest in the Shadow of the Rock.
The Shadow of the Rock i
Pilgrim I sleep sound;
In night's swift hours with silent bound,
TLe Rock will put thee over leagues of ground,
Gaining more way
By night than dayRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
The Shadow of the Rock 1
One day of pain,
Thou scarce wilt hope the Rock to gain,
Yet there wilt sleep thy last sleep on the plain
And only wake
In Heaven's daybreakRest in the Shadow of the Rock I
NIG fHT SONG.
EART, be still I
In the darkness of thy woe,
Bow thee silently and low;
Comes to thee whate'er God will;Be thou still I




NIGHT SOG.               l
Be thou still t
Vainly all thy words are spoken;
Till the Word of God hath broken
Life's dark mysteries-good or illBe thou still I
Sleep thou still I'Tis thy Father's work of grace,
Wait thou yet before His face,
He'll thy sure deliverance will
Keep thou still I
Lord my God i
By thy grace, 0 may I be
All-submission, silently,
To the chastenings of thy rod;
Lord my God I
Shepherd, King I
From thy fullness, grant to me
Still, yet fearless faith in Thee,
Till, from night the day shall sprmg I
Shepherd, King I




12               UPWARD.
UP WAR D I
ITPWARD, where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent in their turning
Round the never-changing pole;
Upward, where the sky is brightest,
Upward, where the blue is lightest,
Lift I now my longing soul t
Far above that arch of gladness,
Far beyond those clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair I
Far from pain, and sin, and folly,
In that palace of the holy,
I would find my mansion there!
Where the glory brightly dwelleth,
Where the new song sweetly swelleth,
And the discord never comes;
Where life's stream is ever laving,
And the palm is ever wavingThat must be the home of homes!
Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted,
Lord of lords and King of kings!




BE ENO WETI ALL.            13
Son of man, they crown, they crown Him I
Son of God, they own, they own Him I
With His name the palace rings I
Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at His bless6d feet I
Poor the praise that now we render 
Loud shall be our voices yonder,
When before His Throne we meet
HE KNOWETH ALL.
T[HE twilight falls, the night is new,
I fold my work away,
And kneel to One who bends to hear
The story of the day.
The old, old story; yet I kneel
To tell it at Thy call;
And cares grow lighter as I feel
That Jesus knows them all.
Yes, all I The morning and the night,
The joy, the grief, the loss,
The roughened path, the sunbeam bright,
The hourly thorn and cross.
2




14            BOOMEWARDS.
Thou knowest all-I lean my head,
My weary eyelids close;
Content and glad awhile to tread
This path, since Jesus knows I
And He has loved me I All my heart
With answering love is stirred,
And every anguished pain and smart
Finds healing in the Word.
go here I lay me down to rest,
As nightly shadows fall,
&nd lean, confiding, on His breast,
Who knows and pities all!
H'OMhE WA R D S!
DROPPING down the troubled rive,
To the tranquil, tranquil shore;
Dropping down the misty river,
Time's willow-shaded river,
To the spring-embosomed shore;
Where the sweet light shineth ever,
And the sun goes down no more
O wondrous, wondrous shore I
Dropping down the winding river,
To the wide and welcome sea;




HOMEW ARh'DS.            1
Dropping down the narrow river,
Man's weary, wayward liver,
To the blue and ample sea;
Where no tempest wrecketh ever
Where the sky is fair and free;
O joyous, joyous sea I
Dropping down the noisy river,
To our peaceful, peaceful home;
Dropping down the turbid river,
Earth's bustling, crowded river,
To our gentle, gentle home;
Where the rough roar riseth never,
And the vexings cannot come;
O loved and longed for home I
Dropping down the eddying rives,
With a Helmsman true and tried
Dropping down the perilous river —
Mortality's dark liver,
With a sure and Heavenly Guide;
Even Him who, to deliver
My soul from death, hath died;
0 Helmsman, true and tried I
Dropping down the rapid river,
To the dear and deathless land;
Dropping down the well-known river,
Life's swoll'n and rushing river.




16           THE LO VIA G 6'UP.
To the resurrection-land;
Where the living, live for ever,
And the dead have joined the band,
0 fair and blessed land I
THE L O VING C UP.
COME, drink ye, drink ye, all, of it,
Pale children of a King;
No poison mingles in the draught,
So, while ye suffer, sing.'Tis Love's own Life hath won it us,
Christ's lip hath pressed the brim,Come, drink ye, drink ye, all, of it,
In fellowship with Him I
0 shun not thou the Loving Cup,
Nor tremble at its hue;
There is no bitter in the bowl,
But Jesus drank it, too.
He counts thy tears, and knows thy pain,
Yea, every woe is weighed;
And not a cross He bids thee bear,
But once on Him was laid.
Come, drink thou of the Loving Cup I
Thou wouldst not pass it by?'Tis kept for every chosen one
()f God's dear family:




THWE' SINNER'S FRIEND        1
Nor, unbelieving, turn aside;
The Lord the cup bestows;
And 0 His face, above thee bent,
With love and pity glows I
Those hands, once bleeding on the Cro3,
Are now outstretched to bless;
He draws thee closer to His heart
For that draught's bitterness;
He hears thy faintly sobbing breath,
He marks each quivering limb;
He drank a cup for thee aloneChild I drink it now with Him.
Let earth bring forth her bitter herbs,
Soon all their power shall cease;
Come tribulation if it will,
With Christ's abiding Peace.
I take the cup-the Loving Cup,
Thrice blessed shall it be;
I would not miss one gift, 0 Lord,
Thy Blood hath bought for me 1
TIlE SINNER'S FRIEND.
TEIOU, the co ntrite sinner's Friend,
Who loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me I




18         TlEE SINALNES FRIEND.
When, weary in the Christian race,
Far-off appears my resting-place,
And fainting, I mistrust Thy graceThen. Saviour, plead for me I
When I have err'd and gone astray
Afar from Thine and Wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering guiding rayStill, Saviour, plead for me i
When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me I
And when my dying hour draws near,
Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in Heaven for me I
When the full light of Heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say, Thou hast wash'd them all away;
Oh, say, Thou plead'st for me I




THE WA Y IS LONG, ATC.        19
TEE WA Y IS LONG AND D.REA R R
THE way is long and dreary,
The path is bleak and bare;
Our feet are worn and weary,
But we will not despair.
More heavy was Thy burthen,
More desolate Thy way;
O Lamb of God, who takest
The sin of the world away,
Have mercy on us I
The snows lie thick around us,
In the dark and gloomy night;
And the tempest wails above us,
And the stars have hid their light.
But blacker was the darkness
Round Calvary's Cross that da)
O Lamb of God, that takest
The sin of the world away,
Have mercy on us I
Our hearts are faint with sorrow,
Heavy and sad to bear;
For we dread the bitter morrow,
But we will not despair.




20      THE DEA TII OT' A BELIEVER.
Thou knowest all our anguish,
And Thou wilt bid it cease.
O Lamb of God! who takest
The sin of the world away,
Give us Thy peace I
THIE DEATH OF A BELIEVER
THE Apostle slept; a light shone in the prison
An angel touched his side;
"Arise," he said, and quickly he hath risen,
His fettered arms untied.
The watchers saw no light at midnight gleaming
They heard no sound of feet;
The gates fly open, and the saint still dreaming,
Stands free upon the street.
So when the Christian'& eyelid droops and closes
In Nature's parting stnife,
A friendly angel stands where he reposes
To wake him up to life.
Ee gives a gentle blow, and so releases
The spirit fiom its clay;
From sin's temptations and firom life's distressm
He bids it cone away.




TRE DEA TH OP A BELIEVER.   21
It rises up, and from its darksome mansion
It takes its silent flight,
And feels its freedom in the large expansion
Of Heavenly air and light.
Behindl, it hears Time's iron gates close faintly;
It is now far from them,
For it has reached the city of the saintly,
The new Jerusalem I
A voice is heard on earth of kinsfolk weeping
The loss of one they love;
But he is gone Where the redeemed are keeping
A festival above.
The mourners throng the way, and from the
steeple
The funeral-bell tolls slow;
But on the golden streets the holy people
Are passing to and fro;
And saying, as they meet, " Rejoice I another
Long-waited-for is come;
The Saviour's heart is glad, a younger brother
Hath leached the Father's home 1"




22         EARTH AND HEA V2'/.
EARTH AND HEA VEN
rIHE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day;
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away I
Oh, for the pearly gates of Heaven!
Oh, for the golden floor I
Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth nevermore I
The brightest hopes we cherish here
How fast they tire and faint;
How many a spot det!cs the robe
That wraps an earthly saint I
Oh, for a heart that never sins!
Oh, for a soul wash'd white I
Oh, for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary,day nor night I
Here faith is ours, and Heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness, and peace,
Beyond our best desire.
Oh, by Thy love, and anguish, Lord,
And by Thy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from Thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown I




UNVDERTAKE FOR AME.          28
UNDERTAKE FOR AME 
AS those that watch for the day,
Through the restless night of pain,
When the first faint streaks of gray
Bring rest and ease againAs they turn their sleepless eyes
The Eastern sky to see,
Long hours before sunriseSo waiteth my soul for Thee I
As those that watch for the day,
Through the long, long night of grief,
When the soul can only pray
That the day may bring relief,When the eyes, with weeping spent,
No dawn of hope can see,
But the heart keeps watch intent,So waiteth my soul for Thee 1
As those that watch for the day,
Through that deepest night of all,
When trembling, and sin have sway,
And the shades of Thy absence fall:
As they search through clouds of fear
The Morning Star to see,
And the Light of Life appearSo waiteth my soul for Thee I




24    7THE UNDISCO VERED CO UNIR Y
As those that watch for the day,
And know that the day will rise,
Though the weary hours delay,
As they pass under midnight skies,
Though the Sun of Righteousness
Only Faith's eye can see,
Because Thou hast promised to blessLord Jesus, I wait for Thee I
TIHE UNDISCO VERED CO U1NTR Y.
COULD we but know
The land that ends our dark, uncertain travel
Where lie those happier hills and meadows low
h I if beyond the spirit's inmost cavil
Aught of that country could we surely know,
Who would not go?
Might we but hear
The hovering angels' high imagined chorus,
Or catch, betimes, with wakeful eyes and clear
One radiant vista of the realm before usWith one rapt moment given to see and hear,
Ah, who would fear 
Were we quite sure
D'o find the peerless friend who left us lonely,
Or there, by some celestial stream as pure,




TIE ANVS W.R.            2L
To gaze in -yes that here were lovelit only —
This w6ary mortal coil, were we quite suie,
Who would endure?
THE A NS WEIR.
"; nTHO would not go"!  With buoyant steps, to gain that blessed
portal,
Which opens to the land we long to know?
Where shall be satisfied the soul's immortal,
Where we shall drop the wearying and the wo
In resting so?
"Ah, who would fear?"
Since, sometimes through the distant pearly portal,
Unclosing to some happy soul a-near,
We catch a gleam of glorious light immortal,
And strains of heavenly music faintly hear,
Breathing good cheer I
"Who would endure"
To walk in doubt and darkness with misginng,
When He whose tender promises are sureThe Crucified, the Lord, the Ever-livingKeeps us those " mansions" evemnore secure
By waters pure 
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26       ARE TH.RE FEW SA K ET
Oh, wondrous land t
Fairer than all our spirit's fairest dreaming:
" Eye hath not seen "-no heart can understani
The things prepared, the cloudless radiance streaming.
How longingly we wait our LoId's command —
Hib opening hand I
Oh, dear ones there I
Whose voices, hushed, have left our pathway
lonely,
We come, ere long, your blessed home to share;
We take the guiding Hand, we trust it onlySeeing, by faith, beyond this clouded air,
That land so fair I
cO RD, ARE THERE FE W  THAT BE SA VEDI
WHETHER there many be, or few,
Elect the heavenly goal to win,
Truly, I know not-this I knowThat none who march with footsteps slow,
That none who fight with hearts untrue,
That none who serve with service cold,
The Eternal City can behold,
Or enter in.




ARE THERE FEW SA VED?         27
Whether there many be who thrive
In their vast suit for that vast love,
Truly, I know not-this I knowThat love lives not in outward show,
That but to seek is not to strive;
That thankless praises, empty prayers,
Can claim no bond, for will of theirs
His court to move.
How long the door, unfastened now,
Shall open by His grace remain,
Truly, I know not-this I knowIf once that grace aside He throw,
No tear, no sigh, no anguished vow,
Gnashing of teeth, wringing of hands,
Shall draw the bolts and loose the bands
Ever again.
Hlow long His wrath may yet forbear,
And sheathe His sword, and hide His rod,
Truly, I know not-this I knowHe points the arrows of His bow,
While speed apace that night of fear,
Of debt unpaid, of work undone,
Where Mercy, Pardon, Hope is none,
Laid up with God I




28       LORD, THOU ART MINVE
LORD, THOU ART MINE 
LORD, Thou art mine,
Send help to me I
Christ, I alm Thine,
Deliver me I
Then shall 1 praise and sing,
My soul, bless thou thy God and King I"
Mercies are Thine,
Remember me I
Sad sins are mine,
Oh, pardon me I
Then shall I praise and sing,
"My soul, bless thou thy God and King I"
Goodness is Thine,
Lord, pity me I
Evil is mine,
Forsake not me I
Then shall I praise and sing,
M: My soul, bless thou thy God and King Il
All light is Thine,
Oh, shine on me I
Darkness is mine,
Enlighten me I
Then shall I praise and sing,
"My soul, bless thou thy God and King I"




W.N STOOD BESIDE THE RIVER.    29
True life is Thine,
Breathe it on me I
All death is mine,
Oh, quicken me I
Then shall I praise and sing,
"My soul, bless thou thy God and King i'
WE STOOD BESIDE THE RIVER
RE stood beside the river,
Whence all our souls must go,
Bearing a loved one in our arms,
Our hearts repeating the alarms
That came across the river;
And saw the sun decline in mist,
That rose until her brow it kissed,
And left it cold as snow.
Watching beside the river,
With every ebb and flow,
Fond hopes within our hearts would spr.nng;
Until another warning ring
Came o'er the fearful river.
We saw the flush, the brightness fade,
The loving lips look grieved and sad,
The white hands whiter grow.
Watching by the river,
With anguish none can teoll
8*




80     WX STOOD BESIDE iTHE RIVER.
And trembling hearts and hands, we stzove
To save the darling of our love
From going down the river I
Oh, powerless, but to weep and pray,
AMnd grieve for one who, far away,
Had said his last farewell I
Weeping by the river,
There came a blessed time,
A solemn calm spread all around,
Making it seem like holy ground,
Beside the silent liver I
The world receding from our eyes,
Caught gleams of that dear land which lies
In Canaan's happy clime I
And there, beside the river,
Came lessons strange and sweet,
The perfect work of patience done,
The warfare finished, victory won
With weak hands by the river I
The childlike fear, the clinging love,
The darkness brightened from above,
The peace at Jesus' feet I
Waiting by the river,'Through mingled night and day,
Sweet memories round our hearts we blring
Of Jesus' love and Heaven we sing,




INEELING AT THR THR ESHOLD.    31
To soothe her by the river;
And wept for one whose heart would breal,
Be pitiful for Jesus' sake.
Father in heaven, we pray I
Standing by the nrver,
We closed the weary eyes,
In Jesus' arms we laid her down,
A lovely jewel for His crown.
He bore her through the river,
And clothed her in a robe so white,
Too beautiful for mortal sight,
And took her to the skies I
KNVEELING AT THE THRESHOLD.'M1 kneeling at the threshold, weary, faint, and
sore;
Waiting for the dawning, for the opening of the
door;
Waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and
come,
To the glory of His presence, to the gladness of
His home I
A weary path I've traveled,'mid darkness, storm,
and strife:
Bearing many a burden, struggling for my life;




32    KNEELING) AT THE  THRESHOLD.
But now the morn is breaking, my toil will soon
be o'er,
1'an kneeling at the threshold, my hand is on the
door
Retihinks I hear the voices of the bless6d as they
stand,
Singing in the sunshine in the far-off sinless land;
Oh, would that I were with them, amid their shin
ing throng,
Mingling in their worship, joining in their song I
The friends that started with me have entered
long ago;
One by one they left me struggling with the foe;
Their pilgrimage was shorter, their triumph surer
won,
How lovingly they'll hail me, when all my toil is
doneI
With them the blessed angels that know no griel
or sin,
[ see them by the portals, prepared to let me in.
O Lord, I wait Thy pleasure; Thy time and way
are best;
But I'm wasted, worn, and weary; 0 Father, bid
nme rest I




GOD TO ORDFR ALL THY WAYS.   38
L, I VFE GOD TO ORDER ALL TIY W.A Y,
LEAVE God to order all thy ways,
And hope in Him, whate'er betide;
Thou'lt find Him in the evil days
An all-sufficient strength and guide.
Who trusts in God's unchanging love,
Builds on the rock that naught can move.
What can these anxious cares availThese never-ceasing moans and sighs I
What can it help us to bewail
Each painful moment as it flies?
Our cross and trials do but press
The heavier for our bitterness.
Only your restless heart keep still,
And wait in cheerful hope, content
To take whate'er His gracious will,
His all-discerning love, hath sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To HIim who chose us for His own I
He knows when joyful hours are best,
He sends them as He sees it meet;
When thou hast borne its fiery test,
And now art freed from all deceit,
He comes to thee all unaware.
And makes thee own His loving care




34     GLORY  IN TRIBU TLA TION ALSO.
Nor, in the heat of pain and strife,
Think God hath cast thee off unheard
Nor I hat the man whose prosperous life
Thou enviest, is of him preferred.
Time passes, and much change doth bring
And sets a bound to everything.
All are alike before His face:'Tis easy to our God most high
To make the rich man poor and base,
To give the poor man wealth and joy.
True wonders still of Him are wrought,
Who setteth up and brings to naught I
Sing, pray, and swerve not from HIlls ways,
But do thine own part faithfuliy;
rrust His rich promises of gract,
So shall it be fulfilled in thee:
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed i
IWE GLORY IN rlJIBULAT'IONv ALSO.
~,TITHEIN this leaf, to every eye
T  So little worth, doth hidden lie
Most rare and subtile fragrancy.
Wouldst thou its secret strength unbind I
Crash it, and thou shalt perfume find
Sweet as Lrlabia's spicy wind.




HYMN.                   85
u In this dull stone so poor, and bare
Of shape or luster, patient care
Will find for thee a jewel rare I
But first must skillful hands essay,
With file and flint, to clear away
The film which hides its fire from day.
This leaf! This stone' It is thy heart;
It must be crushed by pain and smart;
It must be cleansed by sorrow's art,
Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet,
Ere it will shine a jewel meet
To lay before Thy dear Lord's feet I"
11 Y It N
OHOLY Saviour, Friend unseen,
The faint, the weak, on Thee may letu
Help me, throughout Life's varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee I
Blest with communion so Divine,
Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine,
When as the branches to the vine,
My soul may cling to Thee?
Far from her home, fatigued, opprest,
lcie she has found a place of rest,
An exile still, yet not unblest,
While she can cling to Thee I




86                 IrYwLMV.
Without a murmur I dismiss
My former dreams of earthly bliss;
My joy, my recompense be this,
Each hour to cling to Thee I
What tI.ugh the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to Thee I
Oft when i seem to tread alone
Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrowv,
A voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Whispers, " Still cling to Me I"
Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee I
They fear not Life's rough storms to brave,
Since Thou art near, and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at Death's dark wave,
Because they cling to Thee I
Blest id my lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal;
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour, I cling to Thee I




0 COKME UNTO B I "           87
"C' O ME UN   O MAE."
AR'r thou weary? Art thou languid I
Art thou sore distrest?
"Come to Me," saith One, " and coming,
Be at rest 1"
Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my Guide?
" In His feet and hands are wound-print&
And His side."
Is there diadem as monarch
That His brow adorns?
" Yea, a crown in very surety,
But of thorns 1"
If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here?
"Many a sorrow, many a laboi,
Many a tear."
If 1 still hold closely to Him,
What hath Hce at last?
"Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
Jordan past I"
If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay? 
"Not till earth and not till Heaven
Pass away 1"
4




18     TlME UNSEE3, BATTLT-FIELD.
Tending, following, keeping, strugglmg,
Is He sure to bless?
"Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims,
Answer-Yes I"
THE UNSEEN' BA TTLE-FJELD.
I HERE is an unseen battle-field
In every human breast,
Where two opposing forces meet,
And where they seldom rest.
That field is hid frol mortal sight,'Tis only seen by One,
Who knows alone where victory lhes
When each day's fight is done.
One army clusters strong and fierce,
Their chief of demon form;
His brow is ike the thunder-cloud,
His voice the bursting storm.
His captains, Pride, and Lust, and Hate,
Whose troops watch night and day;
Swift to detect the weakest point,
And thirsting for the fray.




THE  ASEEN BATTLE- FIELD.         30
Oontending with this mighty force
Is but a little band;
Yet there, with an unquailing front,
Those warriors firmly stand.
Tlheir leader is of God-like form,
Of ccuntenance serene;
And glowing or His naked breast
A single cross is seen.
His captains, Faith, and Hope, and Love
Point to that wondrous sign,
And, gazing on it, all receive
Strength from a source Divine.
They feel it speaks a glorious truth,
A truth as great as sure,
That, to be victors, they must learn
To love, confide, endure.
That faith sublime, in wildest strife,
Impaits a holy calm;
For every deadly blow a shield,
For every wound a balm.
And when they win that battle-field,
Past toil is quite forgot;
The plain where carnage once had reigned,
Become a hallowed spot.




40         WITFrOUI' MONEY, ETC.
The aspt where joy of flowers and peace
Spling from the fertile sod,
And breathe the perfume of their praise
On every breeze of God I
WII'HOUT MONEY AND  WITHOUT PRICA'
AN INVITATION.
COME to Jesus I Are you lonely 
Solace sweet He will afford.
Lean on Jesus-Jesus only I
Come, and find a loving Lord I
Are your trials past the telling I
Are your sins as crimson dye?
Jesus sees your sad heart swelling,'Neath accusing Memory.
He is waiting-will you leave Him
Pleading at your heart in vain?
He is willing-oh, believe Him I
He may never call again.
Ile hath never yet forsaken
One who trusts alone in God;
Hie your life-long debt hath taken,
And hath paid it with His Blood.




WITHOUT MONEY, ETC.            41
From your sins He waits to cleanse you —You I the slave by Satan bound;
Messages of love He sends youWhere can such a Friend be found?
Are you sick? His word can heal you.
Are you weary with the strife?
Are you hungry? He can fill you
With the Heavenly Bread of Life I
Now! it is the time to try it:
Test Him by His written Word;
Come, for He will ne'er deny it;
Come to Christ, the Risen Lord I
Do you fear His sharp reproving
That you did not go before;
That you left Him-so unlovingWaiting long time at your door?
He will only smile and greet you,
Chasing shadows from your brow;
He will surely run to meet you,
Saying, " Thou art welcome now I"
By still waters He will lead you,
In green pastures you shall rest;
And the pierc6d hands that freed you,
Bear you on His tender breast.
4*




LORD, THOU ARI MINE!
Come, oh, come, this day, and try it! I
Jesus' words are proved and true;
Take His gift, you cannot buy itHe hath waited long for you.'LOOKING  UNTO JESUS.'"
HOU, Lord, my path shalt choose,
And my Guide be 
What shall I fear to lose
While I have Thee i
This he my portion blest,
On my Redeemer's breast,
In peaceful trust to rest:
He cares for me!I
bhall, I then, choose my way I
Never, oh, no I
i, a creature of a day,
What can I know I
What dread perplexity,
Ther would encompass me;
Now I can look to Thee,
Thou orderest so I
This lightens every croas,
Cheers every ill;




"4 LOGAiNG UNTO JES.S."         48
Suffer I grief or loss,
It is Thy will I
W'ho can make no mistake,
Chooseth the way I take;
He who can ne'er forsake,
Holds my hand still!
Sweet words of peace and love
Christ whispers me I
Bearing my soul above
Life's troubled sea I
This be my portion blest,
On my Redeemer's breast
In peaceful trust to rest:
He cares for me 1
Christ died my love to win,
Christ is my tower I
He will be with me in
Each trying hour I
He makes the wounded whole.
He will my heart console,
He will uphold my soul
By His own power I
To Thee, the only Wise,
Whatever be,
I will lift up mine eyes
Joyful in Thee I




44        THE SPIRITUAL TEMPLEA
This be my portion blest,
On my Redeemer's breast
In peaceful trust to rest:
He cares for me I
TItE SPIRITU'AL TEJMPLE.
A ND whither came these goodly stones'Twas Israel's pride to raise
The glory of the former house.
The joy of ancient days;
In purity and strength erect,
In radiant splendor bright,
Sparkling with golden beams of noon,
Or silver smiles of night?
From coasts the stately cedar crowns
Each noble slab was brought,
In Lebanon's deep quarries hewn,
And on its mountains wrought;
There rung the hammer's heavy stroke
Among the echoing rocks;
There chased the chisel's keen, sharp edge,
The rude, unshapen blocks.
Thence polished, perfected, complete,
Each fitted to its place,




TZHE SPIRITUAL TEMPLE.          45
For lofty coping, massive walls,
Or deep imbeddec&baseThey borc them o'er the waves that rolled
Their billowy swell between
The shores of Tyre's imperial pride,
And Judah's hills of green.
With gradual toil the work went on,
Through days, and months, and years,
Beneath the Summer's laughing sun,
And Winter's frozen tears.
And thus in majesty sublime
And noiseless pomp it roseFit dwelling for the God of peace I
A temple of repose.
Brethren in Christ, to holier things
The simple type apply;
Our God aimself a temple builds,
Eternal, and on high,
Of ransomed souls' ti eir Zion th(reThat world of light and blissTheir Lebanon, the place of toil,
Of previous moulding —this 1
Front Nature's quarries, deep and dark,
With gracious aim He hews
The stones, the spiritual stones,
It pleaseth Him to choose.




46        THE SPIRITUA   TEMPER.
Hard, rugged, shapeless at the first,
Yet destined each to shineMoulded beneath His patient handIn purity divine.
Oh, glorious process I see the proud
Grow lowly, gentle, meek;
See floods of unaccustomed tears
Gush down the hardened cheek:
Perchance the hammer's heavy stroke
O'erthrew some idol fond;
Perchance the chisel rent in twain
Some precious, tender bond.
Behold, he prays! Wlose lips were sealed
In quiet scorn before,
Sighs for the closet's holy calm,
And hails the welcome door.
Behold, he works for Jesus now,
Whose days went idly past;
Oh, for more mouldings of the Hand
That works a change so vast I
Ye'ooked on one, a well-wrought stone,
A saint of God matured.
What chiselings that heart had felt I
What chalstening strokes endured




ONLY OUR LOVE. 4.
But marked ye not that last soft touch
What perfect grace it gave,
Ere Jesus bore His servant home
Across the darksome wave 
Hiome to the place His grace deslgned
That chosen soul to fill,
In the bright temple of the saved,
Upon His holy hill.
Home to the noiselessness, the peace
Of those sweet shrines above,
Whose stones shall never be displaced -
Set in redeeming love.
Lord, chisel, chasten, polish us,
Each blemish wash away;
Cleanse us with purifying blood,
In spotless robes array;
And thus, Thine image on us stamped,
Transport us to the shore
Where not a stroke is ever felt,
For none is needed more.
ONL Y O UR L O VX
O do Thy holy wilU;
To bear Thy cross;
To trust Thy mercy still,
In pain or ].ss;




ONLY OUR LOVA.
Poor gifts are these to bring,
Dear Lord, to Thee,
Who hast done everything
For me I
For Thv belov6d Son
And precious Word;
For all Thy goodness done
On earth, 0 Lord I
For leave that I may live,Blest boon of Thine,What recompense can give
This heart of mine?
What, ior Thy glorious eartl,Thy stars and flowers l
What, for Thy seasons' birth,
Kind Lord of ours i
What, for the gentle ones
Whose lives I share?
For home, and the kindly tones
Love whispers there?
Thou, Who enthroned above
Dost hear our call,
Oh, can our faithful love
Pay Thee for all?




IN THE CLOSET.             49
Poor recompense to bling,
Dear Lord, to Thee,
Who hast done everything
For me I
IN  TIE  CLOSET.
THE air is stirred with holy life,
All earthly thoughts take wing;
Hushed be the tumult of my heart.
I hear the angels sing.
Yes I o'er my bowed and weeping head,
I feel their waving wings,
While mercy-drops are falling round,
Drops from the heavenly springs.
And softly from the holy haze
Falls forth the wold of cheer:
"Speak, troubled soul, what is thy need t
Jesus Himself is here I"
"My Lord and God!" my soul replies,
" I hear Thy gracious call;
No need have I, since Thou art here,
Thou art nmy all in all 1
5




50    AND THEY SHALL SEE HIS FJA CL.
"Oh, let me ever here repose
Upon Thy soothing breast;
For now I know how blissfully
Thy weary ones find rest I"
I.N SUFFERING
FATHER, Thy will, not mine, be dane;
So prayed on earth Thy suffering So0
So in His name I pray.
The spirit faints, the flesh is weak,
Thy help in agony I seekOh, take this cup away I
If such be not Thy sov'reigm will,
Thy wiser purpose then fulfill;
My wishes I resig.,
Into Thy hands my soul commend,
On Thee for life or death depend;
Thy wil. be done, not mine.
ALVD TIHEY SHALL SEE HIS FAC'E.
uTHAT must it be, to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reign&
Since the sweet earnest of His love
O'erwhelms us on these dreary plains 




IN THE OTHER WORLD.            51
No heart can think, no tongue explain,
VWhat blliss it is with Christ to reign.
When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our heart no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light,
And all Ilis works of grace explore I
What heights and depths of love Divine
Will there through endless ages shine I
Well, He has fixed the happy day
When the last tears will wet our eyes,
And God shall wipe all tears away,
And fill us with Divine surprise
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And feel His infinite embrace I
This is the Heaven I long to know,
For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crowu,
And, with the elders, cast them down.
IN  TIlE O TIHER  WORLD.
T lies around us like a cloud-.
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.




52        IV THE OTHER WORLD.
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
Its gentle voices whisper lo %e,
And mingle with our pra3 ers.
Sweet hearts around us throb and beat4
Sweet helping hands are stirrlted,
And palpitates the veil between
With breathings almost heard.
The silence-awful, sweet, and calm.They have no power to break;
For mortal words are not for them
To utter or partake.
So thin, so soft, so sweet they giide,
So near to press they seemThey seem to lull us to our rest,
And melt into our dream.
And in the hush of rest they bring'Tis easy now to see
How lovely, and how sweet a pass,
Tile hour of death may be.
To close the eye, and close the ear,
Wrapped in a trance of bliss,
And gently dream in loving arms
Tc swoon to that-from this.




CERIST RISEN.              53
Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care.
Sweet souls around us! watch us still,
Press nearer to our side,
Into our thoughts, into our prayers,
With gentle helpings glide.
Let death between us be as naught,
A dried and vanished stream:
Your joy be the reality,
Our suffering life the dream.
CHRIS T RISEN.
T[HE foe behind, the cteep before,
Our hosts have dared and past the sea,
And Pharoah's warriors strew the shore,
And Israel's ransomed tribes are free.
Lift up, lift up your voices now I
The whole wide-world rejoices now I
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously I
lhe Lord shall reign victoriously I
Happy morrow,
Turning sorrow
Into peace and mirth I




54              CHRIST RISEr.
Bondage ending,
Love descending
O'er the earth 1
Seals assuring,
Guard's securing
Watch his earthly prison,
Seals are shattered,
Guards are scattered,
Christ hath risen!
No longer must the mourners weep,
Nor call departed Christians dead
For death is hallowed into sleep
And every grave becomes a bed.
Now once more
Eden's door
Open stands to mortal eyes;
For Christ hath risen, and jmen shall r,_e:
Now at last,
Old things past,
Hope, and joy, and peace begm:
For Christ hath won, and men shall win.
It is not exile, rest on high:
It is not sadness, peace from strife:
To fall asleep is not to die:
To dwell with Christ is better life.




IMMANUEL'S LAND.                      55
Where our banner leads us,
We may safely go'
Where our Chief precedes us,
We nlay face the foe.
His right arm  is o'er us,
He will guide us through;
Christ hath gone before us;
Christians! follow you 1
GLOR  Y D WELLETII IN IMAfANUEL''
LAND.*
I.
tHE sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks,,
The Summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair sweet morn, awakes!
* samuel Rutherford, a man of great learping and talents, wau
Arst a Professor in the University of Edinburgh, then minister
of the parish of Anworth, and subsequently Professor of Theology at St. Andrew's, in Scotland. At one timne he was imprisoned for the name of Jesus. His death-bed was as remarkable
as his life had been. Some of his dying expressions are preserved by Mr. Flemirg in his Futlfulliny of Scripttre, who thus
concludes his narrative: "And thus, full of the Spirit, yea, as it
were, overcome with sensible enjoyment, he breathed out his
soul, his last words being:'Glory, glory dwelleth in Immanr
sel's land I*"




IMM3ANUEL'S LAND.
l)ark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
II.
Oil, well it is for ever I
Oh, well for evermore!
My nest hung in no forest
Of all this death-doomed shore.
Yea, let the vain world vanish,
As from the ship the strand,
While glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
iII.
Theme the Red Rose of Sharou
Unfolds its heartsome bloom
And fills the air of Heaven
With ravishing perfume:
Oh, to behold it blossom,
While by its fragrance fannoa
While glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
IV.
The King there, in His beauty,
Without a vail, is semn:




IMMANUEL'S LAND.
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between.
The Lamb, with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land
V.
Oh, Christ He is the Fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above:
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Tr.
E'en Anworth was not heavenE'en preaching was not Christ;
And in my sea-beat prison
My Lord and I held tryst:
And aye my murkiest storm-cloud
Was by a rainbow spanned,
Caught from the glory dwelling
In Immanuel's land.




58         bIMMANUEL'S LAND
VII.
But that He built a heaven
Of His surpassing love,
A little New Jerusalem,
Like to the one above"Lord, take me o'er the water,n
Had been my loud demand;
"Take me to love's own country,
Unto Immanuel's land."
VIII.
But flowers need night's cool darknoss,
The moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it,
His shining oft withdrew:
And then, for cause of absence,
My troubled soul I scannedBut glory, shadeless, shincth
In Immanuel's land.
Ix.
The little birds at Anworth
I used to court them blest-s
Now, beside happier altars
I go to build my nest:
O'er these there broods no silence,
No graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, (idwllethf
In Immanuel's land.




lJMMANUEL'S LAND.           59
x.
Fair Anworth by the Solway,
To me thou still art dear I
E'en from the verge of Heaven
I drop bor thee a tear.
Oh, if one soul from Anworth
Meet me at God's right hand,
My heaven will be two heavens
In Immanuel's land.
XI.
I've wrestled on toward Heaven,'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide
Now, like a weary traveler,
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel's land.
XII,
Deep waters crossed life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp:
Now, these lie all behind meOh. for a well-tuned harp I
Oh, to join Hallelujah
With yon triumphant band,
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land




60          I/MAVUTEL'S LAND.
Witl: nercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love:
t'll bless the Hand that guided,
I'll bless the Heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelletlb
In Immanuel's land.
Soon shall the cup of glory
Wash down earth's bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert's brier
Break into Eden's rose;
The curse shall change to blessing —
The name on earth that's banned,
Be graven on the white stone
In Immanuel's land.
XV.
Oh, I am my Belov6d's,
And my Beloved is mine I
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His " house of wine I"
I stand upon His inert,
I know no safer stand,
Not c'en where glory (lwelleth
In Tmmanuel's land.




IMMANUEL'S LAND.              61
XVI.
I shall sleep sound. in Jesus,
Filled with His likeness rise,
To live and to adore Him.
To see Him with these eyes:'Tween me and resurrection
But Paradise doth stand;
Then —then for glory dwelling.
In Immanuel's land.
XVII.
The bride eyes not her garments,
But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of GraceNot at the crown He giveth,
But on His piercefd hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.
XVIII.
I have borne scorn and hatred,
I have borne wrong and shame
Earth's proud ones have reproached me,
For Christ's thrice-blessed name:
Where God's seal set the fairest,
They've stamped their foulest brand;
But judgment shines like noonday
In Immanuel's land.
6




62      SR ELY I CO E'  Q UCE Y
SURELY I COME QUICK  Y'ER the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
Rise and sing, and watch, and pray,-'Tis thy Saviour,
On His bright returning way.
0 Thou long-expected, weary
Waits my anxious soul for Thee 1
Life is dark, and earth is dreary,
Where Thy light I do not see.
O my Saviour,
When wilt Thou return to me I
Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
Far away from Thee I pine;
When, oh, when shall I the gladner
Of Thy Spirit fee) in mine I
O my Saviour,
When shall I be wholly Thine I
Heaven is my soul's salvation;
Spent the night the day at hani;
Keep me in my lowly station,
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Saviour,
In Thy bright and promised land!




"BE GOETHI BEFORE THJ3f"  63
With my lamp well trimmed and burning,
Swift to hear, and slow to roam,
Watching for Thy glad returning,
To restore me to my home,
Come, my SaviourO my Saviour, quickly come I
"HE GOETI' BEFORE THEM."
HE winds blow fierce across the barren wild;
The storm-clouds gather darkly on our way;'Tis cold! But, oh, that loving face and mild,
Which goes before I there first the shadows stay
And tempests reach Him first, our Shepherd there
What He endures shall we complain to bear?
The night comes on —'tis dark! the stars are dim,
We cannot see the way! But, oh, that form
Which goes before 1 the night comesfirst to Him'
And darkness first is His,-as was the storm I
Shall we shrink back, or tremble to go on,
Where He, our Shepherd, first for us hath gone?
The way is rough, and wearying steeps arise;
And thorns are there to wound our aching feet.
But, olh, those sacred footsteps, firm and wise,
Which go before! they first the roughness meet,




64      "HE GOETH BEFORE TEEM."
And lriers reach them first I Oh, shall we dread
To bear His cross-to walk where He hath led?
The stream is reached;-the river dark and cold;
The waves are high I But, oh, that mighty One,
Who goes before I-the billows o'er lHim rolled;
tie crossed the waters first, and shall we shun
The final anguish which our Shepherd bore?
His hand shall guide us to the other shore I
He goes before! And so we may not look
Backward at all, but onward evermore;
Keeping in sight the bless6d path He took,
Patient to bear each cross He meekly bore;
Trusting His wisdom in the darkest hour;
O'ercoming every trial through His power I
LIe goes before I a shield against the storm:
A shadow in the noon-day, —lights at night;
In danger's hour, there is the Shepherd's form
But just beyond; though fears may dim ow
sight,
Oh, earthly flock, fear not forevermore I
Wherc'er we walk, oux Shepherd " goes before."




H/IS NAMe.               65
I S N A ME
OWONDERFUL I round whose birth-bora
Prophetic song, miraculous power,
Cluster and hum, like star and flower.
Those marvelous rays that at Thy will,
From the closed Heaven which is so chill,
So passionless, stream'd round Thee still,
Are but as broken gleams that start,
O Light of lights, from Thy deep heart,
Thyself, Thyself, the Wonder art I
O Counselor I four thousand years,
One question, tremulous with tears,
One awful question, vexed our peers.
They ask'd the vault, but no one spoke;
They ask'd the depth, no answer woke;
They ask'd their hearts, that only broke.
They look'd, and sometimes on the height
Far off they saw a haze of white,
That was a storm, but look'd like light.
The secret of the years is read,
The' enigma of the quick and dead
By the ceiid-voice interpreted.
"4




66                HIS NA MI.
O everlasting Father, God I
Sun after sun went down, and trod
Race after race the green earth's sod,'rill generations seemed to be
But dead waves of an endless sea,
But dead leaves from a deathless tret.
But Thou hast come, and now we know
Each wave hath an eternal flow,
Each leaf a lifetime after snow.
O Prince of Peace! crown'd, yet discrown'Oc
They say no war nor battle's sound
Was heard the tired world around;
They say the hour that Thou didst come
The trumpet's voice was stricken dumi,,
And no one beat the battle-drum.
Yea, still as life to them that mark.
Its poor adventure seems a bark,
Whose track is pale, whose sail is dark,
Thou who art Wonderful dost fling
One ray, till like a sea-bird's wing
The canvas is a snowy thing,



HIS NAME.                67
Till the dark boat is turn'd to gold,
The sunlit-silver'd ocean rolled
With anthems that are new and old,
With noble path of luminous ray
From the boat slanting all the way,
To the island of undying day.
And still as clouding questions swarm
Around our hearts, and dimly form
Their problems of the mist and storm;
And still as ages fleet, lbut fraught
With syllables, whereby is wrought
The fullness of the Eternal thought;
And when not yet in God's sunshine,
The smoke drifts from the embattled line
Of warning hearts that would be Thine I
We bid our doubts and passions cease,
Our restless fears be still'd with thes0Counslr, Father, Prince of Peace I




68      THE E'EN BRIVG S A' FHADE.'IrE E'EN BRNl'GS A' HAMiE.
T PON the hills the wind is sharp and c(ld,
The sweet young grasses wither on the wold,
And we, 0 Lord! have wander'd from Thy fold;
But evening brings us home.
Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox
Watches the straggler from the scattered flocks;
But evening brings us home.
The sharp thorns prick us, and our tender feet
Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat
Their pitiful complaints-oh, rest is sweet
When evening brings us home.
We have been wounded by the hunters' darts;
Our eyes are very heavy, and our hearts
Search for Thy coming-when the light departs
At evening, bring us home.
The darkness garners. Through the gloom no star
Rises to guide us. We have wander'd farWithout Thy lamp we know not where we are;
At evening bring us home.




KNOCKIAG, sVER KNOCKING.          69
The clouds are round us, and the snow-drifts
thicken:
0 Thou, dear Shepherd I leave us not to sicken
In the waste night; our tardy footsteps quicken,
At evening bring us home.
IKNOCKINtG, EVER KNOKCITING.
[Suggested by HIunt's Picture of the " LInT or TES WORLD. j
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock Pr
JiNOCKING, knocking, ever knocldking I
Who is there?'Tis a pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before;Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder
Undo the door.
No I that door is hard to open;
Hinges rusty, latch is broken;
Bid Him go.
Wherefore, with that knocking dreary
Scare the sleep from one so weary?
Say Him-no.
Knocking. knockining, ever knocking I
What I Still there?
Oh, sweet soul, but once behold Him,
With the glory crown6d hair;




ro      KNOClKING, EVER KNOCKING.
And those eyes, so strange and tender,
Waiting there;
Open I Open I Once behold HimHim, so fair I
Ah, that door I Why wilt Thou vex me,
Coming ever to perplex me 
For the key is stiffly rusty,
And the bolt is clogg'd and dusty;
Many-finger'd ivy vine
Seals it fast with twist and twine;
Weeds of years, and years before,
Choke the passage of that door.
Knocking, knocking! What? Still knocking I
HIe still there?
What's the hour? The night is waning-.
In my heart a drear complaining,
And a chilly, sad unrest!
Ah, this knocking I It disturbs me I
Scares my sleep with dreams unblest I
Give me rest:
Rest —ah, rest I
Rest, dear soul, He longs to give thee;
Thou hast only dream'd of pleasureDream'd of gifts and golden treasure —
Dream'd of jewels in thy keeping,




JA COB'S LADDER.            71
Waked to weariness of weeping;Open to thy soul's one Lover,
And thy night of dreams is over,The true gifts He brings have seeming
More than all thy faded dreaming I
Did she -pen? Doth she? Will she t
So, as wondering we behold,
Grows the picture to a sign,
Press'd upon your soul and mine;
For in every breast that liveth
Is that strange mysterious door;The forsaken and betangled,
Ivy-gnarled and weed-bejangled,
Dusty, rusty, and forgotten;There the pierced hand still knocketxa,
And with ever patient watching,
With the sad eyes true and tender,
With the glory-crowned hair,Still a God is waiting there.
JA COB'S LADDER.
A ll many a time we look on starlit-nighta
Up to the sky, as Jacob did of old;
Look longing up to the eternal lights,
To spell their lives of gold.




2J           JA CAOB'S LADD.ER.
But never more, as to the Hebrew boy,
Each on his way the Angels walk abroad,
And never more we hear, with awful joy,
The' audible voice of God.
Yet, to pure eyes the ladder still is set,
And Angel visitants still come and go;
MIany bright messengers are moving yet
From the dark world below.
Thoughts, that are surely Faith's outspreading
wingsPrayers of the Church, aye keeping time and
trystHeart-wishes, making bee-like murmurings,
Their flower the Eucharist.
Spirits elect, through suffering render'd meet
For those high mansions-from the nursery-door
Brihlit babes that seem to climb with clay-cold
feet,
Up to the Golden FloorThese are the messengers, forever wending
From earth to Heaven, that faith alone may
scan;
Th(me are the Angels of our God, ascending
Upon the Son of Man I




MARAH.                   78
MA R A XI,
G  OD sernds us bitter, that the sweet,
By- B  absence known, may sweeter prove;
As dark for light, as cold for heat,
Brings greater love.
God sends us bitter, as to show
He can )both sweet and bitter send;
That both the might and love we know
Of our great Friend.
He sends us bitter, lest too gay
We wreathe around our heads the rose,
And count our right, what Heaven earh dtt5
Aa aims bestows.
God sends us bitter, lest we fail
That bitterest Grief aright to prize
Whllic;hl did for all the world avail
In His own eyes.
God sends us bitter, all our sins
Embittering; yet so kindly sends,
The path that bitterness begins
In swwtness ends.
7




4                  MA.RAi.
He sends us bitter, that Heaven's sweet,
Earth's bitter o'er, may sweeter taste:
As Canaan's ground to Israel's feet,
For that great waste.
Our passions murmur and rebel,
But Faith cries out unto the Lord,
And prayer by patience worketh well
Its own reward.
For, if our heart the lesson draws
Aright, by bitter chastening taught,
To keep His statutes and His laws
Even as we ought,
iHe openeth our eyes to see
(Eyes that our pride of heart had sea id)
The sweetness of Life's heavenly Tree,
And grief is heal'd.
And lo I before us in the way
We view the fountains and the palms,
And drink, and pitch our tents, and stay
Singing sweet psalms.




PER PAJ JEM AD L UCEM.        7
PER PACEM AD LUCEM.
r DO not ask, 0 Lord I that life may be
1   ~    ~A pleasant road;
I (do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
Aught of its load;
I do not ask that flowers should always spring
Beneath my feet;
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord I I plead:
Lead me arightThough strength should falter, and though heats
should bleedThrough Peace to Light.
I do not ask, O Lord I that Thou shouidst shed
Full radiance here;
Give but a ray of Peace, that I may tread
Without a fear.
I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see,Better in darkness just to feel Thy Hand,
And follow Thee.
Joy is like restless day, but Peace Divine
Like quiet night.
Lead me, 0 Lord I till perfect Day shall shine,
Through Peace to Light.




76        " EVEN AS THOUO WIL T."
"'i'VEN AS THOU WILT."
It AYVE mercy on me, Lord I"
She followed Him, and cried; and when
there came
No answer, follow'd, crying still the same, —
"Have mercy on me, Lord I"
"Send her away," they saidThey who should be dispensers of His grace,
Would have Him turn from her who sought iTi!
face:
"Send her away," they said.
He spoke their thought aloud-' It is not meet to take the children's bread
And cast it to the dogs "-as if He said,' How poor ye are and proud. "
" Yea, Lord I and yet the dogs
Eat of the crumbs that from the children feiPl
8he pleaded —" and there is enough for aU —
For children and for dogs."
And He to her replied,
A Even as Thou wilt, so be it unto Thee.
Thy heart the measure of the grace shall be
From my rich store supplied."




THE TWO SUNSETS.           7
She had the thing she wouldLord I if I dip my cup into the sea,
It rises full. Such cup each soul may be,
Such Ocean is Thy good I
THE T W O S UNS ETS.
0TO bird-song floated down the hill,
The tangled bank below was still;
No rustle from the birchen stem,
No ripple from the water's hem.
The dusk of twilight round us grew
We felt the falling of the dew;
For, from us, ere the day was done,
The wooded hills shut out the sun.
But on the river's farther side,
Wt saw the hill-tops glorified
A. tender glow, exceeding fair,
A Lream of day without its glare.
With us the damp, the chill, the gloom:.
With them the sunset's rosy bloom;
7*




78         MrlE TWO SU'SETS..
While dark, through willowy vistas seen,
The river rolled in shade between.
From out the darkness, where we trod,
We gazed upon those hills of God,
Whose light seemed not of moon or sun;
We spake not, but our thought was one.
We paused, as if from that bright shore
Beckoned our dear ones gone before;
And stilled our beating hearts to hear
The voices lost to mortal ealr I
Sudden our patbway turned from night;
The hills swung open to the light;
Thro' their green gates the sunshine showed
A long, slant splendor downward flowed.
Down glade, and glen, and bank it rolled:
It bridged the shaded stream with gold,
And, uorne on piers ol mist, allied
The shadowy with the sunlit side I
" So," prayed we, " when our feet Iraw near
The river, dark with mortal fear,




WEY DOST THOU WAIT?           71
And the night cometh, chill with dew,
O Father! let Thy light break through I
So let the hills of doubt divide,
So bridge with faith the sunless tide I
So let the eyes that fail on earth
On Thy eternal hills look forth;
And, in Thy beckoning angels, know
The dear ones whom we loved below'"
TWHY DOST THOU WAITI
POOR trembling lamb I Ah, who outside the
fold
Has bid thee stand, all weary as thou art?
Dangers around thee, and the bitter cold
Creeping and growing to thine inmost heart;
Wlih bide thee wait till some mysterious feeling,
Thou know'st not what-perchance may never
knowShall find thee where in darkness thou art kneel.
ing,
And fill thee with a rich and wondrous glow
Of love and faith; and change to warmth and
hlght
Tihe chill and darkness of thy spirit's night?




80        WHY DOST THOU WAITt
For miracles like this, who bids thee wait 
Behold, " The Spirit and the Bride say, Come I"
The tender Shepherd opens wide the gate,
And in His love would gently lead thee home.
Why shouldst thou wait? Long centuries ago,
Thou timid lamb, the Shepherd paid for thee.
Thou art  His own. Wouldst thou His beauty
know,
Nor trust the love which yet thou canst not see?
Thou hast not learned this lesson to receive;
More bless'd are they who see not, yet believe.
Still dost thou wait for feeling? Dost thou say,
"Fain would I love and trust, but hope is dead;
I have no faith, and without faith, who may
Rest in the blessing which is only shed
Upon the faithful? I must stand and wait."
Not so. The Shepherd does not ask of thee
Faith in thy faith, but only faith in Him.
And this He meant in saying, " Come to Me I"
In light or darkness seek to do His will,
And leave the work of faith to Jesus stiltl




TEIE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL          81
THE EVERLASTIAGO MEMORIAL
P and away, like the dew of the morning,
That soars from the earth to its home in the
sun,So let me steal away, gently and lovingly,
Only remembered by what I have done.
Miy name, and my place, and my tomb all for.
gotten.
The brief race of time well and patiently run,
So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,
Only remembered by what I have done.
Gladly away from this toil would I hasten,
Up to the crown that for me has been won;
Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises, —
Only remembered by what I have done.
Up and away, like the odors of sunset,
That sweeten the twilight as darkness comes
on;
So be mly life,-a thing felt but not noticed,
And I but remembered by what I have done.
Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshness,
When the flowers that it came from are closed
up and gone;




82     THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL.
So would I be to this world's weary dwellers,
Only remembered by what I have done.
Needs there the praise of the love-written record,
The name and the epitaph graved on the stone.
The things we have lived for,-let them be our
story,
We ourselves but remembered by what we have
done.
I need not be missed, if my life has been bearing
(As its Summer and Autumn moved silently on)
The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season;
I shall still be remembered by what I have done.
I need not be missed, if another succeed me,
To reap down those fields which in Spring I
have sown;
Hie who plowed and who sowed is not missed by
the reaper,
He is only remembered by what he has done.
Not myself, but the truth that in life I have
spoken.
Not myself, but the seed that in life I have
sown,
Shall pass on to ages,-all about me forgotten,
Save the truth I have spoken. the things I have
d(one.




THE TWO VILLAGES.             83
So let my living be, so be my dying;
So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown;
Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be remem.
bered;
Yes,- -but remembered by what I have done.
THE TWO VILLAGES
O VER the river on the hill
Lieth a village white and still;
All around it the forest-trees
Shiver and whisper in the breeze;
Over it sailing shadows go
Of soaring hawk and screaming crow,
And mountain grasses, low and sweet,
Grow in the middle of every street.
Over the river under the hill
Another village lieth still;
There I see in the cloudy night
Twinkling stars of household light,
Fires that gleam from the smithy's door,
Mists that curl on the river's shore;
And in the roads no grasses grow,
For the wheels that hasten to and firo.
In that village on the hill
Never is so301r  of smithy or mill




84      IfE WA YSIDE WA TCORR.
The houses are thatched with grass and flowers
Never a clock to tell the hours;
The marble doors are always shut;
You may not enter at hall or hut
All the village lie asleep;
Never a grain to sow or reap;
Never in dreams to moan or sigh,
Silent, and idle, and low they lie.
In that village under the hill,
When the night is starry and still,
Many a weary soul in prayer
Looks to the other village there,
And weeping and sighing, longs to go
Up to that home, from this below;
Longs to sleep by the forest wild,
Whither have vanished wife and child,
And heareth, praying, this answer fallu Patience I that village shall hold ye a. I"
THE' WVA YISIDE WA TCHER.
(A LL the day you sit here idle,
And the Master at the door I
The fields are white to harvest,
And our labor almost o'er.
You are dreaming, you are dreaming!
Time is gliding fast away;




THlE WA ISIDE WA 7'CER.        85
See I the eventide is waning,
Soon shall break eternal day."
"Brother, my hand is feeble,
My strength is well-nigh spent:
I saw you all at noon-day,
And I marked the way ye went
I cried,' God's blessing on them,
What a favored band they be I
But I'll watch upon the highway,
God may find a work for me."'
"Yet you tarry, yet you tarry,"
Said the laborer again,
"You may idle on the highway,
And wait all day in vain.'Tis easy labor'waiting;'
On the dusty road we tread
To toil within the vineyard:
Go out and work instead."
The watcher smiled and answered,
" My brother, is it so?
Who waiteth on the Master,
The Master's will shall know.
He hath taught me one sweet lesson,
I have learnt it not too late,
There is service for the feeblest
That only stand and wait."
8




86      THE WA YS[D  WATCHER.
I sat me by the hedge-row,
No burden could I bear,
But I often thought, hnow bless6d
In bhe field to have a share I
The loving Master whispered,
Through the often lonely day,
"Still wait on iMe, thou weak one,
The lame shall take the prey."
Not long I tarried watching;
A wayfarer drew nigh,
He was weary, sad, and hungry,
For the glowing sun was high.
His foot lagged faint and fainter,
His eyes were downward cast;
That laborer by my lattice
At early morn had passed.
I drew liirt'neath the trellis
Of the vine's inviting shade,
Down by the soft green pasture
Our Shepherd's love hath made,
I fetched him from the streamlet
Fresh water for his feet,
I spread the bread before him,
And bade him rest and eat.
He bathed in the bright fountain,
Aud then refreshed and strong,




TrE WA YSIDE WATCHER.          87
He jouimcyed on rejoicing:
You could hear his happy song,
Where, on the dusty wayside,
The traveler had been,
Stood One, in heavenly beauty,
With more than regal mien.
"I thank thee,' said the Stranger,
"For all thy cares afford,
For rest, and food, and welcome,
Beside thy simple board."
"Nay, Lord," I said, " what succor
Have I bestowed on Thee?"
"Thy service to my servant
Hath aii been clone to Me."
Oh, it was well worth watching,
A Summer's day alone;
Well worth the weary waiting,
To hear His sweet "Well done 1'
Is it too small a matter,
That in man's foolish pride
He scorns one heart to gladden
For which the Saviour died I
Oh, ever bless6d Master I
The harvest-field is fair,
And Thou hast better servants,
Than Thy weak one, everywhere.




Be     TETHE R4A IYDE WATCHER.
Thou never hast forsaken
One waiting by the way;
Still meet me with a promise,
That the lame shall take the pre.
From the tangled thicket near mc
I heard a mournful cry;
A little child had wandered
From the sunny path hard by.
His hands were torn with briers,
His hot tears fell like rain;
And he wept, lest he should nevm
See his father's face again.
Close to my heart I drew him,
And pointed to the sky;
I showed him how the dark clouds.
So slowly sailing by,
But veiled the bright sun's radiancy
From valley and from hill;
For the faithful sun was shining
In all his glory still!
He ceased to weep, and listened;
I soothed his childish woe;
Then on the way I led him,
And soon beheld him go




THE WA YSIDE WVATCHER.         si
Back through the green fields singing?
3weet was the joyful sound,
That told the father's welcome,
And the little wanderer found I
Then on the highway, near me,
I saw the Stranger standStranger no more I He guided
The fair child by the hand.
" I thank thee," said He softly,
" Thou hast not watched in vain;
Behold my child return6d
Safe to my arms again."
What grace is Thine, O Master I
For work so poor and scant;
How glorious is the guerdon
My loving Lord doth grant I
I only saw a nursling
Was wandering astray:
Oh, it is worth cross-bearing
To wait for Thee one day I
Have yc: known the shadows darken
On weary nights of pain,
And hours that seem to lengthen
Till the night comes round again!
8*




dA'%   THE WA YSIDE WA TUHER
The folded hands seem idle*
If folded at His word,'Tis a holy service, trust me,
IL obedience to the Lord.
Ye know the joy of labor
Within the busy field;
But there are deeper pleasures
A faithful heart may yield.
To willing ones that suffer,
And listen at His feet,
From the far-off land God givetha
The fruit of life to eat.
Brief is my hour of labor:
My Lord my lot hath cast,
HIe giveth royal wages
To the first-called as the last.
I have seen Him in His beauty,
While waiting here aloneI know Him ever near me,
For He cannot leave His own.
None o'er shall lack a service,
Who only seek His will;
And He doth teach His children
To suffet and be still.




CAST DC WN B UT NOT DESTRO YED.  91
In love's deep fount of treasures
Such precious things are stored,
Laid up for you, 0 blessid(l
That wait upon the Lord 1
UCAST DOIWN BUT NOT DESTROYED.
i[UCH have I borne, but not as I should bear;
1The proud will unsubdued, the formal prayex
Tell me Thou yet wilt chide, Thou canst not spare
0 Lord, Thy chastening rod I
0 help me, Father! for my sinful heart
Back from this discipline of grief would start,
Unmindful of His sorer, deeper smart,
Who died for me, my God I
Yet if each wish denied, each woe and pain,
Break but some link of that oppressive chain
Which hinds us still to earth, and leaves a stain
Thou only canst removeThen am I blest-oh, bliss from nman concealed I
11t llee to Christ, the weak one's tower and shield,
My heart through- sorrow be set free to yield
A& ervlce of deep love.




92         ABOUNVDING IN ~O'S.
ABOUIDIN2G IN HOPE.
OPE, Chlistian soul I in every stage
Of this, thine earthly pilgrimage,
"et heavenly joy thy thoughts engageAbound in hope.
HEope I though thy lot be want and woe,
Though hate's rude storms against thee blc w,
Thy Saviour's lot was such belowAbound in hope.
Rope! for to all who meekly bear
His cross, HIe gives His crown to wear;
Abasement here is glory thereAbound in hope.
Hope I though thy dear ones round thee die,
Behold with Faith's illumined eye
Their deathless home beyond the sky —
Abound in hope.
Hope I for upon that happy shore
Sorrow and sighing will be o'er,
And friends shall meet to part no mor —
Abound in hope.




HE GI:ETH SONGS IN THE NIGHT."  93
Hope through the watches of the night:
Hope till the morrow bring the light:
Hope till thy faith be lost in sightAbound in hope.
HlE GIVE27I SONGS INV THE NAIGHT.",ATE praise Thee oft for hours of blis,
For days of quiet rest:
But, oh, how seldom do -we feel
That pain and tears are best I
We praise Thee for the shinining sun,
For kind and gladsome ways:
When shall we learn, 0 Lord I to sing
Through weary nights and days.
We praise Thee when our path is plain
And smooth beneath our feet;
But fain would learn to welcome pain,
And call the bitter sweet.
When rises first the blush of hope,
Our hearts begin to sing;
But surely not for this alone
Should -we our gladness bring.




94   " BE GI'TETt SONGS IN IIE VIGT'."
Are there no hours of conflict fierce.
No weary toils and pains,
No watchings, and no bitterness,
That bring their blessed gains 
That bring their blessed gains full we-,
In truer faith and love,
And patience sweet, and gentleness,
From our dear Home above I
Teach Thou our weak and wandering hearts
Aright to read Thy way,That Thou with loving hand dost trace
Our history every day.
Then every thorny crown of care
Worn well in patience now,
Shall grow a glorious diadem
Upon the faithful brow;
And every word of grief shall change
And wave a blessed flower,
And lift its face beneath our feet
To bless us every hour;
And Sorrow's face shall be unveiled,
And we at last shall see
Her eyes are eyes of tenderness,
Her speech but echoes Thee I




NEAREST AND DEAREST.            98
NEAREST AND DEAREST.
I'T was the Sabbath's blessc'd evening hour,
And the dusk stillness of the fire-lit room
Fell on the spirit with a soothing power,
A spell of holy calm unmuixed with gloom.
The fire-light flickered upon steadfast eyes,
Brows where the Prince of Peace his seal had eLt
And tremulous lips where echoes of the skies,
Most eloquent in silence, lingered yet.
At length the musing of one heart found way;
" Oh, it is bliss!" she said, " to join the throng
That fills God's temple on His holy day,
With the full harmony of sacred song.
Surely the soul draws nearest to Him there,
And bows with holiest awe before His throne;
Surely the highest bliss of faith and prayer
Is found within those sacred courts alone 1"
Ma Nay" said another, "not alone! Our Lord
Dwells not in tenmples made with hands. He
fills
The lone heights of the everlasting hills.
And dwells with all who tremble at His word I
And I halve felt His bless6d presence more,
And ( wned with lowlier awe its hallowvinL sway




96        NEAREST ANI) DEARES T.
On the lone hill-side or the wave-washed shore,
Than even in His house of prayer to-day."
Then spake a third-" Oh, friends, full well I know
The joys ye speak of; but one dearer far
Zomcs to me often in the ceaseless flow
Of week-day cares, amid earth's din and jar,
When for a moment's breathing-time I pause,
Saying,' 0 Master, bless,' and lo! the while,
He stands beside me, and my spirit draws
A heaven of rest, and gladness from His smile."
She ceased, and then one answered yet again" Yea, it is always bliss to feel Him near
In crowd, or solitude, or sacred fane,
But never is His presence half so dear
As when the storms of sorrow o'er us meef,
And we with bleeding heart and baffled will,
Faint yet pursuing' struggle to His feet,
And lay our souls before Him, and are still."
Then all were silent, and my heart said, " Yea,
Thou hast well spoken, thou dost well to prize,
Higher than any bliss beneath the skies,
The faith that clings and trusts Him' though He
slay.'
This is the one note in the song of praise,
Rolling from all creation round the throne,




RIEP NO1 FOR HIER,           97
That only human hearts sore tried can raise,
And even they in this brief life alone."
WEEP  A'O T FOR  HER!
WEEP not for her, for she hath crossed the
river,
We almost saw Him meet her on the shore,
knd lead her through the golden gates, where
never
Sorrow or death can enter any more.
Weep not for her, that she hath reached before us
The safe, warm shelter of her long-loved hlomle;
Wcep not for her, she may be bending o'er us,
In quiet wonder when we too shall come.
Weep not for her; think how she may be kneeling
Gazing her fill upon the Master's face;
& loving, humble smile, but half revealing
The perfect peace she feels in Mary's place.
But weep for those round whom the fight is
thronging,
Whlo still must buckle heavy armour on,
Who dare not pray for rest, thougn sore thei
longing,
Till all the weary working day be done.
Q




98            AN OPEY DOOR.
And pray for them, that they, though sia  and
lonely,
May still with patience bear the cross He sends,
And learn that tears, and wounds, and losses, ouly
Make peace the sweeter wh..n the warfare end3
AN OPEIN DOOR.
OiH, never say that the door is shut
To any watcher weary of sin I
Thou knowest who said, and who says it still,
" Y'e weary and troubled to rest come in."
We may stand without till He says, " Too late,"
But God's is never a fast shut gate.
And though we have often refused to come,
And chosen to wander alone in the night,
He follows us Lome, and at our shut door
Ile knocks, and offers us love and light;
And He says to each, "Thou rebellious chila,
I beseech thee thi's night to be reconciled I"
And we answer, " O Christ I it is cold and darx,
Alnd I long to be warm, and safe, and free,
But Satan has bound me and locked the door.
And he holds me back when I touch the key
He told me once that my home was bright,
But now I feel it is always night."




AN OPEN DOOR.             09
&nd we hear a Voice, though the door is shut,
We can catch the words though the wind is high,
As the Holy Spirit unlocks the door,
And Jesus enters and says, "'Tis I!"
And straightway our fetters broken fall.
And we know that our Saviour has done it all.
Then never say that his door is shutHe loved us befc re we had heard his name;
[Ie offered us pardon, and hope, and Heaven,
And if we refused it, is Christ to blale?
If in unbelief we shut the gate,
Can we say that Ciiist has made us wait?
And He knew we were cold and hungry too,
So He begged us to come, and be warmed, and
fed,
But we passed, and knocked at another door,
Anld they gave us a stone when we asked iot
bread;
Yet we said, "No, Lord! we will keep our sin,
Though Thy door is wide, and there's joy within."
But He waited still, though we passed Him by;
And when all false lights had grown dim lio
camelie made us willing to hear His voice,
And'twqs He that taught us to love His name;




100   "SORRO WIG3 YET RFJOIC~G,."
And He brings a light that no shade can dim,
When He dwells in us, and we in Him.
SORRO WING YET AL IVA YS REJOICIA f
0 sorrow is unmingled here,
But still, in every bitter cup
Is found the sweet ingredient, hope;
Who deepest drinks shall find it there.
Shall find it when he needs it most;
For when the night doth darkest grow,
Darkness above, all dark below,
And faith and hope are all but lost,
How oft a gleam of glory sent
Straight through the deepest, (larkest night:,
Has filed the soul with heavenly light,
With holy peace and sweet content I
Content to wait the will of God,
To cast on Him the heavy load,'o walk with Him the weary road
With patience, leaning on the Lord.
Content to suffier and be still,
Without complaining bear the cross,




"SORRO WING YET REJOIC'IN."   101
Endure the pain, accept the loss,
Of all earth's treasures, if God will
Content to learn by suffering long,
In darkness still to kccp the faith;
Still trusti-ng what the Saviour sait'h,
That perfect weakness may be strong.
Content to follow where He trod,
The MAlan of griefs who came to lead,
Themselves. like Him, all perfected
Through suffering, many sons to God.
Yes I there was one, and only one,
Unmingled cup of bitterness;
But God, who pitied our distress,
Gave it to His beloved Son.
He drank it with the bitter cry,
" O Father I if it so may be,
I pray Thee let it pass from Me;
Yet be it as Thou wilt, not L"
Hadst thou, my soul, been there alone,
Thou couldst not, if, like Him oppressci,
That cup had to thy lips been pressed,
Have said with HIim, " Thy will ble done I"
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102    "' SORRO WING YF.T REJOICINO.."
Yet from that cup all sweetness flows,
All joy of life, all hope of heaven,
All grace and consolation given
To sufferers in a world of woes.
Yes I and to Him who drank that cup
In meek submission, though untold
Its agony; who can unfold
Its sweetness now, as lifted up
Far above powers of Earth or Heaved
He sees the fruit His anguish bore;
He sees the world all dead before,
Live in the life Ile thus hath given I
And ever as the ages glide
Hlis tide of joy shall onward roll,
Till He the travail of His soul
Shall see, and shall be satisfied.
So every bitter cup of woe
Shall yield a blessing at the last,
And when the bitterness is past,
Witll living sweetness overflow.




WAITING FOR SPRING.          103
TIAiJ'INVG F'OR SPRING.
AITING for Spring I The mother, watching
lonely
By her sick child when all the night is dunlb,
Hearing no sound save his hoarse breathing only,
Saith, "He will rally when the Spring-days
come."
Waiting for Spring I Ah, me, all nature tarries
As motionless and cold she lies asleep,
Wrapt in her green pine robe that never varies,
Wearing out Winter by this southern deep.
The tints are too unbroken on the bosom
Of those great woods; we want some light.
green shoots;
We want the white and red acacia blossom,
The blue life hid in all these russet roots.
Waiting for Spring I  The hearts of men are
watching
Each for some better, brighter, fairer thing!
Each ear a distant sound most sweet is catching,
A herald of the beauty of his spring.
Waiting for Spring I The nations in their anger
Or dea~dlier torpoi wrapt, look cnward, still




104         WAITINGl FOR SPR/NG.
Feel a far hope through all their strife and larnguox,
And better spirits in them throb and thrill.
IWaiting for Spring I Christians are waitlng ever,
Body and soul by sin and pain bowed down;
look for the time when all these clouds shall sever,
See high above the cross a flowery crown.
Waiting for Spring I Poor hearts I how oft ye
weary
Looking for better things, and grieving much I
Earth lieth still, though all her bowers be dreary;
She trusts her God, nor thrills but at His touch.
It must be so-the man, the soul, the nation,
The mother by her child-we wait, we wait,
Dreaming out fuitures; life is expectation,
A grub, a root that holds our higher state.
Walting for;pnng-the germ for its perfection,
Earth tor all charms by light and color given,
The body for its robe of resurrection,
Souls for their Savlour,Christians for oir H -a Sve




WAITING FOR CHRIST.          10b
WAITING FORi CHRIST.
lY'E wait for Thee, all glorious Oela I
We look for Thine appearing,
We bear Thy name, and on the throne
We see Thy presence cheering.
Faith even now
Uplifts its blrow,
And sees the Lord descending,
And with Him bliss unending.
We wait for Thee through days for.orn,
In patient self-denial;
We know that Thou our guilt hath borne
Upon Thy cross of trial.
And well may we
Submit with Thee
To bear the cross and love it,
Until Thy hand remove it.
Wve wait for Thee; already Thou
Hlast all our hearts' submission;
And though the spirit sees Thee now
We long 1i:r open vision;
When ours shall be
Sweet rest with Thee
And pure, unfading pleasure
And life in endless measure,




I O6         TR UST AND REST
We wait for Thee with certain hope —
The time will soon be over;
Wit:h childish longing we look up
Thy glory to discover.
0 bliss I to share
Thy triumph there,
When home, with joy and singing
Tihe Lord his saints is bringing.
TPr-U'ST AND REST.
FRET not, poor soul; while doubt and fear
Disturb thy breast,
The pitying angels, who can see
How vain thy wild regret must be,
S.ly, Trust and rest.
Plan not, nor scheme, but calmly wait;
His choice is best;
While blind and erring is thy sight,
His wisdom sees and judges right,
So trust and rest.
Stnve not. nor struggle; thy poor might
Can never wrest
The meanest thing to serve thy will;
All power is His alone; be still,
And trust and rest.




THE HOU SE OF GOD           10X
Desire not; self-love is strong
Within thy breast;
And yet He loves thee better still,
So let Him do His loving will,
And trust and rest.
What dcst thou fear? His wisdom reigns
Supreme, confessed;
His lower is infinite; His love
Thy deepest, fondest dreams above,
So trust and rest.
THE HOUSE OF GOD.
NCE slow and sad the evening fen
On desert path, on lonely dell,
As, sad and desolate,
One laid him down to sleep alone,
His couch the sand, his pillow stone,
The morning-tide to wait.
But gleamed before his dazzled sight
A radiance more than morning light,
From opened portals given;
And on his charm6d ear there rung
& sound more sweet than matin sonlg —The choral hymns of Heaven.




108         THE HOUSE OF GOD
Hel saw the glory of that place,
Whose light is God the Saviour's face.
He saw its dwellers fair;
And learnt that- desolate, alone,
A wanderer from his Father's home,God's presence still was there.
So we (though often worn, oppressed,
We wander, seeking home and rest)
In sorrow's darkest hour
May see, as Jacob saw of old,
God's sunbeams bright and manifold
The shades of night o'erpower.
For not in temple hoar alone,
In cloistered shade,'neath sculptured rtoqe,
Stands now God's house below;
But whensoc'er His radiance bright
Gleams on our darkness and'tis light,
His presence we may know.
Transfigured in His Glory,fair
The whole earth stands, one house of prayrOne ante-room of Heaven;
For surely, though we know it not,
Gotd's presence is in every spot,
To those who seek it given.




THE J 7t GMENT-SEAT.         109
Then let us strive, and work. and wait,
As those who see that opened gate —
That glory in our night;
Sa that at last, through Christ the way,
We, too, may tread that land of day,
Where God, the Lord, is light.
THE CHILD ON THE JUDGMENT-SEA T.,HERE hast been toiling all day, sweet-heart
That thy brow is burdened and sad?
The Master's work may make weary feet,
But it leaves the spirit glad.
Was thy garden nipped with the midnight roxt,
Or scorched with the mid-day glare 
Were thy vines laid low, or thy lilies crushed,
That thy face is so full of care?
"No pleasant garden-toils were mine II have sate on the judgment-seat,
Where the Master sits at eve and calls
The children around His feet."
Row camest thou on the judgment-seat,
Sweet-heart? Who set thee there?
Tis a lonely and lofty seat for thee,
Anil well might fill thee with care.
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110         THE JUDGM~iNIT-SEA.
l' I climbed on the judgment-seat myself,
I have sate thcre alone all day,
For it gr..eved me to see the children around
Idling their life away.
" They wasted the Master's precious seed,
They wasted the precious hours;
They trained not the vines, nor gathered the fruit.
And they trampled the sweet, meek flowers."
And what hast thou done on the judgmeut-seat,
Sweet-heart? What didst thou there?
Would the idlers heed thy childish voice 
Did the garden mend by thy care?
" Nay, that grieved me more I I called and I cried.
But they left me there forlorn;
Mly voice was weak, and they heeded not,
Or they laughed my words to scorn."
Ah, the judgment-seat was not for thee I
The servants were not thine I
And the eyes which adjudge the praise and the
blame,
See further than thine or mine.
The Voice that shall sound there at eve, sweet
heart,
Will not raise its tones to be heard,




THE JUDGMENT-SEA T.             1 
it will hush the earth, and hush the hearts,
And none will resist its word.
I Should I see the Master's treasures lost,
The stores that should feed His poor,
And not lift my voice, be it weak as it may,
And not be gricv6d sore?"
Wait till the evening falls, sweet heart,
Wait till the evening falls;
The Master is near and knoweth all,
Wait till the Master calls.
But how fared thy garden-plot, sweet heart,
Whilst thou sat'st on the judgment-seat;
Who watered thy roses and trained thy vines,
And kept them from careless feet?
" Nay, that is saddest of all to me!
That is sad lest of all I
Miy vines are trailing, my roses are parched,
My lilies droop and fall."
Go back to thy garden-plot, sweet heart I
Go back till the evening falls I
&nd bind thy lilies, and train thy vin:s,
Till for thee the Master calls.




112    OW I LA Y ME DOWN TO SLEaP
Go make thy garden fair as thou canst,
Thou workest never alone,
Perchance he whose plot is next to thine
Will see it, and mend his own.
And the next may copy his, sweet heart,
Till all grows fair and sweet,
&nd lwhen the Master comes at eve,
Happy faces His coming will greet.
Then shall thy joy be full, sweet heart,
In the garden so fair to see,
In the Master's words of praise for all,
In a look of His own for thee!
NOWV I LAY.ME DOWN TO SLEEP
IN the quiet nursery chamoers,
Snowy pillows yet unpressed,
See the forms of little children
Kneeling, white-robed, for their rest,
Al. in quiet nursery chambers,
While the dusky shadows creep,
Hear thet voices of the children-' Now I lay me down to sleep."




In the meadow and the mountain
Calmly shine the winter stars,
But across the glistening lowlands
Slants the moonlight's silver bars
In the silence and the darkness,
Darkness growing still more deep,
Listen to the little children
Praying God their souls to keep.
" If we die "-so pray the children,
And the mother's head drops low;
(One from out her fold is sleeping
Deep beneath the winter's snow);
"Take our souls:" and past the casement
Flits a gleam of crystal light,
Like the trailing of his garments,
Walking evermore in white.
Little souls that stand expectant,
Listen at the gates of life;
Hearing, faraway, the murmur
Of the tumult and the strife:
We, who fight beneath those banners,
Meeting ranks of foemen there,
Find a deeper, broader meaning
In your simple vesper prayer.
When your hands shall grasp this standard,
Which to-day you watch from far,
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114     THE LIG'HT OF THFE WORLD
Wllhn your deeds shall shape the confiict
In this universal war,
Pray to Him, the God of battles,
Whose strong eye can never sleep,
In the warring of temptation,
Firm and true your souls to keepl).
When the combat ends, and slowly
Clears the smoke from out the skies,
Then, far down the purple distance,
All the noise of battle dies.
When the last night's solemn shadow3
Settle down on you and me,
MAIay the love that never faileth
Take our souls eternally.
I'HJE LIGHT OF THS WORLD.
PAINTED BY HOLMAN h7TNT.
1N the moonlight, when no murmur from tdh
haunts of men is heard,
And the river in its sleep flows onward, onward
to the sea,
And thou sleepest, who art drawing nearer to
Eternity,
Ln the silence and the stillness comes tile Word.




THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.          115
And He knocketh at thy portal, but thou dreamest in the night
That the flitting bat is only striking softly'gainst
the door;
Shall lie knock so oft who cometh from the Hlear
en's eternal shore?
Sleeper in the darkness, rise, behold thy Light I'Tis thy Priest and Prophet, clad in jewelled robe
white attire;'Tis thy King, and on His brow He wears the
thorny coronal,
Budding now with amaranthine leaves and flowers ambrosial,
In His face is speaking pity, silent ire.
For His glowing lamp discloseth choking up thy
dwelling door,
Deadly hemlock, barren darnel, prickly bramble,
withered grasses,
And the ivy knits it closely to its stanchions and
passes
1frough the crevices, and hinges, and the floor.
Let Him inl I for He will sojourn with the lowest
and the least,
And forget that thou didst keep Him waiting in
the dews tnd damp,




X 16    2I E LIGHT OF THEE WORLD.,
And for guerdon in the valley He will light thee
witn His lamp
To the happy Shore Eternal and the Marriage
Feast.
II.
THE LIGHT OF TIHE WORED.
LORD, Thou hast sought this wayward heart in
vain;
Choked by the world's vile weeds its portals
stand,
Closed to the touch of Thy redeeming Hand,
Which, knocking gently, would an entrance gain;
Oh, Love unspeakable! that Thou shouldst be
Patient amidst the night's chill falling dews,
While I Thy proffered fellowship refuse,
Slothful to rise and ope the door to Thee I
Long have I tarried, dreading yet to bear
The emblems of Thy suffering, thorns and cross
Lost in idolatry of Mammon's dross,
And hired by pleasure's transitory glare;
Henceforth vouchsafe to shed Thy light within
Ilume my soul, and let these contrite tears
Blot out, all record of my mis-spent years,
L)ark with the sad remembrances of sin;
Then, in this purified, repentant breast,
Enter, and be for cvermore my Guest I




IE LEADS US ON.            11.IE  L EAD S  US  O 1N.
E leads us on,
1 By paths we did not know,
Ul)wal'd Ile leads us, though our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and falter on the way,
Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day,
Yet when the clouds are gone
We know He leads us on.
He leads us on
Th'lrough all the unquiet years;
P'ast all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and
fears
Hie guides our steps. Through all the tangled
maze
Of sin, of sorrow, and o'erclouded days
We know His will is done;
And still He leads us oa.
And HIe, at last,
A fter the weary strifeAfter the restless fever we call lifeAfter the dreariness, the aching pain,
The wayward struggles which have proved ia Awd
After our toils are pastWill gi re us rest at last.




118 HOLY GhOST DISPEL OCUR S4DNESS.
HOLY Gt:'OST DISPEI  OUR SADNESS
IIOLY GHOST, dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night;
Come, Thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe Thy Life, and spread Thy Light
Loving Spirit, God of Peace I
Great Distributor of grace I
Rest upon this congregation,
Hear, 0 hear our supplication I
From that height which knows no measuxe
As a gracious shower descend
Bringing down the richest treasure
MIen can wish, or God can send I
O Thou Glory, shining down
From the Father and the Son,
Grant us Thy illumination I
Rest upon this congregation I
Known to Thee are all recesses
Of the earth and spreading skides
Every sand the shore possesses
Thy Omniscient Mind descries.
Holy Fountain I wash us clean
Both from error and from sin I
Make us fly what Thou refusest,
And delight in what Thou choo.~st I




ON AFFLICTION.            119
Manifest Thy love forever;
Fence us in on every side;
In distress be our Reliever,
Guard and teach, support and guide!
Let Thy kind effectual grace
Turn our feet from evil ways;
Show Thyself our new Creator,
And conform us to Thy nature!
Be our Friend on each occasion,
God! omnipotent to save I
When we die, be our salvation;
When we're buried, be our grave i
And, when from the grave we rise,
Take us up above the skies,
Seat us with thy saints in glory,
There forever to adore Thee I
ON AFFLICTION
A S the harp-strings only render
Al their treasures of sweet soun.dAll their music, glad or tenderFirmly struck and tightly bound:
So the hearts of Christians owe
Each its deepest, sweetest straim,




1O20T           UTR UrST
I'To the pressure firm of woe,
And the tension tight of pain
Spices crushed theil pungence yield;
Trodden scents their sweets respire;
Would you have its strength revealed,
Cast the incense in the fire:
Thus the crushed and broken fi-me
Oft doth sweetest graces yield;
And through suffering, toil, and shawk.
From the martyr's keenest flame,
Heavenly incense is distilled,
TR US T.
TrIIE child leans on its parent's bieast,
Leaves there its cares, and is at res
The bird sits singing by its nest,
And tells aloud
Itis trust in God, and so is blest'Neath every cloud.
lie batlh no store, he sows no seed,
Yet sings aloud, and doth not need;
By flowing streams or grassy mead,
He sings to shame
Men, who firget, in fear of need,
A Father's name.




SUB lSSION.'           121
The heart that trusts forever sings,
And feels as light as it had wings;
A well of peace within it springs;
Come good or ill,
Whate'cer to-day, to-morrow brings,
It is His will I
S UB MIS S I ON
INCE thy Father's arm sustains thee,
k) ~~~~Peaceful be;
When a chastening hand restrains thee,
It is He I
lKnow His love in full completeness,
Feel the measure of thy weakness;
If He wound thy spirit sore,
Trust Him more.
Without murmur, uncomplaining,
In His hand
Leave whatever things thou canst not
Understand;
Though the world thy folly spurneth,
From thy faith in pity turneth,
Peace thy inmost soul shall fill.
Lying stilL
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122            SUB.MISSO1A
Like an infant, if thou thinkest
Thou canst stands
Childlike, proudly pushing back
The proffered hand;
Courage soon is changed to fear,
Strength doth feebleness appear;
In His love if thou abide,
He will guide.
Fearest sometimes that thy Father
Hath forgot?
Though the clouds around thee gather,
Doubt Him not I
Always hath the daylight broken,
Always hath He comfort spoken;
Better hath He been for years
Than thy feara
Therefore, whatsoe'er betideth,
Night or day,
Know His love for thee provideth
Good alway:
Crown of sorrows gladly take,
Grateful wear it, for His sake;
Sweetly bending to His will,
Lying still.
To His own thy Saviour giveth
Daily strength




IS THIS ALL?              123
ro each troubled soul that liveth
Peace at length:
Weakest lambs have largest share
Of the tender Shepherd's care;
&sk [Him not, then, " When?" or c" How it
Only bow'
IS THIS ALL?!f?JETIM[ES I catch sweet glimpses of His fact
But that is all.
Sometimes He looks on me and seems to smfte,
But that is all.
Sometimes he speaks a passing word of peace,
But that is all.
Sometimes I think I hear His loving voice
Upon me call.
And is this all He meant when thus He spoke
" Come unto me?"
bi there no deeper, more enduring rest,
In Him for thee?
Is there n) steadier light for thee in Ilnm I
Oh, come and see 1




124              Is THES ALL t
Oh, colne and see I oh, look, and look againa 
All shall be right;
Oh, taste His love, and see that it is good,
Thou child of night.
()h, trust Him, trust Him ill his grace and powerx
Then all is bright I
Niay, do not wrong Him by thy heavy thoughts,
But love His love I
Do thou full justice to His tenderness,
His mercy prove;
Take Him for what He is; oh, take Him all,
And look above I
Then shall thy tossing soul find anchorage
And steadfast peace;
Thy love shall rest on His; thy weary doubts
Forever cease.
Thy heart shall find in Him, and in His grace,
Its rest and bliss.
Christ and His love shall be thy bless6d all
For evermore I
Chnst and His light shall shine on all thy ways
For evermore I
Christ andn. [is peace shall keep thy troubled soul
For evermore I




OPEN THO17  0 R E YF,.      126OPEN  T'OLUT OUR EYES.
ND He drew near and talked with tholes
L B. But they perceived Him not;
And mourned, unconscious of that lightThe gloom, the darkness, and the night,
That wrapt His burial spot.
Wearied with doubt, perplexed and sad,
They knew nor help, nor guide,
While He who bore the secret key
To open every mystery,
Unknown was by their side.
Thus often when we feel alone,
No help nor comfort near,'Tis only that our eyes are dim;
Doubting and sad, we see not Him
Who waiteth still to hear.
"The darkness gathers overhead,
The morn will never come 1"
Did we but raise our downcast eyea,
In the wide-flushing eastern skies.
Appears the glowing sun.
In all our daily joys and griefa
In daily work and rest,
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126       SHIADO WS OF TfiE PAST.
To those who seek Him, Christ is near,
Our bliss to calm, to soothe our care,
In leaning on our breast.
Open our eyes, 0 Lord, we pray,
To see our way, our Guide;
That by the path that here wve tread,
We) following on, may still be led
In Thy light to abide.
SlHADOWIS OF 1WE'1 1'ASi.
| ORD,while the shadows of the past surveying-.
1 And they are many since life's early morn:
Life's shadowy days have had a long delaying,
It matters not, since they are past and goneAre past and gone.
[ find my steps are upward slowly tending,
That falls the glory of thy smile upon
The golden flights of steps to heaven ascending,
And I am journeying slowly toward the dawn —
Toward the dawn.
I find my future in tl.is world of sorrows
Answers my prayers, and golden visions ope
Of providences in the bright to-morrows,
Fulfilling prayer; this is my only hope —
My only hope.




A PRAYER FOR YOC.           127
This pleasing hope my weary heart inspires,
For I have prayed, and in Thy Word'tis writ,
That they who to give Thee their warm desires,
Sh ll walk the ways that they to Thee commitTo Thee commit.
A PRA YER FOR YOU.
I HAVE a Saviour-He's pleading in glorySo precious, though earthly enjoyments be few;
ABnd now He's watching in tenderness o'er me;
But, oh, that my Saviour was your Saviour too I
For you I am praying-I'm praying for you I
I have a Father-to me HIe has given
A hope for eternity, precious and true;
And soon will my spirit be with Him in heaven;
But, oh, that He'd let me bring you with me too I
For you I am praying-I'm praying for you 1
I have a Crown, and I'll wear it forever,
Eucircled with jewels of heavenly hue;'Twas purchased by Jesus, my glorified Saviour;
But, oh, could I know one was purchased fox
you I.
For you I am praying-I'm praying lor you I
I have a Robe —'tis resplendent in whitenessAwaiting in glory my wondering view:
Oh, when I'll receive it, all shining in briglltness




128         A PRAYER FOR YOU.
Dear friend, could I see you receiving one too I
For yoll I am praying-I'm praying for you!
T have a Rest —and the earnest is givenT]oghll now, for a time,'tis concealed frcm mn
view;
This life everlasting.'tis Jesus,'tis heaven;
And, oh, dearest friend, let me meet you there
too!
For you I am praying-I'm praying for you!
I have a Peace, and it's calm as a riverA peace that the friend of the world never
knew;
My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver;
But, oh, could I know it was given to you I
For you I am praying-I'm praying for you!
For you I am praying-for you I am praying!
For you I am praying —for you, yes, for you i
And soon shall I hear you rejoicing and saying:
" Your dear, loving Saviour is my Saviour too t"
And prayer will be answered for you-yes, for
you 
Ana when He has found you, tell others the story,
How Jesus extended His mercy to you;
rhen point them away to the regions of glory,




HEAR MY CR YI             129
And pray that your Saviour may brine them
there too I
For prayer will be answered-'twas answered
for you I
Oh, speak of that Saviour, that Father in heaven;
That Harp, Crown, and Robe which are waiting
for you I
That Peace you possess, a9d that Rest to be given I
Still praying that Jesus may save them like you;
Andl prayer will be answered —'twas answered
for you I
HEAR  Al MY  C R YI
STRONG to save and bless,
My rock and righteousness
Draw near to me I
Blessing, and joy, and might,
Wisdom, and love, and light
Are all with Thee I
Mly refuge and my rest,
As child on mother's breast,
I lean on Thee!
From faintness and from fear.
When foes and ill are near,
Deliver ume I




180            HEAR M.I C Y!
Ttlrn not away Thy face,
Withhold not needed gramct.
3My fortress be I
Perils are round and round
I,,iquities abound —
See, Saviour, see!
Come, God and Saviour, come t
I can no more be dumb;
Appeal I must
To Thee, the Gracious One,
Else is my hope all gone,
I sink in dust I
Oh, answer me, my Go(t,'l'ly love is deep and broad,
Thy grace is true I
Thousands this grace have shared
Oh, let me noiw be heard,
Oh, love me too I
Descend Thou mighty lov%,
Descend from heaven above,
Fill Thou this soul I
Heal every bruis6d part,
Bind up this broken heart,
And make me whole




FR UITLESS TOIL.           13
I'is knowing Thee that heals;'Tis seeing Thee that seals
Comfort and peace I
Show me Thy cross and blood,
My Saviour and my God,
Then troubles cease.
IfR UITLESS  TOIL.
(J ORD, I have toiled all night,
11 And still unbless'd my hand;
Yet I will launch into the deep
Once more at Thy command.' I hear triumphant songs
Swell from the banks around,
Each answelrig each with joyful cry
But I no spoil have found.
Fruitless is all my toll.
Through long night-watches past,
My heart is sick with hope deferred;
But Thou art come at last."
The fisher's hands hung down;
Dull was his heart, and faint,
When a heavenly voice the silence broke,
And answered his complaint.




132           FRUITL1 ES&  TOIL.
" When have I left thee, son,
That thou shouldst droop with fear t
When hast thou sought my sympathy
And hast not found Me near i
"Not fiuitless is thy toil,
If thou ily cross wouldst bear'
I   b(o but ask thy willing heart
To grave mny image there.
"For each net vainly cast.
Stronger thine arm will prove;
The trial of thy patient hope
Is witness of Thy love.
sThe time, the place, the way
Are open to mine eye;
I sent thee -not to gather spoilTo labor patiently.
"My son I was not thy cry,' Increase my faith, 0 Lord I
MIore of Thyself, and more like Thoc
Behold, thy prayer is heard.
"4 Oh  trust MIe with thy crown,'Tis hidden safe with AMe;
A little while, and where I am,
There shall my servant be.




THE TWO WORLDS.               133
"Bright seems thy brother's lot;
But, child, is thine so dim?
Thle K1ing, thy Friend, hath asked of thee
To watch one hour with HIM I"
THE TWO WORLDS.
IWAVO worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain,
Whose magic joys we shall not see again;
Brighllt haze of morning veils its glimmering
shore;
Ah, truly breathed we there
Intoxicating ail -
Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of
Nevermore.
The lover there drank her delicious breath,
Whose love has yielded since to change or deatit;
The mother kissed her child whose days are o'er.
Alas I too soon have fled
Thle irreclaimable (lead:
We see therm  visions stranlge -amid the
Nevermore.
rhe mnerry son  some maidenr used to singl'he t)rown, brown hair that once was went tW
cling
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184          TIHE TWO WORLDS.
To temples long clay-cold. to the very cor
They strike our weary hearts,
As some vexed meimrory starts
From that long faded land-the realm of
Nevermore.
It is perpetual summer there. But here
Sadly we may remember rivers clear,
And harebells quivering on the meadow-floor,
For brighter bells and bluer,
For tenderer hearts and truer,
People that happy land-the realm of
Nevermore.
Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
We pilgrims of eternal sorrow stand:
What realm lies forward, with its happier st3re
Of forests green and deep,
Of valleys hushed in sleep,
And lakes most peaceful?'Tis the land of
Evermore.
Very far off its marble cities seemVery far off-beyond our sensual dream —
Its woods, unruffled by the wild winds' roar:
Yet does the turbulent surge
Howl on its very verge.
One moment-and we breathe within the
Evermore.




THE TWO ANGELS.            135
They whom we loved and lost so long ago,
Dwell in those cities, far from mortal woeHaunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet
carolings soar.
Eternal peace have they:
God wipes their tears away:
They drink that river of life which flows for
Evermore.
Thither we hasten through these regions dim,
But lo! the white wings of the Seraphim
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore
Our lightened hearts shall know
The life of long ago:
The sorrow-burdened past shall fade for
Evermorc
THE  2 r4O  ANGEL6.
TWO angels, one of Life and one of Death,
Passed o'er our village as the morning broke;
The dawn was on their faces, and beneath
The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of
smoke.
~'lcir attitude and aspect were the same;
Alike their features, and their robes of white;




136          TME TWO ANGELS.
But one was crowned with amaranth, as with
flame,
And one with asphodels, like flakes of light.
I saw them pause on their celestial way;
Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed,
"Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray
The place where thy beloved are at rest I"
And he who wore the crown of asphodels,
Descending at my door, began to knock;
And my soul sank within me, as in wells
The waters sink before an earthquake's shock.
I recognized the nameless agony,
The terror, and the tremor, and the pain,
That oft before had filled or haunted me,
And now returned with threefold strength againm
The door I opened to my heavenly guest,
And listened, for I thought I heard God's voice;
Antd, knowing whatsoe'r He sent was best,
Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice.
Then wit;L a smile, that filled the house with light,
" My errand is not Death, but Life," Ihe said;
And, ere I answered, passing out of sight,
On his celestial embassy he sped.




IS THE'RE NO BALM IN GILEAD!   153
Twas at thy door, 0 friend I and not at mine
The angel with the amaranthine wreath,
Pausing, descended, and with voice divine,
Whispered a word that had a souiLd like DeathL
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
A shadow on those features fair and thin;
And softly from that hushed and darkened room
Two angels issued, where but one went in.
All is of God I If He but wave His Land,
Thle mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud,
Till, with a smile of light on sea and land,
Lo I He looks back from the departing cloud.
Angels of life and death alike are His;
Without His leave they pass no threshold o'er
Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,
Against His messengers to shut the door 
IS TH'iERE NG BALM iV GILEAD?
S there no balm in Gilead, then? is there no
Healer nigh?
No freshening spring to cheer the waste so desoc
late and dry?
[lath Hope's dear vision vanished forever from
thy sight,




138   IS THERE NO BALM IN GILEAD?
And darkness fallen around thee, the very gloom
of night?
And seems thy soul forsaken, her every blessing
flown 
No soothing for her sorrow, and nowhere to make
her moan?
Yet stay; the cross thou bearest thus hath first
been borne for thee,
Jesus Himself did hang thereon, thy life and cure
to be.
For thine own ease He bare it all,-the scourge
and piercing thorn,
The nailing and the bruising, the denial, shame,
and scorn;
Darkness and desolation deep, and pangs beyond
thy thought,
And all for thy soul's healing these sad agonies
were wrought.
Upon His Cross He yearned for thee, for thee His
heartstrings brake;
Himself of all forsaken, He could not thee forsake;
Then evermore, when chastenings sore thine inmost
spirit wring,
Bay, MyBelov'dis crucified, and I to Him will chng.
How shall I sing Thy holy love, dear Passion of
my Lord?
Or how Thy mystic virtue shall I worthily record I




iS THERE NO ~tALM IN GIL-BAD?   lOS
Thou art the spring of all our hope, the balsam
of our woes,
The solace of our yearnings, and the bower of
our repose,
True Paradise of all delights, since joy of grief
is born;
For, as the flowers but close at night to ope more
fresh with morn,
So He who wept and bled for us, and bowed in
earthly gloom,
Now makes those sorrows our bright bliss, those
wounds our joyous home.
Here is a covert from the storm, when winds and
waves arise,
A shadow in the scorching noon, a light in starless skies;
A staff upon the rugged road, a shield when foes
assail,
A charm Divine, against whose might no evil can
prevail;
For where the Cross of Jesus is, is peace, and
there alone.
&nd'neath that banner of His love He g.athereth
His own;
An I those who will be Christ's must not e'er
grudge their portion small,
Who in His bitter chalice, once, and for thee,
drained it all.




,40   IS TIIEi1E NO B. LM IN GILEAD t
Thou know'st He went not up to joy, but first
He suffered pain,
And all the self-same path must tread who thus
His bliss would gain:
Is aught too wearisome or hard for Jesas' sake to
bear?
While He is crowned with thorns wilt thou a
crown of roses wear?
Lo I this good Cross He offers thee; it is thy very
life;
Anoint with holy unction, it will aid thee in the
strife;'Tis hallowed by thy Saviour's touch, who hung
on it for thee,
And Love's sweet night shall make it light, and
win the victory.
Draw near, thou reft and drooping heart, draw
near and lift thy gaze
To Him who yearns with outstretched arms thee
from thy grief to raise;
Draw near, and, clinging close b)eneath thy Saviour's bleeding heart,
Tell o'er each throb of that deep woe in which
thou hast a part;
Tell o'er each drop of dear life-blood which ebbs
for thee so fast,
And all thy weary heart-aching upon that torw
love cast



CRLSTIS UEALL TO THfE SOUL.    141
In Jesus' Cross and Passion is the medicine of thllg
soul,
Yea, there is balm in Gilead, and a Healer to make
thee whole.
CHRIST'S CALL TO THE SOUVL.
FAIR soul, created in the primal hour,
Once pure and grand,
And for whose sake I left My throne and power
At God's right hand;
By this sad heart pierced through because I loved
thee;
Let love and mercy to contrition move thee.
Cast off the sins thy holy beauty veiling,
Spirit divine 1
Vain against thee the hosts of hell assailing,
My strength is thine I
Drink from My side the cup of life immortal,
And love shall lead the path to heaven's portal,
I for thy sake was pierced with many sorrows,
And bore the cross,
Yet heeded not the galling of the arrows,
The shame and loss.
So faint not, then, whate'er the burden be,
But b)ear it bravely, even to Calvary.




142            THEIR NAMIS.
TH EIR  nrA 4~E S.
SWEET thought, my God I that on the palms
Of Thy most holy hands
Are graven all Thy peoples' names,
Though countless as the sands.
Not one too mean to have his place
Amid that record blest,
And if but there our names are found,
We'll share the heavenly rest.
How can we then yield to distrust,
Or think we are forgot,
While ever thus the care of One
Who loves and changes not I
7' W 0
TWO buds plucked from the tree,
Two birdies flown from the nest,
Two little darlings snatched
From a fond mother's breast.
Two little snow-white lambs
Gone firom the sheltering fold,
Two little narrow graves
Down in the graveyard cold.




Z THY SHIELD AND B UCKLER."   143
Two little drooping flowers
Growing in purer air,
Blooming fragiant and bright
In the Gardener's care.
Two little tender birds
Flown far from fear and harm,
Two little snow-white lambs
In the Good Shepherd's arm.
Two little angels more
Singing with voices sweet,
Flinging their crowns of gold
Down at their Saviour's feet.
Free from all earthly care,
Pure from all earthly stain,
Oh, who could wish them back
In this drear world again?
i HIS' TRUTH SIIALL BE  I'THY SllUELD
AND B UCKiLER."*
COHEN my sins in aspect dread
Meet like waters o'er my head
Seen in light of God's own face,
Darker for his offered grace —
lWhen I sigh for healing rest,
By a hopeless yoke opprest,
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144    " THY SHIELD AND1b BUCXLE R."
Struggling in a grasp too strong,
Borne as by a wind aiongThen, I hear that Voice from Heaven,
"Knock, and entrance shall be givenHim that conmes, whoe'er he be,
I will never cast from Me!"
When I come, with trembling heart,
Will the Saviour say, " Depart?"
Shall I find His pardon free
Is in wrath denied to me?
Is my guilt so deep in stain
That the cleansing blood is vain?
" Heaven and earth shall pass away,
NOT MY WORDS-" SO Christ doth say:
In that hour, "hIis TRUTH shall be
Shield and buckler unto thee."
When the clouds have hid His face,
And His path no more I trace,
And all comforts that illume
Life, have faded into gloomQuenched each earth-enkindled spark,
Can I trust Him in the dark?
Will my wavering faith still hold
To a promise breathed of old?
When I meet some foe unknown,
Shall I find myself alone?
Soul, by faith thou walkest here:




' HRY  ISHIELD AND BUCClKLER."   145
Though nor sun nor stars appear,
Wait and watch throughout the night,
And till daybreak ask not sight!
All unseen, thy Eleacanly Guide
Walks, through darkness, at thy side.
"  eaven and earth shall pass away,
NOT MY WORDs —" so Christ doth say:
In the gloom " His TRUTrt shall be
Shield and buckler unto thee."
In the terrors of the night,
In the mid-day arrows' flight,
When destruction wastetll near,
And all faces blanch with fear,
When a thousand round me fall,
Shall I trust Thec calm through all?
Will this trembling spirit be
Kept " in perfect peace " by Thee 
Though all stable things may end,
Earth and sky in tempest blend,
Shall I lean upon Thy breast,
And beneath Thy shadow rest?
Wilt Thou arm my soul with power.
Ne'er experienced till that hour?
" Heaven and earth shall pass away,
NoTr MY WORDS-" so Christ doth say
In that strait "His TRUTr shall be
Shield and buckler unto thee."
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146    H l21  SHIELD ANDI BCUOKLE."
As the weary years go by,
Will my love wax cold, and die?
If the pilgrimage be long,
Life be dark, and foes be strong,
Shall I not grow faint, and yield 
Shall I ever win the field?
Howr shall I endure and dare?
How the cross in patience bear?
How through tedious years sustain
Wavering conflict, oft in vain?
Nay, but the Unchanging Friend
"Will confirm you to the end!"
H' e Who hath the work begun
Ne'er will leave that work undone-"
While at God's right hand HIE lives,
Deathless is the life He gives,
Through all change, and woe, and strife,' Springing up to endless Life."' Heaven and earth shall pass away,
NOT MY WORDs-" so Christ doth say'
In all years " His TRUTH shall be
Shield and buckler unto thee."
When I reach life's earthly bound,
And the shadows darken round,
All familiar things and dear
Fading fast from eye and ear,In that hour of mortal smart,




THFr O THER bIDE. I1 D
Trembling flesh and failing heart,
Shall I find my anchoI vain,
Parting in that latest strain?
Hear the Shepherd's voice of old,
Looking on Ilis helpless fold,
Looking far, with gaze Divine,
Down the ages' lengthening line 
"' Every feeble sheep I know:
Life eternal I bestow:
None shall pluck them from My hand."
Shall that word of promise stand?
Or, when countless foes affright,
Closing round in latest fight,
In that deadli? hour and dim,
Shall my soul be snatched from  ilm i
"Heaven and earth shall pass away,
NOT MY WORDS-" SO Christ doth say:
In death's grr4sp "H is TRUTH shall be
Shield and buckler unto thee."
THE OTHER SIDE.
wE dweL this side of Jordan's stream,
Yet oft there comes a shining beam
Across frorn yonder shore;
While visions of a holy throng,
And sound of harp, and seraph song,
Seem gently wafted o'er.




148           THE OTHER SIDE.
The other side! Ah, there's the place
Where saints in joy past times retrace,
And think of trials gone;
The veil withdrawn, they clearly see
That all on earth had need to be,
To bring them safely home.
The other side I No sin is there,
To stain the robes that blessed ones w(ar
Made white in Jesus' blood:
No cry of grief, no voice of woe,
To mar the peace their spirits know —
Their constant peace with God.
The other side I Its shore so bright
Is radiant with the golden light
Of Zion's city fair I
And many dear ones gone before
Aheady tread the happy shore:
I seem to see them there.
The other side I Oh, charming sight! 
Upon its banks, arrayed in white,
For me a loved one waits:
Over the stream lie calls to me,
Fear not-I am thy guide to be,
iUp to the pearly gates.




I AM CHRIS'T'S             t49
The other side I His well known voice,
And dear, bright face, will me rejoice:
We'll meet in fond embrace.
He ll lead me on, until we stand,
EaIch with a palm-branch in our hand,
Before the Saviour's face.
The other side I The other side I
Who would not brave the swelling tide
Of earthly toil and care;
To wake one day, when l fe is past,
Over the stream, at home at last,
With all the blessed ones there 1
I AMJ  CtIRIST'S, AND  CIIRIST IS lINE"'- ONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
JI Far did I rove, and found no certain home
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come.
With Him I found a home, a rest divine;
And I sinle then am His, and He is mine.
Yes, He is mine! and naught of earthly things,
Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power
The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,
Could tempt me to forego His love an hour:
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that's thine!
Go I I my Saviour's am, and He is mine.
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[50            I AM CHRIS T'S.'Ihe goo(7 I have is from His stores supplied;
The ill Is only what lie deems the best;
He for mny friend, I'm rich with naught beside,
And poor without IHim, tl:ough of all possest;
Changes may come; I take, or I resign;
Content while I am His, whi:e He is mine.
Whate'er may change, in Himl no change is seen
A glorious sun, that wanes not nor declines;
Above the clouds and storms He walks serene,
And sweetly on His peoples' darkness shines:
All may depart; I fret not, nor repine,
While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine.
HIe stays me falling, lifts me up when down,
Reclaims me wandering, guards from every foe,
Plants on my worthless brow the victor's crown,
Which, in return, before His feet I throw;
Grieved that I cannot better grace His shrine
Who deigns to own me his, as He is mine.
While here, alas I I know but half His love,
But half discern Him, and but half adore;
But when I meet Him in the realms above,
I bhope to love Him better, praise Him more;
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and He is mine.




SATISFIDl.             151
SA TISF I EL.
ES JS  I Friend unfailiug,
How dear art Thou to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee I
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path, and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.
Naught, naught I count as treasure,
Compared, O Christ, with Thee I
Thy sorrow without measure
Earned peace and joy for me.
I love to own, Lord Jesus!
Thy claims o'er me and mine:
Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine?
What fills my soul with gladness'Tis Thine aboundinug grace I
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face 
My all is Thy providing;
Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my Refuge, hiding,
No good wilt Thou withhold!




152 ~       SA TISFIED.
hlly should I droop in sorrow 
Thou'rt ever by my side:
Why. trembling, dread the morrow i
What ill can e'er betide?
If I my Cross have taken,'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Naught severs Thee from me!
1Oh, worldly pomp and glory I
Your charms are spread in vain I
I've heard a sweeter story,
I've found a truer gain I
Where Christ a place prepareth,
There is my loved abode;
There shall I gaze on Jesus,
There shall I dwell with God I
For every tribulation,
For every sore distress,
InD Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help, and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing!
I triumph, Lord, in Thee t
0 Jesus I Friend unfailing I
IIHw ~dear art Thou to me t




THE DA Y OF REST. $
THE DA Y OF REST.
ODAY most calm, most  right,
The fruit of this, the next world's bud''The endorsement of supreme delight,
IWrit b)y't Friend, and with His blood 
The couch of time, care's balm and bay:
The week were dark but for Thy light,
Thy torch doth show the way.
The other days and thou
Mlake up one man, whose face Thou art,
Knocking at Heaven with thy brow;
The worky-days are the back part;
The burden of the week lies there,
MIlaking the whole to stoop and bow,
Till thy release appear.
3Ian had straightforward gone
To eundless death; but thou dost pull
And turn us round to look on One,
Whom, if we were not very dull,
We could not choose but look on still
Since there is no place so alone,
The which He doth not fill.
Sundays the pillars are
On; which Heaven's palace arche6d lies;




154         THIE DA I OF REST,
The other days fill up the spare
And hollow room, with vanities.
They are the fruitful beds and bcrders,
In God's rich garden, that is bare,
Which parts their ranks and orders.
The Sundays of man's life,
Threaded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal, glorious King.
On Sunday Heaven's gate stands ope;
Blessings are plentiful and rifeMore plentiful than hope.
This day my Saviour rose,
And did enclose this light for His;
That, as each beast His manger knows,
Man Inight not of his fodder miss.
Christ hath took in this piece of ground,
And made a garden there for those
Who want herbs for their wound.
The rest of our creation
Our great Redeemer did remove,
With the same shake, which at His Passiot
Did the earth and all things with it move.
As Samson bore the doors away,
Christ's hands,thougb nailed,wrought our sarTatio;
And did unhinge that day.




TEE SHULAMIT&.           15
The brightness of that day
We sullied by our fbul offence;
Wherefore that robe we cast away,
Having a new at His expenI.c.
Whose drops of blood paid the full price
That was required to make us gay,
And fit for Paradise.
Thou art a day of mirth;
And where the week-days trail on ground,
Thy flight is higher, as thy birth;
0 let me take thee at the bound,
Groping with thee from seven to seven,
Till that we both, being tossed from earth,
Fly hand in hand to Heaven I
TKE SIIULAMIJTE AT THE LORD'S FEET
POOR heart I why throb thus wildly in my
breast?
The more I ponder on my Master's word,
The more are doubts and fears within me sdirr'd
Long as my eyes on my own weakness rest.
I to come forth I What, I!'Twas so He saidMIy wav'ring steps to others must be guide,
MIy feeble arm must'gainst the foe be tried;
There a whole world-and here a lwly maid I




156 LOVE THAT PABSETff ENO WLEDOS.
AM, no, my Lord! and yet the call is Thine I
I spoke unwisely, keeping self in sight;
I'll only look on T-hy all-saving mightBe calm, my heart I for my Beloved is mine.
Yea, my Beloved s mine- what wouldst thou
more?
The cause is His i It is His work I do I
He is my rock, my shield and buckler too;
Of strength and wisdom my unfailing store.
And I am His. Oh, heart, Ie faithful still I
Still let IIim lead me as it seems Him best I
With Him to combat, or with Him to rest,
March, or encamp, according to His will.
My Friend is mine, and I forever His:
Himself he gave, myself to Him I give;
In me He dwells-in Him alone I live:
"Was ever union half so blest as this?
rItiE IOVE THAT PASSETIJ KNOWLED G'
TOT what I am, 0 Lord, but what Thov art 1
That, that alone can be my soul's true rest;
Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart
And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.




LOVE T7tAI  PASSETH KNO WLEDGE.  157
It is Thy perfect love that casts out fear;
I know the voice that speaks the " It is I;"
And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer,
I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.
Thy name is LoveI I hear it from yon Cross;
Thy name is Love I I read it in yon tomb;
All meaner love is perishable dross,
But this shall light me through time's thickest
gloom.
It blesses now, and shall forever bless;
It saves me now, and shall forever save;
It holds me up in days of helplessness,
It bears me safely o'er each swelling wave.
Girt with the love of God on every side,
Breathing that love as Heaven's own healing air,
I work or wait, still following my guide,
Braving each foe, escaping every snare:'Tis what I know of Theetmy Lord and God;
That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song;
Thou art my health, my joy, my staff and rod;
Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.
t am all want and hunger; this faint heart
Pines for a fullness which it finds not here,
Dear ones are leaving, and, as they depart,
Make room within for something yet more dear.
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158          7HIE SHEEP- 2'A GACK
More of Thyself, oh, show me hour bly hour
More of thy glory, O my God and Lord I
More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power,
MIore of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Wold I
TIiE SHEEP-TihA CK.i
WO ways: only two. One leadleth
Home to the land of rest,
And the Good Shepherd guides the flock He
feedeth,
The road He knoweth best.
The feeble lamb, within His bosom hiding,
Is precious as the strong;
The sick He tends: in sweet compassion guiding
The weary one with young.
He leads them forth, He goeth out before them;
And where the tto ways meet,
They look to Him, whose eye is watching o'er them.
To guide their wavering feet.
They own a mark by which the Master claims them1
Though oft the sign seems dim;
And well they know the Shepherd King who
names them1They hear and follow Him.




THE SHIF EP-TRCA.        159
Sweet sounds His voice. All other calls unheeding.
They watch where Hle may lead;
And in Ilis face of love IIis wishes reading,
The flock that track will tread.
Narrow it is, and rough, and often lonely,
Upon the mountain steep:
There's room for Jesus, and for Jesus only
And for His timid sheep.
Around spread flowery fields where in theh blindness
The careless ones would roam:
Sharp seems the Shepherd's rod that falls iD kind.
ness
To bring the wanderers home.
Fierce howls the wolf, and adders creep alountl
them;
But succor He will send;
For He who in the wilderness first found then
Will keep them to the end.
Two  ways: only two. The other bendeth
Down unto hell beneath I
Broad is the gate, and frantic mirth ascendetu
From crowds that rush to death.




160    " GOOD LORD, DELIVE.R US!"
No heavenly friend will soothe their hopeles sor.
row,
No arm their burden bear;
No fold of rest awaits them on the morrow,
No Shepherd King is there.
For them death's bondage, and a night of weeping
That hath no dawn of day.
011, Christ I who o'er Thy flock Thy watch art
keeping,
Thou art the Truth, the Way I'1N ALL TIM1E OF OUR TRIBULA TION
GOOD LORD, DELIVER  USI"
S AVIOUR I by Thy sweet compassion,
So unmeasured, so Divine;
By that bitter, bitter Passion;
By that crimson Cross of Thine;
By the woes Thy love once tasted
In this sin-marred world below,
Succor those in tribulation,
Succor those in sorrow now.
Thou Who wast so sorely burdened,
Help the weak that are oppressed 
Sanctify all earthly crosses,
For the coming day of rest;




" GOOOD LORD, DEBIV      SI      161t
aive the meek a trustful spirit
That will always lean on Thee,
And in storms of deep affliction
Still Thy gracious Presence see.
Lord, Thou hast a. holy purpose
In each suffering we bear;
In each throe of pain and terroi,
In each secret, silent tear;
In the weary days of sickness.
Famine, want, and loneliness;
En our night-time of bereavement,
In our soul's Lent-bitterness.
A11 the needful sweet correction
Of this gentle Hand of Thine,
All Thy wise and careful nurture,
All Thy faultless discipline:
A11 to purge the precious metal,
Till it will reflect Thy face;
All to shape and polish jewels
Thine Own diadem to grace.
Lord, we know that we must ever
Take our cross and follow Thee
All along the narrow pathway,
If we wouldl Thy glory see.
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162     "GOOD LORD, DELIVER  S! s"
Then, oh, help us each to bear it,
By Thine own hard life of shame;
Let us suffer well and meekly,
Let us glorify Thy name.
CheeI the weak ones who are bending'Neathl this weary burden now;
Lift the pallid faces upward,
Smooth the care-worn, furrowed brow,
Send a bright and hopeful message
To each tried and tempted heart,
That the thick and gloomy shadows
At that sunshine may depart.
Tell them Thou canst see all sorrow
In this world's rough wildemniess;
Tell them Thou art near to succor,
Near to comfort and to bless;
Tell them of Thy Cross and Passior,
Tell them of Thy trials sore,
Tell them of the Angel-city
Where is joy for evermore.




ISITA TION OF 2'HE sICK.     163
VISITATION OF THE SICK.
PEACE to this house I 0 Thou Whose way
Was on the waves, Whose voice did stay
The wild wind's rage, come, Lord, and say,
Peace to this house I
Thou, Who in pity for the weak
Didst quit Thy heavenly Throne to seek
And save the lost, come, Lord, and speak
Peace to this house I
Thou, Who dost all our sorrows know
And when our tears of anguish flow
Dost feel compassion, come, bestow
Peace on this house I
Thou, Who in agony didst pray,
"Take, Father, take this cup away,"
And then wast strengthened, come and say:
Peace to this house I
O Conqueror by suffering I
0 miighty Victor I glorious King I
From out of pain and sorrow bnng
Peace to this house'




164       VISITATION OF THE SICK.
Thou, Who triumphant from the dead
Thine Hands didst o'er the Apostles spread
And say, " Peace to you," come, and shed
Peace on this house I
Thou, Who didst on the clouds ascend
And then the Holy Spirit send,
Send Him to comfort, and defend
All in this house I
Lord, in the Sacramental food
Of Thine own Body and Thy Blood,
Peace that is felt, not understood,
Give to this house I
Save, save us sinking in the deep,
Give ease from pain and quiet sleept),
And under Thy wing's shelter keep
All in this house I
"Peace to this house," come, Lord, anu say
Come to us, Lord, and with us stay,
Oh, give, and never take away
Peace from this house I
And when at last our fainting breath
On trembling lips scarce quivereth,
Ohb, bring us through the gate of'Death,
Lord, to Thine House I




THE MYSTERY CF C'RIST.         165
To Thine own House in Paradise,
To Thine own House above the sk.es,
To live the life that never dies,
Lord, in Thine House I
TIIE fMYlSTERY OF C(IRIST.
I M&RVEL night and day, and cannot ceaseAsk evermore, Can this thing be?
[Heaven brought to earth-her Maker made my
peace,
God bound, to set me free I
I cannot love Thee as I would and ought;
But, by Thy grace presenting still,
From all things else to Thee returns my thought,
And brings Thee back my will.
All thoughts, all searches, to this centre tend;
All rays in this one focus meet;
~ere, as of old, the wise men journeying send
Their treasures at Thy feet.
There is no Iucorct, Dut doth hint of Thee;
All history else were false and vain;
The stones Thy kingdom preach; loosed with this
key,
All hardest things axe plain




166      THE MYSTER.Y OF CtR1S1.
There is no wisdom but doth taste of Thine;
All lights that did Thine own forerun
Caught Thy prevenient gleams, as clouds that
shine
In the unrisen sun.
The glories of earth's empires, age by age
Submitting grandly to decay,
Were but the' illusive dawn that did presage
Thy fixed and perfect day.
Art's beauteous dreams, the charm of thought and
song,
The majesty of rule and law,
The single mind outsoaring from the throng,
Gifted a world to draw, —
What were they all but preludes poor and faint
Of Thy supreme imperial reign
In glory and in beauty, when each saint
Thy likeness shall attain'Thou hast been here; of old, as now,
Walking unseen the paths we go;
But in the central years, one lifetime, Thou
Thy visible form didst show.




THE GIV eT AMZ) THE GIFTS.    167
A cloud did steal Thee from us; but that hour
Thy glorious ministry began;
Thou gav'st the word-firom thence, with quickening power,
That word the earth o'erran.
Thou art not gone, but hidden; to our sense
Thou shalt return; Thou didst not show
Thy glory at the first, whose height immense
Stooped to our stature low.
Till Thy true advent dawn, Thy Church, like Thee,
Shall suffer, die, and rise again;
Then, glorified, made white, eternally
With Thee on earth shall reign.
THE GIVER -AND THE GIFTS
THE path I trod so pleasant was and fa.,
I counted it life's best;
Forgetting that Thou, Lord, hadst placed me there
To journey towards Thy rest.
Forgetting that the path was only good
Because the homeward way,
I held it fullest beauty where I stoodI thought these gleams the day.




168     THE GIVER AND TtfE GIFTS.
I know I might have seen in every star
That sheds-its light on mle,
A lamp of Thine, set out to guide from far
3My steps towards home and Thee;Have heard in streams with bending grasses clad
Which sparkled through the sod,
Thle music of the river that makes glad
The city of our God;In flowers plucked but to wither in my hand,
Or passed with lingering feet,!lave read my Father's promise of a land
Where flowers are still more sweet.
And I have knelt, how often, thanking Thee
For what Thy love hath given,
Then turned away to bend to these my kneo,
And seek in these my Heaven.
Forgive me that I, looking for the day,
Forget whence it would shine;
A n1 turned Thy helps to reasons for delay,
And loved not Thee, but Thine.
Yet most for the cold heart with which I write
Of sin so faintly felt:Illis frost of doubt, this darkness as of night
Thy love can cheer and melt.




"I WILL AA'ISE "          169
On me unworthy shed, 0 Lord, the glow
Of Thy dear light and love,
Tllat I may walk with trusting faith below,
Towards the fair land above;
That I may learn in all Thy gifts to see
The love that on me smiled,
And find in all I have a thought of Thee,
Who thus hast blessed Thy child;
And most in what Thy tenderest love hath given
Those to my heart most clear;
HIay I through these look upward to Thy Heaven,
In these find Thee most near.
MI TWILL A RISE AN D GO TO MY FATIIER."
I ASK if Thou canst love me still, 0 God?
They say Thou canst not love so weak a thing —
One that was angered by a Father's rod,
One that hath wayward and rebellious been,
Unstable, thankless, prone to every sin.
Thou knowest all-yet whither shall I go,
To leave my sins and with them leave my woo,
Except to Thee, who only help canst bring,
And bid me live thy pardoning love to silg i
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170             WAKIvNG
I come, my sinful thoughts have vexed me long;
[fly. for evil spirits round me throng,
And I am weak, but Thou, my God, art strong I
My tears are flowing-no, Thou canst not see
Thy child in anguish and not pity me.
I lay my head upon thy infinite heart,
I hide beneath the shelter of thy wing;
Pursued, and tempted, helpless, I must cling
To Thee, my Father; bid me not depart,
For sin and death pursue, and life is where Thou art I
WA KING.
HIAVE done, at length, with dreaming;
Henceforth, 0 Thou Soul of mine,
Thou must take up sword and gauntlet,
Waging warfare most divine.
Life is struggle, combat, victory —
Wherefore have I slumbered on
With my forces all unmarshaled,
With my weapons all undrawn I
Oh, how many a glorious record
Had the angel of me kept,
Had I done instead of doubted,
Had I warred instead of wept!




WARING.                171
But, begone I regret, bewailing,
Ye but weaken at the best;
I have tried the trusty weapons
Resting erst within my breast:
I have wakened to my duty,
To a knowledge strong and deep,
That I dreamed not of aforetime
In my long, inglorious sleep:
For to lose is something awful,
And I knew it not before;
And I dreamed not how stupendous
Was the secret that I boreThe great, deep, mysterious secret
Of a life to be wrought out
Into warm, heroic action,
Weakened not by fear or doubt.
In this subtle sense of living,
Newly stirred in every vein,
I can feel a throb electric,
Pleasure half-allied to pain.q"1s so great-and yet so awfulSo bewildering, yet so brave,
To be king in every conflict
Where before I crouched a slave.
It's so glorious to be conscious
Of a glorious power within,
Stronger than the rallying forces
Of a charged and marshaled sia.




172      ANOTHING B 7UT LEA VE&
Never in those old romances
Felt I half the sense of life
That I feel within rme stirring
Standing in the place of strife.
Oh, those olden days of dalliance,
When I wantoned with my fate,
When I trifled with a knowledge
That well-nigh had come too late
Yet, my Soul, look not behind thee,
Thou hast work to do at last;
Let the brave toil of the Present
Overarch the crumbling Past;
Build thy great acts high, and higher
Build them on the conquered sod.Where thy weakness first fell bleeding,
And thy first prayer rose to God.
AVOTHITG BUT LEA VlS.
OTI'HING but leaves: the spirit grieves
Over a wasted life.
Sins committed while conscience slept;
Promises made, but never kept;
Hatred, battle, and strifeNothing but leaves.
Nothing but leaves: no garnered sheaves
Of life's fair ripened grain:




PAUL U  GEIHARDT'S HYMN.       113
Words, idle words, for earnest deeds.
We sow our seed —lo  tares and weeds
Go reap with toil and pain
Nothing but leaves.
Nothing but leaves: memory weaves
No veil to sever the past;
As we return our weary way.
Counting each lost and misspent day,
We find sadly, at last,
Nothing but leaves.
And shall we meet the Master so,
Bearing our withered leaves?
The Saviour looks for perfect fruit:
We stand before Him, humbled, mute,
Waiting the word He breathesNothing but leaves.
PAUL UERHARDTS HYMN
COMETH sunshine after rain,
After morning joy again;
After heavy, bitter grief,
Dawneth surely sweet relief:
And my soul, who, from her height,
Sank to realms of woe and night,
Wingeth now to beaven her flight.
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174      P AUL GERHARDT'S HYMN.
He whom this world dares not face,
Hath refreshed me with His grace,
And His mighty Hand unbound,
Chains of hell about me wound;
Quicker, stronger, leaps my blood
Since His mercy, like a flood,
Poured o'er all my heart for good.
Bitter anguish have I borne,
Keen regret my heart hath torn,
SOrrow dimmed my weeping eyes,
Satan blinded me with lies:
Yet at last am I set free,
Help, protection, love, to me
Once more true companions be.
Ne'er was left a helpless prey,
Ne'er with shame was turned away,He who gave himself to God,
And on him had cast a load;
Who in God his hope bath placed,
Shall not life in pain outwaste,
Fullest joy he yet shall taste.




" rAST REIANETH."            17
" ROEUST REMAIVETH.",REST REMAINE TH —oh, how sweet
Flowery fields for wandering feet,
Peaceful calm for sleepless eyes,
Life for death, and songs for sighs.
Rest remaineth-hush that sigh;
Mourning pilgrim, rest is nigh;
Yet a season, bright and blest,
Thou shalt enter on thy rest.
Rest remaineth —rest from sinGuilt can never enter in;
Every warring thought shall ceaseRest in purity and peace.
-Rest remaineth-resc irom tears,
Rest from parting, rest from fears;
Every trembling thought shall be
Lost, my Saviour-lost in Thee.
Rest iremaineth-oh, how blest 1
We believe, and we have rest;
Faith, reposing faith, hath been'Mongst the things that are not seek




1          I1 "1 SHALL BE SATISFIED."
Thus, my Saviour, let me be
Even here at rest in Thee,
And, at last, by Thee possessed,
On Thy bosom sink to rest.
"I SHALL BE SA TISFIED."
TOT HERE I not here I not where the spark.
ling waters
Fade into mocking sands, as we draw near;
Where in the wilderness each footstep falters:
I shall be satisfied-but oh, not here!
Not here-where every dream of bliss deceives us,
Where the worn spirit never gains its goal;
Where, haunted ever bv the thought that grieves us,
Across us floods of bitter memory roil.
There is a land where eveiy pulse is thrilling
With rapture earth's sojourners may not know;
Where heaven's repose the weary heart is stilling
ind peacefully life's time-toss'd currents flow.
Far out of sight, while yet the flesh infolds us,
Lies the fair country where our hearts abide,
And of its bliss is naught more wondrous told uE
Than these few words: "I shall be satisfi(d 1"




JESUS, I ASM AE'VER WEARY.       177
Satisfied! satisfied I the -spirit's yearning
For sweet companionship with kindred minds;
The silent love that here meets no returning,
The inspiration which no language finds.
SShall they be satisfied? —the soul's vague longiigs
The aching void which nothing earthly fills?
0 what desires upon my soul are thronging,
As I look upward to the heavenly hills I
Thither my weak and weary feet are tendingSaviour and Lord, with Thy frail child abide;
Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings
ended,
I qlen shall see Thee and " be satisfied I"
JRESUS, I AMi NEVER  WVEARY.
J ESUS, I am never weary,
When upon this bed of pain;
If Thy presence only cheer me,
All my loss I count but gain:
Ever near me,
Ever near me, Lord, remain i
Dear ones come with fruits and flowers,
Thus to cheer' my heart the while,




1e JES;JLUS, 1 AM NE'VEAR WfBAR
In these deeply anxious hours;
Oh! if Jesus only smile! —
Only Jesus
Can these troubling fears beguile,
All my sins were laid upon Thee,
All my griefs were on Thee laid;
For the blood of Thine atonement
All my utmost debts has paid:
Dearest Saviour I
I believe, for Thou hast said.
Dearest Saviour I go not from me,
Let Thy presence still abide;
Look in tenderest love upon meI am sheltering at Thy side,
Dearest Saviour I
Whc for suffering sinners died.
Both mine arms are clasped around The,
Anud my head is on Thy breast;
For my weary soul has found Thee
Such a peefect, perfect rest.
Dearest Saviour I
Now I know that I am blest.




WE SHALL SEE HIM AS HfE L,   179
WE SHALL SEE HIML AS HE IS,
NOT as He Mwas, a houseless stranger,
With no home to shield His head;
Not as seen in Bethlehem's manger,
Where the horned oxen fed;Not as in the Garden groaning,
Plunged in deep, mysterious woe,
All the guilt of man bemoaning,
While the precious blood-sweats flow -
Not as seen on Calvary's mountain,
Where He offered up His soul,
Opening wide that sacred Fountain,
Which alone can make us whole; —
Not as He was, a pale and breathless
Captive in the shades benecath,But as He is, Immortal, Deathless,
Conqueror o'er the powers of death I
Yes! wee shall see Him in our nature
Seated on His lofty ThroneLoved, adored by every creatureOwned as GAd, and God alone I




180            CONTE'N TMENT.
There couLntless hosts of shining spirit,,
Strike their harps, and loudly sing
To the praise of Jesus' merits,
To the glory of their King I
When we pass o'er death's dark liver,
We shall see Him as He isResting in His love and favrr,
Owning all the glory His.
There to cast our crowns before flimOh, what bliss the thought aflords t
There forever to adore Him —
King, of kings and Lord of lords I
C ONTENTilTM EN 7'
BE thou content; be still before
His face, at whose right hand doth reign
Fullness of joy for evermore,
Without whom all thy toil is vain:
He is thy living spring, thy sun, whose rays
Make glad with life and light thy dreary daya
Be thou content.
In Him is comfort, light, and grace,
And changeless love beyond our thought;
rhe sorest pang, the worst disgrace,
If He is there, shall harm thee not.




HA VFE FAITW IN GSOD.        181
He can lif off thy cross, end loose thy bands,
And calm thv fears ~ nay, death is in His hands:
Be thou content.
Or art thou friendless and alone,
Hast none in whom thou canst confide?
God careth for thee. lonely oneComfort and help He will provide.
He sees thy sorrows, and thy hidden grief,
He knoweth when to send thee quick relief:
Be thou content.
Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows,
Thy secret sighs He hears full well;
What to none else thou dar'st disclose,
To Him thou may'st with boldness tell
Hie is not far away, but ever nigh,
And answercth willingly the poor man's cry:
Be thou content.
ItA FE FAIT I IT  GOnD.
IAVE faith in God I for He who reigns on high
1  Hath borne thy grief and hears the suppli
ant's sigh;
Still to His arms, thine only refige, fly.
Have faith in God I
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182     BREAJh  UPON THE WrA TER.
Fear not to call on Him, O soul distressed!
Thy sorrow's whisper woos thee to His breait;
Hie who is oftenest there is oftenest blest.
Have faith in God I
Lean not on Egypt's reeds; slake not thy thirst
At earthly cisterns. Seek the kingdom first.
rhough man and Satan fright thee with their
worst,
Have faith in God I
Go I tell Him all I The sigh thy bosom heaves
Is heard in heaven. Strength and grace He gives,
Who gave Himself for thee. Our Jesus lives.
Have faith in Guod 
BREAD  UPON  THE  WIA TERS.
S AY not, "'Twas all in vain,"
d   Tlle anguish, and the darkness, and the strife,
Love thrown upon the waters comes again
In quenchless yearnings for a nobler life.
think I In that midnight, on thy weary sight
The stars shone forth, and'neath their welcome
rays
hline hopes to Heaven like birds first took their
flight,
And " thou shalt find them-after many days."




BREAD   OIVN TR   TI -A TERS.    188
Say not, "'Twas all i a vain,"
The vigil, and the sickness, and the tears;
For in that Land " where there is no more pain,"
The grain is garnered from those mournful years
l'he faded form, once sheltered on thy breast,
In gentle ministry thy care repays;
&nd smiling on thee from her sinless rest,
Fear not to find her-" after many days."
Say not, "'Twas all in vain,"
Thy tenderness, thy meekness-oh, not so!
A. strength for others' sufferings shalt thou gain,
As healing balms from bruised flowerets flow.
Weep not the wealth in fearless faith cast forth
On the dark billows shipwrecked to thy gaze:
The bark was frail, the gem had still its worth,
And " thou shalt find it-after many days."
Say not, "'Twas all in vain,"
The watching, and the waiting, and the prayer;
In pierced hands hath it unassum6d lain;'Twill grow more radiant as it lingercth there.'Tis space-where once. thy quivering form was
cast,
Thy heart-wrung sobs no floating breeze betrays,
Yet,'mid the white-winged choir thy prayer hath
passed,
And " thou shalt find it-after many days."




184        REST FOR THE WEARY.
Say not, "'Twas all in vain,';
Tlhe patience, and the pity, and the word
In warning breathed'mid passion's hurricane,
Unheeded here-but God that whisper heard,
The tender grief, o'er strangers' sorrow shed,
The sacrifice that won no human praise.
In faith upon the waters cast thy Bread,
For " thou shalt find it-after many days."
REST FOR  THEE  TIEA tA Y.
NOT long, not long I The spirit-wasting fever
Of this strange life shal quit each throbbing
vein;
And this wild pulse flow placidly forever;
And endless peace relieve the burning brain.
Earth's joys are tut a dream; its destiny
Is tbut decay and death. Its fairest form
Slsl}usine and shadow mixed. Its brightest day
A rainbow braided on the wreaths of storl.
Yet triere is blessedness that changeth not;
A rest with God, a life that cannot die;
A better portion, and a brighter lot;
A l;ome with Christ, a heritage on lugh.




T'HE OFFERLVG.            185
[lcpe for the hopeless, for the weary rest,
More gentle than the still repose of even I
Joy for the joyless, bliss for the unblest;
YHomes for the desolate in yonder heaven.'rlle tempest makes returning calm more dear;
The darkest midnight makes the brightest star;
Even so to us, when all is ended here,
Shall be the past, remembered from afar.
Then welcome change and death I since these
alone
Can break life's fetters, and dissolve its spell;
Welcome all present change,. which speeds us or
So swift to that which is unchangeable.
THE  OFFERING.
O 0 more my own, Lord Jesus;
Bought with Thy precious Blood,
I give Thee but Thine own, Lord,
That long Thy love withstood,
I give the life Thou gavest,
My present, future, past;
My joys, my fears, my sorrows,
My first hope and my last,
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THE OFFERING.
I give'Thee up my weakness,
That oft distrust hath bred,
That Thy indwelling power
May thus be perfected.
I give the love the sweetest
Thy goodness grants to me;
Take it, and make it meet, Lord,
For offering to Thee.
Smile! and the very shadows
In Thy blest light shall shine;
Take Thou my heart, Lord Jesus;
For Thou hast made it Thine.
Thou know'st my soul's ambition,
For Thou hast changed its aim,
(he world's reproach I fear not,)
To share a Saviour's shame;
Outside the camp to suffer;
Within the Vail to meet,
And hear Thy softest whisper
From out the Mercy-seat.
Thou bear'st me on Thy bosom,
Amidst Thy jewels worn,
Upon Thy hands deep graven,
By arms of love upborne.




HOLD ON, HOLD IN, HOLD OUT.   187
Rescued from sin's destitnction,
Ransomed from death and hell;
Complete in Thee, Lord Jesus:
Thou hast done all things well 
Oh, deathless love that bought me I
Oh, price beyond my ken I
Oh, Life, that hides my own life
E'en from my fellow-men I
Now fashion, form, and fill me,
With light and love Divine;
So, ONE with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I'm Thine-forever Thine I
ifOLD ON, HOLD INV, HOLD  O UT.
0I OLD on, my heart, in thy believing!
I  The steadfast only wins the crown.
He who, when stormy waves are heaving,
Parts with his anchor, shall go down;
But be who Jesus holds through all,
Shall stand, though heaven and earth shall fall.
Hold in thy murmurs, heaven arraigning! I
The patient see God's loving face:
Who bear their burdens uncomplaining,'Tia they that win the Father's grace;




188           GO TELL JESUS.
He wounds himself who bears the rod,
And sets himself to fight with God.
Hold out! There comes an end to sorrow 
Hope from the dust shall conquering rim
The storm foretells a sunnier morrow;
The Cross points on to Paradise.
The Father reigneth; cease all doubt;
HIld on, my heart, hold in, hold out I
G O  TELL  JES US.
BURY thy sorrow,
The world has its share;
Bury it deeply,
Hide it with care.
Think of it calmly
When curtained by night,
Tell it to Jesus,
And all will be right.
Tell it to Jesus,
He knowetb thy grief;
Tell it to Jesus,
He'll send thee relief




A PSALM FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE.   189
Gather the sunlight
Aglow on thy way;
Gather the moonbeams,
Each soft silver ray.
Hearts grown aweary
With heavier woe,
Droop'mid the darknessGo comfort them, go I
Bury thy sorrow,
Let others be blest;
Give them the sunshine,
Tell Jesus the rest.
A PSALM f FOR   rEW I  YEAR'S EVE
A FRIEND stands at the door;
In either tight-closed hand
EIiding rich gifts, three hundred and three-score;
Waiting to strew thefli daily o'er the land
Even as seed the sower.
Each drop he treads it in and passes by:
It cannot be made fruitful till it die.
Oh, good New Year, we clasp
This warm shut hand of thine I




190   A PSALM FOR NEW YEAR'S E-ffV
Loosing forever, with half-sigh, half-grasp,
That which from ours falls like dead fingers'
twine:
Ay, whether fierce its grasp
Has been, or gentle, having been, we know
That it was blessed; let the Old Year go.
Oh, New Year, teach us faith I
The road of life is hard;
When our feet bleed, and scourging winds -u
scathe,
Point thou to Him  whose visage was more
marred
Than any man's; who saith
"Make straight paths for your feet-" and to
the opprest"Come ye to Me, and I will give you rest."
Yet hang some lamp-like hope
Above this unknown way,
Kind year, to give our spirits freer scope,
Alnd our hands strength to work while it is Jay
Bnt if that way must slope
Tomlbward, oh, bring before our fading eyes
The lamp of life, the lIope that never dies 1
Comfort our souls with love,Love of all human kind



THE C.ELES TAL CO UNTR Y.      190
Love special, close-in which like sheltered dove
Each weary heart its own safe nest may find;
And love that turns above
Adoiingly: contented to resign
All loves, if need be, for the Love Divine.
Friend, come thou like a friend,
And whether bright thy face,
Or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend,We'll hold our patient hands, each in his place,
And trust thee to the end;
Knowing thou leadest onwards to those spheres
Where there are neither days, nor months, nor
years.
THE  CELESTIAL  CO UNTR Y.
THE world is very evil I
The times are waxing late:
Be sober, and keep vigil;
The Judge is at the gate:
The J.Tudge That comes in mercy,
The Judge that conies with might,
To terminate the evil,
To diadem the right.
When the just and gentle Monarch
Shall summon from the tomb,




192      THE CELESTIAL COVN7TRY.
Let man, the guilty, tremble,
For Man, the God, shall doom
Arise, arise, good Christian)
Let right to wrong succeed;
Let penitential sorrow
To heavenly gladness lead;
To the light that hath no evening
That knows nor moon nor sun
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.
And when the Sole-Begotten
Shall render up once more
The kingdom to the FATHER
Whose own it was before,Then glory yet unheard of
Shall shed abroad its ray,
Resolving all enigmas,
An endless Sabbath-day.
Then, then fiom his oppressors
The Hebrew shall go free,
And celebrate in triumph
The year of Jubilee;
And the sunlit Land that recks not
Of tempest nor of fight,
Shall fold within its bosom
Each happy Israelite:
The Home of fadeless splendor,
Of flowers that fear no thorn,




THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY.   ]93
Where they shall dwell as children,
Who here as exiles mourn.
Midst power that knows no limit,
And wisdom fiee from bound,
The Beatific Vision
Shall glad the Saints around:
The peace of all the faithful,
The calm of all the blest,
Inviolate, unvaried,
Divinest, sweetest, best.
Yes, peace I for war is needless,Yes, calm! for storm is past,And goal from finished labor,
And anchorage at last.
That peace-but w ho may claim it I
The guileless in their way,
Who keep the ranks of battle.
Who mean the thing they say:
The peace that is for heaven.
And shall be for the earth:
The palace that re-echoes
With festal song and mirth;
The garden, breathing spices,
The paradise on high:
Grace beautified to glory,
Unceasing minstrelsy.
There nothing can be feeble,
There none can ever mourn,
17




194       TEE CEL ES TIA L CO ITUNTR 
There nothing is divided,
There nothing can be torn:'Tis fury, ill, and scandal,'Tis peaceless peace below;
Peace, endless, strifeless, agelea,
The halls of Syon know:
O happy, holy portion,
Refection for the blest
True vision of true beauty,
Sweet cure of all distress t
Strive, man, to win that glory;
Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight:
Till JEsUS gives the portion
Those blessed souls to fill,
The insatiate, yet satisfied,
The ftll], yet craving still.
That fullness and that craving
Alike are free from pain,
Where thou midst heavenly cltizeru,
A home like theirs shalt gain.
Here is the warlike trumpet;
There, life set firee from sin;
When to the last Great Supper
The faithful shall come in:
When the heavenly net is laden
With fishes many and great;




TH  CELESTIAL COUNTRK1Y.       195
So glorious in its fullness,
Yet so inviolate:
And the perfect from the shattered,
And the fall'n from them that stand,
And the sheep-flock from the goat-herd
Shall part on either hand:
And these shall pass to torment,
And those shall triumph, then;
The new peculiar nation,
Blest number of blest men.
Jerusalem demands them:
They paid the price on earth
And now shall reap the harvest
In blissfulness and mirth:
The glorious holy people,
Who evermore relied
Upon their Chief and Father,
The King, the Crucified:
The sacred ransomed number
Now bright with endless sheen,
Who made the Cross their watch. word
Of JEsus Nazarene:
Who, fed with heavenly nectar,
Where foul-like odors play,
Draw out the endless leisure
Of that long vernal day
And through the sacred lilies,
And flowers on every side,




196      THE CELE3TIAL COUNTRY.
The happy dear-bought people
Go wandering far and wide.
Their breasts are filled with gladnesa,
Their mouths are tuned to praise,
What time, now safe forever,
On former sins they gaze:
The fouler was the error,
The sadder was the fall,
The ampler are the praises
Of Him Who pardoned all.
Their one and only anthem,
The fullness of His love,
Who gives, instead of torment,
Eternal joys above:
Instead of torment, gloyw;
Instead of death, that lile
Wherewith your happy Country,
True Israelties I is rife.
Brief life is here our portion;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care
The life that knows no ending
The tearless life, is there.
O happy retribution I
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest I
That we should look, poor wand'rers,




I'HE  CELESTIAL CO UNTR Y.     19'
To have our home on high I
That wornds should seek for dwellings
Beyond the starry sky I
To all one happy guerdon
Of one celestial grace;
For all, for all, who mourn their fall,
Is one eternal place:
And martyrdom hath roses
Upon that heavenly ground:
And white and virgin lilies
For virgin-souls abound.
There grief is turned to pleasure
Such pleasure, as below
No human voice can utter,
No human heart can know'
And after fleshly scandal,
And after this world's night,
And after storm and whirlwind,
Is calm. and joy, and light.
And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown:
And now we watch and struggle
And now we live in hope,
And S'yon, in her anguish,
With Babylon must cope:
But He Whom now we trust in
17*




9>8    TTyHE CELESTIAL CO UNTR.
Shall then be seen and known,
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.
The miserable pleasures
Of the body shall decay:
The bland and flattering struggles
Of the flesh shall pass away:
And none shall there be jealous;
And none shall there contend;
Fraud, clamor, guile-what say I 8
All ill, all ill shall end I
And there is David's Fountain,
And life in fullest glow,
And there the light is golden,
And mill and honey flow:
The light that hath no evening,
The health that hath no sore,
The life that hath no ending,
But lasteth evermore.
There JEnsus shall embrace us,
There JESUS be embraced, —
that spirit's food and sunshine
Whence earthly love is chased.
Amidst the happy chorus,
A place, however low,
ftiall show Him us, and, showing,
Shall satiate evermo.




THE CELESTIAr CO UNTR Y.       199
By hope we struggle onward.
While here we must be fed
By milk, as tender infants,
But there by Living Bread.
The night was full of terror,
The morn is bright with gladness
The Cross becomes our harbor,
And we triumph after sadness:
And JEsUS to His true ones
Brings trophies fair to see:
And JEsus shall be loved, and
Beheld in Galilee:
Beheld, when morn shall waken,
And shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servaio
Shall shine as doth the day 
And every ear shall hear it: —
Behold thy King's array ^
Behold thv GOD in beauty,
The Law hath past away I
Yes! GOD my King and Portioi4
In fullness of His grace,
We then shall see forever,
And worship face to face.
Then Jacob into Israel,
From earthlier self estranged,
And Leah into Rachel
Forever shall be changed:




200      TiE CELESTIAL C( "N-R Y.
Then all the halls of Syon
For aye shall be complete,
And, in the Land of Beauty
All things of beauty meet.
For thee, O dear, dear Country!
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy name, they weep:
The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.
0 one, 0 onely Mansion I
O Paradise of Joy I
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
Beside thy living waters
All planDs are, great and small
The cedar of the forest,
The hyssop of the wall:
With jaspers glow thy bulwarkls,
Thy streets with emeralds blazes
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays:
Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced:




THE GEIESTIAL GOUNTRY.         201
Thy Saints build up its fabric,
And the corner-stone is CHRIsT.
The Cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise:
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise:
JESUS, the Gem of Beauty,
True GOD and Man, they sing
The never-failing Garden,
The ever-golden Ring:
The Door, the Pledge, the Husband,
The Guardian of his Court:
The Day-star of Salvation,
The Porter and the Port.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean I
Thou hast no time, bright day I
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages
They raise thy holy tower:
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower:
Thou feel'st in mystic rapture,
O Bride that know'st no guile,
The Prince's sweetest kisses,
The Prince's loveliest smile;
Unfading lilies, bracelets
Of living pearl thine own;




202      THE CELESTIAL COUNTR Y.
The LAMB is ever near thee,
The Bridegrooml thine alone;
The Crown is He to guerdon,
The Buckler to protect,
And He Himself the Mansion
And He the Architect.
The only art thou needest,
Thanksgiving for thy lot:
The only joy thou se-ekest,
The Life where Death is not
And all thine endless leisure
In sweetest accents sings,
The ill that was thy merit,The wealth that is thy King's
Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, 0 I know not,
What social joys are there;
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare I
And when I fain would sing them,
My spirit fails and faints;
And vainly would it image
The assembly of the Saints.
They stand, those halls of Syon,




TIHE CELESTIAL C OUTR Y.       203
Conjubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Prince is ever in them;
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the Bless6d
Are decked in glorious sheen.
There is the throne of David,And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast:
And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white I
O holy, placid harp-notes
Of that eternal hymn I
O sacred, sweet refection,
And peace of Seraphim I
0 thirst, forever ardent,
Yet evermore content I
0 true peculiar vision
Of GOD cunctipotent I
Ye know the many mansions
For many a glorious name,
And divers retributions
That divers merits claim:




204      7HIP C I'ESTI.4 L COUNTRY.
For midst the constellations
That deck our earthly sky,
This star than that is brighter,And so it is on high.
Jerusalem the glorious I
The glory of th' Elect I
0 dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect;
Even now by faith I see thee;
Even here thy walls discern:
To thee my thoughts are kindled.
And strive and pant and yearn:
Jerusalem the onely,
That look'st from heaven below,
In thee is all my glory;
In me is all my woe:
And though my body may not,
My spirit seeks thee fain,
Till flesh and earth return me
To earth and flesh again.
O none can tell thy bulwarks,
How gloriously they rise:
) none can tell thy capitals
Of beautiful device:
Thy loveliness oppresses
All human thought and heart



THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY    205
And none, 0 peace, 0 Syon,
Can sing thee as thou art.
New mansion of new people,
Whomn GoD's own love and light
Promote, increase, make holy,
Identify, unite.
Thou City of the Angels!
Thou City of the Lord!
Whose everlasting music
Is the glorious decachord 1*
And there the band of Prophets
United praise ascribes,
And there the tx elve-fold chorus
Of Israel's ransomned tribes:
The lily-beds of virgins,
The roses' martyr-glow,
The cohort of the Fathers
Who kept the faith below.
And there the Sole-Begotten
Is LORD in regal state;
He, Judah's mystic Lion,
He, Lamb Immaculate.
O fields that know no sorrow I
) state that fears no strife I
* Ocschord. With reference to the mystical explanatito
whlch, seeing in the number ten a type of perfection, undes
tands tne " instrument of ten strings" of the perfect harmony
Qf haeaven.




206      THE CELES TIAL CO UNTR Y.
0 princely bow'rs I 0 land of flow'rs 
O realm and home of life I
Jerusalem, exulting
On that securest shore,
I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore I
I ask not for my merit:
I seek not to deny
My merit is destruction,
A child of wrath am I:
But yet with Faith I venture
And Hope upon my way;
For those perennial guerdons
I labor night and day.
The Best and Dearest FATHER
Who made me and Who saved,
Bore with me in defilement,
And from defilement laved:
When in His strength I struggle,
For very joy I leap,
When in my sin I totter,
I weep, or try to weep:
And grace, sweet grace celestial,
Shall all its love display.
And David's Royal Fountain
Purge every sin away.




THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY.          20O
3 mine, my golden Syon I
0 lovelier far than gold I
With laurel-girt battalions,
And safe victorious fold:
O sweet and bless6d Country,
Shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessed Country,
Shall I ever win thy grace?
I have the hope within me
To comfort and to bless I
Shall I ever win the prize itself i
O tell me, tell me, Yes I
Exult, 0 dust and ashes I
The LORD shall be thy part:
His only, His forever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art I
Exult, 0 dust and ashes I
The LORD shall be thy part:
His only, His forever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art!




208       TAKE HEART OF GRACE.
"TAKE HIEART OF GRACE."
Oil, thou I who tossing on life's troubled oceans
Mournest the hidings of thy Father's face,. nad comfortless, amid the wild commotion,
Seekest in vain some quiet resting-place;
Thou weary, fainting soulI "take heart of
grace."
Look up I when storms of woe are round thee
sweeping,
Learn thou in all thy Saviour's hand to trace:
Above the storm, behind the dark clouds, keeping
Ceaseless watch o'er thee, beams my loving face;
Therefore, thou faithless one I take heart of
grace.
Not all the fiercest tempests round thee blowing,
Can drive thee far from heaven's sweet restingplace;
Not all the floods thy sorrowing soul o'erflowing,
Can long avail to hide from thee my face;
Therefore, 0 downcast soul I take heart of grace.
Jh, waste no more thy breath in weak complain.
ing 
Doubts throw aside I No longer thus disgrace
My faithful love that leading, guiding, training,




TAKE HEART OF GRACE.             209
Perfects thee thus for my own dwelling-place.
O thou rebellious soul I take heart of grace.
Hast thou not seen how, for some precious treasure,
Men beat of purest gold, a goodly case?
Or cut for fragrant odors, at their pleasure,
Out of rough stone, a rare and polished vase 
O thou short-sighted one I take heart of grace.
Like them, when for myself I am preparing
Out of the soul, a fit abiding-place;
I hew thee, beat thee, till I see thee bearing
My image; and my perfect likeness trace;
Therefore, thou chosen one i take heart of grace.
Oh then, be of good courage I for I love thet-,
Gladly and cheerfully each cross embrace,
And bear it manfully; for soon above thee,
Light from my throne each cloud away shall
chase;
Therefore, afflicted one I take heart of grace.
And soon lit-Ys sorest trials passed forever,
Faultless before thy and my Father's face,
I will present thee joyfully; and never
Need to say to thee, in that resting-place,
O weary, fainting soul I take heart of grace.




210  BE'aL: TSE HE FIRST LC VED US.
For every hour of that blest life immortal,
Thou shalt be glad my guiding hand to trace,
That made thee meet, by trials, through the portal
To enter in, and rest in my embrace;
l'herefore, look upward I and take heart of
grace.
BECA USE HE FIRST LOVED  US
LOVE Thee, O my God I but not
For what I hope thereby,
Nor yet because who love Thee not
Must die eternally.
I love Thee, O my God I and still
I ever will love Thee,
Solely because, my God, Thou art
Who first hast lov6d me I
For me, to lowest depths of woe
Thou didst Thyself abase;
For me didst bear the cross, the shame,
And manifold disgrace;
For me didst suffer pains unknown,
Blooa-sweat and agony.
Yea, death itself-all, all for me I
For me, Thine enemy i




AICX AND IN PRISON.         211
Then shall I not, 0 Saviour, mine I
Shall I not love Thee well?
Not with the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;
Not with the hope of earning aught,
Nor seeking a reward;
But freely, fully, as Thyself
Ilast lov6d me, 0 Lord I
SICK AND IN PRISON.
ILDLY falls the night around me,
Chains I cannot break have bound me
Spirits unrebuked, undriven
From before me darken Heaven;
Creeds bewilder, and the saying
Unfelt prayer makes need of praying.
In this bitter anguish lying
Only Thou wilt hear my cryingThou whose hands wash white the emnng,
As the wool is at the shearing,
Not with dulcimer or psalter,
But witb tears, I seek Thine altar.




!11'    SICK AND IN PRISON.
Feet, that trod the mount so wealy,
Eyes, that pitying looked on Mary,
Hands, that brought a Father's blessing,
Heads of little children pressing;
Voice, that said, "Behold thy Mother,"
Lo I I seek ye, and none other.
Look. 0 gentlest eye of pity,
Out ot Zion, glorious city I
Speak, 0 voice of mercy, sweetly I
Hide me, hands of love, completely.
Sick, in prison, lying lonely,
Ye can lift me up-Ye only.
In my hot brow soothe the aching,
In my sad heart stay the breaking;
On my lips, the murmurs trembling
Change to praises undissembling;
Make me raise as th' evangels,
Clothe me with the wings of angels.
Power, that made the few loaves many,
Power, that blessed the wine at Cana,
Power, that said to Lazarus "waken,"
Leave, oh, leave me not forsaken,
Sick, and hungry, and in prison,
Save me, Crucified and Risen I




*Ab oN~E WHOM IIIS bM  TEI  COMFORTET2."213
"AS ONE TVHOM  HIS MOTIIER COMFOR TETTIP"
i SO will I comfort you," as when a sobbing
U child
Seeks sweet heart-comfort on its mother's breast;
By her caresses fond unconsciously beguiled
From memories of pain, soon sinks to rest.
" Ye shall be comforted."  Our hearts are faint
and sore.
We would be little children once again;
But childhood would bring back the griefs we
knew of yore,
But not the mother who caressed us then.
We need a stronger love, we seek a deeper rest,
Whose type and earnest we once knew in this;
The nestling of the child upon its mother's breast,
The sweet dreams won us by her "good-nigat "
kiss.
rIrdI grant us restful sleep, untroubled, swett
and calm,
Not fitful slumbers'mid Life's fevered dream;
Oh, seal our weary eyelids with thy touch of balm
Not to re-ope until the Great Day's gleam.




214"AS ONE WHOM HiS MOTHER COMFORTETH.'
And yet we are such children, foolish, weak and
blind,
That while we long for sleep, thy gentle hand
May change the calming cup, and far more wise
and kind,
Give needed bitterness with this command:
"Drink, child I" Thy Father's love shall make the
unsought draught
Sweet to thy soul, though bitter to thy lips.
Think, how for thee, thy sinless Elder Brother
quaffed
The cup thou filled'st,'neath my love's eclipse.
Ah, Father I whatsoe'er thy children truly need
Thou givest, not whatever they implore.
And oft we grieving think, Thy mercy gives nu
heed
To car rash pleadings, when our hearts are sore.
But when the long sad lesson we have learned a
length,
And with unmurmuring meekness we receive
The cup, whose bitter draught gives new and
mighty strength,
We own Thy wise true love, and no more grieve




"AS ONE WHOM flIHS MOTHER C'OMORTETH."215
But rest in patient hope, although Thou long witbh
hold
The chalice. Death and Life brimmed, chrismal seal
Of conquest at whose touch the pearly gates unfold.
And Heaven's high glories to the soul reveal.
We only wait as minors, till the glad birth-day
Shall crown us kings before our Father's throne.
As princely exiles here, we struggle, toil, and pray,
With eyes by watching very weary grown.
For comfortless, aye, orphan'd, Thou dost never
make
Thy children. Trusting hearts are kept in peace,
And when our night-time comes, Thou'lt bid us
sleep to wake
Whlere every sob is hushed anti sorrows cease.




216                 MAR Y
MA R Y.
THE box is not of stainless alabastei
Which o'er thy feet I break;
Nor filled with costly ointment, gracious Master,
Pouredfor Thy sake.
Nay, rather is it shapen in this fashionA living heart,
Dashed all across with scarlet stains of passion,
And broke in part;
While from its open wound comes softly drippins
Like slow tears shed,
Or heavy drops, along thy footstool slipp'ng,
Its life-blood red.
It needs no balm of myrrh for sweet or bitter,
But life and love;
The sad conditions make mine offering fitter
Th3 heart to move.
From all these claims of cruel wrong and anguish,
This load of grief
Wherewith my soul doth pant, and mourn, and lan.




P3VEINTn.                217
in thy far home is not thy soul still tender
For mortal woe?
Ilear'st thou not still, amid that spotless splendor
Thlat seraphs know?
C~). turn thy human eyes from heavenly glory I
Say, as before,
1 hose tenderest words of all thy Gospel story:
"Go, sin no more I"
E VE NIN G.
G ENTLY the dew falls on the grass,
The winds are hushed to rest,
And softly sinks the crescent moon,
Adovwn the quiet west.
And one by one, as shadows fall,
The stars come out on high,
Till in full brightness spreads unveiled,
The glory of the sky,
I sit upon the summer hills,
Far from the noisy throng,
And hear the modest night-bird sing
Her low and plaintive song.
The little streamlets bright and clear
Go singing on their way,




218$             E VNATTG.
While countless insect voices weave
Their never-ending lay.
0 God, in such an hour as this,
How yearns the soul to know
The mysteries of the heavens above
And of the earth below!
An atom in the boundless whole,
A speck upon the air,
I seem as one engulfed and lost,
Without a Father's care.
My life I draw, I know not how.
From the mysterious past;
Before me stretches all unknown
A future strange and vast.
What part have I in this wide ream l
Wlhat place have I to fill?
Or can the smallest issue hang
Upon my wavering will 
Yet folded in these shades of night,
My busy thoughts arise,
To range afar the fields of earth,
And wander through the skies.




illS WAYS.              219
Is there a b.and that reaches down
From out this vast unknown?
Is there a love that beckons me
To the eternal throne?
I ask the silent stars above,
As men have asked of old,
No voice comes from them, as they look,
On mountains still and cold.
The entrance of Thy Word, 0 God I
Alone can break this night,
And shed o'er all the way I go,
A clear and living light.
By faith, I take that blessed Word
And follow at its call;
The God who made the heavens and eartJh
Can see and know them all.
HIS WA YS.
I ASKED for grace to lift me high,
Above the world's depressing cares,
God sent me sorrows —with a sigh
I said, He has not heard my prayers.




224              HIS WA YS.
I asked for light, that I might see
AIy path along life's thorny road;
But clouds and darkness shadowed me
AlWhen I expected light from Gou.
I asked for peace, that I might rest
To think my sacred duties o'er,
When lo! such horrors filled my breast
As I had never felt before.
And G0 I cried, can this be prayer
Whose plaints the steadfast mountains move I
Can this be Heaven's prevailing care;
And, O my God, is this Thy love 
But soon I found that sorrow, worn
As Duty's garment, strength supplies,
And out of darkness meekly borne
Unto the righteous light doth rise.
And soon I found that fears which stirr'd
IMy startled soul God's will to do,
On me more real peace conferr'd
Than in life's calm I ever knew.
Then, Lord, in Thy mysterious ways
Lead my dependent spirit on,
And whensoe'er it kneels and prays,
Teach it to say, "Thy will be done 1"




IN THE HARVEST FIELD.         221
Let its one thought, one hope, one prayer,
Thine image seek-Thy glory see;
Let every other wish and care
Be left confidingly to Thee I
STRENGTH.FOR THE DAY.
STRENGTH for the day I At early dawn I stand,
Helpless and weak, and with unrested eyes,
Watching for day. Before its portal lies
A low black cloud-a heavy iron band:
Slowly the mist is lifted from the land,
And pearX and amber gleam across the skies,
Gladdening my upward gaze with sweet surprise!
I own the sign: I know that He whose hand
Iath fringed those sombre clouds with ruby ray,
And changed that iron bar to molten gold,
Will to my wandering steps be guide and stayBreathe o'er my wavering heart His rest for aye,
And give my waiting, folded palms to hold
His blessei/ morning boon —strength for the day
IN  THE HAR VEST FIELD.
LORY to Him who bids the field
Its blessing to our toil to yield,
Who giveth mucej, who giveth more,
19*




222       IN THE.HA RVEST MtIELD.
Till store and basket runneth o'er;
Thus, ere the golden skies grow dim,
CGome, let us sing our Harvest hymn.
His finger on the land doth lay
Its beauty, stretching far away;
His breath doth fill the opal skies
With grandeur dread to mortal eyes;
ie gives man harvest from the wild,
And drops the daisies for the child.
But oh, how shall we dare draw near I
Such power is veiled in mists of fear,
What can we be to One who fills
The awful silence of the hills,
Who knows the secrets of the sea,
The wild beasts in the forests free?
But, Lord, we know Thee otherwise —
A slighted man, with loving eyes,
Toiling along with weary feet
Such paths as these among the wheat;
Come from the light of Heaven's throne
To call no home on earth Thine own.
O Lord, Thou givest bounteous spoil
To the poor measure of our toil,
For our few gray dark sowing days
The glow of A;:gust's evening blaze.




NOT AS THE WORLD GI 0VET'H.    228
And what can we give for the pain
With which Thou sowed immortal grainI
Nothing-for all we have is Thine,
Who need'st not corn, nor oil, nor wine;
Nothing-unless Thou make us meet
To follow Thee through tares and wheat,
And from the storm of wrath and sin
To help Thee bring Thy harvest in.
NOT AS THE WORLD GIVETI.
CLEARER than vision of inspired dreamer I
Dearer than hope of glories yet to be I
Fall on the heart, Thy words, O blest Redeemer —
" Not as the world giveth give I unto thee I"
Not as the world giveth, though her fields are waving
White with her incense-flowers, like foam upon the
sea;
NGt though her singing birds their earth-born songs
are saving'Till in the upper air they pour them out to Thee;
Not though the fair of earth still with sweet en
deavor,
Set firm white faces'gainst the tide of wrong;




2t24    NOT AS THE  WORLD GIVETH.
Not though love's monotone and ch-'idren's vonoes
ever
Hide in the harmonies of earth's parest song;
N4t though Faith, victorious, seizes Earth's high
places,
Sets over all the steady star of Iope;
Nlot though Love that suffereth and is kind, her traces
Leaves on the soul, that scarce with flesh can cope;
Not with earthly splendor, though her days in dying
Lie down in blue and gold, and wrap themselves in
flame;
Not though the saints of God in her still valleys
lying,
Write o'er their resting-places, "Hallowed be Thy
name;"
Not as the world giveth, though her trees and
grasses
Climb her high mountains and cluster in her clouds;
Not as the world giveth, though her fame, that
passes,
Gilds with brief glory her kings in purple shrouds 
Not as the world giveth, though her hand be laden
Heavy with the jewels earth still holds for man;
Not as the wor a giveth, though a man and maiden
Know. for a moment, more than angel can.




A SA VIOUR'S LO' Vi.         225
Not such as these, that leave no sign in  dying,
Is the dear Voice-we know it to be true —
That through the ages to the saints is crying,
"Not as the world giveth give I unto you."
A  S'VIO UR'S L O Y.
6L OVE I Thee, Lord? How much love I I
Truly, Lord, I cannot tell."
"Yet thou lov'st Me?" " Yes, I love Thee,
Love Thee passing, passing well.
"I would give all hoped-for glory
Gladly yield my slender all,
To behold Thy face forever,
At Thy blessed feet to fall.
"Yes, I love Thee as I never
Loved upon this earth before;
I have loved, intensely, wildly,
Yet, oh, Lord I I love Thee more."
" Try, my child, My2 love to measure."
" Rising heights each height transcend.s, Sink the plummet!" "Lord,'tis weary,
And it cannot finid the end."




226-              LBRABOB/L.W
R A BB   rO 2.
)' all the nights of most mysterious dread,
This elded earth hath known, none matched
in gloom
That crucifixion night when Christ lay dead,
-Scaled up in Joseph's tomb 1
II.
No faith that rose sublime above the pain,
Remembered in its anguish what He said;
"After three days and I shall rise again,"
-Their hopeless hearts were dead.
III.
Throughout the ghastly " Preparation Day,"
How had that stricken mother dragged her breath
Like all of Adam born, her God-given lay
Beneath the doom of death.
IV.
Tlhe prophecy she nursed through pondering years
Of apprehension, now had found its whole
fulfillment, infinite beyonltd her fears,
— l'be sword had pierced her soul I




RABBONVI.               227
V.
rhe vehement tears of Peter well might flow,
Mixed with the wormwood of repentant shame;
Now would he yield his life thrice told, if so
He might confess the name
VI.
Ele had denied with curses. Fruitless were'lThe keen remorses now, the gnawing smart;
A heavier stone than sealed the sepulchre
Was rolled above his heart.
VII.
Surprise and grief and baffled hopes sufficed
To rush as seas their souls and God betweeu;
Yet none of all had mourned the buried Christ,
As Mary Magdalene.
VILI.
When all condemned-He bade her live again,
When all were hard-His pity moved above
1er penitent spirit, healed it, cleansed its stain,
And made it pure with love.
Ix.
4nd she had broken all her costliest store
O'er him whose tenderness, so new, so rare,
stood like a strong, white angel evermore'Twixt her and mad despair.




228               itABMON.
X.
And He was dead! —Ier peace had died with him I
The demons who had fled at his control,
With sevenfold chains within their dungeons dim,
Would henceforth bind her soul.
XI.
How slowly crept the Sabbath's endless week!
What aching vigils watched the lingering day,
When she might stagger through the (ldark and seek
The garden where tie lay!
XII.
And when she thrid her way to meet the (lawn,
And found the gates unbarred,-a grieving moan
Broke from her lips-" Who," for her strength was
"Will roll away the stone?"         [gone —
XIII.
Rhe held no other thought, no hope but this;
To look —to touch the sacred flesh once more, —'llandle the spices with adoring kiss,
And help to wind him o'er
XIV.
With the fair linen Joseph had prepared, —
Lift reverently the wounded hands and feet,
And gaze, one blinded, on the features bared,
And drink the last most sweet,




RABBONI.               229
XV.
Divine illusion of his presence there;
And then, the embalming done, with one low cry
Of utmost, unappeasable despair,
Seek out her home and die.
xvI.
Lo! the black square that showed the opened tomb I
She sprang —she entered unafraid-and swept
Her arms outstretching, groping through the gloom,
To touch Him where He slept.
XVII.
Her trembling fingers grasped the raiment cold,
Pungent with aloes, lying where He lay:
She smoothed her hands above it, fold by fold.,Her Lord was stolen away!XVIIT.
And others came anon, who wept him sore, —
Simon and John, the women pale and spent
With fearful watchings; wondering more and more
They questioned, gazed,-and went.
x2x.
Nor thus did Mary. Though the lingering gloom
Par'ed into brightness, and city's stir
Came floating upward to the golden tomb,
There was no dawn for her:
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230               RABBONI.
xx.
No room for faintest hopes, nor utmost fears;
For when she sobbing stooped, and saw the twain
Whlte-clothen angels, through her falling tears,
Sit where her Lord had lain,XXI.
And ask,-" Why weepest thou?" —there brake no
cry,
But she with deaden'd calm her answer made:
"Because they have taken away my Lord, and I
Know not where He is laid."
XXII.
-Was it a step upon the dewy grass?
Was it a garment rustled by the wind?
Did some hushed breathing o'er her senses pass,
And draw her looks behind?
XXIII.
She turned and saw-the very Lord she soughtJesus, the newly-risen I... but no surprise
Held her astound and rooted to the spot;
Her film'd and holden eyes
xxiv.
Had only vision for the swathed form;
Nor from her mantle lifted she her face,
Nor marveled that the gardener's voice should warm
With pity at her case; —




RABB ONl.               231
XXv.
Till sprang the sudden thought, "If he should
know:"And then she turned full quickly: " Sir, I pray
Tell me where thou hast borne Him, that I may go
And take Him thence away."
xXVI.
The resurrection-morning's broadening blaze
Shot up behind, and clear before her sight,
Centered on Jesus its transfiguring rays,
And hallowed Him with light.
XXVII.
" Mary!"-The measureless pathos was the same
As when her Lord had said —" Thou art forgiven:'
I-lad lie, for comfort, named her by her name
Out from the height of heaven?
XXVIII.
She looked aloft-she listened, turned and gazed;
A revelation flashed across her brow;
One moment,-and she prostrate fell, amazed, —
"' RCbhoni!-It is Thou I"




232              TO TREE!
T O T.HEE!
I BRING my sins to Thee,
The sins I cannot count,
That all may cleansed be
In Thy once-opened fount.
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee;
The burden is too great for me.
My heart to Thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read;
A faithless, wandering thing,
An evil heart indeed.
I bring it, Saviour, new to Thee,
Tbhat fixed and faithful it may be.
To Thee I bring my care,
The care I cannot flee;
Thou wilt not only share,
But, take it all for me.
O loving Saviour I now to Thee,
I bring the load that wearies me.
I bring my grief to Thee,
The grief I cannot tell;
No words shall needed be,
Thou knowest all so well.
I bring the sorrow laid on me,
0 suffering Saviour I all to Thee.




LYD WELLING.              2AS
My joys t) Thee I bring,
The joys Thy love has given,
That each may be a wing
To lift me nearer heaven.
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
Who hast procured them all for me.
My life I bring to Thee,
I would not be my own;
0 Saviour! let me be
Thine ever, Thine alone!
My heart, my life, my all I bring
To Thee, my Saviour and my King,
I2VD WEL LING.
LN unto me, Oh Christ, Divine One, come I
I'll open wide the door. Make me Thy Tempie,
home.
Cleanse Thou each hidden chamber of my soul;
Cure secret sickness,-make me perfect,-whole.
Cast out-to stay cast out —all love of sin.
Adorn, with Thine own band, the dwelling-place
within.
Let me Thy presence feel. Mine eyes Thy glory see,
My guest, abiding guest, oh I wilt Thou be?
Spread Thou the table; let me sup with TheeCome unto me I




234            13 - WEL L ING.
Long years I've wandered in this world oi woe,
In by-paths strange and devious would I go;
With books of learning, I have vainly sought
To feed my soul-to wholly live on thought,
Till now half starved, emaciate, poor and lean,
1: find myself all naked, sick, uncleanUnfit at any table to appear,
Convulsed by doubts and sore distressed oy fear;
Yet still T need Thee, Lord, and fain would be
Thy host and guest, from all uncleanness free:
Come unto me'
Oh, come to me!
My heart I'll open wide. There's not a room,
So high or low, but to it Thou shalt come,
From attic high to cellar dark and drear,
Where oft I've sought for peace or fled in fear;
Where e'en my dearest friend has ne'er been bid;
Where all my secret motives have been hidAll, all-I open wide-the house is Thine
Within to dwell, to feast, and evermore to shine.
Let me belong to Thee! and be Thou mine,
My only Guest-my Deity!Come unto me I
Oh, come to me.
Henceforth I feast; but at no cost of mine;
Henceforth I drink life-giving, heavenly wine;
Henceforth, with flowers are crowned my envry cup*
Henceforth with Jesus as my guest I sup'




WA Tr' ON TiHE LORD.         235
Henceforth my mind, my heart, my being whole
Is made a glorious palace for the soul;
And at its table, most divinely spread,
[ feast, and feast again, on Living Bread  -
Nothing to hide, —there is no future dread;
IHere, with my Friend, my Brother, Priest and King,
Joy fills my every sense. His praises now I sing,
And day by day, new beauties do I see,
For He has come to met
Even unto me.
WAIT ON THE LORD.
ONE touch from Thee-the Healer of diseases;
One little touch would make our brother whole;
And yet Thou comest not-O blessed Jesus I
Send a swift answer to our waiting soul.
Full many a message have we sent, and pleaded
That Thou wouldst haste Thy coming, gracious
Lord;
Each message was received, and heard, and heeded,
And yet we welcome no responsive word.
We know that Thou art blessing whilst withh )lding ~
We know that Thou art near us, though apart;
knd though we list no answer, Thou art folding
Our poor petitions to thy smitten heart.
A bright and glorious answer is preparing,
Hid in the heights of love-the depths of grace;
We know that Thou, the Risen, still art bearing
('tur c(.:lse as Ti;iue withlin te loly place




236             1X Y PRA YPER.
And so we trust our pleadings to Thy keeping;
So at Thy feet we lay our burden down;
Content to bear the earthly cross, with weeping,
Till at Thy feet we cast the heavenly crown.
MY PRAYER.
GIVE me a song, and I will sing it!
Give me an offering, I will bring it t
Give me Thyself, and I will take Thee I
Withdraw Thyself, and I forsake Thee I
My land lies fallow: Master, till me!
My heart lies empty: Master, fill me!
It plays the traitor: Master, win me!
It faints I it dies I Put new life in me I
It goes astray: good Shepherd, lead me I
It sighs for hunger: come and feed me I
It, is so poor I Give riches to me!
It is corrupt: 0 Lord, renew me I
So ignorant I Oh I wilt Thou teach me 
Has wandered far I But Thou canst reach me 1
Is sore diseased: Physician, heal me!
Exposed to danger: oh, conceal me I
It trembles i In Thine arms, oh, fold me I
Begins to sink I 0 Saviour, hold me I
Is sinking fast! Lord, look upon me I
So cold and dark I Oh, shine upon me I
A poor, lost sinner I Come and find me!




LIGHT OF TfHE WORLD.           237
A rebel I May Thy love now bind me t
A prodigal! Wilt Thou receive me?
A beggar I Oh i wilt Thou relieve me?
A backslider! Wilt Thou restore me?
Unholy! May Thy presence awe me I
Unfit to die! 0 God, prepare me!
So weak! On eagles' wings, oh, bear me t
So comfortless! Lord Jesus, cheer me I
So lonely I God of love, draw near me;
By sin accused I Good Lord, acquit me!
Unfit for Heaven's pure service! Fit me I
Unfit for work on earth! But use me I
A suppliant! Do not Thou refuse me!
Oh! come and fill the hungry with good things:
For Thou hast all I need, Thou King of kings 1
LIGHT OF THE WORLD.
LIGLIT of the World! to Thee I come I
All da.k with sin am I;
Yet is thy light my childhood's home,
Long lost: now through the earth I roam
A stranger, wearily.
Though I am dark, Thou seest me,
And knowest all my sin;
I cannot hide one thought from Thee —
Nor would I, Lord I O search, and see
All that lies hid withill I




238               NCT LOST.
Unless I know my Father knows
The worst that I have done,
13ow can I bear the love He shows?
How take the gift that love bestows
On such a guilty one?
My Father, lo, all doubting dies I
I know that Thou canst see.
Outspread before Thy glorious eyes
My present, past, and future lies;
And yet Thou lovest me i
NOT LOST.
THE look of sympathy, the gentle word,
Spoken so low that only angels heard;
The secret art of pure self-sacrifice,
Unseen by men but marked by angels' eyes;
These are not lost.
The sacred music of a tender strain,
Wiung frcm a poet's heart by grief and pain,
And chanted timidly, with doubt and fear,
To busy crowds who scarcely pause to hear,
It is not lost.




JlR USAL EM A BO   F S.FREE.     23
The prayers that rise like incense from the soul,
Longing for Christ to make it clean and whole;
These are not lost.
Thc happy dreams that gladdened all our youth,
When dreams had less of self and more of truth
The childlike faith, so tranquil and so sweet.
Which sat like Mary at the Master's feet;
These are not lost.
The kindly plans devised for others' good,
So seldom guessed, so little understood;
The quiet, steadfast love that strove to win
Some wanderer from the woeful ways of sin;
These are not lost.
Not lost, 0 Lord, for in Thy city blight,
Our eyes shall see the past by clearer light;
And things long hidden from our gaze below,
Th:u wilt reveal, and we shall surely know
They were not lost.
JERUSALEf' ABOVE IS FREE.
I WOULD not stay the years that wing,
lHowe'er my lot be cas;,
Nor say, O sun, look back, and bring
One day from out the past.




240     JER USALE.M AB 9) VE IS FREE.'
He ever will my portion be
Whose goodness I recallJerusalem above is free,
And mother of us all.
Free are her happy gates to prayer,
And open night and day,
The holy lyres are tuneful there
When earthworn pilgrims pray;
There wakes the strain of jubilee
When helpless sinners callJerusalem above is free,
And mother of us all.
Free are the fadeless bowers of rest,
And free their joys untold,
Free are the mansions of the blest,
And free the streets of gold.
Though hidden'ong the glories be
Salvatio'l is the wallJerusalem above is free,
And mother of us all.
Home of my soul I I praise the Lord
That made thy comforts free,
And led me by His faithful word
To seek my rest in Thee I
Though circumscribed my way may bN,
I know, whate'er befall,
Jerusalem above is free,
And m1otller of us all




L[VING WA TE RS.           241
I would not stay the years that wing,
Howcler my lot be cast,
Nor say, 0 sun, look back, and bring
One day from out the past.
He ever will my portion be
Whose goodness I recallJerusalem above is free,
And mother of us all.
LIVING WA TERS.
THERE are some hearts like wells, green-mossed
and deep
As ever summer saw;
And cool their water is-yea, cool and sweet;But you must come to draw.
They hoard not, yet they rest in calm content,
And not unsought will give;
They can be quiet with their wealth unspent,
So self-contained they live.
And there are some like springs, that bubbling
To follow dusty ways,            [burst
And run with offered cup to quench his thirst
Where the tired traveler strays:That never ask the meadows if they want
What is their joy to give -
Unasked, their lives to other life they grant —
So self-bestowed. they live I
21




2,42            A T E'VEIVYG.
And One is like the ocean, deep and wi de,
Wherein all waters fall;
That girdles the broad earth, and draws the tide,
Feeding and hearing all.
That broods the mists, that sends the clouds abroad
That takes, again to give;
Even the great and loving heart of God,
Whereby all love doth live.
AT E VENIN G.
UNDER Thy loving care
Another day has past;
Its sacrifice I bear
To Thee at last.
Thou knowest every cross,
Each pleasure and each pain;
Thou seest what is loss,
And what is gain.
These tangled threads of life
Thou holdest in thy hand,
And thou their seeming strift
Dost understand.
So in thy loving care
I rest secure, forgiven;
Thou wilt the morrow's work prepare,
Or give me Heaven.




AlY C'RS0oS               243
MY CROSS.
I1T is not heavy agonizing woe,.Bcaring me down with hopeless, crushing weight:;No ray of comfort in the gathering gloom;
A heart bereaved, a household desolate.
It is not sickness with her withering hand,
Keeping me low upon a couch of pain;
Longing each morning for the weary night,
At night for weary day to come again.
It is not poverty with chilling blast,
The sunken eye, the hunger-wasted form;
The dear ones perishing for lack of bread,
With no safe shelter from the winter's storm.
It is not slander with her evil tongue;'T's not "' presumptuous sins " against my God;'Not reputation lost, nor fiiends betrayed;
That such is not my cross, I thank my God.
bi ine is a daily cross of petty cares,
Of little duties pressing on my heart,
Of little troubles hard to reconcile,
Of inward troubles overcome in part.
MTy teet are weary in their daily rounds,
My heart is weary of its daily care,




944          ALONE WIT.H GOD.
My sinful nature often doth rebel:
I pray for grace my daily cross to bear.
It is not heavy, Lord, ytt oft I pine I
It is not heavy, but'tis everywhere;
By day and night each hour my cross I bear,
I dare not lay it down-Thou keep'st it there.
I dare not lay it down; I only ask
That, taking up my daily cross, I may
Follow my Master, humbly, step by step,
Through clouds and darkness unto perfect day.
AL ONE WITH GOD.
A LONE with Thee, my God I alone with Thee!
Thus wouldst Thou have it still-thus let it be
There is a secret chamber in each mind,
Which none can find
But He who made it-none beside can know
Its joy or woe.
Oft may I enter it oppressed by care,
And find Thee there;
So full of watchful love, Thou know'st the why
Of every sigh.
Then all Thy righteous dealings shall I see,
Alone with Thee, my God I alone with Thee.




AL ONE WiTHt GOD.            245
The joys of earth are like a summer's da y,
Fading away;
But in the twilight we may better trace
Thy wondrous grace.
The homes of earth are emptied oft by death
With chilling breath;
The loved departed guest may ope no more
The we i-known door;
Still in that chamber seal'd Thou'it dwell with me,
And I with Thee, my God! alone with Thee.
The world's false voice would bid me enter not
That hallowed spot;
And earthly thoughts would follow on the track
To hold me back,
Or seek to break the sacred peace within
With this world's din.
But, by Thy grace, I'll cast them all aside,
Whate'er betide;
And never let that cell deserted be,
Where I may dwell alone, my God, with Thee.
The war may rage!-keep Thou the citadel,
And all is well.
And when 1 learn the fullness of Thy love
With Th- e above
When every heart oppressed by hidden grief
Shall gain elief —
21*




246   THIE BATTLE FOUGBHT AND WON
When every weary soul shall find its rest
Amidst the blestThen all my heart, from sin and sorrow free,
shall be a temple meet, my God, for Thee I
TIHE BA TTLE FO UGHT AND WOY.
CIOME, Lord, and fight the battle,
My hands are tired and faint:
I have no strength to struggle,
" Consider my complaint."
One of Thy weakest soldiers
Is weary in the field,Yet Thine is all the victory,
Thy love is all my shield.'Tis not that I amn weary
Of service done for Thee;T'-s not that I would alter
Thy loving will for meSweet is the vineyard labor,
Through all the toil and heat;
And sweet the lonely night-watch
Safe resting at Thy feet.
Yet, Lord, there is a warfare
No eye but Thine may see;
Oh, hear my cry for succor,
Comle Thlou, and fihllt for me,,




THE1 BATTLE FOUGHT AND WON.  247
The self I cannot conquer,
The will that still is mine,
Oh, take them both, Lord Jesus,
And make them one with Thine.
Take them I I cannot yield them —
I am not what I seemed:
I have no power, Lord Jesus,
To do what once I dream'd.
The yearning of the earth-life,
Is stronger than my strength;
When may the spell be broken,
And freedom come at length?
Like dew on drooping blossoms,
Like breath from holy place,
Laden with health and healing
Come Thy deep words of grace'
Thy strength is all in leaning,
On One who fights for thee;
Thine is the helpless clinging
And Mine the victory."




48       NOS  NT KNO W1YG.
NOT KNOWING.
KNOW not what will befall me I God hangi a
mist o'er my eyes;
And o'er each step of my onward path He makes
new scenes to rise,
And every joy He sends me comes as a sweet and
glad surprise.
I see not a step before me, as I tread the days of
the year,
But the past is still in God's keeping, the future
IIis mercy shall clear,
And what looks dark in the distance, may brighten
as I cdraw near.
For perhaps the dreadful future has less bitterness
than I think;
Tie Lord may sweeten the water before I stool) to
drink.
Or, if Marah must be Marah, He will stand beside
its brink.
It may be there is waiting for the coming of my
feet
Rome gift of such rare blessedness, some joy so
strangely sweet,
rhat my lips can only tremble with the thanks I
cannot speak.




MY APITO  VTED TIME.          249
0 restful, blissful ignorance!'Tis blessed not to
know;
It keeps me quiet in those arms which will not let
me go,
Anid hluslles my soul to rest on the boson. whieb
loves me so.
So I go on not knowing. I would not if I might;
1 should rather walk in the dark with God, than go
alone in the light,
I would rather walk with Him by faith, than walk
alone by sight.
Mly heart shrinks back from trials which the future
may disclose,
Yet I never had a sorrow but what the dear Lord
chose;
So I send the coming tears back, with the whis
pered word, " He knows."
MY APPOINTED TIME.
THOUGHT me near the pearly gate,
I thought I heard the Master call;
But I was wrong, and I must wait:
Not yet I I have not suffered all.
I thought I heard the angel's song,
Thai breaks like some eternal sea:




~250      1AfY A I. O`L0TED TIME.
I thought I saw the countless throng
Bending to God the rev're.nt knee.
I thought I knew the sainted face
Of many here whom I had known;
But glorified with some new grace,
And into Jesus' likeness grown.
And, oh, I thought the kingly One,
My soul delights its Lord to call,
Rose on my being like a sun;
And like a sun outshone them all
But I was wrong; I am not ripe
To enter on my endless rest:
Where God's own hand all tears shall wipe,
And soothe each heavy-laden breast.
I have a will, yet, of my own:
The Lord has work for me to do;
All earthly things I've not outgrown,
Nor wholly put on all things new.
My tinme appointed I will wait,
Until my last great change shall come;
Then Ile will open wide the Gate,
And, satisfied, I shall go home.




LET ME FiXD THEE.            20
LET HE FIND  THEE
BEHOLD me here, in grief draw near,
Pleading at Thy throne, 0 King I
To Thee each tear, each trembling fear,
Jesus, Son of Man! I bring.
Let me find Thee —let me find TheeMe, a vile and worthless thing I
Look down in love, and from above,
With Thy Spirit satisfy;
Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me,
And Thy purchase, Lord, am I.
Let me find Thee-let me find Thee,
Here on earth, and then on high I
No other prayer to Thee I hear,
O my Lord, but only this:
To share Thy grace, to see Thy face,
And to know Thy people's bliss.
Let me find Thee-let me find TheeThee to find is blessedness I
Hear the broken, scarcely spoken
Utterance of my heart to Thee;
All the crying, all the sighing,
Of Thy child accepted be.
Let me find Thee-let me find Thee;
Thus my soul longs vehemently I




252     EE1N ED URANCK
Worldly pleasures, earthly treasures,
Joys and honors, will not stay:
They often pain, and, oh! how vain,
Looking to eternity I
Let me find Thee-let me find TheeFind Thee, 0 my God, this day I
EN.D U RANCE.
1 0 W much the heart may bear, and yet not break I
How much the flesh may suffer, and not die 
I question much if any pain or ache
Of soul or body brings our end more nigh.
Death chooses his own time; till that is worn,
All evils may be borne.
We shrink and shudder at the surgeon's knife;
Each nerve recoiling from the cruel steel,
Whose edge seems searching for the quivering life
Yet to our sense the bitter pangs reveal
That still, although the trembling flesh be torn,
This, also can be borne.
Wc see a sorrow rising in our way,
And try to flee from the approaching ill.
YWe seek some small escape-we weep and prayBut when the blow falls, then our hearts are still,
Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn,
But that it can be borne.




READ Y FOR ALL!           253
We wind oui life about another lifeWe hold it closer, dearer than our ownAnon it faints and falls in deadly strife,
Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone;
But ah! we do not die with those who mournThis, also, can be borne.,Behold, we live through all things-famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain! all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body- but we cannot die,
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn;
Lo I all things can be borne.
READY FOPR ALL!
44  EADY, O Master I" with eager lip
l  We cried when the day was new;
" And whatsoever Thy high commands,
Thy servants are waiting with willing hands,
Prepared both to dare and to do i"
i Ready, O Master!"-No answer came,
As we waited in weariness long:
Had He scorned the hands that were fain to bear
Their part in the burden-fain to share
In the battle, the triumph, the song?
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254        I WOULD HA VE G ONE.
"Ready, O Master!" we cried once more,
As the long, long hours went by:
"Tell us Thy will I Is it w oe or shame;
We will bear them both, for Thy blessed name,
For Thy name we would gladly die."
Softly the answer came-" 0 child 1
Not such is My will for thee,
But only to stand in thy quiet lot,
Doing its duties and questioning not
What the wherefore or end may be."
0 Infinite love, that has ordered thus I
Yet oft it more wearisome seems
Patiently thus to be serving here,
Than to carry the banner and sword and spear,
And fight in the fields of our dreams.
Patience I 0 questioning, wavering heart I
Good cheer and glad courage be thine I
The cup of cold water bestowed in His name,
Is sweeter than sacrifice, fairer than fame,
And the service itself is divine I
I WO ULD HA VE G ONE.
WOULD have gone, God bade me stay,
I would have worked, God bade me rest;
He broke my will from day to day;
He read my yearnings unexpressed,
AndI said tllem  nay.




SUBMISSIOS]&. G2I
Now I would stay, God bids me go,
Now I would rest, God bids me work;
He breaks my heart, tossed too and fro;
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me I
Day after day, I plod and moil,
But Christ, my Lord, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil,
And rest with Thee?
SUBMISSION.
GOD'S right-hand angel bright and calm —
Christ's strengthener in the agonyTeach us the meaning of that psalm
Of fullness only known by thee:
"' Thy will be done 1" We sit alone,
Anld grief within our heart grows strong
With passionate moaning,'till thou come,
And turn it tc a song.
Come when the days go heavily,
WVeighed down with burdens hard to bear;
When joy and hope fail utterly,
And leave us fronted by despair.
qome not with flattering earthly light —




256             S'UBMISSI ON,
But with those clear grand e3 es that ee
Beyond the dark, beyond the bright,
Straight toward Eternity.
Teach us to work when work seems vain,
This is half victory over fateTo match ourselves against our pain;
The rest is done when we can wait.
Unseal our eyes to see how rife
With bloom this thorny path may be;
And how it leads to heights of life
Which only thou canst see.
Content thee-so the angel saithThy minor makes the triumph strain
Sound sweeter on celestial breathAnd God has use for all thy pain.
His joy thy struggling soul may reach;
From the strong slain comes sweetness stiAl
And God lets suffering only teach,
Some best revealings of His will.
Then strike within our hearts the key!
Though only sorrow's note it give,
Yet fit us for Thy Harmony,
And teach us how to live I
O patient watcher over all!
If broken lives may best complete
Thy circle, let our fragments fall
An offering at Thy feet.




'TWILL NOT IBE LONG.         257'T WILL NOT BE L ONG.
IT WI1L not be long-this wearying commotion
That marks its passage in the human breast
And, like the, billows on the heaving ocean,
That ever rock the cradle of unrest,
Will soon subside; the happy time is nearing,
When bliss, not pain, shall have its rich increase,
E'en unto Thee the dove may now be steering
With gracious message. Wait, and hold thy peace;'Twill not be long I
The lamps go out; the stars give up their shining;
The world is lost in darkness for awhile;
And foolish hearts give way to sad repining,
And feel as though they ne'er again could smile.
Why murmur thus, the needful lesson scorning?
Oh, read thy teacher and His word aright!
The world would have no greeting for the morning
If'twere not for the darkness of the nigbt;'Twill not be long!
Tw-ill not be long; the strife will soon be ended;
The doubts, the fears, the agony, the pain,
Will seem but as the clouds that low descended
To yield their pleasure to the parched plain.
The times of weakness and of sole temptations,
Of bitter grief and agonizing cry;
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2568'TWILL NOT BE, LONG.
Theso earthly cares and ceaseless tribulations
IW'ill bring a blissful harvest by-and-by-'Twill not be long I
l S'will not be long; the eye of faith discerning,
l'The wondrous glory that shall be revealed,
Instructs the soul, that every day is learning
The better wisdom which the world concealed.
And soon, aye, soon, there'll be an end of teaching,;When mortal vision finds immortal sight,
And her true place the soul in gladness reaching,
Beholds the glory of the Infinite.'Twill not be long I
"'Twill not be long! the heart goes on repeating;
It is the burden of the mourner's song;
The work of grace in us he is completing,
Who thus tussures us-" It will not be long."
His rod and staff our fainting steps sustaining,
Olur hope and comfort every day will be;
And we may bear our cross as uncomplair.inf
As Hle who leads us unto Calvary;'Twill not be long I




TEE NOBLE ABRlY OF MIARTYRS.   25C
THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRS
PRAISE  THEE.
OT they alone who from the bitter strife
Came forth victorious, yielding willingly
That which they deem most precious, even life,
Content to suffer all things, Christ, for Thee;
Not they alone whose feet so firmly trod
The pathway ending in rack, sword and flame,
Foreseeing death, yet faithful to their Lord,
Enduring for His sake the pain and shame.
Not they alone have won the martyr's palm,
Not only from their lips proceeds the eternal psalm.
For earth hath martyrs now, a saintly throng,
Each day unnoticed do we pass them by;'Mid busy crowds they calmly move al(ng,
Bearing a hidden cross, how patiently i
Not theirs the sudden anguish, swift and keen,
Their hearts are worn and wasted with small cares
With daily griefs and thrusts from foes unseen,.Troubles and trials that take them unawares;
Theirs is a lingering, silent martyrdom,
They Mweep through weary years, and long for rest
to come.
They weep, but murmur not; it is God's will,
And they have learned to bend their own to His,




260_ BE BTILL, AND KNOW ThAIT f.M AGOD.
Simply enduring, knowing that each ill
Is but the herald of some future bliss;
Striving and suffering, yet so silently
They know it least who seem to know them bers,
Faithful and true through long adversity,
They work and wait until God gives them rest;
These surely share with those of bygone days,
the palm-branch and the crown, and swell their
song of praise.
IPE STILL, AND KNOW  THAT    AM  GOD.,
BE still, my child I
I trod this way before;
My hand shall guide thee thro' the wild,
Ask nothing more.
Be still, my child I
I love thee first and last,
()n Me, thy Saviour meek and mild.
Thy sorrows cast.
Be still, my child I
Leave all thy joys and fears,
I know thy hopes and longings wild,
I see thy tears.
Be still, my child i
My hand shall make the whole;




'ES US, SA VIO UR, PIL 0 T ME.
From every sin that hath defiled,
Shall cleanse thy soul.
Be still, my child I
And thou shalt feel My grace;
Come with a spirit meek and mild
Before My face.
Be still, my child I
And I will give thee peace;
When once My face on thee hath smiler
Thy woes shall cease.
Be still, my child I
Until I call thee Home,
Then from thy wandering in the. wild,
Arise, and come I
JESUS, SA VIO UR, PIL 0 T ME.
ESUS, Saviour, pilot me
Over life's tempestuous sea:
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal;
Chart and compass came from Thee.
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
When the Apostles' fragile bark
Struggled with the billows dark,




862      JTSUS, SA VIOUR, PTLOT 4If
On the stormy Galilee,
Thou didst walk upon the sea;
And when they beheld Thy form,
Safe they glided through the storm.
Though the sea be smooth and bright,
Sparkling with the stars of night,
And my ship's path be ablaze
With the light of halcyon days,
Still I know my need of Thee;
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me I
When the darkling heavens frown,
And the wrathful winds come down,
And the fierce waves, tossed on high,
Lash themselves against the sky,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me
Over life's tempestuous sea.
As a mother stills her child
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will
When Thou sayest to them, "Be still"
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
T'wix.t me and the peaceful rest,




n)RAW A-IG  TO GOD, ETC.       263
Then, while loaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,' ear not, I will pilot thee 1"
I)RA 1W NIGH  TO GOD, AND HE TWILL
DRAW NIGH  TO YOU.'
WEARY and faint
Our garments stained with sin and soiled
with tears-,iot tears that fall like blessed summer rain,
But heavy drops of pain,
Wrung from the heart's deep passion and distress,
Wrung from the yearning of its tendernessThus-with the guilt and grief of days and years
We do draw nigh.
Yes- we draw nigh!
We are not worthy, Lord, to seek Thy fac —
Not worthy-for our need is all our pleaYet may we come to TheeNor fear to bring our darkness to Thy light,
All pure and holy in Thy perfect sight,
Clad in the white robe of our Saviour's grace —
So we draw nigh.
Yes, we draw nighTo Thee, the Comforter, we come for peace,Thou knowest, Lord, our weakness and our fear,
And Thou wilt surely hear,



264'TO MYSELF
Wilt hear.he cry that from life's wild wide sea
Rises from hearts that only cling to Thee;One look, one word, can bid our anguish ceaseSo we draw nigh.
Thou wilt draw nigh!
Father —it is no dream that Thou art nearNo dream that, in my sin and misery,
I may look up to Thee,MIay hide beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
From all the restlessness of outward things,
And from my own heart's self-accusing fearFor Thou art nigh!
TO MYSELF.
J ET nothing make thee sad or fretful,
112   n ms           tOr too regretful,
Be still;
What God hath ordered must be right,
Then find in it thine own delight,
My will.
Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow
About to-morrow,
My heart?
One watches all with care most true,
Doubt not that He will give thee, too,
Thy part.




"THE LORD KNO WETH. "         265
0iily be steadfast, never waver,
Nor seek earth's favor,
But rest:
Thou knowest what God wills must be,
For all His creatures, so for thee,
The best.
" THE LORD K'NOWETI."
THIIE Lord k ioweth where each flower groweth
That W:oometh for Him'midst these eartLly
fields.
Though men despise it, He will fondly prize it,
Welcome the offering that its fragrance yields.
The Lord knoweth when the rough wind bloweth.
Upon the weary and the laden one;
With tender feeling for the suppliant kneeling,
He shields and strengthens till the storm is done.
The Lord knoweth when each hot tear floweth
From eyes of those who suffer while they pray.
Ile knows their sorrow, in the glad to-morrow
WVill wipe in gentleness those drops away.
The Lord knoweth when each servant soweth
With heavy heart and seemingly in vain;
When, after sleeping, there will come the reaping,
Will grant glad harvests where they toiled in pain.
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266        QlEGUESTS OF THE HEART.
The Lord knoweth when the mourner goeth
To weep her loneliness by cherished grave.
Unseen He speaketh to the heart that breaketh:
" I can iestore him, for'tis I that save."
The Lord knoweth when the wand'rer throweth
Some little incense on His altar-fire;
Sees his contrition, welcomes his petition,
Tells his repentance to the heavenly choir.
the Lord knoweth when the slow pulse showetl"
Tha,; we are drawing near to Jordan's strand
Whei our heart faileth, then His strength availeth,
And brings us safely to the better land.
The Lord knoweth I If vour faint heart trowetl.
It is uncared -for by its God above,
Oh! doubt no longer, but in this be stronger:
He knoweth all things, and His name is Love.
G UESTS OF THE HEART.
SOFT falls through the gathering twkiliglht
The rain from the dripping eaves,
And stirs with a tremulous rustle
The dead and the dying leaves;
While afar, in the midst of the shadows,
I hear the sweet voices of bells,
Come borne on the wind of the Autumn
That fitfully rises and swells.




GUESTS OF THE HEART.           267
They call and they answer each other,
They answer and mingle again,
As the deep and the shrill in an anthem
Make harmony still in their strain
As the voices of sentinels mingle
In mountainous regions of snow,
Till from hill-top to hill-top a chorus
Floats down to the valleys below.
The shadcws, the fire-light of even,
The sound of the rain's distant chime,
Come bringing, with rain softly dropping,
Sweet thoughts of a shadowy time;
The slumberous sense of seclusion,
From storm and intruders aloof,
We feel when we hear in the midnight
The patter of rain on the roof.
When the spirit goes forth in its yearnings
To take all its wanderers home;
Or, afar in the regions of fancy,
Delights on swift pinions to roam,
I quietly sit by the fire-lightThe fire-light so bright and so warmFor I know that those only who love me
Will seek me through shadow and storm,
But should they be absent this evening,
Should even the household depart,
Deserted, I should not be lonely,
There still would be guests in my heart.




268         THE JO YFUL CGALL.
The faces of friends that I cherish,
The smile, and the glance, and the tone,
Will haunt me wherever I wander,
And thus I am never alone.
With those who have left far behind them
The joys and the sorrows of timeWho sing the sweet songs of the angels
In a purer and holier clime I
Then darkly, O evening of Autumn,
Your rain and your shadows may fall:
My loved and my lost ones you bring me:My heart holds a feast with them all.'fE JO YFPUL CALL.
OH, wayward soul,
Do3t thou not see the beckoning hand I
Dost thou not hear the blest command,
The Saviour's call?
He bids thee now rejoice.
Must His beseeching voice
On deaf ears fall?
Oh, fainting heart,
Torn by so many doubts and fears,
Struggling midst many sighs and tears
In anguish sore,
Oh, raise thy tear-dimmed eyes
Upward, above the skies,
Forever more.




TRfE TRUST OT THE TRIED.          269
Arise and go,
The blessed Lord hath need of thee.
Hear even now His tender plea:
Be of good cheer.
He'll be thy dearest friend,
Keep thee unto the end;
Be ever near.
Take up thy cross,
Then shalt thou find the burden light,
The path made straight, the way all bright,
Thy warfare cease.
So shalt thou win thy crown,
At last thy life lay down
In perfect peace.
A little while
To toil below for His dear sake,
Then sweetly sleep in Him and wake
To thy reward I
Oh, holy, happy rest I
To be forever blest
In Christ thy Lord.
THE TRUST OF THE TRIED.
O God's all-gracious heart and mind
My heart and mind I yield;
In seeming loss my gain I find,
In death, life stands revealed.




270      THE TRUST OF THE TRIED}
I am His own whose glorious throne
In highest heaven is set;
Beneath His stroke or sorrow's yoke
His heart upholds me yet.
There is but one thing cannot fail,
That is my Father's love;
A sea of troubles may assail
My soul,-'tis but to prove
And train my mind, by warnings kind,'To love the good through pain;
When firm I stand, full soon His hand
Can raise me up again.
Yet oft we think, is aught withdrawn
TLat flesh and blood desire,
Our joy is lost, o'ercast our dawn,
And faith and courage tire;
With toil and care our hearts we wear,
O'er our lost hope we brood;
Nor think that all that doth befall
Is meant to work our good.
But when God rules it must be so,
It must bring joy again;
What now we deem but cross and woe
Shall turn to comfort then.
Have patience still, His gracious will
Through thickest cloud shall gleam;
Then torturing fears, and hopeless tear;
Shall vanish like a dicam.




THE TRUST OF THE TIWED.          271
The field can never bear its fruits,
Save winter storm and freeze;
Man's goodness withers at its roots
In days of constant ease;
The bitter draught of aloes quaffed,
Healtlh tints the cheeks once more;
So to our heart can sorrow's smart
New energy restore.
Then, O my God, with joy I cast
My load of care on Thee;
Take me, and while this life shall last
Do as Thou wilt with me.
Send weal or woe, as T''hou shalt know
Will teach me their true worth,
And fit me best to stand their test,
And show Thy glory forth.
If happy sunshine be Thy gift,
With joy I take it, Lord;
If o'er dark stormy seas I drift,
I hear Thy guiding word;
If lengthened life, with blessings rife
Before my feet be spread,
3o Thou my guide wilt still abide,
With joy that path I tread.
But must I walk the vale of death
Through sad and sunless ways?
I pass along in quiet faith,
T'hy glance my fear allays;




272                GONE.
Through the dark land my Shepherd's hand
Leads to an end so bright,
That I shall there with praise declare,
That all God's ways are right I
G ONE.
LIST to the midnight lone I
The church clock speaketh with a solemn toneDoth it no more than tell the time?
Hark! from that belfry gray,
In each deep-booming chime, which, slow and clear
Beats like a measured bell upon my ear,
A stern voice seems to say:
Gone-gone;
The hour is gone —the day is gone;
Pray I
The ail is hushed again,
But the darkness woos to sleep in vain.
O Soul I we have slept too long.
Yes, dreamed the morn away
Lt visions false, and feverish unrest,
Wasting the work-time God hath given and blest,
Conscience grows pale to see
How, like a haunting face,
My youth stares at me out of gloom profbund:
With rayless eyes, black as the darkness round,




GONE.                273
And waitin  lips which say:
Gone-gone;
The morn is gone-the morn is gone;
Pray I
Wce for the wasted years
Born bright with smiles, but buried with sad tcars,
Their tombs have been prepared
By Time, that gravesman gray;
Soul, we may weep to count each stone,
&nd read the epitaph engraved thereon
By that stern carver's hand.
Yet weep not long, for Hope,
Steadfast and calm, beside each headstone stands
Gazing on Time, with upward-pointing hands.
Take we this happy sign,
Up I let us work ahd pray.
Thou in whose sight the hoary ages fly
Swift as a summer's noon, yet whose stern eye
Doth note each moment lost,
So let me live, that not one hour misspent
May rise in judgment on me, penitent,
But, till the sunset, Lord,
Sc in Thy vineyard toil.
That every hour a priceless gem may be,
To crown the blind brows of Eternity.




274            ROCK OF AGFS.
ROCK OF AGES.
" DOCK of Ages, cleft for me "
I   Thoughtlessly the maiden sung,
Fell the words unconsciously,
From her girlish, gleeful tongue;
Sang as little children sing;
Sang as sing the birds in June;
Fell the words like light leaves down
On the current of the tune" Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
" Let me hide myself in Thee,"
Felt her soul no need to hide;
Sweet the song as song could beAnd she had no thought beside;
All the words unheedingly
Fell from lips untouched by care,
Dreaming not they each might be
On some other lips a prayer"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me "-'Twas a woman sung them now,
Pleadingly and prayerfully;
Every word her heart did know,
Rose the song as storm-tossed bird
Beats with weary wing tise air,




.ROCLK O' AGES.             275
Every note with sorrow stirredEvery syllable a prayer"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
" Rock of Ages, cleft for me "Lips grown aged sung the hymn
Trustingly and tenderlyVoice grown weak and eyes grown dim.
" Let me hide myself in Thee "Trembling though the voice and low,
Ran the sweet strain peacefully,
Like a river in its flow.
Sung as only they can sing,
Who behold the promised restl Rck of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."' Rock of Ages, cleft for me " —
Sung above a coffin lid;
Underneath, all restfully,
All life's joys and sorrows hid.
Never more, O storm-tossed soul,
Never more from wind or tide,
Never more from billow's roll,
Wilt thou need thyself to hide.
Could the sightless, sunken eyes,
Closed beneath the soft gray hair,




276          " UNTIL HE COlME.'
Could the mute and stiffened lips
Move again in pleading prayer,
Still, aye, still, the words would be,
"Let me hide myself in Thee."
" UNTIL HE COfME."
rT ILL He come!" —oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords
Let the little while between,
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that " Till He come."
When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
Al. our life-joy overcast?
Hush I be every murmur dumb;
It is only " Till Ife come."
Clouds and conflicts round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death and darkness and the tomb
Only whisper, "'ill He come."
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MPA YIWGS.               277
See, the feast of love is spread I
Drink the wine and brez:k the bread;
Sweet memorials!-till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only-till He come.
PR A YING.
(LOSE, close, beloved mine,
Around my heart entwine,
In Love's strong clasping, as I hold thee, so.
Above the sky that leans
Over these deathful scenes,
To Him, the Eternal Life and Love, we go.
Back from His awful light,
Back from consuming sight,
Of glory infinite, His cherubim
Stand reverently veiled.
Before His splendor paled,
All majesty, all brightness waneth dim.
Yet see, anear His feet,
White-robed, and chanting sweet
Their song Af love, His ransomed myriads bow.
For them, on cruel rood,
Did Jesus give His blood:
Nearest of all in Heaven, they worship now.
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278              PRA YINVG.
Th ink I is our yearning love
Caught from His heart above?
Then haste we, blend our voices with that choir.
In noblest strains they pour;
We vie with them, and soar
Until our souls are with His love on fire.
Alas I not rapturous strain,
Unsaddened now with pain,
Befits us, until Life's fleet changes cease.
Our sinning we confess,
Our needs we meekly press,
And crave the seal-kiss of His hallowed peace.
O Merciful I we pray,
Absolve our guilt away;
Give victory against temptation still;
With cheerful grace endue
These hearts that, weeping, sue
Too oft for respite from Thy blessed will.
In us Thy will be done.
Touch Thou the spirit tone
That brings our life with Thine in sweet accora
In sacred oneness bound,
Circled by love profound,
Thy Love-enfold us to Thy bosom, Lord.




INDEX TO SUBJECMT
PAGA
A  PaR yer for You..........................................            127
A nd they shall see His Face...............................    50
Abounding in Hope...................................             92
An Open Door............................................    98
Affliction.......................................  119
" As One whom his Mother Comforteth...................  213
At Evening..............................................  242
Alone with God......................2...............44
A  Saviour's Love......................................   225
Bread upon the Waters..........................  182
Because He first Loved us..........................                  21....   21
Be still, and Know  that I am  God..........................  260
Christ Risen............................................    5
Cast Down, but not Destroyed.............................                               91
Child on the Judgment-Seat, The........................   109
Christ's Call to the Soul....................    141
Contentment.............................................   180
Come unto Me I...................3.............  37
Celestial Country, The................................  191
Day of Rest, The........................................                 15a
Death of a Believer, The...................................    20
" Draw nigh to God, and He will draw to You."............ 263
Even as Thou Wilt i........................................                             76
Everlasting  Memorial, The.................................    81
Eirth and Heaven..........................................    22
Evening.................................................                                 21 
Endurance............................................... 252
Fruitleg.  Tboi.............................................    18
glory Dwe.ietn in Immanuel's Land....................... 
Givt:r and the Gifts, The............................,    7f;,




280                  IDEX TO'0 SUBJECTS.
Go Tell Jesus I..................................,, 
Gone................................................  2
Guests of the Heart....................................  266
He Goeth before Them...............................                       63
His Name..................................    65
He Givethll Songs in the Night............................   93
HIouse of God, The..............................  107
He Leads us On...........................................                 117
loly Ghost! Dispel our Sadness.......................    118
Hear My Cry..............................................  129
Have Faith in God..........................................  181
Hold On, Hold In, Hold Out I..................           187
He Knoweth All..................................              13
Homewards....................................                   14
HIymn.....................................................    35
His Truth shall be thy Shield and Buckler.................   143
His Ways.............................................  219
In Suffering................................               50
Is this All?.........................................................  123
Is There no Balm  in Gilead t...............................  1:37
I am  Christ's and Christ is Mine..........                  1,49
In all Time of Tribulation................................... 80
I will Arise and Go to my Father...........................  169
I Shall be Satisfied.....................................                 1 76
In the Closet.........................................           49
Indwelling...............................................  233
I WVould Have Gone......................................  254
In the lHarvest Field....................................   221
Jacob's Ladder.............................................   71
eCsLs, I am  Never Weary...............................  177
Jerusalem  Above is Free.................................   239
Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me...............................  261
Kneeling at the Threshold..................................                31
Knocking, ever Knocking..............................   69
Light of the World, The.............1....               14...  114
Lovc that Passeth Knowledge, The.........................  1r5




INDEX TO SUBJECTS.                                  281
Looking unto Jesus........................................   42
Loving Cup, The...........................................   16
Lord are there Few that be Saved?.........................             26
I ord, Thou art Mine I....................................   28
Leave God to Order all Thy Ways...............33.......... 
I, ight of the World....................................  231
Livingl  Waters.............................................  241
Let Me Find Thee.......................................   I51
Mystery of Christ, The...................................  165
Marab.....................................................   78
My Cross...................................................  243
MIy Prayer.................................................  236
Mary...................................................  216
My Appointed Time............................  219
Nearest and Dearest................................5
Now  I lay Me Down to Sleep............................  112
Nothing but Leaves...........1.....................   172
Night Song.................................................    10
Not Lost................................................. 238
Not as the World Giveth.........................                     223
Not Knowing..............................................  248
Other World, The...................................    51
Open Thou our Eyes........................................ 125
Other Side, The...........................................   147
Offering, The...........................................  185
Only our Love..............................................   47
Paul Gerhardt's Hyinu.....................................   173
Psalm  for New Year's Eve, A...........................                  189
Per Pacem, Ad Lucem......................................   75
Praying..............................27......                277
Rest Remaineth...............................           175
Rest for the Weary.........................................  184
Rabboni.................................... 226
Ready for All I..........................25.............  253
Rock of Ages...................   74
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282               INDEX TO S'UMBJECT&
Sick and in Prison............................... 1
Surely, I Come Quick.y..............................   62
Sorrowing, yet Always Rejoicing.........................  10
Submission................................................. 121
Shadows of the Past...................................    126
Satisfied.............................................. 151
Shulamite at the Lord's Feet, The......................... 155
Sheep-Track, The.........................  158
Shadow of the Rock, The..................................        7
Spiritual Temple, The......................................  44
Sinner's Friend, The..................................   17
Strength for the Day.....................................    221
Submission..............................................   5
" Take Heart of Grace "...............................  208
The " E'en brings a' Hame "...............................    8
Two Sunsets, The...................................   77
Two Villages, The......................................   83
Trust and Rest..........................................  106
Trust....................................................... 12
Two Worlds, The.......................................... 13
Two Angels, The........................................... 135
Their Names.................................  142
Two.................................................. 142
The Way is Long and Dreary..............................  19
To Thee........................................ 282
The Battle Fought and Won.................... 246'Twill not be Long......................................... 25
The Noble Army of Martyrs Praise Thee.................. 259
To Myself................................................. 64
"The Lord Knoweth.".................:.....                   2.. 65
The Joyful Call........................................... 268'The Trust of the Tried.........................  269
Upward where the Stars are Burning.......................      1',
LUndertake for Me........................... 
Undiscovered Country, The...............................   24
Unseen Battle-Field, The...................................  86
" Until He Come..I....................................   27




INDEX TO SUBJECTS.                                         28 
Visitation of the Sick....................................   163
Why Dost Thou Wait.............................                      79
Wayside Watcher, The..................................... 8
Weep Not for Her...............................    97
Waiting for Spring........................................   103
Wa'king..................................................  173
We shall see Him as He Is..................... 179
Without Money and Without Price......................    40
We Stood Beside the River.................................    29
We Glory it Tribulation...................................    84
Waiting for Christ...................... 105
Wait on the Lord......................................




INDEX TO FIRST LINES.
A.e these'hat watch for day.................................   23
Art. thou weary?  Art thou languid?.......................   37
And whither came these goodly stores......................   44
Ah, many a time we look on starlit nights...w. ALEXANDER.  71
A1 the day you sit here idle...............................   84
&9 the harp-strings only render............................       119
And he drew near and talked with them....................  125
A friend stands at the door..............................  189
Alone with Thee, my God I alone with Thee............... 244
Bury thy sorrow............................................ 188
Be thou content; be still before.........................  180
Behold me here, in grief draw near.....JoACHIr   NEANDI.  251
Be still, my child I......................... GOODWIN. 2(0
Cometh sunshine after rain........  173
Come, drink yc, drink ye, all of it... A... NNA SHIPTON.   16
Could we but know.......................................   24
Come to Jesus 1 are you lonely.............. NNA  HIPTON.  40
Clearer than vision of inspired dreamer...................  223
Close, close, beloved mine..........................CYGNUS.  277
Come, Lord, and fight the battle........... HETTY BOWnAN. 246
Dropping down the troubled river...................BONA.    4
Father, thy will, not mine, be done.........................   50
Fret not, poor soul, while doubt and fear...................  106
Fair soul created in the primal hour........................  141
God sends us bitter, that the sweet..CHAS. LAWRENCE FORD   73
Gently the dew falls on the grass....REV. I, N. TARBOX, D.D. 217
Glory to Him who bids the field......................  221
Give me a song, and I will sing it I.........................  236
EGod's right-hand angel bright and calm.....CARL SPENCz e. 2M




LVDEX TO FIRST LINES.                         285
Re leads us on..............................................    11
Hold on, my heart, in tay believing...............  187
Heart, be still............................................   10
Have faith in God, for He who reigns on high..............  181
Have mercy on me, Lord I..............................c.  76
Hope, Christian soul I in every stage.......................  92
Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness.............  la118
How much the heaid may bear, and yet not break I........  252
I m kneeling at the threshold...................... GUTHRIE.  31
I ask if' thou canst love me still, O God I.............. 169
It lies around us like a cloud............. BEECrER STOWE.  51
I do not ask, O Lord I that life may be.......,. PROCTOR.  75
It was the Sabbath's blessed hour.......................... 
I have done at length with dreaming.......................  170
In the quiet nursery chambers.............................  112
I marvel night and day and cannot cease...................  165
Is there no balm in Gilead?................................  137
I have a Saviour I He's pleading in glory..............  127
In the moonlight when no murmur......................... 114
I love Thee, O my God i but not..........FRANCIS ZAVIER.  210
I asked for grace to lift me high......... D. MONSELL, D.D. 219
I bring my sins to Thee.................................... 232
In unto me, oh. Christ, Divine One, come I........a.. D.  23!
It is not heavy agonizing woe.............................. 245
I would not stay the years that wing.  HEZEKIAR BUTTERWORTII.   23t
I know not what will befall me I God hangs a mist o'er
my eyes........................................... 248
I thought me near the pearly gate... Psv. J. E. RANKIN, D.D. 249
I would have gone, God bade me stay................  254.Jesus, I am never weary.............................  177
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me........REV. EDWARD HOPPER, D.D. 261
Knocking, knocking, ever knocking.... BEECHER STOWE.  69
Lord, thou art mine...........................28
Leave God to order all tby ways......... GEORGE NEUMARK.  83
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest...HENRY P. LYTL, 149




286           INDEX TO FIRST LINES.
Lord, I have toiled all night................................... 131
Lord, Thou hast sought this wayward heart..w. R. WEALE. 116
Lord, while the shadows of the past surveying.............. 126
Light of the World, to Thee I come I.............. 237
"Love I Thee. Lord? How much love I..................  225
List to the midnight lone I.................................. 272
Let nothine make thee sad or fretful........ PAUL FLEMING. 264
Aluch have I borne, but not as I should bear..............   91
Not what I am, 0 Lord, but what Thou art I................ 156
Not long, not long. The spirit-wasting fever..............  184
No bird-song floated down the hill......JOHN G. WHITTIER.  77
No sorrow is unmingled here............... 100
No more, my own Lord Jesus I............................  185
Not as He was, a homeless stranger........................  179
Not here, not here I not where the sparkling waters.......  176
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves...................... 172
Not they alone who from the bitter strife..................  259
O Jesus I friend unfailing................................   151
Oh, day most calm, most bright.......................... 15
Once slow and sad the evening fell.....................  107
Oh, never say that the door is shut.........................  98
O wonderful I round whose birth-hour..REV. w. ALEXANDER   65
O Thou' the contrite sinner's friend..CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT.  17
O Holy Saviour I Friend unseen...... CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT.  35
Oh, strong to save and bless........................ BONAR. 129
One touch from Thee —the Healer of diseases............  235
Over the river on the hill....................... ROSE TERRY.   88
O'er the distant mountains breaking......................  62
Oh, thou I who tossing on life's troubled ocean......H. N. C. 208
Of all the nights of most mysterious dread... J. PRESTON. 226
Oh, wayward soul.......................8...........  268
Poor trembling lamb, ah! who outside the fold.............   79
Poor heart, why throb thus wildly in my breast.............  155
Peace to -his House I 0 Thou, whose way.................  168
Rest remaineth; oh, how sweet I.........................  175




IND'EX TO FIRST LINES.                      287
" Ready, 0 Master l" with eager lip.....ABEL. 253
" Rock of Ages, cleft for me"...........................  274
Say nr't'twas all in vain I................................... 182
Saviour! by thy sweet compassion........... 160
Sweet thought, my God t that on the palms.................  142
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face..............  128
illnce Thy- Father's arm sustains thee....................... 121
So wil. I comfort you," as when a sobbing child........L.  213
Strength for the day I At early dawn I stand.   RACHEL G.
ALSOP. 221
Soft falls through the gathering twilight.................... 266
The child leans on its parent's breast......ISAAC WILLIAMS. 120
The path I trod so pleasant was, and fair....................  167
The winds blow fierce across the barren wild........J.. T.  63
The Shadow of the Rock...........................FABER.    7
The twilight falls, the night is near.........................  13
The way is long and dreary.......... ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR.  19
The apostle slept; a light shone in the prison...JAMEs   J.
BURNS.  20
The roseate hues of early dawn.............................  22
The sands of time are sinking..............................  55
The air is stirred with holy life..................... B. D.  49
The foe behind, the deep before.......JOHN MASON NEALE.  53
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death..................  135
Two worlds there are, to one our eyes we strain............ 133
Two buds plucked from the tree............42......   142
Two ways I only two I One leadeth........................ 158
To do Thy holy will I..................... GEORGE cooPERn.  47
Thou, Lord, my path shalt choose...................... 4...   12
There is an unseen battle-field.............................  38
The world is very evil.....................................  191
The box is not of stainless alabaster........................ 216
The look of sympathy, the gentle word..................  238
There are some hearts like wells, green-mossed and deep.
CARL SPENCER. 241'~o God's all-gracious heart and mind.....PAUL GERHARDT. 269'Twill not be long-this wearying commotion.............     257




288            irJIND'EX TO FIRST LINES.
"Till He come 1" —oh, let the words.  REV. E. ir. iBICKERSTETU.  "27
The Lord knoweth where each flower groweth......G. z. G. 265
Upward where the stars are burning........B.........s ONAR   12
Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold..................  t68
Up, and away, like the dew of the morning.....B....ONAR.  81
Under Thy loving care............................... N. E. 242
We wait for Thee, a'l glorious One I....................... 105
Whether there many oe or few............................26
We praise Thee oft for hours of bliss.... JOHN PAGE HOPPS.  93
Who would not go................................. H. T.   25
Weep not for her, for she hath crossed the river............   97
We stood beside the river.................................   29
When my sins in aspect dread............................. 143
Within this leaf, to every eye................................ 34
What must it be to dwell above..SW....................sw N.      0
Waiting for Spring. The mother watching lonely......... 103
We dwell this side of Jordan's stream..               147
Where hast been toiling all day, sweet heart?...............   109
Wildly falls the night around me............... Acl [cz CART    11
W eary and faint..........................ETT-1 BOW1 A,1.