1 q}^A¥§ ' yt- GIFT OF SEELEY W. MUDD and GEORGE I. COCHRAN MEYER ELSASSER DR.JOHNR. HAYNES WILLIAM L. HONNOLD JAMES R. MARTIN MRS. JOSEPH F.SARTORI to the UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SOUTHERN BRANCH JOHN FISKE =^7=1= This book is DUE on the last date stamped below JAN 2 1 1942 AUG 1 8 1349 HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE, HYMNS FAITH AND HOPE. SECOjY^ SE^iTBS. BY IIORATIUS BONAR, D. D., KKI.60. ROBERT CARTER & BROTHERS, No. 530 BUOADWAY. 1872. 82685 _i3 V CONTENTS. COME HOW WK LEARN, THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD, BE TRUE, now LONG, OUR MINGLED LIFE, ALL IS WELL, BE STILL, LET US DRAW NEAR, WHO ARE THESE, AND WHENCE CAME THE NEW JERUSALEM, THE INCORRUPTIBLE, THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB 18 THE LOST SOUL, THE BLESSING-CHAIN, PRAISE, .... PKAISE TO CHRIST, THE CROSS AND THE CROWN, THE END OP THE DAY, CONFESSION, CHRIST IS ALL, THE LOVE OF GOD, THE TRUE BREAD, THE FIRST AND THE LAST, HIS OWN RECEIVED HIM NOT, IN HIM WE LIVE, JK8U, BTILL THE STORM, THE LOVE THAT PAKSETII KNOWLEDGE, THEY, CONTENTS. TIIEE, ONLY THEE, HE IS rasEN, liEDEEM THE TIME, . MUSINGS AND COUNSELS, THE GOOD FIGHT, TIME AND ETERNITY, A CHILD OF DAY, SUNSET BY THE SEA, LOUD, COME AWAY, . HE IS COMING, . THE JUDGMENT, HEAVEN AT LAST, THE GRAVES OF OCEAN, A CRY FROM THE DEPTHS, HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH, LIFE AND I, BRIGHT FEET OF MAY, VOX MATUTINA, HEAR MY CRY, HOMEWARD, I GO TO LIFE, . THE BATTLE-SONG OF THE CHURCH, PASS OVER TO THY REST, HE LIVETII LONG WHO LIVETH WELL, THE SELF-CHALLENGE, THE CHRIST OF GOD, FOR LACK OF LOVE, THE SIN AND THE SINBEAEEE, IS THIS ALL, THE GREAT MESSAGE, THE BETTER WILL, HYMN OF THE LAST DAYS, CREATION IN EARNEST. . . CONTENTS ■mi: TiinEE weepers, JIE DIED, AND LIVES, THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL, HE WEPT OVER IT, BEGIN WITH GOD, WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? THE VOICE OF THE BELOVED, THE NEW SONG, BLESS THE LORD, THE CRY OF THE WEARY, NOT WHAT THESE HANDS HAVE DONE. GOLD AND THE HEART, SANCTA THERESA, LORD, THOU ART MINE, SMOOTH EVERY WAVE, LET US GO FORTH, THOU BELIEVEST? WHAT THEN? ECCE HOMO ! . . . THE sinner's burial, Tllf: LOUD NEEDETH THEE, BECKON US UPWARD, COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT, IT IS FINISHED, SOURCE OF ALL LOVE AND POWER, TO THE COMFORTER, THE LOVE OF GOD, ABIDE WITH US, THE BRIDAL DAY, THE OLD STORY, WISE WEEPING, ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT 18 COME, AT LAST, .... CREDO, NON OPINOR, UP, MY 30f L, 'tis day. CONTENTS. LUCY, ON THE TIIKESIIOLD, THE MASTEK'S touch, SUNSET AND SUNKISE, BUMMER OF THE SILENT HEAET, USE ME ! . THE TWO PROPHETS, STraiTslations anb Imitations. SABBATH HYMN, CUE EVENING HYMN, BATTLE-SONG AGAINST SATAN, . THE DAY OF THE LORD, DE MOUTE, .... THE AFTER-SUPPER HYMN, i . HYMN OF NIGHT, NIGHT HYMN BEFORE THE SABBATH, PENTECOSTAL HYMN, HYMN TO CHRIST, Pmorics of i^c 6ast. MOUNT HOR, A DESERT MIDNIGHT, MAKAH AND ELIM, THE MOUNTAINS OF MOAB, . THE DESERT JOURNEY, THE SOKGS OF THE LAND, JORDAN BY MOONLIGHT, . BETHEL DREAM-LAND, VILLAGE OF SILOAM, BETHLEHEM, SEEK THE THINGS ABOVE, THE GAIN OF 1.088, 229 282 234 285 288 240 242 247 251 253 255 257 259 261 263 265 267 271 277 280 282 285 287 289 292 294 296 298 aoc HYM]\^S OF FAITH Am EOPE. now WE LEARN. G-RK.VT truths are dearly bought. The common tnith, Such as men give and take from day to day, Comes in the common walk of easy life, Blown by the careless wind across our Avay. Bought in the market, at the current price, Bred of the smile, the jest, perchance the bowl ; It tells no tales of daring or of worth. Nor pierces even the surface of a soul. Great truths are greatly won. Not found by chance, Nor wafted on the breath of summer-dream ; But p^asped in the great struggle of the soul, Uard-buiTcting with adverse wind and Btrcani. A i! now WE LEAn^. Not in the general mart, 'mid corn and wine ; Xot in the merchandise of gold and gems ; Not in the world's gay hall of midnight mirth ; Not 'mid the blaze of regal diadems ; lUit in the day of conflict, fear, and grief. When the strong hand of God, put forth in might, rioiighs up the subsoil of the stagnant lieart, And brings the imprisoned truth-seed to tlie light. Wrung from the troubled spirit, in hard hours Of weakness, solitude, perchance of pain, Truth springs, like harvest from the well-ploughed field, And the soul foels it has not wept in vain. THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD. *'Vu) tibi flumea moris huraani I Quia resistit tibi 1 Quanidlu non siccaberis 1" — Auocstine. The stream was deeper than I thought. When first I ventured near ; I stood upon its sloping edge Without a rising fear. It woke in ripples at my feet, As the quick breeze swept by, And caught the sunlight on its faoc, Like blossoms from the sky. It sung its quiet May-day song To its old summer-tune ; And the light willow-boughs above Shook to the glowing noon- THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD. It seemed to stop ; then eddied ou ; It smiled up to the day ; It deepened ; then spread out its waves, And stole in light away. streams of earthly love and joy, On whose green banks we dwell, Gleaming in beauty to the eye, Ye promise fair and well ! Te charm the sunbeams from the air, The fragrance from the flowers, The blossoms from the budding tree, The wealth of summer hours, Te bid us come and take them all From your enchanted blue ; Te tell us but to stoop and taste The joy, and scent, and hue. Te lure us, and we venture in, Cheated by sun and smiles ; Yc tempt us, and we brave your depths, Won by your winning wiles. THIS PRESENT EVIL WORLD. Too deep and strong for us ! — We glide Down your deceiving wave ; Like men by siren song beguiled On to a siren grave. world, witb all thy smiles and lovos, "With all thy song and wine, What mockery of human hearts. What treachery is thine ! Thou woundest, but thou canst not heal, Thy words are warbled lies ; Thy hand contains the poisoned cup, And he who drinks it dies. world, there's fever in thy toucli, And frenzy in thino eye ; To lose and shun thcc is to lire, To win thee is to dio ! ^ BE TRUE, I Tnou must bo true thyself, * If thou the truth would'st teach Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul would'st reach : \ It needs the overflow of heart 1 \ To give the lips full speech. / Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed ; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed ; Live truly, and thy life shall bo A great and noble creed. HOW LONG? Mr God, it is not fretful n ess That makes mo say " how long ?" It is not heaviness of heart That hinders me in song ; 'Tis not despair of truth and right, Nor coward dread of wrong. But liow can I, with such a hope Of .c^lor}' and of home ; With such a joy before my eyos, Not wish the time were come, — Of years the jubilee, of days The Sabbath and tlie sum ? These years, what ages they havo been ! This life, how long it seems I And how can I, in evil days, 'Mid unknown hills and streams. But sigh for those of liomo and heart, And visit fhcm in dreams ? now LONJ ? Tet peace, my heart, and hush, my tonguo ; Be calm my troubled breast ; Each restless hour is hastening on The everlasting rest : Thou knowest that the time thy Grod Appoints for thee, is best. Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness, Awake the cry, " how long T Let no faint- heartedness of soul Damp thy aspiring song : Eight comes, truth dawns, the night departs Of error and of wrong. OUR MINGLED LIFE. PART I. Bits of gladness and of sorrow, Strangely cross'd and interlaid ; Bits of cloud-belt and of rainbow, In deep alternate braid ; Bits of storm when winds are warring, Bits of calm when blasts are stay'd, Bits of silence and of uproar, Bits of sunlight and of shade ; Bits of forest-smothered hollow, And of open sunny glade ; Stripes of garden and of moorland, Heath and rose together laid ; Serest leaf of brown October, April's youngest, greenest blade. Bits of day-spring and of sunset, Of the midnight, of tlie noon ; Snow and ice of pale IJeccmbcr, Living flush of crimson June. 10 OITR MINGLED LIFE. Sands of Egj'pt, fields of Sharon, Eush of Jordan, sweep of Nile; Wells of Marah, shades of Elim, Sinai's frown, and Carmel's smile. Depths of valley, peaks of mountain, Stretch of verdure-loving plain ; Barren miles of ocean-shingle, Fertile straths of smiling grain. Broken shafts of Tyrian columns, Kolled and worn by wave and time ; Miles of colonnade and grandeur, Luxor's still majestic prime. Truest music, jarring discord, Voice of trumpet and of lute ; The thunder-shower's loud lashing, And the dew-fall soft and mute. Now the garland, now the coffin, Now the wedding, now the tomb ; Now the festal shout of thousands, Now the churchyard's lonely gloom Now the song above the living, Now the chaunt above the dead ; The smooth smile of infant beauty, Age's wan and furrowed head. Otm MINGLED LIFE. U These are the mingled seeds, Some flowers, some idle weeds, Some crowded, some alone, "With which man's field is sovm. And from which springs the one Great harvest of a life that can Be lived but once by man ! With these, — the threads of hope and fear, Of ill and good, — thou weavest here, dweller in this fallen clime, Thy portion of the web of time / These are the stones with which, man, Thou build'st, too oft without a plan. Life's lordly hall or lowly cot, The Babcl or the Salem of thy lot. PART ir. Days of fever and of fretting, Hours of kind and blessed calm ! Boughs of c(Mlar ami of cypress, Wreaths of (jlivc and of palm. Noons of musing, nights of dreamin^^, Words of lovi;, and ways of strife ; Tears of parting, smiles of meeting, Paths of smooth and nigged lifo. 13 OUR MINGLED LIFE. Moods of sinking, when the spirit, Overstrained, is downward borne ; Moods of soaring, when our being Springs elastic to the morn. All the doing and undoing, And the doing o'er again ; All the fastening and the loosing Of the many-linked chain. Bits of brightening and of darkening, Bits of weariness and rest ; All the hoping and despairing Of the full or hollow breast. Bits of slumbering and of waking, Heavy tossing to and fro ; Shreds of living and of dying. Being's daily ebb and flow. With these is life begun and closed, Of these its strange Mosaic is composoA Such are our annals upon earth. Our tale from very hour of birth, The soul's time-history ; Yet of such changes is made up The changeless mystery. Now hidden from our eye, Of man's eternity. OUB MINGLED LIFE. 18 Eternity ! — Tho sum of time's brief numbers hei-, Thyself unnumbered still ; The issue of all mortal change, thyself Unchanged, unchangeable ; The fruit of what we daily feel and soe, Thyself unseen, invisible ! Formed out of many hues, Or dark or bright, Thyself uncolourcd and unmixed, All dark or light. wondrous day ! — God's day, not man's, as heretofore ; Christ's hour, not Satan's, as before; "When right shall all be might, And might sliall all be right ; And truth, for ages sorely tried, By error mocked, reviled, defied, No longer on the losing side, Shall celebrate its victory. And wave its ancient palm on high; "When good and ill, unmixed. Flow on for ever. Each in its distant channel fizcd, An everlasting river I 14 OUR MINGLED LIFE. "Where grief and joj--, disjoined, The true and false untwined, Eacli to its destin'd place, At the stern sentence, gone, Shall dwell alone, Each on its far off shore. And sec each other's face No more ! wondrous day ! When things that are shall pass away ; Earth's skies take on their evening gloom. And the great sunset come ; When, with far-echoing swell. Like monarch's funeral knell, The world's great vesper-bell, — Deeper than that by far, Which, 'neath St Saba's evening star, Sounds over Sodom's sullen sea, From the grey peaks of Engedi ; Or from red Sinai's fiery slope, Like wall of earth's expiring hope, Swings out in wild, slow-pealing strain, Across Er-Eahah's sandy plain, — Shall sound o'er earth, and tell OTTR MTKOLED LIFE. 15 That the great Judge has come, Long waiting at the door; Come, too, the day of doom. So long for man in etore. ALL IS WELL, If my bark Le strong, If my anchor sure, Then let billow upon billow beat ; Am I not secure? On the dreariest, wildest sea. What are winds to me ? Up between the stars Spreads night's tranquil blue : Not one ruffle, not one wrinkle there Blots the changeless hue. Storms of earth for earth are given ; But they reach not heaven ! To that heaven I go. To that starland bright, Where the sea is ever smooth and fair, And the sky all bright ; Never heavy, pale, or dull; — Starland beautiful 1 ALT. IS WELL. 17 Therefore am I calm ; Peace and love within. That dear light that on mc gcntl}' falls, Casts out fear and sin. As my home above is, so Am I now bolow. BE STILL. Be still, my sou.; Jeliovah loveth thee; Fret not nor murmur at tliy weary lot ; Tliough dark and lone thy journey seems to be, Be sure that thou art ne'er by Ilim forgot. He ever loves ; then trust Hira, trust Him still, Let all thy care be this, the doing of His mil. Thy hand in His, like fondest, happiest child, Place thou, nor draw it for a moment thence ; Walk thou with Him, a Father reconciled, Till in His own good time He call thee hence. Walk with Him now, so shall thy way be bright, And all thy soul be filled with His most glorious light. Fight the good fight of faith, nor turn aside Through fear of peril from or earth or hell ; Take to thee now the armour proved and tried, Take to thee spear and eword; — oh, wield them Tvcll; BE STILL. 19 So slialt tliou conquer here, so win the clay, So wear the crown when this hard life has pass'cl away Take courage ! faint not, though the foe he strong ; Christ is thy strength ; he fighteth on thy side ; Swift be thy race ; remoraher, 'tis not long, The goal is near; the prize He will provide; And then from earthly toil thou restcst ever; Thy home on the fair banks of life's eternal river I He comes with His reward; 'tis just at hand; He comes in glory to Ilis promised throne. My soul, rejoice ; ere long thy feet shall stand Within the city of the Blessed One. Thy perils past, thy heritage secure. Thy tears all wiped away, thy joy for ever euro. LET US DRAW NEAR. Why stand I lingering without, In fear, and weariness, and doubt, When all is light within 1 Thou, the new and living way, The trembler's Guide, the sinner's Stay, My High Priest, lead me in ! 1 know the mercy-seat is there, On which thou sitt'st to answer prayer; I know the blood is shed; The everlasting covenant sealed, The everlasting grace revealed, And life has reached the dead ! Not the mere Paradise below; The heaven of heavens is opened now, And we its bliss regain. Guarded so long by fire and sword, The gate stands wide, the way restored. The veil is rent in twain ! LET US DRAW NEAR. 21 Without the cloud and gloom appear, The peril and the storm are near, The foe is raging round ; Then let me boldly enter in. There end my danger, fear, and sin, And rest on holy ground. WHO ARE THESE, AND WHENCE CAME THEY? "Et de Hierosolymis et de Britannia xqualiter patet aula cffilestis." — Jeeome. Ep. ad Paulinum Not from Jerusalem alone, To heaven the path ascends ; As near, as sure, as straight the way That leads to the celestial day, From farthest realms extends ; Frigid or torrid zone What matters how or whence we start ? One is the crown to all ; One is the hard but glorious race, Whatever be our starting-place ; — Kings round the earth the call That says, Arise, Uepari ! From the balm-breathing, sun-loved isles Of the bright Soutliern Sea, WHO AUE TUESE, AND WHEXCE CAME THEY ? 23 From the dead North's cloud-shadow'd pole. We gather to one gladsome goal, — One common home in Thee, City of sun and smiles ! The cold rough hillow hinders none ; Nor helps the calm, fair main ; The brown rock of Norwegian gloom, The verdure of Tahitian bloom, The sands of Mizraim's plain, Or peaks of Lebanon. As from the green lands of the vino, So from the snow-wastes pale, Wo find the ever open road To the dear city of our God; From Russian steppe, or Uurman vale, Or terraced Palestine. Not from swift jDrdan's sacred stream Alone we mount above ; Indus or Danube, Tbanics or Hhouo, Rivers unsaintcd iuhI unknown; — From each the hoino of love Beckons with bcjivonly gleam. 24 WHO ARE THESK, AND WnKN'CE CAME THEY ? Not from gray Olivet alone "We see the gates of light ; From Morven's heath or Jungfrau's snow Wo welcome the descending glow Of pearl and chrysolite, And the unsetting sun. Not from Jerusalem alouo The Church ascends to (lod ; Strangers of every tongue and clime, Pilgrims of every land and time, Throng the well-trodden road That leads up to the throne. THE NEW JERUSALEM. Bathed in unfallen sunlisiht. Itself a sun-born gem, Fair gleams the glorious city, The new Jerusalem ! City fairest, Splendour rarest, Let me gaze on theo I Calm in her queenly glory, She sits, all joy and light ;, Pure in her bridal beauty, Her raiment festal-white ! Homo of gladness. Free from sadness. Let mo dwell in theo 1 Shading her golden pavement The tree of life is seen, Its fruit-rich branches waving, Celestial evergreen. Tree of wonder, Let mo under Thee for ever rest ! 26 THE NKW JERUSALEM:. Fresh from the throne of Godhoad, Bright in its crystal gleam, Bursts out the living fountain, Swells on the living stream. Blessed river, Let me ever Feast my eye on theo I Streams of true life and gladness, Spring of all health and peaco; No harps by thee hang silent, Nor happy voices cease. Tranquil river, Let me ever Sit and sing by thee I Eiver of God, I greet thee, Not now afar, but near ; My soul to thy still waters Hastes in its thirstings hero. Holy river, Let me ever Drink of only theo. THE INCOIIKUPTIBLH. No joy is tme, save tliat wliicli liath no end; Xo life is true, save that which livcth ever; No health is sound, save that which God doth send ; Xo love is real, save that which changcth never. Heaven were no heaven, if its dear light could fade ; If its fair glory could hereafter wane ; If its sweet skies could suffer stain or shade, Or its soft hreezcs waft one note of pain. And what would he the city of the just, If time could shake its hattlements, or age Could crumhle down its palaces to dust, Or with its towers victorious warfare Avage ; If its pure river could sink low or cease, Or its rich palm-houghs shod the leaf and die ; If there could pass iiixjii its lovelineys One diirkeninir taint, of time's mortality; 28 THE INCORRUPTIBLE. If its liigli harmonics could lose their tone, Or one of its glad songs could silenced he ; If, of its voices, even the feehlost one Should falter in the glorious melody ; If one of all its stars should e'er grow faint, Or one of its hright lamps should e'er hum low ; If, through its happy air, decay's dull taint Should for a moment its dark poison throw ! But no. Its beauty is for ever vernal ; Its glory is the glory of its King, Undying, incorruptible, eternal; And ever new the songs its dwellers sing. Its wandering winds need breathe no balm for healing, For all is health beneath its loving skies ; Hour welcomes hour, fresh youth and bloom revealing; There, 'tis not death that lives and life that dice Life lives, and death lias died ; the rilled tomb Has yielded back its long-imprisoned clay ; The dreaded conquerer is overcome. And mortal night is now immortal day. THE INCORRUPTIBLE. 29 heaven of heavens, how true thy life must be I home of God, how excellent thy light ! long, long summer of eternity, Bright noon of angels, ever clear and bright ! Glad jubilee, with nothing to disturb, When the great Eallcl of the purged earth Uings round the universe, from orb to orb, As when the sons of God sang o'er its birth. Then, bondage broken and the Eed Sea pass'd. We sing the song of Moses and the Lamb ; Earth's battles o'er the kingdom won at last, With joy we join creation's endless psalm. THE MAERIAGE OF THE LAMB IS COME. Ascend, Beloved, to the joy ; The festal-day has come ; To-night the Lamb doth feast his owd, To-night He with His Bride sits down, To-night puts on the spousal crown, In the great upper room. Ascend, Beloved, to the love ; This is the day of days ; To-night the bridal-song is sung, To-night ten thousand harps are strung, In sympathy with heart and tongue, Unto the Lamb's high praise. The festal lamps are lighting now In the great marriage-hall ; By angel-hands the board is spread, By angel-hands the sacred bread Is on the golden table laid ; The King His own doth call. THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMD IS COME. •il The gems are gleaming from the roof, Like stars in night's round dome ; The festal wreaths are hanging there, The festal fragrance fills the air, And flowers of heaven, divinely fair. Unfold their happy bloom. Long, long deferred, now come at last, Tlie Lamb's glad wedding-day ; The guests are gathering to the feast, The seats in heavenly order placed, The royal throne above the rest ; — How bright the new array ! Sorrow and sighing are no more, The weeping hours are past ; To-night the waiting will be done, To-cight the wedding-robe put ou. The glory and the joy begun ; The crown has come at last. "WitLout, within, is light, is light ; Around, above, ia love, is love ; We enter, to go out no more. We iaiso the song unsung before, We doff the sackcloth that wo wore ; For all is joy above. 32 THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB IS COME. Ascend, Beloved, to the life ; Our days of death are o'er ; MortaHty has done its worst, The fetters of the tomb are burst, The last has now become the jSrst, For ever, evermore. Ascend, Beloved, to the feast ; Make haste, thy day is come ; Thrice blest are they, the Lamb doth call. To share the heavenly festival, In the new Salem's palace-hall, Om* everlasting home ! THE LOST SOUL. ** O quara gi-ave, quam imraite A sinistris crit ITK." — Old IlrsHf. Debcend, sinner, to the woe 1 Thy day of hope is done ; Light shall revisit thee no more, Life with its sanguine dreams is oer, Love reaches not yon awful shore ; For ever sets thy sun ! Pass down to the eternal dark ; Yet not for rest nor sleep ; Thine is the everlasting tomb. Thine the inexorable doom. The moonless, mornless, sunless gloora, Where souls for ever weep. a 34 THE LOST BOOL. Depart, lost soul, thy tears to weep, Thy never-drying tears ; To sigh the never-ending sigh To send up the unheeded cry, Into the unresponding sky, Whose silence mocks thy fears. Call upon God ; lie hears no more ; Call upon death ; 'tis dead ; Ask the live lightnings in their flight. Seek for some sword of hell and night, The worm that never dies to smite ; No weapon strikes its head. Thou livest, and must ever live ; But life is now thy foe ; Thine is the eorrow-shrivell'd brow, Thine the eternal heartache now, 'Neath the long burden thou must bow, The living death of woe. Thy songs are at an end ; thy harp Shall solace thee no more ; All mirth has perish'd on thy grave, The melody that could not save Has died upon death's sullen wave That flung thee on this shore. THE LOS'P SOUL. 36 Earth, with its -waves, and woods, and winds, Its stars, and suns, and streams, Its joyous air and gentle skies, Fill'd with all happy melodies. Has pass'd, or, with dark memories, Comes back in torturing dreams. Never again shalt thou behold. As when a bounding boy. The fresh buds of tbe fragrant spring, Its song-birds on their April wing, And all its vales a-blossomiug ; Or summer's rosy joy. No river of forgetfulness, Ab poets dream'd and sung, Kolls yonder to efface tho past, To quench the sense of what thou wast, To soothe or end thy pain at last, Or cool thy burning tongue. No God i.s (li-Tc ; no Christ; for lin, Wliose word on earth was Come, llath said Dei'art : go, lost one, go, Ecap the sad harvest thou didst sow, Join yon lost angels in their woe, Their prison is tliy homo. 3.6 THE LOST SO0L. Descend, sinner, to the gloom ! Hear the deep judgment-knell Send forth its terror-shrieking sound These walls of adamant around, And filling to its utmost bound Thy woful, woful hell. Depart, sinner, to the chain ! Enter the eternal cell ; To all that's good, and true, and right, To all that's fond, and fair, and bright, To all of holiness and light, Lid thou thy last farewell I THE BLESSING-CHAIN. "Omnis, qui Christum recipit, sapiens; qui autcm fiai)JeijK, liber; omnis igitur Christianus et liber et sapiens." — Akhkos. Ep. He •who in Chi-ist believcth, Ls wise, is wise ; He who this Christ receiveth, Alone is wise. He who this wisdom winneth, Is free, is free : lie in who.se heart it ix'igneth, Alone ia free. He who this freedom graspeth, Is strong, Ls strong ; He who tliis freedom claspeth, AJonc is strong. 82C85 38 THE BLESSING-CHAIN. He wlio tliis strength retaineth, Is good, is good ; He in whom it remaineth, Alone is good. He who this goodness findetli, Is glad, is glad ; Ho who this goodness mindeth, Alone is glad. PRAISE. Praises to Ilim who built the hills ; Praises to Him the streams who fills ; Praises to him who lights each star That sparkles in the blue afar. Praises to him who makes the moru, And bids it glow with beams new-born Who draws the shadows of the night, Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight. Praises to Ilim whoso love has given, In Christ his Son, the Life of heaven; Who for our darkness gives us light, And turns to day our deepest night. Praises to Jdm, in grace wno came. To boar our woe, and sin, and shame ; Who lived to die, who died to rise. The God-arccpted Bacrifico. 40 pnAisE, Praises to Him the chain who broke, Opened the prison, burst the yoke, Sent forth its captives, glad and free. Heirs of an endless liberty. Praises to Him who sheds abroad Within our hearts the love of God ; The Spirit of all truth and peace, Fountain of joy and holiness ! To Father, Son, and Spirit, now The hands we lift, the knees we bovr ; To Jah-Jehovah thus we raise The sinner's endless song of praiso. I'RAISE TO CHRIST. Jesus, tlie Christ of God, The Father's blessed Son, The Father's bosom thine abode. The Father's love thine own. Jesus, the Lamb of God, Who us from hell to raise Hast shed thy reconciling blood ; — "We give Thee endless praise. God, and yet man, Thou art, True God, true man art Thou ; Of man, and of man's eartli a part, One with us Thou art now. Great sacrifice for sin. Giver of life for life, Restorer of the peace within, True ender of the strife. 42 riiAisE TO cnuisT. To Thee, the Christ of God, Thy saints exulting sing ; The hearer of our heavy load, Our own anointed King ; True lover of the lost, From heaven Thou earnest dowii, To pay for souls the righteous cost, And claim tliem for thine own. Kest of the weary, Thou I To Thee, our rest, we come ; In Thee to find our dwelling now, Oar everlasting home. THE CROSS AND THE CROWN No blood, no altar now, The sacrifice is o'er ; No flame, no smoke, ascends on high ; The Lamb is slain no more ! But richer blood has flow'd from nobler veins, To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest stains. We thank Thee for the blood, The blood of Christ, thy Son ; The blood by which our peace is made. Our victory is won : Great victory o'er hell, and sin, and woe, That needs no second fight, and leaves no second foe. We thank Thee for the grace Descending from above. That overflows our widest guilt, The eternal Father's love : Love of the Fatlicr's everlasting Son, Love of tlic Holy Ghost, Jehovah, three iu One. 44 THE CROSS AND THE CROWN. Wo thank Thee for the hope, So glad, and sure, and clear ; It holds the drooping spirit up Till the long dawn appear : Fair hope ! with what a sunshine does it cheer Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert hcrel We thank Thee for the crown Of glory and of life ; 'Tis no poor with'ring wreath of earth, Man's prize in mortal strife : 'Tis incorruptible as is the throne. The kingdom of our God and his Incarnate Son. THE END OF THE DAT. Ooans, for thy clay, thy wasted day is closing, With all its joy and sun : Bright, loving hours have pass'd thee hy unheeded; Thy work on earth undone, And all iliy race unrun. Folly and pleasure hast thou still heen chasing With the world's giddy throng. Beauty and love have been thy golden idols ; And thou hast rush'd along. Still list'nirig to their song 1 Sorrow and weeping thou hast cast behind theo. For what were tears to thee ? Life was not life without the smile and sunshino Only in revelry Did wisdom seom to by. 46 THE END OF THE DAY Unclasp, man, the syren hand of pleasure, Let the gay folly go ! A few quick years will bring the unwelcome ending; Then whither dost thou go. To endless joy or woe ? Clasp a far truer hand — a kinder, stronger — Of Him the crucified ; Let in a deeper love into thy spirit, The love of Him who died, And now is glorified 1 CONFESSION. THIS soul, how dark and blind this foolish, earthly mind; This ever froward, selfish ■will, Which refuses to be still 1 O these ever roaming eyes, Upward that refuse to rise ; These still wayward feet of mine. Found in every path but thine 1 these pulses felt within, Beating for tlie world and sin ; Svinding round the fevered blood, In a fierce and carnal flood ! this stubborn [)rayerless knee, Hands so seldom clasped to theo, Longings of the soul that go, Like the wild wind to and fro ; 48 CONFESSION. To and fro without an aim Returning idly whence they camo, Bringing in no joy, no bliss, — Adding to my weariness ! Giver of the heavenly peace, Bid, bid, these tumults cease ; Minister thy holy balm, Fill mo with thy Spirit's calm. Thou the life, the truth, the way, Leave me not in sin to stray ; Bearer of the sinner's guilt, Lead me, lead mo, as Thou wilt CHRIST IS ALL. EVERLASTING Lii^llt, Giver of dawn and day, Dispeller of the ancient niglit In w-liich creation ky I , everlasting Light, Shine graciously withii) ! Brightest of all on earth that's bright, Come, shine away my sin I O everlasting Eock, Sole refuge in distress, My fort when foes assail and mock, My rest in weariness I everlasting Fount, From which the waters burst, The streams of the eternal mount. That quench time's sorest thirst I JD 50 CHRIST IS AliL. everlasting Health, From which all healing springs ; My bliss, my treasure, and my wealth, To thee my spirit clings ! everlasting Truth, Truest of all that's true ; Sure guide of erring age and youth, Lead me and teach me too ! everlasting Strength, Uphold me in the way •, Bring me, in spite of foes, at length. To joy, and light, and day ! everlasting Love, Wellspring of grace and peace, Pour down thy fulness from above, Bid doubt and trouble cease ! everlasting Eest, Lift off life's load of care ! Eelicve, revive this burdened breast, And every sorrow boar. CHRIST IS ALL. Thou art in heaven our all. Our all on earth art thou ; Upon thy glorious name ve call, Loid Jesus, bless us now ! 51 THE LOVE OF GOD. LOVE of God, how strong and crue I Eternal and yet ever new, Uncomprehcnded and unLought, Beyond all knowledge and all thought. love of God, Low deep and great ! Far deeper than man's deepest hate ; Self-fed, self-kindled like the light. Changeless, eternal, infinite. heavenly love, how precious still, In days of weariness and ill ! In nights of pain and helplessness, To heal, to comfort, and to bless. widc-emhracing, wondrous love, "We read thee in the sky above, We read thee in the earth below, In seas that swell and streams that flow. THE LOVE OF GOD. 53 We read thee in the flowers, the trees, The freshness of the fragrant breeze, The song of birds upon the wing, The joy of summer and of spring. "We read thee best in Him who camo, To bear for us the cross of shamo ; Sent by the Father from on high, Our life to live, our death to die. We read thee in the manger-bed, On which His infancy was laid ; And Nazareth that love reveals. Nestling amid its lonely hills. We read thee in the tears once shed, Over doomed Salem's guilty head. In the cold tomb of Bethany, And blood-drojis of Gethsemane. We read thy power to bless and save, Even in the darkness of tlio grave; Still more in resurrection-light, Wo read the fulness of tliy might. 54 THE LOTH OP GOD. love of God, our shield and stay, Through all the perils of our way ; Eternal love, in thee wo rest, For ever safe, for over bloet I THE TRUE BREAD. True bread of life, in pitying mercy given, Long-famished souls to strengthen and to food ; Christ Jesus, Son of God, true bread of heaven, Thy flesh is meat, thy blood is drink indeed. T cannot famish, though this earth should fail, Tho' life through all its fields should pine and die ; Though the sweet verdure should forsake each vale, And every stream of every land run dry. True Tree of life ! Of thcc I cat and live, Who eateth of thy fruit shall never die ; Tis thine tho everlasting health to give, The youth and bloom of immortality. Feeding on thee, all weakness turns to power. This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring; Strength flowcth on and in, each buoyant hour, This being eeems all energy, all wing. 56 THE TRDE BREAD. Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel ! At thy dear cross we find the eternal bread, And in thy empty tomb the living woll. THE FIRST AND THE LAST. Jesus, Sun and Shield art thou ; Sun and shield for ever ! Never canst thou cease to shine, Cease to guard us never. Cheer our steps as on ■we go, Come between us and the foe. Jesus, Bread and Wine art thou, Wine and bread for ovor ! Never canst thou cease to feed Or refresh us never. Feed we still on bread divine. Drink we still this heavenly wino I Jesus, Lovo and Life art thou, Life and lovo for ever I Ne'er to quicken shalt thou coMC, Or to love us nc\er. All of life and lovo wo ueod Is in thee, in theo indeed. 68 THE FIRST AND THE LAST. Jesus, Peace and Joy art thou, Joy and peace for ever ! Joy that fades not, changes not. Peace that leaves us never. Joy and peace we have in TLoe, Now and through eternity. Jesus, Song and Strength art thou, Strength and song for ever ! Strength that never can decay, Song that ccascth never. Still to us this strength and son or Through eternal dajs prolong. niS OWN RECEIVED IIIM NOT. Sorely, if such a tiling could be, The best of sunlight fell on thee ; The softest of the stars of night Shed down on thee its sweetest light. Surely, if such a thing could be, Noon kept its gentlest rays for thoo ; The lightest of the winds of mom Across thy weary brow was borne. The freshest dew that eve cro shed Fell in its coolness on thy head ; The fairest of the flowers that bloom Eescri'ed for thee Iheir rich perfume. Yet tho' this earth which thou hast made Its best for thee might hourly spread, And tho', if sucli a tiling might be, The beet of sunlight fell on thoo j 60 HIH OMMISCJSHVKD HIM NOT. I Mail had no love to give thee here, No words of peace, no look of cheer ; Xo tenderness his heart could move, He gave thee hatred for thy love. Thy hest of love to him was given, The freest, truest grace of heaven ; His worst of hatred fell on thee, His worst of scorn and enmity. Life, as its gift for him, thy love Brought in its fulness from ahove ,' Death, of all deaths the sharpest, he In his deep hate prepared for theo. love and hate ! thus face to face Ye meet in this strange meeting-place ! sin and grace, death and life, Who, who shall conquer in this strife ? " Father, forgive," is love's lone cry. While hatred's crowd shouts, " Crucify 1 " How deeply man his God doth hate, God's love to man how true and great ! niS OWJT nECEIVED HIM KOT. 61 Love bows the head in dyiag woe, And hatred seems to triumph now ; Life into death is fadinc: fast, And death seems conqueror at last. But night is herald of the day, And hate's dark triumpli but makes way For love's eternal victory, "When life shall live, and death shall die. IN HIM WE LIVE, I KNOW thou art not far, My God, from me ; yon star Speaks of thy nearness, and its rays Fall on me like thy touch : Oh raise These eyes of mine To see thy face, even thine, My Father and my Clod I Thou spcakest, and I hear ! What gracious heavenly cheer Is in thy gentle speech, my God ! How it lifts off the heavy load "Which hows my weary head. And checks me in my speed. My gracious God and Lord 1 rii nni tte ltvte. 63 Thou knowest all I am, My evil and my shame ; And yet thou hat'st me not ; Nor hast even once forgot Thy handiwork divine, This helpless soul of mine, My ever-loving Lord ! Thou wilt be nearer yet, And one day I shall get The fuller vision of thy face, In all its perfect light and grace ; When I shall see thee as thou art, iiiid in thy kingdom bear my part, My blessed King and God ! JESU, STILL THE STORM. Jesu, still the storm ! Only thou hast power, In this troubled hour, To bid our tremblings cease, And give our spirits peace. Jesu, still the storm I Speak the potent word, " Peace, be still I" and then Calm returns again ; Each billow hides its crest, And laj's itself to rest. Speak the potent word ! Jesu, love us still ! Oh, love on, love on. As thou hast ever done ; Oh love us to the end, Our one unchanging frioncl. Josu, love us still ! JE8U, STILL THE STORM. G5 Jesu, bless us still ! Bless us on and on, Till our heaven be \yoa ; Oh bless us evermore, On thine own blessed shore. Jesu, bless us still I THE LOVE rilAT PASSE'J fl KNOWLEDGE. Not ■what I am, Lord, but what thou art I 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. It is thy perfect love that casts out Icar, 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 Love ! I hear it from you cross , Thy name is Love ! I read it iu yoii toiub ; All meaner love is perishable dross, But this shall light me thro' lime's thickest gloom. It blesses now, and shall for ever bless, It saves me now, and shall for ever save; It holds me up in days of helplessness, It bears me safely o'er each swelling wave. THE LOVE THAT PASSETH KNOWLEDGE. 67 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 thee, my 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. I am all want and hunger ; this faint heart Pines for a fulness which it finds not here ; Dear ones are leaving, and, as they depart. Make room within for something yet more dear. More of thyself, Oh, shew me hour hy Iiour More of thy glory, my God and Lord ; More of tliyself in all thy grace and pov/er, More of tliy love and truth, Incarnate Word ' TnEE, ONLY THEE. Jesus, thy love alone, alone thy lovo Eefresheth me ; And for that love of thine, that freshening lovo, I come to thee. It is thy cross alone, alone thy cross That healeth me ; And for that cross of thine, that healing cross, I come to thee. It is thy hlood alone, alone thy blood That cleanseth me ; And for that hlood of thine, that cleansing blood, I come to thee. It is thy death alone, alone thy death That quickeneth me ; And for that death of thine, that quickening deatli. I come to thee. THEE, ONLY THEE. 69 It is thy life alone, alone thy life That saveth me ; A.nd for that life of thiue, that saving lif.?, I come to thee. It is thy strength alone, alone tliy slrength That strengthens me ; And for that strength of thine, tliat strengthening strength, I come to thee. It is thy joy alone, alone thy joy That gladdens me ; And for that joy of thine, that gladdening joy, I come to thee. It is thy light alone, alone thy light That cheereth me ; And for that light of tliine, that cheering light, I come to thee. Jesus, thy grace alone, alone thy grace Sufiiceth me ; A.nd for that grace, that all-suflicing prnco, I come to thee. 70 TIIEE, ONLY THEE. Saviour 'tis thoix thyself, alone thyself, Art all to me ; And for that all, of everything I nood, I come to thee. IIE IS KISKN. The tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full? Still sadly clasping the unbreathiug clay; — weak in faith, slow of lic-art and dull, To doat on darkness, and shut out tlie day! The tomb is empty ; lie who, three short days, After a sorrowing life's long weariness, Found refuge in this rocky resting-place. Has now ascended to the throne of bliss. Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, He who for death gave death, and life for life; Our heavenly Kinsman, our true flesh and blood ; Victor f;r us on hell's dark fu-ld of sfrifo. This was the Bethel, when-, on stony bed, While angels went and camo from morn till even, Our truer Jacob laid his wearied Iicad ; This was to him the very gate of heaven. 72 HE IS RISEN. The Conqueror, not the conquer'd, He to whom The keys of death and of the grave belong, Cross'd the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb, To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong. Hero death had reign'd ; into no tomb like this Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way; So grand a trophy ne'er before was his, So vast a treasure, so divine a prey. Uut now his triumph ends ; the rock-barr'd door Is open'd wide, and the Great Pris'ner gone; Look round and see, upon the vacant floor The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone. Yes, death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison Is shatter'd, never to be built again ; And He, the mighty Captive, He is risen, Leaving behind tlie gate, the bar, the chain. Yes, He is ris'n who is the First and Last ; Who was and is ; who liveth and was dead ; Beyond the reach of death he now has pass'd, Of the one glorious Church the glorious HcocL HE IS RISEN. 73 The tomb is empty; so, ere long sliall be The tombs of all who in this Christ repose ; They died with Him who died upon the tree, They live and rise with Ilim who lived and rose. Death has not slain them ; they are freed, not slaiu. It is the gate of life, and not of death, That they have entered ; and the grave in vain Has tried to stifle the immortal breath. All that was death in them is now dissolved; For death can only what is death's destroy ; And when this earth's short ages have revolved, The disimprison'd life comes forth with joy. Their life-long battle with disease and pain, And mortal weariness, is over now ; Youth, health, and comeliness return again. The tear lias left the cheek, the sweat the brow. They are not tasting death, but taking rest, On the same holy couch where Jesu'j I-iy, Soon to awake all glorified and blest, "When day lins broke and shadows fled away. REDEEM THE TIME, Death worketh, Let me work too ; Death undoetli, Let me do. Busy as death my work I ply, Till I rest in the rest of eternity. Time worketh, Let me work too ; Time undoeth, Let me do. Busy as time my work T ply, Till I rest in the rest of eternity. Sin worketh, Let me work too ; Sin undoeth, Let me do. Busy as sin my work I ply, Till I rest in the rest of eternity. MUSINGS AND COUNSELS. Not so quickly, fretted epirit, Lest thy speed but run to waste : He is stedfast who believeth, He who trusteth makes no haste For the God on whom we call Will carry us through all ; No plan of His can fail, Not a wish but must prevail. He is might}'. He alone ; Let His work bo calmly done. Not 60 slowly, sluggish spirit, As if God and time would stay For thee, the loitering dreamer, Flinging hours and days away. Up and toil with all thy might, Noon is fading into night ; Like the ever-moving wave, We are rushing to the grave ; Like the swiftly rising dew, Earth is passing from our view. 70 MDSINGS AND COUNSELS, Not SO gall}'-, buoyant spirit ; Temper mirth with gentle fear ; Roses wither, leaves are falling, 'Tis not always summer hero- 'Tis a brittle, hollow world, With its brav'ry all unfurled, Its banners streaming high, And shouts of revelry. Its day is coming fast, And its madness cannot last. Not so darkly, gloomy spirit ; Here are things of spriglitlier hue. Here are suns, and stars, and rainbows, And a glorious arch of blue. Earth is not all tears and woe, There are bright things here below There is verdure on our hills, There is music in our rills, There is fragrance in our air ; In our homes the dear and fair. Not so lightly, jesting spirit ; Do not trifle so with sin ; The gate of life is narrow, There are few who enter in. MUSIKOS AXD COnXSELS. 77 Setting God before thine eyes, Be boldly good and wise ; Cherish grave and manly thought, Buy the truth and sell it not ; To thyself and truth be true, To thy friend be faithful too. K"ot so sternly, haughty spirit ; Lay thy loftiness aside ; From thy forehead smooth the furrow, From thy heart pluck out the pride. Deal gentle words to all ; Thou, too, mayest err and fall ; Be pitiful and kind. Leave rugged words behind, Learn meekly to reprove ; They win who speak in lovo. Not 80 fondly,sanguine spirit ; There is judgment in yoii cloud, There is peril in yon tempest, And the trumpet speaks aloud. God is coming in His wrath, And the lightning ploughs his pnth ; There is terror on tlio earth, And the ruin ruslies forth ; 78 MUSINGS AND COUNSELS. There is boding in yon sk}', The Judge is drawing nigh. Not 60 hopeless, drooping spirit ; Yon clouds at length will rise ; And, beyond them, in the distance, Spreads a realm of sunny skies. God's promise standeUi fast, And the glory breaks at last ; Peace is rising out of strife, Death is dying into life ; Up springs the eternal sun ; Heaven and earth will soon bo one. THE GOOD FIGHT. I OAMK and saw, and hoped to conquer, As the great Eoman once had done ; Jlis was the one hour's torrent shock of haltlo, 5Iy field was harder to be won. I came and saw, hut did not conquer. The foes were fierce, their weapons strong ; I came, I siiw, but yet I did not conquer, For me the light was sore and long. They said the war was brief and easy, A word, a look, would crush the throng ; To some it may have been a moment's conflict, To me it has been sore and lunir. o' They said the threats were coward bluster. To brave men they could work no wrong ; So some may boast of swift and easy battle, To mo it has been sore and long. 80 THE GOOU FIOIIT. And yet I know that I shall conquer, Though sore and hard the fight may he : I know, I know I shall be more than victor, Tlirough Ilira who won the fight for me. I fight, not fearful of the issue. My victory is sure and near ; Yet, not the less with hand and eye all watchful, Grasp I my buckler and my spear. For I must fight, if I would conquer, 'Tis not by flight that fields are won ; And I must conquer, if I would inherit, Tho victor's joy, and crown, and tbroao. TIME AND ETERNITY. It is not time that flie.>^ ; Tis we, 'tis we, are flying ; It is not Life tliat dies ; 'Tis we, 'tis we, are dying. Time and eternity are one ; Time is eternity begun : Life changes, yet without decay; •Tis we alone who jtass away. It is not Truth that nies; 'Tis we, 'tis we, are flying : It is not Faith that dies ; 'Tis we, 'tis we, arc dying. cver-during faith :um1 truth, Whose youth is age, wiiose age is y Twin stars of immortality, Ye cannot perish from (»ur sky. ou th! 82 TIME AND KTERNITV, Ifc is not Hope that flies : 'Tis wc, 'tis we, are flying : It is not Love that dies ; 'Tis wc, 'tis we, are dying. Twin streams, that have in heaven your hirtli, Ye glide in gentle joy through earth. "VYe fade, like flowers heside you sown ; Ye are still flowing, flowing on. Yet we but die to live ; It is from death we're flying : For ever lives our life ; For us there is no dying. We die hut as the spring-bud dies, In summer's golden glow to vise. These be our days of A[>ril Ijlcom; Our July is beyoud the tomb. y A CHILD OF DAY. Ox this bare ocean-islet, While the slow waves softly play. And the happy breeze sings by mo, I sit and sigh for day. £ am looking for the dawning, For the first soft silver ray ; I am looking, looking, looking, For the morning and the day. 'Mid the shadows and the silt-nco Of the lonely, lonely way, I am longing, longing, longing, For the morning and the day. I mark the waning starlight, And the gentle streaks of grey ; And I'm hojjing, hoi)ing. } oping, For the morninr^ and (he day. 84 A CHILD OF DAY. Tho pale pure light is springing, The darkness steals away ; . And I'm watching, watching, watching, For the morning and the day. Shall I close my eyes in slumher, Shall I dream the liours away ; When I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, For the morning and the day ? Shall I cleave to shades and darkncsa, To the chill of mortal clay ; When I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, For the morning and the day ? Shall I love earth's blazing torches, Its lamps of midnight gay ; When I know that they are coming, — The morning and the day? 1^ SUNSET BY 'lilE SEA. Mr watcli upon this sea- swept clifl' is done ! I've marked for hours that slow-descending sua, And seen him plunge into the golden swell Of yon bright ocean that he loves so well. I linger, watching how yon wavelets seem To miss the glory of the vanished gleam ; And marking how yon summer-blushing bluo Takes on the sadness of the twiliglit hue. liow can I go ? That shadowy, solemn wave Seems like a loved one's newly-covered grave ; And all around, above me, seems to move Tlie joy and grief of un forgotten love. I linger o'er the long wave's darkening How ; But the cold sea-moan bids me rise and go ; And yon faint sun-glow on the quivering main Says, G'o, to-morrow we sliall meet again. \ 86 e0N8ET liV THE SK V. It may bo v/e t-liall meet as wo have done, And that I greet once more yon matchless s in ; It may be that I come to gaze again On tho palo splendour of yon purple plain. But tho' no dawn sliould light these faded skies, Though yon expected sun should never rise, I have a Sun whose everlasting gold Lights up a day that never shall grow old. I have a Sun v.ithin, a Sun above, A heaven whose radiance is the joy of love. Earth's suns may sink and rise again no more, I need them not in that unchanging shore. T go where night and darkness never come, To the dear day-spring of a sinless home; No pensive musings such as sunset brings ! No bitter heartache over dried-up springs ! This shore I quit, these rocks, this wondrous sea, Of all things great the greatest still to mc ; These golden gleams of sunset's lingering bliss. Yon far-off dimple from tho dying kiss SUNSET BT THE SEA. 87 Of wave and sky ; this gentle, gentle song Of tlie lone sea-breeze as it sigbs along ; Tlie sweet low ripple-note that comes and goes From you grey sand- slope where the tide still flows. These, these I leave ; yet, leaving, turn again To love and muse, yet feel no parting pain ; — These are but withered leaves, the goodly tree Which bears them all remainetb yet for me. I need not miss the starbeam, if the star Abideth still to shine in love afar ; The gift may fade, the Giver still is mine, Witli all hia love and light and grace d(viu9. LORD, COME AWAYl Hand and foot are Aveary, Brow and eye are weary, Heart aud soul are weary; — Lord, Come away ! Tears are swiftly flying, Heaven and earth are sighing, Aud thy Church is crying, Lord, come away ! Broken lies creation, Shaken earth's foundation, Anchorless each nation; — Lord, come away 1 Kingly props all failing, Boldest bosoms quailing. Fear forlorn prevailing ; Lord, come away 1 LORD, COME AWAY ! 89 Thrones of ages shaking, Bonds of empire breaking, Sullen priesthoods quaking; — Lord; come away ! Evil darkl}' reigneth, Nought of love remaineth, And thy Bride complaineth ; — Lord, come away I Might the right is wronging, Svvordcd millions thronjrinsr. Earth's misrule prolonging: — Loid, come away I Lonely hearts are singing, Loyal souls are clinging To the light upspringing ; — Lord, come away 1 Calm, "mid night-winds blowing, Long has faith been sowing, See the life-seed growing; — Lord, come away 1 90 LORP, COME AWAY I 'Tis no time for sorrow, See the glorious morrow, Its gladness let us borrow ; — Lord, come away I 'Tis no time for dreaming, See the day-spring's gleaming Through the darkness streaming Lord, come away 1 Sounds the last long thunder, Bursts the day of wonder, Glory, gladness yonder ; — Lord, como away ! HE IS COMING. He is coming ; and the tidings Are rolling ynde and far ; As light flows out in gladness, From yon fair morning-star. He is coming ; and the tidings Sweep through the willing air, "With hope that ends for ever Time's ages of despair. Old earth from dreams and slumhur Wakes up and says, Amen ; Land and ocean bid him welcome, Flood and forest join the strain. He is coming ; and the mountains Of Judea ring again ; Jerusalem awakens, And shouts her glad Amen. 92 HE 13 COMING. He is coming ; wastes of Horeb, Awaken and rejoice ! Hiils of Moab, clifTs of Edom, Lift the long silent voice I He is coming, sea of Sodom, To heal thy leprous brine, To give back palm and myrtle, The olive and the vine. He is coming, blighted Carmel, To restore thy olive bowers. He is coming, faded Sharon, To give thee back thy flowers. Sons of Gentile-trodden Judah, Awake, behold, he comes ! Landless and kingless exiles. Re-seek your long-lost homes. Back to your ancient valleys "Which your fathers loved so well, In their now crumbled cities Let their children's children dwelL HE IS COMING. 93 Drink the last drop of wormwood From your nation's bitter cup ; The bitterest, but the latest, Make haste and drink it up. For he thy true Messiah, Thine own anointed Kins:, He comes, in love and glory, Thy endless joy to bring. Yes, he thy King is coming To end thy woes and wrongs, To give thee joy for mourning, To turn thy sighs to songs ; To dry the tears of ages. To give thee, as of old. The diadem of beauty, The crown of purest gold ; To lift tlice from thy sadness, To set thee on the throne, Messiah's chosen nation, His best-beloved one. 94 HE IS COMINO. The stain and dust of exile To -wipe from tliy weary feet ; With songs of glorious triumph Thy glad return to greet. THE JUJ)GMENT. The last long note has sounded, The dead from dust to call ; The sinner stands confounded, With fear on fear surrounded, As Ly a sea unbounded, Before the Judge of alL No longer now delaying The hour of dreaded doom ; No more the sentence staying. No more the cross displaying, In wrath His tlirone arraying, The Judge, the Judge has como I Wliat wild shrill voice of mourning Comes up fiiMri liill and plain? Dark spirits, pardon scorning, Proud hearts, long mercy spurning, Bold relicls, deaf to warning, Now cry, but cry in vain 1 96 THE JUDGMENT. See how these lieavens arc rended By yon sky-filling blast ; Earth's year of grace is ended ; He who in clouds ascended, Now, Avith heaven's hosts attended, Ketnrns, returns at last » Cease, man, thy God-defying; Cease thy best friend to grieve ; Cease, man, thy self-relying; Flee from the endless dying ; Swiftly thy time is flying ; Embrace the Son and live ! Give up thy vain endeavour To heal thy wounds and woes ; He is of life the Giver, And from His cross the river, Which quenches thirst for ever, All freely to thee flows. With gush, and gleam, and singing, See tlie bright fountain rise. For thee that fount is springing, To thee its gladness bringing ; — Why then so madly clinging To vanity and lies? f HEAVEN AT LAST. " Denique Coelum." — Old Motto. Angel-voices sAvectly singing, Echoes through the blue dome ringing, News of -wondrous gladness bringing; Ah, 'tis heaven at last I Now, beneath us all the grieving, All the wounded spirit's heaving. All the woe of hopes deceiving; Ah, 'tis heaven at last I • Sin for ever left behind us. Earthly visions cease to blind us. Fleshly fetters cease to bind us ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last I On the jasper threshold standing. Like a pilgrim safely landing, See, the strange bright scene expanding Ah, 'tis heaven at last I a 98 HEAVEN AT LA8T, What a city! what a glory! Far beyond the brightest story Of the ages old and hoary ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last I Softest voices, silver-pealing, Freshest fragrance, spirit-healing, Happy hymns around us stealing ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! Gone the vanity and folly, Gone the dark and melancholy, Come the joyous and the holy ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! Not a broken blossom yonder, Not a link can snap asunder, Stay'd the tempest, sheathed the thunder ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last 1 Not a tear-drop ever falleth, Not a pleasure ever pallcth. Song to song for ever calleth ; Ah, 'tig heaven at last ! HEAVEN AT LAST. 99 Christ himself the living splendour, Christ the sunlight mild and tender ; Praises to the Lamb we render ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! Now at length the veil is rended, Now the pilgrimage is ended, And the saints their thrones ascended ; Ah, 'tis heaven at last ! Broken death's dread bands that bound us, Life and victory around us ; Christ, the King, himself hath crown'd us ; Ab, 'tis heaven at last 1 100 THE GRAVES OF OCEAN. The fcea gavo up the dead which were in it." — Rev. sx. 13. Deep down beneath tliQ unresting surga There is a peaceful tomb ; Storm raves above, calm reigns below ; Safe, safe from ocean's wreck and woe ; Safe from its tide's unceasing flow The weary find a home. Calm shelter from Time's vexing winds ; Sure anchorage at last ! The blinding sea^drift blinds not here ; No breaker's boom the sleepers fear, No angry typhoon hovers near — Their latest storm is past. Done now with peril and with toil, They sleep the blessed sleep. The last wild hurricane is o'er ; All silent now life's thunder-roar. All quiet now the wreck-strewn shore ;— 'Tifl we, not they, who weep. THE GRAVES OF OCEAU^, 101 "Who dies iu Christ the Lord dies well, Though on the lonely main ; As soft the pillow of the deep, As tranquil the uncurtain'd sleep As on the couch where fond ones weep ; — And thoy shall rise again. Not safer on the sea of glass Before the throne of God ! As sacred is that ocean-cave, Where weeds instead of myrtles wave ; As near to God that unknown grave, As the dear churchyard's sod. O'er the loved clay God sets his watch, The angels guard it well, Till suramon'd by the trumpet loud. Like star emerging from the cloud, Or blossom from its sheltering shroud, It leaves its ocean-cell. The sea shall give them hack, though death The well-known form destroy ; Nor rock, nor sand, nor foam can chain, Nor mortal prison-house retain, Each atom shall awake again, And rise with song and joy. 102 THE GRAVES OF OCEAN. The cold sea's coldest, hardest depths Shall hear the trump of God, Death's reign on sea and land is o'er, God's treasured dust he must restore, God's buried gems he holds no more, Beneath or wave or clod. AVhcn the cold billow cover'd them, No solemn prayer was said ; Yet not the less their crown shall be In the great morn of victory. When, from their mortal fetters free, They leave their peaceful bed. "What though to speak the words of love No dear ones then could come. Without a name upon their bier, A brother's or a sister's tear. Their heaven will be as bright and near As from their boyhood's home. Star of the promised morning, rise ! Star of the throbbing wave, Ascend ! and o'er the sable brine With resurrection-splendour shine ; Burst through the clouds with beams divine, Mighty to shine and save THR GRAVE3 OF OCEAIT. 103 Morning Star ! risen Lord ! Destroyer of the tomb ! Star of the living and the dead, Lift up at length thy long-veil'd head, O'er land and soa thy glories shed • Light of the morning, come ! Into each tomb thy radiance pour, Let life, not death, prevail. Make haste, great Conqueror, make haste I Call up the dead of ages past, Gather thy precious gems at last, From ocean's deepest vale. Speak, mighty Life, and wake the dead I Liko statue from the stone Like music from long broken strings, Like gushings from deserted springs, Like dew upon the dawn's soft wings, Rouse each beloved ono ] A CRY FKOM THE DEPTHS. IIerb in thy royai presence, Lord, I stand ; I give myself, my all, to thee ; Thou hast redeem'd me by thy precious blood ; Thine only will I he. Xo love but thine, but thine, can me relieve, No light but thine, but thine, will I receive, No light, no love, but thine ! Take, take me as I am ; thou need'st me not, I know Tliou need'st mc not at all. All heaven is thu)e, all earth, each morning-star; High angels wait thy call ; 1 am the poorest of tliy creatures, I The child of evil and dark misery ; — Tct take mc as I am 1 HEBE IS MY HEART. 105 Perhaps Thou overlookest me ; too small A mote of being for thine eye To rest on, or to care for ; far beneath Thine awful majesty. But still I am a thing of life, I know, And made for everlasting joy and woe ; — Turn not thine eye away. Perhaps Thou dost repent of making me ? And yet, this, my God, I know, That I am made, made by thine own great hand, Though least of all below ; Myself I cannot alter or unmake, wilt thou not this soul of mine new-mako? New-make me, my God 1 Perhaps for auglit of good I am unfit, Most worthless and most useless all ; Yet make me but the meanest thing that lives, Within Thy Salem's wall. 1 shall bo well content, my God, to be, Or do, or suffer aught that pleaseth Thee; — cast mo not away. 106 HERE IS MV HEART. It •would not cost tliec clear to bless me, Lord; A word -would do it, or a sign. It needs no more from thee, no more, my God ; Thy words have power divine. And the boundless blessedness to me. Loved, saved, forgiven, renewed and blest by thoe I speak. speak the word ! Life ebbs apace, my night is coming fast ; My cheek is wan, my hair is grey ; I am not what I was when on me blazed The noon of youth's bright day. Make haste to do for me what thus I plead, Thou the succourer of my great need, love and comfort me. 1 know the blood of Thine eternal Son Has power to cleanse even me ; wash me now in that all-precious blood ; Give my soul purity ; Scatter the darkness, bid the day-star shine, Light up the midnight of this soul of mine; Let all be song and joy 1 f HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. Have faitli in truth ; And in tho True One trust ! Though bright •u'ith fancy's brightest hues, Abhor the lie thou must. /Make sure of truth, And truth will make thee sure ;\ It will not shift, nor fade, nor die, But like the heavens endure. God's thouglits, not man's, Be these thy heritage ; They, like himself, are ever young, Untouched by time or age. God's words, not man's, Be these thy gems and gold ; Bo these tliy never-setting stars, — Still radiant as of old. 108 HAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. With God alone Is truth, and joy, a.nd light. Walk thou with Him in peace and lovo, Hold fast the good and right. Hold fast the true ! For truth can never change ; It grows not old, — 'tis ever one, However vast its range. Great truths are great ! Not once, but evermore ; Theirs is an everlasting youth, A spring-bloom never o'er. The stars that shine To-night, in these calm skies, Are the same stars that shone of old In primal Paradise. The sun that once At a man's voice stood still, Is the same sun that nightly sets Behind yon western hill. UAVE FAITH IN TRUTH. "109 Man and liis earth Are varying day Ly day ; Truth cannot change nor ever gi-ow Feeble and old and grey. LIFE AND I. Life is the cliild's frail wreath, And I a drop of dew Upon its fading beauty. In the breath Of the still night-air came I forth to \icw, But with the reddening morn I silently return To holy realms unseen, Where death hath never been, AVhere He hath his abode, Who is my God ! Life is the wind-snapp'd bough. And I a little bird ; My motherland a fairer, calmer clime, Whose olive-groves no storm has ever stirred A little bird that came from far, Beyond the evening star, Alighting in my untried flight Upon this tree of night. Yet ere another sun His race shall have begun, UFE AND I. Ill 1 sliall have pass'd from siglit, To realms of truer light, These twilight skies above, To he with Him I love, My God, my God. Life is the mountain lake, And I a drifting cloud, Or a cloud's broken shadow on the wave, One of the silent multitude that crowd, "With ever-varying pace, Across the water's face ! Soon must I pass from earth, To the calm azure of my better birth. My sky of holy bliss ; With Him in love and peace. To have my long abode. Who is my God ! Life is the tossing ark. And I the wandering dove, Resting to-day mid clouds and waters dark, To morrow to my peaceful olive-grovo I?eturning, in glad liastc, Across time's billowy waato. 112 LXl'E AND I. For evermore to rest, Upon the faithful breast, Of Him who is my King, My Christ and God ! Life is the changing deep. And I a little wave,- Eising a moment and tlien passing down, Amid my fellows, to a peaceful grave ; For this is not my rest, It is not here I can he blest. Far from this sea of strife. With Christ is hid my life. With Christ my glorious Lord, My King and God. Life is a well-strung lyre. And I a wandering note, Struck from its cunning chords, and left alono A moment in the quivering air to float ; Then, without echo, die, And upward from this earthly jarring fly, To form a truer note above In the great song of joy and love, LIFE AND I. 11 iJ The never-ending, never-jarring song Of the immortal throng ; Sung to the praise of Him "Who is at once its leader and its thome. My Christ, my King, my God ! BRIGHT FEET OF MAY. Trip along, bright feet of May, Trip along from day to day, Trip along in sun and showers, Trip along and wake the flowers, Trip along the breezy hills, Trip beside the prattling rills. Trip along, in light and song, Trip away, all fresh and gay. Trip away, bright feet of May I Trip along, when morning shines. Trip along, when day declines. Trip along, when, in the night. Moon and stars are sparkling bright ; Trip across the sunny sea, Over cloudland high and free. Trip along, in light and song. Trip away, all fresh and gay, Trip away, bright feet of May I BRIGHT FEET OF MAY. 115 Trip along the budding wood, O'er the moorland solitude ; Trip through garden, field, and brake. Trip beside the gleaming lake ; Eevel in the star-loved dew, Drink the clear sky's summer blue. Trip along, in light and song, Trip away, all fresh and gay, Trip away, bright feet of May I Trip along, and, as you move, Tell the springing earth of love ; Tell of love the sunlight free. Tell of love the bounding sea, The love of Ilira who gave to May The sweetness of its smiling day. Trip along, in light and song, Trip away, all fresh and gay, Tnp away, bright feet of Maj'! TOX MATUTINA. Earth'b lamps are growing dim : The Church's early hymn Comes up in slow, soft sound, Like music from the ground ; Her old prophetic psalm Fills the deep twilight calm ! Not yet his blossom-wreath Of beams from climes beneath. The happy sun has bound These mountain-peaks around ; Ilardlj'- yon cloudlet high Has caught the radiancy. Only the stars look pale, As if some luminous veil Were passing o'er their face, Taking, yet adding grace, Hiding, yet giving light To these fair gems of night. vox MATUTINA. 117 The beacon-lights still gleam Along the ocean-stream, Goes up no city-smoke, No city-hum has broko Earth's sleep, or sounded forth Another morning's birth. Shake off from us the night, God ! As sons of light Prepare us for the day, That at the first faint ray Of mom in eastern skies We may with joy arise. What though night's silence still Broods over plain and hill ; These shades will soon be past, The Daystar comes at last, And we shall welcome him With our clear morning hymiu HEAR MY Cliy. STRONG to save and bless, My rock and righteousness, Draw near to me ! Blessing, and joy, and mighty Wisdom, and love, and light Are all with Thee ! My 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 me ! Turn not away thy face, Withhold not needed grace. My fortress be ! Perils are round and round, Iniquities abound. See, Saviour, soo ! HEAR MY CRT Hi) Come, God and Saviour, come I I can no more be dumb ; Appeal I must, To thee the gracious One, Else is my hope all gone, I sink in dust ! Oh, answer me, my God, Thy love is deep and broad, Thy grace is true ! Thousands this grace have shared, Oh lot me now be heard. Oh love me too ! Descend thou mighty love. Descend from lieaven above, Fill thou this soul ! Heal every bruised part, Bind up this broken heart. And make me whole I Tis kiiowiiig thee that heals ; 'Tis seeing thee that seals Comfort and peace. Shew me thy cross and bl .tod, My Saviour and my God Then (I'lulili-.s cease. ^ HOMEWARDS. Dropping down the troubled river, To tlie 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. "wondrous, Avondrous shore ! Dropping down the winrling nver, To the wide and welcome sea; Dropping down the narrow river, Man's weary, wayward river, To the blue and ample sea ; Where no tempest wrecketh ever, Where the sky is fair and free; joyous, joyous sea ! HOMEWARDS. Dropping down the noisy liver, To our peaceful, peaceful home ; Dropping down the turbid river, Earth's hustling, crowded river, To our gentle, gentle home ; Where the rough roar riseth never, And the vexings cannot come ; loved and longed for home ! Dropping down the eddying river. With a Helmsman true and tried ; Dropping down the perilous river. Mortality's dark river, With a sure and heavenly Guide ; Even II im who, to deliver My soul from death, hath died ; Helmsman true and tried ! Dropping down the rapid river, To the dear and deathless land ; Dropping down the well-known river, Life's swoU'n and rushing river, To the resurrection-land; Where the living live for ever. And the dead have joined the hand j fair and blessed land 1 121 ^ I GO TO LIFE. 1 GO to life and not to death ; From darkness to life's native skj I go from sickness and from pain To health and immortality. i Let our farewell then he tearless, \ Since I hid farewell to tears ; Write this day of my departure Festive in your coming years. I go from poverty to wealth, From rags to raiment angel-fair, From the pale leanness of this flesh To heauty such as saints shall wear- Let our farewell then he tearless, Since I bid farewell to tears ; Write this day of my departure Festive in your coming years. I GO TO LIVE. I o-o from chains to liberty, These fetters will be broken soon ; Forth over Eden's fragrant fields I walk beneath a glorious noon. Let our farewell then be tearless, Since I bid farewell to tears Write this day of my departure Festive in your coming years. For toil there comes the crowned rest ; Instead of burdens, eagle's wings ; And I, even I, this life-long thirst Shall quench at everlasting springs. Let our farewell then be tearless, Since I bid farewell to tears ; Write this day of my departure Festive in your coming year?. God lives ! Who sa>s that I must die? I cannot, while Jehovah liveth ! Christ lives ! I cannot die, but live; He life to me for ever givetli. Let our farewell then be tearless, Since I bid farewell to tears ; Write this day of my departure Festive in your coming years. 123 THE BATTLE-SONG OF THE CIIURCir. Fear not the foe, thou flock of God, Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod, Fear not the foe ! He fights ill vain who fights with theo ; Soon shalt thou see his armies flee, Himself laid low. Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight ; 'Tis God, thy God, defends the right ; He leads thee on. His sword shall scatter every foe, His shield shall ward off every blow ;- - The crown is won. His is the hattle. His the power, His is the triumph in that hour ; In Him be strong. So round thy brow tlie wreath shall twine, So shall the victory be thine, And thine the song. THE BATTLE-SONO OP THE CHURCH. 125 Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat, Not long the fight-day's wasting Jieat ; The shadows come Slack not thy weapon in the fight ; Courage ! for God defends the right ; Strike home ! strike homo 1 PASS OVER TO THY KEST. Fnosr this bleak hill of storms, To yon warm sunny heights, Where love for ever shines, Pass over to thy rest, The rest of God ! From hunger and from thirst, From toil and weariness, From shadows and from dreams. Pass over to thy rest. The rest of God ! From tides, and winds, and waves, From shipwrecks of the deep. From parted anchors here, Pass over to thy rest, The rest of God ! PASS OVEU TO THY REST. 127 From weakness and from pain, From trembling and from strife, From watcbings and from fears, Pass over to tby rest, Tbe rest of God ! From vanity and lies, From mockery and snares, From disappointed bopes. Pass over to tby rest, Tbc rest of God ! From falsehoods of tbe age. From broken ties and bearts. From suns gone down at noon. Pass over to tby rest, Tbo rest of God ! From unrealities, From bollow scenes of change, From ache and emptiness, Pass over to tby rose, Tbo rest of God 1 128 PASS OVEB TO THY REST. From this unanoliorecl world, "Whose morrow none can tell, From all things restless here, Pass over to thy rest, The rest of God ! f HE LIVETII LONG WHO LIVETH WELL. / He liveth lonj^ who liveth well ! All other life is short and vain ; He liveth longest who can tell Of living most for heavenly gain. He liveth long who liveth well ! All else is being flung away ; He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. Waste not tliy being; back to Him, Who freely gave it, freely give, Else is tliat being but a dream, 'Tis but to be, and not to live. Be wise, and use tby wisdom well ; Who wisdom speaJcs must live it too; Ho is the wisest who can tell How first ho lived^ then spoke, the tnio. I 130 HE LIVETH LONG WHO LIVETH WELL. Be what thou seemest ; live thy creed ; Hold up to earth the torch divine • Be what thou prayest to bo made ; Let the great Master's steps be thine. Fill up each hour witli wliat will last; Buy up the moments as tliey go ; The life above, when this is past, Is the ripe fruit of life below. Sow truth if thou the true wouldst reap ; Who sows the false shall reap the vain ; Erect and sound thy conscience keep ; From hollow words and deeds refrain. Sow love and taste its fruitage pure ; Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright ; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light. THE SELF-CHALLENGE Up, drowsy hopes and loves ! So slow to rise, And pass above this ring of lower air, To the wide circle of the pure and fair, God's upper skies ! Wake, sluggish soul of mine I So slow to break The fond old dreams of long, long fiummcr-bloom, The dear deception of an earthly home ; — Awake, awake ! Laden with life's thick clay, Clinging to dust, Tliou Cghtest against llim who lights for thco, Thou claspest still thy bonds and misery ; — Yet rise thou must I 132 THE SELF-CnALLKKQE. Thy treasure is above ! Dost thou repine ? Thy dross is changed to gold, thy gold to dross, Thy loss to gain, and all thy gain to loss ; — God's wealth is thine ! Thy shelter is the cross ! Thy peace the blood ; Thy light and guide the pillar-cloud above ; Thy resting-place the everlasting love Of God, thy God ! Thy covert is the shade Of heavenly wings ; Thy trustiest counsellor and bosom-friend, "Who lovoth, and will love thee to the end, Is King of kings. Foe of thy foes is He ; Thy shield and sword ; He takes thy side against the proud and strong, He keeps thoe from the spoiler's hate and wrong, Thy God and Lord I THE SELF-CHALLENGE. 133 No ill can thee betide ; Life's shadiest mood Brightens to sunshine in love's genial ray, And sorrow's slowest clouds dissolve in day ; — All ill is good. Cheer up then, silent Boul, Press blithely on ; "Watch not the clouds, nor shiver in the showers, Heed not the shadows, neither count the hours. Till heaven be won. Work and deny thyself ; Take up thy cross ; Follow the Master wheresoc'er lie leads, Be a disciple not in words but deeds : Shrink not from loss. Count well, count well the cost, Nor grudge to pay ; Be it reproach, or toil, or pain, or stiife, Be it the loss of all, — gold, fame, and life ;— The end is day 1 THE CirmST OF GOD. To know the Christ of God, The everlasting Son ; To know what He on earth, For guilty man has done : This is the first and last Of all that's true and wise ; The circle that contains all light Beneath, ahove, the skies. Father, unseal my eyes, Unveil my veiled heart, Eeveal this Christ to rac I The Christ, the Incarnate Son, The Christ, Ihc eternal Word ; The Christ, heaven's glorious King, The Christ, earth's coming Lord. THE CITErST OF GOD. 136 The Christ, the sum of all Jehovah's power and grace, God's treasure-house of truth and love, The brightness of his face. Father, unseal my eyes, Unveil my veiled heart, Keveal this Christ to me 1 The Christ who took man's flesh ; Who lived man's life below; Who died man's death for man, — The death of shame and woe. The Christ who, from the Cross, Descended to man's grave, Then rose in victory and joy, Mighty to bless and save ! Father, unseal my eyes, Unveil my veiled heart, Boveal tliis Christ to mol FOR LACK OF LOVE. For lack of love I languish, For lack of light I pine ; Good Jesu, soothe my anguish, And heal this soul of mine ; This soul whose only rest Is on thy soft and loving breast. From lack of strength I'm sinking, give me strength divine ; And let me still be drinking, Each day, the heavenly wine ; The wine that cheers the heart And bids its feebleness depart. For lack of faith I'm failing, Hand, heart, and head are low; Exulting and prevailing, Comes on my hellish foe. Make haste, ]\Iighty One, Help, Jcfju, or my faith is gone. FOR LACK OF LOVE. 1 37 For lack of joy I'm losing All heart to work for thee ; At every pore out-oozing, Life goeth fast from me. Give back my joy and light, Lest all with these should take their flight. How little have I known thee, Still less have served and loved : Yet still I own, I own thee, keep my soul unmoved. Teach me true service here, The service of true love and fear. I bargain not for blessing, 1 leave that to tliy will ; But keep me from transgressing, keep me faithful still. keep me true to tlieo, Unchanged in fervent loj'alty. All that I need thou knowest, IJeyond wliat I can tell ; And all these thou bcstowest ; Oh tills contents mo well I In thy wiso giving thus I resi, Knowing how surely I am blogt THE SIN AND THE SINBEAREK JIuMAKiTY hath sinned ! Not Adam, hut the race has met its fall : Life has gone out from earth, Who shall that life recall ? He only who is man ! Man and yet God, — he can undo the fall True flesh and blood of earth, He can that life recall. Creation has been struck ! Not Eden, but the universal earth ; All things beneath the sun Are smitten from their birth. He only loves and saves ! Whose cross hath borne creation's deadly wrong ; Whose blood shall purge away Creation's stains ere long. THE SIN AND THE SINBEAUER. 139 He, the last Adam, lives ! He died, was buried, and yet liveth still ; Victor o'er hellish hate, Victor o'er human ill ! His life is life for us ! His joy, his crown, his glory are our own j For us he fought the fight, For us he won the throne. IS THIS ALL? Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of his face, But that is all. Sometimes he looks on me and seems to smilc^ But that is all. Sometimes he speaks a j^assing word o/peace^ But that is all. Sometimes I think I hear his loving voice Upon me call. And is this all lie meant when thus ho spoke,- " Come unto me ? " Is there no deeper, more enduring rest In him for thee ? Is there no steadier light for thee in him ? come and see. come and see ! look, and look again ; All shall be right ; Oh taste his lo\c, and see that it is good, Thou child of night. IS THIS ALL ? 141 Oh trust thou, trust thou in his grace and power, Then all is bright. Xay, do not wrong him by thy heavy thoughts, But love his love. Do thou full justice to his tenderness, Ilis mercy prove ; Take him for what he is ; take him all, And look above ! Then shall thy tossing soul find anchorage, And stedfast peace ; Thy love shall rest on his ; thy weary doubts For ever cease. Thy heart shall find in him, and in his grace, Its rest and bliss ! Christ and his love shall be tliy blessed all For evermore ! Christ and his light shall shine on all thy ways For evcrmoro ! Christ and his peace shall keep thy troubled soul For evermore I THE GREAT MESSAGE. ' Quo vos maglstri gloria, quo saltui Invitat orl)is, sancta cohors Dei Portftte verbum." Old IIymn. Apostles of the risen Christ, go forth ! Let love compel. Go, and in risen power proclaim his worth, O'er every region of the dead, cold earth, — His glory tell I Tell how he lived, and toiled, and wept below ; Tell all his love ; Tell the dread wonders of his awful woe ; Tell how he fought our fight, and smote our foo. Then rose above ! Tell how in weakness he was crucified, But rose in power ; "Went up on high, accepted, glorified ; News of his victory spread far and wide, From hour to hour. THE GREAT MESSAGE. 143 Tell how be sits at the right hand of God In glory bright, Making the heaven of heavens his glad abode Tell how he cometh with the iron rod His foes to smite. Tell how his kingdom shall thro' ages stand, And never cease ; Spreading like sunshine over every land, All nations bowing to his high command, Great Prince of poaco 1 1- THE BETTER WILL. To have, each day, the thing I wish, Lord, that seems best to me ; But not to have the thing I wish, Lord, that seems best to thee. 'Tis hard to say without a sigh. Lord, let thy will be done ; 'Tis hard to say, My will is thiuc-, And thine is mine alone. Most truly then thy will is done, "When mine, Lord, is cross'd ; 'Tis good to see my plans o'erthrowB> My ways in thine all lost. Whate'er thy purpose be, Lord, In things or great or small, Let each minutest part be done, That thou may'st still be all THE BETTER WILL. 145 In all the little things of life, Thyself, Lord, may I see ; In little and in great alike Reveal thy love to me. So shall my undivided life To thee, my God, he given ; And all this earthly course holow Be one dear path to heaven. / HYMN or THE LAST DAYS. "Quia iniquitas Mill turn excrescit, Fervida charitas Ilcu rcfrigescit."— Old IItmn. "Quantum accccUt finis niundi crescunt errores, crebioscuut tcrrorea ; crescit iniquitas, crcscit infidelitas." — AUGDST, Help, mighty God ! The strong man bows himself, The good and v/ise are few, Tho standard-bearers faint. The enemy prevails. Help, God of might, In this thy Church's night ! Help, mighty God ! Evil is now our good. And error is our truth. Darkness is now our light, Iniquity o'erflows. Help, God of might, Defend, defend the right I HYMK OF THE LAST DAYS, H7 Help, mighty God ! Men turn their ear away From the great voice divine ; And each one seeks his o\vn Dark oracle of lies. Help, God of might, The idols, Lord, aifright ! Help, mighty God ! Men slight the grace divine. They mock the glorious love; And the great gift of God Is as a thing of nought. Help, God of might. The foe arise and smite ! Help, mighty God I The hlind now lead tlio hlind, Man hag become as God, The tree of knowledge now T5ear8 its last, ripest fruit I Help, God of might, For us come forth and fight I 148 nVMN OF THE LAST DAY8. Help, mighty God I The perfect word of heaven Is as the Sibyl's scroll ; And the great mount of God Is as Dodona's shrine. Help, God of might, And in the dark give light ! Help, mighty God ! The cross is growing old, And the great sepulchre Is but a Hebrew tomb ! The Christ has died in vain I Help, God of might, Else shall faith perish quite ! Help, mighty God ! The Christ of ages past Is now the Christ no more I Altar and fire are gone. The victim but a dream I Help, God of might. Put the fierce foe to flidit ! HrMN OP THE LAST DA VS. 140 Help, mighty God ! The world is waxing gre}'. And charity grows chill, And faith is at its ehh, And hope is withering ! Help, God of might, Appear in glory bright I CREATION IX EARNEST. EVER-EARNEST 6Un ! Unwearied in thy work, Unlialting in thy course, Unlingering in thy path, Teach me thy earnest ways, That mine may be a life of stedfast work and praise. ever-earnest stars ! Unchanging in your light, Unfaltering in your race, Unswerving in your round, Teach me your earnest ways That mine may he a life of stedfast work and praise. CREATION IN E^iRNEST. 151 ever-earnest earth ! Doing thy Maker's work, Fulfilling his great will, With all thy morns and evens, Teach me thy earnest ways, That mine may be a life of stedfast work and praise. over-earnest streams ! Flowing still on and on, Through vale, or field, or moor, In darkness or in light, Teach me your earnest ways. That mine may be a life of stedfast work and praise. over-earnest flowers ! That with untiring growth Shoot up, and spread abroad Your fragrance and your joy. Teach rac your earnest ways, That mine may bo a life of stedfast work and praise. 152 CREATION IN EARNEBT. ever-earnest sea ! Constant in flow and ebb, Heaving to moon and sun, Uncbanging in tby cbange, Teacb me tby earnest ways, That mine may be a life of stedfast work and praise. THE THREE WEEPERS. SoRnow weeps ! — And drowns its bitterness in teara ; My child of sorrow, Weep out the fulness of thy passionate grief, And drown in tears The bitterness of lonely years. God gives the rain and sunshine mild, And both are best, my child ! Joy weeps ! — And overflows its banks with tears ; My child of joy. Weep out the gladness of thy pent-up heart, And let thy glistening eyes Run over in their ecstasies ; Life needeth joy ; hut from on high Descends what cannot die I 154 SORROW, JOY, AND LOVE. Love ^veeps ! — And feeds its silent life with tears ; My child of love, Pour out the riches of thy yearning heart, And, like the air of even, Give and take back the dew of heaven ; And let that longing heart of thine Feed upon love divine ! HE DIED AND LIVES. I DEAR the words of love, I gaze upon the blood, I see the mighty sacrifice, And I have peace with God. 'Tis everlasting peace ! Sure as Jehovah's name, 'Tis stable as his stedfast throne, For evermore the same. The clouds may go and come, And storms may sweep my sky, This blood-sealed friendship changes not, The cross is ever nigh. My love is oftimes low, My joy still ebbs and flows, But peace witli him remains the same, No change Jehovah knows. 166 HE DIED AKD LIVES. That which can diake the cross May shako the peace it gave, "Which tells me Christ has never died, Or never left the grave 1 Till then my peace is sure, It will not, cannot yield, Jesus, I know, has died and lives, — On this firm rock I build. 1 change, he changes not, The Christ can never die ; His love, not mine, the resting- place. His truth, not mine, the tie. The cross still stands unchanged, Though heaven is now his home, The mighty stone is rolled away, But yonder is his tomb ! And yonder is my peace, The grave of all my woes I I know the Son of God has como, I know he died and rose. HE DIED AND LIVES. 157 I know he livetli now, At God's right liand above, I know the throne on which he sits, I know his truth and lovo ! ^ THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL. Amid the shadows and the fears That overcloud this home of tears, Amid my poverty and sin, The tempest and the war within, I cast my soul on Thee, Mighty to save even me, Jesus, thou Son of God ! Drifting across a sunless sea, Cold, heavy mist encurtaining mo ; Toiling along life's broken road, With snares around and foes abroad, I cast my soul on Thee, Mighty to save even me, Jesus, thou Son of God 1 THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL. ]o9 Mine is a day of fear antl strife, A needy soul, a needy life, A needy world, a needy age ; Yet in my perilous pilgrimage, I cast my soul on Thee, Mighty to save even me, Jesus, thou Son of God ! To Thee I come ; — ah, only thou Canst ^ipe the sweat from olF this brow ; Thou, only thou canst make me whole, And soothe the fever of my soul ; I cast my eoul on Thee, Mighty to save even me, Jesus, thou Son of God ! On Thee I rest ; — thy love and graco Are my solo rock and resting-])lace. In Thee, my thirst and hunger sore Lord, let me quench for evennorc. I cast my soul on Tlice, Mighty to save even me, Jesus, thou Son of God J 160 THE ANCHOR WITHIN THE VEIL. 'Tis earth, not heaven ; 'tis night, not noon ; The sorrowlcss is coming soon ; But till the morn of love appears, Which ends the travail and the tears, I cast my soul on Thee, Mighty to save even me. Jo3U3, thou Son of God ! HK WEPT OVER IT. Shew me the tears, the tears of tender love, Wept over Salem in her evil day ; \VLen grace and righteousness together Btrove, And grace at length to righteousness gave way. l»read liour of conflict between law and love! — When not from tears could'st thou, Christ, refrain ; When grace went fortli to save, but like the dove, l{eturnc(l disconsolate, its errand vain. 'J'licirs the great woo, yet thine, Lord, the deep And uwful anguisli for their coming fears; Tiiou weepedst because they refused to weep. And grief divine found vent in human tears. L 162 ifE WEPT OVER IT. They closed the ear against tliy tender words ; They chose another lord, and spurned thy sway ; Thou would'st have drawn them, but they snapped thy cords ; Tliou would'st havo blest them, but they turned away. Thou lovedst them, but they would not be loved, And human hatred fought with love divine ; They saw thee shed the tears of love unmoved. And mocked the grace that would have made them thine. Son of God, who camest from above To take my flesh, to bear my bitter cross ; Shew me thy tears, thy tears of tender love, That I for thcG may count all gain but loss. That I may know thee, and by thee be known ; That I may love thee, and may taste thy lovo ; That I may win thee, and in thee a crown ; That I may rest and reign with thee above. V BEGIN WITH GOD. • Begin the day v/ith God ! He is thy sun and day ; His is the radiance of thy dawn, To him address thy lay. Sin;? a new song at morn ! Join the glad woods and liills; Join the fresh winds and seas and pLiine, Join the hriglit flowers and rillb. Sing tliy first song to God ! Not to thy fellow-raan ; Not to the creatures of his liand, But to the glorious One. Awake, cold lijis, and sing ! Arise, dull knees, and pray ; Lift up, man, thy heart and eyes ; Urush slothfulness away. 164: DEGIN WITH OOD. Look up, beyond these clouds I Thitlicr tl.y pathway lies ; Mount up, away, and linger not, Thy goal is yonder skies. Cast every weight aside ! Do battle with each sin ; Eight with the faithless world without, The faithless heart within. Take thy first meal with God ! He is thy heavenly food ; Feed loith and on him ; he with thoo Will feast in brotherhood. Take thy first walk with God I Let him go forth with thee ; By stream or sea or mountain-path, Seek still his company. Thy first transaction be With God himself above ; So shall thy business prosper well, And all the day be love. WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? Wi!v walk in ilarkne^s ? Has the dear light vanished, That gave us joy and day ? lias (lie great Sun departed ? Has sin hanished His life-begetting ray ? Light of the world ! for ever, ever shining ; There is no change in thee ; True light of life, all joy and health enshrining, Thou canst not fade nor flee. Tliou hast arisen ; hut thou descendest never; To-day shines as the past ; All that thou wast, thou art, and shalt he ever; — I'rijrhtnoss from first to last I •o" Niglit visits not lliy sky, nor storm, nor sadness; Day fills up all its liliic : Unfailing beauty, and unfaltering gladness, And love, for ever new 1 1G6 WHY WALK IN DARKNESS? "Why walk in darkness? Our true light \et shineth, It is not night but clay ! All healing and all peace his light enshrineth, Why shun his loving ray ? Are night and shadows better, truer, dearer, Than day and joy and love ? Do tremblings and misgivings bring us nearer To the great God of love ? Light of the world ! undimming and unsetting, Oh shine each mist away ! Panish the fear, the falsehood, and the fretting, Be our unchanging day I THE VOICE OF THE BELOVED, Tis the Beloved from the glory calls ! I would not, even though I might, delay. Like a home-greeting the glad summons falls, And I, unloitering now, must haste away. Tis the Beloved from the mountain calls ! The hill of incense, where the gentle day Rises in halm, and night no more enthrals The captive earth, in its bewildering sway. 'Tis the Beloved from the city calls ! Oh joy at last to hear the song of day I It steals all sweetly down from these bright walls, And bids these cloudy tlioughts and dreams give way. 'Tis the Beloved from the i)nlaco calls ! lie bids mo quit these cells of crumbling clay; "Doff the sad sable of these eartlily palls, And join llio joy of tlio ininiDrtul lay. 168 TIIK VOICE OF THE BELOVED. 'Tis the Beloved from the feast-board calls ! The Bridegroom bids his Bride no longer stay : Upward he beckons to the royal halls, To bask in royal love and light for aye. 'Tis the Beloved from his vineyard calls ! Winter is past, now breathes the fragrant May; The desert-fasts are o'er, and festivals Begin ; my love, arise and come away. 'Tis the Beloved from the temple calls ! And I, his priest, with willing feet, obey. "With stole, and crown, and censer, he instals His risen priesthood in their new array. Oh call, Beloved ! — Heavenly Bridegroom call ! Am I not listening for the long-loved voice ? Oh keep not silence ! Call, Beloved, call, And bid this longing heart at length rejoice I THE NEAV SONG. Beyond the hills where suns go down, And hrightly beckon as they go ; I see the land of far renown, The land which I so soon shall kncvi. Above the dissonance of time, And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chirae, The music of unjarring chords. I bid it welcome ; and my haste To join it cannot brook delay; — song of morning, come at last, And ye who sing it, come away ! song of light, and dawn, and bliss, .Sound over cartli, and fill these skioa, Nor ever, ever, ever cease Thy Boul-entrancing melodies. 170 THE NEW SONG. Glad song of this disburdened earth, Which holy voices then shall sing ; Praise for creation's second birth, And glory to creation's King ! BLESS THE LORD. •'IiaiiJct Deum omnis oa, Quia patet nova dos, De excelso cadit ros, Et in terra crescit floa Ciijus odor sanat nos." Hymnus de ViTi CnnisTt Speak, lips of mine ! And tell abroad The praises of thy God. Speak, Btammering tongue I In gladdest tone, Make his high praises known. Speak, sea and earlli ! Heaven's utmost star Speak from your realms afar f Take up the note, And send it round Creation's farthest hound. 172 BLESS THE LOUD. Speak, heaven of heavens ! Wlierein our God Has made his briglit abode. Speak, angels speak ! In songs proclaim His everlasting name. Speak, son of dust ! Thy flesh he took, And heaven for thee forsook Speak, child of death ! Thy death he died, Blees thou the Crucifiod 1 THE CRY OF THE WEARY. Light of liglit, shine in I Cast out this niglit of sin ; Create true day •within ; Light of light, shine in 1 Joy of joys, come in ! End thou this grief of sin ; Create calm peace within ; Joy of joys, come in ! Life of life, pour in ! Expel this death of sin ; Awake true life within ; Lifi; of life, pour in ! Love uf love, How in ! This hateful root of sin riuck up, destroy within; Love of love, flow in ! 174 THE CRY OF THE WEARY. Heaven of heavens, descend ! This cloudy curtain rend, And all earth's turmoil end, Heaven of heavens, descend 1 My God and Lord, Oh come ! Of joys the Joy and Sum, Make in this heart thy homo ; My God and Lord, Oh come ! + NXr WHAT THESE HANDS HAVE DONE. Not what these hands have done Can eavo this guilty soul ; Not what this toiling flesh has borne Can make my spirit whole. Not what I feel or do Can give me peace with God ; Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, Can bear my awful load. Thy work alone, Christ, Can ease this weight of sin ; Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, Can give mo peace within. Thy love to mo, God, Not mine, Lord, to thee, Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free. 176 NOT WHAT THESE HANDS HAVE PONE. • Thy grace alone, God, To me can pardon speak ; Tliy power alone, Son of God, Can this sore bondage break. No other work, save thine. No meaner blood will do ; No strength, save that which is divino, Can bear me safely through. I bless the Christ of God ; I rest on love divine ; And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine. His cross dispels each doubt ; I bur}' ill his tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom. I praise the God of grace; I trust his truth and might; lie calls me his, I call him mine, My God, my joy, my light. KOT WHAT THESE HAKDS HAVE DONE. 177 In him is only good, In me is only ill ; lly ill but draws his goodness forth, And me he loveth still. 'Tis he who saveth me, And freely pardon gives ; I love because he loveth me, I live because he lives. My life ^\^th him is hid, My death has passed away, My clouds have melted into light. My midniglit into day. GOLD AND THE HEART Gold fiUetli none ! That which has life Alone can fill the livinj^; That which has love Alone can fill the loving. Gold is not life or love. It is not rest or joy ; It withers up the heart, It shrivels up the soul ; It fillcth coffers, hearts it cannot fill. Gold healeth none ! It has no halm for wounds, It binds no broken hearts, It smooths no ruffled brow, It calms no inner storm. It cannot Ijuy from heaven One drop of rain or dew, One beam of sun or star, Far less the heavenly shower, Or light, that has the healing in its wings, SANCTA THERESA. "MiliL oppidum career, ct solitudo ParadisuB est." — JeROME. "0 quoties in eremo constitutua, putabam me Romanis interesso deliciis. . . Ille ego qui ob gehcnnao metum tali mo carcere dam- naveram, saepe choris intercram puellarum. Pallebant ora jejuniis, ot mens desideriis a:stuabat, . . sola libidinum incendia bulliebant. Sunt qui humoro cellularum, iramodera bisque jejuniis, tsedio solitudinis, ac niinia lectionc, vcrtuntur in melancholiara." — Idem. This is no Leaven ! And yet they told me that all heaven was here, This life the foretaste of a life more dear ; That all beyond this convent-cell Was but a fairer hell ; TTiat all was ecstasy and song within, That all without was tempest, gloom, and sin. Ah me, it is not so, This is no heaven, I know ! This is not rest! And yet they told mc that all rest was here, Within tlieso walls the mcdicino and the cheer For broken hearts ; that all without Was trembling, weariness, and doubt ; 180 SANCTA TIIEHESA. This the sure ark which floats ahove the wavo, Strong in life's flood to shelter and to save ; This the still mountain-lake, Which winds can never shake. Ah me, it is not so. This is not rest, I know I This is not light ! And yet they told me that all light was here — Light of the holier sphere ; That, through this lattice seen, Clearer and more serene. The clear stars ever shone, Shining for me alone ; And the bright moon more bright, Seen in the lone blue night By ever-watching eyes. The sun of convent-skies. Ah me, it is not so, This is not light, I know ! This is not love ! And yet they told me that all love was here, Sweetening the silent atmosphere ; SAXCTA THERESA. 181 All green, without a faded leaf, All smooth, without a fret, or cross, or grief; Fresh as young May, Yet calm as Autumn's softest day. No balm like convent-air. No hues of Paradise so fair ! A jealous, pecvisli, hating world beyond, Within, love's loveliest bond ; Envy and discord in the haunts of men, Here, Eden's harmony again. Ah mo, it is not so, Here is no love, I know! This is not home ! And yet for this I left my girlhood's bower. Shook the fresh dew from April's budding flowor, Cut olT my golden hair, Forsook tlic dear and fair, And fled, as from a serpent's eyes, Home and its lioliest charities; Instead of all things beautiful, Took this decaying skull. Hour after hour to feed my eyo, As if foul gaze like tliis could purify; 182 BANCTA THEIIESA. Broke the sweet ties that God had givon, And sought to win his heaven By leaving home-work all undone, The home-race all unnin, The fair home-garden all untill'd, The home-affections all unfill'd ; As if these common rounds of work and lovo "Were drags to one whose spirit soared ahove Life's tame and easy circle, and who fain Would earn her crown hy self-sought toil and paiu Led captive by a mystic power, Dazzled by visions in the moody hour, When, sick of earth, and self, and vanity, I longed to be alone or die ; Mocked by my own self-brooding heart, And plied with every wile and art That could seduce a young and yearning soul To start for some mysterious goal. And seek, in cell or savage waste, The cure of blighted hope and love misplaced * » * * * Yet 'tis not the hard bed, nor lattice small, Nor the dull damp of this cold convent-wall ; 'Tis not the frost on these thick prison-bars^ 8ANCTA THERESA. 183 Nor the keen shiver of these wintry stars; Not this coarse raiment, nor tliis coarser food, Nor bloodless lip of withering womanhood ; 'Tis not all these that make me sigh and frot. 'Tis something deeper yet, — The unutterable void within, The dark fierce warfare with this heart of sin, The inner bondage, fever, storm, and woe, The hopeless conflict with my hellish foe, 'Gainst whom this grated lattice is no shield, To whom this cell is victory's chosen field. * « « * * Here is no balm For stricken hearts ; no calm For fevered souls ; no cure For minds diseased ; the impure Becomes impurer in this stagnant air ; My cell becomes my tempter and my snaie, And vainer dreams tlian e'er I dreamt before Crowd in at its low door. And have I fled, my God, from thee, From thy glad love and liberty ; And left the road wlicrc blessings fall like Ughi For self-made by-paths shaded o'er with night? 1 84 SANCTA THERESA. Oh lead me back, my God, To the forsaken road, Life's common beat, that there. Even in the midst of toil and care I may find thee. And in thy love be free I LORD, THOU ART MINE. " Si mo laves mox mundaboi". Nisi Kinns non curabor." — OLD IlTmf, LonD, thou art mine, Send help to mo ! Christ, I am thine, Deliver me ! Then BJiall I prai.se, and sing, " My soul, bless thou thy God and King." McTcios arc tliinc, Remember me ! Sad sins are mine, Oh pardon mo ! Then shall I praise, and sing, "My Boul, bless thou thy God and King." 186 LORD, THOT} AST MINE Goodness is tbino. Lord, pity me ; Evil is mine, Forsake not me ! Then sliall I praise, and sing, " My soul, bless tbou thy God and King." All light is tbine, Ob shine on me I Darkness is mine, Enlighten me ! Then shall I praise, and sing, " My soul, bless thou thy God and King." True life is thine, Breathe it on me ; All death is mine, Ob quicken me ! Then shall I praise, and sing, ♦' My soul, bless thou thy God and King." SMOOTH EVERY WAVE. Smooth every wave tliis heart witliiu ; Let no dark tempest gather here ; Calm every ripple, till my sea Be, like the polished silver, fair. One word of old still'd raging wind. And " Peace, be still," subdued the wave, Let that dear word again bo heard. And let the tempest cease to rave. Jesu ! thy word is mighty still, Creation knows it ; let his heart Know it in all its grace and power, I'ill every tumult thence depart. LET US GO FORTH. Heb. xiii. 13. Silent, like men in solemn haste, Girded wayfarers of the waste, We pass out at the world's wide gate, Turning our back on all its state ; We press along the narrow road That leads to life, to bliss, to God. We cannot and we would not stay ; We dread the snares that throng the way, We fling aside the weight and sin. Resolved the victory to win ; We know the peril, but our eyes Eest on the splendour of the prize. No idling now, no wasteful sleep. From Christian toil our limbs to keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight No thouglit of yielding or of flight, No love of present gain or ease, No seeking man nor self to please. LET US GO FORTH. 189 No sorrow for the loss of fame, No dread of scandal on our name ; No terror for the world's sharp scorn, No wish that taunting to return ; No hatred can our hatred move, And enmity but kindles love. No sigh for laughter left behind, Or pleasures scattered to the wind, No looking back on Sodom's plains, No listening still to Babel's strains, No tears for Egypt's song and smile. No thirsting for its flowing Nile. No vanity nor folly now ; No fading garland round our brow, No moody musings in the grove, No pang of disaj)pointed love, "With the bravo heart and steady eye, Wo onward marcli to victory. "What though with weariness opprcss'd ? — 'Tis but a little, and wo rest. This throbbing heart and burning brain Will soon be calm and cool again. Night is far spent and morn is near, — Mom of tho cloudless and the clear; 190 LET US GO FORTH. 'Tis but a little, and we come To our reward, our crown, our homo ! Another year, it may be less, And we have cross'd the wilderness, Finish'd the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph Avon ! "We grudge not, then, the toil, the way; Its ending is the endless day ! We shrink not from these tempests keen, With little of the calm between ; We welcome each descending sun ; — Ere morn, our joy may be begun ! TIIOU BELIEVEST? WIIATTUEN? AnT thou a saint ? And dotli ' Tliy God thee owti ? Call thee a child, an heir, a chosen one, One with himself and his beloved Son, Heir of his crown ? Hast Ihou the love of Christ Thy Saviour known ? — The love that passcth knowledge, the rich graco That stooped to poverty and death, to place Thee on his throne ? Know'st thou the Christ of God? His cross and lovo ? Then art thou severed from this drossy earth, Linked to tlie city of thy better birth, The laud above ! 192 THOU BELIKVEST ? WHAT THEN ? Dead, yet alive, thou art ; Alive yet dead ; Thy old life buried in thy Surety's tomb, Thy new life hid in God 'bove death and doom, With Christ thy Head 1 Thy life is not below ; 'Tis all on high ! The Living One now lives for thee above, The Loving One now pleads for thee in lovo, Thou canst not die ! Live then the life of faitli 1 The life divine ; Live in and on this ever-living One, Who bears thee on his heart before the throno, His life is thine ! Pass on from strength to strength. Faint not nor yield ; With girded loins press on, the goal is near, With ready sword fight God's great battle here, Win thou the field ! THOO BELIEVEST ? WHAT THEN ? 193 No rest nor slumber now, Watch and be strong ! Love is the smootber of tbe rugged way, And Hope, at midnight, as in brightest day, Creaks forth in soncj I ECCE HOMO! Jesu, Saviour, Son of God, Uoarer of the sinner's load ; Breaker of the captive's chain, Cleanser of the guilty's stain ; Thou the sinner's death hast died, Thou for us wast crucified ; For our sin thy flesh was torn, Thou the penalty hast borne, Of our guilt, upon the tree, Which the Father laid on thee I Saviour, Surety, Lamb of God, Thou hast bought us with thy blood ; Thou hast wiped the debt away, Nothing loft for us to pay •, ECCE HOMO. 195 Nothing left for us to bear, Nothing left for us to share, But the i»arclon and the bliss, But the love, the light, the peace. I to thee will look and live, And, in looking, praises give. Looking lightens, looking heals, Looking all the gladness seals ; Looking breaks the binding chain, Looking sets us free again ; Looking scatters all our night, Makes our faces shine with light; Looking quickens, strengthens, bringa Heavenly gladness on its wings 1 Jesu, Saviour, Son of God, Bearer of the sinner's load. 196 EOCE noMO. I would rise to theo above, I would look, and praise, and love ; Ever looking let me be At the blood-besprinklod tree, Blessing thee with lip and sou!, While the endless ages roll. THE SINNER'S BURIAL. "So I saw the wicked buried, who had come end gone from the Ince of the holy ; and thoy were forgotten in the city where they ;ad 90 done." — EccLES. viii. 10. WuAiT in a Christless shroud, He sleeps the Christless sleep ; Above him, the eternal cloud, Beneath, the fiery deep. Laid in a Christless tomb, There, bound with felon-chain, Ho waits the terrors of his doom, The judgment and the pain. Christless shroud, how cold, How dark, Christless tomb ! grief that never can grow old, endless, hopeless doom 1 198 Tin: sinner's burial. Christless sleep, how sad ! What waking shalt thou know ? For thee no star, no dawning glad, Only the lasting woe ! To rocks and hills in vain Shall he the sinner s call ; day of wrath, and death, and pain, The lost soul's funeral ! Christless soul, awake Ere thy last sleep begin ! Christ, the sleeper's slumbers rreak, Burst thou the bands of sin i f TUE LORD NEEDETII THEE. Jesus, thou needcst me, Even me, tliou Light divine ; Sou of God, thou needest me, Thou needest sins like mine. Thy fulness needs my want, Thy wealth my poverty ; Thy healing skill my sickness noods, Thy joy my misery. Thy strength my weakness needs, Thy grace my worthlessness ; Thy greatness needs a worm like me To cherish and to hless. Thy life needs death like mine, To shew its quickening power ; Infinity the finite needs, Th' eternal needs the hour. 200 THE LORD NEEDETH THEE. Earth, with its vales and hills, Needeth the daily sun ; This daily sun of ours, — it needa An earth to shine upon. This evil, froward soul Needeth a love like thine ; A love like thine, loving Christ, Needeth a soul like mine. Thy fulness, Son of God, Thus needy maketh thee ; Thy glory, thou glorious One, Seeketh its rest in me. It was thy need of me That brought thee from above ; It IB my need of thee, O Lord, That draws me to thy love. BECKON US UPWARD. Beckon us upward, ever-soaring clouds, That gleam like fringes of these curtaining skies Beckon us up, and, as ye beckon, draw, draw us, draw us, and we shall arise ! Beckon us upward, each sky-loving peak, "Whose home is far above these vales of sin ; 'Tis cartli around us, but from you there breaks A li"ht which bids us rise and enter in. o The Bun is on your heights! And, from these clifl'g, It speaks to us of love and glory there ; Like some fresh, joyous angel that aliglits To call us upward to the good and fair. It says, the better sun is just at liand, And with him all true dayspring; — great sun, Sun of all earth and heaven, ascend and shine, And let this darkness pass, this night bo done. 202 BECKON US UPWAUD. happy soul, when this fair sun shall rise. And chase thy darkness with his light divine ; happy earth, when this long day shall hreak, And flood with glory these low vales of thino. COME, MIGHTY SPIKIT. Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate This heart and soul of mine; And my whole being, with thy graco, Pervade, Life divine ! As this clear air surrounds the earth, Thy grace around me roll ; As the fresh light pervades the air, So pierce and fill my soul. As, from these clouds, drops down in love The precious summer rain, So, from tljyself, pour down Iho flood That freshens all again. i As these fair flowers exhale tlieir scent In gladncHS at our feet, So from tliyself let fragrance breathe, Jlorc liffivi nly and more sweet. 204 COME, incHTY SPIRIT. Thus life within our lifeless hearts Shall make its glad abode ; And we shall shine in beauteous light, Filled with the light of God. IT IS P4NISUED. Christ has done the mighty work ; Nothing left for us to do, But to enter on his toil, Enter on his triumph too. Ho has sowed the precious seed, Nothing left for us unsown ; Ours it is to reap the fields, Make the harvest-joy our own. His the pardon, ours the sin, — Great tho sin, the pardon great ; His tho good and ours the ill. His tho love and ours tho hate. Ours tho darkness and tho gloom, His tho shade-dispelling light : Ours tho cloud and his the sun, His tho dayspring, ours tho nighl. 206 IT 13 FINISHED. His tlio labour, ours the rest, Ilis the death and ours the life ; Ours the fruits of victory, His the age ay anfl strife. SOURCE OF ALL LOVE AND POWEB. Source of all love and power, The soul's true friend and home ; Who on the cross our foe subdued ; Speak thou the word, and let the good The evil overcome. Thou who didst bid the day Burst from the gloom of night, Speak, and the darkness shall depart From the deep midnight of this heart, And all within be light. Joy of the saints in light. Song of the heavens above, Be thou the joy of earth below, Be thou the song its dwellers know, Centre of bliss and love I TO THE COMFORTER. Mighty Comforter, to thee 111 our feebleness we flee ; Oh, unveil thy gracious face, Spread out all thy wondrous grace. Strengthener of the poor and weak, To thy power for strength we seek ; Heavenly fulness, from above, Oh descend in blessed love. Patient Teacher of the blind, Opener of the sin-seal'd mind. Fix in us thy sure abode, And reveal the Christ of God. Guider of the erring feet In the waste or busy street, Lead us thro' life's Babel-crowds, Through its pathless solitudes. ■rO THE COMFORTER. 209 Truo Enricher of the poor, Enter thou our lowly door ; Let thy liberal hand impart Heavenly riches to our heart. Looser of the bonds of sin, Oh make haste and enter in ; Break each link, till there remaicB Not one fragment of our chains. Loving Spirit, come, Oh come! Find in us thy endless home ; Find in this our world below A dwelling for thy glory now. Holy Light, upon us shine. With thy energy divine ; Heavenly Jkiglitnoss, break thou forth, Over this benighted earth. With tljo eternal Father one, One with the eternal '.Son ; Eternal Spirit, theo wo prai-sc. Now and through eternal days. o THE LOVE OF GOD. LOVE that casts out fear, love that casts out sin, Tarry no more without, But come and dwell within- True sunlight of the soul, Surround me as I go ; So shall my way be safe, My feet no straying know. Great love of God, come in, Well-spring of heavenly peace; Thou Living Water, come. Spring up, and never cease. Love of the living God, Of Father and of Son, Love of the Holy Ghost, Fill thou each needy one. THE LOVE OF GOD. 211 Praise to the Father give, The- Spirit and the Son ; Praise for the mighty love Of the great Threo-in-ono. ABIDE WITH US. Luke xxlv. 29. 'Tis evening now ! Saviour, wilt not thou Enter my home and heart, Nor ever hence depart, Even when the morning brecdis, And earth again awakes. Thou wilt abide with me, And I with thee ! The world is old ! Its air grows dull and cold ; Upon its aged face The wrinkles come apace ; Its western sky is wan, Its youth and joy are gone. ]\Iaster, be our light, "When o'er us falls the night. ABIDE WITH US. 213 Evil ie round ! Iniquities abound ; Our cottage will be lone, When the great Sun is gcno ; Saviour, come and bless, Come, share our loneliness, Wo need a comforter, Take up thy dwelling hero. THE BRIDAL DAT. The Bridegroom comes ! Bride of tiie Lamb, awako ! The midnight cry is heard ; Thy sleep forsake. The marriage-day Has come ; lift up thy head 1 Put on thy bridal robe, The feast is spread. Shake off earth's dust, And wash thy weary feet Arise, make haste, go forth, The Bridegroom greet. Sing the new song ! Thy triumph has begun ; Thy tears are wiped away, Thy night is done 1 THE OLD STORY. Conie and hear the grand old stori/f Story of the ages past ; All earth's annals far surpassing^ Story that shall ever last. Noblest, truesty Oldest, ne^vcsty Fairest, rarest, Saddest, gladdest, Tlial this earth has ever Jcnmon, Christ, tho Father's Son eternal, Onco was horn, a Son of man ; He, who never knew beginning, TIero on earth a life began. Hero in David's lowly city, Tenant of tho munger-hed, Child of everlasting ages, Mary's infant, lays his head. 2\Q THE OLD STORY. There he lies, in mighty weakness, David's Lord and David's Son ; Creature and Creator meeting, Heaven and earth conjoined in ono. Here at Nazareth he dwelleth, 'Mid the sin of sinful men ; Sorrowful, forlorn, and hated. And yet hating none again. Here in Galilee he wanders, Through its teeming cities moves, Climbs its mountains, walks its waters, Blesses, comforts, saves, and loves. Words of truth and deeds of kindness. Miracles of grace and might. Scatter fragrance all around him. Shine with heaven's most glorious light. In Gethsemane behold him In the agony of prayer ; Kneeling, pleading, groaning, bleeding, Soul and body prostrate there. THE OLD STORY. 217 All alone he \rrestles yonder, Close beside him stands the cuj), Bitterest cup that man e'er tasted ; Yet for us he drinl:s it up. In the Eoraan hall behold him Stand at Pilate's judgment-seat, Mocked and beaten, crowned and wounded; Jew and Gentile join in hate. On to Golgotha he hastens ; Yonder stands his cross of woo ; From his hands, and feet, and forehead, See the precious life-blood flow. Sinless, he our sin is bcarincr. All our sorrows on him lie, And his stripes our wounds aro healing, God, for man, consents to dio. It is finished I See his body Laid alono in Joseph's tomb ; 'Tie for us ho lieth yonder, Priuce of Light on wrapt in gloom. 218 THE OLD STOUY. But in vain the grave has bound him, Death has barr'd its gate in vain ; See, for us the Saviour rises, See, for us he bursts the chain. Hear wo then the grand old story, True as God's all-faithful word, Best of tidings to the guilty, Of a dead and risen Lord. 'Tis eternal life to know it, Light and love are shining there, While we look, and gaze, and listen, All its joy and peace we share. Hear we then the grand old story, And in listening learn the love, Flowing through it to the guilty, From our pardoning God above. Glory be to God the Father, Glory bo to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit, Great Jehovah, Three in One. WISE WEEPING. Tears are not always fruitful ; their hot drops Sometimes but scorch the cheek and dim the eye ; Despairing murmurs over blackened hopes, Not the meek spirit's calm and chastened cry. Ob, better not to weep than weep amiss ; For hard it is to learn to weep aright, — To weep wise tears, the tears that heal and bless, The tears which their own bitterness requite. Oh, better not to grieve than waste our woe. To fling away the spirit's finest gold. To lose, not gain, by sorrow ; to overflow The sacred channels which true sadness hold To shed our tears as trees their blossoms shed. Not all at random, but to make sure way For fruit in season, when the bloom lies dead On the chill earth, the victim of decay; — AVISE VTEEPINO. Tliis is to use the grief that God lias sent, To read the lesson, and to learn tlie love, To sound the depths of saddest chastisement, To pluck on cartli the fruit of realms ahove Weep not too fondly, lest the cherished grief Should into vain, self-pitying weakness turn ; Weep not too long, but seek divine relief ; Weep not too fiercely, lost the fierceness burn. Husband your tears ; if lavished, they becomo Like waters that inundate and destroy ; For active, self-denying days leave room, So shall you sow in tears, and reap in joy. It is not tears but teaching we should seek ; The tears we need are genial as the shower ; They mould the being while they stain the cheek, Freshening the spirit into life and power. Jlove on, and murmur not ; a warrior thou ; Is this a day for idle tears and sighs ? Buckle thine armour, grasp thy sword and bow, Fight tlie good fight of faith, and win the prize. ARISE, SniNE, FOR THY LIGHT IS COME. Jeucsalem I Thy King at length has como. Lift up thy voice in song; No more be dumb. Happy Jerusalem ! Thy widowhood is done ; Thy mourning days are pnst, Thy joy begun I Zion, rejoice ! Thy glory now returns ; Thy God has come, no moro His anger burns. City of cities thou ! What beauty shall bo thiuo Joy of the blessed earth, Arise nnd shino 1 222 ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT 18 OOME, Peace, Salera, peace Be now v/itbin thy gates ; To thee earth crowds ; on thee Its grandeur waits. Thou holy Mount of God ! From thee once more ascends The incense-cloud, the song That never ends. AT LAST. At last ! The night is at an end, The dawn comes softly up, Clear as its own clear dew j And weeping has gone out, To let in only songs And everlasting joy ; At last ! — Amen I At last I The Prince of Life has como, The Church is glorified, The sleepers have awoke, The living have been changed ; iJeuth has at last been slain, And the grave spoiled for ever ! At laat I — Amen I -l-i^ AT LAST 1 At last ! The curse is swept away, The serpent-trail effaced ; The desert smiles with green, And blossoms like the rose. 'Tis more than Eden now, Earth has become as heaven I At last ! — Amen ! At last ! Satan is bound in chains ; The Church's ancient foe, Old enemy of Christ, Has fallen, with all his hosts j And Babylon the Great Has sunk to rise no more ! At last ! — Amen ! At last ! Israel sits down in peace ; Jerusalem awakes, Her King at length has come, Messiah reigns in power : The heavens rejoice and sing, And earth once more is free ! At last ! — Amen I CREDO, NON OPINOR. I A6K a perfect creed ! Oh, that to me were given, The teaching that leads none astray, The scholarship of heaven ! Sure wisdom and pure light, With lowly, loving fear; The Btedfast, ever-looking eyo, The ever-listening ear. Calm faith that grasps the word Of Kim who cannot lie ; That hears alone the voice divino, Tliough crowds arc standing by. Tlie one, whole (ruth I seek, In this sad age of strife ; The truth of III in who is the Truth, And in whose truth is life. P 226 CREDO, NON OPINOR. Truth wliich contains true rest ; Which is the grave of doubt ; Which ends uncertainty and gloom, And casts the falsehood out. True One, give me truth ! And let it quench in rue The thirst of this long-craving heart, And set my sjiirit free. ■ Truth of God, destroy The cloud, the chain, the war; Dawn to this stormy midnight bo, My bright and morning-star I MY SOUL, 'TIS DAY. Up now, my bouI, 'tis day ! Lone night has fled away ; How soft yon eastern Line, How fresh this morning dew ! All things around are bright, Come steep thyself in light , Darkness from earth has gone, Wilt thou he dark alone ? Peace rests on yon green hill, Joy sparkles in yon rill ; Join thou earth's song of lovo, That pours from every grove. Be happy in tliy God ; On him cast every load, To him bring every care To him pour out thy pray or. 228 UP, MY BOUL, 'tis day. To him thy morning-praise, With joyful spirit raise, The God of mom and even, The light of earth and heaven. Rest in his holy love, Which daily from above, Like his own sunlight comes, Down on earth's myriad homes. Put thou thy hand in his ! Ah, this is safety ; this Is the soul's true relief. Freedom from care and grief. Be thou his happy child, Loved, blest, and reconciled ; Walk calmly on, each hour, Safe in his love and power. Work for him gladly here, Without a grudge or fear ; Thy labour shall be light, And all thy days be bright ! LUCY. August 20. 1858. All night we -watched the ebbing life, As if its flight to stay ; Till, as the dawn was coming up, Our last hope pass'd away. She was the music of our home, A day that knew no night, The fragrance of our garden-bower, A thing all smiles and light. Above the couch wo bent and prayed, In the half-lighted room ; As the bright hues of infant-life Sank slowly into gloom. Each flutter of the pulse wo marked, Each quiver of the eye ; To the dear lips our ear we 1 lid, To catch the last low sigh. 230 Lcor. "We stroked the little sinking cheeks, The forehead pale and fair ; We kissed the small, round, ruhy mouth, For Lucy still was there. We fondly smooth'd the scattered curls Of her rich golden hair ; We held the gentle palm in ours, For Lucy still was there. At last the fluttering pulse stood stiU. The death-frost, through her clay Stole slowly ; and, as morn came up, Our sweet flower pass'd away. The form remained ; hut there was now No Boul our love to share ; No warm responding lip to kiss ; For Lucy was not there. Farewell, with weeping hearts we said, Child of our love and care ! And then we ceased to kiss those lips, For Lucy was not there. LUCY. 231 But years are moving quickly past, And time will soon bo o'er • Death shall be swallowed up of life On the immortal shore. Then shall we clasp that hand once more, And smooth that golden hair ; Then shall we kiss those lips again, When T.ucy shall bo thoro. l^t 21, /y " / o / ^ ' ', ^"/ ON THE THRESHOLD. I'm returning, not departing ; My steps are homeward bound. I quit the land of strangers For a home on native ground. I am rising, and not setting ; This is not night but day. Not in darkness, but in sunshine, Like a star, I fade away. All is well with me for ever 1 do not fear to go. My tide is but beginning Its bright eternal flow. I am leaving only shadows, For the true and fair and good, I must not, cannot, linger ; I would not, though I could. ON THE THRESHOLD. 233 This is not death's dark portal, 'Tis life's golden gate to mo. Link after link is broken, And I at last am free. I am going to the angels, I am going to my God ; I know the hand that beckons, T see the holy road. Why grieve me ■svith your weeping, Your tears are all in vain ; An hour's farewell, beloved. And we sliall meet ajrain. c Jesus, thou wilt receive me, And welcome mo above ; This sunshine, which now fills mc, Ts thine own pmilc of lovo. Deceased.— Mnry L. Crittenden, a most estimable I.icly. difil in tliin city nl tiir ics- idcncc of licr bIsUt Mrs. Win. W. \ViI.-o.T, Friday, Janiuny 1st, 187">, in the 3!»tli rcur of her Mgc. For ymrn hIk; Iihk been «n im- romphiininc KufTcrcr, but dnrin? all licr sufT«Tings Khc h:in l)orne Ihcm witli Chris- tian fortitude The fiiiifnii will take place fn)Mitlicr(nidrnoe