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LIFE CHORDS. 
 
Morrison and Gibb, Edinburgh, 
 Printers to Her Majesty's Stationery Office. 
 
Helga von Cramm 
 
 Vincent Brooks, Daj- and Son, Lith. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL- 
 
 in her ninlh year. 
 FROM AN OIL TAINTING IIV SOLOMON COLE. 
 
LIFE CHORDS 
 
 COMPRISING 
 
 'ZENITH/ aOYAL RESPONSES/ 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 
 
 BY 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
 ' And Life becomes the prelude of the Everlasting Song.' 
 
 312Sit{j WmtVat illustrations f>g 
 
 THE BARONESS HELGA VON CRAMM. 
 ELEVENTH THOUSAND. 
 
 L O iSf D O N 
 
 JAMES NISBET & CO., 21 BERNERS STREET 
 
 1885 
 
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 ^^^'1 f^is Good Prom»s^ 
 
 /.Amji VIII 56 
 
 " My Own Text." 
 
 " If we walk in the lighias He ism the light.we 
 have fellowship one with another, and the blood of 
 Jesus Christ H is Son cleanseth us from all Sin '. 
 
 John 
 
 586 
 
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 Take it, Father ! This new book be Thine, 
 
 Filled only with Thy teachings, only filled 
 
 For Thee, and for the pilgrims to Thy home. 
 
 I know not what bright impulses of song 
 
 May come upon my waiting soul, nor when ; 
 
 Or whether years of silence yet may fall 
 
 In still parenthesis as once before ; 
 
 Or whether tighter tension must be laid 
 
 By Thy unerring Hand, that so the tone 
 
 May be more true to that immortal key 
 
 Which reaches loneliest depth of human heart 
 
 With echoes from Thine own. I would not shrink 
 
 From suffering, if I may but sing for Thee. 
 
 Father, Thou knowest how this gift hath seemed 
 
 Thine own direct sweet answer to the prayer 
 
 For peace and patience in the silent grief 
 
 Thy Hand, Thine own, has portioned out for me. 
 
 And I have felt Thy call, not loud, but clear, 
 
 To praise Thee Avith my song, as, it may be, 
 
 I had not done had all my heart's desire 
 
 Been granted me. 
 ****** 
 
 Thou knowest how (so often) I have laid 
 An aching heart upon Thy lieart of love, 
 And wept out all my sorrow, till at last 
 Thou gavest Thy beloved sleep. And then 
 
VI 
 
 Prelude. 
 
 Came singing in the morning some glad thought 
 
 That wafted over land and sea, has put 
 
 New songs in silent mouths, and come again 
 
 With harvest of rejoicing back to me. 
 
 Let not Thy blessing fail ! I long for this, 
 
 I ask it for the sake of Him whose Name 
 
 Is my sure plea. send it, gracious Lord ! 
 
 As Thou hast spared me to begin to-day 
 
 The seventh small volume of these leaves of life, 
 
 So let a sevenfold blessing rest upon 
 
 All that shall fill these pages. Give me thoughts, 
 
 But quicken them with power; give me words. 
 
 But wing them Avith Thy love ; give music too, 
 
 But let it ring all beautiful and sweet *"^ 
 
 With holiness ; yea, give to me, if such 
 
 Thy holy Avill, far better and fax more 
 
 Than heretofore, but only add this gift, 
 
 Without which all were worthless and in vain, 
 
 Thy Blessing. So the glory and the praise 
 
 Shall all be Thine for evermore. Amen. 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 
 
 Prelude to F. R. H.'s Seventh MS. Book, 1S72. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 "UNDER HIS SHADOW 
 
 Zenith, 
 
 The Thoughts of God 
 
 The Ministry of Intercession, 
 
 " Free to Serve," . 
 
 Coming to the King, 
 
 " The Splendour of God's Will," 
 
 The Two Paths, 
 
 Sunday Night, 
 
 Memorial Names, 
 
 Precious Things, 
 
 "Afterwards," 
 
 Reality, 
 
 Seulement pour Toi, 
 
 A Song in the Night, 
 
 What will You do without Him ? 
 
 "The Shining Light, that Shineth mor 
 
 Perfect Day," 
 The Voice of ]\Iany Waters, 
 The Key Found, . 
 An Interlude, 
 
 e a 
 
 nd 
 
 more unto the 
 
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 Sunday Bells, 
 Flowers, 
 Evening Prayer, 
 
 CHORDS FOR CHILDREN. 
 
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viii Contents. 
 
 Stars, 
 
 My Little Tree, 
 
 Thy Kingdom Come, 
 
 
 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 88 
 89 
 90 
 
 The Moon, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 91 
 
 Jessie's Friend, 
 
 
 
 
 
 92 
 
 The Bower, 
 
 
 
 
 
 93 
 
 Trust, 
 
 The Dying Sister, . 
 
 The Angels' Song, . 
 
 Who wall take Care of Me ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 93 
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 Love for Love, 
 
 
 
 
 
 98 
 
 Asking, 
 Something to do, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 98 
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 Loving Messages for the Little One 
 
 s, 
 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 Auntie's Lessons, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 107 
 
 The Happiest Christmas Day, 
 Coming into the Shade, 
 
 
 
 
 
 109 
 
 110 
 
 Home To-Night, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 112 
 
 Xew-Year Hymn, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 113 
 
 Begin at Once, 
 
 " That's not the Way at Sea," 
 
 
 
 
 
 115 
 
 117 
 
 EAELY POEMS. 
 " I leave it all with Thee," 
 On the Death of Captain Allan Gardiner, . 
 ]\Iatthew xiv. 23, . 
 Matthew xxvi. 30, . 
 ' ' Leaving us an Example that ye should follow His Steps, 
 Our English Sabbaths, .... 
 Forest Voices, ..... 
 
 The Shower, ..... 
 
 M. L. C.'s Birthday Crown, 
 
 To John Henry C on his Third Birthday, 
 
 "Pray for Me," ..... 
 For E. C.'s Birthday, .... 
 
 "Coming of Age," . .... 
 
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Contents. 
 
 IX 
 
 Evelyn, 
 
 Sunbeams in the Wooil, 
 
 Constance de V , 
 
 Travelling Thoughts, 
 
 PACE 
 
 143 
 148 
 149 
 
 161 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 To Helga, , . • • - 
 
 Tiny Tokens, . . • • 
 
 April, 
 
 The Song of a Summer Stream, 
 
 An Autumn Holiday, 
 
 Golden Land, 
 
 The Song of Love, . 
 
 The Turned Lesson, 
 
 Leaning over the Waterfall, 
 
 The Awakening, . 
 
 The Maidens of England to H.R.H. the Princess Royal, 
 
 Scotland's Welcome to H.R.H. the Princess Louise, 
 
 In Loyal and Loving Remembrance of H.R.H. the Princess Alice, 
 
 National Hymn, 
 
 Hymn for Ireland, . 
 
 Church Missionary Jubilee Hymn, 
 
 Our Red-Letter Days, 
 
 A Merrie Christmas, 
 
 A Happy New Year to You, 
 
 Another Year, 
 
 Faithful Promises, . 
 
 New Year's Wishes, 
 
 Thy Father Waits for Thee, 
 
 Will You not Come ? 
 
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 LOYAL RESPONSES. 
 
 Consecration Hymn, 
 
 Set Apart, . • • • • 
 
 The Secret of a Happy Day, 
 
 205 
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X Contents. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Unfailing One, ...... 211 
 
 On the Lord's Side, 
 
 
 
 
 
 213 
 
 True-hearted, Whole-hearted, 
 
 
 
 
 
 215 
 
 "By Thy Cross and Passion," 
 
 
 
 
 
 217 
 
 The Opened Fountain, 
 
 
 
 
 
 219 
 
 The Precious Blood of Jesus, 
 
 
 
 
 
 221 
 
 I Eemember Tliee, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 223 
 
 Knowing, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 225 
 
 Trusting Jesus, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 227 
 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 228 
 
 Shining, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 229 
 
 Growing, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Resting, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 235 
 
 Filling, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Increase our Faith, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 237 
 
 ' ' Nobody Knows but Jesus 
 
 j» 
 
 
 
 
 
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 He is thy Life, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 241 
 
 Enough, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 243 
 
 AU, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Only, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 245 
 
 My Master, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 247 
 
 Perfect Peace, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 249 
 
 "I am with thee ! " 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 250 
 
 Trust and Distrust, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 252 
 
 Without Carefulness, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 253 
 
 Thy Reign, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 258 
 
 Tried, Precious, Sure, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 260 
 
 CLOSING CHORDS. 
 
 Twilight Voices, ....... 263 
 
 The Seed of Song, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 264 
 
 What Thou wilt, . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 265 
 
 Hope, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 266 
 
 He hath done it ! . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 267 
 
 Christmas Gifts, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 269 
 
 Christmas Sunshine, 
 
 
 • 
 
 
 
 
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Contents. 
 
 XI 
 
 Love and Light for the New Year, 
 
 Birthday Mottoes, . 
 
 " Forgiven— even until Now," 
 
 Nothing to Pay ! . 
 
 An Easter Prayer, . 
 
 The Scripture cannot be broken, 
 
 Easter Dawn, 
 
 Unfinished Fragments, 
 
 Just when Thou wilt, 
 
 Far more Exceeding, 
 
 Behold your King, . 
 
 "He Suffered," 
 
 " Most Blessed for Ever," . 
 
 PAGE 
 
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LIST OP ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 BY THE BARONESS HELGA VON CRAMM. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 1. Frances Ridley Havergal, in her ninth year, from an Oil 
 
 Painting by Solomon Cole in 1844, . . Frontispiece 
 
 2. Monte Rosa, .... . , 6 
 
 3. The Matterhorn, . . . . , , 26 
 
 4. View from Finshauts — It was here that * ' Seulement pour 
 
 Toi " was composed and sung, . , . .66 
 
 5. The Bruar Falls, Scotland, ..... 73 
 
 6. Astley Church and Malvern Hills, ... 85 
 
 7. Primroses, ....... 104 
 
 8. E. E. C, from a Photograph by Francis Earl, Worcester, 1867, 143 
 
 9. The Jungfrau, .....,, 167 
 
 10. Weishorn and Mischabel, from tlie Bettensee, . . 192 
 
 11. Twilight at Varese, ...... 263 
 
 12. Caswell Bay— F. R, H, 's favourite and last walk, . . 294 
 
 The musical notation and writing of "Evermore, Evermore, Amen," 
 which appear on the outside, cover, are copied in facsimile from the 
 original MS. of F. R. H. 
 
 M. V. G. H., Editor. 
 
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'iS^^y^ E watched the gradual rising of a star, 
 Whose delicate, clear ray outshone the crowd; 
 Gleaming between the rifts of parting cloud. 
 Brighter above each dusky-veiling bar. 
 [""^\ The fairy child, the glimpse of girlish face, 
 i\ Rising to woman's dower of fairest, fullest grace. 
 
 And still she rose, and still she calmly shone, 
 "Walking in brightness ever-brightening still ; 
 Gladdening, attracting at her queenly will, 
 "With starlike influence. The years wore on, 
 And Isabel, the star, the pearl, the flower. 
 Could not but know her gift, the secret of her power. 
 
 " Never so lovely as to-night," they said, 
 Again and yet again ! There came a night 
 "When many owned afresh the royal might 
 Of beauty, as she came ■\\'ith snowfall tread, 
 And summer smile, and simple maiden dross, 
 Crowned only Avith the light und her own loveliness. 
 
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 And the next day she was a little tired ; 
 
 And the next night the rose had somewhat paled. 
 The fair pearl glistened, yet it somewhat failed 
 Of the past gleam, the radiance all-admired. 
 From the soft emerald of the wind-waved grass. 
 How soon the diamond sparkle of the dew must pass ! 
 
 And the next week the sunbeams vainly sought 
 An entrance, where their merry rival lay 
 Fevered and weary ; while, from day to day 
 The quick pulse wasted what short slumber brought 
 Of slow renewing. So the dark mist fell, 
 And hid the starry fire that all had loved so well. 
 
 Again she shone, when from that dark mist freed. 
 But with that singular radiance never more ; 
 The brightening upward path so quickly o'er. 
 The solemn westward curve begun indeed ! 
 The unconscious zenith of her lovely light 
 For ever left behind on that gay triumph-night ! 
 
 
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 for the Alps ! The weary plains of France, 
 And the night-shadows, leaving far behind, 
 "For pearl horizons with pure summits lined, 
 On through the Jura-gorge, in swift advance 
 Speeds Arthur, with keen hope and buoyant glee, \S^ 
 On to tlie mountain land, home of the strong ana hJ 
 free ! 
 
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Zenith. 
 
 On ! to the morning flush of gold and rose ; 
 On ! to the torrent and the hoaiy pine ; 
 On ! to the stillness of life's utmost line ; 
 On ! to the crimson fire of sunset snows. 
 Short starlit rest, then with the dawn's first 
 
 streak, 
 On ! to the silent crown of some lone icy peak ! 
 
 'Twas no nerve-straining effort, then, for him 
 To emulate the chamois-hunter's leap 
 Across the wide rock-chasm, or the deep 
 And darkly blue crevasse with treacherous rim, 
 Or climb the sharp arete, or slope of snow, 
 With Titan towers above, and cloud-filled gulfs below. 
 
 It was no Aveariness or toil to count 
 
 Hour after hour in that weird white realm, 
 With guide of Alp-renown to touch the helm j\ 
 Of practised instinct, rocky spires to mount, ,v 
 
 Or track the steepest glacier's fissured length, 
 In the abounding joy of his unconquered strength. 
 
 But it was gladness none can realize ' . 
 
 Who have not felt the wild Excelsior thrill, 
 The strange exhilarate energies, that fill 
 The bounding pulses, as the intenser skies 
 Embrace the infinite whiteness, clear and fair, 
 Inhaling vigorous life with that quick crystal air. 
 
 That Alpine witchery still onward lures, 
 Upward, still upward, till the fatal list 
 Grows longer of the earlv mourned and missed : 
 Leading where surest foot no more ensures 
 The life that is not ours to throw away 
 For the exciting joys of one brief summer day. 
 
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 For there are sudden dangers none foreknow ; 
 The scarlet-threaded rope can never mock 
 The sound-loosed avalanche, frost-cloven rock, 
 Or whirling storm of paralyzing snow. 
 But Arthur's foot was kept ; no death ward slips 
 Darkened the zenith of his strength with dire eclipse 
 
 So year by year, as his rich manhood filled, 
 He revelled in health-giving mountain feats ; 
 Spurning the trodden tracks and curious streets, 
 As fit for old men, and for boys unskilled ^ 
 
 In Alpine arts, not strong nor bold enough 
 To battle with the blast and scale the 
 bluff. 
 
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 One glowing August sun went forth in might, 
 And smote with rosy sword each snowy bi'ow, 
 Bright accolade of grandeur ! Now, oh now, 
 Amid that dazzling wealth of purest light, 
 His long ambition should be crowned at last, < 
 And every former goal rejoicingly o'erpast. 
 
 For ere the white fields softened in the glow, 
 He stood upon a long-wooed virgin-peak. 
 One of the few fair prizes left to seek ; 
 Each rival pinnacle left far below ! 
 He stood in triumph on the conquered height : 
 And yet a shadow fell upon his first delight. 
 
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 His utmost, and that never summer day 
 Could bring a moment on its radiant Avay 
 Like the first freshness of that conquest, won 
 Where all had lost before. A sudden tear 
 Veiled all the glorious view, so grand, so calm, so clear ! 
 

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 An hour of song ! of musical delight 
 
 To those whose quick, instructed ear could trace, 
 Through complex harmonies, the artistic grace, 
 The finest shades of meaning, and the might 
 Of order and of law. Nor less to those 
 Who loved it as we love the fragrance of the rose. 
 
 And Cecil stood, with all the added ease 
 Of ripe experience and of sure success ; 
 With all her glad instinctive consciousness 
 Of natural gift that could not fail to please ; 
 With all her rich maturity of tone, 
 Like sun-glow of the South on purple clusters thrown. 
 
 She sang rejoicing in her song,— each bar -^1 
 
 A separate pulse of pleasure. Were there none r,-^ 
 To listen and applaud, or only one. 
 As freely she had poured it. For a star 
 Shines, not because we watch it ! Only blaze 
 Of artificial light reserves its measured rays. 
 
 Yet who, that ever tasted, does not know 
 The witchery of any phase of power, 
 Ascendency unsought, magnetic dower 
 Of influence % And Cecil found it so. 
 And though but vaguely conscious of her miglit, 
 Lived in her own strong spell, a glamour of deliglit 
 
8 
 
 " Under His SJiadozu': 
 
 Nor only joy of power and joy of song 
 To fill the singer's chalice were combined ; 
 But sympathetic influences of mind 
 Acting, re-acting, as the charmed throng 
 Followed the wave of her swift magic wand, 
 Yet lured her ever on to fair heights still beyond. 
 
 And so the song passed to its dying fall, 
 As the electric interchanges crossed. 
 What marvel that the closing chord was lost 
 In rush of quick applause and fond recall ! 
 And Cecil rose once more, and poured again. 
 From fuller gushing fount, the doubly welcomed strain. 
 
 Higher and higher rose the glorious song, 
 Deeper and deeper grew the silence round ; 
 All unrestrained the free, full notes resound, 
 In splendid carol-gladness, holding long 
 Unwearied listeners in chains unseen, 
 As willing captives led by their victorious queen. 
 
 Tribute of wondering smile was freely paid. 
 And then, as subtle modulation wrought 
 Soft shadows in the sunny strain, some brought 
 The deeper homage of a tear, and, swayed 
 Beyond confession, strove in vain to hide 
 The unconquerable rush of sweet emotion's tide. 
 
Zenith. 
 
 Then once again the clear tones rose and swelled, 
 While flashed the singer's eye with inward fire, 
 And still the spirit of the song soared higher 
 Until the closing cadence, as she held 
 All hearts entranced, till like a snnset ray, 
 The last, long, sweet note thrilled, and softly died away. 
 
 And all was over ! Ah, she had not guessed 
 That she had touched the zenith of her song, 
 That gradual declining, slow and long 
 Must mark the path now trending to the west ! 
 No boundary line is seen, and yet we cross 
 In one veiled hour, from gain, to sure though lingering loss. 
 
 She often sang again. But oftener fell 
 Apologies of unaffected truth. 
 There Avas more effort, yet less power, in sooth ; 
 The ringing tone less like a golden bell. 
 " Not quite in voice of late. I'll do my best ! 
 Do not expect too much ; — I think my voice needs rest 
 
 So one by one the songs no more were seen 
 
 That called for grandest tone and clearest trill, ^-^i 
 And when she sang, though old friends loved it still. 1 1^ 
 The stranger Avondered what the spell had. been. 
 And then they spoke of how she used to sing ! 
 Passing, or passed away is every earthly thing. 
 
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 A silent house beneath a dome of stars, 
 A deeply-shaded lamp, a lonely room ; 
 A fire whose fitful whispers through the gloom 
 In rhythmic cadence leapt athwart the bars : 
 A broad, worn desk ; a broad, worn, bending brow ; 
 Yet a bright eye beneath, full of strange brightness now. 
 
 A rapid hand, that wrote swift words of flame, 
 Far-glowing words to kindle other fires ; 
 AVords that might flash along Time's mystic wires, 
 And thrill the ages with a deathless name ; 
 Barbed words, that fasten where they fall, and stay 
 Deep in the souls of men, and never pass away. 
 
 Little recked Theodore of fame that night 
 
 And less of gold. The current was too strong 
 For such vain barques to launch. It swept along 
 Whither he hardly knew ; the impulse bright 
 Passing at every turn some opening view, 
 Some echoing mountain height, some vista far and new. 
 
 Lost memories trooped in amid the crowd 
 Of happiest images ; ethereal forms 
 Of weirdly prescient fancy, spectral sw^arms, 
 Before him in oppressive beauty bowed, 
 And beckoned him, with gleaming hands, to grasp 
 Their fleeting loveliness in firm and joyous clasp. 
 
Zenith. 
 
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 And inward music rose, and wreathed around 
 Each thought that shaped itself to outhne clear ; 
 The royal chimes rang on, more sweet, more near, 
 With every gust. He caught the silver sound, 
 And cast its fairy mantle o'er the flow 
 Of his melodious lines, in all their fiery glow. 
 
 Such times are but the crystallizing hours 
 
 That make the rainbow-bearing prism. They change 
 Long-seething soul-solutions into strange 
 And startling form ; — new properties and powers, 
 And beauties hardly dreamt, yet latent there, 
 The poet-touch evokes, strong, marvellous, and fair. 
 
 For there are long, slow overtures before 
 
 Such bursts of song ; — much tension unconfessed. 
 Much training and much tuning, — years compressed. 
 Concentrated in ever-filling store ; 
 Till thoughts, that surged in secret deep below, 
 Eise from volcanic fount in sudden overflow. 
 
 Much living to short writing ! such the law 
 Of living poems, that have force to reach 
 Depths that are sounded by no surface-speech, 
 And thence the sympathetic waters draw 
 With golden chain of many a fire-forged link, (s£A, 
 Gently, yet mightily, up to the pearly brink. /^^^J 
 
 Was it the stillness of the lonely night r^\^ 
 
 That set his spirit free, with wizard hand, . '^Ih 
 Opening the gates of more than fairyland ? 
 Oft had he known the pulse of poet-might. 
 But never quite the free, exultant power 
 In which he revelled now through that enchanted 
 hour. 
 
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 Under His SJiadoiv" 
 
 Was it not rather that the harvest-time, 
 After the sowing and the watering long, 
 Was fully come ; the golden sheaves of song 
 Falling in fulness, and that royal chime 
 Pealing the harvest-home of wealth unseen, 
 Where the remaining years might only come and glean ' 
 
 At length the last page lay beneath the light. 
 From wavering erasure free, and wrought 
 Too perfectly for any after-thought. 
 He rose, threw up the sash, and on the night, — 
 The brilliant, solemn night, — looked forth and sighed, 
 And felt the immediate ebb of that unwonted tide. 
 
 For it was over ! and the work was done 
 
 For which his life was lived ! unconscious yet ! 
 The blossom fell because the fruit was set ; 
 The standard furled because the field was won. 
 And with the energy, the gladness passed. 
 And left him wearied out and sorrowful at last. 
 
 For only work that is for God alone 
 Hath an unceasing guerdon of delight, 
 A guerdon unaffected by the sight 
 Of great success, nor by its loss o'erthrown. 
 All else is vanity beneath the sun, 
 There may be joy in doing, but it palls when done. 
 
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Zenith. 
 
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 Once more. A battle-field of mental might, 
 A broad arena for the utmost skill 
 Of world-famed gladiators, echoing still 
 With praise or cruel blame, beyond the sight 
 Of each day's keen spectators, to the verge 
 Of widest continents and ocean's farthest surge. 
 
 A great arena, whence the issues flow 
 
 Not only through an empire but a world, 
 Moulding the centuries ; wherein are hurled 
 Thunders whose ultimate havoc none can know, 
 Striking not names but nations : — such the scene 
 Of conflict and renown, long entered by Eugene. 
 
 Many a time his weighty sword he threw 
 Into the scale of victory, and swayed 
 The critical turns, the great events that made 
 The era's history. For well he knew 
 Each subtle art of eloquence, combined 
 AYith rarest gifts of speech, and native powers of mind. 
 
 His patriotism earned a noble meed 
 
 Of trust and honour, more than any fame, 
 And sweeter. Yet some thought his hard-won claim 
 Not meetly recognised. Perchance indeed 
 The shadow crossed his own thought, as he found 
 Less kingly orators with heavier laurels crowned. 
 
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 At length a contest of long doubtful end 
 Drew to a climax, and his soul was stirred, 
 And every generous faculty was spurred 
 To utmost energy. For he could spend 
 His very self upon the cause that seemed 
 Clear justice and clear right ; or rather, so he deemed ! 
 
 For there are few who care to analyze 
 ^^■^ The mingled motives, in their complex force. 
 Of some apparently quite simple course. 
 ' One disentangled skein might well surprise. 
 Perhaps a " single heart " is never known 
 Save in the yielded life that lives for God alone, — 
 
 And that is therefore doubted, as a dream, 
 ' By those who know not the tremendous power 
 
 ^ Of all-constraining love ! So in that hour 
 ^"^ Of fierce excitement, 'mid the flashing gleam 
 Of measured glaive, I will not dare to say 
 That Eugene's purest zeal no party claim might sway. 
 
 Still, all combined to bid the eagle soar 
 
 Beyond the common clouds, the shifting mists 
 Of every-day debate, the very hsts 
 Of strong opponents strengthening him the more. 
 As the strong pinion finds the opposing breeze 
 The very means of rising over land and seas.^ 
 
 So Eugene rose in his full manly strength, 
 Eeining at first the fiery courser in, 
 That with calm concentration he might win 
 The captious ear ; — reserve of power at length. 
 At the right moment from the wise curb freed. 
 Triumphantly burst forth with grand impetuous speed. 
 
 1 See Duke of Argyll's " Reign of Law." 
 
Zenith. 1 5 
 
 And as the great speech mounted to a pause 
 
 Some foes were silenced, some were wholly gained, 
 And all were spellbound, stilled, and marvel-chained, 
 And, more than all the clatter of applause, 
 The cause was won ! " Eugene was at his best 
 To-night ! " So much they knew ! They did not know the 
 rest ! 
 
 For they who watched Avith envy or delight 
 The moment of his zenith little knew 
 It was the moment of his setting too ; 
 For fell paralysis drew near that night. 
 Never again Eugene might proudly stand 
 And sway the men who swayed the sceptre of his land. 
 
 VI. 
 
 A simple Christmas Day at home ! And yet 
 It was the very zenith of two stars 
 That rose together through the cloudy bars, 
 In bright perpetual conjunction met. 
 A day whose memory should never cease, — 
 A Coronation Day of Love and Joy and Peace. 
 
 The culmination of two lives that passed 
 
 Through many a chance and change of chequered years, 
 Each shining for the other, hopes and fears 
 Centred within their home ! And now at last 
 They gazed upon a clear, calm sky around 
 And rested in their love, that day serenely crowned. 
 
l6 " Under His Shadoivr 
 
 Bernard and Constance had no wish beyond 
 Each other's gladness, and the fuller good 
 Of those beloved ones who blithely stood 
 Around the Christmas fire, — the fair and fond, 
 The strong and merry ; sons and daughters grown 
 In closest unity, — rich treasures all their own. 
 
 Bright arrows of full quiver ! still unshot 
 By ruthless bow of Time and scattered wide, 
 Still in the sweet home-bundle tightly tied, 
 Though feathered for the flight from that safe spot. 
 Flight when % and whither % Ah me ! who might say 
 What should befall before another Christmas Day ! 
 
 Closer they clustered in the twilight fall, '^ 
 
 And talked of j^leasant memories of the year. 
 And then of pleasant prospects far and near ; 
 Each name responding at each gleeful call. 
 The merry mention of a dear name there 
 Had never yet been hushed by any empty chair. 
 
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 But, most of all, the gladness and the pride 0^ 
 Circled around the eldest brother's name ; 
 His first success, his rising college fame, t. 
 
 Made merriest music at that warm fireside ; 
 And in the parent-hearts deep echoes thrilled, 
 As the repeated chord proclaimed fond hopes ful- 
 filled. , ^ 
 
 No dim presentiment of sorrow fell ' ' 
 
 Upon that zenith hour of happiness. 
 Perhaps the brightest that could ever bless 
 A merely earthly lot ; the purest well 
 Of natural joy, unselfish, undefiled, 
 Up-springing to the day, Avhile heaven above it smiled 
 
. Zenith. 
 
 And so the evening hours sped swiftly by, 
 And Christmas carols closed the happy time, 
 And Christmas bells, in sweet wind-wafted chime, 
 Stole softly through the shutters. Not a sigh 
 With music of the gay good-night was blent, 
 No discord in that full, harmonious content. 
 
 What then % Bernard and Constance wakeful lay 
 A long, long while, unwilling each to tell 
 That, as the midnight tolled, it seemed the knell 
 Of the great gladness of that Christmas Day. 
 " Oh, what if it should prove too bright to last, 
 Clear shining that precedes the wild and rainy blast ! " 
 
 And they were right. It could not come again ! 
 Sickness, and scattering, and varied woe, 
 Yet nothing but the lot of most below, 
 Soon marred the music of that perfect strain. 
 And though the westering path had many a gleam, 
 That zenith-joy was but an oft-remembered dream. 
 
 17 
 
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 A soft spring twilight. Cherry blossoms white 
 Whispered about the summer they were told 
 Was coming, when the beech trees would unfold 
 Their horny buds, and chestnuts would be dight 
 In great green leaves. " What will become of us '2 " 
 They wondered ! And they shivered as they questioned thus. 
 
18 
 
 Under His SJiadotv!' 
 
 For the east Avind came by, with curfew bell 
 Upon his wings, and touched them stealthily, 
 Shrivelling the tender leaves. And silently 
 In their sweet white array the blossoms fell. 
 Ah for the zenith of the cherry tree ! 
 Yet is it past, although the snowy glories be % 
 
 , Wait for the shining of the summer day ; 
 
 Wait for the crimson glow amid the green ; 
 Wait for the wealth of ruby ripeness, seen 
 After the fitful spring has passed away. 
 Wait till the Master comes, with His own hand 
 To find His pleasant fruit in clusters rich and grand. 
 
 Yes, soft spring twilight ! And a bowing head, 
 A kneeling form amid the shadows grey ; 
 A heart from which the hopes had passed away, 
 That made life exquisite as the blossoms shed 
 Around that open window ; — and a throb 
 ^ Of dull grey pain, that rose, and forced one low deep 
 sob. 
 
 Only the zenith of his youth had passed, 
 And scarcely that. Yet perhaps the saddest time 
 Is Avhile the echo of the matin chime 
 , Has hardly died away in silence vast ; 
 Sadder to realize the noonday height, 
 ^' Than the slow-gathering shades of long impending night. 
 
 ^ It did not seem that there could ever be 
 Another zenith, different, and bright 
 With grander hopes, and far more glorious light 
 Than all the spells of syren minstrelsy. 
 And all the love and gladness that entwined 
 The merry paths of youth, for ever left behind. 
 
Zenith. ig 
 
 For Godfrey had no special powers to spur 
 To emulation in the great world-race, 
 No special gifts or aims ;— the open space 
 A possible joy had filled— the dream of her 
 Who might have been and yet was not to be 
 Queen of his life ! and now— the dark-draped throne was 
 free ! 
 
 Free ! Yet Another claimed that empty throne, 
 And in the twilight He was drawing near, 
 'Mid all those shadows of dim grief, and fear, 
 And sense of vanity. The King unknown. 
 Unrecognised as yet, was come to reign, 
 And yet to crown the life that owned its life Avas vain. 
 
 And while the spring airs trembled through the trees. 
 The gracious Wind that bloweth where it lists 
 Dispersed the fallacies, the world-breathed mists 
 That hid unseen realities. That Breeze 
 Unveiled the mysteries of hidden sin, 
 And let the all-searching Light flash startlingly within. 
 
 Then the vague weariness was roused indeed. 
 And passed away for ever, as he saw 
 The nearer lightnings of the holy law 
 Through suddenly deepening darkness ; then the need 
 More of a Saviour than mere safety dawned 
 In lurid daybreak, as he glimpsed the gulf that yawned 
 
 Close at his feet— those careless feet that trod 
 So merrily a harmless-seeming course 
 Of merely useless pleasure, by the force 
 Of custom, and yet never came to God, 
 Never yet stepped upon the Living Way 
 Tliat only leads to life and everlasting day. 
 
20 
 
 Under His Shado7v." 
 
 Again that holy Breeze swept by in might, 
 
 And fanned each faint desire to stronger flame ; 
 He said, " O bid me come to Thee ! " He came 
 Jiist as he was, that memorable night. 
 And lo ! the King, who waited at the door, 
 Entered, to save, to reign, and to go out no more. 
 
 And then he saw those awful lightnings fall 
 Through the cleft heavens upon a lonely Tree 
 That stood upon a mount called Calvary, 
 And knew that stroke had spent the fiery ball : 
 And then the earthquake closed the gulf below, 
 While he stood all unscathed, safe from the overthrow. r^>f 
 
 " Stood," said I ] Nay ! in wonder and in love 
 As on that more than vision Godfrey gazed. 
 He fell at his Deliverer's feet, and praised 
 With a new sweetness, sweet as harps above, 
 The glorious One, whose royal grace had saved 
 The aimless wanderer, who never grace had craved. 
 
 Far in the night this wondrous watch he kept 
 With the unslumbering Shepherd, Avhile a joy, 
 The first he ever knew without alloy. 
 Filled all his soul with light. At last he slept, 
 AVrapped in this strange new peace, Avhose steady 
 
 beam 
 Made all his past life seem a sinful, troubled dream. 
 
 What then ? It was no zenith, though the star 
 Of life shone out at radiant height, that dimmed 
 Each previous gleam to gloom that barely rimmed 
 The shifting clouds, with something, that, from far 
 Might have been fancied light, yet only made 
 The darkness more discerned, the spirit more afraid. 
 
Zenith. 
 
 21 
 
 Eather, it was the rising ! the first liour 
 
 Of the true shining, that should rise and rise 
 From glory unto glory, through God's skies, 
 In strengthening brightness and increasing power. 
 A rising with no setting, for its height 
 Could only culminate in God's eternal light. 
 
 The feeble glimmer of the former days, 
 
 The hope, the love, the very glee, that paled 
 Just at their seeming zenith, and then failed 
 Of fuller sparkling, — all the scattered rays 
 Were caught up and transfigured, in the blaze 
 Of the new life of love, and energy, and praise. 
 
 The joy of loyal service to the King 
 
 Shone through them all, and lit up other lives 
 With the new fire of faith, that ever strives, 
 Like a swift-kindling beacon, far to fling 
 The tidings of His victory, and claim 
 New subjects for His realm, new honour for His 
 Name. 
 
 And so the years flowed on, and only cast 
 Light, and more light, upon the shining way. 
 That more and more shone to the perfect day ; 
 Always intenser, clearer than the past ; 
 Because they only bore him on glad wing 
 Nearer the Light of Light, the Presence of the King. 
 
 Who recks the short recession of a wave 
 In the strong flowing of a tide ? And so 
 Without a pang could Godfrey leave below 
 Successive earthly zeniths, while he gave 
 A glad glance upward to the rainbow Throne, 
 And joyously pressed on to nobler heights alone. 
 
22 " Under His Shadow." 
 
 Or if awhile a looming sorrow-cloud 
 
 He entered, still he found the Glory there, 
 Shechinah-brightness resting still and fair 
 Within the holy curtains, as he bowed 
 Before the Presence on the Mercy-seat ; 
 Then forth he came with sound of golden bells most sweet. 
 
 And then the music floated on the wind, 
 A constant carol of glad tidings told, 
 Of how the lives the One Life doth enfold 
 Are ever with that Life so closely twined, 
 That nought can separate, below, above. 
 And life itself is one long miracle of love. 
 
 At last the gentle tone was heard, that falls 
 In all-mysterious sweetness on the ear 
 That long has listened, longing, without fear, 
 Because so well it knows the Voice that calls ; 
 Though only once that solemn call is heard, 
 While angel-songs take up the echoes of the word 
 
 "Friend, go up higher !" So he took that night \ 
 
 The one grand step, beyond the stars of God, ' 
 
 Into the splendour, shadowless and broad, 
 Into the everlasting joy and light. 
 The Zenith of the earthly life was come ; 
 What marvel that the lips were for the moment dumb ! 
 
 What then 1 Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard ! 
 Wait till thou too hast fought the noble strife. 
 And won, through Jesus Christ, the crown of life ! 
 Then shalt thou know the glory of the word, 
 Then as the stars for ever — ever shine, 
 Beneath the King's own smile, — perpetual Zenith thine ! 
 
 September Uth, 1877. 
 
The Thoughts of God. 23 
 
 Efje S:{)ousf)ts of 6otr, 
 
 ■ H Y thoughts, God ! O theme Divine ! 
 Except Thy Spirit in my darkness shine, 
 And make it light, 
 And overshadow me 
 With stilling might, 
 ^ And touch my lips that I may speak of Thee, — 
 How shall I soar 
 To thoughts of Thy thoughts ? and how dare to ■write 
 Of Thine ? 
 
 Thou understandest mine 
 Far off and long before. 
 Thou searchest, knowest, compassest ! Thy hand is laid 
 
 Upon me. Whither shall I flee 
 From Omnipresence and Omniscience? If I fly 
 To heaven, Thou art there : and if I lie 
 
 In the unseen land, 
 Behold, Thou art there also ! If I take 
 I'he wings of morning, and my dwelling make 
 In the uttermost parts of the great sea, 
 Even there Thy hand shall lead me, Thy right hand 
 Shall hold me. If I say 
 Surely the night 
 Shall cover me, it shall be light 
 
 About me. Yea, the shade 
 Of darkness hideth not from Thee, 
 
 Night shineth as the day ; 
 The darkness and the light are both alike to Thee. 
 
24 
 
 Under His Shadozv." 
 
 Thee I will praise : for I am fearfully 
 And wonderfully made. 
 My substance was not hid from Thee 
 When I was made in secret, curiously wrought 
 And yet imperfect. Then 
 Thine eyes did see me. In Thy book 
 Were all my members written, when 
 Not one of them was into being brought. 
 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, 
 Too excellent, too high. Yet 'tis but one 
 
 Keen ray of Thy great sun 
 Touching an atom in a dusty nook 
 
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 One ray ! while others traverse depths profound 
 . Of possible chaos ; and illume 
 
 The boundless bound 
 Of space ; and vivify worlds all unguessed, 
 To Avhom 
 Our farthest eastern spark, 
 Caught by the mightiest telescope that ever pierced the dark, 
 Is farthest west. 
 
 One ray ! while others overflow 
 The countless hosts of angels with celestial blaze ; 
 ^ With still diviner glow, 
 
 Flooding each heart with adoration sweet ; 
 
 And yet too glorious for the gaze 
 Of seraphim, who cover face and feet 
 With burning wings, 
 While through the universe their " Holy, holy," rings. 
 
 Only one ray ! Yet doth it come 
 So close to us, so very near, 
 Our inmost selves enfolding, 
 Discerning, penetrating, — we, beholding 
 
TJie Thoughts of God. 2 5 
 
 Its terril)le brightness, well might fear, 
 But for the glow 
 Of known and trusted Love that pulsetli warm below. 
 And so 
 The psalm ariseth, strong and clear, 
 " How precious are Thy thoughts to me, O God ! 
 How great their sum ! " 
 Uncounted, marvellous, and very deep and broad, 
 Unsearchable and high ! 
 
 Infinity 
 Of holiest, mightiest mystery. 
 
 That never sight 
 Or tongue of mortal seer 
 Could see or tell, 
 That never flight 
 Of flame-like spirits that in strength excel 
 Hath reached ! The very faith that brings us near 
 Reveals new distances, new depths of light 
 Unfathomed, — seas of suns that never eye 
 Created, hath beheld or ever can behold ! 
 
 What know we of God's thoughts ? One word of gold 
 A volume doth enfold. 
 They are — " Not ours !" 
 Ours ] what are they 1 their value and their powers 1 
 So evanescent, that while thousands fleet 
 Across the busy brain, 
 Only a few remain 
 To set their seal on memory's strange consistence. 
 Of these, some worthless, some a life-regret, 
 
 That we would fain forget ; 
 And very few are rich and great and sweet ; 
 And fewer still are lasting gain, 
 And these- most often born of pain, 
 Or sprung from strong concussion into strong existence. 
 
26 
 
 " Under His S/iadoiv." 
 
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 What else 1 Even in their proudest strength so weak, 
 So isolated and so rootless, 
 
 So flowerless and so fruitless ; — 
 We think, and dare not do, — we think, and cannot speak ! 
 A thought alone is less than breath, 
 Only the shudder of a living death, 
 A thing of scorn, 
 A formless embryo in chaos born, 
 It must be seized with resolute grasp of will, 
 
 With swiftness and with skill, 
 And moulded on life's anvil, ere it glow 
 With any fire or force ; 
 And wrought with many a blow 
 And welded in the heat by toiling strength 
 With many another, ere it go at length 
 The humblest mission to fulfil. 
 And then its tiny might 
 Is not inherent, but alone dependent 
 Upon the primal source 
 And spring of power, First, Sole, Supreme, Transcendent ! 
 
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 What else 1 So circumscribed in flight ! 
 Like bats in sunshine, striking helpless wings 
 Against the shining things, 
 That to their dazzled sight 
 Appear not ; hindered everywhere 
 By unseen obstacles with puzzling pain. 
 Or like the traveller, toiling long to gain 
 
 An Alpine summit, white and fair. 
 With far-extending view ; but still withheld. 
 And to the downward track with fainting step compelled, 
 By an intangible barrier ; for the air 
 Is all too rare. 
 Too keenly pure 
 For valley-dweller to endure. 
 
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 N'incout Broiikt;, Day & Son, Litll. 
 
 THE MATTERHORN. 
 Or, like the traveller, toiling long to gain 
 An alrinc <;'.immit, white and fair."' 
 
TJie Thou gilts of God. 27 
 
 For thus our thoughts rebound 
 From the Invisible-Infinite, on every side 
 
 Hemmed ever round 
 By the Impassable, that never mortal pinion 
 Hath over-soared, that mocks at Imman pride, 
 Imprisoned in its own supposed dominion. 
 
 What else ? So mingled, so impure ; 
 So interwoven with the threads of sin. 
 Visible or invisible as the si2;ht 
 
 Is purged to see them in God's light ; 
 So subtle in their changeful forms, now dark, now 
 bright ; 
 
 Such mystery of iniquitj'' within. 
 That we must loathe our very thoughts, but for the cure 
 He hath devised, — the blessed Tree 
 The Lord hath shown us, that, cast in, can heal 
 The fountain whence the bitter waters How. 
 Divinest remedy 
 
 Whose power "vve feel. 
 Whose grace we comprehend not, but we know. 
 
 What else? So fallible, so full of errors, — 
 No certainty ! In aught unproved and new, 
 Treading volcanic soil o'er smothered terrors ; 
 Spectral misgivings rising to the vie^v, 
 
 As each step crushes through 1. 
 
 Some older crust of truth assumed. And this is all >9 
 That human thoughts can do, j^ 
 
 Leaning on human strength and reason solely ; M<! .; 
 
 Now wroniT, now right, now false, now true. ^ \'^'~ v 
 As may befall ! ;■ J P'fx I ^ 
 
 And even the truest never reaching Avholly ^^jfl-'^t-^jij 
 Truth Absolute, .'r^^"^?^ 
 
 That still our touch eludes, •^^S25a>:5?;^i4;/?4>7' ' J^*';r^-,A> 
 
28 
 
 Under His Shadow." 
 
 And vanishes in deeper depths when man intrudes 
 Within her awful solitudes. 
 Where many a string is mute 
 And many awanting, all the rest 
 Imperfectly attuned at best, — 
 We can but wait for truth of tone, 
 
 For truth of modulation and expression, 
 With lowliest confession 
 Of utter powerlessness, content 
 To trust His thoughts and not our own, — 
 
 Until the Maker of the instrument 
 Shall tune it in another sphere, 
 By His own perfect hand and ear. 
 
 Now turn we from the darkness to the light, 
 From dissonance to pure and full accord ! 
 " My thoughts are not as your thoughts, saith the 
 Nor are your ways as My ways. As the height 
 Of heaven above the earth, so are My ways. 
 My thoughts, to yours ; — out of your sight. 
 Above your praise." 
 oracle most grand ! 
 Thus teaching by sublimest negative 
 What by a positive we could not understand, 
 Or, understanding, live ! 
 And now, search fearlessly 
 The imperfections and obscurity, 
 
 The weakness and impurity, 
 Of all our thoughts. On each discovery 
 Write, "Not as ours ! " Then, in every line, 
 
 Behold God's glory shine 
 
 In humbling yet sweet contrast, as we view 
 
 His thoughts, Eternal, Strong, and Holy, Infinite, 
 
 Lord, 
 
The T lion gilts of God. 29 
 
 ' '^'^R ND now, what have we of these thoughts of God, ' ^ 
 * So high, so deep, so broad ? 
 
 =: What hath He given, and what are we receiving] 
 A revehation 
 Dim, pale, and cold 
 Beside their hidden fire, yet gorgeously enscrolled 
 Upon His wide Creation. 
 He would not all withhold, 
 His children in the silent darkness leaving j 
 Nor would He overwhelm our heart 
 
 And strike it dumb ; 
 And so He hath enfolded some 
 In fair expressions for the eye and ear ; 
 
 Though faint, yet clear ; 
 Such as our powers may apprehend in part. 
 -* Thus hath He wrought 
 The dazzling swiftness of the thought 
 That veiled itself for mortal ken in light. 
 And thus the myriad-handed might 
 Of that from which the million-teeming ocean fell, 
 No greater toil to Him, 
 From silent depth to surfy rim. 
 Than the small crystal drop which fills a rosy shell. 
 And thus the Infinite Ideal 
 Of perfect Beauty, (only real 
 In Him and through Him, pure conception 
 Too exquisite for our perception,) 
 He hath translated, giving us such lines 
 
 As we can trace. 
 In mountain grandeur and in lily grace. 
 In sunset, cloudland, or soul-moulded face, 
 Such alphabets and signs 
 
30 " Under His Shadozv." 
 
 As we, His little ones, may slowly, softly read. 
 Supplying thus a deep, true spirit-need. 
 
 What know we more'? One thought He hath expressed 
 
 In that great scheme 
 Of which Ave, straining, catch a glimpse or gleam 
 In light or shadow ; — scheme embracing all, 
 Star-system cycles and the sparrow's fall ; — 
 Scheme all-combining, wisest, grandest, best. 
 "We call it Providence. And each may deem 
 Himself a tiny centre of that thought ; 
 
 For how mysteriously enwrought 
 Are all our moments in its folds of might, 
 
 Our own horizon ever bounding 
 And yet not limiting, but still surrounding 
 Our lives, while reaching far beyond our quickest sight. 
 thought of consummated harmony ! 
 Each life is one note in that symphony, • 
 Without which were its cadence incomplete : 
 Yet each note complex, formed of many a reed ; 
 And each reed quivering with vibrations passing count, 
 And each vibration blending 
 
 In mystic trinities ascending 
 
 Through Aveird harmonics that recede 
 Into the unknown silences, or meet 
 In clashing thrills unanalyzed, and mount 
 In tangled music, yet all plain and clear 
 
 Unto the Master's ear. 
 O thought of consummated melody 
 And perfect rhythm ! though its mighty beat 
 
 Transcend angelic faculty, 
 
 And though its mighty bars 
 May be the fall of worlds, the birth of stars, 
 
 Its measure — all eternity — 
 
TJic Thoughts of God. 31 
 
 One echo, calm and sweet, 
 Our clue to this great music of God's plan, 
 Sounds on in ever-varying repeat — 
 Glory to God on high, peace and goodwill to man ! 
 
 What have we more % Scan we the blinding blaze 
 
 Of the refulgent rays 
 Outpoured from the Very Fount of Light ? 
 One thought of God in undiluted splendour 
 Flashed on our feeble gaze, 
 Were never borne by mortal sight. 
 He knew it, and He gave, 
 In mercy tender. 
 All that the soul unwittingly doth crave, 
 
 All that it can receive. He robed 
 In finite words the sparkles of His thought, 
 The starry fire englobed 
 In tiny spheres of language, shielding, softening thus 
 The living, burning glory. And He brought 
 
 Even to us 
 This strange celestial treasure that no prayer 
 
 Had asked of Him, no ear had heard, 
 Nor heart of man conceived. He laid it there, 
 Even at our feet, and said it was His Word. 
 mystery of tender grace ! 
 
 We find 
 God's thoughts in human words enshrined, 
 God's very life and love with ours entwined. 
 All wonderingly from page to page we pass, 
 Owning the darkening yet revealing glass ; 
 In every line we trace, 
 In fair display. 
 Prismatic atoms of the glorious bow 
 Projected on the darkest cloud that e'er 
 O'ergloomed the world that God had made so fair. 
 
32 
 
 Under His Shadoiu." 
 
 The rainbow of His covenant ; each one 
 Eeflecting perfectly a sevenfold ray, 
 Shot from the sun 
 Of His exceeding love, 
 Strong and serene above, 
 Upon a tremulous drop of tearful life below. 
 
 One thought. His thought of thoughts, awakes our song 
 Of endless thanks and marvelling adoration 
 More than aught else. For Providence, Creation, 
 All He hath made and all He doth prepare. 
 
 Thoughts grand and wise, and strong, 
 Thouo-hts tender and most fair. 
 Are pale beside the glory of Salvation, 
 Eedemption's gracious plan and glorious revelation : — 
 The focus where all rays unite ; 
 Kach attribute arrayed in sevenfold light. 
 Each adding splendour to the rest. 
 The meeting blest 
 Of His great love and foreseen human woe 
 Struck forth a mighty fire, that sent a glow 
 Throughout the universe ; — an overflow 
 To the dim confines that none know 
 Save He who traced them ; lit up gloriously 
 Tlie farthest vistas of Eternity ; 
 And, flooding heaven itself with radiance new, 
 Revealed the heart of God, all-merciful, all-true. 
 
The Thoughts of God. 
 
 33 
 
 men. 
 
 Thus are the thoughts of God made known to 
 Yet is all revelation bounded 
 First by its vehicle, and then 
 By its reception. Unseen things 
 Eemain unfathomed and unsounded, 
 
 And hidden as the springs 
 Of an immeasurable sea. 
 Because His thought, sublime and great, 
 Ko language finds commensurate 
 With its infinity ; 
 And when compressed in any finite mould, 
 'Tis but a fraction that the mind of man 
 Receiveth. For we hold 
 But what we span, 
 We only see 
 What feeble lenses and weak sight may scan. 
 And thus a double lessening, double veiling 
 Of the unimagined glory of a thought of Him 
 Who dwells between the cherubim ! 
 
 First, suffering and paling 
 By its necessitate transition 
 From Infinite to Finite, for that all expression 
 Is by its nature finite ; then the vision 
 Which angels might receive straightway, 
 Unshorn of any ray. 
 And hold in full possession. 
 Must enter by the portal 
 Of faculties sin-paralyzed and mortal ; 
 And in the human breast's low-vaulted gloom 
 It finds no room 
 For any high display. 
 
 This is no guess-work. It is even so 
 With our poor thoughts. For they are always more 
 Than any form or language can convey. 
 
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34 
 
 Under His SJiadoiv!' 
 
 We know 
 Things that we cannot say ; 
 AVe soar, 
 Where we could never map our flight. 
 We see 
 Fhishes and colourings too quick and bright 
 For any hand to paint. We meet 
 Depths that no line can sound. We hear 
 Strange far-off mental music, all too sweet, 
 00 great for any earthly instrument ; 
 Gone, if we strive to bring it near. 
 
 
 
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 For who that knows 
 The sudden surging and the startling throes 
 Of subteiTanean soul-fires with no vent, "">' 
 
 That seek an Etna all in vain ; — 
 Or the slow forming of some grand, fair thought, 
 With exquisite lingering outwrought, 
 Only to melt before the touch of effort or of pain : — 
 (Like quivering rose-fire 'neath a filmy veil 
 In mountain dawn, 
 That grows all still and pale 
 When the transparent silver is withdrawn.) 
 Oh ! Avho that knows but owns the meagre dower 
 Of poor weak language married to thought's royal power- 
 Oh ! who that knows but needs must own, 
 If it be thus 
 Even with us, 
 Groping and tottering alone 
 Around the footstool of His throne. 
 With limited ideas and babe-like powers, 
 What must it be with Him, whose thoughts ^^^y^ 
 are not as ours ! '^/'"'^^hP' 
 
TJic Thojtghts of God. 
 
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 And now 
 
 We only bow, 
 
 And gaze above 
 In raptured awe and silent love ; 
 
 For mortal speech 
 
 Can never reach 
 A word of meetly-moulded praise, 
 For one glimpse of the blessed rays, 
 Ineffable and purely bright, 
 Outflowing ever from the Unapproached Light. 
 
 They say there is a hollow, safe and still, 
 A point of coolness and repose 
 AVithin the centre of a flame, Mdiere life might dwell 
 Unharmed and unconsumed, as in a luminous shell, 
 Which the bright walls of fire enclose 
 In breachless splendour, barrier that no fops 
 
 Could pass at will. 'j^ ^v> • 
 
 There is a point of rest -g 
 At the great centre of the cyclone's force, 
 
 A silence at its secret source ; — 
 A little child might slumber undistressed, 
 Without the ruffle of one fairy curl. 
 In that strange central calm amid the mighty whii 
 
 So,* in the centre of these thoughts of God, 
 Cyclones of power, consuming glory-fire, — 
 
 As we fall o'erawed 
 Upon our faces, and are lifted higher 
 By His great gentleness, and carried nigher 
 Than unredeemed angels, till we stand 
 Even in the hollow of His hand, — 
 
36 
 
 " Under His Shadow.'" 
 
 Nay, more ! we lean upon His breast — 
 There, there we find a point of perfect rest 
 And glorious safety. Tliere we see 
 His thoughts to usward, thoughts of peace 
 That stoop in tenderest love ; that still increase 
 With increase of our need ; that never change, 
 That never fail, or falter, or forget 
 pity infinite ! 
 royal mercy free ! 
 gentle climax of the depth and height 
 Of God's most precious thoughts, most wonderful, most 
 strange ! 
 "For I am poor and needy, yet 
 The Lord Himself, Jehovah, thinketh upon me!" 
 
 ^ ilinistrg of Intercession* 
 
 •1 G/vf JLa5 here is no holy service 
 
 But hath its secret bliss : 
 Yet, of all blessed ministries, 
 Is one so dear as this ? 
 
 t^'r^^/if^^r^ The ministry that cannot be 
 
 A wondering seraph's dower, 
 Enduing mortal weakness 
 
 With more than angel-power. 
 The ministry of purest love 
 
 Uncrossed by any feor, 
 That bids us meet at the Master's feet, 
 
 And keeps us very near. 
 
The Ministry of J?iU'rcessio7i. 
 
 God's ministers are many, 
 
 For this His gracious will, 
 Eemembrancers that day and night 
 
 This holy office fill. 
 While some are hushed in slumber, 
 
 Some to fresh service wake, 
 And thus the saintly number 
 
 No change or chance can break. 
 And thus the sacred courses 
 '^ Are evermore fulfilled, 
 ■>% The tide of grace by time or place 
 
 Is never stayed or stilled.' 
 
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 Oh, if our ears were opened 
 
 To hear as angels do 
 The Intercession-chorus 
 
 Arising full and true, 
 We should hear it soft up- welling 
 
 In morning's pearly light, 
 Through evening's shadows swelling 
 
 In grandly gathering might, 
 The sultry silence filling 
 
 Of noontide's thunderous glow, 
 And the solemn starlis-ht thrilling 
 
 With ever-deej)ening flow. 
 
 We should hear it through the rushin 
 
 Of the city's restless roar. 
 And trace its gentle gushing 
 
 O'er ocean's crystal floor : 
 We should hear it far up floating 
 
 Beneath the Orient moon. 
 And catch the golden noting 
 
 From the busy Western noon, 
 
38 
 
 Under His Shadoiu." 
 
 And pine-robed heights would echo 
 As the mystic chant up-floats, 
 And the sunny plain resound again 
 With the myriad-mingling notes. 
 
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 Who are the blessed ministers 
 
 Of this world-gathering band ? 
 All who have learnt One Language, 
 
 Through each far-parted land ; 
 All who have learnt the story 
 
 Of Jesvi's love and grace, 
 And are longing for His glory 
 
 To shine in every face. 
 All who have known the Father 
 
 In Jesus Christ our Lord, 
 And know the might and love the light 
 
 Of the Spirit in the Word. 
 
 (Virx^p^-j Yet there are some who see not 
 
 Their calling high and grand, 
 Who seldom pass the portals, 
 
 And never boldly stand 
 Before the golden altar 
 
 On the crimson-stained floor. 
 Who wait afar and falter, 
 
 And dare not hope for more. 
 Will ye not join the blessed ranks 
 
 In their beautiful array 1 
 Let intercession blend with thanks 
 
 As ye minister to-day ! 
 
 There are little ones among them, 
 Child-ministers of prayer, 
 
 White robes of intercession 
 Those tiny servants wear. 
 
 
The Ministry of Litercession. 
 
 First for the near and dear ones 
 
 Is that fair ministry, 
 Then for the poor black children. 
 
 So far beyond the sea. 
 The busy hands are folded, 
 
 As the little heart uplifts 
 In simple love, to God above, 
 
 Its prayer for all good gifts. 
 
 39 
 
 There are hands too often weary 
 
 With the business of the day, 
 With God-entrusted duties, 
 
 Who are toiling while they pray. 
 They bear the golden vials, 
 
 And the golden harps of praise, 
 Through all the daily trials, 
 
 Through all the dusty ways. 
 These hands, so tired, so faithful, 
 
 With odours sweet are filled. 
 And in the ministry of prayer 
 
 Are wonderfully skilled. 
 
 There are ministers unlettered, 
 
 Not of Earth's great and wise. 
 Yet mighty and unfettered 
 
 Their eagle-prayers arise. 
 Free of the heavenly storehouse ! 
 
 They hold the master-key 
 That opens all the fulness 
 
 Of God's great treasury. 
 They bring the needs of others, 
 
 And all things are their own, 
 For their one grand claim is Jesu's namt 
 
 Before their Father's throne. 
 
40 
 
 Under His Shndozc' 
 
 There are noble Christian workers, 
 
 The men of faith and jjower, 
 The overcoming wrestlers 
 
 Of many a midnight hour ; 
 Prevailing princes with their God, 
 
 Who will not be denied, 
 Who bring down showers of blessing 
 
 To swell the rising tide. 
 The Prince of Darkness quaileth 
 
 At their triumphant way, 
 ^If^^.heir fervent prayer availeth 
 \. To sap his subtle sway. 
 
 But in this Temple-service 
 
 Are sealed and set apart 
 Arch-priests of intercession, 
 
 Of undivided heart. 
 The fulness of anointing 
 ''/::' On these is doubly shed, 
 The consecration of their God 
 
 Is on each low-bowed head. 
 They bear the golden vials 
 
 With white and trembling hand ; 
 In quiet room or wakeful gloom 
 
 These ministers must stand, — 
 
 To the Intercession-Priesthood 
 Mysteriously ordained. 
 
 When the strange dark gift of suffering '\-^' 
 This added gift hath gained. ^,^\^M 
 
 For the holy hands uplifted 
 In suffering's longest hour 
 
 Are truly Spirit-gifted 
 With intercession-power. 
 
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The A/i/nsfry of JiiUrccssion 
 
 41 
 
 The Lord of Blessing fills them 
 With His uncounted gold, 
 An unseen store, still more and more 
 Those trembling hands shall hold. 
 
 Not always with rejoicing 
 
 This ministry is wrought, 
 For many a sigh is mingled 
 
 With the sweet odours brought. 
 Yet every tear bedewing 
 
 The fiiith-fed altar fire 
 May be its bright renewing 
 
 To purer flame, and higher. 
 But when the oil of gladness 
 
 God graciously outpours, 
 The heavenward blaze with blended praise 
 
 ]\Iore mightily upsoars. 
 
 So the incense-cloud ascendeth 
 
 As through calm crystal air, 
 A pillar reaching unto heaven, 
 
 Of wreathed faith and prayer. 
 For evermore the Angel 
 
 Of Intercession stands 
 In His Divine High Priesthood, 
 
 AVith fragrance-filled hands, 
 To wave the golden censer 
 
 Before His Father's throne, 
 With Spirit-fire intenser. 
 
 And incense all His own. 
 
 And evermore the Father 
 
 Sends radiantly down 
 All-marvellous responses, 
 
 His ministers to crown ; 
 
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42 
 
 Under His Shadoiv." 
 
 The incense-cloud returning 
 
 As golden blessing-showers, 
 We in each drop discerning 
 
 Some feeble prayer of ours, 
 Transmuted into wealth unpriced, 
 
 By Him who giveth thus 
 The glory all to Jesus Christ, 
 
 The gladness all to us ! 
 
 "Jree to Scrbe/* 
 
 chose His service. For the Lord of Love 
 Had chosen her, and paid the awful price 
 For her redemption ; and had sought her out, • 
 And set her free, and clothed her gloriously. 
 And put His royal ring upon her hand, 
 And crowns of lovingkindness on her head. 
 She chose it. Yet it seemed she could not yield 
 The fuller measure other lives could bring ; 
 For He had given her a precious gift, 
 A treasure and a charge to prize and keep, 
 A tiny hand, a darling hand, that traced 
 On her heart's tablet words of golden love. 
 And there Avas not much room for other lines, 
 For time and thought were spent, (and rightly spent, 
 For He had given the charge,) and hours and days 
 Were concentrated on the one dear task. 
 
 But He had need of her. Not one new gem, 
 But many, for His crown ; — not one fair sheaf. 
 But many, she should bring. And she should have 
 A richer, happier harvest-home at last, 
 
" Free to Serve.' 
 
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 Because more fruit, more glory, and more praise, 
 
 Her life should yield to Him. And so He came, 
 
 The Master came Himself, and gently took 
 
 The little hand in His, and gave it room 
 
 Among the angel-harpers. Jesus came 
 
 And laid His own hand on the quivering heart, 
 
 And made it very still, that He might write 
 
 Invisible words of power — " Free to serve ! " 
 
 Then through the darkness and the chill He sent 
 
 A heat-ray of His love, developing 
 
 The mystic writing, till it glowed and .shone 
 
 And lit up all her life with radiance new, — 
 
 The happy service of a yielded heart. 
 
 With comfort that He never ceased to give, 
 
 Because her need could never cease, she filled 
 
 The empty chalices of other lives, 
 
 And time and thought were thenceforth spent for Him 
 
 "Who loved her with His everlasting love. 
 
 Let Him write what He will upon our hearts 
 With His unerring pen. They are His own, 
 Hewn from the rock by His selecting grace. 
 Prepared for His own glory. Let Him write ! 
 Be sure He will not cross out one sweet word 
 But to inscribe a sweeter, — but to grave 
 One that shall shine for ever to His praise, 
 And thus fulfil our deepest heart-desire. 
 The tearful eye at first may read the line 
 " Bondage to grief ! " but He shall wipe away 
 The tears, and clear the vision, till it read 
 In ever-brightening letters, " Free to serve ! " 
 For whom the Son makes free is free indeed. 
 
 Nor only by reclaiming His good gifts. 
 But by withholding, doth the Master write 
 
44 " Under His Shadoivr 
 
 These words upon the heart. Not always needs 
 
 Erasure of some blessed line of love 
 
 For this more blest inscription. Where He finds 
 
 A tablet empty for the "lines left out," 
 
 That "might have been" engraved with human love 
 
 And sweetest human cares, yet never bore 
 
 That poetry of life, His own dear hand 
 
 Writes " Free to serve ! " And these clear characters 
 
 Fill with fair colours all the unclaimed space, 
 
 Else grey and colourless. 
 
 Then let it be 
 The motto of our lives until we stand 
 In the great freedom of Eternity, 
 Where we " slmll serve Him " Avhile we see His face, 
 For ever and for ever "Free to serve." 
 
 Comincj to tjjc Itiufj, 
 
 ■' 2 Chronicles ix. 1-12. 
 
 .,^. CAME from very far away to see 
 \^ The King of Salem ; for I had been told 
 
 Of glory and of wisdom manifold, 
 "^fPT ^^^^ condescension infinite and free. 
 ' '^^-^^-^ How could I rest, when I had heard His fame 
 'iv- In that dark lonely land of death from whence I came % 
 
 -■ I came (but not like Sheba's Queen), alone ! 
 
 v No stately train, no costly gifts to bring ; 
 
 '. No friend at court, save One, that One the Kin"- ! 
 
 I had requeets to spread before His throne, 
 And I had questions none could solve for me, 
 Of import deep, and full of awful mystery. 
 
Coming to the Kuig. 45 
 
 I came and communed witli that mighty King, 
 And told Him all my heart ; I cannot say, 
 In mortal ear, what communings were they. 
 Eut wouldst thou know, go too, and meekly bring 
 All that is in thy heart, and thou shalt hear 
 His voice of love and power. His answers sweet and clear. 
 
 happy end of every weary quest ! 
 He told me all I needed, graciously ; — 
 Enough for guidance, and for victory 
 O'er doubts and fears, enough for quiet rest ; 
 And when some veiled response I could not read. 
 It was not hid from Him, — this was enough indeed. 
 
 His wisdom and His glories passed before 
 My wondering eyes in gradual revelation ; 
 The house that He had built, its strong foundation, 
 Its living stones ; and, brightening more and more, 
 Fair glimpses of that palace far away. 
 Where all His loyal ones shall dwell with Him for aye. 
 
 True the report that reached my far-off land 
 Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame ; 
 \'et I believed not until I came, — 
 Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand. 
 The half was never told by mortal word ; 
 My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard ! 
 
 Oh, happy are His servants ! happy they 
 Who stand continually before His face. 
 Ready to do His will of wisest grace ! 
 My King ! is mine such blessedness to-day 1 
 For I too hear Thy wisdom, line by line, 
 Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine. 
 
46 ''Under His Shadowr 
 
 Oh, bless6d be the Lord tliy God ! who set 
 Our King upon His throne. Divine delight 
 In the Beloved crowning Thee with might, 
 Honour, and majesty supreme ; and yet 
 The strange and Godlike secret opening thus, — 
 The kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us ! 
 
 What shall I render to my glorious King? 
 I have but that which I receive from Thee ; 
 And what I give. Thou givest back to me. 
 Transmuted by Thy touch ; each worthless thing 
 Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold, 
 And by Thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold. 
 
 All my desire Thou grantest, whatsoe'er 
 I ask ! Was ever mythic tale or dream 
 So bold as this reality, — this stream 
 Of boundless blessings flowing full and free % 
 Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee, 
 Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. 
 
 Now I will turn to my own land, and tell 
 What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, 
 And give Thine own sweet message, " Come and see ! " 
 And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell 
 With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest, 
 AVithin the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. 
 
 "Surely in what place my Lord the King shall be, whether in death or life, even 
 there also will Thy servant be." — 2 Sam. xv. 21. 
 " Where I am, there shall also My servant be." — John xii. 26. 
 
The Splendour of God's Wilir 
 
 47 
 
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 Wc^t Splrntjour of (l^oti's miW 
 
 N the freshness of the springtime, 
 In the beauty of the May, 
 When the swift-Aviuged breezes carolled, 
 
 And the lambs were all at j^lay, 
 And the birds Avere blithe and busy, 
 Upon her couch she lay. 
 
 Like a lily bruised and drooping, 
 
 Before its early flower 
 Had fully opened to the sun. 
 Or reached a noontide hour ; 
 ^^^ Broken and yet more fragrant 
 ■ ' ' For the heavy-beating shower. 
 
 It was not the first springtime 
 Passed Avithout one glad sight 
 
 Of a starry primrose growing, 
 Or a brooklet swift and bright, 
 
 And Avithout one bounding footstep 
 On a field AAnth daisies Avhite. 
 
 It Avas not the first springtime — 
 And it might not be the last 
 
 In AA'eariness and sufi'ering 
 Thus to be slowly passed ; 
 
 For when the young feet cannot moA'e 
 Months do not travel fast. 
 
48 
 
 " Under His Shadoiv." 
 
 And yet she saw what others 
 Have never sought or seen, 
 
 A splendour more than springdight 
 On fair trees waving green, 
 
 And more than summer sunshine 
 On Ocean's silver sheen. 
 
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 Her pencil, tracing feebly 
 Words that shall echo still, 
 
 Perchance some unknown mission 
 May joyously fulfil : — - 
 
 " I think I just begin to see 
 The splendour of God's will ! " 
 
 &•■;''■ words of golden music 
 
 Caught from the harps on high, 
 
 Which find a glorious anthem 
 AVhere we have found a sigh. 
 
 And peal their grandest praises 
 Just where ours faint and die ! 
 
 O words of holy radiance 
 
 Shining on every tear, 
 Till it becomes a rainbow. 
 
 Reflecting, bright and clear, 
 Our Father's love and glory 
 
 So Avonderful, so dear ! 
 
 words of sparkling power. 
 Of insight full and deep ! 
 
 Shall they not enter other hearts 
 In a grand and gladsome sweep, 
 
 And lift the lives to songs of joy 
 That only droop and weep ? 
 
The Spletidour of Gotfs Wilir 
 
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 For her, God's will was sufferin 
 Just waiting, lying still ! 
 
 Days passing on in weariness, 
 In shadows deep and chill ; 
 
 And yet she had begun to see 
 The Splendour of God's Will ! 
 
 And oh, it is a splendour, 
 
 A glow of majesty, 
 A mystery of beauty, 
 
 If we will only see ; 
 A very cloud of glory 
 
 Enfolding you and me. 
 
 A splendour that is lighted 
 At one transcendent flame, 
 
 The wondrous Love, the perfect Love, 
 Our Father's sweetest name ; 
 
 For His very Name, and Essence, 
 And His Will are all the same ! 
 
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 A splendour that is shinins. 
 
 Upon His children's way ; 
 That guides the willing footsteps 
 
 That do not want to stray, 
 And that leads them ever onward 
 
 Unto the perfect day. 
 
 A splendour that illumines, 
 
 Th' abysses of the Past 
 And marvels of the Future, 
 
 Sublime and bright and vast ; 
 While o'er oui- tiny Present 
 
 A flood of light is cast. 
 
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 Under His Shadozo." 
 
 No twilight falls uiDon it, 
 No shadow dims its ray, 
 
 No darkness overcomes it, 
 No night can end its day ; 
 
 It hath unending triumph 
 And everlasting sway. 
 
 Blest Will of God ! most glorious, 
 The very fount of grace. 
 
 Whence all the goodness floweth 
 That heart can ever trace — 
 
 Temple whose pinnacles are love, 
 / ^trfTsi^; And faithfulness its base. 
 
 ■ ^^^E^lest Will of God ! Avhose splendour 
 Is dawning on the Avorld, 
 
 On hearts in which Christ's banner 
 Is manfully unfurled, 
 
 On hearts of childlike meekness, 
 With dew of youth impearled. 
 
 Spirit of Jehovah, 
 
 Eeveal this glory still ! 
 That many an empty chalice 
 
 Sweet thanks and praise may fill, 
 When, like this "little one," they see 
 
 " The Splendour of God's Will : " 
 
 That faith may Avin the vision 
 That hers hath early won, 
 
 And gaze upon the splendour. 
 And own the cloudless sun. 
 
 And join the seraph song of love. 
 And sing—'' Thy Will be done ! " 
 
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 Via Dolorosa and Via Giojos^v. 
 
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 My Master, they have wronged Thee and Thy love ! 
 
 They only told me I should find the path 
 
 A Via Dolorosa all the way ! 
 
 Even Thy sweetest singers only sang 
 
 Of pressing onward through the same sharp thorns, 
 
 With bleeding footsteps, through the chill dark mist, 
 
 Following and struggling till they reach the light, 
 
 The rest, the sunshine of the far beyond. 
 
 The anthems of the pilgrimage were set 
 
 In most pathetic minors, exquisite, 
 
 Yet breathing sadness more than any praise. 
 
 Thy minstrels let the fitful breezes make 
 
 -^olian moans on their entrusted harps, 
 
 Until the listeners thought that this was all 
 
 The music Thou hadst given. And so the steps 
 
 That halted where the two ways met and crossed, 
 
 The broad and narrow, turned aside in fear, 
 
 Thinking the radiance of their youth must pass 
 
 In sombre shadows if they followed Thee ; 
 
 Hearing afar such echoes of one strain, 
 
 The cross, the tribulation, and the toil. 
 
 The conflict, and the clinging in the dark. 
 
 AVhat wonder that the dancing feet are stayed 
 
 From entering the only path of peace ! 
 
 Master, forgive them ! Tune their harps anew, 
 
 And put a new song in their mouths for Tliee, 
 
 And make Thy chosen people joyful in Th}- love. 
 
52 " Under His Shadozvr 
 
 Lord Jesus, Thou hast trodden once for all 
 The Via Dolorosa, — and for us ! 
 No artist-power or minstrel-gift may tell 
 The cost to Thee of each unfaltering step, 
 Where love that passeth knowledge led Thee on, 
 Faithful and true to God, and true to us. 
 
 And now, beloved Lord, Thou callest us 
 To follow Thee, and we will take Thy ^vord 
 About the path which Thou hast marked for us. 
 Narrow indeed it is ! Who does not choose 
 The narrow track upon the mountain-side. 
 With ever-widening view, and freshening air, 
 And honeyed heather, rather than the road, 
 With smoothest breadth of dust and loss of view, 
 Soiled blossoms not Avorth gathering, and the noise 
 Of wheels instead of silence of the hills, 
 Or music of the waterfalls 1 Oh, why 
 Should they misrepresent Thy words, and make 
 " Narrow " synonymous with " very hard " ? 
 
 For Thou, Divinest Wisdom, Thou hast said 
 Thy ways are ways of pleasantness, and all 
 Thy paths are peace ; and that the path of him 
 Who wears Thy perfect robe of righteousness, 
 Is as the light that shineth more and more 
 Unto the perfect day. And Thou hast given 
 An olden promise, rarely quoted now,^ 
 Because it is too bright for our weak faith : 
 " If they obey and serve Him, they shall spend 
 Days in prosperity, and they shall spend 
 Their years in pleasures." All because Thy days 
 Were full of sorrow, and Thy lonely years 
 Were passed in grief's acquaintance — all for us ! 
 
 Master, I set my seal that Thou art true ! 
 Of Thy good promise not one thing hath failed, 
 
 1 Job xxvi. 11. 
 
Sunday Nig/iL 53 
 
 And I would send a ringing challenge forth, 
 
 To all who know Thy name, to tell it out, 
 
 Thy faitlifulness to every Avritten word, 
 
 Thy lovingkindness crowning all the days, — 
 
 To say and sing with me : " The Lord is ^ood. 
 
 His mercy is for ever, and His truth 
 
 Is written on each page of all my life ! " 
 
 Yes ! there is tribulation, but Thy power 
 
 Can blend it with rejoicing. There are thorns, 
 
 But they have ke})t us in the narrow Avay, 
 
 The King's highway of holiness and peace. 
 
 And there is chastening, but the Father's love 
 
 Flows through it ; and would any trusting heart 
 
 Forego the chastening and forego the love 1 
 
 And every step leads on to " more and more," 
 
 From strength to strength Thy pilgrims pass and sing 
 
 The praise of Him who leads them on and on. 
 
 From glory unto glory, even here ! 
 
 Suntiau i^tcjJjt. 
 
 Rest him, Father ! Thou didst send him forth 
 With great and gracious messages of love ; 
 But Thy ambassador is weary now, 
 Worn with the weight of his high embassy. 
 Now care for him as Thou hast cared for us 
 In sending him ; and cause him to lie down 
 In Thy fresh pastures, by Thy streams of peace. 
 Let Thy left hand be now beneath his head, 
 And Thine upholding right encircle him, 
 
54 
 
 " Under His Shadow!' 
 
 And, underneath, the Everlasting arms 
 Be felt in full su import. So let him rest, 
 Hushed like a little child, without one care, 
 And so give Thy beloved sleep to-night. 
 
 Rest him, dear Master ! He hath poured for us 
 The wine of joy, and we have been refreshed. 
 Now fill his chalice, give him sweet new draughts 
 Of life and love, with Thine own hand ; be Thou 
 His ministrant to-night ; draw very near 
 In all Thy tenderness and all Thy power. 
 speak to him ! Thou knowest how to speak 
 A word in season to Thy weary ones. 
 And he is weary now. Thou lovest him — 
 Let Thy disciple lean upon Thy breast, 
 And, leaning, gain new strength to "rise and shine." 
 
 Rest him, loving Spirit ! Let Thy calm 
 Fall on his soul to-night. holy Dove, 
 Spread Thy bright wing above him, let him rest 
 Beneath its shadow ; let him know afresh 
 The infinite truth and might of Thy dear name — 
 " Our Comforter ! " As gentlest touch will stay 
 The strong vibrations of a jarring chord, 
 So lay Thy hand upon his heart, and still 
 Each overstraining throb, each pulsing pain. 
 Then, in the stillness, breathe upon the strings. 
 And let Thy holy music overflow 
 With soothing power his listening, resting soul. 
 
Memorial Names — Precious Things. 5 5 
 
 fHrmorial |>amc5. 
 
 The High Priest stands before the Mercy Seat, 
 And on his breast bright mingling jewel-flames 
 Reflect Shechinah light ; twelve patriarch names 
 
 Flash where the emerald and sapphire meet 
 
 Sardius and diamond. With softer beam, 
 From mystic onyx on his shoulders placed, 
 Deep graven, never altered or erased. 
 
 The same great names, in birthday order, gleam. 
 
 May each name written here be thus engraved, 
 Set in the place of power, the place of love, 
 And borne in sweet memorial above, 
 
 By Him who loved and chose, redeemed and saved. 
 Be each dear name, the greatest and the least. 
 Always upon the heart of our High Priest. 
 
 |3rcrious Eijincjs, 
 
 WHAT shining revelation of His treasures God hath given ! 
 Precious things of grace and glory, precious things of earth and 
 
 heaven. 
 Holy Spirit, now unlock thom witli Thy mighty golden key, 
 Eoj^al jewels of the kingdom let us now adoring see ! 
 
56 " Unda- His S/iadoiv." 
 
 II. 
 
 " Unto j'ou therefore wliit^h believe, He is precious." — 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 Christ is precious, most precious, gift by God the Father 
 
 sealed ; 
 Pearl of greatest price and treasure, hidden, yet to us revealed ; 
 His own people's crown of glory, and resplendent diadem ; 
 More than thousand worlds, and dearer than all life and love 
 
 to them. 
 
 III. 
 
 "Behold, I laj' in Zion a chief corner .stone, elect, precious." — 
 1 Pet. ii. G. 
 
 Marvellous and very precious is the Corner Stone Elect ; 
 Though rejected by the builders, chosen by the Architect ; 
 All-vSupporting, all-uniting, and all-crowning, tried and sure ; 
 True Foundation, yet true Headstone of His temple bright and 
 pure. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Ye know that j'e were not redeemc<l with corruptible things, 
 . . . but with tlie precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without 
 blemish and without spot." — 1 Pet. i. 18, 19. 
 
 Now, in reverent love and wonder, touch the theme of deepest 
 
 laud, 
 Precious blood of Christ that bought us and hath made us 
 
 nigh to God ! 
 His own blood, love unfathomed ! shed for tliose who loved 
 
 Him not ; 
 Mighty fountain always open, cleansing us from every spot. 
 
 V. 
 
 "How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! how 
 great is the sum of them ! "— Ps. exxxix. 17. 
 
 how wonderful and precious are Thy thoughts to us, God ! 
 Outlined in Creation, blazoned on Redemption's banner broad ; 
 
Free ions Things. S7 
 
 Infinite and deep and dazzling as the noontide heavens above ; 
 Yet more wonderful to usward are Thy thoughts of peace and 
 love. 
 
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 "Wliproliy are given unto ns exceeding grcnt and preeioiis pro- 
 mises, tliat by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature." — 
 2 Pet. i. 4. 
 
 Then, exceeding great and precious are Thy promises Divine ; 
 
 Given by Christ, and by the Spirit sealed with sweetest " All 
 ai^e thine ! " 
 
 Precious in their peace and power, in their sure and change- 
 less might , 
 
 Strengthening, comforting, transforming; suns by day and 
 stars by night. 
 
 VII. 
 
 " To them that have obtained like precious faith with us through 
 the righteousness of God, and our Saviour Jesus Christ."— 2 Pet. i. 1. 
 
 Precious faith our God hath given ; rich in faith is rich indeed ! 
 Fire-tried gold from His own treasury, fully meeting every 
 
 need : 
 Channel of His grace abounding ; bringing peace and joy and 
 
 light; 
 Purifying, overcoming ; linking \veakness Avith His might. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 "The precious ointment upon the head, tliat ran down upon tlie 
 heard, even Aaron's beard ; that went down to the skirts of his gar- 
 ments."— Ps cxxxiii. 2. 
 
 Precious ointment, very costly, of chief odours pure and sweet, 
 Holy gift for royal priesthood, thus for temple-service meet; 
 Such the Spirit's precious unction, oil of gladness freely shed, 
 Sanctifying and abiding on the consecrated head. 
 
58 " Under His Shadotv.'" 
 
 IX. 
 
 " How excellent {marg. precious) is Thy loving kindness, O God ! 
 therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of 
 Thy wings." — Ps. xxxvi. 7 ; Isa. liv. S, 10. 
 
 Who shall paint the flash of splendour from the opened casket 
 
 bright, 
 When His precious lovingkindness beams upon the quickened 
 
 sight ! 
 Priceless jewel ever gleaming with imperishable ray, 
 God will never take it from us, though the mountains pass away. 
 
 "It cannot he valued with the gold of Ophir, with the precious 
 onyx, or the sapphire. No mention shall be made of coral or of 
 pearls : for the price of wisdom is above rubies."— Job xxviii. 16, 18. 
 
 Far more precious than the ruby, or the crystal's rainbow 
 
 light, 
 Valued not with precious onyx or with pearl and sapphire 
 
 bright, 
 Freely given to all who ask it, is the wisdom from above. 
 Pure and peaceable and gentle, full of fruits of life and love. 
 
 IX. 
 
 " Blessed of the Lord be his land for the precious things of heaven, 
 for the dew, and for ^le deep that coucheth beneath, and for the 
 precious fruits brought" forth by the sun, and for the precious things 
 put forth by the moon, and for the chief things of the ancient 
 mountains, and for the precious things of the lasting hills, and for 
 the precious things of the earth."— Deut. xxxiii. 13-16. 
 
 Nor withhold we glad thanksgiving for His mercies ever new. 
 Precious things of earth and heaven, sun and rain and quicken- 
 ing dew ; 
 Precious fruits and varied crowning of the year His goodness 
 
 fills, 
 Chief things of the ancient mountains, precious things of lasting 
 
 hills. 
 
Precious Things. 59 
 
 XII. 
 
 "If thmi take forth tlio precious from the vik\ thou shalt be as 
 My mouth."— J ER. xv. 19. 
 
 Such His gifts ! but mark we duly our re.sponsibility 
 Unto Him whose name is Holy, infinite in purity ; 
 Sin and self no longer serving, take the precious from the vile, 
 So His power shall rest upon thee, thou shalt dwell beneath 
 His smile. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 " The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold."— Lam. iv. 2. 
 
 Sons of Zion, ye are precious in your heavenly Father's sight, 
 Ye are His peculiar treasure, ye His jewels of delight ; 
 Sought and chosen, cleansed and polished, purchased with tran- 
 scendent cost, 
 Kept in His own royal casket, never, never to be lost. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of 
 gold that pcrisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto 
 praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ." — 
 1 Pet. i. 7. 
 
 Precious, more than gold that wasteth, is the trial of your 
 
 faith. 
 Fires of anguish or temptation cannot dim it, cannot scathe ! 
 Your Refiner sitteth watching till His image shineth clear, 
 For His glory, praise, and honour, when the Saviour sliall 
 
 appear. 
 
 XV. 
 
 " Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."— 
 P.S. cxvi. 15. 
 
 Precious, precious to Jehovah is His children's holy sleep ; 
 He is with them in the passing through the waters cold and 
 
 deep ; 
 Everlasting love enfolds them softly, safely to His breast. 
 Everlasting love receives them to His glory and His rest. 
 
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 Under His Sliadoiv: 
 
 xvi. 
 
 " He showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending 
 out of heaven from God, having the glory of God : and her liglit was 
 like unto a stone most precious ; even like a jasper stone, clear as 
 crystal." — Rev. .xxi. 10, 11. 
 
 Pause not here,— the Holy City, glorious in God's light, behold ! 
 Like unto a stone most precious, clear as crystal, pure as gold ; 
 Strong foundations, fair with sapphires, sardius and chrysolite. 
 Blent with amethyst and jacinth, emerald and topaz bright. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " A city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God." 
 — Heb. xi. 10. 
 
 Glorious dwelling of the holy, where no grief or gloom of sin 
 Through the pure and pearly portals evermore shall enter in : 
 Christ its Light and God its Temple, Christ its song of endless 
 
 laud ! 
 what precious consummation of the precious things of God ! 
 
 
 From F. K. H. to K. T. 
 
 ^^ HERE is no ' afterward ' on earth for me ! " 
 Beloved, 'tis not so ! 
 That God's own " afterwards " are pledged to thee, 
 w/ -^if^-^ Thy life shall show. 
 
 No " afterward " indeed of great things wrought. 
 
 By willing hands and feet ; 
 No sheaf is thine, from wider harvests brought, 
 
 With singing sweet. 
 
" Afterwards:' 
 
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 Fair flowing years of ease and laughing strength, 
 
 With cloudless morning skies, 
 Sweet life renewed, and active work at length. 
 
 His love denies. 
 
 Eut livinii; fruit of ri'diteousness to Him 
 
 His chastening shall yield, 
 And constant " afterwards," no longer dim, 
 
 Shall be revealed. 
 
 Is it no " afterward " that in thy heart 
 
 His love is shed abroad ? 
 And that His Spirit breathes, while called apart, 
 
 The fcace, of God % 
 
 That 70^ in tribulation shall spring forth 
 
 To greet His visits blessed. 
 Whose Avisdom wakes the south wind or the north, 
 
 As He sees best ! 
 
 Shall not long suffering in thee be wrought, 
 
 To mirror back His own 1 
 His gentleness shall mellow every thought. 
 
 And look and tone. 
 
 And goodness ! In thyself dwells no good thing. 
 
 Yet from thy glorious Root 
 An "afterward" of holiness shall spring — 
 
 Most precious fruit ! 
 
 The trial of thy faith from hour to hour 
 
 Shall yield a grand increase ; 
 He shall fulfil the work of faith with power 
 
 That cannot cease. 
 
62 
 
 " Under His Shadozv." 
 
 And all around shall praise Him as they see 
 
 The meekness of thy Lord. 
 Thus, even here and now, how blest shall be 
 
 Thy sure reward ! 
 
 This pleasant fruit it shall be tliine to lay 
 
 At thy Beloved's feet, 
 The ripening clusters growing day by day 
 
 More full and sweet. 
 
 If at His gate He keeps thee waiting now 
 Through many a suffering year, 
 
 Watch for His daily " afterwards," and thou 
 Shalt find them here : 
 
 Till, as refined gold, in thee shall shine 
 ^ His image, no more dim ; 
 
 4s Then shall the endless " afterward " be thine 
 Of rest with Him. 
 
 "Father, we know the REALITY of Jesus Christ "—Worrds used by a work- 
 man in prayer, October lith, ISTo. 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 From the spectral mists and driving clouds, 
 From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds. 
 From unreal words and unreal lives. 
 Where truth with falsehood feebly strives, 
 
Reality. 
 
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 From the passings away, tlie chance and change, 
 Flickerings, vanishings, swift and strange, 
 
 I turn to my glorious rest on Thee, 
 
 Who art the grand Eeality. 
 
 Reality in greatest need, 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art indeed ! 
 Is the pilot real, who alone can guide 
 The drifting ship through the midnight tide % 
 Is the lifeboat real, as it nears the wreck, 
 And the saved ones leap from the parting deck ? 
 Is the haven real, where the barque may flee 
 From the autumn gales of the wild North Sea % 
 Reality indeed art Thou, 
 My Pilot, Lifeboat, Haven now. 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 
 In brightest days art Thou to me ! 
 Thou art the sunshine of my mirth. 
 Thou art the heaven above my earth, 
 The spring of the love of all my heart. 
 And the Fountain of my song Thou art ; 
 For dearer than the dearest now. 
 And better than the best, art Thou, 
 
 Beloved Lord, in whom I see 
 
 Joy-giving, glad Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 Lord Jesus, Thou hast been to me. 
 When I thought the dream of life was past, 
 And " the Master's home-call " come at last 
 When I thought I only had to wait 
 A little while at the Golden Gate, — 
 
64 
 
 " Under His Shadozv." 
 
 Only another day or two, 
 
 Till Thou Thyself should'st bear me through, 
 
 How real Thy presence was to me ! 
 
 How precious Thy Heality ! 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 Th)'- name is sweeter than songs of old, 
 Thy words are better than " most fine gold," 
 Thy deeds are greater than hero-glory. 
 Thy life is grander than poet-story ; 
 But Thou, Thyself, for aye the same, 
 Art more than words and life and name ; 
 • Thyself Thou hast revealed to me. 
 
 In glorious Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality, 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, is crowned in Thee 
 In Thee is every type fulfilled. 
 In Thee is every yearning stilled 
 For perfect beauty, truth, and love ; 
 For Thou art always far above 
 The grandest glimpse of our Ideal, 
 Yet more and more we know Thee Real 
 
 And marvel more and more to see 
 
 Thine infinite Reality. 
 
 Reality, reality 
 Of grace and glory dwells in Thee. 
 How real Thy mercy and Thy might ! 
 How real Thy love, how real Thy light ! 
 How real Thy truth and faithfulness ! 
 How real Thy blessing when Thou dost bless ! 
 
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Reality. 
 
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 How real Thy coming to dwell within ! 
 
 How real the triumphs Thou dost win ! 
 Does not the loving and glowing heart 
 Leap up to own how real Thou art % 
 
 Eeality, reality ! 
 Such let our adoration be ! 
 Father, we bless Thee with heart and voice, 
 For the wondrous grace of Thy sovereign choice, 
 That patiently, gently, sought us out 
 In the far-off land of death and doubt. 
 That drew us to Christ by the Spirit's might, 
 That opened our eyes to see the light 
 That arose in strange reality, 
 From the darkness falling on Calvary. 
 
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 Reality, reality, 
 
 Lord Jesus Christ, Thou art to me ! 
 My glorious King, my Lord, my God, 
 Life is too short for half the laud, 
 For half the debt of praise I owe 
 For this blest knowledge, that " I know 
 The reality of Jesus Christ ! " — 
 Unmeasured blessing, gift unpriced ! 
 
 Will I not praise Thee when I see 
 
 In the long noon of Eternity, 
 
 Unveiled, Thy " bright Reality ! " '^ ^\fl 
 
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 " Under His Shadozv." 
 
 ^<Sculcmcnt pour Kq'u 
 
 [Written for and sung liy some Swiss peasants at a Sunday 
 afternoon Bible reading, July 23rd, 1S7C.] 
 
 UE je sois, cher Sauveur, 
 Seulement a Toi ! 
 Soit Famour de tout mon coeur 
 
 Seulement pour Toi. 
 Je reviens a mon P6re 
 
 Seulement par Toi, 
 Ma confiance entiere 
 Sera en Toi, 
 
 Seulement en Toi. 
 
 Le pecli6 Tu as porte 
 
 Seul, seul pour moi ; 
 Et Ton sang Tu as vers6 
 
 Seul, seul pour moi. 
 Toute gloire, toute joie 
 
 Sera pour Toi ; 
 L'esi^erauce et la foi 
 
 Seront en Toi, 
 Seulement en Toi. 
 
 Aujourd'hui, cher Seigneur, 
 
 Acceptes-moi ! 
 Tu es seul mon grand Sauveur, 
 
 Tu es mon Eoi. 
 Tous mes moments, tons mes jours 
 
 Seront pour Toi ! 
 J6sus, gardes-moi toujours 
 
 Seulement pour Toi, 
 Seulement pour Toi. 
 
Ilclpfi von Ciaiiim. 
 
 Vincent nronks. Day i Siii, I.illi 
 
 VIEW FROM lliXSIIAUTS, GLACIER DU TRIENT 
 
A Song in the Night. 
 
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 Fin-Haut, 1876. 
 
 Que je cliante et que je pleure 
 
 Seulement pour Toi ! 
 Que je vive et que je meure 
 
 Seulement pour Toi ! 
 J6sus, qui m'as tant aim6 
 
 Mourant pour moi, 
 Toute mon 6ternite 
 
 Sera pour Toi, 
 
 Seulement pour Toi. 
 
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 •1 [Written in severe pain, Sunday afternoon, October 8th, 
 " -' 1876, at the Pension Weugen, Alps.] 
 
 2 TAKE this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 From Thine own hand. 
 The strength to bear it bravely 
 Thou wilt command. 
 
 I am too weak for effort, 
 
 So let me rest. 
 In hush of sweet submission, 
 ^^rv' Oil Thine own breast. 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 
 As proof indeed 
 That Thou art watching closely 
 
 My truest need : 
 
 That Thou, my Good Physician, 
 
 Art watching still ; 
 That all Thine oavti good pleasure 
 
 Thou wilt fulfil. 
 
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 " Under His Shadoiu." 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 What Thou dost choose 
 
 The soul that really loves Thee 
 Will not refuse. 
 
 It is not for the first time 
 
 I trust to-day ; 
 For Thee my heart has never 
 
 A trustless "Nay!" 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, 
 
 But what beside 1 
 'Tis no unmingled portion 
 
 Thou dost provide. 
 
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 In every hour of faintness, 
 
 My cup runs o'er 
 With faithfulness and mercy, 
 
 And love's sweet store. 
 
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 I take this pain. Lord Jesus, 
 
 As Thine own gift, 
 And true though tremulous praises 
 
 I now uplift. 
 
 I am too weak to sing them. 
 
 But Thou dost hear 
 The whisper from the pillow, — 
 
 Thou art so near ! 
 
 'Tis Thy dear hand, Saviour, 
 
 That presseth sore, 
 The hand that bears the nail-prints 
 
 For evermore. 
 
IV/iat will You do ivithont Him ? 69 
 
 And now beneath its shadow, 
 
 Hidden by Thee, 
 The pressure only tells me 
 
 Thou lovest me ! 
 
 I COULD not do without Him ! 
 
 Jesus is more to me 
 Than all the richest, fairest gifts 
 
 Of earth could ever be. 
 But the more I find Him precious — 
 
 And the more 1 find Him true — 
 The more I long for you to find 
 
 What He can be to you. 
 
 You need not do without Him, 
 
 For He is passing by, 
 He is waiting to be gracious, 
 
 Only waiting for your cry ; 
 He is waiting to receive you — 
 
 To make you all His own ! 
 Why will you do without Him, 
 
 And wander on alone 1 
 
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 Why will you do without Him 1 
 
 Is He not kind indeed 1 
 Did He not die to save you ? 
 
 Is He not all you need 1 
 Do you not want a Saviour ? 
 
 Do you not want a Friend ? — '~^^\ 
 One who Avill love you faithfully, Tf^^r^lf^MH; 
 
 And love you to the end 1 ^^-'W'V^ 
 
70 
 
 Under His Shadozv." 
 
 Why will you do without Him 1 
 
 The Word of God is true, 
 The world is passing to its doom- 
 
 And you are passing too. 
 It may be no to-morrow 
 
 Shall daAvn on you or me ; 
 Why will you run the awful risk 
 
 Of all eternity 1 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 
 In the long and dreary day 
 Of trouble and perplexity, 
 
 When you do not know the way, 
 And no one else can help you, 
 
 And no one guides you right, 
 And hope comes not with morning. 
 
 And rest comes not with night 1 
 
 You could not do without Him, 
 
 If once He made you see 
 The fetters that enchain you, 
 
 Till He hath set you free. 
 If once you saw the fearful load 
 
 Of sin upon your soul — 
 The hidden plague that ends in death, 
 
 Unless He makes you whole. 
 
 What will you do without Him 
 
 When death is drawing near ? 
 Without His love — the only love 
 
 That casts out every fear ; 
 When the shadow-valley opens, 
 
 Unlighted and unknown, 
 And the terrors of its darkness 
 
 Must all be passed alone ! 
 
IV/iat will Yo7i do ivithojit Him f 
 
 71 
 
 What will you do Avithout Him, 
 
 When the great white throne is set, 
 And the Judge Avho never can mistake, 
 
 And never can forget, — 
 The Judge whom you have never here 
 
 As Friend and Saviour sought. 
 Shall summon you to give account 
 
 Of deed and word and thought 1 
 
 What will you do without Him, 
 
 When He hath shut the door, 
 And you are left outside, because ^ » 
 
 You would not come before ? i-^^M 
 
 When it is no use knocking. 
 
 No use to stand and wait, ^l 
 
 For the word of doom tolls through your heari. 
 
 That terrible " Too late ! " 
 
 You cannot do without Him ! 
 
 There is no other Name 
 By which you ever can be saved, 
 
 No way, no hope, no claim ! 
 Without Him — everlasting loss 
 
 Of love, and life, and light ! 
 Without Him — everlasting woe, 
 
 And everlastinsc nia;ht. 
 
 But with Him — oh ! v;ith Jesus ! 
 
 Are any words so blest ] 
 With Jesus, everlasting joy 
 
 And everlasting rest ! 
 With Jesus, — all the empty heart 
 
 Filled with His perfect love ; 
 With Jesus, — perfect peace below, 
 
 And perfect bliss above. 
 
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 Under His SJiadowT 
 
 Why should you do without Him % 
 
 It is not yet too late ; 
 He has not closed the day of grace, 
 
 He has not shut the gate. 
 He calls you !— hush ! He calls you ! 
 
 He would not have you go 
 Another step without Hira, 
 
 Because He loves you so. 
 
 Re would not do without you ! 
 
 He calls and calls again — 
 " Come unto Me ! Come unto Me !" 
 
 Oh, shall He call in vain % 
 He wants to have you with Him ; 
 
 Do you not want Him too % 
 You cannot do without Him, 
 
 And He wants — even you. 
 
 TiiE Leasowes, 1S76. 
 
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 I " S:tf seining iLtgfjt, tljat S|}inct!} more 
 aiiU more unto tijc perfect ©ap." 
 
 (Prov. Iv. 18.) 
 
 YEAR ago the gold light 
 
 Sweet morning made for me ; 
 A tender and untold light. 
 
 Like music on the sea. 
 Light and music twining 
 
 In melodious glory, 
 A rare and radiant shining 
 
 On my changing story. 
 
Hclga von Cramm. 
 
 Vincent Brooks, Day & Son, Litli. 
 
 THE VOICE OF MANY WATERS. 
 THE BRUAR FALLS IN SCOTLAND. 
 
The Voice of Many Wafers. 
 
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 To-day the golden sunlight 
 
 Is full and broad and stron^ ; 
 The glory of the One light 
 
 Must overflow in sons: ; 
 Song that floweth ever, 
 
 Sweeter every day, 
 Song whose echoes never, 
 
 Never die away. 
 
 How shall the light be clearer 
 
 That is so bright to day I 
 How shall the hope be dearer 
 
 That pours such joyous ray ? 
 I am only waiting 
 
 For the answer golden, 
 What faith is antedatins: 
 
 Shall not be Avithholden. 
 
 ^C p^F^ ^Tfjc Foicc of iHanu abaters. 
 
 AR away I heard it, 
 
 iZ-'t'''^ ^^ Stealing through the pines, 
 Like a whisper saintl}^, 
 Falling dimly, faintly, 
 
 Through the terraced vines. 
 
 Freshening breezes bore it 
 
 Down the mountain slope ; 
 So I turned and listened. 
 While the sunlirdit "listened 
 On the sno^vy cope. 
 
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 " Under His Shadow^ 
 
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 Far away and dreamy 
 
 Was the Voice I heard ; 
 Yet it pierced and found me, 
 Through the voices round me- 
 Song without a word. 
 
 All the life and turmoil, 
 
 All the busy cheer 
 Melted in the flowing 
 Of that murmur, growing, 
 
 Claiming all my ear. 
 
 What the mountain-message, 
 
 I could never tell ; 
 Such Eolian fluting 
 Hath no language suiting 
 
 What we write and spell. 
 
 
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 Eather did it enter 
 
 Where no words can win, 
 Touching and unsealing 
 Springs of hidden feeling, 
 
 Slumbering deep within. 
 
 Voice of many Avaters 
 
 Only heard afar ! 
 Hushing, luring slowly, 
 With an influence holy. 
 
 Like the Orient Star. 
 
 Follow where it leadeth. 
 
 Till we stand below. 
 While the noble thunder 
 Wins the hush of wonder. 
 Silent in its glow. 
 
The Voice of Many Waters. 
 
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 Light and sound triumphant 
 
 Fill the eye and ear ; 
 Every pulse is beating 
 Quick unconsious greeting 
 To the vision near. 
 
 Eainbow-flames are wreathinec 
 
 In the dazzhng foam, 
 Fancy far transcending, 
 Power and beauty blending 
 In their radiant home. 
 
 All the dreamy longing 
 
 Passes out of sight. 
 In a swift surrender 
 To the joyous splendour 
 
 Of this song of miarht. 
 
 Self is lost and hidden 
 
 As it peals along ; 
 Fevered introspection, 
 Paler-browed reflection 
 
 Vanish in the song. 
 
 For the spirit, lifted 
 
 From the dulling mists, 
 Takes a stronger moulding, 
 As the sound enfolding, 
 Bears it where it lists. 
 
 Voice of many waters ! 
 
 Must we turn away 
 From the crystal chorus 
 Now resoundincc o'er us 
 
 Through the flashing spray .' 
 
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 Under his Shadoiv': 
 
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 Far away Ave hear it, 
 Floating from the sky ; 
 
 Mystic echo, falling 
 
 Through the stars, and calling 
 From the thrones on high. 
 
 There are voices round us. 
 
 Busy, quick, and loud ; 
 All day long we hear them, 
 "We are still so near them, 
 Still among the crowd. 
 
 Yet athwart the clamour 
 
 Falls it, faint a,nd sweet, 
 Like the softest harp-tone, 
 Passing every sharp tone 
 Down the noisy street. 
 
 To the soul-recesses 
 
 Cleaving then its way. 
 Waking hidden yearning, 
 Unwilled impulse turning 
 To the Far Away. 
 
 Far away — and viewless, 
 Yet not all unknown — 
 In the murmur tracing 
 Soft notes interlacing 
 "With familiar tone. 
 
 So we start and listen ! 
 
 While the murmur low 
 Falleth ever clearer, 
 Swelleth fuller, nearer 
 
 In melodious flow. 
 
The Voice of Many Waters. 
 
 Voice of many Avaters 
 
 From the height above 
 Husliing, hiring slowly 
 With its influence holy, 
 With its song of love ! 
 
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 Following where it leadeth, 
 Pilgrim feet shall stand, 
 Where the holy millions 
 Throng the fair pavilions 
 In the Glorious Land. 
 
 Where the sevenfold " Worthy ! 
 
 Hails the King of kings. 
 Blent with golden clashing 
 Of the crowns, and flashina: 
 
 Of cherubic wings ; 
 
 Rolls the Amen Chorus, 
 Old, yet ever new ; 
 ,^^/, Seal of blest allegiance, 
 . .'" }i\\ Pledge of bright obedience, 
 ' '^ Seal that God is true. 
 
 Through the solemn glory 
 
 Alleluias rise. 
 Mightiest exultation, 
 Holiest adoration, 
 
 Infinite surprise. 
 
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 " Under His Shadow.'' 
 
 There immortal powers 
 Meet immortal soug, 
 Heavenly image bearing, 
 Angel-essence sharing, 
 Excellent and strong. 
 
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 Strong to bear the glory 
 And the veil-less sight, 
 Strong to swell the thunders 
 And to know the Avonders 
 Of the home of light. 
 
 Voice of man)' waters ! 
 
 Everlasting laud ! 
 Hark ! it rushes nearer, 
 Every moment clearer, 
 
 From the Throne of God ! 
 
The Key Found. 79 
 
 There is a strange wild wail around, a wail of wild unrest, 
 
 A moaning in the music, with echoes unconfessed, 
 
 And a mocking twitter here and there, with small notes shrill 
 
 and thin, 
 And deep, low, shuddering groans that rise from caves of gloom 
 
 within. 
 
 And still the weird wail crosses the harmonies of God, 
 
 And still the wallers wander through His fau" lands, rich and 
 
 broad ; 
 Grave thought-explorers swell the cry of doubt and nameless 
 
 pain. 
 And careless feet, among the flowers, trip to the dismal strain. 
 
 They may wander as they will in the hopeless search for truth, 
 They may squander in the quest all the freshness of their youth. 
 They may wrestle with the nightmares of sin's unresting sleep. 
 They may cast a futile plummet in the heart's uufathomed 
 deep. 
 
 But they wait and Avail and wander in vain and still in vain. 
 Though they glory in the dimness and are proud of very pain ; 
 For a life of Titan struggle is but one sublime mistake. 
 While the spell-dream is upon them, and they cannot, will not 
 wake. 
 
 Awake, thou that sleepest ! I'he Deliverer is near ! 
 Arise, go forth to meet Him ! Bow down, for He is here ! 
 Ye shall count your true existence from this first, blessed tryst, 
 For He waiteth to reveal Himself, the Very God in Christ. 
 
8o " Under His Shadowy 
 
 For the soul is never satisfied, the life is incomplete, 
 And the symphonies of sorrow find no cadence calm and sweet, 
 And the earth -lights never lead us beyond the shadows grim, 
 And the lone heart never resteth till it findeth rest in Him. 
 
 Do ye doubt our feeble witness % Though ye scorn us, come 
 
 and see ! 
 Come and hear Him for yourselves, and ye shall know that 
 
 it is He ! 
 Ye shall find in Him the Centre, the Very Truth and Life, 
 Resplendent resolution of the endless doubt and strife. 
 
 Ye shall find a perfect fitness with your highest, deepest 
 
 thought. 
 In Him, the fair Ideal, that so long ye vainly sought, 
 In Him the grand Reality ye never found before, 
 In Him the Lord that ye must love, the God ye must adore. 
 
 Ye shall find in Him the filling of the " aching void " within ; 
 In Him the instant antidote for anguish and for sin ; 
 In Him the conscious meeting of the soul's unuttered need ; 
 In Ilim the All that ye have sought, the goal of life indeed. 
 
 As the light is to the eye, with its sensitive array 
 Of delicate adjustments with their finely balanced play, 
 With its instinct of perception, and its craving for the light, 
 So is Jesus to the spirit, when He gives the inward sight. 
 
 As the full and clear translation of some characters of fate, 
 With their sibylline enfoldings, of dim mysterious weight, 
 And a haunting terror lest the real be darker than the guessed ! 
 So is Jesus to the questions and enigmas of the breast. 
 
 As the key is to the lock, when it enters quick and true, 
 Fitting all the complex wards that are hidden from the view, 
 
The Key Found. 8 1 
 
 Moving all the secret springs that no other finds or moves, 
 So is Jesus to the soul, when His saving power He proves. 
 
 As the music to the ear, when the mightiest anthems roll. 
 With its corridors conveying every echo to the soul, 
 With its exquisite discernment of vibration and of tone, — 
 So is Jesus to the heart that is made for Him alone. 
 
 No need to prove the sunshine when the eye receives the light ! 
 When the cipher is deciphered, we know the clue is right ; 
 Tlie key is known by fitting the strange intricate wards ; 
 And the ears must own the music when they recognise the 
 chords. 
 
 No need to prove a Saviour, when once the heart believes. 
 And the light of God's own glory in Jesus Christ receives ! 
 No need for weary puzzle, with heart-lore strange and dim. 
 When we find our dark enigmas are simply solved in Him ! 
 
 We cannot doubt our finding the very Key indeed, 
 When Jesus fills up every void, responds to every need, 
 When all the secrets of our hearts before Him are revealed, 
 And all the mystery of life, alone with Him, unsealed. 
 
 We cannot doubt, when once the ear of listening faith has 
 
 heard. 
 With all-responsive thrill of love, the music of His Avord ! 
 He gives the witness that excels all argument or sign, — 
 When we have heard it for ourselves we Icnow it is Divine ! 
 
 And then, oh, then the wail is stilled, the wandering is o'er, 
 The rest is gained, the certainty that never wavers more ; 
 And then the full, unquivering praise arises glad and strong, 
 And life becomes the prelude of the everlasting song ! 
 
 Decemfcer 14<A, 1S78. (Her last birthday.) 4 
 
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 " Under His Shadow." 
 
 That part is finished ! I lay down my pen, 
 
 And wonder if the thoughts will flow as fast 
 Through the more diflEicult defile. For the last 
 
 Was easy, and the channel deeper then. 
 My Master, I will trust Thee for the rest ; 
 Give me just what Thou wilt, and that will be my best. 
 
 How can I tell the varied, hidden need 
 Of Thy dear children, all unknown to me, 
 
 Who at some future time may come and read 
 What I have written ! All are known to Thee. 
 
 As Thou hast helped me, help me to the end ; 
 
 Give me Thy own sweet messages of love to send. 
 
 So now, I pray Thee, keep my hand in Thine, 
 And guide it as Thou wilt. I do not ask 
 
 To understand the wherefore of each line ; 
 Mine is the sweeter, easier, happier task 
 
 Just to look up to Thee for every word, 
 
 Eest in Thy love, and trust, and know that I am heard. 
 
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 O SWEET Sabbath bells 
 
 A message of musical chiming 
 
 Ye bring us from God, and we know what you say ; 
 
 Now rising, now falling, 
 
 So tunefully calling 
 His children to seek Him, and praise Him to-day. 
 
 The day we love best ! 
 
 The brightest and best of the seven. 
 The pearl of the week, and the light of our way ; 
 
 "VVe hold it a treasure. 
 
 And count it a pleasure, 
 To welcome its dawning and praise Him to-day. 
 
 O sweet Sabbath rest ! 
 
 The gift of our Father in heaven ; 
 A herald sent down from the home far away, 
 
 With peace for the weary. 
 
 And joy for the dreary ; 
 Then, oh ! let us thank Him, and praise Him to-day, 
 
 Rejoice and be glad ! 
 
 'Tis the day of our Saviour and Brother, 
 The Life that is risen, the Truth and the Way ; 
 
 Salvation He brought us, 
 7^-/tf^J;fj> When wand'ring He sought us, 
 
 ■^^^ ^ With blood He hath bought us ; then praise Him to-day 
 
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 UDS and bells ! Sweet April pleasures, 
 
 Springing all around, 
 White and gold and crimson treasures. 
 
 From the cold unlovely ground ! 
 He who gave them grace and hue, 
 
 Made the little children too ! 
 
 When the weary little flowers 
 
 Close their starry eyes, 
 By the dark and dewy hours, 
 
 Strength and freshness God supplies. 
 He who sends the gentle dew, 
 
 Cares for little children too. 
 
 Then He gives the pleasant weather, 
 
 Sunshine warm and free, 
 Making all things glad together, 
 
 Kind to them and kind to me. 
 Lovely flowers ! He loveth you. 
 
 And the little children too ! 
 
 Though we cannot hear you singing 
 
 Softly chiming lays. 
 Surely God can see you bringing 
 
 Silent songs of wordless praise ! 
 Hears your anthem, sweet and true, 
 
 Hears the little children too. 
 
Evening Prayer. 
 
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 OW the light has gone away, 
 Saviour, listen while T pray, 
 ^, J, Asking Thee to watch and keep, 
 ^MAnd to send me quiet sleep. 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, wash away 
 All that has been wrong to-day, 
 Help me every day to be 
 Good and gentle, more like Thee. 
 
 Let my near and dear ones be 
 Always near and dear to Thee ; 
 Oh, bring me and all I love 
 To Thy happy home above. 
 
 Now my evening praise I give ; 
 Thou didst die that I might live. 
 All my blessings come from Thee ; 
 Oh, how good Thou art to me ! 
 
 Thou, my best and kindest Friend, ^ 
 Thou wilt love me to the end ! 6'^-^ ^ 
 Let me love Thee more and more. 
 Always better than before ! 
 
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 CJwrds for Children. 
 
 Stars. 
 
 The golden glow is paling 
 
 Between the cloudy bars ; 
 I'm watching in the twilight 
 
 To see the little stars. 
 I wish that they would sing to-night 
 
 Their song of long ago ; ^ 
 If we were only nearer them, 
 
 What might we hear and know ! 
 
 Are they the eyes of Angels, 
 
 That always wake to keei> 
 A loving watch above us, 
 
 While we are fast asleep 1 
 Or are they lamps that God has lit 
 
 From His own glorious light, 
 To guide the little children's souls 
 
 Whom He will call to-night 1 
 
 We hardly see them tmnkle 
 
 In any summer night, 
 But in the winter evenings 
 
 They sparkle clear and bright. ^ 
 
 When the inorniii"' stars sang together." — Job xxxviii. 7. 
 
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My Little Tree. 
 
 Is tliis to tell the little ones, 
 
 So hungry, cold, and sad, 
 That there's a shining home for them, 
 
 Where all is warm and glad l 
 
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 More beautiful and glorious. 
 
 And never cold and far. 
 Is He who always loves them. 
 
 The Bright and Morning Star. 
 I wish those little children knew 
 
 That holy, happy light ! 
 Lord Jesus, shine on them, I pray, 
 
 And make them glad to-night. 
 
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 HEY tell me that my little tree 
 
 Is only just my age, but see, 
 JilZ- Already ripe and rosy fruit 
 ^^-^ Is peeping under every shoot ! 
 
 How little have I brought, 
 ^^^ But withered leaves of foolish thought ; 
 
 And angry words like thorn, 
 
 How many have I borne ! 
 
 No fruit my little tree can bring, 
 Without the gentle rain of sprin 
 Nor could it ever ripen one, 
 
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 Without the glowing summer sun 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 Father ! shed on me 
 Thy Holy Spirit from above, 
 That I may bring to Thee 
 The golden fruit of love. 
 
 Let sunshine of Thy grace increase 
 The pleasant fruit of joy and peace, 
 With purple bloom of gentleness, 
 That most of all my home may bless ; 
 While faith and goodness meet 
 In ruby ripeness rich and sweet ; 
 Let these in me be found, 
 And evermore abound. 
 
 ^{)2 ittnQtiom Come, 
 
 OD of heaven ! hear our singing ; 
 Only little ones are we, 
 
 -r ^W ^^^ ^ great petition bringing, 
 ^^'^ iT Father, now we come to Thee. 
 
 Let Thy kingdom come, we pray Thee, 
 Let the world in Thee find rest ; 
 
 Let all know Thee, and obey Thee, 
 Loving, praising, blessing, blessed ! 
 
 Let the sweet and joyful story 
 Of the Saviour's wondrous love. 
 
 Wake on earth a song of glory, 
 Like the angels' song above. 
 
The Moon. 
 
 Father, send the glorious hour, 
 Every heart be Thine alone ! 
 
 For the kingdom, and the power, 
 And the glory are Thine own. 
 
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 "The moon walking in brightness."— Job xxxi. 23. 
 
 OT long ago the moon was dark, 
 
 ^^^ -^^ ^^S^t she gave or gained ; 
 i'^ ^^ She did not look upon the sun, 
 
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 So all her glory waned. 
 Now through the sky so broad and high, 
 
 In robe of shining whiteness, 
 Among the solemn stars of God, 
 
 She walks in brightness. 
 
 Look up to Him who is the Sun, 
 
 The True and Only Light, 
 And seek the glory of His face. 
 
 His smile so dear and bright. 
 Then making gladness all around, 
 
 By gentleness and rightness. 
 Yon, too, shall shine with light divine. 
 
 And walk in brightness. 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
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 J ITTLE Jessie, darling pet, 
 ^^' Do you Avant a Friend ? 
 
 One who never will forget, 
 Loving to the end ; 
 ^* One whom you can tell when sad 
 Everything that grieves ; 
 One who loves to make you glad. 
 One who never leaves. 
 
 Such a loving Friend is ours, 
 
 Near us all the day, 
 Helping us in lesson hours, 
 
 Smiling on our play ; 
 Keeping us from doing wrong, 
 
 Guarding everywhere. 
 Listening to each happy song 
 
 And each little prayer. 
 
 Jessie, if you only knew 
 
 What He is to me. 
 Surely you would seek Him too, 
 
 You would " come and see." 
 Come, and you will find it true, 
 
 Happy you will be ; 
 Jesus says, and says to you, 
 
 " Come, oh come to Me." 
 
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The Bower — Trust. 
 
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 Will you come out and see 
 
 My pretty bower with me, 
 My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made ; 
 
 With windows up on high, 
 
 Through which I see the sky, 
 And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade % 
 
 The sunbeams come and go 
 
 So brightly to and fro, 
 Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen ! 
 
 They weave a curtain fair 
 
 About my doorway there, 
 And paint all my walls with shining gold and green. 
 
 I have sweet music too, 
 
 And lovely songs for you, 
 To hear in my house among the lilac leaves ; 
 
 For breezes softly play. 
 
 And robins sing all day ; 
 I think this is praise that God on high receives. 
 
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 Erust. 
 
 Sadly bend the flowers 
 
 In the heavy rain ; 
 After beating showers. 
 
 Sunbeams come again. 
 Little birds are silent 
 
 All the dark night through ; 
 
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 Chords for CJiildi'en. 
 
 When the morning dawneth, 
 Their son2;s are sweet and new. 
 
 When a sudden sorrow 
 
 Comes like cloud and night, 
 Wait for God's to-morrow ; 
 
 All will then be bright. 
 Only wait and trust Him 
 
 Just a little while ; 
 After evening tear-drops 
 
 Shall come the morning smile. 
 
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 5ri)e ©Bincr Sister, 
 
 ARLING boy, 
 
 Sister's joy, 
 (|:^-f^^ With your loving smile, 
 s^ "l^/ -^^^^ ™^ now, 
 
 ^^M^yp- j "" Stay with me awhile ! 
 -^7 f t\^l He who has loved me, 
 ^ He whom I long to see. 
 
 Calls me away ; 
 
 I must not stay. 
 
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 He is near, 
 
 True and dear, 
 Darling, do not cry ! 
 
 Jesus too 
 
 Loveth you, 
 Loves vou more than I. 
 
The Dyi)ig Sister. 
 
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 Kneel by my pillow here, 
 Tell Him the soitow, dear ; 
 He is so kind, 
 This you will find. 
 
 Angels bright, 
 Robed in light. 
 In that happy home, 
 Singing wait 
 At the gate, 
 Till He bids me come. 
 Soon, brother, I shall see 
 Him who has died for me ; 
 I am so glad. 
 Yet you are sad. 
 
 Hymn and prayer 
 
 We did share, 
 Many an ev'ning past ; 
 
 Jesus heard 
 
 Ev'ry word. 
 This may be the last. 
 Ere next the light grows dim, 
 I may be there with Him. 
 
 Praising Him too, 
 
 Waiting for you ! 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
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 Clje Angels' Song, 
 
 Now let us sing the Angels' Song, 
 
 That rang so sweet and clear, 
 When heavenly light and music fell 
 
 On earthly eye and ear. 
 To Him we sing, our Saviour King, 
 
 Who always deigns to hear : 
 
 " Glory to God ! and peace on earth." 
 
 He came to tell the Father's love, 
 His goodness, truth, and grace ; 
 
 To show the brightness of His smile, 
 The glory of His face ; 
 
 With His own light, so full and bright. 
 The shades of death to chase. 
 
 "Glory to God ! and peace on earth." 
 
 He came to bring the weary ones 
 
 True peace and perfect rest ; 
 To take away the guilt and sin 
 
 Which darkened and distressed ; 
 That great and small might hear His call. 
 
 And all in Him be blessed. 
 
 " Glory to God ! and peace on earth." 
 
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 He came to bring a glorious gift, 
 " Goodwill to men ; " — and why % 
 
 Because He loved us, Jesus came 
 For us to live and die. 
 
 Then, sweet and long, the Angels' Song 
 Again we raise on high : 
 
 " Glory to God ! and peace on earth." 
 
IV //o ivill take Care of Me? 
 
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 HO will take care of me % darling, you say ! 
 Lovingly, tenderly watched as you are ! 
 ■ V3xP\rT Is Listen ! I give you the answer to-day, 
 \ J^^^ ci- ONE who is never forgetful or far ! 
 
 He will take care of you ! all through the day, 
 Jesus is near you to keep you from ill ; 
 
 Walking or resting, at lessons or play, 
 Jesus is with you and watching you still. 
 
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 He will take care of you ! all through the night, 
 Jesus, the Shepherd, His little one keeps ; 
 
 Darkness to Him is the same as the light ; 
 He never slumbers and He never sleeps. 
 
 He will take care of you ! all through the year, 
 Crowning each day with His kindness and love, ^■ 
 
 Sending you blessing and shielding from fear, 
 Leading you on to the bright home above. 
 
 He will take care of you ! yes, to the end ! 
 
 Nothins; can alter His love to His own. 
 Darling, be glad that you have such a Friend, 
 
 He will not leave you one moment alone ! c*. 
 
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 CJiords for CJiildren. 
 
 ?Lobc for iLobc* 
 
 1 John iv. 16. 
 
 Knowing that the God on high, 
 With a tender Father's grace, 
 
 Waits to hear your faintest cry, 
 Waits to show a Father's face, — 
 
 Stay and think ! — oh, should not you 
 
 Love this gracious Father too % 
 
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 Knowing Christ was cruciiied. 
 Knowing that He loves you now 
 
 Just as much as when He died 
 
 With the thorns upon His brow, — 
 
 Stay and think ! — oh, should not you 
 
 Love this blessed Saviour too % 
 
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 Knowing that a Spirit strives 
 
 With your Aveary, wandering heart, 
 
 Who can change the restless lives. 
 Pure and perfect peace impart, — 
 
 Stay and think ! — oh, should not you 
 
 Love this loving Spirit too ? 
 
 Asking. 
 
 Luke xi. 13. 
 
 Heavenly Father, Thou hast told 
 Of a Gift more precious than pearls and gold ; 
 A Gift that is free to every one, 
 Through Jesus Christ, Thy only Son : 
 For His sake, give it to me. 
 
Something to do. 
 
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 Oh, give it to me ! for Jesus said, 
 That a fixther giveth his children bread. 
 And how much more Thou wilt surely give 
 The Gift by which the dead shall live ! 
 For Christ's sake, give it to me. 
 
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 If Thou ha&t said it, I must believe 
 It is only " ask " and I shall receive ; 
 If Thou hast said it, it must be true, 
 And there's nothing else for me to do ! 
 For Christ's sake, give it to me. 
 
 So I come and ask, because my need. 
 Is very great and real indeed. 
 On the strength of Thy Word I come and say, 
 Oh, let Thy Word come true to-day ! , 
 
 For Christ's sake, give it to me ! (r^ 
 
 <Somctljin(j to ©o, 
 
 OMETHING to do, mamma, something to do !" 
 Who has not heard the cry 1 
 -,^ Something to plan and something to try ! 
 
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 CJiords for Children. 
 
 Soraetliing to do when the sky is blue, 
 
 And the sun is clear and high ; 
 Something to do on a rainy day, 
 Tired of lessons or tired of play ; 
 Something to do in the morning Avalk, 
 Better than merely to stroll and talk. 
 For the fidgety feet, oh, something to do. 
 For the mischievous fingers something too ; 
 For the busy thought in the little brain, 
 
 For the longing love of the little heart, 
 Something easy, and nice, and plain ; 
 
 Something in which they can all take part ; 
 Something better than breakable toys. 
 Something for girls and something for boys ! 
 I know, I know, and I'll tell you too. 
 Something for all of you now to do ! 
 
 First, you must listen ! Do you know 
 Where the poor sick children go % 
 Think of hundreds all together 
 In the pleasant summer weather. 
 Lying sadly day by day, 
 Having pain instead of play ; 
 No dear mother sitting near, 
 
 No papa to kiss good-night ; 
 Brothers, sisters, playmates dear. 
 
 All away and out of sight. 
 Little feet that cannot go 
 Where the pink-tipped daisies grow ; 
 Little eyes that never see 
 Bud or blossom, bird or tree ; 
 Little hands that folded lie 
 As the weary weeks go by. 
 
SomctJiing to do. 
 
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 What if you could send them flowers, 
 Brighteniug up the dismal hours ? 
 
 Then the hospitals for others, 
 
 For the fathers and the mothers ; 
 
 Where the weary sufferers lie, 
 While the weeks go slowly past, 
 Some with hope of cure at last, 
 
 Some to suffer till they die. 
 
 Now, Avhile you are scampering free, 
 
 In your happy springtide glee, 
 
 They are lying sadly there, 
 
 Weak and sick — oh, don't you care? 
 
 Don't you want to cheer each one ? 
 
 Don't you wish it could be done % 
 
 J .5> Then the poor old people too, 
 '^ In the dreary workhouse-room. 
 Nothing all day long to do. 
 
 Nothing to light up the gloom ! 
 Older, weaker, every day, 
 All their children gone away ; 
 Nothing pleasant, nothing bright, 
 For the dimming, aching sight. 
 Would it not be nice to send 
 Nosegays by some loving friend % 
 
 Then if you could only see 
 
 Where so many thousands live, 
 All in sin and misery. 
 Dirt and noise and poverty, 
 
 What, oh, what would you not give. 
 Just some little thing to do 
 
 That might do a little good ! 
 Don't you want to help them too? 
 
 I will tell you how you could ! 
 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 Gather flowers for Jesus' sake, 
 For a loving hand to take 
 Into all those di'eadful places, 
 Bringing smiles to haggard faces, 
 Bringing tears to hardened eyes ; 
 Bringing back the memories 
 Of the home so long ago 
 Left for wickedness and woe, 
 Of the time, so far away, 
 When they learned to sing and pray. 
 Oh, you cannot guess the power 
 Of a little simple flower ! 
 
 And yet the message they should bear, 
 Of God our Father's love and care. 
 Is never really read aright 
 Without the Holy Spirit's light ; — 
 Without the voice of Jesus, heard 
 In His own sweet and mighty word. 
 And so we never send the flower's 
 With only messages of ours ; 
 But every group of buds and bells 
 The story of salvation tells. 
 Let every little nosegay bring 
 ^^^~ !N"ot only fragrance of the spring, 
 
 But sweeter fragrance of His Name, 
 
 Who saves and pardons, soothes and heals, 
 i^ The living Saviour, still the Same, 
 Who every pain and sorrow feels. 
 The little texts are sweeter far 
 Than lily-bell or primrose star ; 
 And He will help you just to choose 
 The very words that He will use. 
 Now will it not be real deliiiht 
 
SomctJiiiig to do. 
 
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 To find them out and make a list 
 Of promise- words, so strong and bright, 
 So full of comfort and of light, 
 
 That all their meaning can't be missed % 
 Think how every one may be 
 
 God's own message from above 
 To some little girl or boy, 
 Changing sadness into joy, 
 Soothing some one's dreadful pain, 
 Making some one glad again. 
 
 With His comfort and His love ! 
 Calling them to Jesus' feet, 
 Showing them what He has done ! 
 Darlings, will it not be sweet 
 
 If He blesses only one ! 
 Only one 1 Nay, ask Him still, 
 
 Ask Him evny one to bless ! 
 He»can do it, and He will ; 
 
 Do not let us ask Him less ! 
 
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 Now then, set to work at once, 
 If you're not a thorough dunce ! 
 Cut the little holders squarely, 
 
 Keep the edges smooth and straight 
 Now the paint box : artists bold ! 
 
 Paint the borders firm and fiiirly 
 With your prettiest red or gold ! 
 
 Easy this, at any rate. 
 Now for writing — clearest, neatest, 
 
 (Or it may be gently hinted, 
 
 Better still if neatly printed.) 
 Tracing words the strongest, sweetest, - 
 Words that must and Avill avail, 
 Though the loveliest blossoms fail. 
 
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 Chords for Children . 
 
 Then awcay, away, the first fine day ! 
 Follow the breeze that is out at play, 
 Follow the bird and follow the bee, 
 Follow the butterfly flitting free, 
 
 For I think they know 
 "Where the sweetest wildflowers grow ; 
 Bluebells in the shady dingle, 
 Where the violet-odours mingle ; 
 Where the fairy primrose lamp 
 
 Seems to light the hawthorn shade ; 
 Orchis in the meadow damp, 
 
 Cowslip in the sunny glade. 
 (But not the pale anemone, 
 For that will fade so speedily.) 
 Hedge and coppice, lane and field, 
 Gather all the store they yield ! 
 Buttercups and daisies too. 
 Though so little prized by you, 
 AVill be gold and silver treasure, 
 In their power of giving pleasure. 
 To the poor in city alleys. 
 Far away from hills and valleys, 
 Who have never seen them grow 
 Since their childhood, long ago ; 
 Or to children pale and small, 
 Who never saw them grow at all ! 
 And don't forget the fair green leaves 
 
 That have their own sweet tales to tell 
 And waving grass that humbly Aveaves 
 
 The emerald robe of bank and dell. 
 
 Is there some one at home who cannot 
 To gather the flowers as they grow ] 
 Then there is plenty for her to do 
 In making the nosegays up for you ; 
 
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 " Of a Starry primrose growing; 
 Or, a brooklet, swift and l)right."' 
 
Loving Messages for the Little Ones. 
 
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 Getting them ready to travel away, 
 
 lu time for the work of the coming day. 
 
 But oh, how busy you will be 
 
 When the packing must be done ! 
 Oh, the bustle and the glee. 
 
 Will it not be famous fun 1 
 And when the box is gone away, 
 
 The pleasure need not all be past ; 
 
 I think it will not be the last ! 
 Just set to work another day ! 
 
 And send some more 
 
 From the beautiful store 
 Which God keeps sending you fresh and new, 
 
 And thank Him too 
 That He has given you " Something to do ! " 
 
 iLobing f^essagcs for tje iLittle ©nrs.' 
 
 "PVERY little flower that grows, 
 Every little grassy blade, 
 
 Every little dewdrop, shows 
 
 Jesus cares for all He made ; 
 
 Jesus loves, and Jesus knows ! 
 So you need not be afraid ! 
 
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 Cliords for Children. 
 
 ■pAiR the blossoms opening early 
 
 For the dew 
 Fell upon them, cool and pearly, 
 
 Brightening every hue. 
 Like a little thirsty flower, 
 
 Lift your face, 
 Seek the gentle, holy shower 
 
 Of the Spirit's grace. 
 
 p RACE and glory ! They are yours 
 Through the Saviour's dying love ; 
 
 For His own sweet word endures 
 Lono;er than the stars above. 
 
 It shall never pass away. 
 
 So trust His living love to-day. 
 
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 TJAVE you not a song for Jesus % 
 
 All the little buds and flowers, 
 All the merry birds and breezes, 
 
 All the sunbeams and the showers. 
 Praise Him in their own sweet way ! 
 What have you to sing to-day % 
 Bring your happiest songs, and sing 
 For your Saviour and your King. 
 
Auntie s Lessons. 
 
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 TTNOWING Christ was crucified, 
 
 Knowing tliat He loves you now 
 
 Just as mucli as wlien He died 
 
 Witli the thorns upon His brow,- 
 
 Stay and think ! oh, should not you, 
 
 Love this blessed Saviour too % 
 
 QPENING flowers I send to you 
 
 With a message sweet and true. 
 They may fade, but Jesus lives, 
 Peace and grace and joy He gives. 
 Come to Him and you will know 
 What He waiteth to bestow ! 
 
 Auntie's ILcssons* 
 
 They said their texts, and their hymns they sang. 
 
 On that sunny Sabbath-day ; 
 And yet there was time ere the church-bell rang, 
 
 So I bid them trot away. 
 And leave me to rest and read alone. 
 Where the ash -tree's shade o'er the lawn was thrown. 
 
 But oh ! 'twas a cry and a pleading sore, 
 
 " O Auntie ! we will not tease, 
 But tell us one Sunday story more, 
 
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 Oiords for CJiildren. 
 
 We will sit so still on the grassy floor ; 
 
 Tell us the one you told before 
 Of little black Mumu, please, 
 Whom deaf and dumb, and sick and lone, 
 The good ship brought to Sierra Leone !" 
 
 AVillie begged loud, and Francie low, 
 And Alice, who could resist her ] 
 
 Certainly not myself, and so 
 
 The story was just beginning, when lo ! 
 To the rescue came my sister : 
 I will tell you a story to-day. 
 
 Aunt Fanny has all her own lessons to say !" 
 
 Wonderful notion, and not at all clear ! 
 
 Alfred looked quite astounded. 
 Who in the world my lessons could hear % 
 They guessed at every one far and near ; 
 
 'Twas a mystery unbounded. 
 They settled at last that it must be 
 Grandpapa Havergal over the sea. 
 
 Then merry eyes grew grave and wise, 
 
 On tiptoe Alice trod ; 
 She had a better thought than they, 
 And Avhispered low, — " Does Auntie say 
 
 Her lessons all to God % " 
 How little the import deep she knew 
 Of those baby-words, so sweet and true ! 
 
 Little she kneAV what they enfold ! — 
 A treasure of happy thought ; 
 
 A tiny casket of virgin gold. 
 
 With jewels of comfort fraught. — 
 
 Great men's wisdom may pass away, 
 
 Dear Alice's words in my heart will stay. 
 
TJie Happiest Christmas Day. 
 
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 Ef)c !l?appicst (JTijristmas Sag, 
 
 Sybil, my little one, come away, 
 1 have a plan for Christmas Day : 
 Put on your hat, and trot with me, 
 A dear little suffering girl to see. 
 
 'Tis not very far, and there's plenty of time, 
 For the bells have not begun to chime ; 
 So, Sybil, over the sparkling snow, 
 To dear little Lizzie let us go. 
 
 Dear little Lizzie is ill and weak, 
 Only just able to smile and speak. 
 Yesterday morning I stood by her bed ; 
 Now, shall I tell you what she said % 
 
 "Christmas is coming to-morroAv," said L 
 " I shall be happy ! " was Lizzie's reply ; 
 " Happy, so happy ! " I wish you had heard 
 How sweetly and joyously rang that word. 
 
 '^ Dear little Lizzie, lying in pain. 
 With never a hope to be better again. 
 Lying so lonely, what will you do % 
 JVhy will the day be so happy to you ] " 
 
 Lizzie looked up with a smile as bright 
 As if she were full of some new delight ; 
 And the sweet little lips just parted to say, 
 " I shall think of Jesus all Christmas Day ! 
 
 How would you like to take her the spray 
 Of red-berried holly I gave you to-day '? 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 And what if we gave her the pretty wreath too 
 That Bertha has made with ivy and yew % 
 
 The green and the scarlet would brighten the gloom 
 
 Of dear little Lizzie's shady room ; 
 
 And, Sybil, I know she would like us to sing 
 
 A Christmas song of the new-born King. 
 
 Sybil, my little one, if we do, 
 It will help us to "think of Jesus" too; 
 And Lizzie was right, for that is the way 
 To have the happiest Christmas Day. 
 
 Comms into tf)e %\^z. 
 
 UT in the midsummer sunshine, 
 
 Out in the golden light, 
 Merrily helping the gardener. 
 
 Ever so busy and bright, — 
 With tiny barrow and rake and hoe, 
 Helena flitted to and fro. 
 
 But the midsummer sun rose higher 
 
 Over the flowery spot ; 
 " I must rest a little now," she said, 
 
 " I am so tired and hot. 
 Oh, let me come to you, and look 
 At the pictures in your beautiful book." 
 
ComiJiiT into the SJiade. 
 
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 Why we should leave the sunny lawn 
 
 She did not understand, 
 But cheerily, trustfully, Helena laid 
 
 In mine, her little brown hand. 
 And I led her away to a shady room, 
 To rest in the coolness and the gloom. 
 
 For she could not have seen the pictures 
 
 Out in that dazzling light ; 
 The book was there with its colours fair, 
 
 But the sunshine was too bright. 
 But in the shade I could let her look 
 At the pictures in my beautiful book. 
 
 " I have never seen them before," she said, 
 
 " I am so glad I came ! 
 And the gardener will manage the flowers, I think, 
 
 Without me, just the same ! 
 And I need not trouble at all, you know, 
 About my barrow and rake and hoe." 
 
 So page after page was gently turned. 
 
 As I showed her one by one, 
 And told her what the pictures meant, 
 
 Till the beautiful book was done. 
 And then — I shall not soon forget 
 The loving kiss of my tiny pet. 
 
 And now — I shall not soon forget 
 
 The lesson she had taught. 
 How from the sunshine into the shade 
 
 God's little ones are brought, 
 That they may see what He could not show 
 Among the flowers in the summer glow. 
 
 Upton Bishop Vicarage, Ocfcber 19, 1875 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 i^ome Eo^NiQijt, 
 
 HE lessons are done, and the prizes won, 
 
 And the counted weeks are past. 
 the holiday joys of the girls and boys 
 
 Who are " home to-night " at last ! 
 the ringing beat of the springing feet 
 
 As into the hall they rush ! 
 the tender bliss of the first home kiss, 
 
 With its moment of fervent hush ! 
 So much to tell, and to hear as well. 
 
 As they gather around the glow ! 
 Who would not part, for the joy of heart 
 
 That only the parted can know — 
 At home to-night ! 
 
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 But all have not met — there are travellers yet 
 
 Speeding along through the dark, 
 By tunnel and bridge, past river and ridge, 
 
 To the distant yet nearing mark. 
 Yet hearts are warm, for the winter storm 
 
 Has never a chill for love ; 
 And faces are bright in the flickering light 
 
 Of the pale dim lamp above. 
 And voices of gladness rise over the madness 
 
 Of the whirl and the rush and the roar ; 
 For, rapid and strong, it bears them along 
 
 To a home and an open door — 
 
 Yes, home to-night. 
 
Nezu- Year Hymn. 
 
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 III. 
 O home to-night, home to night ! 
 
 Through the pearly gate and the open door, 
 Some happy feet on the golden street 
 
 Are entering now to go out no more. 
 For the work is done, and the rest begun, 
 
 And the training time is for ever past ; 
 And the home of rest in the mansions blest 
 
 Is safely and joyously reached at last. 
 the love and light in that home to-night ! 
 
 the songs of bliss and the harps of gold ! 
 the glory shed on the new-crowned head, 
 
 the telling of love that can ne'er be told ! 
 the welcome that Avaits at the shining gates 
 
 For those who are following far, yet near, 
 When all shall meet at His glorious feet. 
 
 In the light and the love of that home so dear, — 
 Yes, home to-night ! 
 
 I^eixi^gcar ^omn. 
 
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 Jesus, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Help us now to raise 
 Songs of glad thanksgiving, 
 
 Songs of holy praise. 
 how kind and gracious 
 
 Thou hast always been ! 
 O how many blessings 
 
 Every day hast seen ! 
 
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 CJiords for Cliildren. 
 
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 Jesus, blessed Saviour, 
 Now our praises hear. 
 
 For Thy grace and favour 
 Crowning all the year. 
 
 Jesus, holy Saviour, 
 
 Only Thou canst tell 
 How we often stumbled, 
 
 How we often fell ! 
 All our sins (so many !), 
 
 Saviour, Thou dost know ; 
 In Thy blood most precious, 
 Wash us white as snow. 
 Jesus, blessed Saviour, 
 Keep us in Thy fear^ 
 Let Thy grace and favour 
 Pardon all the year. 
 
 Jesus, loving Saviour, 
 
 Only Thou dost know 
 All that may befall us 
 
 As we onward go. 
 So we humbly pray Thee, 
 
 Take us by the hand, 
 Lead us ever upward 
 To the Better Land. 
 Jesus, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Keep us ever near, 
 Let Thy grace and favour 
 Shield us all the year. 
 
Begin at Once. 
 
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 Jesus, precious Saviour, 
 
 Make us all Thine own, 
 Make us Thine for ever. 
 Make us Thine alone. 
 Let each day, each moment. 
 
 Of this glad New-year, 
 Be for Jesus only, 
 Jesus, Saviour dear. 
 
 Then, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Never need we fear, 
 For Thy grace and favour 
 Crown our bright New-yeai- ! 
 
 Begin at (Dnce, 
 
 BAND OF HOPE SONG. 
 
 
 EGIN at once ! In the pleasant days, 
 While we are all together, 
 While we can join in prayer and praise. 
 While we can meet for healthful plays. 
 
 In the glow of summer weather. 
 Begin at once, with heart and hand, 
 And swell the ranks of our happy band. 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 Begin at once ! For we do not know 
 What may befall to-morrow ! 
 
 Many a tempter, many a foe 
 
 Lietli in wait where'er you go, 
 
 With the snare that leads to sorrow. 
 
 Begin at once ! nor doubting stand. 
 
 But swell the ranks of our happy band. 
 
 Begin at once ! There is much to do ; 
 
 Oh, do not wait for others ! 
 Join us to-day ! — be brave and true ; 
 Join us to-day ! — there's room for you, 
 
 And a welcome from your brothers. 
 Begin at once ! for the work is grand 
 That God has given to our happy band. 
 
 Begin at once ! In the strength of God, 
 
 For that will never fail you ! 
 Under His banner, bright and broad, 
 You shall be safe from fear and fraud, 
 And from all that can assail you. 
 Begin at once, — with resolute stand. 
 And swell the ranks of our happy band. 
 
" Thafs not tJic Way at Sea:' 
 
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 ^Jat'S not tljc SHatf at Sea/' 
 
 V Reply of Captain Bonrchier of tlie training-ship GoKath, 
 when his boys entreated him to save himself from the 
 burning wreck. 1S76. 
 
 E stood upon the fiery declc, 
 
 Our Captain kind and brave ! 
 He would not leave the burning wreck, 
 
 "While there was one to save. 
 We wanted him to go before, 
 
 And we would follow fast ; 
 We could not bear to leave him there, 
 
 Beside the blazing mast. 
 But his voice rang out in a cheery shout, 
 
 And noble words spoke he, — 
 " That's not the way at sea, my boys, 
 
 That's not the way at sea ! " 
 
 So each one did as he was bid. 
 
 And into the boats we passed, 
 While closer came the scorching flame, 
 
 And our Captain was the last. 
 Yet once again he dared his life, 
 
 One little lad to save ; 
 Then we pulled to shore from the blaze and roar, 
 
 With our Captain kind and brave. 
 In the face of Death, with its fiery breath, 
 
 He had stood,— and so would we ! 
 For that's the way at sea, my boys. 
 
 For that's the way at sea ! 
 
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 Chords for Children. 
 
 Now let the noble words resound, 
 
 And echo far and free, 
 Wherever English hearts are found, 
 
 On English shore or sea. 
 The iron nerve of duty, joined 
 
 With golden vein of love, 
 Can dare to do, and dare to wait, 
 
 With courage from above. 
 Our Captain's shout among the flames 
 
 A watchword long shall be, — 
 " That's not the way at sea, my boys, 
 
 That's not the way at sea ! " 
 
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I Icabc it all ixiitlj Eljce." 
 
 ES, I will leave it all with Thee, 
 And only ask that I may be 
 Submissive to Thy loving will, 
 Confiding, waiting, trusting still. 
 Thou every fond desire dost know 
 Which in my inmost heart doth glow ; 
 Thou hearest every secret sigh 
 When silent sorrow's power is nigh. 
 Omniscience alone may tell 
 The thoughts which in my spirit dwell ; 
 But 'tis a soothing word to me, 
 "My Father every thought can see." 
 He knows them all— the hopes— the fears- 
 Confided not to mortal ears. 
 He knows the deep intensity 
 Of feelings wakened now in me. 
 And if He knows them, 'tis enough ! 
 I need not fear a stern rebuff ; 
 There's sympathy within His breast, 
 On which my weary heart can rest. 
 Nor is there sympathy alone, 
 Almighty is my Father's throne, 
 And He can grant me each desire ; 
 His gracious hand may never tire. 
 He can. But ivill He 1 Trust Him yet. 
 My faithless soul ! Can I forget 
 
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122 Early Poems. 
 
 That He hath passed His word of old, — 
 
 " Not one good thing will He withhold 
 
 From them, the children of my love, 
 
 Whose hearts are set on things above " % 
 
 Not one good thing ! But can I see 
 
 What may be good, what ill for me % 
 
 Can I unbar the massy gate 
 
 Which hides from me the way I take % 
 
 But His eye turneth night to day. 
 
 E'en like the lightning's piercing ray ; 
 
 Then here is my security, 
 
 That God my truest good doth see. 
 
 That joy which earnestly I crave. 
 
 O'er which my fondest hopes now wave, 
 
 Might prove to me the shade of death ! 
 
 That healing breeze — the Simoom's breath, 
 
 If so — it never will be mine. 
 
 At such a loss shall I repine % 
 
 No ! let me rather praise the Hand 
 
 Which looseneth the dangerous band. 
 
 But if it be a heaven-born plant, 
 
 For whose sweet flowers my soul doth pant, 
 
 If heavenly gladness it shall bring, 
 
 And raise my soul on angel wing. 
 
 Till nearer Thee each day I live, — 
 
 Oh, then that blessing Thou wilt give. 
 
 The joy scarce hoped for shall be mine, 
 
 A deeply grateful heart be Thine ! 
 
 Then I will leave it all with Thee ! 
 
 My Father, grant that I may be 
 
 Submissive to Thine own good will, 
 
 Confiding, waiting, loving still ! 
 
 1851. 
 
Oti the Death of Captain Allan. Gardhicr. 123 
 
 ©w tie Bcatf} of Captain ^llau 0artiiner, 
 
 THE FIRST MISSIONARY TO PATAGONIA. 
 
 In desolate wild grandeur all around, 
 
 Dark rocky spires are tow'ring to the sky, 
 While through the caverns echoes far the sound 
 Of winds, which o'er Antarctic seas sweep fitfully. 
 
 The ocean waves with deep and holloAv tone 
 Combat the haughty cliffs in fierce aff'ray, 
 Then back returning with a sullen moan, 
 Sink, till again they dash, their warrior spray. 
 
 No flowerets spring that barren land to cheer, 
 
 No waving trees salute that stormy sky 
 With graceful bend ; scarce grass and herbs ajjpear 
 Or aught of greenery to soothe the Avearied eye. 
 
 who in such a dreary clime could dwell 1 
 
 Who Avould abide on such a desert shore % 
 Save the wild natives, who our sailors tell 
 No Saviour know, no Deity supreme adore. 
 
 But list awhile ! Who breathed that deep-drawn sigh \ 
 Whence came it % Hark again ! A voice of prayer, 
 ]\Iingled with heavenly praises, rose on high, 
 As with sweet incense hallowing the chilly air. 
 
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 Alone, no earthly friend or brother near, 
 
 A human form lies on that bleak, bleak strand ; 
 Sunken bis eye, and wan his cheeks appear, 
 For famine pale has laid on him her withering hand. 
 
 Nor food nor water six long weary days 
 
 Have passed those pallid lips, yet not a plaint 
 From him may fall, but notes of joyful praise ; 
 Sustained with bread of life his soul can never faint. 
 
 For Jesus whispers comfort to his soul, 
 
 And smooths his pillow, though so cold and hard ; 
 He hears no wind, he sees no surges roll, 
 He only hears his Master, sees his bright reward. 
 
 Another sigh, his happy soul hath flown 
 
 From its frail dwelling, where so long it lay 
 Pinioned, his painful toils at length are done, 
 And angels welcome him to dwell in endless day. 
 
 Wherefore left he his lovely native isle? 
 
 Wherefore his life, his all thus sacrifice % 
 Did he for pleasure undertake such toil % 
 Was it for sordid gold, which men so highly prize ? 
 
 No ! higher motives filled that noble breast ; 
 
 He sacrificed his all from Christian love, 
 He went to tell of peace and heavenly rest, 
 To teach those heathen of a gracious God above. 
 
 And shall we blame him, who devoted thus 
 
 To his great Master's name his freshest days % 
 Despise that bright example left to us. 
 And on his memory strive to cast a gloomy haze ? 
 
On the Death of Captaifi A llan Gardiner. 1 2 5 
 
 Shame, shame on those who dare aspersions fling 
 
 On Gardiner's honoured name ! They know it's true 
 Right well he served his Saviour and his King ; 
 And they who love the Master, love the servant too. 
 
 But now he rests in peace, his labours past ; 
 
 Nothing can vex that noble spirit more. 
 For he hath gained his distant port at last. 
 The waves have only carried him to that blest shore. 
 
 No laurels bloomed on that pale dying brow, 
 
 No earthly honours clustered round that bed ; 
 But victor-wreaths of life encircle now, 
 And a bright crown adorns, that mission martyr's head ! 
 
 1852. 
 
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 iHattl)cb3 xib. 23. 
 
 It is the quiet evening time, the sun is in the west, 
 
 And earth enrobed in purple glow awaits her nightly rest ; 
 
 The shadows of the mountain peaks are lengthening o'er the 
 
 sea, 
 And the flowerets close their eyelids on the shore of Galilee. 
 The multitude are gone away, their restless hum doth cease, 
 The birds have hushed their music, and all is calm and peace ; 
 But on the lonely mountain side is One, whose beauteous brow 
 The impress bears of sorrow and of weariness e'en now. 
 The livelong day in deeds of love and power He hath spent. 
 And with them words of grace and life hath ever sweetly blent. 
 Now He hath gained the mountain top. He standeth all alone. 
 No mortal may be near Him in that hour of j^rayer unknown. 
 He prayeth. — But for whom % For Himself He needeth 
 
 nought ; 
 Nor strength, nor peace, nor pardon, Avhere of sin there is no 
 
 spot; 
 But 'tis for us in powerful prayer He spendeth all the night, 
 That His own loved ones may be kept and strengthened in the 
 
 fight; 
 That they may all be sanctified, and perfect made in one ; 
 That they His glory may behold where they shall need no sun ; 
 That in eternal gladness they may be His glorious bride : 
 It is for this that He hath climbed the lonely mountain side. 
 It is for this that He denies His weary head the rest 
 Which e'en the foxes in their holes, and birds have in their 
 
 nest. 
 The echo of that prayer hath died upon the rocky hill, 
 But on a higher, holier mount that Voice is pleading still ; 
 
Mattheiv xxvi. 30. 
 
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 For while one weary child of His yet wanders here below, 
 While yet one thirsting soul desires His peace and love to know, 
 And while one fainting spirit seeks His holiness to share, 
 The Saviour's loving heart shall pour a tide of mighty prayer ; 
 Yes ! till each ransomed one hath gained His home of joy and 
 
 peace, 
 That fount of blessings all untold shall never, never cease. 
 
 1854. 
 
 iKatti)cb3 xxbt. 30. 
 
 And when they had suBg an hymn, they went out." 
 
 >HE sun hath gilded Judah's hills 
 /-ssl^ With his last gorgeous beam ; 
 \v.-s^^'Y^ Ghost-like the still grey mists arise 
 
 From Jordan's sacred stream. 
 The stars, bright flowers of the sky, 
 
 Unfold their beauties now, 
 And gaze on Salem's marble fane, 
 
 By Olivet's dark brow. 
 In David's city sound is hushed 
 
 And tread of busy feet. 
 For solemnly his sons have met 
 
 The paschal lamb to eat. 
 But list ! the silence of the hour 
 
 Is broken ; the still air 
 A melody hath caught which far 
 
 Its viewless pinions bear. 
 Unwonted sweetness hath the strain, 
 
 And as its numbers flow, 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 More tender and more touching yet 
 
 Its harmony doth grow. 
 Not royal David's tuneful harp 
 
 Such thrilling power had known 
 To wake deep echoes in the soul, 
 
 As its scarce earthly tone. 
 Within an " upper room " are met 
 
 A small, yet faithful band. 
 On whom a deep yet chastened grief 
 
 Hath laid its softening hand. 
 Among them there is One who wears 
 
 A more than mortal mien, 
 'Tis He on whom in all distress 
 
 The weary one may lean. 
 Mysterious sadness, on that brow 
 
 So pure and calm, doth lie ; 
 And untold stores of deepest love 
 
 Are beaming from His eye. 
 What wonder if the strain was sweet 
 
 Above all other lays % 
 Seraphic well might seem the hymn 
 
 Which Jesu's voice did raise. 
 The angels hush their lyres, and bend 
 
 To hear the thrilling tone. 
 And heaven is silent, — with that song 
 
 They mingle not their own. 
 The sorrowing ones around have heard 
 
 Their blessed Master tell, 
 That He with them no longer now 
 
 As heretofore may dwell. 
 And they have sadly shared with Him 
 
 The last, last evening meal. 
 And heard the last sweet comfort which 
 
 Their mourning hearts may heal. ^ 
 
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 They do not know the fearful storm 
 
 Which on His head must burst ; 
 They know not all — He hath not told 
 
 His loving ones the worst. 
 How could He % E'en an angel's mind 
 
 Could never comprehend 
 The weight of Avoe, 'neath Avhich for us 
 
 The Saviour's head must bend ; 
 Ere long the voice, which waketli now 
 
 Such touching melody, 
 Shall cry, " My God, My God, oh why 
 
 Hast Thou forsaken Me % " 
 The hour is come ; but ere they meet 
 
 Its terrors, — yet once more 
 Their voices blend with His who sang 
 
 As none e'er sang before. 
 Why do they linger on that note 1 
 
 Why thus the sound prolong 1 
 Ah ! 'twas the last ! 'Tis ended now, 
 
 That strangely solemn song. 
 And forth they go : — the song is past ; 
 
 But, like the rose-leaf, still, 
 ?^ hose fragrance doth not die away, 
 
 Its soft low echoes thrill 
 Through many a soul, and there awake , 
 
 New strains of glowing praise 
 To Him who, on that fateful eve, 
 
 That last sweet hymn did raise. 
 
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 O Jesu, Thou didst leave Thy glorious home, 
 
 Of brightness more than mortal eye could bear, 
 And joys ineffable, alone to roam 
 Through earth's dark wilderness in grief and want and care. 
 Thou didst exchange the praise of serajih voices 
 
 For sin-made discords and the wail of pain, 
 The anthems swelling high where each in Thee rejoices, 
 For fierce revilings in the world where unbelief doth reign. 
 Yes, Thou didst leave Thy bliss-encircled dwelling. 
 
 Of joy and holiness and perfect love. 
 And camest to this world of sorrow, telling 
 
 Each weary one the way to realms of rest above. 
 Mark we Thy walk along the holy way, — 
 Each step is graven, that all the path may trace 
 
 Which leads where Thou art gone, — and never may 
 
 The powers of darkness one bright step erase ! 
 And Thou hast left a solemn word behind Thee, 
 
 Solemn, yet fraught with blessing; — would we learn 
 How we may gain Thy dwelling, and there find Thee % 
 
 Thou sayest, "Follow Me." Be this our great concern. 
 And oh how blessed thus to mark each hour 
 
 The footsteps of our Saviour, and to know 
 That in them we are treading, — then each flower 
 Of hope seems fairer, and each joy doth yet more brightly 
 
 glow. 
 Oh that I always followed Him alone ! 
 
 I know that I am His, for I have bowed 
 
Our English Sabbaths. 1 3 1 
 
 In peaceful fiiith before my Saviour's throne, 
 
 And gladly there to Him my life, my all, have vowed. 
 And He hath pardoned me, and washed away 
 
 Each stain of guilt, and bade me quickly rise 
 And follow Him each moment of each day ; 
 And He hath set a crown of life and joy before mine eyes. 
 How can I turn aside and wound the love 
 
 That gave Himself to bleed and die for me ! 
 How can I stray, and grieve the holy Dove 
 
 Who lights my soul, opening mine eyes to see ! 
 Saviour, fix my wayward, wandering heart 
 
 Upon Thyself, that I may closely cling 
 To Thy blest side, and never more depart 
 From Thee, my loved Redeemer, Thee, my heart's own King. 
 And grant me daily grace to follow Thee 
 
 Through joy and pleasure, or through grief and sadness, 
 Until an entrance is vouchsafed to me 
 
 In Thy bright home of holiness and gladness. 
 
 June 1855. 
 
 England, thou art beautiful, and very dear to me, 
 And the spirit of thy noble sons is high and pure and free ; 
 Full many a jewel sparkles clear in the crown upon thy brow, 
 But one is gleaming fairest in that glorious garland now. 
 
 It gleameth with a holy light, too pure for sinful earth. 
 
 In the twilight of this shadow-land it hath not had its birth ; 
 
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 'Tis polished by no mortal hand, its radiance is its own, 
 
 And it mingleth with the glory of the Father's dazzling throne. 
 
 Oh, gaze upon its beauty, reflecting yet the light 
 Of Eden's spotless, shadeless hours, in this our sin-made night ; 
 Oh, gaze again, and thou shalt see, in that all-beauteous ray, 
 A gleam of that celestial morn which ne'er may fade away ! 
 
 It is a gem of untold worth, it is a golden mine, 
 
 The pledge of an inheritance, — a gift of love Divine ; 
 
 A monarch may not buy it, — oh, then let it not be sold ! 
 
 Oh, England, dear old England, this, thy priceless treasure, hold ! 
 
 Thy Sabbath is this treasure, a fount of ceaseless blessing. 
 And thou art rich and powerful, this glorious gift possessing ; 
 Oh, heed not those who craftily would bid thee cast away ! 
 The diamond hours of Sabbath rest, no pleasure can repay. 
 
 There is a cloud o'er other lands, though fair their mountains be. 
 And beautiful their sunny plains, re-echoing with glee ; 
 But on our Sabbath-loving heart it casts a saddening gloom, 
 While the mirth of all their songs is as the music of the tomb. 
 
 They know no holy Sabbath rest ; and yet, above, around. 
 The trees are waving solemnly with a deep and holy sound ; 
 And the flowers smile to greet His day, and the streams more 
 
 softly roll, 
 And all things speak of God to the silent listening soul. 
 
 They heed it not ! with song and glee the hallowed hours are 
 
 passed ; 
 The blessings which the Sabbath brings, aside are lightly cast ; 
 And 'neath the sparkling wavelets of unsanctified delight 
 Is a dark, deep stream of weary toil from morn to welcome 
 
 night. 
 
Forest Voices. 
 
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 There are some who listen eagerly while told of Sabbath rest, 
 As a thirsting desert pilgrim hears of Araby the blest ; 
 'Mid their changeless seven days' labour they drop a hopeless tear, 
 "Oh, would to God that we might have an English Sabbath 
 here ! " 
 
 Sad is their lot ! but there are those within our own dear land 
 Who would forge for us such fetters, and burst our golden band, 
 Who sin in deeper bondage yet, while striving to be free, 
 And know not that our Father's law is truest Liberty ! 
 
 1857. 
 
 forest Uoicrs. 
 
 HE forest hath its voices, 
 $^C^ Whose sweetness aye rejoices, 
 ^ Or soothes the spirit wondrously ; 
 Borne on their leafy wings, 
 They tell of quiet things 
 And mingle in strange harmony. 
 
 There is a murmuring song, 
 
 A cadence soft and long. 
 Evoking dreams of still delight ; 
 
 There is a clarion note. 
 
 Whose blithesome echoes float, 
 Chasing the darkling spells of grief and night. 
 
 There is a whispering sound 
 Within the forest-bound, 
 Telling the heart of things unseen ; 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 That nameless holy thrill 
 Passeth o'er vale and hill 
 
 And through the dark and lone ravine. 
 
 It is a harp sublime 
 "With ever-varying chime, 
 
 Awakening feelings ever new ; 
 For, tuned by Him who made 
 The all-harmonious shade, 
 
 Each forest-voice is sweet and true. 
 
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 \ N every budding leaf and flower, 
 The sweet, soft rain of spring 
 Comes down in a soft and gentle shower, 
 .f|s^-i?.^^ Like a whispering angel-wing. 
 
 The shower hath bow'd the proud red rose 
 
 With many a fragrant tear. 
 It hath wakened the harebell's long repose, 
 
 The wanderer now to cheer. 
 
 It hath given the woodbine strength to cling 
 To the strong elm's rugged bough ; 
 
 And the wakeful pimpernel folds its wing. 
 And quietly slumbers now. 
 
 It hath watered the seeds in their cold dark bed, 
 And they burst through the prisoning clay. 
 
 To the lingering buds it hath gently said, 
 " Unfold to the bright sun-ray." 
 
The Shower. 
 
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 Amoncf the leaves of the forest-tree 
 
 Its gentle footsteps go, 
 And they murmur thanks so pleasantly 
 
 In an anthem soft and low. 
 
 Showers there are for the thirsty soi.l, 
 
 A sweet and refreshing dew, 
 The Spirit who makes the wounded whole, 
 
 And the evil heart makes new. 
 
 He will teach the trembling one to cling 
 
 To an Arm of love and might ; 
 And the earth-stained soul 'neath His holy wing 
 
 Shall again be pure and white. 
 
 The weary heart with its wild unrest 
 
 He can hush to a trustful calm ; 
 To the spirit crushed and sorely pressed 
 
 He comes with His healing balm. 
 
 He comes to the soul in its sin- wrought tomb, 
 
 And rent are the chains of death, 
 Then His own sweet graces awake and bloom 
 
 Beneath His living breath. 
 
 Yes ! the Spirit shall teach the heart to sing, 
 And shall tune its long silent lyre, 
 
 And He who shall meeten it praise to bring 
 In the sinless, white-robed choir. 
 
 Come then, Spirit, as once of yore, 
 Come in Thy quickening might ! 
 
 Come, on Thy waiting Church to pour 
 Thy lift", Thy grace, Thy light. 
 
 1857. 
 
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 Only just a line to say, 
 Miriam, on this summer day, 
 What my spirit's love would breathe, 
 AVhile thy birthday crown I wreathe. 
 
 Crown ! How many a mingled thought 
 By that little word is brought ! 
 Yet may each enlinked be 
 In a birthday wish for thee. 
 
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 One who wears a crown should reign 
 Sovereign, over some domain ; 
 Held by thee, love's fairy sway 
 Still may every heart obey. 
 
 First we think of royal gems. 
 Coronets and diadems ; 
 'Twere an idle wish, I ween, 
 Be thou happy as a Queen ! 
 
 To another crown we turn, 
 While our loving hearts would burn. 
 Worn by Him who on the tree, 
 Miriam, hath died for thee. 
 
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 By that thorn-enwoven crown, 
 By the life for thee laid down, 
 May thy every fleeting year 
 Brinsr thee to His love more near ! 
 
 Then the croAvn of golden light, 
 Worn by those who walk in white, 
 May that be thy blest reward 
 In the presence of thy Lord ! 
 
 July 11, 1859. 
 
 
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 LESSINGS on thee, darling boy, 
 -If Peace and love and gentle joy ! 
 May the coronal they twine 
 Through the dream of life be thine ! 
 
 Little hast thou known of life. 
 Of its sorrow, of its strife, 
 Thine not yet dark Future's blast. 
 Thine not yet a shadowy Past. 
 
 While we reck of coming years, 
 Strangely mingling hopes and fears, 
 What are sober thoughts to thee, 
 In the tide of birthday glee ! 
 
 Thou art beautiful and bright. 
 Daily wakening new delight, 
 
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 Would that we the prize could hold, 
 Always keep thee three years old ! 
 
 No, not always ; thou may'st be 
 Something brighter yet to see, 
 Noble-hearted, lofty-souled. 
 When more years have o'er thee rolled. 
 
 Love is watching round thee now, 
 Tracing sunbeams on thy brow ; 
 Never be her mission done 
 To thy father's only son ! 
 
 Yet a higher, deeper love 
 Watcheth o'er thee from above ; 
 Then thy fount of motive be 
 . , Love to Him who loveth thee. 
 
 ■^^WVl'^ iL^*^ Darling, may thy years below 
 ■^:x '-'>^ <-jlL i^ii^^Q a strain of music flow, 
 
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 n5 ^A'"-^t:i\ Till if, swpll tlifi nno-fil ,-hmr. 
 
 ^KMIM h ^e thy life a star of light. 
 
 Glistening through earth's stormy night. 
 Shining then with glorious ray 
 Through the One Eternal Day. 
 
 November 27<ft, 1858. 
 
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 *'^ra2 for fie." 
 
 r^y^Jr^^HEN the early morn awaketh, 
 
 Veiled in mist or robed in fire ; 
 When the evening ray forsaketh 
 
 Golden cloud and gleaming spire ; 
 Thy request shall sacred be 
 In the shrine of memory, 
 And for thee my prayer shall rise 
 Far beyond the silent skies. 
 
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 When the Sabbath calm is sleeping 
 Like a moonbeam everywhere ; 
 
 When the solemn feast-day keeping, 
 Upward float our praise and prayer ; 
 
 When in holy love and fear 
 
 To our Father we draw near, 
 
 Many a winged hope for thee 
 
 To His ear shall wafted be. 
 
 When we hear the loud thought-chorus 
 While the Old Year's knell is tolled, 
 When the Future looms before us, 
 And the Past seems all unrolled, 
 When each moment fleeteth by, 
 Like a deep mysterious sigh ; ^^ 
 
 Then, oh then, my heart shall be ^ 
 Lifted earnestly for thee. 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 Lifted — that our God may lead thee 
 All the way that thou shouldst go, 
 With His daily manna feed thee, 
 
 Every needful good bestow ; 
 That the dearest ones to thee 
 Near and dear to Him may be ; 
 That His smile on thee may rest, 
 In His presence calmly blest. 
 
 Lifted — that our holy Saviour 
 
 More and more to thee may show 
 All the wondrous grace and favour 
 
 He hath suffered to bestow ; 
 That His love may be thy shield 
 In Temptation's battle-field ; 
 And His sympathy thy light 
 In Affliction's darkest night. 
 
 That the Comforter, descending 
 In His sanctifying power, 
 
 Peace and hope and gladness blending, 
 On thy waiting soul may shower ; 
 
 That our Triune God may shed 
 r"^^ Every blessing on thy head ; 
 
 Till thou enter in and see 
 
 All He hath prepared for thee. 
 
 1859. 
 
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For E. C.'s BirtJiday. 
 
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 Y jDresence shall go with thee, 
 
 W/^'-li'^^-^P And I will give thee rest ; 
 
 :; /j^,;?^*^^t( > A promise sweetly tender, 
 
 's f^-'"-' "^c-zST^C^l Soothing the anxious breast. 
 
 He knows the lonely spirit, 
 And all its hidden woe ; 
 
 He knows the weary yearnings 
 No earthly friend can know. 
 
 y^MfC^-i^ -^ (^ -^^^ presence shall go Avith thee, 
 fe8^~^S-l^ And His upholding hand 
 ';^!]^^'"^.vc Thy orphaned footsteps guiding 
 All through the stranger's land. 
 
 Encompassed by that Presence 
 Thou wilt not be alone, 
 
 And thou may'st safely rest thee 
 'Neath the shadow of His throne. 
 
 AVhen springtime's emerald glory 
 Bids hill and valley smile, 
 
 And thou once more regainest 
 The white cliffs of our isle : 
 
 Shall I not hear thee whisper. 
 In accents calmly blest 1 
 
 " His presence hafh been with me. 
 And He hath given me rest ! " 
 
 February 1863. 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 *' Comins of ^gc/' 
 
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 What do we seek for him to-day, who, through such golden 
 
 gates 
 Of mirth and gladness, enters now where life before him waits 1 
 'Mid light and flowers the feast is spread, and young and old 
 
 rejoice, 
 And motto texts speak out for all, with earnest, loving voice. 
 
 The threefold blessing Israel heard three thousand years ago. 
 Oh ! grant it may on him to-day in power and fulness flow ; 
 For, faithful and unchangeable, each word of God is sure, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away. His promises endure. 
 
 The Angel of the Covenant, redeeming from all ill 
 Both son and father, bless the lad, and every prayer fulfil ; 
 Nor only bless, but make him, too, a blessing. Lord, from Thee : 
 With length of days, satisfy ; let him Thy glory see. 
 
 Through all the journey of his life. Thy presence with him go ; 
 Rest in Thee here, and with Thee there, do Thou, Lord, 
 
 bestow. 
 Oh, keep him faithful unto death, then grant to him, we pray. 
 The crown of glory and of life, that fadeth not away. 
 
' Helga von Cr:iiiiiii 
 
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 Viuceut IhM.iks, liay ^■c ^un, Liili 
 
 EVELYN. 
 
 FROM A I'UOTOGRAI'II BY FRANCIS EARL. 
 
 Worcester, 1S67. 
 
Evelyn. 
 
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 So shall the father's soul be glad for him he holds so dear, 
 A son whose heart is truly wise in God's most holy fear ; 
 And hallowed be our festal joy with gratitude and praise ; 
 Forget not all His benefits, whose kindness crowns our days. 
 
 Then glory in the highest be to Him, our Strength and Song ; 
 May every heart uplift its part, in blessings deep and long. 
 Through Him who died that we might live, our thanks to God 
 
 ascend. 
 The King of kings, and Lord of lords, our Saviour and our 
 
 Friend. 
 
 September 26th, 1S65. 
 
 Dying ^ Evelyn, darling 
 
 Dying 1 can it be 1 
 Spring so joyous all around. 
 Such a spring, so early crowned, 
 Heralding all summer glee. 
 Life for everything but thee ! 
 
 Evelyn, darling, dying? 
 Yet it is no phantom sound, 
 Though the word is haunting me ; 
 
 Thou art lying 
 Now where life and death do meet, 
 Thorny path and golden street. 
 
144 
 
 Early Poems. 
 
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 I thought I had no heart to write, 
 But the pencil near me lay, 
 Which has traced me many a day, 
 Dipped in colours dark or bright, 
 Lays I guessed would meet the sight 
 
 Of at least some loving eye, 
 And perchance be heard again. 
 Winning echoes far and nigh. 
 Touching chords of sympathy 
 In the weary souls of men. 
 And I took it in my hand. 
 For it seemed to be relief. 
 After this long week of grief, 
 Just to let the thought expand, 
 And the word that haunted me 
 Just to write ; though none shall see 
 What is written, only He 
 Who is gently leading thee, 
 
 Evelyn, darling, without fears. 
 Through the vale of death, — and me 
 Through the vale of tears. 
 
 All so calm ; — a hazy veil 
 
 Falling on the golden west ; 
 Silence, like a minstrel pale, 
 
 Preluding the Sabbath rest. 
 There is night before the dawn 
 Rise for us of Sabbath morn : 
 Is there any night for thee 
 Ere thine eyes the glory see % 
 Are the angels, bright and strong, 
 
 Bearing thy free soul away, 
 Teaching thee the glad new song. 
 
 On the grand star-paven way % 
 
Evelyn. 
 
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 Art thou even now at rest, 
 
 Lying on the Saviour's breast % 
 
 Evelyn, darling, is it so? 
 
 Would, oh, would that I could know ! 
 
 I can only wait in sorrow 
 
 For the tidings of the morrow. 
 
 Evelyn, darling, laid so low ! 
 Only three short months ago 
 Thou wert full of life and glee, 
 liound the laden Christmas tree ; 
 Foremost in the carol-singing, 
 Fun and frolic gaily flinging. 
 Tallest, fairest of the troop, 
 
 OiDening rose on slender stem. 
 Reigning 'mid the bright-eyed group, 
 
 Queen without a diadem ; 
 In thy robe of snowy sheen. 
 Decked with silken emerald green. 
 Few there are who ever knew 
 
 Merrier holidays than thine, 
 Whether summer breezes blew, 
 
 Or the winter stars did shine. 
 Evelyn, darling, can it be, 
 
 Was that Christmas tree the last % 
 How believe it, that for thee 
 
 Christmas holidays are past ! 
 And that summer leaves will wave, 
 
 And the Easter moon will shine, 
 Over the first household grave, 
 
 First, — and tliinc ! 
 
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 I am not praying, — prayer is hushed, 
 God's hand is laid upon my heart ; 
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146 Early Poems. 
 
 The earthly hope for ever crushed, 
 > The heavenly ansivered, not in part, 
 
 ;' But fully, perfectly ! I prayed 
 
 1^ For life, and He hath given the life 
 
 Which triumphs o'er the grave's cold shade ; 
 For peace, and He hath ended strife 
 
 And spoken love. There have heen tears 
 
 And earnest pleadings through long years ; 
 
 But He is faithful to His word, 
 
 I hiow at last that He has heard. 
 
 But not, oh not as I had thought 
 In ignorant and selfish love, 
 
 The Master calls, — she tarries not, 
 For He hath need of her above. 
 
 The lambs He gathers with His arm, 
 
 No grief, no sin, no death can harm, 
 
 So safely folded on His breast, 
 
 For ever and for ever blest. 
 
 Could God Himself give more 1 His will 
 
 Is best, though we are weeping still. 
 
 Yet the old cry comes again, 
 
 Evelyn, darling, dying ! 
 Is it true, or is it dreaming ? 
 Is it only ghastly seeming 
 Of a sorrow far away. 
 Not to fall for many a day 1 
 
 If I saw thee lying, 
 I might realize it so ! 
 Last I saw thee in the gloAV 
 Of thy brightest health and bloom ; 
 Was it only for the tomb 1 
 
 Then the sorrow grows with this — 
 Not a word of fond good-bye, 
 
Evelyn. 
 
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 Not one tender parting kiss, 
 
 Not one glance of loving eye ! 
 Well, I know it could not be ! 
 God's appointed way for me 
 Was assuredly — " Be still. 
 Wait in silence for His will." 
 Father, I have said Amen, 
 Said it often, now again ! 
 Father, strengthen it and seal ! 
 Let my weary spirit feel 
 I am very near to Thee, 
 For Thy hand is laid on me — 
 Though the shadows gather deep, 
 Thou canst calm and aid and keep. ^ 
 
 Father, where the shadows fall 7 
 
 Deeper yet, deepest of all, 
 Send Thy peace, and show Thy power 
 In affliction's direst hour ; ^^^ 
 
 To each mourning heart draw near, w^i|j\ 
 Soothe and bless, sustain and cheer. 
 Thou idlt hear, I know not lioiv ! 
 Thou canst help, "and only Thou." 
 This my prayer I leave with Thee. 
 Father ! hear and answer me 
 For the sake of Him who knows 
 All our love and all our woes. 
 
 April 6th, 1S6S. 
 
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Early Poems. 
 
 ') -Sunbeams in tfje aEooti. ( 
 
 not the sunbeams glancing 
 Through the cool green shade, 
 On the waving fern-leaves dancing, 
 In the quiet glade % 
 
 See you how they change and quiver 
 Where the broad oaks rise, 
 
 Rippling like a golden river, 
 From their fountain skies % 
 
 On the grey old timber resting 
 
 Like a sleeping dove, 
 Like a fairy grandchild nesting 
 
 In an old man's love. 
 
 On the dusty pathway tracing 
 Arabesques with golden style ; 
 
 Light and shadow interlacing. 
 Like a tearful smile. 
 
 Many a hidden leaf revealing. 
 
 Many an unseen flower ; 
 Like a maiden lightly stealing 
 
 Past each secret bower. 
 
 Oh ! how beautiful they make it 
 Everywhere they fall ; 
 
Constance de V- 
 
 149 
 
 Sunbeams ! why will ye forsake it 
 At pale Evening's call % 
 
 In the arching thickets linger. 
 
 In the woodland aisle, 
 Gilding them with trembling finger 
 
 Yet a little while. 
 
 Then, your last calm radiance pouring, 
 
 Bid the earth good-night ; 
 Like a sainted spirit soaring 
 
 To a home of light. 
 
 
 
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 Constance tie F — . 
 
 An episode in the early life of Charles Maurice, Prince 
 de Talleyrand. 
 
 E maidens of Old England ! 
 
 The joyous and the free, 
 7 The loving and the loved of all, 
 
 Wherever ye may be ; 
 Who wander through the ferny dell. 
 
 And o'er the breezy hill. 
 And glide along the woodland path 
 
 All at your own sweet Avill ; 
 Who know the many joys of home, 
 
 The song, the smile, the mirth, 
 The happy things which God has given 
 
 To brighten this our earth : 
 Comes there a sigh, a longing thought, 
 
 In lonely musing hours 1 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 Deem ye there is a fairer realm, 
 A purer faith than ours % 
 
 cast away the yearning dream, 
 And listen, while I tell 
 
 Of one who knew no other home 
 Than her own convent cell. 
 
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 The rain comes down relentlessly, 
 r^{ The sky is robed in grey, 
 _^~r.:fij^^ Oh, Paris is a dreary place 
 -^F^>» On such a dreary day ! 
 ^fJ^J)at dreariest of the darkening streets. 
 Where the loud rain doth fall, 
 Is that where looms the convent tower, 
 Where frowns the convent wall. 
 
 II. 
 
 A boyish step is passing 
 
 Beneath the dripping eaves, 
 With monkish lore beladen. 
 
 With musty Latin leaves. 
 Ah, Charles Maurice, the young abbe, 
 
 Thou art of princely birth ! 
 For thee shall dawn a brighter day, 
 A strange high part be thine to play, 
 With wondrous tact to guide and sway 
 
 The "reat ones of the earth ! 
 
Constance de V- 
 
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 III. 
 
 But the still-increcasing torrents 
 
 Will spoil the ancient tomes, 
 And woe betide Charles Maurice 
 
 From the wrath of cowled gnomes ! 
 So he seeks a low-bent archway 
 
 Within the grim old wall, 
 Where never the laughing footstep 
 
 Of a sunbeam dares to fall. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Anon he wraps the volumes 
 
 In the folds of his hooded gown ; 
 Then starts to hear, though he knows no fear 
 A sound which tells him life is near — 
 
 That he is not alone. 
 He turns — the passage is dark as night, 
 
 He listens — but all is still, 
 Save the raindrops in monotonous march, 
 And the ceaseless drip from the mouldering arc- 
 On the stone so damp and chill. 
 
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 " Qui vive ? " he cries right gaily, 
 
 Through the cavernous entry's gloom ; 
 But a low, faint cry is the sole reply, 
 As the voice of one who is come to lie 
 
 On the brink of a yawning tomb. 
 Oh, where is the true-hearted lad. 
 
 Who at the call of sorrow 
 But in his thoughtlessness is glad 
 To help the weak and cheer the sad, 
 
 And promise a brighter morrow 1 
 
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 VI. 
 
 The cry was one of weakness — 
 
 Of weariness unblest ; 
 And a pulse of gentle sympathy 
 
 Makes music in his breast. 
 Through the dark way he gropeth 
 
 To the iron-studded door, 
 Behind whose oaken grimness 
 
 Some dwell in cloistral dimness 
 Who may pass out no more. 
 
 VII. 
 
 There, in the glimmering darkness, 
 
 He deems he can descry 
 A small and sable-robed form 
 
 On the cold doorstep lie. 
 The form is that of maidenhood ; 
 
 And in that boyish heart, 
 It wakes a helpful tenderness, 
 Like that which, hidden, yet doth bless 
 Through a loved brother's fond caress, 
 
 Ere childhood's houi's depart. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " What is it 1 " said Charles Maurice, 
 
 In a softly-pitying tone ! 
 " What dost thou fear 1 why art thou here 1 
 
 And why that weary moan 1 " 
 Then, lifting her with gentle arm, 
 
 He bore her where the" light 
 Fell on a girlish face so fair, 
 It seemed a seraph light to wear, 
 But for the sorrow mantling there, 
 
 And the glance of wild affright. 
 
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 IX. 
 
 Why should I paint her beauty % 
 
 Have ye not often tried 
 To tell of rosy lip and cheek, 
 Of starlit eyes that shine and speak, 
 Of cloudlike locks that vainly seek 
 
 The snowy brow to hide % 
 And feel ye not, when all is said 
 
 That words can ever say, 
 The fount of beauty still is sealed — 
 The loveliness is not revealed 
 
 To those who list the lay. 
 
 Oh, words can never satisfy — 
 
 They are too hard and real ; 
 The subtle charm they cannot show 
 By which the Beautiful we know, 
 
 The Beautiful we feel. 
 Perchance they speak the form, the mind, ' 
 
 And draw the likeness well ; 
 But at the closed entrance gate 
 All reverently they bend and wait 
 
 Where, 'neath the marble-arching dome. 
 In crystal-windowed palace-home, 
 
 The soul itself doth dwelL 
 
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 XI. 
 
 And who may tell how lovely 
 The gentle Constance seemed, 
 
 When through such clouds of sorrow 
 Her meteor beauty gleamed ! 
 
1 54 Early Poems. 
 
 What wonder that all speechless, 
 
 As in a trance of gladness, 
 The young abb6 stood wonderingly 
 
 Before such radiant sadness ] 
 
 XII. 
 
 For the look of hopeless terror 
 
 Was softened as she raised 
 Those orbs of strange, quick brightness, 
 
 And on Charles Maurice gazed. 
 She saw the pledge of kindness 
 
 Traced on that high fair brow ; 
 " Oh, no ! thou never wilt betray, 
 But aid thou canst not ; say, oh, say, 
 Am I not lost % There is no way 
 
 Of safe return, I know." 
 
 XIII, 
 
 Then the trembling hands she folded 
 
 Over the burning cheek, 1. 'W^ '^3' 
 
 A wild and woe-born sobbing '*'^°^^%>^''^"°vl 
 
 Forbade the lips to speak ; ' ' r^^ ^^^ 
 
 Till quiet words of sympathy, A/A<\>\if7^-'^ 
 
 So softly breathed and low. 
 And the touch of that young hand on hers, _J^^ 
 
 Soon bade her story flow. 
 
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 " I was a very little child. 
 
 Not old enough to know. 
 Perhaps kind looks had on me smiled, 
 But I forget them now. 
 When I was brought to live so coldly here, 
 Where all goes on the same through weary month and year. 
 
Constance de V . 1 5 5 
 
 XV. 
 
 " I did not know how lovely all 
 The world without must be ; 
 The sunbeams on the convent wall 
 AYere quite enough for me ; 
 But others came who knew, and then they told 
 Of all that I had dreamt, but never might behold. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 "They told me of the mountains tall. 
 
 Where they might freely roam ; 
 They told me of the waterfall, 
 With music in its foam ; 
 They told me of wide fields and opening flowers. 
 Of sloping mossy banks and glowing autumn bowers. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " Of other things they told me, too, 
 
 More beautiful to them, 
 Of gleaming halls where sparklets flew 
 From many a radiant gem ; 
 And then they told of mirth, and dance, and song. 
 Would I had never heard, that I might never long ! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " They said the sky was just as blue 
 
 Above the convent towers, 
 As where the arching forests threw 
 A shade o'er summer flowers ; 
 But I grew weary of that dazzling sky, 
 And longed to wander forth, e'en if it were to die. 
 
156 
 
 Early Poems. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 " I did not want to change my lot, 
 
 I knew it might not be ; 
 I only longed to have one spot 
 All bright with memory. 
 To gaze just once upon the world I tried, 
 And then I would return to be Heaven's lonely bride. 
 
 XX. 
 
 " But, oh, I heard no sounds of mirth, 
 
 No beauty I could see ; 
 I could not find the lovely earth. 
 It was not made for me. 
 And now my punishment indeed is sore, 
 My only home hath closed on me its iron door." 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Yes ! in her fevered restlessness 
 
 She left her unwatched cell, 
 When all around were summoned 
 
 By the deep-voiced matin-bell. 
 And in the damp-stoned cloisters 
 
 To rest awhile she thought. 
 Where cold, fresh air might round her play, 
 The burning fever pass away. 
 And coolness of the early day 
 
 To her hot brow be brought. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Strange carelessness ! no massy bar 
 Across the gate was thrown ! 
 
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 She deemed that world of beauty near ; 
 She gazed around in haste and fear, 
 Oh, none were there to see and hear — 
 
 The timid bird has flown ! 
 But the rain came down relentlessly, 
 
 The sky was robed in grey ; 
 All dreary seemed the narrow street, 
 And nothing bright or fair might meet 
 Her of the white and trembling feet ; 
 No loveliness is there to greet 
 
 That wandering star to-day. 
 
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 XXIII. 
 
 Then, bowed with shame and weakness, 
 
 And disappointed hope, 
 She only reached the heavy door 
 To find it firmly closed once more ; 
 Ah, who shall help, and who restore, 
 
 And who that door shall ope % 
 The strong young arm of Charles Maurice 
 
 Tries once and yet again. 
 But the weighty portal baffles him : 
 
 Ah ! is it all in vain % 
 
 XXIV. 
 But Constance darts one upward glance 
 
 Of blent despair and trust ; 
 There is no bolt, for daylight gleams 
 Between the scarcely-meeting beams : 
 Some unknown obstacle there seems. 
 
 And conquer it he must. 
 He strains his utmost strength, the sweat 
 
 Is beading on his brow ; 
 It creaks — it yields ! Constance, smile, 
 
 The door is open now ! 
 
158 
 
 Early Poems. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 From her cheek the flush hath faded, 
 As fades the evening glow, 
 \ In pristine wliiteness leaving 
 * The rosy Alpine snow. 
 And like a breeze of twilight 
 
 The asi^en-leaves among, 
 A whisper falls upon his ear 
 From quivering lip and tongue : 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 " Farewell ! Oh, thou hast saved me ! " 
 
 And the hand so white and cold. 
 With lingering clasp of gratitude. 
 
 Her wordless thanks hath told. 
 One moment on that small, fair hand 
 
 His youthful lips are pressed ; 
 There is a reverence in his eye, 
 For grief and beauty both are nigh ; 
 She passes like a spirit by, 
 
 To seek her cheerless rest. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 They are parted, like the dewdrops 
 
 That linger in the smile 
 Of a storm-begotten rainbow, 
 
 But for a little while : 
 Then one in lonely dimness 
 
 To earth may soon descend ; 
 And one with the bright sky above, 
 
 Though all unseen, may blend. 
 
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 XXVIII. 
 
 The young abb6 liatli paused in vain 
 
 To hear her footstep pass ; 
 'Twas lighter than the noiseless fall 
 
 Of rose-leaf on the grass. 
 No sound is heard but the pattering rain, 
 
 And he slowly turns away, 
 "With the brown old books beneath his gown, 
 To meet his abbot's gathering frown 
 
 For loitering on the way. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Think you he conned the loveless lore 
 
 Without a thoughtful sigh 
 For the loveliness in sorrow, 
 
 Which passed so trance-like by % 
 Among the missal borders 
 
 Was no such angel-face ; 
 And such, once seen, fade not away ; 
 Their image shines without decay, 
 When on the canvas of the heart, 
 With untaught skill, yet mystic art, 
 
 Each line of light we trace. 
 
 XXX, 
 
 The wins; of Time seems broken now, 
 
 So tardy is his flight ; 
 He deems by day that she is dead. 
 
 He dreams she lives, by night. 
 Till quick anxiety hath found 
 
 A messenger to bear 
 The tidings that he strove to frame, 
 
 From woven hope and fear. 
 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 What wonder that he heard not 
 
 Her footfall on the stone ! 
 She sank beneath the cloister wall, 
 
 Unheeded and alone ; 
 And ere Charles Maurice stood again 
 
 Beneath the open sky, 
 For ever on the things of earth 
 
 She closed her weary eye. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Constance, the beautiful, hath left 
 
 Her dismal convent cell ; 
 She hath not known one hope fulfilled, 
 One granted joy, one longing stilled. 
 For her the melody of life 
 Was but one chord of inward strife, 
 
 Was but one ruthless knell. 
 Her heart bedimmed with sameness, 
 
 Her only wish denied. 
 Oh, what a mockery it were 
 
 Her lot should such a title bear, 
 
 " Heaven's own appointed bride ! " 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Why should her early spring-time 
 Be quenched in wintry gloom % 
 
 Was it not merciful and wise 
 
 To call her spirit to the skies 
 From such a living tomb % 
 
 How might that gentle maiden 
 Have scattered joy around, 
 
STILL grey haze around us, 
 
 Behind, a foreign shore, 
 A still grey deep beneath us, 
 
 And Dover cliffs before. 
 Not one within a hundred miles 
 
 "Whose name I ever heard, 
 None who would care to speak to me 
 
 A passing friendlj'- word : 
 Yet not a shadow crosseth me 
 
 Of loneliness or fear ; 
 I bless the Omnipresent One, 
 
 I know that God is here. 
 
 All whom I love are scattered ; 
 And many a month and mile 
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 Early Poems. 
 
 
 Rise, mountain-like, before, behind, 
 
 Between me and their smile. 
 Oh that the love I bear them 
 
 Might blossom into skill 
 To comfort and to brighten, 
 
 And all with gladness fill ! 
 Ah ! helpless love ! Yet 'tis a joy 
 
 To turn each wish to prayer. 
 And, where each loved one sojourneth, 
 
 To know that God is there. 
 
 The nearest and the dearest 
 
 Are where the rushing Ehine 
 Bends northwards from the Drachenfels, 
 
 From castle, rock, and vine ; 
 Where long-lined chestnut shadows 
 
 Make tracery below, 
 And the moss-framed window challenges 
 
 The might of frost and snow. 
 Lit rather by the dawn of heaven 
 
 Than earthly sunset glow. 
 That passing home of faith and prayer ! 
 
 Oh, God is there, I know ! 
 
 From thence the wing of loving thought 
 
 Speeds on where Severn flows, 
 And hovers o'er as fair a scene 
 
 As our fair England knows ; 
 The home of summer roses. 
 
 Of winter mirth and glee, 
 Long may that home unbroken, 
 
 That mirth unsilenced be ! 
 The blessings of unbounded grace 
 
 I pray Him to bestow, 
 
Travelling Thoughts. 
 
 163 
 
 And trust Him for the coming years, 
 For He is there, I know. 
 
 Now westward sweeps the vision 
 
 Across the Irish Sea, 
 And echoes low of sister's love 
 
 Come back again to me. 
 A beacon bright in stormy night 
 
 Of error, rage, and wrong, 
 That home of love and truth shall cast 
 
 Its radiance pure and strong. 
 They tell of rumours strange and dark ; 
 
 But oh ! no need to fear ! 
 God will not leave His own, I know. 
 
 His guardian hand is near. 
 
 Another scene by gentle Ouse 
 
 Must aye be dear to me. 
 Though all are not together now, 
 
 And one is on the sea. 
 And where a grey cathedral tower 
 
 Uprises broad and high, 
 A home is made in cloistral shade, 
 
 Beside the winding Wye. 
 To seek the richest boons for these. 
 
 Why should the heart be slow % 
 One Shepherd, Chief, and Great, and Good, 
 
 Is watching there, I know. 
 
164 Early Poems. 
 
 Then, in a busy city, 
 
 A crypt all dark and lone, 
 A name engraven on our hearts 
 
 Is traced upon a stone. 
 Not there the sainted spirit ! 
 
 She dwells in holy light, 
 Within the pearl-raised portals, 
 
 With those who walk in white. 
 May all her children follow 
 
 The path she meekly trod, 
 And reach the home she rests in now. 
 
 And dwell, like her, with God ! 
 
 
 
 
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 What God is painting in each mountain place ! 
 Show His fair colours, and His perfect grace, 
 
 Dowering each blossom born of sun and snow : 
 
 His tints, not thine ! Thou art God's copyist, 
 gifted Helga ! His thy golden height, 
 Thy purple depth, thy rosy sunset light. 
 
 Thy blue snow-shadows, and thy Aveird white mist. 
 
 Reveal His works to many a distant land ! 
 
 Paint for His praise, oh, paint for love of Him ! 
 
 He is thy Master, let Him hold thy hand, 
 So thy pure heart no cloud of self shall dim. 
 
 At His dear feet lay down thy laurel-store, 
 
 Which crimson proof of thy redemption bore. 
 
 September \9th, 1876. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 ^inij EoJicns. 
 
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 i,HE murmur of a waterfall 
 A mile away, 
 The rustle when a robin lights 
 Upon a spray, 
 \^ The lapping of a lowland stream 
 
 f,._^ On dipping boughs, 
 
 I^Xs^sfcr "jijjg sound of grazing from a herd 
 
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 Of gentle cows. 
 The echo from a wooded hill 
 
 Of cuckoo's call, 
 The quiver through the meadow grass 
 
 At evening fall : — 
 Too subtle are these harmonies 
 
 For pen and rule. 
 Such music is not understood 
 
 By any school : 
 But when the brain is overwrought. 
 
 It hath a spell. 
 Beyond all human skill and power, 
 
 To make it well. 
 
 II. 
 
 The memory of a kindly word 
 For long gone by, 
 
April. 
 
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 The fragrance of a fading flower 
 
 Sent lovingly, 
 The gleaming of a sudden smile 
 
 Or sudden tear, 
 The Avarmer pressure of the hand, 
 
 The tone of cheer, 
 The hush that means " I cannot speak, 
 
 But I have heard ! " 
 The note that only bears a verse 
 
 From God's own Word : — 
 Such tiny things we hardly count 
 
 As ministry ; 
 The givers deeming they have shown 
 
 Scant sympathy ; 
 But when the heart is overwrought, 
 
 Oh, who can tell 
 The power of such tiny things 
 
 To make it well ! 
 
 ^pril. 
 
 O THE wealth of pearly blossom, the woodland's emerald 
 
 gleam ! 
 the welcome, welcome sunshine ou the diamond-sparkling 
 
 stream ! 
 O the carol from the hawthorn and the trill from dazzling blue ! 
 O the glory of the springtime, making all things bright and new ! 
 the rosy eve's surrender 
 To the Easter moonlight tender ! 
 O the early morning splendour 
 
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 Fresh and fragrant, cool and clear, 
 In the rising of the year. 
 O the gladness of the children after all the dismal days, 
 In the freedom and the beauty and the heart-rejoicing rays ! 
 Do we chill the gleeful spirit, check the pulses bounding fast. 
 By the mournful doubt suggested: "Ah, but, darling, will 
 it last ? " 
 
 Though we know there may be tempests, and we know there 
 
 will be showers. 
 Yet we know they only hasten summer's richer crown of flowers. 
 Blossom leads to golden fruitage, bursting bud to foliage soon ; 
 April's pleasant gleam shall strengthen to the glorious glow of 
 June. 
 
 April leads to joyous May time. 
 With its ever-lengthening daytime ; 
 This again to joyous haytime, 
 When the harvest-home is near, 
 In the zenith of the year. 
 So we only tell the children of the sunnier days in store, 
 Of the treasures and the beauties that shall open more and more. 
 So the silver carol rises, for the wintertime is past ! 
 When the summer days are coming, need we ask if spring shall 
 last % 
 
 O the gladness of the spirit, when the true and Only Light 
 Pours in radiant resplendence, making all things new and 
 
 bright ! 
 When the love of Jesus shineth in its overcoming power, 
 When the secret sweet communion hallows every passing hour. 
 the calm and happy resting, 
 Free from every fear molesting ! 
 the Christ-victorious breasting 
 Of the tempter's varied art. 
 In the springtime of the heart ! 
 
April. 
 
 171 
 
 O the freedom and the fervour after all the faithless days ! 
 O the ever-new thanksgiving and the ever-flowing praise ! 
 Shall we tempt the gaze from Jesus, and a doubting shadow 
 
 cast, 
 Satan's own dark word suggesting by the whisper " 'If it last? " 
 
 Thoudi we know there must be trials and there will be tears 
 
 below. 
 Yet we know His glorious purpose, and His promises we know ! 
 Only ask — "AVhat saith the Master V and believe His word 
 
 alone, 
 That " from glory unto glory " He shall lead, shall change His 
 own. 
 
 Ever more and more bestowing. 
 Love and joy in riper glowing. 
 Faith increasing, graces growing — 
 Such His promises to you ! 
 He is faithful, He is true ! 
 Each Amen becomes an anthem, for we know He will fulfil 
 All the purpose of His goodness, all the splendour of His will. 
 Only trust the living Saviour, only trust Him all the way, 
 And your springtide path shall brighten to the perfect summer 
 day : 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 E!)e Song of a Summer Stream. 
 
 A FEW months ago 
 
 I was singing through the snow, 
 Though the dead brown boughs gave no hope of summer shoots, 
 
 And my persevering fall 
 
 Seemed to be no use at all, 
 For the hard, hard frost would not let me reach the roots. 
 
 Then the mists hung chill 
 
 All along the wooded hill, 
 And the cold sad fog through my lonely dingles crept ; 
 
 I was glad I had no power 
 
 To awake one tender flower 
 To a sure, swift doom ! I would rather that it slept. 
 
 Still I sang all alone 
 
 In the sweet old summer tone. 
 
 For the strong white ice could not hush me for a day ; 
 Though no other voice was heard 
 But the bitter breeze that whirred 
 
 Past the gaunt, grey trunks on its wild and angry way. 
 
 So the dim days sped, 
 While everything seemed dead, 
 And my own poor flow seemed the only living sign ; 
 
TJic Song of a Summer Stream. I73 
 
 And the keen stcars shone 
 When the freezing night came on, 
 From the far, far heights, all so cold and crystalline. 
 
 A few months ago 
 
 I was singing through the snow ! 
 But now the blessed sunshine is filling all the land. 
 
 And the memories are lost 
 
 Of the winter fog and frost. 
 In the presence of the Summer with her full and glowing hand. 
 
 Now the woodlark comes to drink 
 
 At my cool and pearly brink, 
 And the ladyfern is bending to kiss my rainbow foam ; 
 
 And the wild-rose buds entwine 
 
 AVith the dark-leaved bramble-vine, 
 And the centuried oak is green around the bright-eyed squirrel's 
 home. 
 
 the full and glad content 
 That my little song is blent 
 
 With the all-melodious mingling of the choristers around ! 
 
 1 no longer sing alone 
 
 Through a chill surrounding moan, 
 For the very air is trembling with its wealth of summer sound. 
 
 Though the hope seemed long deferred, 
 
 Ere the south wind's whisper heard 
 Gave a promise of the passing of the weary winter days, 
 
 Yet the blessing was secure, 
 
 For the summer time was sure 
 When the lonely songs are gathered in the mighty choir of 
 praise. 
 
174 
 
 Miscellancojis. 
 
 ^n Autumn l^^oUtfag* 
 
 DON'T want to think about " the meaning," 
 \j^ I don't want to think fine thoughts at all ! 
 On the great heather cushions leaning, 
 I'm watching the sunset, that is all ! 
 
 ■T^ "Why should I puzzle and tease with questions, 
 When Nature shows me her picture-book % 
 I will leave her to make her own suggestions, 
 And just do nothing but sit and look. 
 
 I have finished' the work of a busy season, 
 
 And I want to quiet a busy brain, 
 Now is the time for rest, (in reason), 
 
 Before I begin a new campaign. 
 
 And oh it is rest, and most delicious, 
 To know that I need not speak a word ; 
 
 By only the midges (most officious !) 
 Could anything here be overheard. 
 
 /s?i'^ it nice ! The bracken browning 
 Is almost gold in the autumn glow. 
 
 And the silver birch, with the same fair crowning, 
 Gleams like a streak of glistening snow. 
 
 The sweet south air is so soft and quiet, 
 Stealing along through the fern to me, 
 
Golden Land. 
 
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 After the most uncivil riot 
 
 Of his cousin from over the western sea. 
 
 The broad blaze hides all the fresh-foldings, 
 Under the flood of sunset light, 
 
 And touches anew all the quarry mouldings 
 Of the eastern hills with its gilding bright. 
 
 The clouds are hanging a cool grey curtain, 
 Up in the north till the sun gets low ; 
 
 Only biding their time, and certain 
 Then to flaunt in a crimson show. 
 
 Slowly, slowly the sun is sinking. 
 Silence and glory are everywhere ! 
 
 No more writing and no more thinking ! 
 Only rest in the golden air ! 
 
 ffioltien iLanti, 
 
 TAR from home alone I wander 
 
 Over mountain and pathless wave. 
 But the fair land that shineth yonder 
 
 Claimeth the love that erst it gave. 
 Golden Land, so far, so nearing ! 
 
 Land of those who wait for me ! 
 Ever brighter the vision cheering, 
 
 Golden Land, I haste to thee 1 
 
 On my path a golden sunlight 
 Softly falls where'er I roam, 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 And I know it is the one light 
 
 Both of exile and of home. 
 Golden Land, so far, so near, 
 On my heart engraven clear, 
 Thou2;h I wander from strand to strand, 
 Dwells my heart in that Golden Land. 
 
 SeptemUr 15th, 1876. 
 
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 Eije Sons of Hobc, 
 
 PASSED along the meadows fair, 
 4^ The lark's loud carol filled the air, 
 A living song up-soaring. 
 A wanderer passed along, and sang 
 A song that all the lark's outrang. 
 His very soul outpouring. 
 
 " Still onward to my quiet home, 
 With yearning, glad endeavour. 
 Still singing all the way I roam 
 A sonsr of love for ever." 
 
 I passed along the forest greeny 
 And heard a song ring out between 
 
 The leafy aisles o'erarching. 
 The music filled the silent shade, 
 The singer passed through glen and glade, 
 With steady footstep marching. 
 " Still onward to my quiet home, 
 With yearning, glad endeavour, 
 Still singing all the way I roam 
 A song of love for ever." 
 
The So Jig of Love. 
 
 I lingered by the river side, 
 And watched a tiny vessel glide, 
 
 And saw the white sails glisten : 
 The helm was in the Avanderer's hand. 
 The same clear music reached the strand/ 
 And bid my whole soul listen. 
 "Still onward to my quiet home, 
 With yearning, glad endeavour, 
 Still singing all the Avay I roam 
 A song of love for ever." 
 
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 I passed the quiet churchyard bound, 
 And stood beside a new-made mound 
 
 In silent sunset glory ; 
 The flowering grasses, fresh and fair, 
 Waved lightly in the golden air, 
 And softly told the story. 
 
 " He resteth in his blessed home, 
 
 AVhence nothing now can sever, 
 Still singing, though no more to roam, 
 His song of love for ever." 
 
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 Vqz ^urncti iLrsson, 
 
 W?3^5 THOUGHT I knew it ! " she said, 
 
 I " I thought I had learnt it quite ! " 
 ,.}-t,c^ But the gentle Teacher shook her head, 
 P- "'f^^ With a grave yet loving light 
 ^<^t-' In the eyes that fell on the upturned face, 
 As she gave the book 
 With the mark still set in the self-same place. 
 
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 " I thought I knew it ! " she said ; 
 
 And a heavy tear fell doAvn, 
 As she turned away Avith bending head, 
 
 Yet not for reproof or frown, 
 Not for the lesson to learn again, 
 
 Or the play -hour lost ; — 
 It was something else that gave the pain. 
 
 She could not have put it in Avords, 
 
 But her Teacher understood, 
 As God understands the chirp of the birds 
 
 In the depth of an autumn Avood. 
 And a quiet touch on the reddening cheek 
 
 Was quite enough ; 
 No need to question, no need to speak. 
 
 Then the gentle voice was heard, 
 
 " NoAv I Avill try you again ! " 
 And the lesson Avas mastered, — every Avord ! 
 
 Was it not worth the pain % 
 
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 Was it not kinder the task to turn, 
 
 Than to let it pass, 
 As a lost, lost leaf that she did not learn % 
 
 Is it not often so, 
 
 That we only learn in part, 
 And the Master's testin2:-time mav show 
 
 That it was not quite " by heart " % 
 Then He gives, in His wise and patient grace, 
 
 That lesson again 
 With the mark still set in the self-same place. 
 
 Only, stay by His side 
 
 Till the page is really known. 
 It may be we failed because we tried 
 
 To learn it all alone. 
 And now that He would not let us lose 
 
 One lesson of love, 
 (For He knows the loss,) — can we refuse 1 
 
 But oh ! how could we dream 
 
 That we knew it all so well % 
 Reading so fluently, as we deem, 
 
 What Ave could not even spell ! 
 And oh ! how could we grieve once more 
 
 That Patient One 
 Who has turned so many a task before ! 
 
 That waiting One, who now 
 
 Is letting us try again ; 
 Watching us with the patient brow 
 
 That bore the wreath of pain ; 
 Thoroughly teaching what He Avould teach, 
 
 Line upon line, 
 Thoroughly doing His work in each. 
 
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 Miscdlaneoiis. 
 
 Then let our hearts " be still," 
 Though our task is turned to-day. 
 
 Oh let Him teach us what He will, 
 In His own gracious way. 
 
 Till, sitting only at Jesu's feet, 
 As we learn each line. 
 
 The hardest is found all clear and sweet ! 
 
 llo.rck 2S«A, 1876. 
 
 SLcaning obcr t|)e SEatcrfalL 
 
 A young lady, aged 20, fell over the rocks at 
 the Swallow Waterfall in the summer of 1873, 
 and was lost to sight in a moment. The 
 body was not recovered till four hours after- 
 wards. 
 
 EANING over the waterfall ! 
 Lured by the fairy sight. 
 Heeding not the warning call. 
 
 Watching the foam and the flow, 
 Smooth and dark, or swift and bright. 
 Here in the shade and there in the light ! 
 
 Oh, who could knoAv 
 The coming sorrow, the nearing woe 1 
 
 Leaning over the waterfall ! 
 
 Only a day before 
 She had spoken of Jesu's wondrous call. 
 
 As He trod the waves of Galilee. 
 They asked, as she gazed from the sunset shore, 
 " If He walked that water, what would you do % " 
 Then fell the answer, glad and true, 
 
 " If He beckoned me, 
 I would go to Him on the pathless sea." 
 
Leaning over the Waterfall. 
 
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 Leaning over the waterfall 
 Only a moment before ! 
 
 And then the slip, the helpless call, 
 
 The plunge unheard in the pauseless roar 
 By the startled watchers on the shore ; 
 
 And the feet that stood by the waterfall. 
 So fair and free, 
 
 Are standing with Christ by the crystal sea. 
 
 Leaning over the waterfall ! 
 Have you not often leant 
 
 (What should hinder % or what appal X) 
 
 Freely, fearlessly, over the brink. 
 Merrily glancing adown the stream, 
 Or gazing rapt in a musical dream 
 
 At the lovely waters % But pause and think — 
 Who kept your feet. 
 
 And suffered you not such death to meet 1 
 
 Leaning over the waterfall ! 
 
 What if ijoiir feet had slipped ? 
 Kever a moment of power to call, 
 
 Never a hand in time to save 
 
 From the terrible rush of the ruthless wave ! 
 Hearken ! would it be ill or well 
 
 If thus you fell % 
 Hearken ! would it be heaven or hell ? 
 
 Leaning over the waterfall ! 
 
 Listen, and learn, and lean ! 
 Listen to Him whose loving call 
 
 Soundeth deep in your heart to-day ! 
 
 Learn of Jesus, the only Avay, 
 How to be holy, how to be blest ! 
 
 Lean on His breast, 
 And yours shall be safety and joy and rest. 
 
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 • Miscellaneous. 
 
 ( (il^^O it has come to you, dear, 
 ^ rk j// Come so soon ! 
 
 ' y i//Q^~), Come in the sunshine early, 
 l\j^^^ Come in the morning pearly, 
 {r'fr^~~i^ b> Not in the blaze of noon. 
 
 Yes, it has come to you, dear, 
 
 Strange and sweet ; 
 Come ere the merry May-time 
 Melts to the glowing hay-time, 
 Hushed in the sultry heat. 
 
 Come — with mysterious shadow, 
 
 Weird and new — 
 Come with a magic lustre 
 Hung on the shining cluster 
 Ripening fast for you. 
 
 Come ! and the exquisite minor, 
 
 Rich and deep, 
 Swells with ^olian blending 
 Chords of the spirit, ending 
 Boyhood's enchanted sleep. 
 
 Sleep that is past for ever ! 
 Is it gain ] 
 
The AiiHikemng. 
 
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 What does the waking seem like % 
 Love that is only dream-like 
 Sings not a truthful strain. 
 
 Hearts that have roused and listened 
 
 Never more, 
 (Though they may miss the crossed tones, 
 Though they may mourn the lost tones,) 
 Sleep as the}^ slept before. 
 
 Come ! and the great transition 
 
 Now is past ! 
 Never again the boy-life. 
 Only the pain — and joy-life. 
 More of the first than last. 
 
 Come ! and they do not guess it, 
 
 Why such a change ! 
 Why should the mirth and riot ^^, ^ 
 Tone into manly quiet ! (ij,' 
 
 Is it not passing strange 1 
 
 Come ! 'Tis a night of wonder 
 
 At this call. 
 Characters cabalistic, 
 Writings all dim and mystic 
 Tremble upon the wall. 
 
 Come ! am I glad or sorry % 
 
 Wait and see ! 
 Wait for God's silent moulding. 
 Wait for His full unfolding, 
 Wait for the days to be. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
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 iS-$l^^ Jlaiticns of (JHiigtanti ..^-^J-^ 
 
 
 
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 ON THE PRESENTATION OF A BIBLE TO THEIR 
 
 Princess Hogal 
 
 Ere the pathless ocean waters 
 
 Bear thee far from England's shore, 
 • Come we, England's youthful daughters, 
 Warmly greeting thee once more. 
 
 Rarest jewels, lustre flinging, 
 Grace thy royal diadem ; 
 • Yet we come, an offerins; brindnc; 
 Richer than its richest gem. 
 
 While with prayerful love unspoken, 
 Princess ! glows each maiden heart, 
 
 Deign to take this sacred token. 
 Brightest lamp and suroet chart. 
 
 May its holy precepts guide thee 
 In each hour of joy or sadness ; 
 
 Yet may he who stands beside thee 
 Share with thee unfading gladness. 
 
 Ever on thy pathway shining, 
 Living stars 'mid earthly night, 
 
Scotland's lVelcoi>ic to H.R.H. the Princess Louise. 1S5 
 
 May its peace and grace entAvining 
 Gird thee with a robe of light. 
 
 Kose of England ! fragrance breathing, 
 To thy far new home depart, 
 
 Eound thy early bloom enAvreathing 
 All the love of England's heart. 
 
 Be thy gladness ever vernal 
 'Mid the Avintry scenes below, 
 
 Till a crown of life eternal 
 Gleams upon thy royal brow ! 
 
 Father, be Thou ever near her ! 
 
 Saviour, fill her Avith Thy love ! 
 Let Thy constant presence cheer her, 
 
 Joy-imparting Holy Dove ! 
 
 January 1858. 
 
 Scotlanti's mdcomc to f?.E J?, tfje princess iLouisc. 
 
 Sweet Rose of the South ! contented to rest 
 In the fair island home which thy presence has blessed : 
 From the Highlands resounding, glad Avelcome shall float, 
 And the Lowlands re-echo the jubilant note. 
 
 Merry England has loved thee and cherished thee long, 
 Her blessings go Avith thee in prayer and in song ; 
 Bonnie Scotland has won thee, and lays at thy feet 
 Love tender and fervent, love loyal and sAveet. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Chorus. — Our own bonnie Scotland with welcome shall ring, 
 AVhile greeting and homage we loyally bring ; 
 The crown of our love shall thy diadem be, 
 And the throne of our hearts is waiting for thee. 
 
 Then come, like the sunrise that gilds with a smile 
 The dark mountains and valleys of lonely Argyle ; 
 Golden splendour shall fall on the pale northern snow, 
 And with roselight of love the purple shall glow. 
 
 Though the voice that should bless, and the hand that should 
 
 seal, 
 Is " away," and at rest in " the land o' the leal," 
 May the God of thy father look graciously down, 
 AVith blessings on blessings thy gladness to crown. 
 
 Chorus. — Our own bonnie Scotland with welcome shall ring. 
 While greeting and homage we loyally bring ; 
 The crown of our love shall thy diadem be. 
 And the throne of our hearts is waiting for thee. 
 
 
 March 1871. 
 
 
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 In ILoual anti iLobing Bcmcmijrance of 
 mMM. tt}c princess ^Uce, 
 
 Two nations mourn ! The same great grief is known 
 By human hearts on either side the sea, 
 
 Mourning with those who yet must mourn alone 
 Upon the silent height where only He 
 
 Can come and whisper comfort, who hath worn 
 
 The lonely diadem of cruel thorn. 
 
 Mourning for her Avhose royal love hath shewn 
 Secrets of comfort in the darkest days ; 
 
 Who, like her Master, stooping from a throne 
 The suffering or the lost could heal or raise ; 
 
 Leaving, like Him, example pure and bright, 
 
 For court or cottage home a starry light. 
 
 Two nations mourn ; a hand from each would lay 
 Fair flowers and simple verse upon her tomb to-day. 
 
 December 23d, 1S79. 
 
 Written to accompany a memorial weath of white roses and palm leaves, painted 
 by the Baroness Helga von Cramm. 
 
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 JiJiscellajieotis. 
 
 i^attonal l^gmn. 
 
 [Written by request to music by 
 Rossini, 1873.] 
 
 LORD most high, 
 Who art God and Father, 
 
 Hear Thou our cry, 
 While Thy children gather ! 
 Lord of Peace, oh hearken, 
 Though Avar-clouds darken ! 
 Do Thou our labours bless, 
 And crown them with success ! 
 
 Bend from Thy glory now, 
 Hear each suppliant vow ! 
 
 And on our children pour 
 Blessings evermore. 
 Guarded by Thee, 
 England shall be 
 Bright in Thy light. 
 Strong in Thy might, 
 Glorious and free ! 
 
 Hero and saint, 
 
 Victors at last, 
 Bid us not faint, 
 
 But follow, follow fast. 
 
National Hymn. 
 
 Make us, we pray, 
 Loyal as they, 
 Faithful and brave, 
 Our country to save ! 
 
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 When in the grina fight, 
 Pierceth the dim light. 
 Through the cleft ranks that shall close no more, 
 Fearfully flashing, 
 Awfully crashing, 
 Death-furrows follow the cannon's roar. 
 When Avounded lie. 
 Ready to die ; 
 When death is braved. 
 That life may be saved ; 
 Teach us to show 
 
 Mercy with miglit, 
 Pardon the foe, 
 
 Crown Thou the right ! 
 
 \ Father, hear us ! 
 
 Thou art near us ! 
 Guard and cheer us 
 
 By Thy strong hand ! 
 Then Art resplendent, 
 Labour attendant, 
 Shall bless our land ! 
 
 Lord, bless the land we love, 
 God save our Queen ! 
 
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 figmn for Irclanti. 
 
 "The isles sliall wait upon Me, and on Mine arm shall they trust.'— laA. li. 5 
 
 Father, Ave would plead Thy promise, bending at Tliy 
 
 glorious throne. 
 That the isles shall Avait ui^on Thee, trusting in Thine arm 
 
 alone ! 
 One bright isle we bring before Thee, while in faith Thy 
 
 children pray 
 For a full and mighty blessing, with united voice to-day. 
 
 Gracious Saviour, look in mercy on this Island of the West, 
 Win the wandering and the weary with Thy pardon and Thy 
 
 rest : 
 As the only Friend and Saviour let Thy blessed name be owned, 
 AVho hast shed Thy blood most precious, and for ever hast 
 
 atoned ! 
 
 Blessed Spirit, lift Thy standard, pour Thy grace, and shed 
 Thy light ! 
 
 Lift the veil and loose the fetter ; come with new and quicken- 
 ing might ; 
 
 Make the desert places blossom, shower Thy sevenfold gifts 
 abroad ; 
 
 Make Thy servants wise and stedfast, valiant for the truth of 
 God. 
 
Church Missionary Jubilee Hyiiin. 
 
 191 
 
 Triune God of grace and glory, ])e the isle for which we plead, 
 Shielded, succoured with Thy blessing, strong in every hour 
 
 of need ; 
 Flooded Avith Thy truth and glory (glowing sunlight from 
 
 al)ove), 
 And encompassed with the ocean of Thine everlasting love. 
 
 Oh, surround Thy throne of power with Thine emerald bow of 
 
 peace : 
 Bid the wailing, and the warring, and the wild confusion cease. 
 Thou remainest King for ever, — Thou shalt reign, and earth 
 
 adore ! 
 Thine the kingdom, Tliine the power, Thine the glory evermore. 
 
 1S73. 
 
 Ciiurrij 
 iHisstonarg Suljilec ^]gmn. 
 
 ' He shall see of the travail of His soul, aiul shall bu 
 satisfied." — Isa. liii. 11. 
 
 EJOICE with Jesus Christ to-day, 
 All ye who love His holy sway ! 
 The travail of His soul is past. 
 He shall be satisfied at last. 
 
 Rejoice Avith Him, rejoice indeed, 
 For He shall see His chosen seed ! 
 But ours the trust, the grand employ, 
 To work out this divinest joy. 
 
 Of all His own He loseth none. 
 They shall be gathered one by one ; 
 
192 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 He gathereth the smallest grain, 
 His travail shall not be in vain. 
 
 Arise and work ! arise and pray 
 That He would haste the dawning day 
 And let the silver trumpet sound, 
 "Wherever Satan's slaves are found. 
 
 The vanquished foe shall soon be stilled. 
 The conquering Saviour's joy fulfilled. 
 Fulfilled in us, fulfilled in them, 
 His crown, His royal diadem. 
 
 Soon, soon our waiting eyes shall see 
 The Saviour's mighty Jubilee ! 
 His harvest-joy is filling fast, 
 He shall be satisfied at last ! 
 
 Good, Friday 1S77. 
 
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 My Alpine staff recalls each shining height, 
 Each pass of grandeur with rejoicing gained, 
 Carved with a lengthening record, self explained, 
 
 Of mountain-memories sublime and brisrht. 
 
 No valley-life but hath some mountain days, 
 Bright summits in the retrospective view, 
 And toil-won passes to glad prospects new, 
 
 Fair sunlit memories of joy and praise. 
 

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A Merrie Christmas. 
 
 193 
 
 Grave on thy heart each past " red-letter day ! " 
 Forget not all the sunshine of the way 
 By which the Lord hath led thee : answered prayers 
 And joys unasked ; strange blessings, lifted cares, 
 Grand promise-echoes ! Thus thy life shall be 
 One record of His love and faithfulness to thee. 
 
 a itXcrrtc Cljiistmas. 
 
 MERRIE Christmas " to you ! 
 
 For we serve the Lord with mirth, 
 And we carol forth glad tidings 
 
 Of our holy Saviour's birth. 
 So we keep the olden greeting 
 
 With its meaning deep and true, 
 And wish " a merrie Christmas " 
 
 And a happy New Year to you ! 
 
 Oh, yes ! " a merrie Christmas," 
 
 With blithest song and smile, 
 Bright with the thought of Him who dwelt 
 
 On earth a little while, 
 That we might dwell for ever 
 
 Where never falls a tear : 
 So " a merrie Christmas " to you, 
 
 And a happy, happy year ! 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way ; 
 New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day ; 
 New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight, 
 New praise in the morning, new songs in the night ; 
 New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise ; 
 New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise ; 
 New gifts from His treasures, new smiles from His face ; 
 New streams from the fountain of infinite grace ; 
 New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love ; 
 New gleams of the glory that waits thee above ; 
 New light of His countenance full and unpriced ; — 
 All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ ! 
 
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 ^notfjcr gear. 
 
 NOTHEE year is dawning ! 
 * Dear Master, let it be, 
 In working or in waiting. 
 Another year with Thee. 
 
 Another year of leaning 
 Upon Thy loving breast, 
 
 Of ever-deepening trustfulness, 
 Of quiet, happy rest. 
 
 Another year of mercies. 
 Of faithfulness and grace ; 
 
 Another year of gladness 
 In the shining of Thy face. 
 
Faithful Promises. 
 
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 Another year of progress, 
 Another year of praise ; 
 
 Another year of proving 
 Thy presence " all the days." 
 
 Another year of service, 
 Of witness for Thy love ; 
 
 Another year of training 
 For holier work above. 
 
 Another year is dawning, 
 Dear Master, let it be, 
 
 On earth, or else in heaven. 
 Another year for Thee ! 
 
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 Jaitijful ^Promises. 
 
 Isaiah xli. 10. 
 NEW year's hymn. 
 
 STANDING at the portal 
 
 =S'"*UV ^^ '^^^ opening year, 
 . C^''\^ "Words of comfort meet us, 
 ^'' Hushing every fear ; 
 
 Spoken through the silence 
 
 By our Father's voice. 
 Tender, strong, and faithful, 
 Making us rejoice. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
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 Onward then, and fear not, 
 Children of the day, 
 
 For His word shall never, 
 Never pass away. 
 
 I, the Lord, am with thee, 
 
 Be thou not afraid ! 
 I Avill help and strengthen, 
 
 Be thou not dismayed ! 
 Yea, I will uphold thee 
 
 With my own right hand ; 
 Thou art called and chosen 
 In my sight to stand. 
 
 Onward then, and fear not. 
 
 Children of the day ! 
 For His word shall never, 
 Never pass away ! 
 
 For the year before us, 
 
 Oh what rich supplies ! 
 For the poor and needy 
 
 Living streams shall rise ; 
 For the sad and sinful 
 
 Shall His grace abound ; 
 For the faint and feeble 
 Perfect strength be found. 
 Onward then, and fear not. 
 
 Children of the day ! 
 For His word shall never. 
 Never pass away ! 
 
 He will never fail us. 
 He will not forsake ; 
 
 His eternal covenant 
 He will never break ! 
 
New Years Wishes. 
 
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 Resting on His promise, 
 
 Wliat have we to fear 1 
 God is all-sufficient 
 For the coming year. 
 
 Onward then, and fear not, 
 
 Children of the day ! 
 For His word shall never, 
 Never pass away ! 
 
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 ■HAT shall I wish thee] 
 
 Treasures of earth 1 
 Songs in the springtime, 
 
 Pleasure and mirth ] 
 Flowers on thy pathway, 
 
 Skies ever clear 1 
 Would this ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year 1 
 
 What shall I wish thee 1 
 What can be found 
 
 Bringing thee sunshine 
 All the year round 1 
 
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 Miscdlaiicoiis. 
 
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 Where is the treasure, 
 Lasting and dear, 
 
 That shall ensure thee 
 A Happy New Year ? 
 
 Faith that increaseth, 
 
 Walking in light ; 
 Hope that aboundeth, 
 
 Happy and bright ; 
 ^ Love that is perfect, 
 
 Casting out fear ; 
 These shall ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 eace in the Saviour, 
 
 Rest at His feet. 
 Smile of His countenance, 
 
 Radiant and sweet, 
 Joy in His presence ! 
 
 Christ ever near ! 
 This will ensure thee 
 
 A Happy New Year ! 
 
TJiy Father Waits for Thee. 
 
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 Cf)2 JFatt)cr Maits for ^'^ee. 
 
 ANDERER from thy Father's home, 
 80 full of sin, so far away, 
 
 Wilt thou any longer roam % 
 Oh, wilt thou not return to-day % 
 
 Wxlt thou ? Oh, He knows it all, 
 Thy Father sees, He meets thee here ! 
 
 Wilt thou % Hear His tender call, 
 " Return, return ! " Avhile He is near. 
 
 He is here ! His loving voice 
 Hath reached thee, though so far away ! 
 
 He is waiting to rejoice, 
 O wandering one, o'er thee to day. 
 
 Waiting, waiting to bestow 
 His perfect pardon, full and free ; 
 
 Waiting, waiting till thou know 
 His wealth of love for thee, for thee ! 
 
 Rise and go ! Thy Father waits 
 To welcome and receive and bless ; 
 
 Thou shalt tread His palace gates 
 In royal robe of righteousness. 
 
 Thine shall be His heart of love. 
 And thine His smile, and thine His home, 
 
 Thine His joy, all joys above — 
 O wandering child, no longer roam ! 
 
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 Miscclla ncoiis. 
 
 
 Mill ifou not Come? 
 
 Will you not come to Him for Life ? 
 
 Why will ye die, oh, why ? 
 He gave His life for you, for you ! 
 The gift is free, the word is true ! 
 
 AVill you not come 1 oh, why will you die 1 
 
 AYill you not come to Him for Peace ? 
 
 Peace through His cross alone ! 
 He shed His precious blood for you ; 
 The gift is free, the word is true ! 
 
 He is our Peace — oh, is He your own ? 
 
 Will you not come to Him for Best ? 
 
 All that are weary, come ! 
 The rest He gives is deep and true, 
 'Tis ofiered now, 'tis offered you ! 
 
 Eest in His love and rest in His home. 
 
 Will you not come to Him for Joy ? 
 
 Will you not come for this 1 
 He laid His joys aside for you. 
 To give you joy so sweet, so true : 
 
 SorroAving heart, oh, drink of the bliss ! 
 
Wi// You not Come ? 
 
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 Will you not come to Him for Love, 
 
 Love that can fill the heart 1 
 Exceeding great, exceeding free ! 
 He loveth you, He loveth me ! 
 
 Will you not come ? Why stand you apart ? 
 
 Will you not come to Him for all 1 
 
 Will you not " taste and see 1 " 
 He waits to give it all to you, 
 The gifts are free, the words are true ! 
 
 Jesus is calling, " Come unto Me ! " 
 
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Consecration H^mm. 
 
 " Here we offer an<l present unto Thee, O Lord, ourselves, our souls and bodies, to be 
 a reasouable, holy, and lively sacrifice unto Thee." 
 
 Take my life, and let it be 
 Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. 
 
 Take my moments and my days ; 
 Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 
 
 Take my hands, and let them move 
 At the impulse of Thy love. 
 
 Take my feet, and let them be 
 Swift and " beautiful " for Thee. 
 
 ^^ Take my voice, and let me sing 
 3^ Always, only, for my King. 
 
 Take my lips, and let them be 
 Filled with messages from Thee. 
 
 Take my silver and my gold ; 
 Not a mite would I withhold. 
 
 Take my intellect, and nse 
 Every power as Thou shalt choose. 
 
 Take my will, and make it Thine ; 
 It shall be no longer mine. 
 
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 Take my heart, it is Thine own ; 
 It shall be Thy royal throne. 
 
 Take my love ; my Lord, I pour 
 At Thy feet its treasure-store. 
 
 Take myself, and I will be 
 Ever, only, all for Thee. 
 
 "Know- that the Lord hath set apart him that is godly for Himself." — Ps. iv. 3. 
 
 I. 
 
 Set ajDart for Jesus ! 
 Is not this enough, 
 Though the desert prospect 
 Open wild and rough % 
 Set apart for His delight, 
 
 Chosen for His holy pleasure, 
 Sealed to be His special treasure ! 
 Could we choose a nobler joy % — and would we if we might % 
 
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 Set apart to serve Him, 
 
 Ministers of light, 
 Standing in His presence, 
 Ready day or night ! 
 Chosen for His service blest. 
 
 He would have us ahvays willing 
 Like the angel-hosts, fulfilling 
 Swiftly and rejoicingly, each recognised behest. 
 
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 III. 
 
 Set apart to praise Him, 
 
 Set apart for this ! 
 Have the blessed angels 
 Any truer bliss % 
 Soft the prelude, though so clear ; 
 Isolated tones are trembling ; 
 But the chosen choir, assembling, 
 Soon shall sing together, while the universe shall hear. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Set apart to love Him, 
 
 And His love to know ! 
 Not to waste affection 
 On a passing show. 
 Called to give Him life and heart. 
 
 Called to pour the hidden treasure. 
 That none other claims to measure, 
 Into His beloved hand ! thrice-bless6d " set apart ! " 
 
 V. 
 
 Set apart for ever 
 
 For Himself alone ! 
 Now we see our calling 
 Gloriously shown ! 
 Owning, with no secret dread. 
 This our holy separation, 
 Now the crown of consecration 
 Of the Lord our God shall rest upon our willing head ! ^ 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 Srcrct of a l^appy ©au. 
 
 The secret of the Lord is with them that fear 
 Him." — Ps. XXV. 14. 
 
 'UST to let thy Father do 
 What He will ; 
 Just to know that He is true, 
 
 And be still. 
 Just to follow hour by hour 
 
 As He leadeth ; 
 Just to draw the moment's power 
 As it needeth. 
 Just to trust Him, this is all ! 
 Then the day will surely be 
 Peaceful, whatsoe'er befall, 
 
 Bright and blessed, calm and free. 
 
 II. 
 
 Just to let Him speak to thee 
 
 Through His Word, 
 Watching, that His voice may be 
 
 Clearly heard. 
 Just to tell Him everything 
 
 As it rises. 
 And at once to Him to bring 
 All surprises. 
 Just to listen, and to stay 
 
 Where you cannot miss His voice. 
 This is all ! and thus to-day. 
 Communing, you shall rejoice. 
 
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 The Secret of a Happy Day. 
 
 III. 
 
 Just to ask Him what to do 
 
 All the day, 
 And to make you quick and true 
 
 To obey. 
 Just to know the needed grace 
 
 He bestoweth, 
 Every bar of time and place 
 Overfloweth. 
 Just to take thy orders straight 
 
 From the Master's own command ! 
 Blessed day ! when thus we wait 
 Always at our Sovereign's hand. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Just to recollect His love 
 
 Always true ; 
 Always shining from above, 
 
 Always new. 
 Just to recognise its light 
 
 All-enfolding ; 
 Just to claim its present might, 
 All-upholding. 
 Just to know it as thine own, 
 
 That no power can take away. 
 Is not this enough alone 
 
 For the gladness of the day 1 
 
 V. 
 
 Just to trust, and yet to ask 
 
 Guidance still ; 
 
 Take the training, or the task, 
 
 As He will, 
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210 L oyal Responses. 
 
 Just to take the loss or gain, 
 
 As He sends it ; 
 Just to take the joy or pain, 
 As He lends it. 
 He who formed thee for His praise 
 Will not miss the gracious aim ; 
 So to-day and all thy days 
 
 Shall be moulded for the same. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Just to leave in His dear hand 
 
 Little things, 
 All we cannot understand, 
 
 All that stings ! 
 Just to let Him take the care 
 
 Sorely pressing, 
 Finding all we let Him bear 
 Changed to blessing. 
 This is all ! and yet the Avay 
 
 Marked by Him who loves thee best ! 
 Secret of a happy day, 
 
 Secret of His promised rest. 
 
The Unfailing One. 
 
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 ^^:}^^wtie ®[nf ailing ©ne. 
 
 Ti|- "'^ I, J- "Hefailethnot."— Zeph. m. 5. 
 
 He who hath led will lead 
 
 All through the wilderness ; 
 He who hath fed will feed ; 
 
 He who hath blessed will bless ; 
 He who hath heard thy cry, 
 
 Will never close His ear ; 
 He who hath marked thy faintest sigh, 
 
 Will not forget thy tear. 
 He loveth always, faileth never ; 
 So rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
 II. 
 He who hath made thee whole 
 
 Will heal thee day by day ; 
 He who hath spoken to thy soul 
 
 Hath many things to say. 
 He who hath gently taught 
 
 Yet more will make thee know ; 
 He who so wondrously hath wrought 
 Yet greater things will show. 
 He loveth always, faileth never ; 
 So rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
 III. 
 He who hath made thee nigh 
 
 Will draw thee nearer still ; 
 He who hath given the first supply 
 
 Will satisfy and fill. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 He who hath given thee grace 
 
 Yet more and more will send ; 
 He Avho hath set thee in the race 
 Will speed thee to the end. 
 He loveth always, faileth never ; 
 So rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 He who hath won thy heart 
 
 Will keej) it true and free ; 
 He who hath shown thee Avhat thou art 
 
 Will show Himself to thee. 
 He who hath bid thee live, 
 
 And made thy life His own, 
 Life more abundantly will give. 
 
 And keep it His alone. 
 He loveth always, faileth never ; 
 So rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Then trust Him for to-day 
 
 As thine unfailing Friend, 
 And let Him lead thee all the way, 
 
 Who loveth to the end. 
 And let the morrow rest 
 
 In His beloved hand ; 
 His good is better than our best, 
 
 As we shall understand, — 
 If, trusting Him who faileth never. 
 We rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
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 " Thine are we. David, and on tliy side, thou son of Jesse."— 1 Chron. xii. IS. 
 
 Who is on the Lord's side 1 
 
 AVho will serve the King 1 
 Who will be His helpers, 
 
 Other Hves to bring 1 
 Who will leave the world's side 1 
 
 "Who will face the foe ? 
 Who is on the Lord's side ? 
 
 Who for Him will go ? 
 Eesjwnse. By Thy call of mercy, 
 By Thy grace divine, 
 AVe are on the Lord's side ; 
 Saviour, we are Thine. 
 
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 Not for weight of glory, 
 
 Not for crown and palm, 
 Enter we the army, 
 
 Eaise the warrior-psalm ; 
 But for Love that claimeth 
 Lives for whom He died : 
 He whom Jesus nameth 
 Must be on His side. 
 Response. By Thy love constraining. 
 By Thy grace divine, 
 "We are on the Lord's side ; 
 Saviour, we arc Thine. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 III. 
 
 Jesus, Thou hast bought us, 
 
 Not with gold or gem, 
 But with Thine own life-blood, 
 
 For Thy diadem. 
 With Thy blessing filling 
 
 Each Avho comes to Thee, 
 Thou hast made us willing, 
 Thou hast made us free. 
 Response. By Thy grand redemption. 
 By Thy grace divine. 
 We are on the Lord's side ; 
 Saviour, we are Thine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Fierce may be the conflict, U 
 
 Strong may be the foe, 
 But the King's own army 
 
 None can overthrow. 
 Eound His standard ranging. 
 
 Victory is secure, 
 For His truth unchanging 
 Makes the triumph sure. 
 Response. Joyfully enlisting 
 
 By Thy grace divine. 
 We are on the Lord's side ; 
 Saviour, we are Thine. 
 
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 Chosen to be soldiers 
 
 In an alien land ; 
 " Chosen, called, and faithful," 
 
 For our Captain's band ; 
 
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 In the service royal 
 
 Let us not grow cold ; 
 Let us be right loyal, 
 
 Noble, true, and bold. 
 Resjponse. Master, Thou wilt keep us, 
 By Thy grace divine, 
 Always on the Lord's side, 
 Saviour, always Thine ! 
 
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 True-hearted, whole-hearted, faithful and loyal, 
 King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be ! 
 
 Lender Thy standard, exalted and royal. 
 
 Strong in Thy strength, Ave will battle for Thee ! 
 
 II. 
 
 True-hearted, whole-hearted ! Fullest allegiance 
 Yielding henceforth to our glorious King ; 
 
 Valiant endeavour and loving obedience 
 Freely and joyously now would we bring. 
 
2 1 6 L oyal Responses. 
 
 III. 
 True-hearted ! Saviour, Thou knowest our story ; 
 
 Weak are the hearts that we lay at Thy feet, 
 Sinful and treacherous ! yet, for Thy glory, 
 
 Heal them, and cleanse them from sin and deceit. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Whole-hearted ! Saviour, beloved and glorious, 
 Take Thy great power, and reign Thou alone, 
 
 Over our wills and affections victorious, 
 
 Freely surrendered, and wholly Thine own. 
 
 V. 
 
 //a//-hearted, /a/se-hearted ! Heed we the warning ! 
 
 Only the whole can be jDerfectly true ; 
 Bring the whole offering, all timid thought scorning, 
 
 True-hearted only if whole-hearted too. 
 
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 Half-hearted ! Saviour, shall aught be withholden, 
 
 Giving Thee part Avho hast given us all ] 
 Blessings outpouring, and promises golden 
 
 Pledging, with never reserve or recall. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Half-hearted ! Master, shall any who know Thee 
 
 Grudge Thee their lives, who hast laid down Thine own % 
 
 Nay ; we would offer the hearts that we owe Thee, — 
 Live for Thy love and Thy glory alone. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Sisters, dear sisters, the call is resounding, 
 
 Will ye not echo the silver refrain. 
 Mighty and sweet, and in gladness abounding, — 
 
 " True-hearted, whole-hearted ! " ringing again % 
 
" By Thy Cross and Passion. 
 
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 Jesus is with us, His rest is before us, 
 Brightly His standard is waving above. 
 
 Brothers, dear brothers, in gathering cliorus, 
 Peal out the watchword of coui'age and love ! 
 
 X. 
 
 Peal out the watchword, and silence it never, 
 Song of our spirits, rejoicing and free ! 
 
 " True-hearted, whole-hearted, now and for ever, 
 King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be ! " 
 
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 He hath given us rest by His sorrow, and life 
 by His death."— John Busvan. 
 
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 HAT hast Thou done for me, mighty Friend, 
 Who lovest to the end ! 
 Reveal Thyself, that I may now behold 
 ^ Thy love unknown, untold, 
 
 \v, Bearing the curse, and made a curse for me, 
 W * That blessed and made a blessing I might be. 
 
2 1 8 L oyal Responses. 
 
 II. 
 
 Oh, Thou wast crowned with thorns, that I might wear 
 
 A crown of glory fair ; 
 " Exceeding sorrowful," that I might be 
 
 Exceeding glad in Thee ; 
 "Eejected and despised," that I might stand 
 Accepted and complete on Thy right hand. 
 
 III. 
 
 Wounded for my transgression, stricken sore, 
 That I might " sin no more ; " 
 
 Weak, that I might be always strong in Thee ; 
 Bound, that I might be free ; 
 
 Acquaint with grief, that I might only know 
 
 Fulness of joy in everlasting flow. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thine was the chastisement, with no release, 
 That mine might be the peace ; 
 
 The bruising and the cruel stripes were Thine, 
 That healing might be mine ; 
 
 Thine was the sentence and the condemnation. 
 
 Mine the acquittal and the full salvation. 
 
 V. 
 
 For Thee revilings, and a mocking throng, 
 
 For me the angel-song ; 
 For Thee the frown, the hiding of God's face, 
 
 For me His smile of grace ; 
 Sorrows of hell and bitterest death for Thee, 
 And heaven and everlasting life for me. 
 
The Opened Fount am. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 Thy cross and passion, and Thy precious death, 
 While I have mortal breath. 
 
 Shall be my spring of love and Avork and praise, 
 The life of all my days ; 
 
 Till all this mystery of love supreme 
 
 Be solved in glory — glory's endless theme ! 
 
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 ' A fountain opened for sin and for uneleanness. . . . Wounded in the 
 house of My friends."— Zech. xiii. 1, 6. 
 
 And I have wounded Thee — oh, wounded Thee ! — 
 Wounded the dear, dear Hand that holds me fast ! 
 
 Oh, to recall the word ! That cannot be ! 
 
 Oh, to unthink the thought that out of reach hath passed ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Sorrow and bitter grief replace my bliss ; 
 
 I could not wish that any joy should be ; 
 There is no room for any thought but this, 
 
 That I have sinned — have sinned — have wounded Thee ! 
 
 III. 
 
 How could I grieve Thee so ! Thou couldst have kept ; 
 
 My fall was not the failure of Thy word. 
 Thy promise hath no flaw, no dire " except," 
 
 To neutralize the grace so royally conferred. 
 
220 Loyal Responses. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oh the exceeding sinfuhiess of sin ! 
 
 Tenfold exceeding in the love-lit light 
 Of Thy sufficient grace, without, within, 
 
 Enough for every need, in never-conquered might ! 
 
 V. 
 
 With all the shame, with all the keen distress, 
 Quick, "waiting not," I flee to Thee again ; 
 
 Close to the wound, beloved Lord, I press, 
 
 That Thine own precious blood may overflow the stain. 
 
 VI. 
 
 'precious blood ! Lord, let it rest on me i 
 
 I ask not only pardon from my King, 
 But cleansing from my Priest. I come to Thee 
 
 Just as I came at first, — a sinful, helpless thing. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Oh, cleanse me now ! My Lord, I cannot stay 
 
 For evening shadows and a silent hour : 
 Now I have sinned, and now, with no delay, 
 
 I claim Thy promise and its total power. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O Saviour, bid me "go and sin no more," 
 And keep me always 'neath the mighty flow 
 
 Of Thy perpetual fountain ; I implore 
 
 That Thy perpetual cleansing I may fully know. 
 
The Precious Blood of Jesus, 
 
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 V^i precious BlootJ of %i%\\%. 
 
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 Sfi^^ RECIOTJS, precious blood of Jesus, 
 Slied on Calvary ; 
 Shed for rebels, shed for sinners, 
 Shed for me. 
 
 II. 
 
 Precious blood, that hath redeemed us ! 
 
 All the price is paid ; 
 Perfect pardon now is offered, 
 
 Peace is made. 
 
 III. 
 Precious, precious blood of Jesus, 
 
 Let it make thee whole 
 Let it flow in mighty cleansing 
 
 O'er thy soul. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Though thy sins are red like crimson, '^^^^ ^J^ "^ 
 Deep in scarlet glow, ^*^ 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 Jesu's precious blood can make them 
 White as suow. 
 
 V. 
 
 Now the holiest with boldness 
 We may enter in, 
 
 For the open fountain cleanseth 
 From all sin. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Precious blood ! by this we conquer 
 In the fiercest fight, 
 
 Sin and Satan overcoming 
 By its might. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Precious, precious blood of Jesus 
 Ever flowing free ! 
 
 believe it, receive it, 
 'Tis for Thee ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Precious blood, whose full atonement 
 Makes us nigh to God ! 
 
 Precious blood, our song of glory. 
 Praise and laud ! 
 
/ Remember Thee. 
 
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 " Thus saith the Lord, T remember thee, the kindness of thy youth, 
 the love of thine espousals." — Jer. ii. 2. 
 
 I. 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou indeed remember me, 
 Just me, the least and last 1 
 
 AVith all the names of Thy redeemed, 
 
 And all Thy angels, has it seemed 
 As though my name might perhaps be overpassed ; 
 Yet here I find Thy word of tenderest grace, 
 True for this moment, perfect for my case, — 
 '"Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee !" 
 
 II. 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou remember this of me. 
 The kindness of my youth 1 — 
 The tremulous gleams of early days, 
 The first faint thrills of love and praise. 
 Vibrating fitfully 1 Not much, in truth. 
 Can I bring back at memory's wondeiing call ; 
 Yet Thou, my faithful Lord, rememberest all, — 
 " Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee ! " 
 
 III. 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou remember this of me, 
 My love, so poor, so cold % 
 
 Oh, if I had but loved Thee more ! 
 
 Yet Thou hast pardoned. Let me pour 
 My life's best wine for Thee, my heart's best gold 
 (Worthless, yet all I have), for very shame 
 That Thou should'st tell me, calling me by name,- 
 "Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee !" 
 
224 Loyal Responses. 
 
 IV. 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou remember this of me, 
 The day of Thine own power ! 
 
 The love of mhie, espousals sweet, 
 
 The laying wholly at Thy feet 
 Of heart and life, in that glad, willing hour % 
 That love was Thine — I gave Thee but Thine own, 
 And yet the Voice falls from the emerald throne, — 
 " Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee ! " 
 
 V. 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou remember llm of me? 
 Forgetting every fall, 
 Forgetting all the treacherous days, 
 ■ Forgetting all the wandering ways. 
 With fulness of forgiveness covering all ; 
 Casting these memories, a hideous store, 
 Into the crimson sea, for evermore, 
 And only saying, " I remember thee ! " 
 
 VI. 
 My Lord, art Thou indeed remembering me % 
 Then let me not forget ! 
 Oh, be Thy kindness all the way. 
 Thy everlasting love to-day, 
 In sweet perpetual remembrance set 
 Before my view, to fill my marvelling gaze. 
 And stir my love, and lift my life to praise, 
 Because Thou sayest, " I remember thee ! " 
 
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 Itnototng. 
 
 I. 
 
 KNOW the crimson stain of sin, 
 Defiling all without, within ; 
 But now rejoicingly I know 
 That He has washed me white as snow. 
 I praise Him for the cleansing tide, 
 i Because I know that Jesus died. 
 
 II. 
 
 Atj. I know the helpless, hopeless plaint, 
 -"^-^ " The whole head sick, the whole heart faint ; " 
 \/^ But now I trust His touch of grace, 
 
 That meets so perfectly my case, 
 
 So tenderly, so truly deals ; 
 
 Because I know that Jesus heals. 
 
 III. 
 
 I know the pang of forfeit breath. 
 When life in sin was life in death j 
 But now I know His life is mine, 
 And nothing shall that cord untwine, 
 Rejoicing in the life He gives, 
 Because I know that Jesus lives. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 I know how anxious thought can press, 
 
 I know the weight of carefulness ; 
 
 But now I know the sweet reward 
 
 Of casting all upon my Lord, 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 No longer bearing what He bears, 
 Because I know that Jesus cares. 
 
 I know the sorrow that is known 
 
 To the tear-burdened heart alone ; 
 
 But now I know its full relief 
 
 Through Him who was acquaint with grief, 
 
 And peace through every trial flows. 
 
 Because I know that Jesus knows. 
 
 VI. 
 
 I know the gloom amid the mirth. 
 The longing for the love of earth ; 
 But now I know the Love that fills, 
 That gladdens, blesses, crowns, and stills. 
 That nothing mars and nothing moves, — 
 I know, I know that Jesus loves ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 1 know the shrinking and the fear, 
 When all seems wrong, and nothing clear ; 
 But now I gaze upon His throne, 
 And faith sees all His foes o'erthrown. 
 And I can wait till He explains, 
 Because I know that Jesus reigns. 
 
Trusting Jcsiis. 
 
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 '' AM trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, 
 p Trusting only Thee ; 
 ,t^£ Trusting Thee for full salvation, 
 %^^^^ Great and free. 
 
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 I am trusting Thee for pardon ; 
 
 At Thy feet I bow, 
 For Thy grace and tender mercy, 
 Trusting now. 
 
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 III. 
 
 I am trusting Thee for cleansing 
 
 In the crimson flood ; 
 Trusting Thee to make me holy 
 By Thy blood. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I am trusting Thee to guide me ; 
 
 Thou alone shalt lead ! 
 Every day and hour sui)plying 
 All my need. 
 
 I am trusting Thee for power ; 
 
 Thine can never fail ! 
 Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me, 
 Must prevail. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 VI. 
 
 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus 
 
 Never let me fall ! 
 I am trusting Thee for ever, 
 And for all. 
 
 
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 ^ „ ^PiOOKING unto Jesus ! 
 pV^fe^ ^^ Battle-shout of faith, 
 M'W'^y;?^ X^^ Shield o'er all the armour, 
 
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 Free from scar or scathe. 
 Standard of salvation, 
 
 In our hearts unfurled, 
 Let its elevation 
 
 Overcome the world ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Look away to Jesus, 
 
 Look away from all ; 
 Then we need not stumble. 
 
 Then we shall not fall. 
 From each snare that lureth, 
 
 Foe or phantom grim. 
 Safety this ensureth : 
 
 Look away to Him. 
 
Shin big. 
 
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 HI. 
 
 Looking into Jesus, 
 
 Wonderingly we trace 
 Heights of power and glory, 
 
 Depths of love and grace. 
 Vistas far unfolding 
 
 Ever stretch before. 
 As we gaze, beholding 
 
 Ever more and more. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Looking up to Jesus, 
 
 On the emerald throne ! 
 Faith shall pierce the heavens 
 
 Where our King is gone. 
 Lord, on Thee depending. 
 
 Now, continually, 
 Heart and mind ascending, 
 
 Let us dwell with Thee. 
 
 <SI)inin3* 
 
 I. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one 1 
 
 You have given your heart to Him ; 
 But is the light strong within it, 
 
 Or is it but pale and dim 1 
 Can everyhodij see it, — 
 
 That Jesus is all to you % 
 That your love to Him is burning 
 
 With radiance warm and true ] 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 Is the seal upon your forehead, 
 So that it must be known 
 
 That you are " all for Jesus," — 
 That your heart is all His own % 
 
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 II. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one % 
 
 You remember the first sweet ray, 
 When the sun arose upon you 
 
 And brought the gladsome day ; 
 When you heard the gospel message, 
 
 And Jesus Himself drew near. 
 And helped you to trust Him simply, 
 
 And took away your fear ; 
 When the darkness and the shadows 
 
 Fled like a weary night, 
 And you felt that you could praise Him, 
 
 And everything seemed bright. 
 
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 III. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one. 
 
 So that the holy light 
 May enter the hearts of others, 
 
 And make them glad and bright % 
 Have you spoken a word for Jesus, 
 
 And told to some around, 
 W^ho do not care about Him, 
 
 What a Saviour you have found % 
 Have you lifted the lamp for others, 
 
 That has guided your own glad feet % 
 Have you echoed the loving message, 
 
 That seemed to you so sweet ] 
 
Shinitig. 
 
 2^1 
 
 IV. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one, 
 
 Shining for Him all day, 
 Letting the light burn always 
 
 Along the varied way % 
 Always, — when those beside you 
 
 Are walking in the dark 1 
 Always, — when no one is helping, 
 
 Or heeding your tiny spark 1 
 Not idly letting it flicker 
 
 In every passing breeze 
 Of pleasure or temptation, 
 
 Of trouble or of ease 1 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one, 
 
 Shining just everywhere, 
 Not only in easy places. 
 
 Not only just here or there ? 
 Shining in happy gatherings, 
 
 Where all are loved and known 
 Shining where all are strangers % 
 
 Shining when quite alone ] 
 Shining at home, and making 
 
 True sunsliine all around 1 
 Shining abroad, and faithful — • 
 
 Perhaps among faithless — found ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one. 
 
 Not for yourself at all ? 
 Not because dear ones, Avatching, 
 
 Would grieve if your lamp should fall 
 Shining because you are walking 
 
 In the Sun's unclouded rays. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 And you cannot help reflecting 
 The light on which you gaze ? 
 
 Shining because it shineth 
 So warm and bright above, 
 
 That you must let out the gladness, 
 And you must show forth the love % 
 
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 M 
 
 ST 
 
 VII. 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one ? 
 
 Or is there a little sigh 
 That the lamp His love had lighted 
 
 Does not burn clear and high % 
 Is the heavenly crown that waits you 
 
 Still, still without a star. 
 Because your light was hidden, 
 
 And sent no rays afar % 
 Do you feel you have not loved Him 
 
 With a love right brave and loyal, 
 But have faintly fought and followed 
 
 His banner bright and royal % 
 
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 IVII 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Oh, come again to Jesus ! 
 
 Come as you came at first. 
 And tell Him all that hinders. 
 
 And tell Him all the worst ; 
 And take His sweet forgiveness 
 
 As you took it once before. 
 And hear His kind voice saying, 
 
 " Peace ! go, and sin no more ! " 
 Then ask for grace and courage 
 
 His name to glorify, 
 That never more His precious light 
 
 Your dimness may deny. 
 
Growing. 
 
 233 
 
 IX. 
 
 Then rise, and, " watching daily," 
 
 Ask Him your himp to trim 
 With the fresh oil He giveth. 
 
 That it may not burn dim. 
 Yes, rise and shine for Jesus ! 
 
 Be brave, and bright, and true 
 To the true and loving Saviour, 
 
 Who gave Himself for you. 
 Oh, shine for Jesus, dear one. 
 
 And henceforth be your way 
 Bright Avitli the light that shineth 
 
 Unto the perfect day ! 
 
 ><''- ' ' I. 
 
 NTO him that hath. Thou givest 
 Ever '• more abundantly." 
 
 Lord, I live because Thou livest, 
 Therefore give more life to me ; 
 
 Therefore speed me in the race ; 
 
 Therefore let me grow in grace. 
 
 Deepen all Thy work, Master, 
 Strengthen every downward root, 
 
 Only do Thou ripen faster, 
 
 More and more, Thy pleasant fruit. 
 
 Purge me, prune me, self abase. 
 
 Only let me grow in grace. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 III. 
 Jesus, grace for grace outpouring, 
 
 Show me ever greater things ; 
 Eaise me higher, sunward soaring, 
 
 Mounting as on eagle-wings. 
 By the brightness of Thy face, 
 Jesus, let me grow in grace. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let me grow by sun and shower, 
 
 Every moment water me ; 
 Make me really hour by hour 
 
 More and more conformed to Thee, 
 That Thy loving eye may trace, 
 k rwB % S ^^^ ^^ ^^^' ■'^^ growth in grace. 
 
 
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 -^ , 'j-^ ■% Let me then be always growing. 
 Never, never standing still ; 
 Listening, learning, better knowing 
 MHJ'/^;;;^^ Thee and Thy most blessed will. 
 
 T^'^^M Daily let me grow in grace. 
 
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Resting. 
 
 235 
 
 i^fStins. 
 
 " This is the rest ■wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest ; and this is the 
 refreshins'." — Isa. xxviii. 12. 
 
 I. 
 
 Eesting on the faithfulness of Christ our Lord ; 
 Resting on the fulness of His own sure word ; 
 Kesting on His j^ower, on His love untold j 
 Resting on His covenant secured of old. 
 
 11. 
 
 Resting 'neath His guiding hand for untracked days ; 
 Resting 'neath His shadow from the noontide rays \ 
 Resting at the eventide beneath His Aving, 
 In the fair pavilion of our Saviour King. 
 
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 III. 
 
 Resting in the fortress while the foe is nigh ; 
 Resting in the lifeboat while the waves roll high ; 
 Resting in His chariot for the swift glad race ; 
 Resting, always resting in His boundless grace. 
 
 rv. 
 
 Resting in the pastures, and beneath the Rock ; 
 Resting by the waters where He leads His flock ; 
 Resting, while we listen, at His glorious feet ; 
 Resting in His very arms ! — rest complete ! 
 
 Resting and believing, let us onward press, 
 Resting in Himself, the Lord our Righteousness ; 
 Resting and rejoicing, let His saved ones sing, 
 Glory, glory, glory be to Christ our King ! 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 JFilling, 
 
 " Filled with all the fulness of God."— Eph. iii. 19. 
 I. 
 
 ''>^^EK OLY Father, Thou hast spoken 
 
 -2:^^'fe^ir5i <; ' Words beyond our grasp of thought, - 
 //^N Words of grace and power unbroken, 
 g _^^ With mysterious glory fraught. 
 
 11. 
 
 Promise and command combining, 
 Doubt to chase and faith to lift ; 
 
 Self renouncing, all resigning, 
 We would claim this mighty gift. 
 
 III. 
 Take us, Lord, oh, take us truly, 
 
 Mind and soul and heart and will ; 
 Empty us and cleanse us throughly. 
 
 Then with all Thy fulness fill. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Lord, we ask it, hardly knowing 
 What this wondrous gift may be ; 
 
 But fulfil to overflowing, — 
 Thy great meaning let us see. 
 
 Make us in Thy royal palace 
 Vessels worthy for the King ; 
 
 From Thy fulness fill our chalice, 
 From Thy never-failiug spring. 
 
Increase our Faith. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 Father, by this blessed filling, 
 Dwell Thyself in us, we pray ; 
 
 We are Avaiting:, Thou art willing, 
 Fill us with Thyself to-day ! 
 
 Increase our Jaitfj. 
 
 " ' " Lord, increase our faith."— Luke xvii. 5. 
 I, 
 
 NCREASE our faith, beloved Lord ! 
 
 . ^-sJ'MIp^' ^^^ Thou alone canst give 
 ^-d^Z^ The faith that takes Thee at Thy word, 
 The faith by which we live. 
 
 II. 
 
 i2^ Increase our faith ! So weak are we, 
 That we both may and must 
 '^ Commit our very faith to Thee, 
 Entrust to Thee our trust. 
 
 III. 
 
 %p- Increase our faith ! for there is yet 
 /) Much land to be possessed ; 
 
 I And by no other strength we get 
 Our heritage of rest. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Increase our faith ! On this broad shield 
 
 ^^ All" fiery darts be caught ; 
 We must be victors in the field 
 
 Where Thou for us hast fought. 
 
 V. 
 Increase our faith, that we may claim 
 
 Each starry promise sure, 
 And ahvays triumph in Thy name, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Increase our faith, Lord, we pray, 
 
 That we may not depart 
 From Thy commands, but all obey 
 
 With free and loyal heart. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Increase our faith — increase it still — 
 From heavenward hour to hour. 
 
 And in us gloriously " fulfil 
 The work of faith with power." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Increase our faith, that never dim 
 
 Or trembling it may be, 
 Crowned with the "perfect peace" of him 
 
 "Whose mind is stayed on Thee." 
 
 IX. 
 
 Increase our faith, for Thou hast prayed 
 ^_ That it should never fail ; 
 
 ir > Our stedfast anchorage is made 
 
 With Thee, within the veil. 
 
'^Nobody Knows but Jesus y 
 
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 X. 
 
 Increase our faith, that unto Thee 
 More fruit may still abound ; 
 
 That it may grow "exceedingly," 
 And to Thy praise be found. 
 
 XI, 
 
 Increase our faith, Saviour dear, 
 By Thy sweet sovereign grace, 
 
 Till, changing faith for vision clear, 
 We see Thee face to face ! 
 
 
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 ''i^oljotiu IvnobJS ijut Scsus, 
 
 OBODY knows but Jesus ! " 
 'Tis only the old refrain 
 iP Of a quaint, pathetic slave-song. 
 But it comes again and again. 
 
 II. 
 
 I only heard it quoted, 
 And I do not know the rest ; 
 
 But the music of the message 
 Was wonderfully blessed. 
 
 III. 
 For it fell upon my spirit 
 
 Like sweetest twilight psalm. 
 When the breezy sunset waters 
 
 Die into starry calm. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Nobody knows but Jesus ! " 
 
 Is it not better so, 
 That no one else but Jesus, 
 
 My own dear Lord, should know % 
 
 
 When the sorrow is a secret 
 
 Between my Lord and me, 
 I learn the fuller measure 
 
 Of His quick sympathy. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Whether it be so heavy. 
 
 That dear ones could not bear 
 
 To know the bitter burden 
 
 They could not come and share ; Y^i 
 
 VII. 
 
 Whether it be so tiny, 
 
 That others could not see 
 Why it should be a trouble. 
 
 And seem so real to me ; 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Either and both, I lay them 
 
 Down at my Master's feet, 
 And find them, alone with Jesus, 
 
 Mysteriously sweet. 
 
 IX. 
 Sweet, for they bring me closer 
 
 To the dearest, truest Friend ; 
 Sweet, for He comes the nearer, 
 
 As 'neath the cross I bend ; 
 
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He is thy Life 
 
 241 
 
 X. 
 
 Sweet, for tliey are the channels 
 Through which His teachings flow ; 
 
 Sweet, for by these dark secrets 
 His heart of love I know. 
 
 XL 
 
 " Nobody knows but Jesus ! " 
 
 It is music for to-day, 
 And through the darkest hours 
 
 It will chime along the Avay. 
 
 XII. 
 
 " Nobody knows but Jesus ! " 
 My Lord, I bless Thee now 
 
 For the sacred gift of sorrow 
 That no one knows but Thou. 
 
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 e is tlj2 iLifc. 
 
 ESUS, Thy life is mine I 
 Dwell evermore in me ; 
 
 And let me see 
 That nothing can untwine 
 
 My life from Thine. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy life in me be shown ! 
 Lord, I would henceforth seek 
 
 To think and speak 
 Thy thoughts. Thy words alone, 
 
 No more my own. 
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 III. 
 
 Thy love, Thy joy, Thy peace, 
 Continuously impart 
 
 Unto my heart ; 
 Fresh springs, that never cease, 
 
 But still increase. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The blest reality 
 
 Of resurrection power, 
 
 Thy Church's dower, 
 Life more abundantly, 
 
 Lord, give to me ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Thy fullest gift, Lord, 
 Now at Thy feet I claim, 
 
 Through Thy dear name ! 
 And touch the rapturous chord 
 
 Of praise forth poured. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jesus, my life is Thine, 
 And evermore shall be 
 
 Hidden in Thee ! « 
 
 For nothing can untwine 
 
 Thy life from mine. 
 
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 I. 
 
 1 AM SO weak, dear Lord, I cannot stand 
 
 One moment without Thee ! 
 But oh ! the tenderness of Thine enfoldinsj:. 
 And oh ! the faithfulness of Thine upholding, 
 And oh ! the strength of Thy right hand ! 
 
 That strength is enough for me ! 
 
 II. 
 I am so needy, Lord, and yet I know 
 
 All fulness dwells in Thee ; 
 And hour by hour that never-failing treasure 
 Supplies and fills, in overflowing measure, 
 My least, my greatest need; and so 
 
 Thy grace is enough for me ! 
 
 III. 
 
 It is so sweet to trust Thy word alone : 
 
 I do not ask to see 
 The unveiling of Thy purpose, or the shining 
 Of future light on mysteries untwining : 
 Thy promise-roll is all my own, — 
 
 Thy word is enough for me ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 The human heart asks love ; but now I know 
 
 That my heart hath from Thee 
 All real, and full, and marvellous affection, 
 So near, so human ; yet divine i)erfection 
 Tiirills gloriously the mighty glow ! 
 Thy love is enough for me ! 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 V. 
 
 There Avere strange soul-depths, restless, vast, and broad, 
 
 Unfathomed as the sea ; 
 An infinite craving for some infinite stilling ; 
 But now Thy perfect love is perfect filling ! 
 Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God, 
 
 Thou, Thou art enough for me ! 
 
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 W. 
 
 OD'S reiterated " all ! " 
 
 O wondrous word of peace and power ! 
 Touching with its tuneful fall 
 
 The rising of each hidden hour. 
 All the day. 
 
 IL 
 
 Only all His Avord believe, 
 
 All peace and joy your heart shall fill, 
 All things asked ye shall receive : 
 
 This is thy Father's word and will, 
 For to-day. 
 
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 " All I have is thine," saith He. 
 
 " All things are yours," He saith again ; 
 All the promises for thee 
 
 Are sealed with Jesus Christ's Amen, 
 For to-day. 
 
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 Only. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He shall all your need supply, 
 
 And He will make all grace abound : 
 
 Always all sufficiency 
 
 In Him for all things shall be found, 
 For to-day. 
 
 All His work He shall fulfil, 
 
 All the good pleasure of His will, 
 
 Keeping thee in all thy ways, 
 
 And with thee always, " all the days," 
 And to-day ! 
 
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 ©tllp. 
 
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 '^JP/ •-'^^\ NLY a mortal's powers, 
 
 M Weak at their fullest strength ; 
 Only a few swift-tlashing hours, 
 ^</\l >ik r ' * Short at their fullest length. 
 
 * II. 
 
 Only a page for the eye, 
 \5 P &.W ) ^"^^ ^ -wox^ for the ear, 
 J^^MT^^ Only a smile, and by and by 
 '' Only a quiet tear. 
 
 III. 
 
 Only one heart to give, 
 Only one voice to use ; 
 
 Only one little life to live, 
 And only one to lose. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Poor is my best, and small : 
 How could I dare divide % 
 
 Surely my Lord shall have it all, 
 He shall not be denied ! 
 
 V. 
 
 All ! for far more I owe 
 Than all I have to bring ; 
 
 All ! for my Saviour loves me so ! 
 All ! for I love my King ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 All ! for it is His own, 
 He gave the tiny store ; 
 
 All ! for it must be His alone ; 
 All ! for I have no more. 
 
 VII. 
 
 All ! for the last and least 
 
 He stoopeth to uplift : 
 The altar of my great High Priest 
 
 Shall sanctify my gift. 
 
My Master. 
 
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 JHs Piaster. 
 
 " I love my master ; . . . I will not go out free. And 
 he shall serve him for ever."— Ex. xxi. 5. 6. 
 
 LOVE, I love my Master, 
 I will not go out free, 
 
 For He is my Redeemer, 
 He paid the price for me. 
 
 ir. 
 
 I would not leave His service, 
 It is so sweet and blest ; 
 «- And in the weariest moments 
 He gives the truest rest. 
 
 III. 
 
 I would not halve my service, 
 His only it must be, — 
 
 His only, who so loved me 
 And gave Himself for me. 
 
 IV. 
 jVIy ]\Iaster shed His life-blood 
 
 My vassal life to win, 
 And save me from the bondage 
 
 Of tyrant self and sin. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 V. 
 
 He chose me for His service, 
 And gave me power to choose 
 
 That blessed, " perfect freedom " 
 Which I shall never lose : 
 
 VI. 
 
 For He hath met my longing 
 With word of golden tone, 
 
 That I shall serve for ever 
 Himself, Himself alone. 
 
 VII. 
 
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 "Shall serve Him" hour by hour, 
 For He Avill show me how ; 
 
 My Master is fulfilling 
 His promise even now ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 "Shall serve Him," and "for ever; 
 
 hope most sure, most fair ! 
 The perfect love outpouring 
 
 In perfect service there ! 
 
 ¥k. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Eejoicing and adoring, 
 r' Henceforth my song shall be : 
 =.^— J I love, I love my Master, 
 I will not go out free ! 
 
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Perfect Peace. 
 
 249 
 
 fcrfrct f rare. 
 
 IKE a river sflorious 
 
 Is God's jierfect peace, 
 Over all victorious 
 In its bright increase. 
 ..^Perfect — yet it Howetli 
 Fuller every day ; 
 Perfect — yet it groweth 
 Deeper all the Avay. 
 
 Chorus. — Stayed upon Jehovah, 
 Hearts are fully blest, 
 Finding, as He promised. 
 Perfect peace and rest. 
 
 II. 
 Hidden in the hollow 
 
 Of His blessed hand, 
 Never foe can follow, 
 Never traitor stand. 
 Not a surge of worry, 
 Not a shade of care, 
 Not a blast of hurry 
 Touch the spirit there. 
 
 Chorus. — Stayed upon Jehovah, 
 Hearts are fully blest, 
 Finding, as He promised, 
 Perfect peace and rest 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 III. 
 
 Every joy or trial 
 
 Falleth from above, 
 Traced upon our dial 
 
 By the Sun of Love. 
 AYe may trust Him solely 
 
 All for us to do ; 
 They who trust Him wholly, 
 Find Him wholly true. 
 
 Chwus. — Stayed upon Jehovah, 
 
 Hearts are fully blest, 
 Finding, as He promised, 
 Perfect peace and rest. 
 
 "31 am bit!) tjre! 
 
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 "I AM with thee ! " He hath said it 
 
 In His truth and tender grace ; 
 Sealed the promise, grandly spoken, 
 With how many a mighty token 
 Of His love and faithfulness. 
 
 II. 
 He is with thee ! — In thy dwelling, 
 
 Shielding thee from fear of ill ; 
 All thy burdens kindly bearing, 
 For thy dear ones gently caring, 
 
 Guarding, keejiing, blessing still. 
 
" / am zvith thee!' 
 
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 III. 
 
 He is Avith thee !— In tliy service 
 
 He is with thee " certainly," 
 Filling with the Spirit's power, 
 Giving in the needing hour 
 His own messages by thee. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He is with thee ! — With thy spirit, 
 With thy lips, or with thy pen ; 
 In the quiet preparation. 
 In the heart-bowed congregation. 
 Nevermore alone again ! 
 
 He is with thee ! — With thee always, 
 
 All the nights and all the days ; 
 Never failing, never frowning, 
 With His loving-kindness crowning, 
 Tuning all thy Kfe to praise. 
 
 Yi. 
 He is with thee !— Thine own Master, 
 
 Leading, loving to the end ; 
 Brightening joy and lightening sorrow, 
 . All to-day, yet more to-morrow, 
 
 King and Saviour, Lord and Friend. 
 
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 YII. 
 
 He is with thee ! — Yes, for ever. 
 
 Now, and through eternity ; 
 Then with Him for ever dwelling, 
 Thou shalt share His joy excelling, 
 
 Thou with Christ, and Christ with thee ! 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
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 Erust anti ©istrust. 
 
 ^|w> ISTRUST thyself, but trust His grace ; 
 ""^^ It is enough for thee ! 
 ' In every trial thou shalt trace 
 Its all sufficiency. 
 
 II. 
 
 Distrust thyself, but trust His strength ; 
 
 In Him thou shalt be strong : 
 His weakest ones may learn at length 
 
 A daily triumph-song. 
 
 III. 
 
 Distrust thyself, but trust His love ; 
 
 Eest in its changeless glow : 
 And life or death shall only prove 
 
 Its everlasting flow. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Distrust thyself, but trust alone 
 In Him, for all — for ever ! 
 
 And joyously thy heart shall own 
 That Jesus faileth never. 
 
Without Carefulness. 
 
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 SIi^it!jout Carefulness. 
 
 " 1 would have you without carefulness."—! Cor. vii. 32. 
 
 S I- 
 
 Raster \ how shall I bless Thy name 
 
 For Thy tender love to me, 
 For the sweet enablings of Thy grace, 
 Psjy So sovereign, yet so free, 
 ,* ^ That have taught me to obey Thy word 
 And cast my care on Thee ! 
 
 II. 
 They tell of weary burdens borne 
 
 For discipline of life, 
 Of long anxieties and doubts. 
 
 Of struggle and of strife. 
 Of a path of dim perplexities 
 
 ^Vith fears and shadows rife. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
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 III. 
 
 Oh, I have trod that weary path, 
 
 With burdens not a few, 
 With shadoAvy faith that Thou would'st lead 
 
 And help me safely through, 
 Trying to follow and obey, 
 
 And bear my burdens too. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Master ! dear Master, Thou didst speak, 
 
 And yet I did not hear, 
 Or long ago I might have ceased 
 
 From every care and fear, 
 And gone rejoicing on my way 
 
 From brightening year to year. 
 
 V. 
 
 Just now and then some steeper slope 
 Would seem so hard to climb, 
 
 That 1 mmt cast my load on Thee ; 
 And I left it for a time. 
 
 And wondered at the joy at heart, 
 Like sweetest Christmas chime. 
 
 VI. 
 
 A step or two on winged feet, 
 And then I turned to share 
 
 The burden Thou hadst taken up 
 Of ever-pressing care ; 
 
 So what I would not leave with Thee 
 Of course I had to bear. 
 
Without Carefulness. 
 
 OD 
 
 VII. 
 
 At last Thy precious precepts fell 
 On opened heart and ear, 
 
 A varied and repeated strain 
 I could not choose but hear, 
 
 Enlinking promise and command, 
 Like harp and clarion clear : 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " No anxious thought upon thy brow 
 The watching world should see ; 
 
 No carefulness ! child of God, 
 For nothing careful be ! 
 
 But cast thou all thy care on Him 
 Who always cares for thee." 
 
 IX. 
 
 Did not Thy loving Spirit come 
 In gentle, gracious shower. 
 
 To work Thy pleasure in my soul 
 In that bright, blessed hour. 
 
 And to the Avord of strong command 
 Add faith and will and power 1 
 
 X. 
 
 It was Thy word, it was Thy will- 
 That was enough for me ! 
 
 Henceforth no care shall dim my trust, 
 For all is cast on Thee ; 
 
 Henceforth my inmost heart shall praise 
 The grace that set me free. 
 
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 Loyal Responses. 
 
 XI. 
 
 And now I find Thy promise true, 
 Of perfect peace and rest ; 
 
 I cannot sigli — I can but sing 
 While leaning on Thy breast, 
 
 And leaving everything to Thee, 
 Whose ways are always best. 
 
 XII. 
 
 I never thought it could be thus,- 
 Month after mouth to know 
 
 The river of Thy peace without 
 One ripple in its flow , 
 
 Without one quiver in the trust, 
 One flicker in its glow. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Oh, Thou hast done far more for me 
 Than I had asked or thought ! 
 
 I stand and marvel to behold 
 
 What Thou, my Lord, hast wrought, 
 
 And wonder what glad lessons yet 
 I shall be daily taught. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 How shall I praise Thee, Saviour dear. 
 
 For this new life so sweet, 
 For taking all the care I laid 
 
 At Thy beloved feet. 
 Keeping Thy hand upon my heart 
 
 To still each anxious beat ! 
 
Without Carefulness. 
 
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 XV. 
 
 I want to praise, with life renewed, 
 
 As I never praised before ; 
 AVitli voice and pen, with song and speech, 
 
 To praise Thee more and more, 
 And the gladness and the gratitude 
 
 Kejoicingly outpour. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 I long to praise Thee more, and yet 
 
 This is no care to me : 
 If Thou shalt fill my mouth with songs, 
 
 Then I will sing to Thee ; 
 And if my" silence praise Thee best, 
 
 Then silent I will be. 
 
 xvir. 
 
 Yet if it be Thy will, dear Lord, 
 
 Oh, send me forth, to be 
 Thy messenger to careful hearts. 
 
 To bid them taste and see 
 How good Thou art to those who cast 
 
 All, all their care on Thee ! 
 
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258 
 
 Loyal Responses. 
 
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 " Righteousness, and peace, and joy in tlie Holy Gliost." — Rom. xiv 17 
 
 I. 
 
 Thy reign is righteousness ; 
 Not mine, but Thine ! — 
 A covering no less 
 Than the broad, bright Avaves of Thy great sea, 
 That roll triumphantly 
 From line to pole, and pole to line ; 
 A reign where every rebel thought 
 
 In sweet captivity 
 To Thine obedience is brought. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy reign is perfect peace ; 
 Not mine, but Thine ! — 
 A stream that cannot cease, 
 For its fountain is Thy heart. O depth unknown ! 
 Thou givest of Thine own, 
 Pouring from Thine and filling mine. 
 The " noise of war " hath passed away ; 
 
 God's peace is on the throne, 
 Ruling with undisputed sway. 
 
Thy Reign. 
 
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 III. 
 Thy reign is joy divine ; 
 Not mine, but Thine, 
 Or else not any joy to me ! 
 For a joy that flowed not from Thine own, 
 Since Thou hast reigned alone, 
 Were vacancy or misery. 
 sunshine of Thy realm, how bright 
 This radiance from Thy throne. 
 
 Unspeakable in calmest light ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy reign shall still increase ! 
 
 I claim Thy word, — 
 Let righteousness and peace 
 And joy in the Holy Ghost be found, 
 And more and more abound 
 In me, through Thee, O Christ my Lord ; 
 Take unto Thee Thy power, who art 
 
 My Sovereign, many-crowned ! 
 Stablish Thy kingdom in my heart. 
 
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 Crieti, precious, Sure, 
 
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 Through the yesterday of ages, 
 Jesus, Thou hast been The Same ; 
 
 Through our own life's chequered pages, 
 Still the one dear chana;eless Name. 
 
 Well may we in Thee confide, 
 
 Faithful Saviour, proved and " tried ! " 
 
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 Joyfully we stand and witness 
 
 Thou art still to-day The Same ; 
 In Thy perfect, glorious fitness, 
 
 Meeting every need and claim. 
 Chiefest of ten thousand Thou ! 
 Saviour, most "precious," now ! 
 
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 Gazing down the far for ever. 
 
 Brighter glows the one sweet Name, 
 
 Stedfast radiance, paling never, 
 Jesus, Jesus ! still The Same. 
 
 Evermore " Thou shalt endure," 
 
 Our own Saviour, strong and " sure ! " 
 
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 HAT are the whisiiering voices 
 That awake at twilia;ht fall ? 
 Do they come from the golden sunset 
 With their haunting, haunting call "? 
 They tell me of breezy sjiringtimes, 
 
 And the Lakes' sweet summer eves. 
 And of snow-wreaths merrily shaken 
 
 From the shining ivy leaves. 
 But the far-off treble changeth 
 
 To a tenor tone, and so 
 I know that the voices tell me 
 Only of long ago. 
 
 I hear you, I hear you, 
 
 In the gentle twilight fall 
 Come to me, come ! 
 AVith your haunting, haunting call. 
 
 What are the tuneful voices 
 
 That awake at early dawn ? 
 Do they come from the orient portals 
 
 Of the palace of the morn 1 
 They tell of a Golden City 
 
 With pearl and jasper bright, 
 And of shining forms that beckon 
 
 From the pure and dazzling light. 
 
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 Then a rush of far-off harpings 
 Blends with the voices clear, 
 And I know that the night is passing, 
 And I know that the day is near ! 
 I hear you, I hear you, 
 
 Sweet voices of the dawu ! 
 Come to me, come ! 
 
 In the early, early morn. 
 
 Etr ^crb of Song. 
 
 seed of a song was cast 
 On the listening hearts around, 
 And the sweetly winning sound 
 few short minutes passed. 
 But a song of perfect praise. 
 And a song of perfect love 
 Was the harvest after many days. 
 Beneath the everlasting rays 
 Of the summer-time above. 
 
 The seed of a single word 
 
 Fell among the furrows deep, 
 
 In their silent, wintry sleep. 
 And the sower never an echo heard. 
 But the " Come ! " was not in vain. 
 
 For that germ of Life and Love, 
 And the l)lessed Spirit's quickening rain, 
 Made a golden sheaf of precious grain 
 
 For the Harvest Home above. 
 
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 Will you not sow that song 1 
 
 Will you not drop that word 
 
 Till the coldest hearts be stirred 
 From their slumber deep and long 1 
 Then your harvest shall abound 
 
 With rejoicing full and grand, 
 Where the heavenly summer-songs resound, 
 And the fruits of faithful work are found, 
 
 In the Glorious Holy Land. 
 
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 what Thou wilt ! Yes, only do 
 What seemeth good to Thee : 
 Thou art so loving, wise, and true, 
 It must be best for me. 
 
 Send what Thou wilt ; or beating shower, 
 
 Soft dew, or brilliant sun ; 
 Alike in still or stormy hour, 
 
 My Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
 Teach what Thou wilt ; and make me learn 
 
 Each lesson full and sweet. 
 And deeper things of God discern 
 
 While sitting at Thy feet. 
 
 Say what Thou wilt ; and let each word 
 
 My quick obedience Avin ; 
 Let loyalty and love be stirred 
 
 To deeper glow within. 
 
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 Give what Thou wilt ; for then I know 
 
 I shall be rich indeed ; 
 My King rejoices to bestow 
 
 Supply for every need. 
 
 Take what Thou wilt, beloved Lord, 
 
 For I have all in Thee ! 
 My own exceeding great reward, 
 
 Thou, Thou Thyself shalt be ! 
 
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 ;HAT though the blossom fall and die 1 
 
 The flower is not the root ; 
 The sun of love may ripen yet 
 
 The Master's pleasant fruit. 
 
 What though by many a sinful fall 
 
 Thy garments are defiled 1 
 A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all ; 
 
 Fear not ! thou art His child. 
 
 Arise ! and, leaning on His strength, 
 Thy weakness shall be strong ; 
 
He hath done it ! 
 
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 And He will teach thy heart at length 
 A new perpetual song. 
 
 Arise ! to follow in His track 
 
 Each holy footj^rint clear, 
 And on an upward course look back 
 
 With every brightening year. 
 
 Arise ! and on thy future way 
 
 His blessing Avith thee be ! 
 His presence be thy stflff and stay, 
 
 Till thou His glory see. 
 
 
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 "I have blotted out, as a thick eloufl, thy transgressions, and, 
 as a cloud, thy sins : return unto Jle ; for I have redeemed thee. 
 Sing, O ye heavens ; for the Lord hath done it."— Isa. xliv. 22, 23. 
 
 "I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: 
 nothing can be put to it, nor anything taken from it." — Eccles. 
 iii. 14. 
 
 Sing, heavens ! the Lord hath done it ! 
 
 Sound it forth o'er land and sea ! 
 Jesus says, " I have redeemed thee, 
 
 Now return, return to Me ! " 
 return, for His own life-blood 
 
 Paid the ransom, made us free 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
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 For I know that what He doeth 
 Stands for ever, fixed and true ; 
 
 Nothing can be added to it, 
 Nothing left for us to do ; 
 
 Nothing can be taken from it, 
 Done for me and done for you 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 Listen now ! the Lord hath done it ! 
 
 For He loved us unto death ; 
 It is finished ! He has saved us ! 
 
 Only trust to what He saith. 
 He hath done it ! Come and bless Him, 
 
 Spend in praise your ransomed breath 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 Oh believe the Lord hath done it ! 
 
 Wherefore linger, wherefore doubt 1 
 All the cloud of black transgression 
 
 He Himself hath blotted out. 
 He hath done it ! Come and bless Him, 
 
 Swell the grand thanksgiving shout 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
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 (fTljristmas ©ifts. 
 
 "Thou hast received gifts for men."— Ps. Ixviii. IS, 
 
 ,^^>A;^HRISTMAS gifts for thee, 
 |f<^> Fair and free ! 
 
 '/[/^ Precious things from the heavenly store, 
 Filling thy casket more and more ; 
 Golden love in divinest chain, 
 That never can be untwined acrain ; 
 ^,^s, Silvery carols of joy that swell 
 
 Sweetest of all in the heart's lone cell ; 
 Pearls of peace that were sought for thee 
 In the terrible depths of a fiery sea ; ' 
 Diamond promises sparkling bright, 
 Flashing in farthest reaching light. 
 
 Christmas gifts for thee. 
 Grand and free ! 
 Christmas gifts from the King of love, 
 Brought from His royal home above ; 
 Brought to thee in the far-off land, 
 Brought to thee by His own dear hand. 
 Promises held by Christ for thee, 
 Peace as a river flowing free, 
 Joy that in His own joy must live. 
 And love that Infinite Love can give. 
 Surely thy heart of hearts uplifts 
 Carols of praise for such Christmas gifts ! 
 
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 the angels know the blessed day, 
 
 And strike their harps ane'\>' 1 
 Then may the echo of their lay 
 
 Float sweetly down to you, 
 And fill your soul with Christmas song 
 That your heart shall echo your whole life long. 
 
 ESUS came ! — and came for me . 
 
 Simple woi'ds ! and yet exjDressing 
 Depths of holy mystery, 
 
 Depths of wondrous love and blessing. 
 Holy Spirit, make me see 
 All His coming means for me ; 
 Take the things of Christ, I pray, 
 Show them to my heart to-day. 
 
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 '>'^} r\ rpHERE is silence high in the midnight sky, 
 
 ^' -L And onl}'' the sufferers watch the night, 
 
 But long ago there was song and glow, 
 
 And a message of joy from the Prince of Light, 
 And the Christmas song of the messenger-throng 
 The echoes of life shall for ever prolong. 
 
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 /^ HEIST is come to be my Friend, 
 ^ Leading, loving to the end ; 
 Christ is come to be my King, 
 Ordering, ruling everything. 
 Christ is come ! enough for me, 
 Lonely though the pathway be. 
 
 aiVE me a song, Lord, 
 That I may sing to Thee, 
 In true and sweet accord, 
 With angel minstrelsy. 
 Oh tune my heart that it may bring 
 A Christmas anthem to my King ! 
 
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 WHAT was the first angelic word 
 That the startled shepherds heard % 
 "Tear not ! " Beloved, it comes to you 
 As a Christmas message most sweet and true ; 
 As true for you as it was for them 
 In the lonely fields of Bethlehem ; 
 And as sweet to-day as it was that night, 
 When the glory dazzled their mortal sight. 
 
 SWELL the notes of the Christmas Song ! 
 Sound it forth through the earth abroad ! 
 Glory to God ! 
 Blessing and honour, thanks and laud ! 
 Take the joy of the Christmas Song ! 
 Are not the tidings good and true % 
 
 Peace to you, 
 And God's goodwill that is ever new ! 
 
 
 CHRIST is come to be thy Light 
 Shining through tlie darkest night ; 
 He will make thy pilgrim way 
 Shine unto the perfect day. 
 Take the message ! let it be 
 Full of Christmas joy to thee ! 
 
Love and Light for the New Year. 
 
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 ^ Give I to you ! " 
 Saith the Redeemer, 
 
 Faithful and True. 
 May He enrich thee, 
 
 This New Year's Day, 
 With gifts from His treasure 
 
 That pass not away. 
 
 THIS New Year Thou givest me, 
 Lord, I consecrate to Thee, 
 With all its nights and days ; 
 Fill my hand with service blest, 
 Fill my heart with holy rest, 
 And fill my life with praise. 
 
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 BRIGHT New Year, and a sunny track 
 Along an upward way, 
 LAnd a song of praise on looking back, 
 When the year has passed away, 
 And golden sheaves nor small nor few ! 
 This is my New Year's wish for you ! 
 
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 ANOTHER year for Jesus ! 
 How can I wish for you 
 A greater joy or blessing, 
 O fellow-worker true % 
 Eternity with Jesus 
 
 Is long enough for rest ; 
 Thank God that we are spared to work 
 For Him whom we love best ! 
 
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 tlpJ^^f^ ' Jesus directs thee 
 
 S^. Is the path dangerous? 
 '*^ '''' Jesus protects thee. 
 sC. Fear not, and falter not; 
 
 Let the word cheer thee ! 
 All through the coming year 
 He will be with thee ! 
 
Love and LigJit for the Neiv Year. 
 
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 A NOTiiER 3-car of patient toil, 
 •^^ A few sheaves won from rocky soil, 
 
 May seem not much to thee ; 
 But all thy work is with the Lord, 
 And thine exceeding great reward 
 
 Thy God Himself shall be. 
 
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 mowARD the rising of the Sun 
 -*- Now thy standard raise ! 
 Let thy New Year's halt be one 
 
 In the camp of Praise. 
 Then the wilderness shall be 
 Fruitful, fair, and glad for thee. 
 
 Echoing songs of victory. 
 
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 FOR the weariest day 
 May Christ be thy stay ! 
 For the darkest niirht 
 
 May Christ be thy light ! 
 For the weakest hour 
 
 May Christ be thy power ! 
 For each moment's fall 
 May Christ be thy All ! 
 
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 '^AY the tale the years are telling 
 Always be 
 ^Like an angel -anthem swelling, 
 Through thy spirit's quiet dwelling, 
 Till the glory all-excelling 
 Dawn for thee. 
 
 MANY a happy year be thine, 
 If our Father will ! 
 He has traced the fair design, 
 He will fill it, line by line. 
 Working patiently until 
 Thy completed life shall shine 
 Glorious in the life divine. 
 
Birthday Alottoes. 
 
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 ^ TANY and happy thy birthdays be ! 
 -^'-L In the light of heaven arrayed ; 
 With the rainbow arching every cloud 
 
 When the pathway lies in the shade ; 
 And full and far may the blessing flow 
 
 That thy future life is made. 
 
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 rpHE Love of God the Father, 
 -^ The Grace of God the Son, 
 The Joy of God the Holy Ghost,— 
 
 A blessing three in one, 
 Be yours aboundingly, I pray, 
 For this and every coming day. 
 
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 T EANING, resting, trusting, loving, 
 -L^ Enter thy new year 
 For the Lord who lives to love thee 
 Will be always near, 
 
 Shielding, guiding, caring, blessing ! — 
 What hast thou to fear ? 
 
 
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 WE pray Thee for our dear one ! 
 May a sunny birthday prove 
 The portal of long happy years, 
 
 All radiant with Thy love. 
 And we praise Thee for our dear one ! 
 
 For all the mercies past, 
 And for all the blessing that shall flow 
 While life itself shall last. 
 
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 A HOLY, happy birthday 
 And a happy, happy year ! 
 Ah, we have not deserved it, 
 And yet we need not fear. 
 For Jesus has deserved it 1 
 And so, for Jesus' sake, 
 This cup of joy and blessing 
 With grateful heart we take. 
 
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" Forgiven — even until Nozv." 279 
 
 
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 (Num. xiv. 19.) 
 FOR NEW year's DAY 1879. 
 
 '"Thou ha.st forgiven — even until now !" 
 
 We bless Thee, Lord, for this, 
 And take Thy great forgiveness as we bow 
 In depth of sorrowing bliss ; 
 "While over all the long, regretful past 
 This veil of wondrous grace Thy sovereign hand doth cast. 
 
 " Forgiven until now ! " For Jesus died 
 
 To take our sins away ; 
 His blood was shed, and still the infinite tide 
 Flows full and deep to-day. 
 He paid the debt ; we own it, and go free ! 
 The cancelled bond is cast in Love's unfathomed sea. 
 
 " Forgiven until now ! " For God is true, 
 
 Faithful and just is He ! 
 Forgiving, cleansing, making all things new ! 
 " Who is a God like Thee 1 " 
 precious blood of Christ, that saves and heals, 
 While all its cleansing might the Holy Ghost reveals. 
 
 Yes, " even until now ! " And so we stand. 
 Forgiven, loved, and blessed; 
 
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 And, covered in the shadow of God's hand, 
 Believing, are at rest. 
 The one gi-eat load is lifted from the soul, 
 That henceforth on the Lord all burdens we may roll. 
 
 Yes, "eveli until now ! " Then let us press 
 
 With free and willing feet 
 Along the King's highway of holiness, 
 Until we gain the street 
 Of golden crystal, praising purely when 
 We see our pardoning Lord ; forgiven until then ! 
 
Notliiiig to Pay ! 
 
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 OTHING to pay ! All, nothing to pay ! 
 Never a word of excuse to say ! 
 Year after year thou hast filled the score, 
 Owing thy Lord still more and more. 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 ' Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 Euined, lost art thou, and yet 
 I forgave thee all that debt." 
 
 Nothing to pay ! the debt is so great; 
 What will you do with the awful weight % 
 How shall the way of escape be made ] 
 Nothing to pay ! yet it must be paid ! 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 " Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 All has been put to My account, 
 I have paid the full amount." 
 
 Nothing to pay ; yes, nothing to pay ! 
 Jesus has cleared all the debt away ; 
 Blotted it out with His bleeding hand ! 
 Free and forgiven and loved you stand. 
 
 Hear the voice of Jesus say, 
 " Verily thou hast nothing to pay ! 
 Paid is the debt, and the debtor free ! 
 Now I ask thee, lovest thou Me 1 " 
 
 Ayril 1S79. 
 
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 Oh let me know 
 The power of Thy resurrection ; 
 
 Oh let nie show 
 Thy risen life in calm and clear reflection ; 
 
 Oh let me soar 
 Where Thou, my Saviour Christ, art gone before ; 
 
 In mind and heart 
 Let me dwell always, only, where Thou art. 
 
 Oh let me give 
 Out of the gifts Thou freely givest ; 
 
 Oh let me live 
 With life abundantly because Thou livest j 
 
 Oh make me shine 
 In darkest places, for Thy light is mine ; 
 
 Oh let me be 
 A faithful witness for Thy truth and Thee. 
 
 Oh let me show 
 The strong reality of gospel story ; 
 
 Oh let me go 
 From strength to strength, from glory unto glory ; 
 
 Oh let me sing 
 For very joy, because Thou art my King ; 
 
 Oh let me praise 
 Thy love and faithfulness through all my days. 
 
The Scripture cannot he broken. 
 
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 (John x. 35.) 
 
 'PON the Word I rest, 
 Each pilgrim day ; 
 \ This golden staff is best 
 For all the way. 
 What Jesus Christ hath SDoken, 
 Cannot be broken ! 
 
 Upon the Word I rest, 
 
 So strong, so sure, 
 So full of comfort blest, 
 
 So sweet, so pure ! 
 The charter of salvation, 
 
 Faith's broad foundation. 
 
 Upon the AYord I stand ! 
 
 That cannot die ! 
 Christ seals it in my hand, 
 
 He cannot lie ! 
 The -word that faileth never ! 
 
 Abiding ever ! 
 
 Chorus. — The Master hath said it ! Rejoicing in this, 
 We ask not for sign or for token ; 
 His word is enough for our confident bliss,— 
 '• The Scripture cannot be broken ! " 
 
 April 1879. 
 
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 It is too calm to be a dream, 
 
 Too gravely sweet, too full of power, 
 
 Prayer changed to praise this very hour ! 
 
 Yes, heard and answered ! though it seem 
 Beyond the hope of yesterday, 
 Beyond the faith that dared to pray. 
 Yet not beyond the love that heard, 
 And not beyond the faithful word 
 On Avhich each trembling prayer may rest. 
 And win the answer truly best. 
 
 Yes, heard and answered ! sought and found 1 
 I breathe a golden atmosphere 
 Of solemn joy, and seem to hear 
 
 Within, above, and all around. 
 The chime of deep cathedral bells, 
 An early herald peal that tells 
 A glorious Easter tide begun ; 
 While yet are sparkling in the sun 
 Large raindrops of the night storm passed, 
 And days of Lent are gone at last. 
 
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 The Master will guide the weary feet, 
 
 Choosing for each, and choosing aright 
 The noontide rest in the summer heat ; 
 For some the glory of Alpine height. 
 For some the breezes fresh and free 
 And the changeful charm of wave and sea ; 
 For some the hush and the soothing spells 
 Of harvest fields and woodland dells ; 
 For some it may be the quiet gloom 
 Of the suffering couch and shaded room. 
 Master, our Master, oh let it be 
 That our leisure and rest be still with thee, 
 With Thee and for Thee each sunny hour 
 
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 "■ Arise, depart ! for this is not your rest ! " 
 The Voice fell strangely on the sleeping fold, 
 As fell the starlight's quivering gold 
 Upon the dusky lake's untroubled breast, 
 And yet the Shepherd's hand had led them there, 
 And made them to lie down amid the pastures fair. 
 
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 " Arise ye, and dei^art ! " The morning rays 
 Lit up the emerald slope and crystal pool, 
 
 Sweet sustenance for many days, 
 And quiet resting places, calm and cool. 
 
 They knew not why, nor whither, yet they went ! 
 
 His own hand put them forth, and so they Avere content. 
 
 And so they followed Him, they could not stay 
 When He had risen, the Shepherd good and fair 
 
 In pencil, May 1S70. 
 
Just zvhen T/iou zuiit. 
 
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 3ust ixilicit Eijou bJilt. 
 
 UST Avhen Tliou Avilt, Master, call 
 Or at the noon, or evening fall, 
 Or in the dark, or in the light, — 
 
 Just when Thou -wilt, it must be right. 
 
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 Just when Thou wilt, Saviour, come, 
 Take me to dwell in Thy bright home ! 
 Or when the snows have crowned my head, 
 Or ere it hath one silver thread. 
 
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 Just when Thou wilt, Bridegroom, say, 
 "Else up, my love, and come away ! " 
 Open to me Thy golden gate 
 Just when Thou wilt, or soon, or late. 
 
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 Just when Thou wilt — Thy time is best- 
 Thou shalt appoint my hour of rest, 
 Marked by the Sun of perfect love, 
 Shining unchangeably above. 
 
 Just when Thou wilt ! — no choice for me ! 
 Life is a gift to use for Thee ; 
 Death is a huslied and glorious tryst, 
 AYith Thee, my King, my Saviour, Christ ! 
 
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 »a^' l-Trif^oXrii i'l; vTripfsoXhv. — 2 COR. iv. 17. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Thank God that even here 
 The starry words are shining out, our heavenward way to cheer ! 
 That e'en among the shadows the conquering brightness glows, 
 As ever .from the nearing Light intenser radiance flows. 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Shall the grand progression fail 
 When the darkling glass is shattered, as we pass within the veil? 
 Shall the joyous song of " Onward ! " at once for ever cease, 
 And the swelling music culminate in monotone of peace 1 
 
 Shall the fuller life be sundered at the portal of its bliss, 
 From the principle of growth entwined with every nerve of this? 
 Shall the holy law of progress be hopelessly repealed. 
 And the moment of releasing see our sum of glory sealed ? 
 
 The tender touch of moonlight, with an orbit quickly run, 
 The lustre of the planet, circling slowly round the sun. 
 The mighty revolutions of its million -heated blaze, 
 " From glory unto glory " lead our far-expanding gaze. 
 
 Then onward, ever onward — through the unexplored abyss, 
 Dark barrier between the suns of other worlds and this, 
 Until the measure-unit mocks the grasp of human thought, 
 And space and time commingle while the clue is feebly sought. 
 
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 Till, in that wider ocean, deep calleth unto deep, 
 Star-glories with attendant worlds, forth-flashing as they sweep 
 Around their unseen centre, that point of mystic power, 
 In unimagined cycles, where an age is but an hour. 
 
 Then — onward and yet onward ! for the dim revealings show 
 That systems unto systems in grand succession grow, 
 That -what we deemed a volume but one golden verse may be, 
 One rhythmic cadence in the flow of God's great poetry. 
 
 That what we deemed a symphony was one all-thrilling bar 
 Through aisles of His great temple resounding full and far ; 
 That what we deemed an ocean was a shallow by the shore ! — 
 Then onw^ard yet, in eagle flight, through the Infinite we soar — 
 
 " From glory unto glory ! " — till the spirit fails ; and then 
 Illimitable vistas still opening to our ken. 
 Mysterious immensities of order and of light 
 Stretch far beyond our farthest thought, as thought beyond our 
 sight. 
 
 But the starting-point in heaven shall be no "glory of the 
 
 moon," 
 No planet-gleam, no stellar fire, no blaze of tropic noon ; 
 From " glory that excelleth " all that human heart hath known, 
 Our " Onward, upward ! " shall begin, in the presence of the 
 
 Throne. 
 
 " From glory unto glory " of loveliness and light, 
 Of music and of rapture, of power and of sight, 
 " From glory unto glory " of knowledge and of love, 
 Shall be the joy of progress awaiting us above. 
 
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 " From glory unto glory" that ever lies before, 
 
 Still wondering, adoring, rejoicing more and more, 
 
 Still following where He leadeth, from shining field to field, 
 
 Himself our goal of glory, Revealer and Eevealed ! 
 
 " From glory unto glory" with no limit and no veil ! 
 With wings that cannot weary, and hearts that cannot fail ; 
 Within, without, no hindrance, no barrier as we soar. 
 And never interruption to the endless "more and more." 
 
 For infinite outpourings of Jehovah's love and grace, 
 And infinite unveilings of the brightness of His face, 
 And infinite unfoldings of the splendour of His will, 
 Meet the mightiest expansions of the finite spirit still. 
 
 Saviour, hast Thou ransomed us from death's unknown abyss, 
 And purchased with Thy precious blood such everlasting bliss 1 
 Art Thou indeed preparing us, with love exceeding great. 
 And preparing all this glory in such "far exceeding Aveighf?" 
 
 Then let our hearts be surely fixed where truest joys are found, 
 And let our burning, loving praise yet more and more abound, 
 And, gazing on the " things not seen," eternal in the skies, 
 " From glory unto glory," O Saviour, let us rise ! 
 
Behold your King. 
 
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 " Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow." — Lam. i. 12. 
 
 Behold your King ! Though the moonlight steals 
 
 Through the silvery sprays of the olive tree, 
 No star-gemmed sceptre or crown it reveals, 
 In the solemn shade of Gethsemane. 
 Only a form of prostrate grief, 
 Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf ! 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that we may know 
 The depth of love in the depth of woe. 
 
 Behold your King ! Is it nothing to you, 
 
 That the crimson tokens of agony 
 From the kingly brow must fall like dew, 
 
 Through the shuddering shades of Gethsemane % 
 Jesus Himself, the Prince of Life, 
 Bows in mysterious mortal strife ; 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that we may know 
 The unknown love in the unknown woe. 
 
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 Behold your King ! with His sorrow crowned, 
 
 Alone, alone in the valley is He ! 
 The shadows of death are gathering round, 
 And the Cross must follow Gethsemane. 
 
 Darker and darker the gloom must fall, 
 Filled is the Cup, He must drink it all ! 
 Oh, think of His sorrow ! that we may know 
 His wondrous love in His wondrous woe. 
 
 After F. R. H.'s MS. copy of " Adoration," written Dec. 31st, 1866, she adds :— " I 
 find this is exactly my hundredth poem, beginning from my No. 2 MS. book, and not 
 reckoning juvenile pieces before I left school. I am not sorry that ' Adoration ' 
 happens to close the round number as well as the year 1866. I should like the 
 same subject, only far better treated, to dose, my verse \\Titing for Zi/e; one would 
 wish one's last poem to be some expression of jiraise to the Crucified One." 
 
 It is a remarkable coincidence that " Behold your King," and "He Suffered," are 
 the closing poems in F. R. H.'s MS. book, written in pencil, 1879. 
 
" He Suffercdr 
 
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 "l-^c Suffers/' 
 
 " He suffered ! " Was it, Lord, indeed for me, 
 The Just One for the unjust, Thou didst bear 
 The weight of sorrow that I hardly dare 
 
 To look upon, in dark Gethsemane ? 
 
 " He suffered ! " Thou, my near and gracious Friend, 
 And yet my Lord, my God ! Thou didst not shrink 
 For me that full and fearful cup to drink, 
 
 Because Thou lovedst even to the end ! 
 
 " He suffered ! " Saviour, was Thy love so vast, 
 That mysteries of unknown agony. 
 Even unto death, its only gauge could be. 
 
 Unmeasured as the fiery depths it passed ? 
 
 Lord, by the sorrows of Gethsemane, 
 
 Seal Thou my quivering love for ever unto Thee ! 
 
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 Closing Chords. 
 
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 (Ps. xsi. 6.) 
 
 The prayer of many a day is all fulfilled, 
 Only by full fruition stayed and stilled ; 
 
 You asked for blessing as your Father willed, 
 
 Is''ovv He hath answered : " Most blessed for ever !' 
 
 Lost is the daily light of mutual smile, 
 You therefore sorrow now a little while ; 
 
 But floating down life's dimmed and lonely aisle 
 Comes the clear music ; " Most blessed for ever !" 
 
 From the great anthems of the Crystal Sea, 
 
 Through the far vistas of Eternity, 
 Grand echoes of the word peal on for thee. 
 
 Sweetest and fullest : " Most blessed for ever !" 
 
 1 Written on her beloved father's death, but now chosen as the closing chord of 
 F. R. H.'s songs on earth. 
 
 3[ntj tljcg suntj as it tocrc a ncto sang icfarc i\z tl)ron£." 
 
 — Eev. xiv. 3. 
 
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 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 
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 A bright New Year, and a sunny track, . . . . 
 
 274 
 
 A few months ago, ...... 
 
 
 172 
 
 " A Merrie Christmas " to you ! .... 
 
 
 193 
 
 And I have wounded Thee — oh, wounded Thee ! . 
 
 
 219 
 
 Another year for Jesus ! . . . 
 
 
 274 
 
 Another year is dawning ! . 
 
 
 194 
 
 Another year of patient toil, 
 
 
 275 
 
 Are you shining for Jesus, dear one ? 
 
 
 229 
 
 "Arise, depart ! for this is not your rest ! " 
 
 
 285 
 
 A still grey haze around us, 
 
 
 161 
 
 A year ago the gold light, .... 
 
 
 72 
 
 Begin at once ! In the pleasant days. 
 
 
 115 
 
 Behold your King ! Though the moonlight steals. 
 
 
 291 
 
 Blessings on thee, darling hoy. 
 
 
 137 
 
 Buds and bells ! Sweet April pleasures, . 
 
 
 86 
 
 Christ is come to be my Friend, 
 
 
 271 
 
 Christ is come to be thy Light, 
 
 
 272 
 
 Christmas gifts for thee, .... 
 
 
 269 
 
 295 
 
 
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 Index of First Lines. 
 
 Come down, and sliow the dwellers far below, 
 
 Darling boy, 
 
 Distrust thyself, but trust His grace, 
 
 Do the angels know the blessed daj', 
 
 Do what Thou wilt ! yes, only do, . 
 
 Dying? Evelyn, darling! . 
 
 Ere the pathless ocean waters, 
 
 Every little flower that grows, 
 
 Far away I heard it, 
 
 Ear from home alone I wander. 
 
 Fair the blossoms opening early ! . 
 
 Father, we would plead Thy promise, bending at Tliy 
 
 throne. 
 For the weariest day, 
 " From glory unto glory ! " Thank God that even here, 
 Give me a song, O Lord, 
 God of heaven ! hear our singing, . 
 God's reiterated " ALL ! " . 
 Grace and glory ! They are yours, 
 Have you not a song for Jesus ? 
 He stood upon the fiery deck, 
 "He suffered ! " Was it. Lord, indeed for me. 
 He who hath led will lead. 
 Holy Father, Thou hast spoken, . 
 I am so weak, dear Lord, I cannot stand, 
 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, 
 " I am with thee ! " He hath said it, 
 I came from very far away to see, . 
 I could not do without Him \ 
 
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 270 
 265 
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 184 
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 73 
 175 
 106 
 
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 275 
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 271 
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 244 
 106 
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 293 
 211 
 236 
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 227 
 250 
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 69 
 
Index of First Lines. 
 
 297 
 
 
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 I don't want to think about "the meaning," 
 
 174 
 
 I know the crimson stain of sin, . . . . . 
 
 225 
 
 I love, I love ray Master, ...... 
 
 247 
 
 I passed along the meadows fair, . . . . . 
 
 176 
 
 I take this pain, Lord Jesus, . . . . . 
 
 67 
 
 " I thought I knew it ! " she said, . . . . . 
 
 178 
 
 Increase our faith, beloved Lord ! . 
 
 237 
 
 In desolate wild grandeur all around, . . . . 
 
 123 
 
 In the freshness of the springtime, . . . . 
 
 47 
 
 Is the work difFicult ? . . . . 
 
 274 
 
 It is the quiet evening time, the sun is in the west. 
 
 126 j 
 
 It is too calm to be a dream, . . . . . 
 
 284 
 
 Jesus, blessed Saviour, ..... 
 
 113 
 
 Jesus came! — and came for me ! . . • . 
 
 270 
 
 Jesus, Thy life is mine ! . 
 
 241 
 
 Just to let thy Father do, . 
 
 208 
 
 Just when Thou wilt, Master, call ! . 
 
 287 
 
 Knowing Christ was crucified, .... 
 
 107 
 
 Knowing that the God on liigh, .... 
 
 98 
 
 Leaning over the waterfall ! . . . . 
 
 180 
 
 Leaning, resting, trusting, loving. 
 
 277 
 
 Like a river glorious, ..... 
 
 249 
 
 Little Jessie, darling pet, ..... 
 
 92 
 
 Looking unto Jesus !...,. 
 
 228 
 
 JIany a happy year be thine, .... 
 
 276 
 
 Many and happy thy birthdays be ! 
 
 277 
 
 Mark ye not the sunbeams glancing. 
 
 148 
 
 Master ! how shall I bless Thy name. 
 
 253 
 
 May the tale the years are telling always be. 
 
 276 
 
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298 Index of First Lines. 
 
 
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 My Alpine staff recalls each shining height, 
 
 192 
 
 My Lord, dost Thou indeed remember me, 
 
 223 
 
 My Master, they have wronged Thee and Thy love ! 
 
 51 
 
 My presence shall go with thee. 
 
 141 
 
 • New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way, 
 
 194 
 
 " Nobody knows but Jesus ! " . 
 
 239 
 
 "Not as the world giveth," . . 
 
 273 
 
 Not long ago the moon was dark, . 
 
 91 
 
 Nothing to pay ! Ah, nothing to pay ! 
 
 281 
 
 Now let us sing the Angels' Song, . 
 
 96 
 
 Now the light has gone away. 
 
 87 
 
 England, thou art beautiful, and very dear to me, 
 
 131 
 
 Heavenly Father, Thou hast told. 
 
 98 
 
 Jesu, Thou didst leave Thy glorious home. 
 
 130 
 
 Lord most high, ..... 
 
 188 
 
 sweet Sabbath bells ! . . 
 
 85 
 
 the wealth of pearly blossom, the woodland's emerald 
 
 gleam ! 169 
 
 what shining revelation of His treasures God hath givei 
 
 1! - 55 
 
 Oh let me know, ..... 
 
 282 
 
 On every budding leaf and flower. 
 
 
 
 134 
 
 Only a mortal's powers. 
 
 
 
 245 
 
 Only just a line to say. 
 
 
 
 136 
 
 Opening flowers I send to you, 
 
 
 
 107 
 
 Out in the midsummer sunshine, 
 
 
 
 110 
 
 Precious, precious blood of Jesus, 
 
 
 
 221 
 
 Que je sois, cher Sauveur, 
 
 
 
 66 
 
 Reality, reality. 
 
 
 
 62 
 
 Rejoice with Jesus Christ to-day, 
 
 
 
 191 
 
 Rest him, '0 Father ! Thou didst send him forth. 
 
 53 
 
Index of First Lines. 
 
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 Resting on the faithfulness of Christ our Lord, 
 
 235 
 
 Sadly bend the flowers, ..■■•■ 
 
 93 
 
 Set apart for Jesus ! ....-• 
 
 206 
 
 She chose His service. For the Lord of Love, 
 
 42 
 
 Sing, heavens ! the Lord hath done it ! . 
 
 267 
 
 So it has come to you, dear, . . . . • 
 
 182 
 
 " Something to do, mamma, something to do ! " . 
 
 189 
 
 Standing at the portal, ...... 
 
 195 
 
 Sweet Rose of the South ! contented to rest, 
 
 39 . 
 
 Swell the notes of the Christmas Song ! . 
 
 272 
 
 Sybil, my little one, come away, .... 
 
 109 
 
 Take my life, and let it be. 
 
 205 
 
 That part is finished ! I lay down my pen, 
 
 82 
 
 The forest hath its voices, . . ■ • • 
 
 133 
 
 The golden glow is paling, .... 
 
 88 
 
 The High Priest stands before the Mercy Seat, . 
 
 55 
 
 The lessons are done, and the prizes won, . 
 
 112 
 
 The Love of God the Father, , . . ■ 
 
 277 
 
 The Master will guide the weary feet. 
 
 285 
 
 The murmur of a waterfall, . . . ■ 
 
 168 
 
 The prayer of many a day is all fulfilled, . 
 
 294 
 
 The seed of a song was cast, . . • • 
 
 264 
 
 Tlie sun hath gilded Judah's hills. 
 
 127 
 
 There is a strange wild wail around, a wail of wild unrest, 
 
 79 
 
 " There is no ' afterward ' on earth for me ! " 
 
 60 
 
 There is no holy service, . . . • • 
 
 36 
 
 There is silence high in the midnight sky. 
 
 271 
 
 They said their texts, and their hymns they sang. 
 
 107 
 
 They tell me that my little tree, ... • • " 
 
 
 
 89 
 
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 Index of First Lines. 
 
 This New Year Thou givest me, 
 
 " Thou hast forgiven — even until now ! " 
 
 Through the yesterday of ages, 
 
 Thy reign is righteousness, 
 
 Thy thoughts, God ! theme Divine ! 
 
 Toward the rising of the Sun, 
 
 True-hearted, whole-hearted, faithful and loyal, . 
 
 Two nations mourn ! The same great grief is known, 
 
 Unto him that hath, Thou givest, . 
 
 Upon the Word I rest, 
 
 Wanderer from thy Father's home, 
 
 We pray Thee for our dear one ! 
 
 We watched the gradual rising of a star, 
 
 What are the whispering voices ? . 
 
 What do we seek for him to-day, who, thr 
 
 What hast Thou done for me, mighty Friend ? 
 
 What shall I wish thee ? . 
 
 What though the blossom fall and die ? 
 
 What was the first angelic word ? . 
 
 When the early morn awaketh, 
 
 Who is on the Lord's side ? 
 
 Who will take care of me ? darling, you say ! 
 
 Will you come out and see. 
 
 Will you not come to Him for Life ? 
 
 Ye maidens of Old England ! 
 
 Yes, I will leave it all with Thee, . 
 
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