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 SACRED POETOAL 
 QUOTATIONS; 
 
 CONSISTING OF 
 
 CHOICE PASSAGES FROM THE SACRED POETRY 
 
 OF ALL AGES AND COUNTRIES, 
 
 CLASSIFIED AND ARRANGED, FOR FACILITY OF REFERENCE, 
 UNDER SUBJECT HEADINGS ; 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY STRIKING PASSAGES FROM SCRIPTURE. 
 AND FORMING ALTOGETHER 
 
 A COMPLETE EOOK OF DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 
 EDITED BY H. G. ADAMS, 
 
 EDITOR OF THE " CYCLOPEDIA OF POETICAL QUOTATIONS," ETC. 
 
 NEW EDITION. 
 
 " A verse may find him who a sermon flies, 
 And turn delight into a sacrifice." HEUBKRT. 
 
 ALEX. GARDNER, 
 PAISLEY; AND PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 THE favour with which our former compilation 
 the "Cyclopaedia of Poetical Quotations" was 
 received, and the numerous calls which we had for 
 an extension of the plan of that work, induced us 
 to determine on the issue of this companion volume, 
 which, although exactly similar in size and price, 
 and method of arrangement, yet possesses a decid- 
 edly distinctive feature in the sacred character of all 
 the pieces included. We have endeavoured to make 
 it one of the most complete collections of RELIGIOUS 
 POETBY ever offered to the public ; and cannot doubt 
 that, as such, it will be acceptable to a very large 
 class of readers. As the matter in this volume had 
 to be arranged under a far less number of distinct 
 headings than that of the work above named, there 
 was space for the introduction of longer pieces, and 
 thus many of the most beautiful specimens of de- 
 votional poetry, which are to be found in the liter- 
 ature of this and other nations, are given with 
 little or no curtailment. Although there is much 
 poetry of a religious character scattered through 
 the former volume, yet inasmuch as it is presumed 
 
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 IV PREFACE. 
 
 that most persons who possess the one will also 
 desire to have the other none of the pieces which 
 may there be found are admitted into this compil- 
 ation, except in some cases where it was felt that 
 by re-uniting the portions there arranged under 
 several headings, so complete and beautiful a whole 
 could be presented, that its insertion here was almost 
 rendered necessary. 
 
 As we wished to make our volume entirely un- 
 sectarian in its character, we have endeavoured to 
 avoid the insertion of poems which involve merely 
 doctrinal points. Those grand truths and principles 
 of Christianity on which all denominations of the 
 Saviour's professed followers are agreed, offered 
 ample scope for poetic illustration; and happily we 
 could, alike from the pages of a Milton, a Watts, 
 a Doddridge, a "Wesley, a Montgomery, and a Keble, 
 find plenty of matter for our purpose, without enter- 
 ing at all upon the thorny paths of controversy. 
 The introduction of Scripture quotations at the head 
 of each subject will, we apprehend, be considered 
 a useful feature of our compilation. As might be 
 expected, the noblest poetry that ever was written 
 is to be found in the inspired volume, and those 
 passages which we have selected therefrom, as 
 specimens of poetic composition alone, will, we 
 apprehend, be considered the true gems of the 
 collection.
 
 PREFACE. V 
 
 While we are upon the subject of Scripture 
 quotations, we may perhaps be allowed to place 
 before our readers a fine passage from Gilfillan's 
 "Bards of the Bible," in reference thereto: 
 
 "The charm which Scripture quotation adds to 
 writing, let those tell who have read Milton, Bunyan, 
 Burke, Foster, Southey, Croly, Carlyle, Macaulay, 
 yea, and even Byron, all of whom have sown their 
 pages with this 'orient pearl' and brought thus 
 an impulse from divine inspiration, to add to the 
 effect of their own. Extracts from the Bible always 
 attest and vindicate their origin. They nerve what 
 else in the sentence in which they occur is pointless ; 
 they clear a space for themselves, and cast a wide 
 glory around the page where they are found. 
 Taken from the classics of the heart, all hearts 
 vibrate more or less strongly to their voice. It is 
 even as David felt of old toward the sword of 
 Goliath, when he visited the high-priest, and said, 
 ' There is none like that, give it me ;' so writers of 
 true taste and sympathies feel on great occasions, 
 when they have certain thoughts and feelings to ex- 
 press, a longing for that sharp two-edged sword, and 
 an irresistible inclination to cry 'None like that, give 
 it us; this right Damascus blade alone can cut the 
 way of our thought into full utterance and victory.' " 
 
 From the Psalms of David, as giving expression 
 in the most poetical and devotional form, to almost
 
 VI PEEFACE. 
 
 every variety of passion and emotion of which the 
 human mind is cognizant, we have, of course, taken 
 a large proportion of our Scripture passages, and 
 therefore do we think it well to quote the ahove 
 author's apostrophe to these sublime compositions. 
 
 "Wild, holy, tameless strains, how have you run 
 down through ages in which large poems, systems, 
 and religions have perished, firing the souls of poets, 
 kissing the lips of children, smoothing the pillows 
 of the dying, stirring the warrior to heroic rage, 
 perfuming the chambers of solitary saints, and clasp- 
 ing into one the hearts and voices of thousands of 
 assembled worshippers ; tinging many a literature, 
 and finding a home in many a land ; and still ye 
 seem as fresh, and young, and powerful as ever; 
 yea, preparing for even mightier triumphs than 
 when first chanted ! Britain, Germany, and Amer- 
 ica now sing you; but you must yet awaken the 
 dumb millions of China and Japan." 
 
 It has been beautifully and truly observed by 
 the eloquent and learned Bishop Lowth, that "We 
 shall think of Poetry much more humbly than it 
 deserves, unless we direct our attention to that 
 quarter where its importance is most eminently 
 conspicuous, or unless we contemplate it as employed 
 on sacred subjects, and in subservience to religion. 
 This indeed appears to have been the original office 
 and destination of Poetry, and this it still so happily
 
 PREFACE. Vll 
 
 performs, that in all other cases it seems out of 
 character, as if intended for this purpose alone. 
 In other instances Poetry appears to want the assis- 
 tance of art, and in this to shine forth with all 
 its natural splendour, or rather to be animated by 
 that inspiration, which on other occasions is spoken 
 of without being felt." 
 
 These observations apply more especially to 
 Hebrew Poetiy, that loftiest and noblest manifesta- 
 tion of true poetic inspiration ; and are quoted by Dr. 
 Gaunter in his able and judicious treatise on "The 
 Poetry of the Pentateuch," in reference to which 
 the learned writer observes that "Sacred themes 
 have inspired the greatest poets of almost every 
 age, and of every civilized country where the true 
 God has been adored, the doctrine of redemption 
 promulgated, and the divine attributes avowed. 
 Those sublime themes have called forth the highest 
 intellectual endowments of man." Herder, another 
 profound critic, and lover of Poetry in its most 
 sublime forms, says of it, that ' ' without God it is 
 a showy Papyrus without moisture ; every system of 
 morals without Him is a mere parasitical plant. It 
 makes a flowery display in fine words, and sends forth 
 its branches hither and thither ; nay, it insinuates 
 itself into every weak spot and crevice of the human 
 soul; but the sun rises and it vanishes." 
 
 All true Poets have felt and known this, although
 
 Vlll PREFACE. 
 
 they have not always acknowledged it ; sometimes 
 it was but a dim confused perception of the truth 
 which they obtained ; being dazzled by the blaze of 
 their own genius, they have mistaken that for a 
 divine effluence, and worshipped it in the place of 
 that greater glory, of which it was but a faint 
 reflex and emanation. Sometimes it. was pride of 
 intellect which forbade them to bow down to any 
 other God than that which bore the impress of self: 
 sometimes it was a kind of pantheistic worship of 
 nature, as an abstract divinity ; so enamoured were 
 they of the fair face of creation, that they forgot 
 the Creator; the works, how beautiful! how perfect! 
 But the workman, what of Him? "We have spoken 
 in the past tense, and it might be thought that 
 our remarks were meant to apply to poets of pagan 
 lands, and of benighted ages of the world's history; 
 but alas! they are equally applicable to all ages, 
 and to all lands; and especially to our own country 
 and age of Christian enlightenment. Many of the 
 most gifted singers of the present day, of the most 
 fervent and devoted spirits, might have served as 
 high-priests in the temple of Apollo, and offered 
 adoration at the shrine of Flora, Ceres, and the 
 Bona Dea, and other pagan impersonifications of the 
 sun, and the earth, with its beauties and riches. 
 To such as these the flowers, those stars of earth, 
 are not the living, glowing, breathing "charactery"
 
 PREFACE. IX 
 
 in which the Almighty writes instructive lessons 
 of His wisdom and goodness, telling the sick, the 
 weary, and the sad at heart, that 
 
 "Whoso careth for the flowers 
 
 Will care much more for them." 
 
 To such the stars, those flowers of heaven, are 
 not bright revelations of the Deity who sustains 
 and directs them in their courses. 
 
 "For ever singing as they shine, 
 The hand that made us is divine." 
 
 To such the whispering gales, the rustling "boughs, 
 the humming insects, the singing rills, and the 
 warbling birds, speak not of an ever watchful, 
 ever wakeful Power, to which in every emergency 
 the prayerful soul may turn. Calm and soothing 
 as is doubtless the influence of nature, upon the 
 troubled souls of all who submit themselves to her 
 gentle teachings, yet with how much greater satisfac- 
 tion and delight must those contemplate her beauties 
 and share her calm enjoyments, who see in her 
 various changes and aspects but so many revelations 
 of Almighty love, and read in her fair lineaments 
 the wondrous story of redeeming grace.
 
 X PREFACE. 
 
 "Alas! that mankind sees Him not, the Great 
 And Everlasting Framer of all worlds ; 
 Who paints himself upon the leaves of flowers, 
 And flings his portrait on the breasted clouds, 
 And sheds his syllogisms in the shape 
 Of suns, and moons, and planetary systems," 
 
 as J. Stanyan Bigg, the latest, but not the least, of 
 the true poets of the present cycle, has finely said. 
 We must give another extract from his "Mght 
 and the Soul," published too late for quotation 
 in the body of our volume: 
 
 "Nature is still, as ever, the thin veil 
 Which half conceals, and half reveals the face 
 And lineaments supernal of our King, 
 The modifying medium through which 
 His glories are exhibited to man, 
 The grand repository where he hides 
 His mighty thoughts to be dug out like diamonds ; 
 Still is the day irradiate with His glory, 
 Flowing in steady, sun -streaked, ocean gush 
 From His transcendant nature, still at night 
 O'er our horizon trail the sable robes 
 Of the Eternal One, with all their rich 
 Embroidery and emblazonment of stars." 
 
 This is high and holy teaching. "Well were it 
 if every mere nature-worshipper could be brought 
 to the same conviction as the poet of "Night and 
 the Soul," and confess that 
 
 "Religion is the true Philosophy! 
 Faith is the last great link 'twist God and man. 
 There is more wisdom in a whispered prayer 
 Than in the ancient lore of all the schools :
 
 PREFACE. XI 
 
 The soul upon its knees holds God by the hand. 
 Worship is wisdom as it is in heaven ! 
 ' I do believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! ' 
 Is the last greatest utterance of the soul." 
 
 "I do believe!" how few are there among the 
 gifted children of song, who can stoop from the 
 lofty heights of intellectual glory, to utter this 
 confession of the insufficiency of human reason, the 
 littleness of human power. 
 
 "Stoop, stoop, proud man ! the gate of heaven is low, 
 And all who enter in thereat must bend! 
 Reason has fields to play in, wide as air, 
 But they have bounds; and if she soar beyond, 
 Lo! there are lightnings and the curse of God, 
 And the old thundered 'Never!' from the jaws 
 Of the black darkness and the mocking waste. 
 Come not to God with questions on thy lips. 
 He will have love love and a holy trust. 
 And the self-abnegation of a child. 
 'T is a far higher wisdom to believe, 
 Than to cry 'Question' at the porch of truth, 
 Think not the Infinite will calmly brook 
 The plummet of the finite in its depths." 
 
 God and His attributes are undoubtedly the 
 poet's noblest themes, and to celebrate the great- 
 ness and glory of His works, the wonders of His 
 power, and the riches of His grace, have the 
 highest efforts of human genius in all ages been 
 directed. From the time when Moses sung his 
 song of triumph as the waters closed over Pharaoh 
 and his host, when the Prophets uttered their
 
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 rapt predictions, and the inspired Psalmist sent 
 forth those strains of supplication and thanksgiving 
 which are still sounding daily in our ears, and 
 stirring our hearts to devotion, down to the period 
 when Milton wrote his great epic, 
 
 "Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit 
 Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste 
 Brought death into the world," 
 
 has the lyre been consecrated to the service of 
 religion has religious poetry been the most beau- 
 tiful and touching, as well as the most lofty and 
 sublime of all poetry. As Dr. Gaunter well observes, 
 "The noblest epics which have elicited the poetic 
 genius of different countries, have been based upon 
 subjects either immediately connected with, or 
 remotely allied to, religion. The authors of the 
 Mahabarat and the Ranaayana, two Hindoo epics 
 of high celebrity and extraordinary magnitude, ex- 
 tending each to several hundred thousand lines, 
 of the Iliad and the Odyssey, of the Inferno, of 
 the Jerusalem Delivered, of the Paradise Lost and 
 Regained, have, either directly or consequentially, 
 all made the Deity and His illimitable perfections 
 the subjects of their immortal song." 
 
 And so it is; every true poet is essentially a 
 religious poet; his religion may not be Christianity, 
 his views of the divine nature and attributes may 
 be distorted, and he may be altogether ignorant of
 
 PEEFACE. Xlll 
 
 the great truths of scripture revelation, yet there 
 will ever be in minds of the greatest reach and 
 capacity, a striving after that which is good and 
 holy, and a knowledge, approximating to the truth, 
 of the relationship between the Creator and the 
 created; for 
 
 "Spontaneously to God will tend the soul, 
 Like the magnetic needle to the pole." 
 
 Would that all whose "tranced hands have woke 
 the lyre," and chanted such strains as the world 
 would not willingly let die, had had such clear views 
 of the nature of the obligation which lay on them 
 to dedicate their powers to the service of true 
 religion, as our own Milton, who commenced his 
 immortal epic thus: 
 
 "And chiefly Thou, Spirit, that dost prefer 
 Before all temples, the upright heart and pure, 
 Instruct me, for Thou know'st: Thou from the first 
 Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread 
 Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss. 
 And mad'st it pregnant. What in me is dnrk 
 Illumine; what is low, raise and support; 
 That to the height of this great argument 
 I may assert eternal Providence, 
 And justify the ways of God to men." 
 
 Would that all could bear some such testimony 
 to the truth as it is in Jesus, and exclaim with 
 him
 
 XIV PREFACE. 
 
 "O, unexampled Love! 
 
 Love no where to be found less than Divine ! 
 Hail, Son of God, Saviour of men, Thy Name 
 Shall be the copious matter of my song 
 Henceforth, and never shall my harp Thy praise 
 Forget, nor from Thy Father's praise disjoin." 
 
 A similar spirit of fervent piety animated the 
 breast of the Italian poet Lorenzo de Medici, who 
 made this solemn request at the footstool of the 
 Almighty, previous to entering on the composition 
 of a poem: 
 
 "In ardent adoration joined, 
 
 Obedient to Thy holy will, 
 Let all my faculties combined 
 
 Thy just desires, O God, fulfil! 
 From thee derived, eternal King, 
 To thee our noblest powers we bring: 
 0, may thy hand direct our wandering way! 
 0, bid thy !L,-ht arise, and chase the clouds away!" 
 
 Listen also to the author of the "Night Thoughts," 
 and hear his acknowledgment of the true sources 
 of poetic inspiration: 
 
 "0 Thou bless'd Spirit: whether the Supreme, 
 Great ante-mundane Father; in whose breast, 
 Embryo creation, unborn being, dwelt, 
 And all its various revolutions rolled, 
 Present, though future; prior to themselves; 
 Whose breath can blow it into nought again; 
 Or, from His throne some delegated power; 
 Who, studious of our peace, dost turn the thought 
 From vain and vile, to solid and sublime! 
 Unseen Thou lead'st me to delicious draughts
 
 PEEFACE. XT 
 
 Of Inspiration, from a purer stream, 
 
 And fuller of the God, than that which burst 
 
 From famed Castalia." 
 
 Alas! how often has been, and is, this noble 
 gift of poesy abused and prostituted to base pur- 
 poses; of how few could it be said that he had 
 written no line which dying he might wish to blot. 
 Dryden, we may remember, exclaims 
 
 "O gracious God! How far have we 
 Profaned Thy heavenly gift of poesy! 
 Made prostitute and profligate the muse, 
 Debased to each obscene and impious use, 
 Whose harmony was first ordained above 
 For tongues of angels, and for hymns of love!" 
 
 Yet even he cannot altogether escape the re- 
 proach conveyed in these lines to such as have, 
 at times, shown themselves unworthy of the 
 sacred gift, and of this he appears to be conscious 
 when he says "how far have we" etc. Cowper 
 might with great propriety act the censor on such 
 a dereliction of duty, and say 
 
 "Debased to servile purposes of pride, 
 How are the powers of genius misapplied! 
 The gift, whose office is the Giver's praise, 
 To trace Him in His word, His work, His ways, 
 Then spread the rich discovery, and invite 
 Mankind to share in the divine delight; 
 Distorted from its use and just design, 
 To make the pitiful possessor shine,
 
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 To purchase at the fool-frequented fair 
 Of vanity, a wreath for self to wear. 
 Is profanation of the basest kind 
 Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind." 
 
 So also might one of the sacred poets of our 
 own day, many of whose strains of simple, ear- 
 nest, and pure devotion, will be found in our 
 volume. He has just passed from hence to sing 
 in a heavenly choir; and fain would we embody 
 in this preface a slight tribute of our admiration 
 for his genius, and our gratitude for the service he 
 has rendered to the Christian Religion. 
 
 TO THE MEMORY OP JAMES MONTGOMERY. 
 
 SWEET minstrel, who through life hast turned thy face 
 
 Unto the city of the heavenly king ; 
 Of infinite mercy, and of boundless grace, 
 
 And God's high attributes hast loved to sing; 
 
 E'en like a pilgrim onward journeying, 
 To whom this world was no abiding place ; 
 
 But through whose mists of sin and sorrowing 
 Thou hadst a light the devious way to trace. 
 The river thou hast crossed, the shining gate 
 
 Hath oped to bid thee welcome to thy rest ; 
 Thy voice, which sounded in our ears but late, 
 
 Now swells the chorus of the truly blest : 
 Thou hast departed, but hast left thy lays, 
 A rich bequest of holy prayer and praise.
 
 CYCLOPEDIA 
 
 SACEED POETICAL QUOTATIONS. 
 
 AAEON. 
 
 1 WILL sanctify the tabernacle of the congregation and the altar : I 
 will sanctify also both Aaron and his sons, to minister to me in the 
 priest's office. Exodus, xxix. 44. 
 
 And Moses stripped Aaron of his garments, and put them upon 
 Eleazar his son ; and Aaron died there in the top of the mount ; and 
 Moses and Eleazar came down from the mount. Numbers, xx. 28. 
 
 Aaron the saint of the Lord. Psalm cvi. 16. 
 
 Called of God, as was Aaron. Hebrews, v. 4. 
 
 So, with trembling hand, 
 He hasted to unclasp the priestly robe, 
 And cast it o'er his son, and on his head 
 The mitre place ; while, with a feeble voice, 
 He blessed, and bade him keep his garments pure 
 From blood of souls. But then, as Moses raised 
 The mystic breastplate, and that dying eye 
 Caught the last radiance of those precious stones, 
 By whose oracular and fearful light 
 Jehovah^had so oft His will revealed 
 Unto the chosen tribes, whom Aaron loved 
 In all their wanderings but whose promised land 
 He might not look upon he sadly laid 
 His head upon the mountain's turfy breast, 
 And with one prayer, half-wrapped in stifled groans, 
 Gave up the ghost. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney, 
 * B
 
 ABEL. 
 
 AND Abel brought of the firstlings of his flock, and of the fat thereof. 
 And the Lord had respect unto Abel and his offering. Genesis, iv. 4. 
 
 They were wont to speak in old time, saying, They shall surely ask 
 counsel at Abel. II. Samuel, xx. 18. 
 
 By faith Abe I offered unto God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, 
 by which he obtained witness that he was righteous, God testifying 
 of his gifts : and by it he being dead yet speaketh. Hebrews, xi. 4. 
 
 BLOOD lias a voice to pierce the skies ; 
 
 Revenge ! the blood of Abel cries ; 
 
 But the dear stream when Christ was slain, 
 
 Speaks peace aloud from every vein. Walls. 
 
 Adjacent rose a myrtle-planted mound, 
 
 Whose spiry top a granite fragment crowned. 
 
 Tinctured with many-coloured moss the stone, 
 
 Rich as a cloud of summer-evening shone, 
 
 Amid encircling verdure that arrayed 
 
 The beauteous hillock with a cope of shade. 
 
 " Javan," said Enoch, "on this spot began 
 
 The fatal curse ; man perished here by man. 
 
 The earliest death a son of Adam died 
 
 Was murder, and that murder fratricide ! 
 
 Here Abel fell a corse along the shore ; 
 
 Here Cain's recoiling footsteps reeked with gore. 
 
 Horror upraised his locks, unloosed his knees ; 
 
 He heard a voice, he hid among the trees : 
 
 'Where is thy brother?' from the whirlwind came 
 
 The voice of God amidst enfolding flame : 
 
 'Am I my brother's keeper ?' hoarse and low, 
 
 Cain muttered from the copse 'that I should know?' 
 
 ****** 
 That mound of myrtles o'er her favourite child 
 Eve planted, and the hand of Adam piled 
 Yon mossy stone, above his ashes raised, 
 His altar once, with Abel's offering blazed, 
 When God well pleased beheld the flames arise, 
 And smiled acceptance on the sacrifice." 
 
 J. 3ontgomery.
 
 ABHORRENCE. 
 
 ABHOEEENCE. 
 
 AKD now am I their song, yea, I am their by-word. They abhor 
 me, they flee far from me. Job, xxx. 9, 10. 
 
 I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear : but now mine eye 
 seeth thee. Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes. 
 Job, xlii. 5, 6. 
 
 Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil ; cleave 
 to that which is good. Romans, xii. 9. 
 
 FATHER of lights ! from whom proceeds 
 Whate'er thy every creature needs ; 
 Whose goodness providently nigh, 
 Feeds the young ravens when they cry ; 
 To thee I look, my heart prepare ; 
 Suggest, and hearken to my prayer. 
 
 Fain would I know, as known by thee, 
 
 And feel the indigence I see : 
 
 Fain would I all my vileness own, 
 
 And deep beneath the burden groan ; 
 
 Abhor the pride that lurks within, 
 
 Detest and loathe myself and sin. Wesley. 
 
 'T is a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought, 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 Could I joy his saints to meet, 
 
 Choose the ways I once abhorred, 
 Find at times the promise sweet, 
 
 If I did not love the Lord ? Newton, 
 
 Were half the power that fills the world with terror, 
 
 Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, 
 Given to redeem the human mind from error, 
 
 There were no need of arsenals nor forts. 
 The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ; 
 
 And every nation that should lift again 
 Its hand against a brother, on its forehead 
 
 Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain. 
 
 Longfellow.
 
 4 ABIDE. 
 
 ABIDE ABODE. 
 
 FOB we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as wrre all our 
 fathers : our clays on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none 
 nliiilimj. I. Chronicles, xxix. 15. 
 
 The fear of the Lord tendeth to life, and he that hath it shall abide 
 satisfied. Proverbs, xix. 23. 
 
 They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion, which cannot 
 be removed, but abideth for ever. Psalm cxxv. 1. 
 
 If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what 
 ye will, and it shall be done unto you. John, xv. 7. 
 
 ETEKNAL power ! whose high abode 
 Becomes the grandeur of a God 
 Infinite lengths beyond the bounds, 
 Where stars revolve their little rounds. 
 
 The lowest step beneath thy seat 
 
 Rises too high for Gabriel's feet : 
 
 In vain the tall archangel tries 
 
 To reach thine height with wondering eyes. 
 
 Watts. 
 "We've no abiding city here :" 
 
 This may distress the worldly mind ; 
 But should not cost the saint a tear, 
 Who hopes a better rest to find. 
 
 "We've no abiding city here ;" 
 We seek a city out of sight ; 
 Zion its name, the Lord is there, 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 O ! sweet abode of peace and love, 
 Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest ; 
 
 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 I 'd fly to thee and be at rest. Kelly. 
 
 Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if Thou be near : 
 Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 
 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 
 For without Thee I cannot live. 
 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 
 For without Thee I dare not die. Keble.
 
 ABOUND. 5 
 
 ABOUND ABUNDANCE. 
 
 TUB Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and 
 abundant in goodness and truth. Exodus, xxxiv. 6. 
 
 A faithful man shall abound with blessings ; but he that maketh 
 haste to be rich, shall not be innocent. Proverbs, xxviii. 20. 
 
 Therefore as ye abound in every thing, in faith and utterance, and 
 knowledge, and in all diligence, and in your love to us, see that ye 
 abound in this grace also. II. Corinthians, viii. 7. 
 
 We beseech you brethren and exhort you by the Lord Jesus, that as 
 ye have received of us how ye ought to walk and to please God, so 
 ye would abound more and more. I. Thessalonians, iv. 1. 
 
 Unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that 
 we HkTs. or think, according to the power that worketh in us. Ephesians, 
 iii 20. 
 
 Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. Matthew, 
 xii. 34. 
 
 GOD on thee 
 
 Abundantly his gifts hath also poured, 
 Inward and outward both. Milton. 
 
 Good the more 
 
 Communicated, more abundant grows ; 
 The author not impaired but honoured more. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 The God of Nature and of Grace 
 
 In all his works appears; 
 His goodness through the earth we trace, 
 
 His grandeur in the spheres. 
 
 Behold this fair and fertile globe, 
 
 By Him in wisdom planned ; 
 'T was He who girded, like a robe, 
 
 The ocean round the land. 
 
 His blessings fall in plenteous showers 
 
 Upon the lap of earth, 
 That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers, 
 
 And rings with infant mirth. 
 
 If God hath made this world so fair, 
 
 Where sin and death abound; 
 How beautiful beyond compare 
 
 "Will Paradise be found ! J. Montgomery.
 
 6 ABOVE. 
 
 ABOVE. 
 
 THE Lord shall make thee the head, and not the tail; and thou 
 shalt be above only, and thou shalt not be beneath ; if that thou hearken 
 unto the commandments of the Lord thy God, which I command thee 
 this day, to observe and to do them. Deuteronomy, xxviii. 13. 
 
 The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens. 
 Psalni cxiii. 4. 
 
 He that cometh from above is above all : he that is of the earth is 
 earthly, and speaketh of the earth : he that coineth from heaven is 
 above all. John, iii. 31. 
 
 BE this my one great business here, 
 With serious industry and fear, 
 
 Eternal bliss to ensure: 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 Then Saviour, then, my soul receive, 
 Transported from this vale to live 
 
 Ana reign with thee above; 
 "Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
 And hope in full supreme delight, 
 
 And everlasting love. If'esfey. 
 
 Descend from heaven immortal Dove, 
 Stoop down and take us on thy wings, 
 
 And mount and bear us far above 
 The reach of these inferior things. 
 
 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, 
 
 Up where eternal ages roll ; 
 Where solid pleasures never die, 
 
 And fruits immortal feast the soul. Watts. 
 
 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings, 
 
 Thy better portion trace; 
 Rise from transitory things, 
 
 Towards heaven, thy native place. 
 
 Sun, and moon, and stars decay ; 
 
 Time shall soon this earth remove; 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 
 To seats prepared above. CennicJc.
 
 ABRAHAM. 
 
 ABE AH AM. 
 
 By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which 
 he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed ; and he went out, 
 not knowing whither he wont. 
 
 By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, 
 dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of 
 the same promise : 
 
 For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and 
 maker is God. Hebrews, xi. 8, 9, 10. 
 
 Abraham believed God, and it was counted unto him for righteous- 
 ness. Romans, iv. 3. 
 
 HIM God the Most High, vouchsafed 
 To call by vision, from his father's house, 
 His kindred, and false gods, into a land 
 "Which he did show him, and from him did raise 
 A mighty nation ; and upon him shower 
 His benedictions so, that in his seed 
 All nations shall be blest ; he straight obeyed, 
 Not knowing to what land, yet firm believed : 
 He left his gods, his friends, and native soil, 
 Ur of Chaldea, passing no\v the ford 
 To Haran ; after him a cumbrous train 
 Of herds and flocks, and numerous servitude, 
 Not wandering poor, but trusting all his wealth 
 To God, who called him, in a land unknown. 
 
 Milton. 
 Like Abraham ascending Tip the hill 
 
 To sacrifice, his servants left below, 
 That lie might act the great Commander's will 
 
 Without impeach to his obedient blow : 
 Even so the soul, remote from earthly things, 
 Should mount salvation's shelter, mercy's wings. 
 
 Robert Southwell. 
 
 Though round him numerous tribes, 
 Sworn foes to Heaven's dread Ruler, pitch their tents, 
 No wayward doubts or coward fears appal 
 The Patriarch's soul. By the bright hope sustained, 
 That in his seed all nations should be blest, 
 Calm and unmoved the delegated seer 
 Submissive bends to the Eternal Will. 
 
 Samuel Hayes.
 
 ABSENCE. 
 
 ABSENCE. 
 
 I PAUL myself beseech you by the meekness and gentleness of Christ. 
 who in presence am bate among you, but being absent am bold toward 
 you. II. Corinthians, x. 1. 
 
 I write these things, being absent, lest being present I should use 
 sharpness, according to the power which the Lord hath given me. 
 II. Corinthians, xiii. 10. 
 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 
 Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 And waft me away to His throne ! 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent, I love, 
 Whom not having seen, I adore ; 
 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 All glory, dominion, and pow'r. 
 
 Cow per. 
 
 Thus far my God hath led me on, 
 And made His truth and mercy known ; 
 My hopes and fears alternate rise, 
 And comforts mingle with my sighs. 
 
 Through this wild wilderness I roam, 
 Far distant from my blissful home ; 
 Lord, let Thy presence be my stay, 
 And guard me in this dangerous way. 
 
 Temptations everywhere annoy, 
 And sins and snares my peace destroy ; 
 My earthly joys are from me torn, 
 And oft an absent God I mourn. 
 
 Fa weed. 
 
 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 And nobler speech than angels use, 
 If love be absent, I am found, 
 Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 
 
 If love to God and love to meu 
 Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; 
 Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
 The work of love can e'er fulfil. 
 
 Watts.
 
 ACCEPTANCE. 
 
 ACCEPTANCE. 
 
 THUS saith the Lord unto this people, thus have they loved to wan- 
 der, they have not refrained their feet ; therefore the Lord doth not 
 accept them ; he will now remember their iniquity, and visit their 
 sins. Jeremiah, xiv. 10. 
 
 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be 
 acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my Kedeemer. 
 Psalm six. 14. 
 
 Proving what is acceptable unto the Lord. Ephesians, v. 10. 
 
 God is no respecter of persons ; but in every nation, he that feareth 
 him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him. Acts, x. 34, 35. 
 
 THIS woman, whom thou mad'st to be my help, 
 
 And gav'st me as thy perfect gift, so good, 
 
 So fit, so acceptable, so divine. Milton. 
 
 Thus I imboldened spake, and freedom and 
 Permission, and acceptance found. Milton. 
 
 God is a spirit just and wise ; 
 
 He sees our inmost mind ; 
 In vain to heaven we raise our cries, 
 
 And leave our souls behind. 
 
 Nothing but truth before his throne 
 
 With honour can appear ; 
 The painted hypocrites are known 
 
 Through the disguise they wear. 
 
 Lord search my thoughts, and try my ways, 
 
 And make my soul sincere ; 
 Then shall I stand before thy face, 
 
 And find acceptance there. Waits. 
 
 Accept my prayer O Lord, 
 
 A contrite spirit cries, 
 And asks, depending on Thy word, 
 
 A pardon from the skies. 
 
 Let me acceptance find, 
 
 Unworthy though I be ; 
 Be there a place in heaven assigned 
 
 To me, Lord, even me ! Anon.
 
 10 ACQUAINTANCE. 
 
 ACQUAINTANCE. 
 
 ACQUAINT now thyself with him, and be at peace : thereby good 
 shall come unto thee. Job, xxii. 21. 
 
 ACQUAINT thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God; 
 And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road ; 
 And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head ; 
 And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 
 
 Acquaint thee, O mortal ! acquaint thee with God ; 
 And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad, 
 Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path, 
 Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 
 
 Knox. 
 
 Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st taste 
 
 His works. Admitted once to his embrace, 
 
 Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : 
 
 Thine eye shall be instructed ; and thine heart 
 
 Made pure, shall relish with divine delight 
 
 Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. 
 
 Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone, 
 
 And eyes intent upon the scanty herb 
 
 It yields them : or recumbent on its brow 
 
 Ruminate, heedless of the scene outspread 
 
 Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away 
 
 From inland regions to the distant main. 
 
 Man views it and admires ; but rests content 
 
 With what he views. The landscape has his praise, 
 
 But not its Author. Unconcerned who framed 
 
 The Paradise he sees, he finds it such, 
 
 And such well pleased to find it, asks no more. 
 
 Not so the mind that has been touched from heaven, 
 
 And in the schools of sacred wisdom taught 
 
 To read his wonders, in whose thought the world, 
 
 Fair as it is, existed ere it was. 
 
 Not for its own sake merely, but for his 
 
 Much more who fashioned it, he gives it praise ; 
 
 Praise that from earth resulting as it ought, 
 
 To earth's acknowledged Sovereign, finds at once 
 
 Its only just proprietor in Him. 
 
 Coioper.
 
 ADAM AND EVE. 11 
 
 ADAM AND EVE. 
 
 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created 
 he him; male and female created he them. Genesis, i. 27. 
 
 By one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin ; and so 
 death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned. Romans, v. 12. 
 
 For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection 
 of the dead. 
 
 For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. 
 I. Corinthians, xv. 21, 22. 
 
 The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was 
 made a quickening spirit. I. Corinthians, xv. 45. 
 
 THOU man thy image mad'st, in dignity, 
 In knowledge and in beauty like to thee ; 
 Placed in a heaven on earth : without his toil, 
 The ever nourishing and fruitful soil 
 Unpurchased food produced: all creatures were 
 His subjects, serving more for love than fear. 
 
 Sandy t. 
 
 For contemplation he, and valour formed; 
 For softness she, and sweet attractive grace ; 
 He for God only, she for God in him: 
 His fair large front and eye sublime, declared 
 Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks 
 Bound from his parted forelock manly hung 
 Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad : 
 She as a veil down to the slender waist, 
 Her unadorned golden tresses wore 
 Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved 
 As the vine curls her tendrils: which implied 
 Subjection, but required with gentle sway, 
 And by her yielded, by him best received. Milton. 
 
 So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard 
 Well pleased, but answered not; for now, too nigh 
 The archangel stood ; and from the other hill 
 To their fixed station, all in bright array, 
 The cherubim descended ; on the ground 
 Gliding mysterious, as evening mist 
 Risen from a river, o'er the marish glides, 
 And gathers round, fast at the labourer's heel 
 Homeward returning. High in front advanced, 
 The brandished sword of God before them blazed, 
 Fierce as a comet ; which with torrid heat
 
 12 ADAM AND EVE. 
 
 And vap'rous as the Libyan air adust, 
 
 Began to parch, that temperate clime ; whereat 
 
 On either hand the hast'ning angels caught 
 
 Our lingering parents; and to th' eastern gate 
 
 Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast 
 
 To the subjected plain ; then disappeared. 
 
 They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld 
 
 Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, 
 
 Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate 
 
 With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms. 
 
 Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; 
 
 The world was all before them where to choose 
 
 Their place of rest, and Providence their guide ; 
 
 They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, 
 
 Through Eden took their solitary way. Milton. 
 
 Oft hast thou heard our elder patriarchs tell 
 How Adam once by disobedience fell ; 
 Would that my tongue were gifted to display 
 The terror and the glory of that day, 
 When seized and stricken by the hand of death, 
 The first transgressor yielded up his breath ! 
 
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 With him his noblest sons might not compare 
 In God-like features and majestic air ; 
 Not out of weakness rose his gradual frame, 
 Perfect from his Creator's hand he came ; 
 And as in form excelling, so in mind 
 The sire of men transcended all mankind ; 
 A soul was in his eye, and in his speech 
 A dialect of heaven no art could reach ; 
 For oft of old to him the evening breeze 
 Had borne the voice of God among the trees ; 
 Angels were wont their songs with his to blend, 
 And talk with him as their familiar friend. 
 But deep remorse for that mysterious crime, 
 Whose dire contagion through elapsing time 
 Diffused the curse of death beyond control, 
 Had wrought such self-abasement in his soul, 
 That he whose honour was approached by none, 
 Was yet the meekest man beneath the sun. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 ADMONITION. 13 
 
 ADMONITION. 
 
 ord hath said concerning you, O ye remnant of Judah ; G-o ye 
 not into Egypt : know certainly that I have admonished you this day. 
 Jeremiah, xlii. 19. 
 
 And I myself also am persuaded of you, my brethren, that ye also 
 are full of goodness, filled with all knowledge, able also to admonish 
 one another. Romans, xv. 14. 
 
 Now all these things happened unto them for ensamples : and they 
 are written for our admonition, upon whom the ends of the world 
 are conie. I. Corinthians, x. 11. 
 
 THOU Power Supreme ! who aiming to rebuke 
 
 Offenders, dost put off the gracious look, 
 
 And clothe thyself in terrors, like the flood 
 
 Of ocean roused into his fiercest mood, 
 
 Whatever discipline Thy will ordain 
 
 For the brief course that must for me remain ; 
 
 Teach me with quick-eared spirit to rejoice 
 
 In admonitions of thy softest voice ! 
 
 Whate'er the path these mortal feet may trace, 
 
 Breathe through my soul the blessing of Thy grace ; 
 
 Glad, through a perfect love, a faith sincere, 
 
 Drawn from the wisdom that begins with fear ; 
 
 Glad to expand, and, for a season, free 
 
 From finite cares, to rest absorbed in Thee. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 In every copse and sheltered dell, 
 
 Unveiled to the observant eye, 
 Are faithful monitors, who tell 
 
 How pass the hours and seasons by. 
 
 The green-robed children of the spring, 
 Will mark the periods as they pass ; 
 
 Mingle with leaves time's feathered wing, 
 And bind with flowers his silent glass. 
 
 Thus in each flower and simple bell, 
 
 That in our path betrodden lie ; 
 Are sweet remembrancers, who tell 
 
 How fast the winged moments fly. 
 
 Charlotte Smith.
 
 14 ADORATION. 
 
 ADOBATION. 
 
 HOLT, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is 
 to come. Bevelations, iv. 8. 
 
 Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto Him that 
 sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lanib for ever and ever. 
 Bevelations, v. 13. 
 
 IN ardent adoration joined, 
 
 Obedient to Thy holy will, 
 Let all my faculties combined 
 
 Thy just desires, O God, fulfil ! 
 Prom thee derived, Eternal King, 
 To thee our noblest powers we bring : 
 O, may thy hand direct our wandering way ! 
 O, bid thy light arise, and chase the clouds away ! 
 
 Lorenzo de Medici. 
 
 Ye who spurn His righteous sway, 
 
 Yet, oh yet, He spares your breath ; 
 Yet His hand, averse to slay, 
 
 Balances the bolt of death. 
 Ere that dreadful bolt descends, 
 
 Haste before His feet to fall ; 
 Kiss the sceptre He extends, 
 
 And adore Him "Lord of all." Sir R. Grant. 
 
 Eternal Power, whose high abode 
 Becomes the grandeur of a God, 
 Infinite lengths beyond the bounds 
 Where stars revolve their little rounds. 
 
 Thee, while the first archangel sings, 
 He hides his face behind his wings, 
 And ranks of shining thrones around, 
 Pall worshipping and spread the ground. 
 
 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
 We would adore our Maker too ; 
 Prom sin and dust to Thee we cry, 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High. 
 
 Wesley.
 
 ADVENT. 15 
 
 ADVENT. 
 
 PREPARE ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a high- 
 way for our God. 
 
 Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall 
 be made low : and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough 
 places plain. 
 
 And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it 
 together : for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it. Isaiah, xl. 3, 4, 5. 
 
 The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord hath 
 anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek ; He hath sent me to 
 bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the 
 opening of the prison to them that are bound ; to proclaim the accept- 
 able year of the Lord. Isaiah, Ixi. 1, 2. 
 
 Let the floods clap their hands, let the hills be joyful together before 
 the Lord ; for He cometh to judge the earth : with righteousness shall 
 He judge the world, and the people with equity. Psalm xcviii. 8, 9. 
 
 WELL then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain ; 
 
 Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above 
 With greater triumph yet return again, 
 
 And conquer His own justice with His love 
 Commanding earth and seas to render those 
 Unto His bliss, for whom he paid His woes. 
 
 Henry Wotton. 
 
 When Thou, attended gloriously from Heaven, 
 
 Shall in the sky appear, and from Thee send 
 
 The summoning archangels to proclaim 
 
 The dread tribunal, fortliwith from all winds 
 
 The living, and forthwith the cited dead 
 
 Of all past ages, to the general doom 
 
 Shall hasten. Milton, 
 
 Come then, and added to thy many crowns, 
 
 Receive yet one, the crown of all the Earth, 
 
 Thou who alone art worthy ! It was thine 
 
 By ancient covenant, ere Nature's birth ; 
 
 And thou hast made it thine by purchase since, 
 
 And overpaid its value with thy blood. 
 
 Thy saints proclaim thee king ; and in their hearts 
 
 Thy title is engraven with a pen 
 
 Dipped in the fountain of eternal love. 
 
 Thy saints proclaim thee king ; and thy delay 
 
 Gives courage to their foes, who could they see 
 
 The dawn of thy last advent long desired, 
 
 Would creep into the bowels of the hills 
 
 And flee for safety to the falling rocks. Coivper.
 
 16 THE ADVENT. 
 
 Messiah comes! Let furious discord cease; 
 Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace ! 
 Disease and anguish feel His blest control, 
 And howling fiends release the tortured soul ! 
 The beams of gladness Hell's dark caves illume, 
 And mercy broods above the distant gloom. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 The Lord shall come ! the earth shall quake ; 
 The mountains to their centre shake ; 
 And withering from the vault of night, 
 The stars shall pale their feeble light. 
 
 The Lord shall come ! but not the same 
 As once in lowliness he came ; 
 A silent Lamb before His foes, 
 A weary man and full of woes. 
 
 The Lord shall come ! a dreadful form, 
 
 With rainbow wreath, and robes of storm ; 
 
 On cherub wings and wings of wind, 
 
 Appointed Judge of all mankind ! Bishop Heber. 
 
 The chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll on fire, 
 As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire ; 
 Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud, 
 And the heavens with the burthen of Godhead are 
 bowed ! 
 
 The glory ! the glory ! by myriads are pour'd 
 The host of the angels to wait on their Lord, 
 And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, 
 And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear. 
 
 H. H. Milman. 
 
 Messiah comes ! ye rugged paths be plain ! 
 The Shiloh comes ! ye towering cedars bend ; 
 Swell forth, ye valleys ; and, ye rocks, descend; 
 The withered branch let balmy fruits adorn, 
 And clustering roses twine the leafless thorn ; 
 Burst forth, ye vocal groves, your joy to tell 
 The God of Peace redeems His Israel. 
 
 C. H. Johnson.
 
 ADVEKSITY. 17 
 
 ADVERSITY. 
 
 HE hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved, for I shall 
 never be in adi-ersity. Psahu x. 6. 
 
 In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity 
 consider : God also hath set the one over against the other, to the 
 end that man should find nothing after him. Bcclesiastes, vii. 14. 
 
 Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them ; and them 
 which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body. Hebrews, 
 xiii. 3. 
 
 STERN teacher! should'st them come, and sit by me, 
 And fix upon me thy dread, stony eyes, 
 
 Calmly may I behold and welcome thee, 
 As one that hath a message from the skies, 
 Fraught with intelligence to make me wise : 
 
 God grant me strength to view thee steadfastly, 
 And listen to thy voice, though agonies 
 
 Should rack my soul or frame. Adversity! 
 
 Full oft hast thou a friend to mortals been, 
 A blessing in disguise, though stern thy look ; 
 
 Hard is thy hand, but still thy palms between 
 Thou hold'st outspread the pages of God's Book ; 
 
 Wherein who reads with humble, prayerful mind, 
 
 Will hope, and ease, and consolation find. Anon. 
 
 When first thy sire to send on earth 
 
 Virtue, his darling child, designed, 
 To thee he gave the heavenly birth, 
 
 And bade thee form her infant mind. 
 Stern rugged nurse, thy rigid lore 
 With patience many a year she bore ; 
 What sorrow was thou bad'st her know, 
 And, from her own, she learned to melt at other's woe. 
 
 Gray. 
 
 Adversity misunderstood, 
 
 Becomes a double curse : 
 Her chastening hand improves the good, 
 
 But makes the wicked worse. 
 Thus clay more obdurate becomes, 
 
 To the fierce flame consign'd ; 
 While gold in the red ordeal melts, 
 
 But melts to be rofin'd. C. C. Coltcv. 
 
 * r.
 
 18 AFFKCTION. 
 
 AFFECTION. 
 
 SET your affection upon my words; desire them, and ye shall be 
 instructed. Wisdom, vi. 2. 
 
 Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth. 
 Colossinns, iii. 2. 
 
 Be kindly affei-tionnl one to another. Romans. \ii. 10. 
 
 HEAVENLY Father! God of love, 
 Look with mercy from above ; 
 Let thy streams of comfort roll, 
 Let them fill and cheer my soul. 
 
 Love celestial, ardent fire ; 
 O extreme of sweet desire ! 
 Spread thy bright, thy gentle flame, 
 Swift o'er all my mental frame. 
 
 Sweet affections flow from hence, 
 
 Sweet above the joys of sense ; 
 
 Let me thus for ever be, 
 
 Full of gladness, full of thee. Parnel. 
 
 Precious are the kind affections 
 
 Which around this life entwine, 
 Making earth, with all its troubles, 
 
 Something more than half divine. 
 But, alas ! they fade and perish, 
 
 Like the bright and fragrant flowers, 
 Sorrow blights, and death destroys them, 
 
 And their beauty time devours. 
 
 ! T is not so with those affections, 
 
 That are set on heavenly things ; 
 They will bloom and flourish ever, 
 
 Watered by eternal springs ; 
 Warmed by everlasting sunshine, 
 
 Sheltered from the storms of earth, 
 Ever growing and increasing, 
 
 Knowing nought of drought or dearth. 
 
 Anon.
 
 AFFLICTION. 19 
 
 AFFLICTION. 
 
 BEFORE I was afflicted I went astray : but now have I kept thy 
 word. Psalm cxix. 67. 
 
 It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I might learn 
 thy statutes. Psalm cxix. 71. 
 
 I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and 
 the right of the poor. Psalm cxl. 12. 
 
 He was oppressed, and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His 
 mouth : He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep 
 before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not His mouth. Isaiah. 
 liii. 7. 
 
 In all their affliction He was afflicted, and the angel of His presence 
 saved them : in His love and in His pity He redeemed them ; and He 
 bare them and carried them all the days of old. Isaiah, Ixiii. t. 
 
 Come, and let us return unto the Lord : for He hath torn, and He 
 will heal us ; He hath smitten, and He will bind us up. Hosea, vi. 1. 
 
 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, w..rl.eth for 
 us a far more exceeding and eternal wei-rht of glory. II. Corinthians, 
 iv. 17. 
 
 AFFLICTION has a taste as sweet 
 
 As any cordial comfort. Shakspere. 
 
 Perfumes, the more they 're chafed, the more they 
 
 render 
 
 Their pleasant scents, and so affliction 
 Expresseth virtue fully. John Webster. 
 
 Afflictions clarify the soul, 
 
 And, like hard masters, give more hard directions, 
 Tutoring the non-age of uncurbed affections. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 
 To bear affliction with a bended brow, 
 
 Or stubborn heart, is but to disallow 
 
 The speedy means to health. Francis Quarles. 
 
 A life all ease is all abused ; 
 
 O, precious grace that made the wise 
 
 To know affliction, rightly used, 
 
 Is mercy in disguise. G. B. CIteever.
 
 20 AFFLICTION. 
 
 Heaven but tries our virtues by affliction, 
 
 And oft the cloud which wraps the present hour 
 
 Serves but to brighten all our future days. 
 
 Dr. Brown. 
 
 I cannot call affliction sweet, 
 
 And yet 't was good to bear ; 
 Affliction brought me to Thy feet, 
 
 And I found comfort there. 
 
 My wearied soul was all resigned 
 
 To Thy most gracious will ; 
 Oh! had I kept that better mind, 
 
 Or been afflicted still ! 
 
 Where are the vows which then I vowed, 
 
 The joys which then I knew ? 
 Those vanished like the morning cloud, 
 
 These like the early dew. 
 
 Lord, grant me grace for every day, 
 
 Whate'er my state may be ; 
 Through life, in death, with truth to say, 
 
 "My God is all to me !" J. Montgomery. 
 
 Come then, Affliction, if my Father bids, 
 
 And be my frowning friend : a friend that frowns, 
 
 Is better than a smiling enemy. 
 
 We welcome clouds that bring the former rain, 
 
 Though they the present prospect blacken round, 
 
 And shade the beauties of the opening year, 
 
 That, by their stores enriched, the earth may yield 
 
 A fruitful summer and a plenteous crop. Swaine. 
 
 Mid pleasure, plenty, and success, 
 Freely we take from Him who lends ; 
 
 We boast the blessings we possess, 
 Yet scarcely thank the one who sends. 
 
 But let affliction pour its smart, 
 
 How soon we quail beneath the rod ! 
 
 With shattered pride, and prostrate heart, 
 
 We seek the long- forgotten God. Eliza Cool'.
 
 21 
 
 AGE. 
 
 GREAT men are not always wise, neither do the aged understand 
 judgment. Job, xxxii. 9. 
 
 And even to your old age I am he ; and even to hoar hairs will I 
 carry yon. Isaiah, xlvi. 4. 
 
 Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my 
 strength faileth. Psalm Ixxi. 9. 
 
 Now also, when I am old and grey-headed, O God. forsake me not ; 
 until I have showed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power 
 to every one that is to come. Psalm Ixxi. 18. 
 
 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and 
 flourishing. Psalm xcii. 14. 
 
 That the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith, in 
 charity, in patience. The aged women likewise, that they be in 
 behaviour as becometh holiness. Titus, ii. 2, 3. 
 
 YE gods ! how easily the good man bears 
 
 His cumbrous honours of increasing years. 
 
 Age, oh my father, is not, as they say, 
 
 A load of evils heaped on mortal clay, 
 
 Unless impatient folly aids the curse, 
 
 And weak lamenting makes our sorrows worse. 
 
 He, whose soft soul, whose temper ever even, 
 
 Whose habits placid as a cloudless heaven, 
 
 Approve the partial blessings of the sky, 
 
 Smooths the rough road, and walks untroubled by ; 
 
 Untimely wrinkles furrow not his brow, 
 
 And graceful wave his locks of reverend snow. 
 
 M., from Anaxandrides. 
 
 And next in order sad, Old age we found, 
 His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind ; 
 With drooping cheer still pouring on the ground, 
 As on the place where nature him assign'd 
 To rest, when that the sisters had untwined 
 His vital thread, and ended with their knife 
 The fleeting course of fast-declining life : 
 There heard we him with broke and hollow plaint, 
 Hue with himself his end approaching fast, 
 And all for nought his wretched mind torment 
 With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past, 
 And fresh delights of lusty youth forewaste ; 
 Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek, 
 And to be young again of Jove beseek !
 
 22 AGE. 
 
 Crook-backed he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, 
 Went on three feet and sometime crept on four, 
 With old lame bones that rattled by his side : 
 His scalp all piled, and he with eld forelore, 
 His wither 'd fist still knocking at death's door ; 
 Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath ; 
 For brief, the shape and messenger of death. 
 
 Sackinlle. 
 
 So mayest thou live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop 
 
 Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease 
 
 Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature. 
 
 This is old age, but then thou must outlive 
 
 Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change 
 
 To withered, weak, and grey. Milton. 
 
 O my coevals ! remnants of yourselves ! 
 
 Poor human ruins, tottering o'er the grave ! 
 
 Shall we, shall aged men, like aged trees, 
 
 Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, 
 
 Still more enamoured of this wretched soil ? 
 
 Shall our pale, withered hands be still stretched out, 
 
 Trembling at once with eagerness and age? 
 
 With avarice and convulsions griping hard ? 
 
 Grasping at air! For what has earth beside? 
 
 Man wants but little, nor that little long : 
 
 How soon must he resign his very dust, 
 
 Which frugal nature lent him for an hour! Young. 
 
 Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat 
 
 Defects of judgment, and the will subdue; 
 
 Walk thoughtful on the silent solemn shore 
 
 Of that vast ocean it must sail so soon; 
 
 And put good works on board ; and wait the wind 
 
 That shortly blows us into worlds unknown. Young. 
 
 But were death frightful, what has age to fear? 
 If prudent, age should meet the friendly foe, 
 And shelter in his hospitable gloom. 
 
 Young.
 
 AGE. 23 
 
 The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er, 
 
 So calm are we, when passions are no more ! 
 
 For then we know how vain it was to boast 
 
 Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. 
 
 Clouds of affection from our youthful eyes 
 
 Conceal the emptiness which age descries : 
 
 The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, 
 
 Lets in new lights through chinks that time has made. 
 
 Stronger by weakness, wiser men become 
 
 As they draw near to their eternal home ; 
 
 Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, 
 
 That stand upon the threshold of the new. 
 
 Waller. 
 
 The fruits of age, less fair, are yet more sound 
 Than those a brighter season pours around; 
 And, like the stores autumnal suns mature, 
 Through wintry regions unimpaired endure. Cowper. 
 
 Age, by long experience well informed, 
 
 Well read, well tempered, with religion warmed, 
 
 That fire abated which impels rash youth, 
 
 Proud of his speed, to overshoot the truth, 
 
 As time improves the grape's authentic juice, 
 
 Mellows and makes the speech more fit for use, 
 
 And claims a reverence, in his shortening day, 
 
 That 't is an honour and a joy to pay. Cowper, 
 
 How pure 
 
 The grace, the gentleness of virtuous age ! 
 Though solemn, not austere ; though wisely dead 
 To passion, and the wildering dreams of hope, 
 Not unalive to tenderness and truth, 
 The good old man is honoured and revered, 
 And breathes upon the- young-limbed race around 
 A grey and venerable charm of years. 
 
 Robert Montgomery, 
 
 Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way, 
 
 The land of joy lies all before his eyes ; 
 Age, stumbling, lingers slower day by day, 
 
 Still looking back, for it behind him lies. 
 
 Frances Ann Kenible,
 
 24 AGE. 
 
 Oil! Youth is firmly bound to earth, 
 
 When hope beams on each comrade's glance: 
 His bosom-chords are tuned to mirth, 
 
 Like harp-strings in the cheerful dance; 
 But Age has felt those ties unbound, 
 Which fixed him to that spot of ground 
 
 Where all his household comforts lay ; 
 He feels his freezing heart grow cold, 
 He thinks of kindred in the mould, 
 And cries, amid his grief untold, 
 
 "I would not live alway." William Knox. 
 
 He passeth calmly from that sunny morn, 
 Where all the buds of youth are newly born, 
 Through varying intervals of onward years, 
 Until the eve of his decline appears; 
 And while the shadows round his path descend, 
 And down the vale of age his footsteps tend, 
 Peace o'er his bosorn sheds her soft control, 
 And throngs of gentlest memories charm the soul; 
 Then, weaned from earth, he turns his steadfast eye 
 Beyond the grave, whose verge he falters nigh, 
 Surveys the brightening regions of the blest, 
 And, like a wearied pilgrim, sinks to rest. 
 
 Will in G. Clark. 
 
 The aged Christian stand* upon the shore 
 
 Of Time, a storehouse of experience, 
 Filled with the treasures of rich heavenly lore; 
 
 I love to sit and hear him draw from thence 
 Sweet recollections of his journey past, 
 A journey crowned with blessings to the last. 
 
 Mrs. St. I.i'U 
 
 Why should old age escape unnoticed here, 
 
 That sacred era to reflection dear; 
 
 That peaceful shore where passion dies away, 
 
 Like the last wave that ripples o'er the bay ; 
 
 O, if old age were cancelled from our lot, 
 
 Full soon would man deplore the unhallowed blot; 
 
 Life's busy day would want its tranquil even, 
 
 And earth would lose her stepping-stone to Heaven. 
 
 Caroline Oilman.
 
 ALMIGHTY. 25 
 
 ALMIGHTY. 
 
 I All the Almighty God. Genesis, xvii. 1. 
 
 If thou return to the Almighty, thou shalt be built up, thon shalt 
 put away iniquity far from thy tabernacles. 
 
 Yea, the Almighty shall be thy defence, and thou shalt have plenty 
 of silver. 
 
 For then shalt thou have thy delight in the Almighty, and shalt 
 lift up thy face unto God. Job, xxii. 23, 25, 26. 
 
 And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the 
 noise of great waters, as the voice of the Almighty. Ezekiel, i. 24. 
 
 THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good ; 
 
 Almighty ! this thy universal frame, 
 
 Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then; 
 
 Unspeakable! who sitt'st above the heavens, 
 
 To us invisible, or dimly seen 
 
 In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare 
 
 Thy goodness beyond thought and power divine. 
 
 Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sous of light, 
 
 Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs 
 
 And choral symphonies, day without night, 
 
 Circle his throne rejoicing: ye in heaven, 
 
 On earth join all ye creatures to extol 
 
 Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 What though th' Almighty's regal throne 
 High o'er yon azure heaven's exalted dome, 
 By mortal eye unkenned ; where east, nor west, 
 Nor south, nor blustering north has breath to blow : 
 Albeit he then with angels and with saints 
 Holds conference, and to his radiant host 
 E'en face to face, stands visibly confest ; 
 Yet know that not in presence nor in power, 
 Shines he less perfect here : 'tis man's dim eye 
 That makes the obscurity. Christopher Stuart. 
 
 Tell me, hast ever thought upon the Being 
 
 Whom we Almijhty call? Hast ever sent 
 
 Thy prayerful thoughts unto His holy throne? 
 
 And felt His power, and trembled at the thought? 
 
 If not, I cannot call thee man ! thou art 
 
 A stone, a clod, a dull insensate thing. Old Play.
 
 26 ALMIGHTY. 
 
 Almighty Father, gracious Lord, 
 
 Kind guardian of my days, 
 Thy mercies let my heart record 
 
 In songs of grateful praise. 
 
 In life's first dawn, my tender frame, 
 
 Was thy indulgent care, 
 Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 
 
 Or breathe the infant prayer. 
 
 Each rolling year new favours brought 
 
 From thy exhaustless store ; 
 But ah ! in vain my lab'ring thought, 
 
 Would count thy mercies o'er. 
 
 While sweet reflection, through my days, 
 
 Thy bounteous hand would trace ; 
 Still dearer blessings claim my praise, 
 
 The blessings of thy grace. Steele 
 
 Almighty Father of mankind, 
 
 On thee my hopes remain ; 
 And, when the day of trouble comes, 
 
 I shall not trust in vain. 
 
 Thou art our kind preserver, from 
 
 The cradle to the tomb, 
 And I was cast upon thy care, 
 
 E'en from my mother's womb. 
 
 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age 
 
 And evil days descend ; 
 Thou wilt not leave me in despair 
 
 To mourn my latter end. 
 
 Therefore in life I'll trust in thee, 
 
 In death I will adore ; 
 And after death will sing thy praise, 
 
 When time shall be no more. Loqan.
 
 AMBITION. 27 
 
 AMBITION. 
 
 A HIGH look, and a proud heart, and the ploughing of the wicked 
 is sin. Proverbs, xxi. 4. 
 
 Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy 
 nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the Lord. 
 Obadiah, 4. 
 
 Woe unto you Pharisees, for ye love the uppermost seats in the 
 synagogues, and greetings in the markets. Luke, xi. 43. 
 
 TWICE told the period spent on stubborn Troy, 
 Court favour, yet untaken, I besiege; 
 Ambition's ill-judged efforts to be rich. 
 Alas ! Ambition makes my little, less ; 
 Embittering the possessed : why wish for more ? 
 Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Young. 
 
 Woe to thee, wild Ambition ! I employ 
 
 Despair's low notes thy dread effects to tell ; 
 
 Born in high heaven, her peace thou could'st destroy ; 
 And but for thee, there had not been a hell. 
 
 Through the celestial domes thy clarion pealed; 
 
 Angels, entranced, beneath thy banners ranged, 
 And straight were fiends ; hurled from the shrinking field, 
 
 They waked in agony to wail the change. 
 
 Darting through all her veins the subtle fire, 
 
 The world's fair mistress first inhaled thy breath ; 
 
 To lot of higher beings learned to aspire ; 
 
 Dared to attempt, and doomed the world to death. 
 
 Maria A. Broolcs. 
 
 The sons of earth 
 
 Who, vexed with vain disquietude, pursue 
 Ambition 's fatuous light through miry pools, 
 That yawn for their destruction, stray, foredoomed, 
 Amid delusive shadows to their end. 
 
 William Herbert. 
 
 Ambition, when the pinnacle is gained 
 With many a toilsome step, the power it sought 
 Wants to support itself, and sighs to find 
 The envied height but aggravates the fall. 
 
 George Bally.
 
 28 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 AND he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the 
 top of it reached to Heaven : and behold the angels of God ascending 
 and descending on it. Genesis, xxviii. 12. 
 
 The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, 
 and delivereth them. Psalm xxxiv. 7. 
 
 For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all 
 thy ways. 
 
 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against 
 a stone. Psahn xci. 11, 12. 
 
 Then the devil leaveth Him, and behold, angels came and ministered 
 unto Him. Matthew, iv. 11. 
 
 Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and He shall 
 presently give me more than twelve legions of angels. Matthew, 
 xxvi. 53. 
 
 There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner 
 that repenteth. Luke, xv. 10. 
 
 Verily, verily, I say unto you, hereafter ye shall see Heaven open, 
 and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of 
 Man. John, i. 61. 
 
 And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about 
 the throne, and the beasts and the elders : and the number of them 
 was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; 
 Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to 
 receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, 
 and glory, and blessing. Revelations, v. 11, 12. 
 
 And I saw another angel fly in the midst of Heaven, having the 
 everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth. 
 Revelations, xiv. 6. 
 
 AND is there care in. heaven P and is there love 
 In heavenly spirits to the creatures base, 
 That may compassion of their evils move ? 
 There is ; else much more wretched were the case 
 Of men than beasts. But O ! th' exceeding grace 
 Of highest God that loves his creatures so, 
 And all his works with mercy doth embrace, 
 That blessed angels he sends to and fro, 
 To serve to wicked men, to serve his wicked foe. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 The multitude of angels, with a shout 
 Loud as from numbers without number, sweet 
 As from blest voices uttering joy, Heaven rung 
 With jubilee, and loud Hosannas filled 
 The eternal regions : lowly reverent 
 Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground, 
 With solemn adoration down they cast 
 Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold. Milton.
 
 ANGEI.S 29 
 
 Angels are men of a superior kind ; 
 
 Angels are men in lighter habit clad, 
 
 High o'er celestial mountains winged in flight ; 
 
 And men are angels loaded for an hour, 
 
 Who wade the miry vale, and climb with pain, 
 
 And slippery step, the bottom of the steep. 
 
 Angels their failings, mortals have their praise ; 
 
 While here, of corps ethereal, such enrolled, 
 
 And summoned to the glorious standard soon, 
 
 Which flames eternal crimson through the skies. 
 
 Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin, 
 
 Yet absent but not absent from their love. 
 
 Michael has fought our battles ; Raphael sung 
 
 Our triumphs ; Gabriel on our errands flown, 
 
 Sent by the Sovereign ; and are these, O man ! 
 
 Thy friends and warm allies, and thou (shame burn 
 
 Thy cheek to cinder !) rival to the brutes ! Young. 
 
 These are the haunts of meditation, these 
 
 The scenes where ancient bards the inspiring breath, 
 
 Ecstatic felt : and, from this world retired, 
 
 Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, 
 
 On gracious errands bent : to save the fall 
 
 Of virtue, struggling on the brink of vice ; 
 
 In waking whispers, and repeated dreams ; 
 
 To hint pure thought, and warn the favoured soul, 
 
 For future trials fated, to prepare. Thomson. 
 
 They are God's minist'ring spirits, and are sent, 
 His messengers of mercy, to fulfil 
 
 Good for salvation's heirs. For us they still 
 
 Grieve when we sin, rejoice when we repent : . 
 
 And on the last dread day they shall present 
 The severed righteous at His holy hill, 
 With them God's face to see, to do His will, 
 
 And bear with them His likeness. Was it meant, 
 
 That we this knowledge should in secret seal, 
 Unthought of, unimproving ? Rather say, 
 God deigned to man His angel hosts reveal, 
 
 That man might learn, like angels, to obey ; 
 
 And those who long their bliss in Heaven to feel, 
 Might strive on earth to serve him ev'n as they. 
 
 Bp. Want.
 
 When by a good man's grave I muse alone, 
 
 M ethinks an angel sits upon the stone ; 
 
 Like those of old on that thrice-hallowed night, 
 
 Who sate and watched in heavenly raiment bright ; 
 
 And with a voice inspiring joy, not fear, 
 
 Said, pointing upward, that he is not here, 
 
 That he is risen ! Samuel Rogers. 
 
 Elysian race ! while o'er their slumbering flocks 
 The Galilean shepherds watched, ye came 
 To sing hosannas to the heaven-born Babe, 
 And shed the brightness of your beauty round : 
 Nor have ye left the world, but still, unseen, 
 Surround the earth, as guardians of the good, 
 Inspiring souls, and leading them to heaven ; 
 And oh ! when shadows of the state unknown 
 Advance, and life endures the grasp of death, 
 'T is yours to hallow and illume the mind, 
 The starry wreath to bring, by angels worn, 
 And crown the spirit for her native sphere. 
 
 Robert Montgomery. 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
 Lo ! the angelic, host rejoices, 
 
 Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 
 Listen to the wond'rous story, 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of joy : 
 "Glory in the highest, glory ! 
 
 Glory be to God most high ! 
 Peace on earth, good will from heaven, 
 
 Beaching far as man is found ; 
 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven : 
 
 Loud our golden harps shall sound !" 
 
 Caivood. 
 "Many in this world of cares," 
 
 Truly hath the poet said, 
 "Sit with angels unawares ;" 
 
 Round our path, and round our bed, 
 Angels ever watch and wait, 
 Striving still to turn our steps unto heaven's gate. 
 
 Anon.
 
 31 
 
 ANGEE. 
 
 LORD, rebuke me not in thine anyei; neither chasten me in thy 
 hot displeasure. Psalm vi. 1. 
 
 A wrathful man stirreth up strife; but he that is slow to anger 
 ftppeascth strife. Proverbs, xv. 18. 
 
 Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry; for anger resteth in the bosom 
 of fools. Ecclesiastes, vii. 9. 
 
 Be ye angry, and sin not : let not the sun go down upon your wrath. 
 Ephcsians, iv. 26. 
 
 THE anger of the Lord ? Oh, dreadful thought ! 
 
 How can a creature frail as man endure 
 
 The tempest of His wrath? Ah, whither flee 
 
 To 'scape the punishment he well deserves ? 
 
 Flee to the cross ! the great atonement there 
 
 "Will shield the sinner, if he supplicate 
 
 For pardon with repentance true and deep, 
 
 And faith that questions not. Then will the frown 
 
 Of anger pass from off the face of God, 
 
 Like a black tempest-cloud that hides the sun. 
 
 Anon. 
 
 The golden sun is going down, 
 
 Or melting in the west away : 
 Where are the clouds that seem'd to frown 
 
 So darkly on the rising day ? 
 Molten is every gloomy fold, 
 In yonder sea of liquid gold. 
 
 The winds, at morn so rude and hoarse, 
 
 Make music for an angel's ear ; 
 The sun, beclouded in his course, 
 
 Beholds the heavens, at evening; clear, 
 And now doth with the tempest's wreck 
 His glorious pavilion deck. 
 
 Lord, sure thy countenance is here; 
 
 Thy spirit all the vale informs: 
 "Whatever, in this inward sphere, 
 
 Remains to tell of angry storms, 
 Oh! let it melt away, and leave 
 No cloud to darken life's calm eve ! 
 
 Joseph Gostick.
 
 32 
 
 Angry words are likely spoken 
 
 In a rash and thoughtless hour; 
 Brightest links of life are broken, 
 
 By their deep insidious power. 
 Hearts inspired by warmest feeling, 
 
 Ne'er before by anger stirred, 
 Oft are rent past human healing, 
 
 By a single angry word. 
 
 Poison drops of care and sorrow, 
 
 Bitter poison drops are they, 
 Weaving for the coming morrow, 
 
 Saddest memories of to-day. 
 Angry words! oh, let them never 
 
 From thy tongue unbridled slip : 
 ]\Iay the heart's best impulse ever, 
 
 Check them ere they soil the lip. 
 
 Love is much too pure and holy, 
 
 Friendship is too sacred far, 
 For a moment's reckless folly 
 
 Thus to desolate and mar. 
 Angry words are lightly spoken ; 
 
 Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred ; 
 Brightest links of life are broken, 
 
 By a single angry word. J. Middleton. 
 
 Angry looks can do no good, 
 
 And blows are dealt in blindness, 
 Words are better understood, 
 
 If spoken but in kindness. 
 
 Simple love far more hath wrought, 
 
 Although by childhood muttered, 
 Then all the battles ever fought, 
 
 Or oaths that men have uttered. 
 
 Foolish things are frowns and sneers, 
 
 Angry thoughts revealing; 
 Better far to drown in tears, 
 
 Harsh and angry feeling. 
 
 J.
 
 APOSTLES. 33 
 
 APOSTLES. 
 
 HE called unto Him His disciples, and of them He chose Twelve, 
 whom also He named Apostles. Luke, vi. 13. 
 
 And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the 
 gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be 
 saved, but he that believeth not shall be damned. Mark, xvi. 15, 16. 
 
 Ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judea, 
 and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth. Acts, 
 i. 8. 
 
 By the hands of the Apostles were many signs and wonders wrought 
 among the people. Acts, v. 12. 
 
 And He gave some, apostles ; and some, prophets ; and some, evan- 
 gelists ; and some, pastors and teachers. Ephesians, iv. 11. 
 
 And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the 
 names of the twelve Apostles of the Lamb. Revelations, xxi. 14. 
 
 BUT all his mind is bent to holiness, 
 
 His champions are the prophets and apostles. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 When because faith is in too low degree, 
 I thought it some apostleship in me, 
 To speak things which by faith alone I see. 
 
 Donne. 
 
 For them the fullness of His might is shown, 
 O'erleaping the strong bounds of Nature's law ; 
 Grim death for them contracts his hasty stride, 
 And checks his dart, e'en in the act to strike ; 
 His horrid messengers, disease and pain, 
 Loose their remorseless grasp unwillingly, 
 And leave their prey to ease and thankfulness ; 
 For them bright wisdom opens all her stores, 
 Her golden treasures spreading to their view, 
 Whilst Inspiration's all enlivening light 
 Hangs hovering o'er their heads in glittering blaze; 
 Warmed by the ray, they pour the sacred strain 
 In eloquence seraphic. Charles Jenner. 
 
 Oh ! who shall dare in this frail scene, 
 On holiest, happiest thoughts to lean, 
 
 On friendship, kindred, or on love ? 
 Since not Apostles' hands can clasp 
 Each other in so firm a grasp, 
 
 But they shall change, and variance prove.
 
 34 APOSTLES. 
 
 Yet deem not on such parting sad, 
 Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad ; 
 
 Divided in this earthly race, 
 Together at the glorious goal, 
 Each leading many a rescued soul, 
 
 The faithful champions shall embrace. 
 
 Sit down, and take thy fill of joy 
 At God's right hand a bidden guest, 
 
 Drink of the cup that cannot cloy, 
 Eat of the bread that cannot waste. 
 
 O great Apostle rightly now 
 
 Thou readest all thy Saviour meant, 
 
 What time his grave, yet gentle brow, 
 
 In sweet reproof on thee was bent. Keble. 
 
 Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold, 
 
 Which sought, Salome, for thy favoured twain 
 
 Above their fellows, in Messiah's reign 
 On right, on left, the foremost place to hold. 
 More rash, perhaps, and bolder, that which told 
 
 Of power the Saviour's bitter cup to drain, 
 And. passing stretch of human strength, sustain 
 His bath baptismal. Lord, by Thee enrolled 
 Thy servant, grant me Thy Almighty grace, 
 
 My destined portion of Thy griefs to bear, 
 Ev'n what Thou wilt ! But chiefly grant, Thy face 
 
 Within Thy glory's realm to see, whene'er 
 Most meet Thy wisdom deems ; whate'er the place, 
 
 It must be blest, for Thou, my God, art there. 
 
 Bp. Mant. 
 
 Thy eloquence, O Paul, thy matchless tongue, 
 With strong persuasion, as with magic's voice, 
 From heathen darkness to the paths of light 
 Led the benighted wanderers, who, like thee, 
 Through superstition's gloomy mazes strayed, 
 Till, Heaven's effulgence bursting on the view, 
 To thy astonished and enraptured sight 
 Revealed the glories of unfading day. 
 
 William Holland.
 
 APOSTLES. 35 
 
 Whose is that sword that voice and eye of flame, 
 
 That heart of unextinguishable ire ? 
 
 Who bears the dungeon-keys ; and bonds, and fire ? 
 Along his dark and withering path he came 
 Death in his looks, and terror in his name, 
 
 Tempting the might of heaven's Eternal Sire. 
 
 Lo, the Light shone ! the sun's veiled beams expire 
 A Saviour's self a Saviour's lips proclaim ! 
 Whose is yon form stretched on the earth's cold bed, 
 
 With smitten soul, and tears of agony, 
 Mourning the past? Bowed is the lofty head 
 
 Rayless the orbs that flushed with victory. 
 Over the raging waves of human will 
 The Saviour's spirit walked and all was still ! 
 
 Roscoe. 
 'T is pitiful 
 
 To court a grin when you should woo a soul ; 
 To break a jest, when pity would inspire 
 Pathetic exhortation ; and to address 
 The skittish fancy with facetious tales, 
 When sent with God's commission to the heart ! 
 So did not Paul. Direct me to a quip 
 Or merry turn in all he ever wrote, 
 And I consent you take it for your text, 
 Your only one, till sides and benches fail. 
 No, he was serious in a serious cause, 
 And understood too well the mighty terms 
 That he had taken in charge. He would not stoop 
 To conquer those by jocular exploits, 
 Whom truth and soberness assailed in vain. 
 
 Cowjper. 
 
 I think that look of Christ might seem to say ; 
 'Thou Peter, art thou then a common stone, 
 Which I at last must break my head upon, 
 For all God's charge to His high angels, may 
 Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday 
 Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run 
 Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun, 
 And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?' 
 The cock crows coldly. 'Go, and manifest 
 A late contrition, but no bootless fear ! 
 For when the deathly need is bitterest,
 
 36 APOSTLES. 
 
 Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here 
 My voice, to God and angels, shall attest, 
 Because I knew this man, let him be clear.' 
 
 Miss Barrett. 
 
 With sudden burst, 
 
 A rushing noise, through all the sacred band 
 Silence profound, and fixed attention claimed. 
 A chilling terror crept through every heart, 
 Mute was each tongue, and pale was every face. 
 The rough roar ceased ; when, borne on fiery wings, 
 The dazzling emanation from above 
 In brightest vision round each sacred head 
 Diffused its vivid beams : mysterious light ! 
 That rushed impetuous through th' awaking mind, 
 Whilst new ideas filled th' impassive soul, 
 Fast crowding in, with sweetest violence. 
 'T was then amazed, they caught the glorious flame ; 
 Spontaneous flowed their all-persuasive words, 
 Warm from the heart, and to the heart addressed. 
 
 Charles Jenner. 
 
 A Caesar's title less my envy moves, 
 Than to be styled the man whom Jesus loves ; 
 What charms, what beauties in his face did shine, 
 Reflected ever from the face divine ! Wesley. 
 
 Ye hallowed martyrs, who with fervent zeal, 
 
 And more than mortal courage, greatly dared 
 
 To preach the name of Jesus ; ye, who stood 
 
 The undaunted champions of eternal truth, 
 
 Though maddened priests conspired, though princes 
 
 frowned, 
 
 And persecution, with ingenious rage, 
 Prepared ten thousand torments. William Holland. 
 
 These, O Lord, 
 
 Were all Thy scanty followers ; by Thee 
 First called, first rescued from a world of woe, 
 To spread salvation into distant climes ! 
 And tell the meanest habitant of earth 
 "Glad tidings of great joy." Madan.
 
 ASCENSION. 37 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 LIFT tip your heads, ye gates, even lift them up, ye everlasting 
 doors, and the King of glory shall come in. 
 
 Who is this King of glory? The Lord of Hosts, He ii the King 
 of glory. Psalm xxiv. 9, 10. 
 
 Thou hast ascended on high, thou hast led captivity captive ; thou 
 hast received gifts for men ; yea, for the rebellious also, that the 
 Lord God might dwell among them. Psalm Ixviii. 18. 
 
 While they beheld, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him 
 out of their sight. 
 
 And while they looked steadfastly toward Heaven, as He went up, 
 behold two men stood by them in white apparel; 
 
 Which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into 
 Heaven ? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into Heaven, 
 shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into Heaven. 
 Acts, i. 9, 10, 11. 
 
 Now that he ascended, what is it but that he also descended first 
 into the lower parts of the earth? 
 
 He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above 
 all heavens, that he might fill all things. Bphesians, iv. 9, 10. 
 
 LIFT up your heads, ye everlasting gates, 
 And give the King of glory to come in; 
 Who is the King of glory? He who left 
 His throne of glory for the pang of death ; 
 Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, 
 And give the King of glory to come in ; 
 Who is the King of glory ? He who slew 
 The ravenous foe that gorged all human race! 
 The King of glory, He whose glory filled 
 Heaven with amazement at His love to man, 
 And with divine complacency beheld 
 Powers most illumined wildered in the theme. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye gates, and O prepare, 
 Ye living orbs, your everlasting doors, 
 The King of glory comes ! 
 
 What King of glory ? He, whose puissant might 
 Subdued Abaddon, and the infernal powers 
 Of darkness bound in adamantine chains : 
 Who, wrapt in glory, with the Father reigns, 
 Omnipotent, immortal, infinite ! 
 
 James Scott.
 
 38 ASCENSION. 
 
 Majestical He rose 
 
 Upborne, and steered a flight of gentlest wing 
 His native Heaven to gain ; whilst from their eye, 
 That to its centre fixed, in mute survey 
 Pursued the ascending glory, a bright cloud, 
 Of bidden access, his latest presence caught: 
 By angel forms supported, who in song, 
 Not unperceived, and choral symphony, 
 Through Heaven's wide empyrean loud rejoiced. 
 
 Thomas Hughes. 
 
 Now, O my soul, 
 
 On the blest summit light a holy flame! 
 From the last foot-print of the Prince of Peace, 
 The conqueror of death, let incense rise, 
 And enter Heaven with thine ascending Lord ! 
 Shake off the chains, and all the dust of earth ! 
 Go up and breathe in the sweet atmosphere 
 His presence purified, as He arose ! 
 
 Hannah F. Gould. 
 
 Oh ! what a night was that which wrapt 
 
 The heathen world in gloom : 
 Oh ! what a sun that broke this day 
 
 Triumphant from the tomb ! 
 
 Jesus, the friend of human kind, 
 
 With strong compassion moved, 
 Descended, like a pitying God, 
 
 To save the souls He loved. 
 
 The powers of darkness leagued in vain 
 
 To bind His soul in death ; 
 He shook their kingdom, when He fell, 
 
 With His expiring breath. 
 
 And now His conquering chariot wheels 
 
 Ascend the lofty skies ; 
 While broke beneath His powerful cross, 
 
 Death's iron sceptre lies. 
 
 Mrs. Barbauld.
 
 ATHEISM. 39 
 
 ATHEISM. 
 
 THE wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek 
 after God : God is not in all his thoughts. Psalm x. 4. 
 
 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Psalm xiv. 1. 
 
 And they say, How doth God know ; and is there knowledge in the 
 Most High? Psalm Ixxiii. 11. 
 
 Is not God in the height of Heaven: 1 and behold the height of the 
 stars, how high they are! 
 
 And thon sayest, How doth God know? can he judge through the 
 dark cloud ? Job, xxii. 12. 13. 
 
 For this they willingly are ignorant of, that by the word of God 
 the heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of the water, 
 and in the water. II. Peter, iii. 5. 
 
 Having no hope, and without God in the world. Ephesians, ii. 12. 
 
 "THERE is no God," the fool in secret said : 
 
 "There is no God that rules or earth or sky." 
 
 Tear off the band that binds the wretch's head, 
 
 That God may burst upon his faithless eye ! 
 
 Is there no God? The stars in myriads spread, 
 
 If he look up, the blasphemy deny ; 
 
 While his own features, in the mirror read, 
 
 Reflect the image of Divinity. 
 
 Is there no God ? The stream that silver flows, 
 
 The air he breathes, the ground he treads, the trees, 
 
 The flowers, the grass, the sands, each wind that blows, 
 
 All speak of God ; throughout, one voice agrees, 
 
 And, eloquent, His dread existence shows : 
 
 Blind to thyself, ah, see him, fool, in these ! 
 
 Giovanni Cotta. 
 
 Hardening by degrees, till double steel'd, 
 
 Take leave of Nature's God, and God reveal'd 
 
 Then laugh at all you trembled at before ; 
 
 And joining the freethinker's brutal war, 
 
 Swallow the two grand nostrums they dispense 
 
 That Scripture lies, and blasphemy is sense ; 
 
 If clemency, revolted by abuse 
 
 Be damnable, then damn'd without excuse. Cowper. 
 
 These are they 
 
 That strove to pull Jehovah from His throne, 
 And in the place of Heaven's Eternal King, 
 Set up the phantom Chance. Glynn.
 
 4O ATHEISM. 
 
 The owlet Atheism, 
 
 Sailing on obscene wings across the noon, 
 Drops his blue-fringed lids, and shuts them close, 
 And, hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, 
 Cries out, "Where is it?" Coleridge. 
 
 They eat 
 
 Their daily bread, and draw the breath of Heaven 
 Without or thought or thanks ; Heaven's roof, to them, 
 Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, 
 No more, that lights them to their purposes. 
 They wander loose about ; they nothing see, 
 Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, 
 Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save. 
 So on their dissolute spirits, soon or late, 
 Destruction cometh, like an armed man, 
 Or like a dream of murder in the night, 
 Withering their mortal faculties, and breaking 
 The bones of all their pride. Charles Lamb. 
 
 No God ! Who warms the heart to heave 
 
 With, thousand feelings, soft and sweet, 
 And prompts the aspiring soul to leave 
 
 The earth we tread beneath our feet, 
 
 And soar away on pinions fleet, 
 Beyond the scene of mortal strife, 
 
 With fair ethereal forms to meet, 
 That tell us of an after life? William Knox. 
 
 "There is no God," the foolish saith 
 
 But none, "there is no sorrow :" 
 And Nature oft the cry of Faith 
 
 In bitter need will borrow. 
 Eyes which the preacher could not school, 
 
 By way-side graves are raised ; 
 And lips say "God be pitiful," 
 
 That ne'er said, "God be praised." 
 
 Miss Barrett. 
 
 An Atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange, 
 
 For Deity offended. Burns.
 
 ATONEMENT. 41 
 
 ATONEMENT. 
 
 As he hath done this day, so the Lord hath commanded to do, to 
 make an atonement for you. Leviticus, viii. 34. 
 
 Wherewith shall I make the atonement, that ye may bless the inher- 
 itance of the Lord? II. Samuel, xxi. 3. 
 
 We also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have 
 now received the atonement. Romans, v. 11. 
 
 Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his 
 blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are 
 past. Romans, iii. 25. 
 
 He is the propitiation for our sins ; and not for ours only, but for the 
 sins of the whole world. I. John, ii. 2. 
 
 Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we 
 being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness : by whose stripes ye 
 were healed. I. Peter, ii. 24. 
 
 So Man, as is most just, 
 Shall satisfy for man, be judged and die, 
 And dying, rise, and rising, with Him raise 
 His brethren, ransomed with His own dear life. 
 ****** 
 
 Nor can this be, 
 
 But by fulfilling that which Thou didst want, 
 Obedience to the law of God, imposed 
 On penalty of death, and suffering death, 
 The penalty to Thy transgression due : 
 So only can high justice rest appaid. Milton. 
 
 'T is nothing thou hast given ; then add thy tears 
 For a long race of unrepenting years ; 
 'T is nothing yet, yet all thou hast to give ; 
 Then add those may-be years thou hast to live ; 
 Yet nothing still ; then poor and naked come ; 
 Thy Father will receive his unthrift home, 
 And thy blest Saviour's blood discharge the mighty sum. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Look humbly upward, see His will disclose 
 The forfeit first, and then the fine impose ; 
 A mulct thy poverty could never pay, 
 Had not eternal wisdom found the way, 
 And with celestial wealth supplied thy store ; 
 His justice makes the fine, His mercy quits the score. 
 See God descending in the human frame ; 
 The offended suffering in the offender's name : 
 All thy misdeeds to Him imputed see, 
 And all his righteousness devolved on thee. Dryden.
 
 42 ATONEMENT. 
 
 Thou, rather than thy justice should be stained, 
 Did stain the cross. 
 
 ****** 
 O, what a groan was there ! a groan not His. 
 He seized our dreadful right ; the load sustained, 
 And heaved the mountain from a guilty world. 
 
 Young. 
 
 What needs my blood, since thine will do, 
 
 To pay the debt to justice due P 
 
 O, tender mercy's art divine ! 
 
 Thy sorrow proves the cure of mine ! 
 
 Thy dropping wounds, thy woeful smart, 
 
 Allay the bleedings of my heart : 
 
 Thy death, in death's extreme of pain, 
 
 [Restores my soul to life again ! Parnell. 
 
 The Son of God 
 
 Only begotten, and well-beloved, between 
 Men and His Father's justice interposed ; 
 Put human nature on, His wrath sustained, 
 And in their name suffered, obeyed, and died ; 
 Making His soul an offering for sin, 
 Just for unjust, and innocence for guilt. 
 
 ****** 
 Thus Truth with Mercy met, and Righteousness, 
 Stooping from highest heaven, embraced fair Peace, 
 That walked the earth in fellowship and love. 
 
 PolloTc. 
 
 God's own son, unblemished victim, gave 
 Himself a sacrifice, and by His blood, 
 Upon the cross poured forth, washed out the stain 
 Of primal sin. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 And shall the sinful heart, alone, 
 Behold, unmoved, the atoning hour, 
 
 When Nature trembles on her throne, 
 And death resigns his iron power P 
 
 O, shall the heart, whose sinfulness 
 
 Gave keenness to His sore distress, 
 
 And added to His tears of blood 
 
 Refuse its trembling gratitude ? Whittier.
 
 ATONEMENT. 43 
 
 Jesus, thy name beyond all nature loud, 
 Peals like the trumpet of eternity, 
 Through all the chambers of responsive faith, 
 Making them echo with the name of Christ! 
 Nature was forfeit when the first man fell 
 To sin, and whatsoe'er ha nature lives, 
 In reason, morals, or in mind enacts 
 Dominion, from His vast atonement flows. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Advance, O hopeless mortal, steeled in guilt, 
 
 Behold, and if thou canst, forbear to melt! 
 
 Shall Jesus die, thy freedom to regain, 
 
 And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain? 
 
 Wilt thou refuse thy kind assent to give, 
 
 When, dying, He looks down to bid thee live? 
 
 Perverse, wilt thou reject the proffered good, 
 
 Bought with His life, and streaming in His blood ? 
 
 Whose virtue can thy deepest crimes efface, 
 
 He-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace ! 
 
 Can all the errors of thy life atone, 
 
 And raise thee from a rebel to a son. Boyse. 
 
 Lamb of God ! Our Priest and Pastor, 
 
 Who canst bid all evil cease, 
 Ever dear and holy Master, 
 
 Make our feeble love increase ! 
 So that when we seek Thee, owning 
 
 That Thy wrath is our deserts, 
 Thou, blest Lord, at whose atonement 
 
 All iniquity departs, 
 Mayest speak forth from Thine enthronement, 
 
 To our rent and wearied hearts, 
 
 "Sinner, go in peace!" C. D. Me Leod. 
 
 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
 All on earth and all in heaven 
 
 Join to praise Immanuel's name! 
 Hallelujah! 
 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! J. Evans.
 
 41 AVAEICE. 
 
 AVARICE. 
 
 SOME remove the landmarks ; they violently take away flocks, and 
 feed thereof. 
 
 They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow's 
 ox for a pledge. 
 
 They turn the needy out of the way ; the poor of the earth hide 
 themselves together. Job, xxiv. 2, 3, 4. 
 
 Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, 
 till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst 
 of the earth! Isaiah, v. 8. 
 
 Your gold and silver is cankered, and the rust of them shall be 
 a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye 
 have heaped treasure together for the last days. 
 
 Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your 
 fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth : and the cries of 
 them which have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of 
 Sabaoth. James, v. 3, 4. 
 
 FOE of his wicked pelf his god he made, 
 And unto hell himself for money sold : 
 Accursed usury was all his trade, 
 And right and wrong alike in equal balance weighed. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 If thou art rich, thou art poor; 
 For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, 
 Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, 
 And death unloads thee. Shakspere. 
 
 Woe to the worldly man, whose covetous 
 Ambition labours to join house to house ; 
 Lay field to field, till the enclosures edge 
 The plain, girdling a country with one hedge : 
 They leave no place unbought ; no piece of earth 
 Which they wUl not engross ; making a dearth 
 Of all inhabitants ; until they stand 
 Unneighboured as unblest within the land. 
 
 Bishop King. 
 
 Gold glitters most where virtue shines no more, 
 As stars from absent suns, have leave to shine. 
 
 Young. 
 
 O cursed lust of gold ! when for thy sake 
 The fool throws up his interest in both worlds ; 
 First starved in this, then damned in that to come. 
 
 Blair.
 
 AVAEICE. 45 
 
 Starve beside the chests, whose every corn 
 
 At the last day, shall in the court of Heaven 
 
 Witness against thee. Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 Avarice o'ershoots 
 
 Its destined mark ; and with abundance cursed, 
 In wealth, the ills of poverty endures. 
 
 George Bally. 
 The thirst for gold 
 
 Hath made men demons, till the heart that feels 
 The impulse of impartial love, nor kneels 
 In worship foul to Mammon, is contemned. 
 
 W. H. Burleigh. 
 
 But should my destiny be quest of wealth, 
 Kind Heaven, oh ! keep my tempted soul in health ! 
 And should'st thou bless my toil with ample store, 
 Keep back the madness that would seek for more ! 
 
 Thomas Ward. 
 
 Oh ! life misspent Oh ! foulest waste of time ! 
 No time has he his grovelling mind to store 
 With history's truths, or philosophic lore. 
 No charms for him has God's all-blooming earth 
 His only question this "What are they worth?" 
 Art, nature, wisdom, are no match for gain ; 
 And even religion bids him pause in vain. 
 
 Thomas Ward. 
 
 The miser comes, his heart to mammon sold 
 His life, his hope, his god, his all is gold. 
 "To-morrow, and to-morrow," he will say, 
 "Soul, take thine ease, for thou hast many a day 
 Whose smiling dawns will make thee to rejoice." 
 Hush ! Hark the echoes of that awful voice ! 
 "Thou fool ! This night yield up thy earthly trust !" 
 Gaze once again, his treasures are but dust. 
 
 B. D. Winslow. 
 
 Gold ! gold ! in all ages the curse of mankind, 
 Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind : 
 The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird, 
 And the mind be the slave of a look or a word. 
 To gain thee, men barter eternity's crown, 
 Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown. 
 
 Park Benjamin.
 
 46 
 
 AWAKE AEISE. 
 
 AWAKE up, my glory ; awake psaltery and harp ; I myself will awake 
 early. Psalm Ivii. 8. 
 
 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is 
 risen upon thee. 
 
 And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the bright- 
 ness of thy rising. Isaiah, lx. 1, :->. 
 
 Arise ye, and depart, for this is not your rest ; because it is pol- 
 luted. Micah, ii. 10. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun, 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 Walce, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear a part, 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praises to the eternal King. 
 
 Glory to God, who safe hath kept, 
 
 And hath refreshed me while I slept, 
 
 Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 
 I may of endless life partake. Kenn. 
 
 Awake cur souls, and bless his name, 
 
 Whose mercies never fail ; 
 Who opens wide a door of hope, 
 
 In Achor's gloomy vale. 
 
 Behold the portal wide displayed, 
 
 The buildings strong and fair ; 
 Within are pastures fresh and green, 
 
 And living streams are there. 
 
 Enter my soul with cheerful haste, 
 
 For Jesus is the door ; 
 Nor fear the serpent's wily arts, 
 
 Nor fear the lion's roar. 
 
 O may thy grace the nations lead, 
 
 And Jews and Gentiles come, 
 All travelling in one narrow path, 
 
 To one eternal home. Doddridge.
 
 AWAKE. 47 
 
 Arise, thou bright and morning star, 
 And send thy silvery beams afar ; 
 Dispel the shades of dreary night, 
 And let me hail the dawning light. 
 
 Blinded by sin I went astray, 
 And, wand'ring, left the heavenly way; 
 Dart forth thy soul-reviving rays, 
 And guide me all my future days. 
 
 With growing strength may I pursue 
 The course which heavenly wisdom drew, 
 Till I shall reach the blissful shore, 
 Where pilgrims rest, and stray no more. 
 
 Beddome. 
 
 Deathless principle arise ! 
 Soar thou native of the skies ! 
 Pearl of price by Jesus bought, 
 To his glorious likeness wrought ; 
 Go, to shine before his throne, 
 Deck his mediatorial crown, 
 Go, his triumphs to adorn, 
 Made for God, to God return. 
 
 See the haven full in view, 
 
 Love divine shall bear thee through ; 
 
 Trust to that propitious gale, 
 
 Weigh thy anchor, spread the sail, 
 
 Saints in glory perfect made, 
 
 Wait thy passage through the shade, 
 
 Ardent for thy coming o'er, 
 
 See they throng the distant shore ! 
 
 Mount, their transports to improve, 
 Join the longing choirs above, 
 Swiftly to their wish be given, 
 Kindle higher joys in heaven ! 
 Such the prospects that arise 
 To the dying Christian's eyes ! 
 Such the glorious vista, faith 
 Opens through the shades of death. 
 
 Toplady.
 
 48 AWE. 
 
 AWE. 
 
 STAND in awe and sin not ; commune with your own heart upon 
 your bed, and be still. Psalm iv. 4. 
 
 Princes have persecuted me without a cause : but my heart standeth 
 in awe of thy word. Psalm cxix. 161. 
 
 'T is dreadful ! 
 
 How reverend is the place of this tall pile, 
 
 Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, 
 
 To bear aloft the arched and pond'rous roof, 
 
 By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable ! 
 
 Looking tranquillity ; it strikes an awe 
 
 And terror to my aching sight. The tombs 
 
 And monumental caves of death look cold, 
 
 And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. 
 
 Congreve. 
 
 So in the faces of all these there grew, 
 As by one impulse, a dark, freezing awe, 
 Which, with a fearful fascination, drew 
 All eyes towards the altar ; damp and raw 
 The air grew suddenly, and no man knew 
 Whether perchance his silent neighbour saw 
 The dreadful thing, which all were sure would rise 
 To scare the strained lids wider from their eyes. 
 
 The incense trembled as it upward sent 
 Its slow, uncertain thread of wandering blue, 
 As 't were the only living element 
 In all the church, so deeply the stillness grew ; 
 It seemed one might have heard it, as it went, 
 Give out an audible rustle, curling through 
 The midnight silence of the awe-struck air, 
 More hushed than death, though no such life was there. 
 
 Jas. R. Lowell. 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 
 
 God descend in majesty, 
 
 To proclaim His holy law, 
 
 All my spirit sinks with awe. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 With sacred awe pronounce His name, 
 Whom words nor thoughts can reach. Needham.
 
 BAPTISM. 49- 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name 
 of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Matthew, 
 xxviii. 19. 
 
 One I/>nl, one Faith, one Baptism. Ephesians, iv. 5. 
 
 Buried Mith Him in Baptism, wherein also ye are risen vrith Him 
 through the faith of the operation of God, who hath raised Him from 
 the dead. Colossians, ii. 12. 
 
 The like figure whereunto, even Baptism doth also now save us. not 
 the putting away the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a good 
 conscience toward God. I. Peter, iii. 21. 
 
 THEN who shall believe 
 baptizing in the profluent stream, the sign 
 Of washing them from guilt of sin, to life 
 Pure, and in mind prepared, if so befal, 
 For death like that which the Eedeemer died. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Since Lord to Thee 
 A narrow way and little gate 
 Is all the passage ; on my infancy 
 Thou didst lay hold, and antedate 
 My faith in me. 
 
 O let me still 
 
 Write Thee, great God, and me, a child : 
 Let me be soft and supple to Thy will, 
 Small to myself, to others mild, 
 
 Be-hither ill. George Herbert. 
 
 Baptized as for the dead, He rose 
 
 With prayer from Jordan's hallowed flood: 
 Ere long by persecuting foes, 
 
 To be baptized in His own blood : 
 The Father's voice proclaimed the Son, 
 The Spirit witnessed ; these are one. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 Thus, made partakers of Thy love, 
 
 The Baptism of the Spirit ours, 
 Our grateful hearts shall rise above, 
 
 Renewed in purposes and powers ; 
 And songs of joy again shall ring 
 
 Triumphant through the arch of heaven ; 
 The glorious song which angels sing, 
 
 Exulting over souls forgiven ! IF. H. BurleigJi. 
 
 * E
 
 50 BAPTISM. 
 
 The heir of Heaven, henceforth I dread not Death! 
 In Christ I live, in Christ I draw the breath 
 Of the true life. Let Sea, and Earth, and Sky, 
 Wage war against me : on my front I show 
 The mighty Master's seal! In vain they try 
 To end my life, who can but end its woe. 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 Ere Christ ascended to his throne, 
 He issued forth his great command 
 
 Go preach the gospel to the world. 
 And spread my name to every land. 
 
 To men declare their sinful state, 
 
 The methods of my grace explain ; 
 He that believes, and is baptized, 
 
 Shall everlasting life obtain. 
 
 Dear Saviour, we thy will obey, 
 Not of constraint, but with delight ; 
 
 Hither thy servants come to-day, 
 To honour thine appointed rite. 
 
 Descend again, celestial Dove, 
 
 On these dear followers of the Lord ; 
 
 Exalted head of all the Church, 
 Thy promised aid to them afford. 
 
 Let faith, assisted now by signs, 
 The mysteries of thy love explore; 
 
 And washed, in thy redeeming blood, 
 Let them depart, and sin no more. 
 
 The cross of Christ ! The cross of Christ ! 
 
 While yet my days were few, 
 'T was traced upon my infant brow, 
 
 Fresh with life's morning dew; 
 In token that in after years, 
 
 Strong in its power and might, 
 I should beside Christ's followers stand, 
 
 Under His banners fight. Matilda F. Dana.
 
 BAPTIST, JOHN THE. 51 
 
 BAPTIST, JOHN THE. 
 
 IX those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness 
 of Judea. Matthew, iii. 1. 
 
 And it came to pass in those days, that Jesus came from Nazareth 
 of Galilee, and was baptized of John in Jordan. 
 
 And straightway coming up out of the water, he saw the Heavens 
 opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon Him : 
 
 And there came a voice from Heaven, saying, Thou art My Beloved 
 Son, in whom I am well pleased. Mark, i. 9, 10, 11. 
 
 I say unto you, among those that are born of women, there is not 
 a greater prophet than John the Baptist; but he that is least in the 
 kingdom of God is greater than he. Luke, vii. 28. 
 
 Now had the great Proclaimer, with a voice 
 More awful than the sound of trumpet, cried 
 Repentance, and Heaven's kingdom nigh at hand 
 To all baptized : to his great baptism flocked 
 With awe, the regions round, and with them came 
 From Nazareth, the Son of Joseph deemed, 
 To the flood Jordan, came as then obscure, 
 Unmarked, unknown : but him the Baptist soon 
 Descried, divinely warned ; and witness bore 
 As to his worthier, and would have resigned 
 To Him this heavenly office, nor was long 
 His witness unconfirmed ; on Him baptized 
 Heaven opened, and in likeness of a dove 
 The Spirit descended, while the Father's voice 
 From heaven pronouiiced Him His Beloved Son. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Well mayest thou tremble, Baptist ; well thy cheek, 
 Now flushed, now pale, thy labouring soul bespeak ! 
 'T is He, the Christ, by every bard foretold ! 
 Hear Him, ye nations, and ye Heavens behold ! 
 The Virgin-born, to bruise the Serpent's head, 
 The Paschal Lamb, to patient slaughter led, 
 The King of kings, to crush the gates of Hell, 
 Messiah, Shiloh, Jah, Emmanuel ! 
 See, o'er His head, soft sinking from above, 
 With hovering radiance hangs the mystic Dove : 
 Dread from the cloud Jehovah's voice is known, 
 "This is my Son, my own, my well-loved Son!" 
 
 C. H. Johnson.
 
 52 BAPTIST, JOHN THE. 
 
 Why crowd ye cities forth ? some reed to find, 
 Some vain reed trembling to the careless wind ? 
 Or throng ye here to view with doting eye, 
 Some chieftain stand in purple pageantry ? 
 Some dwell in kingly domes no silken form 
 Woos the stern wind and braves the mountain storm. 
 What rush ye there to seek ? some Prophet-seer ? 
 One mightier than the Prophets find ye here 
 The loftiest bard that waked the sacred lyre, 
 To him in rapture poured his lips of fire ; 
 Attuned to him the voice of Sion fell 
 Thy name, Elias, closed the mystic shell. 
 
 C. II. Johnson. 
 
 In Judah's rugged wilderness, 
 
 Where Jordan rolls his flood, 
 In manners strict, and rude of dress, 
 
 The holy Baptist stood. 
 
 And while upon the river's side, 
 
 The people thronged to hear, 
 "Repent," the sacred preacher cried, 
 
 "The heavenly kingdom's near." 
 
 Now Jesus to the stream descends ; 
 
 His feet the waters lave ; 
 And o'er his head, that humbly bends, 
 
 The Baptist pours the wave. 
 
 When, lo ! a heavenly form appears, 
 
 Descending as a dove ; 
 And wondrous sounds the assembly hears. 
 
 Proclaiming from above. 
 
 "This is my well-beloved Son, 
 
 On him my spirit rests ; 
 Now is his reign of grace begun, 
 
 Attend his high behests." 
 
 The sacred voice has reached our ear, 
 
 And still through distant lands 
 Shall sound, till all His name revere, 
 
 And honour His commands. T. Fletcher.
 
 BEAUTIFUL. 53 
 
 BEAUTIFUL. 
 
 ONE thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after ; that 
 I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to be- 
 hold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple. Psalm 
 xxvii. 4. 
 
 When thon with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest 
 his beauty to consume away like a moth. Psalm xxxix. 11. 
 
 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain : but a woman that feareth 
 the Lord, she shall be praised. Proverbs, xxxi. 30. 
 
 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men 
 to be exercised in it. 
 
 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time. Ecclesiastes, iii. 
 10, 11. 
 
 OH, what is Beauty's power? 
 
 It flourishes and dies ; 
 Will the cold earth its silence break, 
 To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek 
 Beneath its surface lies ? 
 Mute, mute is all, 
 O'er Beauty's fall ; 
 Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. 
 
 The most beloved on earth 
 
 Not long survives to-day; 
 So music past is obsolete, 
 And yet 't was sweet, 't was passing sweet, 
 But now 'tis gone away. 
 Thus does the shade 
 In evening fade, 
 When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid. 
 
 H K. White. 
 At Thy rebuke, the bloom 
 
 Of man's vain beauty flies ; 
 And grief shall, like a moth, consume 
 
 All that delights our eyes. J. Montgomery. 
 
 A sinful soul possessed of many gifts, 
 
 A spacious garden full of flowering weeds, 
 
 A glorious devil, large in heart and brain. 
 
 That did love beauty only, (beauty seen 
 
 In all varieties of mould and mind,) 
 
 And knowledge for its beauty ; or if good, 
 
 Good only for its beauty. Tennyson.
 
 54 BEAUTIFUL. 
 
 The beautiful, the beautiful .' 
 
 Where do we find it not ? 
 It is an all-pervading grace, 
 
 And lighteth every spot. 
 
 It sparkles on the ocean-wave 
 
 It glitters in the dew ; 
 We see it in the glorious sky, 
 
 And in the flow'ret's hue. 
 
 On mountain-top, in valley deep, 
 
 We find its presence there ; 
 The beautiful, the beautiful .' 
 
 It liveth every where. 
 
 The glories of the noontide-day, 
 
 The still and solemn night, 
 The changing seasons, all can bring 
 
 Their tribute of delight. 
 
 There 's beauty in the dancing beam 
 
 That brightens childhood's eye, 
 And in the Christian's parting glance, 
 
 Whose hope is fix'd on high. 
 
 And in the being whom our love 
 
 Hath chosen for its own, 
 How beautiful ! how beautiful ! 
 
 Is every look and tone. 
 
 'T was in that glance that God threw o'er 
 
 The young created earth, 
 When he pronounced it "very good," 
 
 The beautiful had birth. 
 
 Then who shall say this world is dull, 
 
 And all to sadness given, 
 While yet there lives on every side 
 
 The smile that came from heaven ? 
 
 If so much loveliness is sent 
 
 To grace our earthly home, 
 How beautiful how beautiful 
 
 Will be the world to come ! Anon.
 
 BELIEF. 55 
 
 BELIEF UNBELIEF. 
 
 If ye will not believe, surely ye shall not be established. Isaiah, vii. y. 
 Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief. Murk, ix. 24. 
 
 Let not your heart be troubled : ye beliere in God, believe also in me. 
 John, xiv. 1. 
 
 For what, if some did not brliece ? shall their unbelief make the faith 
 of God 'without effect? &od forbid. Bonians, lii. 3, 4. 
 
 God hath from the beginning chosen you to salvation, through sancti- 
 fication of the Spirit and belief of the truth. II. Thessalonians, ii. 13. 
 
 SUCH my belief. Oh, that thou would'st thy bold, 
 
 Infatuated, withering doubt discard! 
 
 The flower would be more sweet, the moon more fresh, 
 
 The sun more bright, the sky more blue, the night 
 
 (The natural season for deep thought) less dark: 
 
 Life's cares, and wan disease, would blessings be, 
 
 And death (annihilation's herald now) 
 
 The harbinger of everlasting bliss. 
 
 Dare then be wise. Dash down the subtle web, 
 
 Thy pride of intellect had round thee wove, 
 
 Despised into the dust ; believe in God ; 
 
 Obey His will ; and then thy rescued soul 
 
 Shall, on angelic pinions, wing its way 
 
 To heaven's bright realms of pure beatitude. 
 
 T. L. Merritt. 
 
 Believe and fear not ! In the blackest cloud 
 A sunbeam hides ; and from the deepest pang 
 Some hidden mercy may a God declare ! 
 
 R. Montgomery t 
 
 Since fools alone all things believe 
 
 In cloister hatch'd, or college, 
 Some, by believing nothing, think 
 
 They 're at the height of knowledge. 
 And yet to have no faith demands 
 
 More faith than is supposed, 
 For sceptics have their creed, of things 
 
 Incredibly composed. 
 Some truths above our reason, we 
 
 Heject not, but receive : 
 Against all reason, infidels 
 
 Unnumber'd lies believe. C. C. Colton.
 
 56 
 
 BELLS. 
 
 AND beneath upon the hem of it, thou slialt umko pomegranates <>f 
 blue, and of purple, and of scarlet, round about the hem thereof; and 
 bells of gold between them round about. 
 
 And it shall be upon Aaron to minister: anil his sound shall !>, 
 heard when he goeth in unto the holy place before the Lord, and when 
 he cometh out, that he die not. Exodus, xxviii. 33, 35. 
 
 In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses, Holiness 
 unto the Lord. Zechariah, xiv. 20. 
 
 WHAT a deep murmur on the night-air swells, 
 
 What a clear tone draws irresistibly 
 The goblet from my mouth. Ye hollow bells, 
 
 Proclaim ye Easter's dawn is drawing nigh ? 
 The word of hope in that sweet music ringing, 
 
 That once, when o'er his sepulchre did close 
 
 The shades of night, from angel lips arose, 
 Assurance of a covenant renew'd to mortals bringing. 
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 What in your mighty sweetness, do you seek, 
 
 Ye tones of Heaven, with me that dwell in dust ? 
 Seek elsewhere mortals flexible and weak. 
 
 I hear the message, but I cannot trust ; 
 Faith's chosen child is the miraculous. 
 
 I dare not strive those distant spheres to gain, 
 From whence these holy tidings came to us ; 
 
 And yet it seems that long-remembered strain, 
 
 In youth, recalls me back to life again. 
 The kiss of heavenly love upon me fell, 
 
 In the deep stillness of the sabbath calm, 
 The heartfelt fullness of the sabbath bell, 
 
 A prayer to my glad soul sufficient balm, 
 Beyond conception sweet ; a holy longing 
 
 Drove me to wander forth through wood and mead ; 
 And in the thousand tear-drops warmly thronging, 
 
 I felt a world grow up, mine own indeed. 
 The joyous sports of youth those tones revealing, 
 
 Of the spring feast once more the joy unfolds, 
 And recollection, fraught with childish feeling, 
 
 Me from the last dread step of all withholds. 
 Oh sound, sound on, thou sweet celestial strain, 
 The tears well forth, the earth hath me again. 
 
 Goethe's " Faust."
 
 BELLS. 57 
 
 List not those cries ! How strangely do they blend 
 
 With the sweet bells from yonder gothic tower, 
 
 Pealing athwart the water. Such the contrast 
 
 Of wild religious awe to earthly clamour, 
 
 For on the morrow, and the morrow's morrow, 
 
 At this still hour those bells will still peal on ; 
 
 But these harsh sinful cries, the moment's offspring, 
 
 Will with the moment pass to nought away, 
 
 They, and the passions, even as briefly raging ; 
 
 And, as the echo of those cries, borne far 
 
 Up the deep silvery Thames, there dies in air 
 
 In the dim distance, seeming well to blend 
 
 With the calm beauty of the hour, and heighten 
 
 The melody of silence ; so the thought 
 
 On this vain uproar shall in future years 
 
 Prove but a gentle memory ! since we shared 
 
 The cares it wooed to life, together. Archer Gurney. 
 
 Stop, O stop the passing bell ! 
 
 Painfully, too painfully, 
 It strikes against the heart, that knell, 
 I cannot bear its tones they tell 
 
 Of misery, of misery ! 
 All that soothed and sweetened life, 
 In the mother and the wife 
 All that would a charm have cast 
 O'er the future, as the past 
 All is torturing in that knell ! 
 Stop, O stop the passing bell ! 
 
 Stop it ! no but change the tone, 
 
 And joyfully, ah, joyfully, 
 Let the altered chimes ring on, 
 For the spirit that hath flown, 
 
 Exultingly, exultingly ! 
 She hath left her couch of pain, 
 She shall never feel again, 
 But as angels feel ! afar, 
 Chimed beyond the morning star, 
 Agony and death unknown ! 
 Let the joyful chimes ring on ! Robert Story.
 
 58 BENEFICENCE. 
 
 BENEFICENCE BENEVOLENCE. 
 
 THOU openest thine hand, they are filled with good. Psalm civ. 2s. 
 Give, and it shall be given unto you. Luke, vi. 38. 
 
 Let the husband render unto the wife due bentroJencc : and likewise 
 also the wife unto the husband. I. Corinthians, vii. S. 
 
 Be rich in good works, ready to distribute. I. Timothy, vi. 1*. 
 
 NATURE all 
 
 Is blooming and beneficent, like Thee. Thomson. 
 
 Some high or humble enterprise of good 
 Contemplate, till it shall possess thy mind, 
 Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food, 
 And kindle in thy heart a flame refined. 
 Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to bind 
 To this thy purpose to begin, pursue, 
 With thoughts all fixed, and feelings purely kind ; 
 Strength to complete, and with delight review, 
 
 And grace to give the praise where all is ever due. 
 
 House to some work of high and holy love, 
 And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, 
 Shall bless the earth, while in the world above 
 The good begun by thee shall onward flow 
 In many a branching stream, and wider grow ; 
 The seed that in these few and fleeting hours 
 Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, 
 Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, 
 
 And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers. 
 
 Charles Wilcox. 
 
 The heart has tendrils like the vine. 
 
 Which round another's bosom twine, 
 
 Outspringing from the parent tree 
 
 Of deeply-planted sympathy, 
 
 Whose flowers are hope, its fruits arc bliss ; 
 
 Beneficence its harvest is. J. Bowring. 
 
 Trees, and flowers, and streams, 
 Are social and benevolent ; and he 
 Who oft communeth in their language pure, 
 [Roaming among them at the cool of day, 
 Shall find, like him who Eden's garden dressed, 
 His Maker there to teach his listening heart. 
 
 Mrs. Siffourney.
 
 59 
 
 BENEFIT. 
 
 BLESSED be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the 
 God of our salvation. Psalni Ixviii. 19. 
 
 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits. Psalm 
 ciii. 2. 
 
 Without thy mind would I do nothing ; that thy benefit should not 
 be as it were of necessity, but willingly. Philemon, 14. 
 
 OJFFEKED life 
 
 Neglect not, and the benefit embrace 
 By faith, not void of works. Milton. 
 
 I gaze upon the thousand stars 
 
 That fill the midnight sky ; 
 And wish, so passionately wish, 
 
 A light like theirs on high. 
 I have such eagerness of hope 
 
 To benefit my kind ; 
 I feel as if immortal power 
 
 "Were given to my mind. Miss Landon. 
 
 Why are springs enthroned on high, 
 "Where the mountains kiss the sky ? 
 'T is that thence their streams may flow, 
 Fertilizing all below. 
 
 Why have clouds such lofty flight, 
 Basking in the golden light ? 
 'T is to send down genial showers 
 On this lower world of ours. 
 
 Why does God exalt the great ? 
 'T is that they may prop the state ; 
 So that toil its sweets may yield, 
 And the sower reap the field. 
 
 Biches why doth He confer ? 
 That the rich may minister 
 To the children of distress, 
 To the poor and fatherless. 
 
 Does He light a Newton's mind ? 
 
 'T is to shine on all mankind. 
 
 Does He give to Virtue birth ? 
 
 'T is the salt of this poor earth. JosiaJi Conder.
 
 60 BENIGNITY. 
 
 BENIGNITY. 
 
 SURELY goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. 
 Psalm xxiii. 6. 
 
 Thou Lord art good, and ready to forgive, and plenteous in mercy 
 unto all them that call upon thee. Psalm Ixxxvi. 5. 
 
 The Lord is good to all : and his tender mercies are over all bis 
 works. Psalm cxlv. 9. 
 
 THIS turn hath made amends ! Thou hast fulfilled 
 
 Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign, 
 
 Giver of all things fair ! Milton. 
 
 He comes not in the pride of martial pomp, 
 High in triumphal chariot, while around 
 The poor remains of vanquished kingdoms grace 
 The trophied car ; not such as Judah's sons, 
 By empire's flattering dreams misled, conceived, 
 Vindictive monarch over prostrate Rome. 
 Beyond the confines of this nether world. 
 At the right hand of the Almighty Sire, 
 Enthroned he sits ; no partial King, to all 
 Who unfeigned homage offer, He, benign, 
 The treasure of his boundless love vouchsafes. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Divinest creed ! and worthy to be taught 
 
 By Him, the Saviour, who thy tidings brought ; 
 
 Thou wert the first, descending from above, 
 
 To teach the nations that their God was love ; 
 
 That ire eternal dwelt not on His face, 
 
 But love and pity, and redeeming grace. 
 
 And all the joy this world since then has known, 
 
 Springs from this creed, and springs from this alone ; 
 
 Whatever triumphs have been gained by mind 
 
 O'er Error, Hate, and Ignorance combined ; 
 
 Whatever progress man may yet have made, 
 
 Owes all its worth to Thy benignant aid. C. Mackay. 
 
 O, Saviour, gracious and benign, 
 
 Warm and illume this heart of mine, 
 
 Disperse the fogs and mists of sin, 
 
 And let no evil lurk therein : 
 
 Let me Thy love and goodness see 
 
 Thy merciful benignity. Anon.
 
 THE BIBLE. 
 
 61 
 
 THE BIBLE. 
 
 AND beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto 
 them in all the scriptures the things concerning Himself. Luke, xxiv. 
 27. 
 
 Search the scriptures ; for in them ye think ye have eternal life : 
 and they are they which testify of me. John, v. 39. 
 
 The holy scriptures, -which are able to make thee wise unto salva- 
 tion, through faith which is in Christ Jesus. 
 
 All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for 
 doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness. 
 II. Timothy, iii. 15, 16. 
 
 For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our 
 learning, that we, through patience and comfort of the scriptures, 
 might have hope. Romans, xv. 4. 
 
 The sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. Ephesians, 
 vi. 17. 
 
 WHENCE, but from Heaven, could men unskilled in arts, 
 In several ages born, in several parts, 
 Weave such agreeing truths ? or how, or why, 
 Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie ! 
 Unasked their pains, ungrateful their advice, 
 Starving their gain, and martyrdom their price. 
 
 Dry den. 
 
 So has this book entitled us to Heaven, 
 And rules to guide us to that mansion given ; 
 Tells the conditions how our peace was made, 
 And is our pledge for the great Author's aid. 
 His power in nature's ample book we find, 
 But the less volume doth express his mind. Waller. 
 
 A critic on the sacred book should be 
 Candid and learned, dispassionate and free : 
 Free from the wayward bias bigots feel, 
 From fancy's influence, and intemperate zeal. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Within this ample volume lies 
 The mystery of mysteries ; 
 Happiest they of human race 
 To whom their God has given grace, 
 To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, 
 To lift the latch, to force the way : 
 And better had they ne'er been born, 
 That read to doubt, or read to scorn. 
 
 Sir Walter Scott.
 
 62 THE BIBLE. 
 
 Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! 
 
 Star of eternity ! the only star 
 
 By which the bark of man could navigate 
 
 The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss 
 
 Securely ; only star which rose in time 
 
 And on its dark and troubled billows, still 
 
 As generation driving swiftly by, 
 
 Succeeding generation, threw a ray 
 
 Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God 
 
 The everlasting hills pointed the sinner's eye. 
 
 By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards, 
 
 Evangelists, apostles, men inspired, 
 
 And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set 
 
 Apart and consecrated to declare 
 
 On earth the counsels of the Eternal one, 
 
 This book this holiest, this sublimest book 
 
 Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire 
 
 To man, this book contained ; defined the bounds 
 
 Of vice and virtue, and of life and death ; 
 
 And what was shadow, what was substance taught. 
 
 This book this holy book, in every line 
 
 Marked with the seal of high divinity, 
 
 On every leaf bedewed with drops of love 
 
 Divine, and with the eternal heraldry 
 
 And signature of God Almighty stamped, 
 
 From first to last ; this ray of sacred light, 
 
 This lamp from off the everlasting throne, 
 
 Mercy brought down, and in the night of time 
 
 Stands casting on the dark her gracious bow, 
 
 And evermore beseeching men with tears 
 
 And earnest sighs, to read, believe, and live. 
 
 Hast thou ever heard 
 
 Of such a book ? The author God Himself; 
 The subject, God and man, salvation, life, 
 And death eternal life eternal death. Pollok. 
 
 The priest-like father reads the sacred page, 
 How Abram was the friend of God on high; 
 
 Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage 
 With Amalek's ungracious progeny ;
 
 THE BIBLE. 63 
 
 Or how the Royal Bard did groaning lie, 
 
 Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; 
 Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; 
 
 Or wrapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; 
 Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. 
 Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, 
 
 How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; 
 How He who bore in Heaven the second name, 
 Had not, on earth, whereon to lay His head ; 
 How His first followers and servants sped ; 
 
 The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : 
 How he who, lone in Patmos banished, 
 
 Saw, in the sun, a mighty angel stand ; 
 And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by 
 Heaven's command. Burns. 
 
 Look, Christian ! in thy Bible, and that glass 
 Which sheds its sands through minutes, hours, and 
 
 days, 
 
 And years ; it speaks not : yet rnethinks it says 
 To every human heart "so mortals pass 
 On to their dark and silent grave !" Alas ! 
 For man : an exile upon earth he stays, 
 Weary, and wandering through benighted ways ; 
 To-day in strength, to-morrow like the grass 
 That withers at his feet. Lift up thy head, 
 Poor pilgrim, toiling in this vale of tears ; 
 That book declares whose blood for thee was shed, 
 
 Who died to give thee life ; and though thy years 
 Pass like a shade, pointing to thy death-bed, 
 
 Out of the deep thy cry an angel hears, 
 And by his guiding hand to heaven thy steps are led. 
 
 W. Lisle Bowles. 
 A book there is, of ancient date, 
 Where all the truly wise and great 
 Have found the pearls of wisdom spread, 
 Like gems upon the ocean-bed. 
 Brighter than Californian gold, 
 Are deeds inspired apostles told, 
 Greater than all that Milton thought, 
 Are truths that saints and prophets taught. 
 Oh ! be it ours from tender age, 
 To gather wisdom from its page. J. Burbidge.
 
 64 THE BIBLE. 
 
 The sacred page 
 
 With calm attention scan ! If on thy soul, 
 As thou dost read, a ray of purer light 
 Break in, O, check it not, give it full scope ! 
 Admitted, it will break the clouds which long 
 Have dimmed thy sight, and lead thee, till at last, 
 Convictions like the sun's meridian beams, 
 Illuminate thy mind. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Father ! that book 
 
 With whose worn leaves the careless infant plays, 
 Must be the Bible. Therein thy dim eyes 
 Will meet a cheering light ; and silent words 
 Of mercy breathed from Heaven, will be exhaled 
 From the blest page unto thy withered heart. 
 
 John Wilson. 
 
 What is this world ? a wildering maze 
 Where sin hath tracked ten thousand waya, 
 
 Her victims to ensnare. 
 All broad, all winding, and aslope, 
 All tempting with perfidious hope, 
 
 All ending in despair. 
 
 Millions of pilgrims throng those roads, 
 Bearing their baubles or their loads, 
 
 Down to eternal night ; 
 Our humble path that never bends, 
 Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends 
 
 From darkness into light. 
 
 Is there a guide to show that path ? 
 The Bible ! He alone who hath 
 
 The Bible, need not stray ; 
 Yet he who hath, and will not give 
 That heavenly guide to all that live, 
 
 Himself shall lose the way. J. Montgomery.
 
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 The Bible 1 That's the Book, The Book indeed, 
 
 The Book of Books ; 
 
 On which who looks, 
 As he should do, aright, shall never need 
 
 Wish for a better light 
 
 To guide him in the night. 
 
 Or, when he hungry is, for better food 
 
 To feed upon, , 
 
 Than this alone, 
 If he bring stomach and digestion good : 
 
 And if he be amiss, 
 
 This the best physic is. 
 
 It is the looking-glass of souls, wherein 
 
 All men may see, 
 
 Whether they be 
 Still, as by nature they are, deform'd with sin - r 
 
 Or in a better case, 
 
 As new adorn'd with grace. 
 
 'T is the great Magazine of spiritual arms, 
 
 Wherein doth lie 
 
 The Artillery 
 Of heaven, ready charged against all harms, 
 
 That might come by the blows 
 
 Of our infernal foes. 
 
 God's cabinet of reveal'd counsel 'tis : 
 
 Where weal and woe 
 
 Are order'd so, 
 That every man may know which shall be his ; 
 
 Unless his own mistake 
 
 False application make. 
 
 It is the index of Eternity. 
 
 He cannot miss 
 
 Of endless bliss, 
 That takes this chart to steer his voyage by, 
 
 Nor can he be mistook, 
 
 That speaketh by this Book. 
 
 A Book to which no other Book can be compared 
 For excellence ; 
 Pre-eminence 
 
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 66 THE BIBLE. 
 
 Is proper to it, and cannot be shared. 
 Divinity alone 
 Belongs to it, or none. 
 
 It is the Book of God. What if I should 
 
 Say, God of Books ? 
 
 Let him that looks 
 Angry at this expression, as too bold 
 
 His thoughts in silence smother, 
 
 Till he find such another. George Herbert. 
 
 But to outweigh all harm, the sacred book, 
 
 In dusty sequestration wrapped too long, 
 
 Assumes the accent of our native tongue ; 
 
 And he who guides the plough, or wields the crook, 
 
 With understanding spirit now may look 
 
 Upon her records, listen to her song, 
 
 And sift her laws much wondering that the wrong 
 
 Which faith hath suffered, Heaven could calmy brook. 
 
 Transcendent Boon ! nobler than earthly King 
 
 Ever bestowed to equalize and bless, 
 
 Under the weight of mortal wretchedness ! 
 
 But passions spread like plagues, and thousands wild 
 
 With bigotry shall tread the offering 
 
 Beneath their feet, detested and defiled. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 What household thoughts around thee, as their shrine. 
 
 Cling reverently ! Of anxious looks beguiled. 
 
 My mother's eyes upon thy page divine 
 
 Were daily bent ; her accents, gravely mild, 
 
 Breathed out thy love ; whilst I a dreaming child, 
 
 On breeze-like fancies wandered oft away 
 
 To some lone tuft of gleaming spring flowers wild, 
 
 Some fresh-discovered nook for woodland play, 
 
 Some secret nest : yet would the solemn word 
 
 At times with kindlings of young wonder heard, 
 
 Fall on my wakened spirit, there to be 
 
 A seed not lost ; for which in darker years, 
 
 O Book of Heaven! I pour, with grateful tears, 
 
 Heart-blessiugs on the holy dead and thee. 
 
 J/V.v.
 
 THE BIBLE. 67 
 
 Friend of my early days, 
 
 Thou old, brown, folio tome, 
 Oft opened with amaze, 
 
 Within my childhood's home ; 
 Thy many-pictured pages, 
 
 Beheld with glad surprise, 
 Would lure me from my playmates, 
 
 To oriental skies. 
 
 I found in thee for friends, 
 
 The wise and valiant men 
 Of Israel, whose heroic deeds 
 
 Are writ with holy pen ; 
 And dark brown Jewish maidens, 
 
 With festive dance and song, 
 Or fairly dressed for bridal, 
 
 Thy pictured leaves among. 
 
 The old life patriarchal 
 
 Did beautifully shine, 
 With angels hovering over, 
 
 The good old men divine ; 
 Their long long pilgrimages 
 
 I traced through all the way ; 
 While on the stool before me 
 
 The pages open lay. 
 
 Prom the German of Freiligralh. 
 
 Fancy, Hope, and Conscience could not prove 
 
 A future state, without the Word of God. 
 
 This is Hope's charter, this gives Fancy power, 
 
 And this arms Conscience with authority. 
 
 This partly lifts the veil which else had hung 
 
 Before our eyes, concealing from our view 
 
 The Spirit Land. Joseph H. Wythes. 
 
 Thou truest friend man ever knew, 
 
 Thy constancy I Ve tried ; 
 When all were false I found thee true, 
 
 My counsellor and guide. 
 The mines of earth no treasures give 
 
 That could this volume buy : 
 In teaching me the way to live, 
 
 It taught me how to die. Geo. P. Morris.
 
 68 
 
 BIEDS FOWLS. 
 
 AXD God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving 
 creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the 
 open firmament of heaven. 
 
 And God blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill 
 the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth. -Genesis, i. 
 20, 22. 
 
 Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in the night ; who 
 teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser 
 than the fowls of heaven ? Job, xxxv. 10, 11. 
 
 In the Lord put I my trust : how say ye to my soul. Flee as a bird 
 to your mountain? Psalm xi. 1. 
 
 I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the -wild I leasts of the 
 field are mine. Psalm 1. 11. 
 
 Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers. 
 Psalm cxxiv. 7. 
 
 As a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his 
 life. Proverbs, vii. 23. 
 
 As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse 
 causeless shall not come. Proverbs, xxvi. 2. 
 
 Curse not the rich in thy bedchamber : for a bird of the 1 nir shall 
 carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. 
 Ecclesiastes, x. 20. 
 
 Behold the foirls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, 
 nor gather into barns ; yet your heavenly Father fecdcth them. Are 
 ye not much better than they? Matthew, vi. _';. 
 
 The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests ; but the 
 Son of man hath not where to lay his head. Matthew, viii. 20. 
 
 Consider the ravens : for they neither sow nor reap : which neither 
 have storehouse nor barn ; and God feedeth them : how much more 
 are ye better than the fowls ? Luke, xii. 24. 
 
 SWEET bird ! tliou sing'st away the early hours 
 
 Of winter past, or coming, void of care, 
 
 Well pleased with delights, which present are, 
 
 Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet smelling flowers, 
 
 To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers, 
 
 Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, 
 
 And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare, 
 
 A stain to human sense in sin that lowers ; 
 
 What soul can be so sick, which by thy songs 
 
 (Alter'd in sweetness.) sweetly is not driven 
 
 Quite to forget earth's turmoils, spites, and wrongs, 
 
 And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven ? 
 
 Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raise 
 To air of spheres, yes, and to angels' lays. 
 
 W. Drummond.
 
 BIHDS. 69 
 
 Behold ! and look away your low despair, 
 See the light tenants of the barren air : 
 To them no stores nor granaries belong, 
 Nought but the woodland and the pleasing song ; 
 Yet your kind Heavenly Father bends his eye 
 On the least wing that flits along the sky ; 
 He hears their gay and their distressful call, 
 And with unsparing bounty fills them all. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 What is this mighty breath, ye sages, say, 
 That in a powerful language, felt, not heard, 
 Instructs the fowls of Heaven ? 
 
 What but God! 
 
 Inspiring God ! whose boundless spirit all 
 And unremitting energy pervades, 
 Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 Like an unfledged hungry bird, that in its nest 
 Hears its returning mother flap her wings, 
 Circling around when some choice food she brings ; 
 
 The nestling's love for both is then exprest 
 
 It strives to reach the food and be carest, 
 And rustles to begin its wanderings, 
 And thanks her with unwonted chiruppings, 
 
 In notes that seem too sweet for its young breast : 
 
 So do I feel whene'er the brilliant light 
 Of the almighty sun to which I gaze, 
 
 Cheers with unusual warmth my fainting soul ; 
 Urged by internal love to bless and praise, 
 I take the pen, with joy beyond controul, 
 
 And fluttering, praise my God with all my might. 
 
 Vittoria Colonna. 
 
 Beautiful birds of lightsome wing, 
 
 Bright creatures that come with the voice of spring ; 
 
 We see you arrayed in the hues of the morn, 
 
 Yet ye dream not of pride, and ye wist not of scorn, 
 
 Though rainbow splendour around you glows, 
 
 Ye vaunt not the beauty which nature bestows : 
 
 Oh ! what a lesson for glory are ye, 
 
 How ye preach the grace of humility.
 
 70 BIBDS. 
 
 Swift birds that skim o'er the stormy deep, 
 Who steadily onward your journey keep, 
 Who neither for rest nor for slumber stay, 
 But press still forward, by night or day 
 As on your unwearying course ye fly, 
 Beneath the clear and unclouded sky ; 
 Oh ! may we, without delay, like you, 
 The path of duty and right pursue. 
 
 Sweet birds that breathe the spirit of song, 
 And surround heaven's gate in melodious throng ; 
 Who rise with the earliest beams of day, 
 Your morning tribute of thanks to pay, 
 You remind me that we should likewise raise 
 The voice of devotion, and song of praise ; 
 There 's something about you that points on high, 
 Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky. 
 
 C. W. Thompson. 
 
 Birds, joyous birds, of the wandering wing ! 
 Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring ? 
 "We come from the shores of the green old Nile, 
 From the land where the roses of Sharon smile, 
 From the palms that wave through the Indian sky, 
 From the myrrh trees of glowing Araby. 
 
 A change we have found, and many a change ! 
 
 Faces, and footsteps, and all things strange ! 
 
 Gone are the heads of the silvery hair, 
 
 And the young that were have a brow of care, 
 
 And the place is hushed where the children played 
 
 Nought looks the same, save the nests we made !" 
 
 Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, 
 Birds that o'ersweep it in power and mirth ! 
 Yet through the wastes of the trackless air 
 Ye have a guide, and shall we despair ? 
 Te over desert and deep have passed 
 So shall we reach our bright home at last. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 What time thy heavenly voice preludes 
 
 Unto the fair and silent night, 
 Winged minstrel of my solitudes, 
 
 Unknown to thee I trace its flight.
 
 BIRDS. 71 
 
 Thy voice so touching and sublime, 
 
 Seems far too pure for this gross earth ; 
 
 Surely we well may deem the chime 
 An instinct which with God has birth. 
 
 Thy warblings and thy murmurs sweet, 
 
 Into melodious union bring 
 Ah 1 fair sounds that in nature meet, 
 
 Or float from heaven on wand'ring whig. 
 
 And that mysterious voice, that sound 
 
 Which angels listen to with me, 
 That sigh of pious night is found 
 
 In thee, melodious bird, in thee. Lamartine. 
 
 Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof, 
 
 And smooth your pinions on my roof, 
 
 Preparing for departure hence, 
 
 Ere winter's angry threats commence : 
 
 Like you my soul would smooth her plume. 
 
 For longer flights beyond the tomb. 
 
 May God. by whom is seen and heard 
 
 Departing man and wandering bird, 
 
 In mercy mark me for His own, 
 
 And guide me to the land unknown ! Hayley. 
 
 The bird, let loose in eastern skies, 
 
 When hastening fondly home, 
 Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
 
 Where idler warblers roam. 
 
 So grant me, Lord ! from every stain 
 
 Of sinful passion free, 
 Aloft through virtue's purer air, 
 
 To steer my course to Thee. 
 
 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay 
 
 My soul, as home she springs ; 
 The sunshine on her joyful way ; 
 
 Thy freedom on her wings. Moore. 
 
 The wild bird's song is a song of praise, 
 
 Which, thankful, he uplifts ; 
 Ever, like him, thy voice upraise, 
 
 To the giver of all good gifts. Eyone.
 
 72 
 
 BIETH BOBN. 
 
 JUDAH prevailed above his brethren, and of him came the chief 
 ruler ; but the birthright was Joseph's. I. Chronicles, v. 2. 
 
 Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth ? saith the 
 Lord. Isaiah, Ixvi. 9. 
 
 And thou shalt have joy and gladness ; and many sluill rejoice at 
 his birth. Luke, i. 14. 
 
 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. 
 
 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou nearest the sound 
 thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth : 
 so is every one that is born of the spirit. John, iii. 7, 8. 
 
 My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Cbri>t In- 
 formed in you. Galatians, iv. 19. 
 
 Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin ; for his swd remain- 
 eth in him : and he cannot sin, because he is born of Goil. I. .Mm. 
 iii. 9. 
 
 ORIENT light, 
 
 Exhaling first from darkness, they beheld, 
 Birthday of heaven and earth. Hilton. 
 
 Thou hast been found 
 By merit, more than birthright, Son of God. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 While no baseness in my breast I find, 
 I have not lost the birthright of my mind. 
 
 Dry den. 
 
 They tell me 't is my birthday, and I '11 keep it 
 
 With double pomp of sadness ; 
 
 'T is what the day deserves which brought me forth. 
 
 Dry den. 
 
 Mysterious love ! that thou must recommence 
 
 Life and existence, and be born anew, 
 
 Born both of water and of spirit, whence 
 
 Spirit comes only, as flesh must flesh ensue : 
 
 And where it lists the wind shall blow, whose sound 
 
 Thou hearest, but know'st not none 
 
 Whence cometh it, nor whither it is bound ; 
 
 And no man hath ascended into heaven 
 
 But he who thence came down, and bore the wound, 
 
 And perished that the world might be forgiven. 
 
 J. A. Her and.
 
 BIBTH. 73 
 
 Let us learn the wondrous story, 
 
 Of our great Redeemer's birth ; 
 Spread the brightness of His glory, 
 
 Till it cover all the earth. 
 Hasten mortals to adore Him, 
 Till in heaven ye sing before Him. Cawood. 
 
 Are all the memories of life 
 
 Buried when life has fled? 
 Are we forbid to keep again 
 
 The birthdays of the dead ? 
 
 Time was when each successive year 
 
 Brought one bright day of mirth, 
 The looked-for anniversary 
 
 Of some belov'd one's birth. 
 
 The birthday feasts of childhood's age, 
 
 The feasts of riper years, 
 Remind us of like youthful joys 
 
 Remembered now with tears. 
 
 For they with whom those days were spent, 
 
 Have done with all on earth, 
 The fond home circle 's broken up 
 
 That hailed each day of birth. 
 
 Yet as the days come round again 
 
 Marked with affection's seal, 
 Once more we think of those we Ve lost, 
 
 Once more their presence feel. 
 
 The blessed spirits now in Heaven, 
 
 May not such cycles keep, 
 Time metes not out their happiness, 
 
 They know not night or sleep. 
 
 Yet may they still retain the thoughts 
 
 Commemorating birth, 
 And haply still they keep in Heaven 
 
 The calender of Earth. 
 
 Far off are they, but still towards them 
 
 Our loving arms we spread, 
 And ever in our hearts we '11 keep 
 
 The birthdays of the dead. George E. Shirley.
 
 74 BLESSING. 
 
 BLESSING BLESSEDNESS BLESS. 
 
 I WILL bless the Lord at all times : his praise shall continually be 
 in my mouth. Psalm xxxiv. 1. 
 
 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house : they will be still praising 
 thee. 
 
 ftlessed is the man whose strength is in thee. Psalm Ixxxiv. 4, 6. 
 
 Blessings are upon the head of the just, but violence covereth the 
 mouth of the wicked. Proverbs, x. 6. 
 
 The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow 
 with it. -Proverbs, x. 22. 
 
 Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see Grod. Matthew, 
 v. 8. 
 
 I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do 
 good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use 
 yon. Matthew, v. 44. 
 
 Blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should in- 
 herit a blessing. I. Peter, iii. 9. 
 
 O ALL-SUFFICIENT, All-Beneficent! 
 Thou G-od of Goodness and of glory, hear ! 
 Thou who to lowest minds dost condescend, 
 Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, 
 Adopting jealousy to prove thy love ! 
 Thou who resigned humility upholdest, 
 E'en as the florist props the drooping rose ; 
 But quellest tyrannic pride with peerless power, 
 E'en as the tempest drives the stubborn oak ! 
 O All-Sufficient, All-Beneficent ! 
 Thou God of goodness and of glory, hear ! 
 Bless all mankind, and bring them in the end 
 To heaven, to immortality, and Thee ! Smart. 
 
 O my soul, with all thy powers, 
 
 Bless the Lord's most holy name ; 
 O my soul, till life's last hours, 
 
 Bless the Lord, his praise proclaim ; 
 Thine infirmities He healed ; 
 He thy peace and pardon sealed. 
 As in Heaven, His throne and dwelling. 
 
 King on earth He holds his sway ; 
 Angels, ye in strength excelling, 
 Bless the Lord, his voice obey ; 
 All his works beneath the pole, 
 Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 BLESSING. 75 
 
 Author of being ! life-sustaining king ! 
 Lo ! want's dependant eye from Thee implores 
 The seasons, which provide nutritious stores ; 
 Give to her prayers the renovating spring. 
 And summer's heats all perfecting, that bring 
 The fruits which autumn, from a thousand shores 
 Selecteth provident ! when earth adores 
 Her God, and all her vales exultory sing. 
 Without thy blessing the submissive steer 
 Bends to the ploughman's galling yoke in vain ; 
 Without thy blessing on the varied year. 
 Can the swarth reaper grasp the golden grain ? 
 Without thy blessing all is blank and drear ; 
 With it the joys of Eden bloom again. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Blessed be thy name for ever, 
 
 Thou of life the guard and giver ; 
 
 Thou canst guard the creatures sleeping, 
 
 Heal the heart long broke with weeping. 
 
 God of stillness and of motion, 
 
 Of the desert and the ocean, 
 
 Of the mountain, rock, and river, 
 
 Blessed be thy name for ever. 
 
 Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepeat, 
 
 Blest are they thou kindly keepest ; 
 
 God of evening's parting ray, 
 
 Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day, 
 
 That rises from the azure sea, 
 
 Like breathings of eternity ; 
 
 God of life ! that fade shall never, 
 
 Blessed be thy name for ever. James Hogg. 
 
 Oh ! 't is a sight the soul to cheer, 
 
 The promise of the fruitful year, 
 
 When God abroad his bounty flings, 
 
 And answering nature laughs and sings ! 
 
 He, "for the evil and the good," 
 
 For them, who with heart's gratitude, 
 
 For them, who thanklessly receive 
 
 The blessings He vouchsafes to give, 
 
 Bids from his storehouse in the skies, 
 
 "His rain descend, his sun arise." Mant.
 
 76 BLESSING. 
 
 Thrice blessed they who dwell 
 
 Within thine house, my God, 
 Where daily praises swell, 
 
 And still the floor is trod 
 By those who in thy presence bow, 
 By those whose King and God art thou. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 Blessed are the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see our God ; 
 The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
 
 Their soul is Christ's abode. 
 Spotless their robes and pure, 
 Dipped in the sea of light, 
 That hides the unapproached shrine 
 
 From men's and angels' sight. Keble. 
 
 From darkness here, and dreariness, 
 
 We ask not full repose, 
 Only be thou at hand to bless 
 
 Our trial hour of woes. 
 Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid 
 By the clear rill and palmy shade ? 
 And see we not, up earth's dark glade, 
 
 The gate of Heaven unclose ? Keble. 
 
 Thou that created'st all ! Thou fountain 
 
 Of our sun's light who dwellest far 
 
 From man, beyond the farthest star, 
 Yet, ever present ; who dost heed 
 Our spirits in their human need ; 
 
 We bless thee, Father, that we are ! 
 
 We bless thee for our inward life ; 
 
 For its immortal date decreeing ; 
 For that which comprehendeth thee, 
 A spark of thy divinity, 
 
 Which is the being of our being ! 
 
 We bless thee for this bounteous earth ; 
 
 For its increase for corn and wine : 
 For forest-oaks, for mountain-rills ; 
 For cattle "on a thousand hills ;" 
 
 We bless thee for all good is thine ! 
 
 Mary Hoiuitt.
 
 BLESSING. 77 
 
 We have the promise of th' eternal truth, 
 
 Those who live well, and pious paths pursue, 
 
 To man and to their Maker true ; 
 Let them expire in age or youth, 
 Can never miss 
 
 Their way to everlasting bliss ; 
 But from a world of misery and care, 
 To mansions of eternal ease repair ; 
 
 Where joy in full perfection flows, 
 
 And in an endless circle moves 
 
 Through the vast round of beatific love, 
 
 Which no cessation knows. John Pomfret. 
 
 No, 't is in vain to seek for bliss, 
 
 For bliss can ne'er be found 
 Till we arrive where Jesus is, 
 
 And tread on heav'nly ground. Watts. 
 
 When we have slept that dreamless sleep, 
 
 Which dearest hearts must sever ; 
 O may we wake no more to weep, 
 
 But live in bliss for ever. John Linden. 
 
 True bliss, the flower of Paradise, 
 
 Lives not in this ungenial clime ; 
 It blossoms in celestial skies, 
 
 Beyond the ravages of time ; 
 The joy to Christian pilgrims given, 
 Is but the rich perfume of heaven. 
 
 W. J. Brock. 
 
 True bliss, the flower of Paradise, 
 
 Why seek it here below ? 
 It groweth only 'neath those skies 
 
 With love divine that glow. 
 Warmed by the sun of righteousness, 
 
 And watered by the dews 
 Of mercy, and redeeming grace, 
 
 How lively are its hues ! 
 In heaven, an amaranthine flower, 
 On earth, it blossoms but an hour. Egone.
 
 78 BLINDNESS. 
 
 BLINDNESS. 
 
 THE Lord openeth the eyes of the blind. Psalm cxlvi. 8. 
 Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened. Isaiah, xxxv. 5. 
 
 He hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted, to preach deliverance 
 to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind. Luke, iv. 18. 
 
 Having the understanding darkened, being alienated from the life 
 of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the bli/nlni'ff 
 of their heart. Ephesians, iv. 18. 
 
 WHEN I consider how my light is spent 
 
 Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, 
 
 And that one talent which is death to hide, 
 Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent 
 To serve therewith my Maker, and present 
 
 My true account, lest he returning chide ; 
 "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?" 
 I fondly ask : but patience, to prevent 
 
 That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need 
 Either man's works, or his own gifts ; who best 
 
 Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best : His state 
 
 Is kingly, thousands at his bidding speed, 
 And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; 
 
 They also serve, who only stand and wait." 
 
 Milton. 
 
 There is a poor Blind Man, who every day, 
 In summer sunshine, or in winter's rain, 
 Duly as tolls the bell to the high fane, 
 
 Explores, with faltering footsteps, his dark way, 
 
 To kneel before his Maker, and to hear 
 
 The chanted service pealing full and clear. 
 
 Ask why, alone, in the same spot he kneels 
 
 Through the long year ? Oh ! the wide world is cold, 
 
 As dark to him ; here, he no longer feels 
 
 His sad bereavement Faith and Hope uphold 
 
 His heart he feels not he is poor and blind, 
 
 Amid the unpitying tumult of mankind : 
 As thro' the aisles the choral anthems roll, 
 
 His soul is in the choirs above the skies, 
 
 And songs, far off, of angel companies.
 
 BLINDNESS. 79 
 
 Oh! happy, if the Bich the Vain the Proud 
 The plumed Actors in life's motley crowd, 
 Since pride is dust, and life itself a span, 
 Would learn one Lesson from a poor Blind Man. 
 
 Lisle Bowles. 
 
 I see, and yet I see not ; outward things 
 
 Are visible unto me : I behold 
 The fresh, cool verdure of succeeding springs ; 
 
 The glories of the summer manifold ; 
 
 The forests rich with their autumnal gold ; 
 The creatures beautiful, that spread their wings 
 
 In the warm sunshine ; blossoms that unfold 
 Bright as man's hopes and vain imaginings. 
 The glories of the universe are spread 
 
 Before me, and I see them with delight: 
 Yet am I blind of heart, and cold, and dead 
 
 To spiritual things. God grant me light 
 To understand, and warmth to feel, and grace 
 Thy message to receive Thy wondrous power to trace. 
 
 Egone. 
 
 But in God's temple the great lamp is out, 
 And he must worship glory in the dark ! 
 Till death, in midnight mystery, hath brought 
 The veiled soul's re-illuminating spark 
 The pillar of the cloud enfolds the Ark ! 
 And, like a man that prayeth underground 
 In Bethlehem's rocky shrine, he can but mark 
 The lingering hours by circumstance and sound, 
 And break, with gentle hymns, the solemn silence round. 
 
 Yet still life's better light shines out above ! 
 And in that village church, where first he learned 
 To bear his cheerless doom, for heaven's dear love, 
 He sits, with wistful face, for ever turned 
 To hear of those who heavenly pity earned ; 
 Blind Bartimseus, and him desolate, 
 Who for Bethesda's waters vainly yearned : 
 And only sighs, condemned so long to wait, 
 Baffled and helpless still, beyond the Temple gate ! 
 
 Mrs. Norton.
 
 80 BLOOD. 
 
 BLOOD. 
 
 AND Moses took the blood, and sprinkled it on the people, and said, 
 Behold the blood of the covenant, which the Lord hath made with 
 you. Exodus, xxiv. 8. 
 
 Deliver me from 6ioorf-guiltiness, O God, thou God of my galvation : 
 and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness. Psalm li. 14. 
 
 By the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy prisoners out of 
 the pit. Zechariah, ix. 11. 
 
 God hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all 
 the face of the earth. Acts, xvii. 26. 
 
 Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by his own blood, he 
 entered in once into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemp- 
 tion for us. Hebrews, ix. 12. 
 
 Almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without 
 shedding of blood is no remission. Hebrews, ix. 22. 
 
 The blood of Jesus Christ, his son, cleanseth us from all sin. I. John, 
 i. 7. 
 
 STRANGE is it that our bloods, 
 Of colour, weight, and heat, poured all together, 
 Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off 
 In difference so mighty. Shakspere. 
 
 Ye Sacred Writings ! on whose antique leaves 
 The wondrous deeds of heaven recorded lie, 
 Say, what might be the cause, that mercy heaves 
 The dust of sin above the starry sky. 
 And lets it not in dust and ashes fly ? 
 Could Justice be of sin so over- wooed, 
 Or so great ill because of so great good, 
 That, bloody man to save, man's Saviour shed his blood. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 O, thou great Power ! in whom we move, 
 By whom we live, to whom we die, 
 
 Behold me through thy beams of love, 
 Whilst on this couch of tears I lie, 
 
 And cleanse my sordid soul within 
 
 By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. 
 
 No hallowed oils, no gums I need, 
 No new-born drams of purging fire : 
 
 One rosy drop from David's seed 
 
 Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire : 
 
 O, precious ransom ! which once paid, 
 
 The Consummatum est was said.
 
 BLOOD. 81 
 
 And said by him, that said no more, 
 
 But sealed it with his sacred breath : 
 Thou, then, thus hast dispurged our score, 
 
 And dying wert the death of death ; 
 Be now whilst on thy name we call, 
 Our life, our strength, our joy, our all. 
 
 Sir Henry Wotton. 
 
 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies, 
 
 Hark ! his expiring groans arise ! 
 
 See, how the sacred crimson tide 
 
 Flows from his hands, his feet, his side. 
 
 But life attends the deathful sound, 
 
 And flows from every bleeding wound ; 
 
 The vital stream, how free it flows, 
 
 To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 
 
 Lord! didst thou Heed? for sinners bleed? 
 
 And could the sun behold the deed ? 
 
 No ! he withdrew his sickening ray, 
 
 And darkness veiled the mourning day. Steele. 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners plunged beneath that flood, 
 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 O may I there, though vile as he, 
 
 Wash all my sins away ! 
 
 Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 
 Be saved, to sin no more. Cowper. 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 
 
 On Jewish altars slain. 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 But Chris! the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 
 And richer blood than they. Watts.
 
 82 BLOSSOM. 
 
 BLOSSOM. 
 
 THEREFORE as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consu- 
 meth the chaff, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom 
 shall go up as dust : because they have cast away the law of the Lord 
 of hosts, and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 
 v. 24. 
 
 The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them ; and 
 the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom 
 abundantly. Isaiah, xxxv. 1, 2. 
 
 FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, 
 
 Why do you fall so fast ? 
 
 Your date is not so past 
 But you may stay yet here awhile, 
 
 To blush and gently smile, 
 And go at last. 
 
 What ! were ye born to be 
 
 An hour and half s delight 
 
 And so to bid good-night P 
 'T was pity nature brought ye forth 
 
 Merely to show your worth, 
 And lose you quite. 
 
 But you are lovely leaves, where we 
 May read how soon things have 
 Their end, though ne'er so brave, 
 
 And after they have shown their pride 
 Like you awhile, they glide 
 
 Into the grave. Herrick. 
 
 Our life hath many a wintry scene, 
 
 Deciduous are our sweetest joys ; 
 And blossoms that have loveliest been, 
 
 Some withering demon oft destroys. 
 
 But there are germs that inly lie, 
 
 Waiting the touch of some kind hand, 
 Germs that destruction's power defy, 
 And soon in bloom of hope expand. 
 
 W. J. Brock. 
 Lo, the arid desert 
 
 Shall blossom as the rose, 
 Wheresoe'er the messenger 
 
 Of the Saviour goes. Egone.
 
 BOLDNESS. 83 
 
 BOLDNESS. 
 
 I BPEAK as concerning reproach, as though we had been weak. How- 
 beit whereinsoever any is bold, (I speak foolishly,) I am bold also. II. 
 Corinthians, xi. 21. 
 
 Great is my boldness of speech towards you. II. Corinthians, vii. 4. 
 
 Christ Jesus our Lord : In whom we have boldness and access with 
 confidence by the faith of him. Ephesians, iii. 11, 12. 
 
 Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the daj 
 of judgment : because as he is, so are we in this world. I. John, iv. 17. 
 
 We were bold in our God to speak unto you the gospel of God with 
 much contention. I. Thessalonians, ii. 2. 
 
 The wicked flee when no man pursueth : but the righteous are bold as 
 a lion. Proverbs, xxviii. 1. 
 
 WHEEE high the heavenly temple stands, 
 The house of God not made with hands, 
 A great High Priest our nature wears, 
 The guardian of mankind appears. 
 
 He who for men their surety stood, 
 And poured on earth His precious blood, 
 Pursues in heaven His mighty plan, 
 The Saviour and the friend of man. 
 
 With boldness, therefore, at the throne 
 
 Let us make all our sorrows known, 
 
 And ask the aid of heavenly power 
 
 To help us in the evil hour. Logan. 
 
 Jesus ! Thy blood and righteousness 
 My beauty are my glorious dress ; 
 'Midst naming worlds, in these array'd, 
 With joy shall I lift up my head. 
 
 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day ; 
 
 For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
 
 Fully absolv'd through these I am 
 
 From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. Wesley. 
 
 The man is bold who fronts the cannon's mouth, 
 
 And trembles not when danger leads the way ; 
 
 But bolder far is he who speaks the truth 
 
 Regardless who may stand around and hear, 
 
 And with a kindly spirit dares reprove 
 
 The fool that cavils at a world to come. J. Burbidge.
 
 84 BONDAGE. 
 
 BONDAGE. 
 
 THE bondage was heavy upon this people. Nehemiah, v. 18. 
 
 They answered him, We be Abraham's seed, and were never in 
 bondage to any man : how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free. John, 
 viii. 8S. 
 
 And God spake on this wise, That his seed should sojourn in a strnnj-'f 
 land : and that they should bring them into bondage, and entreat them 
 evil four hundred years. Acts, vii. 6. 
 
 The creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of cor- 
 ruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. Romans, 
 viii. 21. 
 
 Put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness. Colossians, iii. 14. 
 
 Deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject 
 to bondage. Hebrews, ii. 15. 
 
 G-ET up, my soul ; redeem thy sluggish eyes 
 
 From drowsy bondage : O beware ; be wise : 
 
 Thy foe 's before thee ; thou must fight or fly : 
 
 Life lies most open in a closed eye. Quarles. 
 
 Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
 
 To thee I feebly pray ; 
 Heal me of my grief and pain, 
 
 O take my sins away ; 
 
 From this bondage Lord release ; 
 
 No longer let me be opprest ; 
 Jesus, Master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast. Wesley. 
 
 My God, what silken cords are thine ! 
 
 How soft, and yet how strong ! 
 While power, and truth, and love combine, 
 
 To draw our souls along. 
 
 Thou sawest us crushed beneath the yoke 
 
 Of Satan and of sin: 
 Thy hand the iron bondage broke, 
 
 Our worthless hearts to win. 
 
 Drawn by such cords, we onward move, 
 
 Till round thy throne we meet; 
 And, captive in the chains of love, 
 
 Embrace our conqueror's feet. Doddridge.
 
 BOOK. 85 
 
 BOOK. 
 
 he took the 600* of the covenant, and read in the audience of 
 the people. Exodus, xxiv. 7. 
 
 Ezra opened the book in the sight of all the people; (for he was 
 above all the people;) and when he opened it, all the people stood 
 up. Nehemiah, viii. 5. 
 
 Oh that my words were now written ! oh that they were printed in 
 a book! Job, xix. 23. 
 
 Of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weari- 
 ness of the flesh. Ecclesiastes, xii. 12. 
 
 There shall in no wise enter into it (the holy city) any thing that 
 defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie : 
 but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life. Revelation, 
 xxi. 27. 
 
 THY glass will shew thee how thy beauties wear, 
 
 Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste, 
 Thy vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, 
 
 And of this book this learning may'st thou taste : 
 The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, 
 
 Of mouthed graves will give thee memory; 
 Thou by the dial's shady stealth may'st know 
 
 Time's thievish progress to eternity ; 
 Look, what thy memory cannot contain, 
 
 Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shall find 
 Those children nursed delivered from thy brain 
 
 To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. 
 These offices so oft as thou wilt look, 
 Will profit thee, and much enrich thy book. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 But what strange art, what magie can dispose 
 The troubled mind to change its native woes, 
 Or lead us willing from ourselves, to see 
 Others more wretched, more undone than we ? 
 This books can do ; nor this alone, they give 
 New views of life, and teach us how to live. 
 They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise, 
 Fools they admonish, and confound the wise ; 
 Their aid they lead to all ; they never shun 
 The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone. 
 Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, 
 They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd ; 
 Nor tell to various people various things, 
 But show to subjects what they show to kings.
 
 86 BOOK. 
 
 Blessed be the gracious Power ! who taught mankind 
 
 To stamp a lasting image of the mind. 
 
 Beasts may convey and tuneful birds may sing 
 
 Their mutual feelings in the opening spring, 
 
 But man alone has skill and power to send 
 
 The heart's warm dictates to a distant friend ; 
 
 'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise 
 
 Ages remote, and nations yet to rise. Crabbe. 
 
 I love the sacred book of God, 
 
 No other can its place supply ; 
 It points me to the saints' abode, 
 
 It gives me wings, and bids me fly. 
 
 Blest book ! in thee my eyes discern 
 
 The image of my absent Lord ; 
 From thine instructive page I learn 
 
 The joys his presence will afford. 
 
 Then shall I need thy light no more, 
 For nothing shall be there concealed ; 
 
 When I have reached the heavenly shore 
 The Lord himself will stand revealed. 
 
 When, 'midst the throng celestial placed, 
 
 The bright original I see, 
 From which thy sacred page was traced, 
 
 Blest book ! I 've no more need of thee. 
 
 But while I 'm here thou shalt supply 
 His place, and tell me of His love; 
 
 I '11 read with faith's discerning eye, 
 And thus partake of joys above. Kelly. 
 
 There is a book, who runs may read, 
 
 Which heavenly truth imparts, 
 And all the lore its scholars need 
 
 Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 
 
 The works of God above, below, 
 
 Within us, and around, 
 Are pages in that book, to show 
 
 How God Himself is found. Keble.
 
 87 
 
 BOUNTY. 
 
 I WILL sing nnto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with 
 me. Psalm jxiii. 6. 
 
 Return unto thy rest, O my soul ; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully 
 with thee. Psalm cxvi. 7. 
 
 Being enriched in every thing to all botmtifulness, which causeth 
 through us thanksgiving to God. II. Corinthians, ix. 11. 
 
 THIS goodly frame of temperance, 
 Formerly grounded, and fast settled 
 On firm foundation of true bountihood. Spenser. 
 
 Those godlike men, to wanting virtue kind, 
 
 Bounty well placed preferred, and well designed, 
 
 To all their titles. Dryden. 
 
 How full of cheer, 
 
 Joyous, devout, and grateful is the soul 
 To see again its unexhausted God 
 Thus pile the table of a world with bread ! 
 For what 's the globe on which we all subsist ? 
 The table of immortal bounty 't is, 
 A feast perpetual, where unnumbered sons 
 Sit down to banquet as their sires withdraw, 
 And in succession generations feed, 
 Contented rise, give thanks, and pass away. 
 
 Hurdis. 
 
 The hand that built the palace of the sky, 
 Formed the light wings that decorate a fly ; 
 The power that wheels the circling planets round, 
 Rears every infant floweret on the ground ; 
 That bounty which the mightiest beings share, 
 Feeds the least gnat that gilds the evening air. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 I love the Lord ; he lent an ear 
 
 When I for help implored ; 
 He rescued me from all my fear, 
 Therefore I love the Lord. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Return, my soul, unto my rest, 
 
 From God no longer roam ; 
 His hand hath bountifully blest, 
 
 His goodness called thee home. J. Montgomery.
 
 88 BBEAD. 
 
 BREAD. 
 
 THEN said the Lord unto Moses, Behold, I will rain bri'ad from 
 heaven for you ; and the people shall go out and gather a certain 
 rate every day, that I may prove them, whether they will walk iu 
 my law, or no. Exodus, xvi. 4. 
 
 Man doth not live by bread only, but by even word that pro- 
 ceedeth out of the mouth of the Lord doth man live. Deuteronomy. 
 viii. 3. 
 
 Bread which strengtheneth man's heart. Psalm civ. 15. 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters : for thou shalt find it after inan.T 
 days. Ecclesiastes, xi. 1. 
 
 He that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; he iluit 
 despiseth the gain of oppressions, that shakcth his hands from hoMin^ 
 of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shuttetli 
 his eyes from seeing evil ; he shall dwell on hifrfi : his place of \ 
 shall be the munitions of rocks : bread shall be given him ; his 
 shall be sure. Isaiah, xxxiii. 15, 16. 
 
 Give us this day our daily bread. Matthew, vi. 11. 
 
 The bread of God is he which conieth down from heaven, and <rivi!th 
 life unto the world. John, vi. 33. 
 
 O KING of earth, and air, and sea ! 
 The hungry ravens cry to thee ; 
 To thee the scaly tribes that sweep 
 The bosom of the boundless deep. 
 
 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless 
 The bleak and lonely wilderness ; 
 And thou has taught us, Lord, to pray 
 For daily bread from day to day. 
 
 And O, when through the wilds we roam, 
 That part us from our heavenly home ; 
 When lost in danger, want, and woe, 
 Our faithless tears begin to flow ; 
 
 Do thou thy gracious comfort give, 
 
 By which alone the soul may live ; 
 
 And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray, 
 
 The bread of life, from day to day. Heber. 
 
 Bread of Heaven ! on thee I feed, 
 
 For thy flesh is meat indeed. 
 
 Ever may my soul be fed 
 
 With this true and living bread ; 
 
 Day by day with strength supplied, 
 
 Through the life of Him who died. Conder.
 
 BREAD. 89 
 
 "Give us our daily bread," and was that prayer 
 Unanswered from high Heav'n's eternal dome ? 
 No, poor man, no ! its music entered there, 
 And blessings dropp'd upon our earthly home : 
 Let thy sad eye look round thee everywhere, 
 When the rich showers or golden sunbeams come, 
 And plenty greets thee from the teeming sod 
 The fruit that blossoms from the hand of God ? 
 
 "Give us our daily bread;" Heaven whispers, "Yes." 
 "Give us our daily bread;" Earth mutters, "No," 
 And mocks the weepings of her sons' distress : 
 Bright hours of change are coming, sure though slow, 
 When pride, and want, and error shall be less, 
 And more of Heaven be registered below ; 
 Even now the half of Slavery's flag is furled, 
 And Thought's free sunshine circles the wide world. 
 
 Burrington. 
 Kill not the flower that feeds the useful bee, 
 
 For more than beauteous is that sweet flower's blush; 
 'Tis toil's reward that sweetens industry, 
 
 As love inspires with strength th' enraptured thrush. 
 
 To fall'n humanity our Father said, 
 
 That food and bliss should not be found unsought: 
 That man should labour for his daily bread; 
 
 But not that man should toil and sweat for nought. 
 
 Not that the best should live a living death, 
 To give the worst a beastly sense of life ; 
 And" waste in servitude their fleeting breath, 
 Weeping with care and want a hopeless strife. 
 
 E. Elliott. 
 Father in heaven ! thy sacred name 
 
 In hallowed strains be sung! 
 Thy kingdom spread o'er all the earth ; 
 Thy praise fill every tongue. 
 
 By happy spirits round thy throne, 
 
 As thy commands are done ; 
 So be thy perfect will obeyed 
 
 By all beneath the sun. 
 
 Our numerous wants are known to thee, 
 
 Who canst alone supply ; 
 O grant each day our daily bread, 
 
 Nor other good deny. ' Hancox.
 
 90 BREAK. 
 
 BEE AK BREAKING. 
 
 OUR heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from 
 thy way ; though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, 
 and covered us with the shadow of death. Psalm xliv. 18, 19. 
 
 The Lord doth build up Jerusalem ; he gathereth together the out- 
 casts of Israel. 
 
 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. 
 Psalm cxlvii. 2, 3. 
 
 The Lord hath annointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek ; 
 he hath sent me to bind up the &roe-hearted, to proclaim liberty 
 to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound. 
 Isaiah, Lxi. 1. 
 
 A bruised reed shall he not break. Isaiah, xlii. 3. 
 
 For circumcision verily proflteth, if thou keep the law : but if thou 
 be a breaker of the law, thy circumcision is made uncircumcision. 
 Romans, ii. 25. 
 
 O MANY 
 
 Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em 
 For this great journey. ShaTcspere. 
 
 Virtues like these 
 
 Make human nature shine, reform the soul, 
 And break our fierce barbarians into men. 
 
 Addison. 
 
 Unhappy man, to break the pious laws 
 Of nature, pleading in his children's cause. Dry den. 
 
 Almighty Power, by whose most wise command, 
 Helpless, forlorn, uncertain, here I stand ; 
 Take this faint glimmering of thyself away, 
 And break into my soul with perfect day ! 
 
 Arbuthnot. 
 
 See Heaven its sparkling portals wide display, 
 
 And break upon thee in a flood of day. Pope. 
 
 Not streaming blood, nor purging fire, 
 
 Thy righteous anger can appease ; 
 Burnt-offerings thou dost not require, 
 
 Or gladly I would render these. 
 
 The broken heart in sacrifice, 
 
 Alone may thine acceptance meet ; 
 My heart, O God, do not despise, 
 
 Broken and contrite, at thy feet. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 BREATH. "91 
 
 BREATH BREATHING-. 
 
 BY the blast of God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils 
 are they consumed. Job, iv. 9. 
 
 Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled : thou takest away their 
 breath, they die, and return to their dust. Psalm civ. 29. 
 
 Behold, the name of the Lord cometh from far, burning with his 
 anger, and the burden thereof is heavy : his lips are full of indignation, 
 and his tongue as a devouring fire. 
 
 And his breath, as an overflowing stream, shall reach to the midst 
 of the neck. Isaiah, xxx. 27, 28. 
 
 Thou hast heard my voice : hide not thine ear at my breathing, at 
 my cry. Lamentations, iii. 56. 
 
 SINCE I in storms most used to be, 
 
 And seldom yeilded flowers, 
 How shall I get a wreath for thee 
 
 From those rude barren hours P 
 The softer dressings of the spring, 
 
 Or summer's later store, 
 I will not for thy temples bring, 
 
 Which thorns, not roses, wore : 
 But a twined wreath of grief and praise, 
 
 Praise soiled with tears, and tears again 
 Shining with joy, like dewy days, 
 
 This day I bring for all thy pain, 
 Thy causeless pain ; and as sad death, 
 
 Which sadness breeds in the most vain, 
 O not in vain ; now beg thy breath, 
 
 Thy quick 'ning breath, which gladly bears 
 Through saddest clouds to that glad place 
 
 Where cloudless quires sing without tears, 
 Sing thy just praise, and see thy face. 
 
 Henry Vaughan. 
 
 As those we love decay, we die in part, 
 
 String after string is severed from the heart ; 
 
 Till loosened life, at last, but breathing clay, 
 
 Without one pang is glad to fall away. 
 
 Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, 
 
 Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend, laid low, 
 
 Dragged lingering on, from partial death to death, 
 
 Till, dying, all he can resign is breath. Thomson.
 
 92 BRIGHTNESS. 
 
 BEIGHTNESS. 
 
 THROUGH the brightness before hi'iri were coals of fire kindled. II. 
 Samuel, xxii. 13. 
 
 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. His 
 glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise. And 
 his brightness was as the light. Habakkuk, iii. 3, 4. 
 
 Then shall that wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shal) consume 
 with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of 
 his coming. II. Thessalonians, ii. 8. 
 
 IMPOTENT words, weak lines, that strive in vain, 
 In vain, alas ! to tell so heavenly sight ! 
 
 So heavenly sight as none can greater feign, 
 
 Feign what he can, that seems of greatest might : 
 Could any yet compare with Infinite P 
 Infinite sure these joys ; my words but light : 
 
 Light is the palace where she dwells O then how 
 bright! Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Through a cloud, 
 
 Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine, 
 Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Hope elevates, and joy 
 Brightens his crest. Milton. 
 
 High in yonder realms of light, 
 
 Far above these lower skies, 
 Fair and exquisitely bright, 
 
 TT ' f J- 
 
 Heaven s uniadmg mansions rise. 
 
 Built of pure and massy gold, 
 
 Strong and durable are they ; 
 Deck'd with gems of worth untold, 
 
 Subjected to no decay. Raffles. 
 
 My Father's house on high, 
 
 Home of my soul, how near 
 At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, 
 
 Thy golden gates appear ! 
 
 Ah ! then my spirit faints 
 
 To reach the land I love, 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 
 Jerusalem above. J. Montgomery.
 
 BBOTHERHOOD. 93 
 
 BEOTHEEHOOD. 
 
 THOU shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart. Leviticus, xix. 17_ 
 
 If thy brother be waxen poor, and hath sold away some of his 
 possession, and if any of his kin come to redeem it, then shall he 
 redeem that which his brother sold. Leviticus, xxv. 25. 
 
 If there be among you a poor man of one of thy brethren within 
 any of thy gates, in thy land which the Lord thy God giveth thee, 
 thou shalt not harden thine heart, nor shut thy hand from thy poor 
 lirother: but thou shalt open thine hand wide unto him, and shalt 
 surely lend him sufficient for his need, in that which he wanteth. 
 Deuteronomy, xv. 7, 8. 
 
 If thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that th y 
 brother hath aught against thee ; leave there thy gift before the altar, 
 and go thy way ; fii st be reconciled to thy brother, and then come 
 and offer thy gift. Matthew, v. 23, 24. 
 
 Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother 
 sin against me, and I forgive him ? till seven times ? 
 
 Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times : but, 
 Until seventy times seven. Matthew, xviii. 21, 22. 
 
 Whosoever doeth not righteousness is not of God, neither he that 
 loveth not his brother. I. John, iii. 10. 
 
 COME, Christian brethren, ere we part, 
 Join every voice and every heart, 
 Our solemn hymn to God we raise 
 Our final song of grateful praise. 
 
 Christians we here may meet no more, 
 But there is yet a happier shore ; 
 And there, released from toil and pain, 
 Brethren, we all shall meet again. 
 
 H. Kirlce White. 
 
 Even now a radiant angel goeth forth, 
 A spirit that hath healing in its wings 
 And flyeth east and west, and south and north, 
 To do the bidding of the King of Kings ; 
 Stirring men's hearts to compass better things, 
 And teaching Brotherhood as that sweet source, 
 Which holdeth in itself all blessed springs ; 
 And showeth how to guide its silver course, 
 When it shall flood the world with deep exulting force. 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 A brother's grave oft leads the soul 
 
 Up to a brother's joys ; 
 Joys which ne'er yield to tune's controul, 
 
 Beyond the jewelled skies. W. J. Brock.
 
 BBOTHEBHOOD. 
 
 Oh, if the thought be beautiful, if it be wise and kind, 
 To weave the bond of brotherhood, the whole wide 
 
 world to bind; 
 And if to sheathe the murderous sword be called a 
 
 holy deed, 
 Let all the praise be given to Thee, from whom all 
 
 such proceed ! 
 
 Hail, manifested Saviour King ! Brother of every man ! 
 Of the poor negro in his chains,theroving mountainclan ; 
 Redeemer of the forest child, and of the fettered slave ; 
 Lover of every human soul, in city, waste, or wave. 
 
 Emma Tatham. 
 
 Give me thy hand, brother give me thy hand, 
 But not as our fathers did, dropping with gore ; 
 
 Dash down the gauntlet, and shiver the brand, 
 But not in the fashion they did so of yore ; 
 
 Throw away war's array, come let us prove 
 
 Which has the heart that is strongest in love. 
 
 Dost thou come from Columbia, afar o'er the deep, 
 Where the forest its requiem sings in the storm ; 
 Where the bison and elk o'er the broad prairie sweep, 
 
 And the hero of labour has conquered a farm ? 
 Ah, then come away, as a brother should come, 
 For our fathers had birth in the same island home. 
 
 J. B. Syme. 
 Oh ! never let us lightly fling 
 
 The barb of woe to wound another ; 
 Oh ! let us never haste to bring 
 The cup of sorrow to a brother. 
 
 Each has the power to wound, but he 
 Who wounds that he may witness pain, 
 
 Has learnt no law of charity, 
 
 Which ne'er inflicts a pang in vain. 
 
 'T is godlike to awaken joy, 
 
 Or sorrow's influence to subdue : 
 But not to wound, nor to annoy, 
 
 Is part of virtue's lesson too ; 
 
 Peace, winged in fairer worlds above, 
 Shall lend her dawn and brighten this, 
 
 When all man's labour shall be love, 
 And all his thoughts a brother's bliss. 
 
 J. Bowring.
 
 BROTHERHOOD. 95 
 
 In all around we see 
 
 Links of the chain that binds the soul of man 
 Unto his brother man. No human eye 
 Can gaze undazzled where those links begin, 
 Nor trace them to their end. Alone to Faith, 
 With her far eagle-gaze, 't is given to see 
 That the all-loving heart of Nature's God, 
 And man's Redeemer, is the burning clasp 
 That joins in one that all-embracing zone, 
 Hound as the circle of eternity. 
 
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 This truth, more beautiful than all beside, 
 That He, whose name is Love, and from whose heart, 
 As from a living and immortal root, 
 The whole fair universe hath budded forth, 
 Hath granted him the high and holy right 
 To call him "Father" So all things speak 
 God's Fatherhood, and Brotherhood of man. 
 
 H. M. P. 
 
 Not with the flashing steel, 
 Not with the cannon's peal, 
 
 Nor stir of drum ; 
 But in the bonds of love, 
 Our white flag floats above ; 
 Its emblem is the dove, 
 
 Thus we come. 
 
 Oh, then ! in God's great name, 
 Let each pure spirit's flame 
 
 Burn bright and clear; 
 Stand firmly in your lot, 
 Cry ye aloud, doubt not, 
 Be every fear forgot, 
 
 Christ leads us here. 
 
 So shall earth's distant lands, 
 In happy, holy bands, 
 
 One brotherhood, 
 Together rise and sing, 
 Gifts to one altar bring, 
 And heaven's eternal King 
 
 Pronounce it good. Elnathan Davis.
 
 96 3EOTHEEHOOD. 
 
 In these romantic regions man grows wild : 
 Here dwells the Negro, nature's outcast child ; 
 Scorned by his brethren ; but his mother's eye. 
 That gazes on him from her warmest sky, 
 Sees in his flexile limbs untutored grace, 
 Power on his forehead, beauty in his face; 
 Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove, 
 The heart of friendship, and the home of love ; 
 Sees in his mind, where desolation reigns, 
 Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains, 
 A soil where virtue's fairest flowers might shoot, 
 And trees of science bend with glorious fruit ; 
 Sees in his soul, involved in thickest night, 
 An emanation of eternal light, 
 Ordained, 'midst sinking worlds, his dust to fire, 
 And shine for ever when the stars expire. 
 Is he not man, though Knowledge never shed 
 Her quickening beams on his neglected head ? 
 is he not man, though sweet Religion's voice 
 Ne'er made the mourner in his God rejoice? 
 Ts he not man, by sin and suffering tried ? 
 Is he not man, for whom the Saviour died ? 
 Belie the Negro's powers : in headlong will, 
 Christian ! thy brother thou shalt prove him still : 
 Belie his virtues ; since his wrongs began, 
 His follies and his crimes have stamped him man. 
 
 J. Montgomery, 
 
 For God, who made this teeming earth so full, 
 And made the proud dependent on the dull 
 The strong upon the weak, thereby would show 
 One common bond should link us all below. 
 
 Mrs Norton. 
 If I were a voice, a convincing voice, 
 
 I 'd travel with the wind, 
 And wherever I saw the nations torn 
 By warfare, jealousy, or scorn, 
 
 Or hatred of their kind, 
 I' d fly, I' d fly, on the thunder crash, 
 And into their blinded bosoms flash; 
 And all their evil thoughts subdued, 
 I* d teach them Christian Brotherhood. 
 
 C. Mackay.
 
 CALAMITY. 97 
 
 CALAMITY. 
 
 THKY prevented me in the clay of my calamity: but the Lord was 
 my stay. II. Samuel, xxii. 19. 
 
 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in 
 the balances together! Job, vi. 2. 
 
 Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me : for my soul 
 trusteth in thee : yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my 
 refuge, until thesa calamities be overpast. Psalm Ivii. 1. 
 
 He that is glad a* calamities shall not be unpunished. Proverbs, 
 xvii. 5. 
 
 STKICT necessity 
 
 Subdues me, and calamitous constraint ! 
 Lest in my hand both sin and punishment, 
 However insupportable, be all 
 Devolved. Milton. 
 
 Much rather I shall choose 
 To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest 
 To be in that calamitous prison left. Milton. 
 
 From adverse shores in safety let her hear 
 
 Foreign calamity, and distant war; 
 
 Of which, great heav'n, let her no portion bear. 
 
 Prior. 
 
 Friends counsel quick dismission of our grief; 
 Mistaken kindness ! Our hearts heal too soon, 
 Are they more kind than He who struck the blow ? 
 Who bids it do His errand in our hearts, 
 And banish peace till nobler guests arrive, 
 And bring it back, a true and endless peace? 
 Calamities are friends. Young. 
 
 When great calamities afflict the soul, 
 
 Then, God of Mercy, then, we cry to Thee! 
 
 Thou the physician art to make us whole ; 
 Thou art the help in our calamity. 
 
 But when the clouds of grief be overpast, 
 And we may bask in sunshine once again, 
 
 Then praise and prayer become a weary task; 
 
 Thee we forget, and so neglect to ask 
 
 The aid we implored amid our grief and pain. 
 
 Calamities are links of that bright chain 
 
 Of love divine around us ever cast, 
 
 Weaning us from the world, and all things light and 
 vain. Egone. 
 
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 98 CALMNESS. 
 
 CALMNESS. 
 
 THEN said they unto him. What shall we do unto thee. that the 
 gea may bo calm unto us? for the sea wrought. :m<l was temix'stuous. 
 
 And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the 
 sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you: for I know that for in 
 this great tempest is upon you. 
 
 So they took up Jonah, and cast him forth into the sea : and the 
 sea ceased from her raging. Jonah, i. 11, 12. 1"). 
 
 As they sailed he fell asleep : and there came down a storm of wind 
 on the lake; and they were tilled with water, and were in jeopardy. 
 
 And they came to him, and awoke him. saying, Muster, mast 
 perish! Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging 
 water: and they ceased, and there was a mlm. Luke. viii. '-.'-. 
 
 BE calm in arguing for fierceness makes 
 
 Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. 
 
 Why should I feel another man's mistakes, 
 
 More than his sicknesses or poverty ? 
 In love I should, but anger is not love, 
 Nor wisdom neither : therefore gently move 
 
 Calmness is great advantage he that lets 
 
 Another chafe, may warm him at his fire, 
 
 Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets, 
 
 As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire. 
 
 Truth dwells not in the clouds : the bow that ' there 
 Doth often aim at, never hit the sphere. Herbert. 
 
 There is a calm the poor in spirit know, 
 That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe ; 
 There is a peace that dwells within the breast. 
 When all without is stormy and distrest ; 
 There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, 
 When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower : 
 That calm is faith, and hope and love is given ; 
 That peace remains when all beside is riven, 
 That light shines down to man direct from heaven. 
 
 James Edmestou. 
 
 The roaring tumult of the billowed sea 
 Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, 
 Now heaved, his locks flowed streaming to the blast : 
 And now descending, 'tween the sheltering 
 The falling tresses veil the face divine : 
 Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam, 
 Benignant shines ; he dreams that he beholds
 
 CALMNESS. 99 
 
 The opening eyes, that hopeless long had rolled 
 
 In darkness, look aronnd bedimmed with tears 
 
 Of joy ; but suddenly the voice of fear 
 
 Dispelled the happy vision. Awful he rose, 
 
 Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, 
 
 "Peace, be thou still !" and straight there was a calm. 
 
 With terror-mingled gladness in their looks, 
 
 The mariners exclaim "What man is this, 
 
 That even the wind and sea obey his voice?" 
 
 Grahams. 
 
 Earth has not anything to show more fair ! 
 
 Dull would he be of soul who could pass by 
 
 A sight so touching in its majesty ! 
 This city now doth like a garment wear 
 The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, 
 
 Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie 
 
 Open unto the fields and to the sky 
 All bright and glittering in the smokeless air, 
 Never did sun more beautifully steep 
 
 In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ; 
 Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! 
 
 The river glideth at its own sweet will ; 
 Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; 
 
 And all that mighty heart is lying still. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Like a frail bark upon an angry sea 
 
 Is man, o'erburdened with a weight of sin ; 
 
 Tossed to and fro, and like to perish, he 
 
 Seeks how he best may 'scape, and safety win : 
 What trembling Jonah is it hides within, 
 
 That from the Lord would vainly strive to flee P 
 Seek till ye find him, straight the quest begin ! 
 
 And cast him forth that ye may lightened be. 
 
 Then with a prayer approach the throne of grace, 
 The Saviour's with thee, though he seems to sleep ; 
 
 Have ye but faith, and wait a little space, 
 He will arise, and say unto the deep 
 
 "Be still!" The waves will sink, like your alarm, 
 
 O'er troubled heart and soul will come a mighty calm. 
 
 Eyone.
 
 100 CALVAEY. 
 
 CALVARY. 
 
 AND when they were come to the place which is called Calvary, 
 there they crucified him. Luke, xxiii. 33. 
 
 O CALVAEY ! how blessed are thy borders, 
 
 More holy than God's sanctuary mount, 
 
 Of whose high praise be Angels the recorders ; 
 
 But grateful Man thy praises shall recount, 
 
 There Jesus is adored, but here he died ! 
 
 O Calvary ! that road is as a fount, 
 
 Whence with a sanguine stream thou art supplied, 
 
 Yet healing as Bethesda. Calvary! J. A. Heraud. 
 
 From Calvary a cry was heard, 
 
 A long reiterated cry ; 
 My Saviour's every mournful word 
 
 Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 
 
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 Let the dumb world her silence break ; 
 
 Let pealing anthems rend the sky ! 
 Awake, my sluggish soul, awake ! 
 
 He died, that we may never die. 
 
 Cunningham. 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 
 God descend in Majesty, 
 To proclaim His holy law, 
 All my spirit sinks with awe. 
 
 When, in ecstacy sublime, 
 Tabor's glorious steep I climb, 
 At the too transporting light, 
 Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 
 
 When on Calvary I rest, 
 God, in flesh made manifest, 
 Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
 Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 
 
 Here I would for ever stay, 
 
 Weep and gaze my soul away ; 
 
 Thou art heaven on earth to me, 
 
 Lovely, mournful Calvary. J. Montgomery.
 
 CANAAN. 
 
 101 
 
 CANAAN. 
 
 AND I have also established my covenant with them, to give them 
 the land of Canaan, the land of their pilgrimage, wherein they were 
 strangers. Exodus, vi. 4. 
 
 Behold the land of Canaan, which I give unto the children of Israel 
 for a possession. Deuteronomy, xxxii. 49. 
 
 Unto thee will I give the land of Canaan, the lot of your inheritance. 
 I. Chronicles, xvi. 18. 
 
 O ! COULD we make our doubts remove 
 
 Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
 And see the Canaan that we love, 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes. 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er ; 
 Nor Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. Watts. 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 O the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields, arrayed in living green, 
 
 And rivers of delight. 
 All o'er those wide extended plains, 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God the Son for ever reigns, 
 
 And scatters night away. 
 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And be for ever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 
 And in his bosom rest ? Stennet. 
 
 Tell me, where is the promised land 
 
 The Canaan of our earthly hopes, 
 Where Peace and Joy go hand in hand, 
 
 By sparkling streams, and flowery slopes ? 
 It may be far, it may be near, 
 
 Oh, Pilgrim, faith must be thy guide 
 Across the desert wild and drear, 
 
 And o'er the Jordan's swelling tide. Egone.
 
 102 CAPTIVITY. 
 
 CAPTIVITY. 
 
 BY the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we 
 remembered Zion. 
 
 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. 
 
 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song, 
 saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. 
 
 How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ? Psalm cxxxvii. 
 1, 2, 3, 4. 
 
 The Lord their God shall visit them, and turn away their i-nptivitii. 
 Zephaniah, ii. 7. 
 
 That they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil who 
 are taken captive by him at his will. II. Timothy, ii. 26. 
 
 He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity. Revelations, 
 xiii. 10. 
 
 WE sat by Babel's waters ; and our tears 
 Mingled in silence with the silent stream ; 
 
 For, oh ! our hearts went back to happier years, 
 And brighter scenes, that faded like a dream. 
 
 Our harps, neglected, hung upon the trees, 
 
 That threw their shadows o'er the wave's dark rest, 
 
 And sighed, responsive to each passing breeze 
 That stirred a ripple on its slumbering breast. 
 
 But they who led us captive touched the string, 
 And waked its music with unhallowed hand, 
 
 And mocking all our sadness bade us sing 
 The song of Zion in a foreign land. 
 
 Oh ! never, never ! hushed be now its strains, 
 Far, far away her exiled children roam ; 
 
 And never will they sound on other plains, 
 The holy music of their native home. 
 
 T. K. Hervey. 
 
 Thousands of Angels at Thy gate, 
 
 And great archangels stand, 
 And twenty thousand chariots wait, 
 
 Great Lord, Thy dread command ! 
 Through all Thy great, Thy vast domain, 
 
 With Godlike honours clad, 
 Captivity in captive chains 
 
 Triumphing Thou hast led. Mickle.
 
 103 
 
 CARE CAEEFUL. 
 
 AND the cares of this world, and the deceitfulness of riches, and the 
 lusts of other things entering in, choke the word, and it becometh un- 
 fruitful. -- Mark, iv. 19. 
 
 That there should be no schism in the body ; but that the members 
 should have the same care one for another. I. Corinthians, xii. 2~>. 
 
 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and suppli- 
 cation with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto 
 God. Philippians, iv. 6. 
 
 Casting all your can- uixm him ; for he curetlt for you. I. Peter, 
 v. 7. 
 
 ESTEEM none happy by their outward air ; 
 All have their portion of allotted care, 
 Though wisdom wears the semblance of content, 
 When the full heart with agony is rent, 
 Secludes its anguish from the public view, 
 And by secluding, learns to conquer too ; 
 Denied the fond indulgence to complain, 
 The aching heart its peace may best regain. 
 By love directed, and in mercy meant, 
 Are trials suffer'd, and afflictions sent ; 
 To stem imperious passion's furious tide, 
 To curb the insolence of prosperous pride, 
 To wean from earth, and bid our wishes soar 
 To that blest clime where pain shall be no more ; 
 Where wearied virtue shall for refuge fly, 
 And every tear be wiped from every eye. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 
 The insect that with puny wing, 
 
 Just shoots along one summer ray ; 
 The flow'ret, which the breath of spring 
 
 Wakes into life for half a day. 
 The smallest mote, the tenderest hair, 
 All feel our heavenly Father's care. 
 
 E'en from the glories of His throne, 
 
 He bends to view this earthly ball ; 
 Sees all as if that all were one, 
 
 Loves as if that one were all ; 
 Rolls the swift planets in their spheres, 
 And counts the sinner's lonely tears. 
 
 Cunningham.
 
 104 CARE. 
 
 Will then the merciful Oue, who stamped our race 
 With his own image, and who gave them sway 
 O'er earth, and the glad dwellers on her face, 
 Now that our flourishing nations far away 
 Are spread, where'er the moist earth drinks the day, 
 Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed 
 His latest offspring? will he quench the ray 
 Infused by his own forming smile at first, 
 And leave a work so fair all blighted and accursed ? 
 
 Oh, no ! a thousand cheerful omens give 
 Hope of yet happier days whose dawn is nigh. 
 He who has tamed the elements, shall not live 
 The slave of his own passions ; he whose eye 
 Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky, 
 And in the abyss of brightness dares to span 
 The sun's broad circle, rising yet more high, 
 In God's magnificent works his will shall scan 
 And love and peace shall make their paradise with man. 
 
 W. C. Bryant. 
 Father of earth and heaven, 
 
 Whose arm upholds creation, 
 To thee we raise the voice of praise, 
 
 And bend in adoration. 
 We praise the Power that made us, 
 
 We praise the love that blesses, 
 While every day that rolls away, 
 Thy gracious care confesses. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun. 
 Faithful servant of the Lord, 
 Sower of the gracious Word, 
 Scattering thy seed abroad, 
 
 Much of it will fall, and sink 
 Where the cattle come to drink, 
 Trodden in the river's brink ; 
 
 Much of it on bogs unsound, 
 Much on hard and stony ground, 
 Much where thorns and briers abound. 
 
 In the path of daily life 
 
 Worldly cares, like thorns, are rife, 
 
 Ever with the word at strife. Egone.
 
 CHANGE. 105 
 
 CHANGE. 
 
 BKCAUSK they have no changes, therefore they fear not God. Psalm 
 Jv. 19. 
 
 My son, fear thou the Lord and the king : and meddle not with 
 them that are given to change. Proverbs, xxiv. 21. 
 
 For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are 
 not consumed. Malachi, iii. 6. 
 
 Behold, I shew you a mystery ; We shall not all sleep, but we shall 
 all be changed. I. Corinthians, xv. 51. 
 
 EMBLEM of life ! see changeful April sail 
 In varying vest along the shadowy skies, 
 Now bidding summer's stormy zephyrs rise, 
 
 Auon, recalling winter's softest gale, 
 
 A iid pouring from the cloud her sudden hail ; 
 
 Then, smiling through the tear that dims her eyes, 
 While Iris with her braid the welkin dyes, 
 
 Promise of sunshine, not so prone to fail. 
 
 So to us sojourners in life's low vale, 
 The smiles of fortune natter to deceive, 
 While still the fates the web of misery weave ; 
 
 So hope exultant spreads her airy sail, 
 And from the present gloom the soul conveys 
 To distant summers, and far happier days. 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
 Still on its march, unnoticed and unfelt, 
 
 Moves on our being. We do live and breathe, 
 
 And we are gone. The spoiler heeds us not. 
 
 We have our spring-time and our rottenness ; 
 
 And as we fall, another race succeeds, 
 
 To perish likewise Meanwhile nature smiles 
 
 The seasons run their round the sun fulfils 
 
 His annual course and heaven and earth remain 
 
 Still changing, yet unchang'd still doomed to feel 
 
 Endless mutation in perpetual rest. H. K. White. 
 
 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 
 
 Deceitfully goes forth the morn ; 
 Not seldom, evening in the west, 
 
 Sinks smilingly forsworn.
 
 106 CHANGE. 
 
 The smoothest seas will sometimes prove 
 
 To the confiding bark untrue ; 
 And if she trust the stars above, 
 
 They can be treacherous too. 
 The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread, 
 
 Full oft when storms the welkin rend, 
 Draws lightening down upon the head 
 
 It promised to defend. 
 But Thou art true, incarnate Lord ! 
 
 Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ; 
 Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word 
 
 No change can falsify. 
 I bent before Thy gracious throne, 
 
 And asked for peace with suppliant knee ; 
 And peace was given, nor peace alone, 
 
 But faith, and hope, and ecstacy ! Wordsivorth. 
 
 Of chance, or change, O let not man complain, 
 Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; 
 
 For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain 
 liears the lone cottage in the silent dale, 
 All feel the assault of fortune's fickle gale ; 
 
 Art, empire, earth itself, to change are doomed ; 
 
 Earthquakes have raised to heaven the humble vale, 
 
 And gulfs the mountain's mighty mass entombed, 
 
 And where the Atlantic rolls, wide continents have 
 bloomed. Seattle. 
 
 The day was dark and stormy ; but the night 
 
 Dawns into brightness, and the silvery moon 
 Pours over sea and land her urn of light, 
 
 Making of midnight a most pleasant noon. 
 The autumn blasts were withering, and their blight 
 
 Brought desolation : but a richer boon 
 The balmy showers and breathing zephyrs bring ; 
 And the cold earth, fanned by the breath of spring, 
 
 Again shall start into luxuriant life, 
 Deformity and beauty storm and calm 
 The day-dawn and the darkness quiet and calm 
 
 Throughout all nature, mix and mingle rife. 
 Then why should man expect a fixed state, 
 Where all is change or shrink beneath his fate ? 
 
 A. Bet/tune.
 
 107 
 
 CHARITY. 
 
 CHARITY suffereth long and is kind ; charity envieth not ; charity 
 vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 
 
 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily 
 provoked, thinketh no evil ; 
 
 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth ; 
 
 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, enduretli 
 all things. 
 
 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three ; but the greatest 
 of these is charity. I. Corinthians, xiii. 4, 5, 6, 7, 18. 
 
 Above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfect- 
 ness. Colossians, iii. 14. 
 
 Now the end of the commandment is charity. I. Timothy, i. 5. 
 
 Above all things have fervent charity among yourselves ; for charily 
 shall cover the multitude of sins. I. Peter, iv. 8. 
 
 ATTAIN the sum 
 
 Of Wisdom ; hope no higher, though all the stars 
 Thou knew'st by name, and all the ethereal powers, 
 All secrets of the deep, all Nature's works, 
 Or works of God in heaven, air, earth, and sea, 
 And all the riches of the world enjoy edst, 
 And all the rule, one empire ; only add 
 Deeds to thy knowledge answerable ; add faith, 
 Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, 
 By name to some called charity, the soul 
 Of all the rest. Milton. 
 
 Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue 
 Than ever man pronounced, or angel sung ; 
 Had I all knowledge, human and divine, 
 That thought can reach, or Science can define ; 
 And had I power to give that knowledge birth 
 Tn all the speeches of the babbling earth ; 
 Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire, 
 To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire : 
 Or had I faith like that which Israel saw, 
 When Moses gave them miracles and law ; 
 Yet gracious Charity, indulgent guest, 
 Were not thy power exerted in my breast. 
 Those speeches would send up unheeded prayer, 
 That scorn of life would be but wild despair ;
 
 108 CHARITY. 
 
 A tymbal's sound were better than my voice ; 
 My faith were form ; my eloquence were noise. 
 
 ****** 
 Each other gift, which God on man bestows, 
 Its proper bounds and due restriction knows, 
 To one fixt purpose dedicates its power, 
 And finishing its act, exists no more. 
 Thus in obedience to what heaven decrees, 
 Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy decrease, 
 But lasting Charity s more ample sway, 
 Ne'er bound by time, nor subject to decay, 
 In happy triumph shall for ever live, 
 And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. 
 
 Prior. 
 
 Here see, acquitted of all vain pretence, 
 The reign of genuine charity commence. 
 Though scorn repay her sympathetic tears, 
 She still is kind and still she perseveres ; 
 The truth she loves a sightless world blaspheme, 
 'T is childish dotage, a delirious dream ; 
 The danger they discern not, they deny ; 
 Laugh at their only remedy, and die. 
 But still a soul thus touch'd can never cease, 
 "Whoever threatens war, to speak of peace. 
 Pure in her aim, and in her temper mild, 
 Her wisdom seems the weakness of a child : 
 She makes excuses where she might condemn, 
 Reviled by those that hate her, prays for them ; 
 Suspicion lurks not in her artless breast, 
 The worst suggested, she believes the best ; 
 Not soon provoked, however stung and teazed, 
 And if perhaps made angry, soon appeased, 
 She rather waives than will dispute her right, 
 A ad, injured, makes forgiveness her delight. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Man is dear to man ; the poorest poor 
 Long for some moments in a weary life, 
 When they can know and feel what they have been ; 
 Themselves the fathers and the dealers out 
 Of some small blessings, have been kind to such 
 As needed kindness, for this single cause 
 That we have all of us one human heart.
 
 CHARITY. 109 
 
 Such pleasure is to one kind being known, 
 
 My neighbour, when with punctual care, each week 
 
 Duly as Friday comes, though press'd herself 
 
 By all her wants, she from her store of meal 
 
 Takes one unsparing handful for the scrip 
 
 Of this old mendicant, and from her door 
 
 Returning with exhilarated heart, 
 
 Sits by her fire, and builds her hope in heaven. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Gentle reader, see in me, 
 
 An emblem of true charity ; 
 
 That while my bounty I bestow, 
 
 I 'm neither heard nor seen to flow ; 
 
 And I have fresh supplies from heaven 
 
 For every cup of water given. 
 
 Bishop Hoadly, on a Spring. 
 
 Were we as rich in charity of deed 
 As gold what rock would bloom not with the seed ? 
 We give our alms, and cry "What can we more?" 
 One hour of time were worth a load of ore ! 
 Give to the ignorant our wisdom ! give 
 Sorrow our comfort ! lend to those who live 
 In crime, the counsels of our virtue ! share 
 With souls our souls, and Satan shall despair ! 
 Alas ! what converts one man, who would take 
 The cross, and staff, and house with Guilt, could make ! 
 ****** 
 
 Search the material tribes of earth, sea, air, 
 And the fierce SELF, which strives and slays, is there ; 
 What but that SELF to man doth Nature teach? 
 Where the charmed link that binds the all to each ? 
 Where the sweet law, (doth Nature boast its birth ?) 
 "Good will to man, and charity on earth?" 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 What though to poverty's imploring voice 
 I give my earthly goods ; though to the pile 
 I yield my body, if thy genuine love 
 Inspire not, this alike is void and vain. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Ihou, mild and gentle nature, art estranged 
 From envy, hatred, insolence, or pride ;
 
 110 CHARITY. 
 
 Thou seekest not thy own, but others' weal ; 
 Slow to reprove, but studious to applaud, 
 And from the eyes of malice to conceal 
 The weakness thou lamentest to behold : 
 For thou of each forgiv'st and hop'st the best, 
 Forbearing and forgiving every ill. 
 
 # * * * * * 
 
 The time shall come when prophecy itself, 
 
 And all the knowledge which exalts mankind, 
 
 Shall lose their use ; these, while the state of man 
 
 In imperfection lies, by Heaven are made 
 
 To compass ends sublime ; but when that state 
 
 Imperfect, for perfection shall be changed, 
 
 Shall fade away, and boast that use no more. 
 
 But, subject to no change, through endless time 
 
 Shall Faith, and Hope, and Charity endure ; 
 
 And thou, O Charity, of these the chief, 
 
 In high pre-eminence shalt ever reign ! C. P. l.ayard. 
 
 The consciousness of wrong, in wills not evil 
 
 Brings charity. Leigh Hunt. 
 
 When prophecies shall fail, 
 
 When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is no more, 
 And the Great Day is come, thou by the throne 
 Shalt sit triumphant. Glynn. 
 
 "Chief grace below, and all in all above !" 
 What shall I call thee ? Charity or Love ? 
 Thy name is bliss'; for let but grace remove 
 The Serpent, Selfishness, and lo ! the Dove, 
 Cover'd with silver wings, or plumes of gold,* 
 Enters the rescued heart, and keeps her hold : 
 Then love to God on high, good will to men, 
 With all the gentle virtues in their train, 
 Flourish together, and together prove 
 That bliss is but another name for Love ! 
 Blest affluence of that bright flame that glows 
 Amid the Seraphim, "in burning rows," 
 Fill my whole soul ! since who has most of Love, 
 Knows most of Heaven, and of the joys above. 
 
 ivahn Kviii. 13. Mary Milner.
 
 CHARGE. Ill 
 
 CHAKGE. 
 
 THK Lord spake unto Moses and unto Aaron, and gave them a 
 charge unto the children of Israel. Exodus, vi. 13. 
 
 He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy 
 ways. Psalin xci. 11. 
 
 Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect. It is God 
 that justifieth. Romans, viii. 33. 
 
 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 
 A God to glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 O may it all my powers engage 
 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And Oh ! thy servant Lord prepare, 
 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 Assured if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall for ever die. Wesley. 
 
 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
 
 Thou on God hast set thy love, 
 With the wings of His protection, 
 
 He will shield thee from above : 
 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 
 
 He will hearken, He will save, 
 Here for grief reward thee double, 
 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 He shall charge His angel legions 
 
 Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, 
 Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
 
 Though in desert wilds thou sleep ; 
 On the lion vainly roaring, 
 
 On his young, thy foot shall tread, 
 And, the dragon's den exploring, 
 
 Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head. 
 
 /. Montgomery.
 
 CHASTENING. 
 
 CHASTENING. 
 
 O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither clianlm me in thy 
 hot displeasure. Psalm vi. 1. 
 
 Blessed is the man whom tlmu <-/i<ixti-n?.<t. Lord, and teachest him 
 out of thy law. Psalm iciv. 12. 
 
 Whom the Lord loveth he cliaxti-m'tli, and scourgeth every son whom 
 he receiveth. Hebrews, xii. 6. 
 
 O KEEP up life and peace within, 
 
 If I must feel thy chastening rod ! 
 Yet kill not me, but kill my sin ; 
 
 And let me know Thou art my God. 
 O give my soul some sweet foretaste 
 Of that which I shall shortly see ! 
 Let faith and love cry to the last, 
 
 "Come, Lord, I trust myself with Thee !" 
 
 Baxter. 
 
 When urged by strong temptation to the brink 
 Of guilt and ruin, stands the virtuous mind 
 With scarce a step between ; all-pitying Heaven, 
 Severe in mercy, chastening in its love, 
 Ofttimes in dark and awful visitation, 
 Doth interpose, and call the wanderer back 
 To the straight path, to be for ever after 
 A firm, undaunted, onward-bearing traveller, 
 Strong in humility, who swerves no more. 
 
 Joanna Baillie. 
 
 So, Christian ! though gloomy and sad be thy days, 
 And the tempest of sorrow encompass thee black ; 
 Though no sunshine of promise or hope sheds its rays 
 
 To illumine and cheer thy life's desolate track : 
 Though thy soul writhes in anguish, and bitter tears 
 
 flow 
 O'er the wreck of fond joys from thy bleeding heart 
 
 riven, 
 Check thy murmuring sorrows, thou lorn one, and 
 
 know 
 That the chastened on earth are the purest for 
 
 Heaven ; 
 
 And remember, though gloomy thy present may be, 
 That "the Master is coming," and coming to thee. 
 
 S. D. Patterson.
 
 113 
 
 CHERUB SERAPH. 
 
 G-lVK ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock ; 
 thou that dwellest between the cfierubims, shine forth. Psalm Ixxx. 1. 
 
 I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up 
 
 Above it stood the seraphims And one cried unto another, and 
 
 said. Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts : the whole earth is full of 
 his glory. -Isaiah, vi. 1, 2, 3. 
 
 And the sound of the cherubim* \vintrs was heard even to the outer 
 court, as the voioe of the Almighty God when he speaketh. Ezekiel, x. 5. 
 
 THOU shepherd that doth Israel keep, 
 Give ear in time of need, 
 
 Who leadeth like a flock of sheep 
 Thy loved of Joseph's seed ; 
 
 That sitt'st between the cherubs bright- 
 Between their wings outspread, 
 
 Shine forth, and from Thy cloud give light, 
 
 And on Thy foes Thy dread. Milton. 
 
 The Lord descended from above, 
 
 And bowed the heavens most high ; 
 And underneath His feet He cast 
 
 The darkness of the sky. 
 On cherub and on cherubim 
 
 Full royally He rode ; 
 And on the wings of mighty winds 
 
 Came flying all abroad. Sternhold^ 
 
 High on a throne of burnish'd gold, 
 
 With rays of Godhead crown'd, 
 Jehovah sat ; His thunders roll'd, 
 
 And glory sparkled round. 
 His flowing train, of glittering white, 
 
 The spacious temple fill'd ; 
 The angels, dazzled at the sight, 
 
 With wings their faces veil'd. 
 Around the throne, in burning row. 
 
 The six-winged seraphs stood ; 
 While millions, flying to and fro, 
 
 Tun'd all their harps to God. 
 Thrice holy, holy, Lord, they cry, 
 
 The God of Sabaoth 's Thou ; 
 Thy glory fills the worlds on high, 
 
 And fills the world below. Cowper,
 
 114 CHILDHOOD. 
 
 CHILDHOOD INFANCY. 
 
 VERILY I say unto you, except ye be converted, and become as little 
 c/i! lil ri'ii, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Matthew, 
 xviii. 3. 
 
 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones ; for I say unto 
 you, That in Heaven their angels do always behold the face of my 
 Father which is in Heaven. Matthew, xviii. 10. 
 
 Have ye never read, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 
 hast perfected praise ? Matthew, xxi. 16. 
 
 And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them : 
 but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them. 
 
 But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to 
 come unto me, and forbid them not ; for of such is the kingdom of 
 God. Luke, xviii. IS, 10. 
 
 WHEN little tripping children follow God, 
 
 And leave old doting sinners to his rod, 
 
 'T is like those days wherein the young ones cried, 
 
 Hosanna ! while the old ones did deride. Bunyan. 
 
 At his first aptness the maternal love 
 
 Those rudiments of wisdom did improve ; 
 
 The tender age was pliant to command ; 
 
 Like wax it yielded to the forming hand : 
 
 True to the artificer, the laboured mind 
 
 With ease was pious, generous, just, and kind ; 
 
 Soft for impression, from the first prepared, 
 
 Till virtue, with long exercise, grew hard ; 
 
 With every act confirmed and made at last, 
 
 So durable as not to be effaced, 
 
 It turned to habit; and from vices free, 
 
 Goodness resolved into necessity. Dryden. 
 
 The child between her parents knelt, 
 
 Who prayed the more to God above, 
 Because so close to them they felt 
 
 The dearest gift of Heavenly love 
 
 ****** 
 
 To her new beauty largely given 
 
 From deeper fountains, looked and smiled, 
 
 And, like a morning dream from heaven, 
 The woman gleamed within the child. 
 
 John Sterling
 
 CHILDHOOD. 
 
 O ! how I love the prattling of that child, 
 
 Frisking so blithely in its nurse's hand ! ' 
 Fair as her face who first in Eden smiled, 
 
 Ere blissful innocence had left the land ! 
 Thy dimpled cheeks remind me of a time, 
 
 When first I ventured on life's thorny way ! 
 May no false joys consume thy early prime, 
 
 No friend mislead thee, and no friend betray ; 
 Thy bark, like mine, is on a rocky sea ; 
 
 For life 's a voyage far from shore to shore, 
 No resting-place, unless thine anchor be 
 
 The hope of glory when the course is o'er ; 
 Blest hope for thee, just entering into bloom, 
 Thrice blessed hope for me just hast'ning to the tomb. 
 
 J. Mayne. 
 
 "Suffer these little ones to come to me," 
 
 Was the command of Him who, on the cross, 
 
 Bowed His anointed head, and with His blood 
 
 Purchased redemption for our fallen race 
 
 And blessed they, who to that holy task 
 
 Devote the energies of their young years, 
 
 Teaching, with pious care, the dawning light 
 
 Of infant intellect to know the Lord. C. Huntingdon. 
 
 The life that makes the heart to beat, 
 
 The light that from the heavens doth shine, 
 My daily strength, the bread I eat, ' 
 
 All, all, great Lord of Life, are thine. 
 Then let me seek Thee daily, Lord, 
 
 At morn, at noontide, and at even ; 
 And do Thy will, and know Thy word, 
 
 That I may be Thy child in heaven ! W. Martin. 
 
 I remember, I remember] 
 
 The fir-trees dark and high, 
 I used to think their tiny tops 
 
 Were close against the sky : 
 It was a childish ignorance, 
 
 But now 'tis little joy, 
 To know I'm farther off from heaven 
 
 Than when I was a boy ! T. Hood.
 
 116 CHILDHOOD. 
 
 Blessed Jesus ever loved to trace 
 The innocent brightness of an infant's face ; 
 
 He raised them in His holy arms ; 
 He blessed them from the world and all its harms : 
 
 Heirs though they were of sin and shame, 
 He blessed them in His own, and in His Father's 
 Name. Keble. 
 
 Christian ! thy dream is now it was not then : 
 
 O, it were strange if childhood were a dream. 
 Strife, and the world, are dreams : to wakeful men 
 
 Childhood and home as jealous angels seem : 
 Like shapes and hues that play in clouds at even, 
 
 They have but shifted from Thee into Heaven ! 
 
 F. W. Faber. 
 Something divine about an Infant seems 
 
 To them, who watch it in that holy light 
 Of meaning, caught from these celestial .words 
 Of Christ " Forbid them not, but let them come." 
 Fresh buds of being ! beautiful as frail. 
 Types of that kingdom which our souls profess 
 To enter ! Symbols of that docile love 
 And meek compliancy of creed and mind, 
 Which Heaven hath canonized, and for its own 
 Acknowledged, well may thoughtful hearts perceive 
 A mystery, beyond mere nature's law, 
 Around them girdled like a moral zone. 
 
 It. ^Montgomery, 
 
 Death found strange beauty on that polished brow, 
 
 And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose 
 
 On cheek and lip. He touched the veins with ice, 
 
 And the rose faded. Forth from those blue eyes 
 
 There spake a wishful tenderness a doubt 
 
 Whether to grieve or sleep which innocence 
 
 Alone may wear. With ruthless hand he bound 
 
 The silken fringes of those curtaining lids 
 
 For ever. There had been a murmuring sound 
 
 With which the babe would claim its mother's ear, 
 
 Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set 
 
 The seal of silence. But there beamed a smile 
 
 So fixed, so holy, from that cherub brow, 
 
 Death gazed, and left it there. He dared not steal 
 
 The signet-ring of heaven. L. H. Sigoumey.
 
 CHILDHOOD. 117 
 
 Child, there is One, the High above all Height, 
 
 Who doth not scorn thee 
 Ever, from Him, may beams of Heavenly light 
 
 Comfort but warn thee 
 
 That from youth's innocence each proud removal 
 Is a departure from His best approval. 
 
 H. H. Weld. 
 
 The Lord of Heaven, who, from his throne above, 
 Governs the universe, yet deigns to hear 
 The praise which from the mouths of sucklings flows, 
 And from the lisping babe ordaineth strength. 
 
 C. P. Layard. 
 
 There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes, . 
 
 For her new-born infant beside her lies. 
 
 O, hour of bliss ! when the heart o'erflows 
 
 With rapture a mother only knows. 
 
 Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer ; 
 
 Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun. 
 
 How soft and fresh he breathes ! 
 Look, he is dreaming ! Visions sure of joy 
 Are gladdening his rest ; and ah, who knows 
 But waiting angels do converse in sleep 
 With babes like this ! Arthur G. Coxe. 
 
 Little children, not alone 
 
 On the wide earth are ye thrown, 
 
 'Mid its labour and its cares ; 
 
 'Mid its sufferings and its snares, 
 
 Free from sorrow, free from strife, 
 
 In the world of love and life, 
 
 Where no sinful thing has trod 
 
 In the presence of our God ! 
 
 Spotless, blameless, glorified, 
 
 Little children, ye abide ! Mary Howitt. 
 
 How oft, heart-sick and sore, 
 I 've wished I were, once more, 
 
 A little child ! Mrs. Southey.
 
 118 CHRIST. 
 
 CHKIST CHRISTMAS. 
 
 WE have heard out of the law that Christ abideth for ever. John, 
 xii. ;;4. 
 
 We preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling-block, and unto 
 the Greeks foolishness ; 
 
 But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the 
 power of God, and the wisdom of God. I. Corinthians, i. 23, 24. 
 
 We preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord. II. Corinthians, 
 iv. 5. 
 
 Christ is all, and in all. Colossians, iii. 11. 
 
 For even hereunto were ye called : because Christ also suffered for us, 
 leaving us an example, that ye should follow His steps ; 
 
 Who did no sin, neither was guile found in His mouth : 
 
 Who, when he was reviled, reviled not again ; when He suffered, He 
 threatened not ; but committed Himself to Him that judgeth righteously 
 I. Peter, ii. 21, 22, 23. 
 
 WITH force of arms we nothing can, 
 
 Full soon were we down-ridden ; 
 But for us fights the proper man, 
 
 Whom God himself hath bidden. 
 Ask ye, who is the same ? Christ Jesus is His name, 
 The Lord Zebaoth's Son, He, and no other one, 
 
 Shall conquer in the battle. Martin Luther. 
 
 Christ is a path, if any be misled ; 
 
 He is a robe, if any naked be ; 
 If any chance to hunger, He is bread ; 
 
 If any be a bondman, He is free ; 
 
 If any be but weak, how strong is he! 
 To dead men life he is ; to sick men health ; 
 To blind men sight ; and to the needy wealth; 
 A pleasure without loss, a pleasure without stealth. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 He that alone would wise and mighty be, 
 
 Commands that others love, as well as He. 
 
 Love as He loved! how can we soar so high? 
 
 He can add wings when He commands to fly. 
 
 Nor should we be with this command dismayed, 
 
 He that examples gives, will give His aid ; 
 
 For He took flesh, that where His precepts fail, 
 
 His practice as a pattern might prevail. Waller.
 
 CHRIST. 119 
 
 In what torn ship soever I embark, 
 
 That ship shall be an emblem of Thy ark ; 
 
 What sea soever shallow me, that flood 
 
 Shall be to me an emblem of Thy blood : 
 
 Though Thou with clouds of anger do disguise 
 
 Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes, 
 
 Which, though they turn away sometimes, 
 
 They never will despise. 
 I sacrifice this Island unto Thee, 
 And all whom I loved there, and who loved me ; 
 When I have put our seas 'twist them and me, 
 Put Thou Thy seas betwixt my sins and Thee : 
 As the tree's sap doth seek the root below 
 In winter, in my winter now I go 
 
 Where none but Thee, th' eternal root 
 
 Of true love, I may know. Dr. Donne, 
 
 Without Christ all gain is loss. 
 All hope despair, that stands not on his cross ; 
 Except the few his God may have impress'd, 
 A tenfold phrenzy seizes all the rest. Cowper, 
 
 Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in Thee ! 
 
 Eternal Thou, and everlasting we. 
 
 The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death : 
 
 In Christ I live ! in Christ I draw the breath 
 
 Of the true life ! Let then earth, sea, and sky 
 
 Make war against me ! on my front I show 
 
 Their mighty Master's seal. In vain they try 
 
 To end my life, that can but end its woe. 
 
 Is that a death-bed where the Christian lies ? 
 
 Yes ! but not his 't is death itself there dies. 
 
 S. T. Coleridge. 
 
 Heaven is within of magnitude immense ; 
 No human thought can its dimensions grasp ; 
 Yet heaven has but one door. Christ is the way 
 The only way to God. Whoever seeks 
 By other ways to enter, must, ashamed, 
 Confused, and disappointed, see too late 
 The gates of hell expanded to his view! 
 No other name is published under heaven, 
 Wherein salvation can be found, but His. Anon.
 
 120 CHBISTMAS. 
 
 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes 
 
 Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, 
 
 The bird of dawning singeth all night long : 
 
 And then they say no spirit walks abroad ; 
 
 The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike ; 
 
 No fairy tales; no witch has power to charm ; 
 
 So hallowed and so gracious is the time ! 
 
 Shalcspere. 
 
 Sweet rest ye, happie Christians, 
 
 'Tis earlie Christmas daye, 
 
 When Christ our Lord and Savioure 
 
 Became the sinner's staye. 
 
 Arise, and for such benefits 
 
 His precepts all obeye. 
 
 Joyful tidings let us singe, 
 
 Christ our refuge, Christ our kinge, 
 
 To hallowe Christmas daye. 
 
 In Judah's lands, in Bethlehem, 
 The lovelie babe was born, 
 Upon a manger poorlie laid, 
 On Christmas happie morn. 
 God speed ye, merrie gentlemen, 
 And Christian grace adorn. 
 Joyful tidings let us singe, 
 Christ our refuge, Christ our kinge, 
 To hallowe Christmas morn. 
 
 Stuart Farquharson. 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
 Lo ! the angelic host rejoices ; 
 
 Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 
 Listen to the wondrous story, 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of joy: 
 "Glory in the highest, glory! 
 
 Glory be to God most high ! 
 Christ is born, the Great Anointed, 
 
 Heaven and earth His praises sing ; 
 O receive whom God appointed, 
 
 For your Prophet, Priest, and King!" 
 
 Cawood.
 
 CHEISTIANITY. 121 
 
 CHEISTIANITY. 
 
 AND the disciples were called Christians first in Antioch. Acts, xi. 
 86. 
 
 Stand fast, therefore, in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us 
 free. Galatians, v. 1. 
 
 Walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called. Bphesians, 
 iv. 1. 
 
 Yet if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed ; but 
 let him glorify God on this behalf. I. Peter, iv. 16. 
 
 BUT for that contention and brave strife 
 The Christian hath to enjoy, the future life, 
 He were the wretchedest of the race of men ; 
 But as he soars at that, he bruiseth then 
 The serpent's head; gets above death and sin, 
 And, sure of Heaven, rides triumphing in. 
 
 Sen Jonson. 
 
 All faiths beside, or did by arms ascend ; 
 Or sense indulged has made mankind their friend : 
 This only doctrine does our lusts oppose ; 
 Unfed by nature's soil in which it grows ; 
 Cross to our interests, curbing sense and sin ; 
 Oppressed without and undermined within, 
 It thrives through pain, its own tormentors tires ; 
 And with a stubborn patience still aspires. 
 To what can reason such effects assign, 
 Transcending nature, but to laws divine, 
 Which in that sacred volume are contained, 
 Sufficient, clear, and for that use ordained ? 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Well hast thou fought 
 
 The better fight, who, singly, hast maintained 
 Against revolted multitudes the cause 
 Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; 
 And for the testimony of truth hast borne 
 Universal reproach, far worse to bear 
 Than violence. Milton. 
 
 A Christian is the highest style of man ; 
 
 And is there who the blessed cross wipes of 
 
 As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow ? 
 
 If angels tremble, 'tis at such a sight. Young.
 
 122 CHRISTIANITY. 
 
 O Antiock, them teacher of the world ! 
 
 From out thy portals passed the feet of those, 
 
 Who, banished and despised, have made thy name 
 
 The next in rank to proud Jerusalem. 
 
 Within thy gates the persecuted few, 
 
 Who dared to rally round the Holy Cross, 
 
 And worship Him whose sacred form it bore, 
 
 Were first called Christians. In thy sad conceit, 
 
 Thou mad'st a stigma of reproach and shame, 
 
 This noblest title of the sons of earth : 
 
 While, save for this, thy name were scarcely known, 
 
 Except among the mouldering vestiges 
 
 Of dim antiquity. So doth our God 
 
 Make all men's folly ever praise His name. 
 
 ./. L. Chester. 
 
 To be an humble follower of Him, 
 
 Who left the bliss of Heaven, to be for us 
 
 A man on earth in spotless virtue living 
 
 As man ne'er lived ; such words of comfort speaking, 
 
 To 'raise, and elevate, and cheer the heart, 
 
 As man ne'er spake ; and suffering poverty, 
 
 Contempt, and wrong, and pain, and death itself, 
 
 As man ne'er suffered. Joanna Baillie. 
 
 The Christians faith had many mysteries too. 
 The uncreated Holy Three in One ; 
 Divine Incarnate, Human in Divine ; 
 The inward call ; the Sanctifying Dew ; 
 Coming unseen, unseen departing thence ; 
 Anew creating all, and yet not heard ; 
 Compelling, yet not felt : mysterious these ; 
 Not that Jehovah to conceal them wished ; 
 Not that Religion wished. The Christian faith, 
 Unlike the timorous creeds of Pagan priest, 
 Was frank, stood forth to view, invited all 
 To prove, examine, search, investigate, 
 And gave herself a light to see her by. 
 Mysterious these because too large for eye 
 Of man, too long for human arm to mete. 
 
 Pollok.
 
 CHtTECH. 123 
 
 CHUECH. 
 
 WHATSOEVER thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in Heaven : 
 and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in Heaven. 
 Matthew, xvi. 19. 
 
 Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Matthew, 
 xxviii. 20. 
 
 So were the churches established in the faith, and increased in number 
 daily. Acts, xvi. 5. 
 
 And G-od hath set some in the church, first, apostles, secondarily, 
 prophets, thirdly, teachers. I. Corinthians, xii. 28. 
 
 And hath put all things under his feet, and gave him to be the head 
 over all things to the church, 
 
 Which is his body, the f illness of him that filleth all in all. Ephesians, 
 i. 22, 23. 
 
 Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it. Ephesians, 
 v. 25. 
 
 That thou mayest know how thou oughtest to behave thyself in the 
 house of God, which is the church of the living God, the pillar and 
 ground of the truth. I. Timothy, iii. 15. 
 
 Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of 
 some is. Hebrews, x. 25. 
 
 THE solemn scene 
 
 The sun, through storied panes, surveys with awe, 
 And bashfully withholds each bolder beam. Smart. 
 
 Think, when the bells do chime, 
 'T is angels' music ; therefore come not late. 
 God then deals blessings : if a king did so, 
 Who would not haste, nay give, to see the show ? 
 
 When once thy foot enters the church, be bare. 
 God is more there than thou : for thou art there 
 Only by His permission. Then beware ; 
 And make thyself all reverence and fear. 
 
 Kneeling ne'er spoil'd silk stocking. Quit thy state. 
 
 All equal are within the church's gate. 
 
 Resort to sermons, but to prayers most : 
 Praying 's the end of preaching. O be drest ; 
 Stay not for the other pin : why thou hast lost 
 A joy for it worth worlds. Thus hell doth jest 
 Away thy blessings, and extremely flout thee, 
 Thy clothes being fast, but thy soul loose about thee.
 
 124 CHUBCH. 
 
 In time of service seal up both thine eyes, 
 And send them to thy heart ; that spying sin, 
 They may weep out the stains by them did rise : 
 Those doors being shut, all by the ear comes in. 
 
 Who marks in church-time others' symmetry, 
 
 Makes all their beauty his deformity. 
 
 Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part ; 
 
 Bring not thy plots, thy plough, thy pleasure thither. 
 
 Christ purged His temple so must thou thy heart. 
 
 All worldly thoughts are but thieves met together 
 To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well, 
 For churches either are our heaven or hell. 
 
 George Herbert, 
 
 Dear is the ancient village church, which rears 
 By the lone yew, or lime, or elm-girt mound, 
 Its modest fabric : clear, and pleasant sound 
 Of bells, the grey embattled tower that wears 
 Of changeful hue the marks of bye-gone years, 
 Buttress, and porch, and arch with mazy round 
 Of curious feet or shapes fantastic crown'd ; 
 Tall pinnacles and mingled window tiers, 
 Norman, or misnamed Gothic. Fairer spot 
 Thou givest not, England, to the tasteful eye, 
 Nor to the heart more soothing. Blest their lot ! 
 
 Know they their bliss, who own their dwelling nigh 
 Such resting-place ; there by the world forgot, 
 In life to worship, and when dead to lie ! 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 Some there are 
 
 Who hold it meet to linger now at home, 
 And some o'er fields and the wide hills to roam, 
 And worship in the temple of the air ! 
 For me, not heedless of the lone address, 
 
 Nor slack to meet my Maker on the height, 
 By wood, or living stream ; yet not the less 
 
 Seek I His presence in each social rite 
 Of His own temple : that He deigns to bless, 
 There still He dwells, and that is His delight. 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 I love to hear the sound of holy bell, 
 And peaceful men, their praises lift to Heaven. 
 
 Joanna Baillie.
 
 CHURCH. 125 
 
 Clad in a robe of pure and spotless white, 
 
 The youthful bride, with timid steps, comes forth 
 To greet the hand to which she plights her troth, 
 
 Her soft eyes radiant with a strange delight. 
 
 The snowy veil which circles her around, 
 
 Shades the sweet face from every gazer's eye, 
 And thus enwrapt, she passes calmly by 
 
 Nor casts a look, but on the unconscious ground. 
 
 So should the Church, the bride elect of Heaven, 
 Remembering whom she goeth forth to meet, 
 And with a truth that cannot brook deceit, 
 
 Holding the faith which unto her is given 
 
 Pass through this world, which claims her for a 
 
 while, 
 Nor cast about her longing look nor smile. 
 
 Mrs. Neal. 
 
 Thy best type, Desire 
 Of the sad heart, the Heaven-ascending spire ! 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 To Thee the churches here rejoice, 
 
 The solemn organs aid the voice ; 
 
 To sacred roofs the sound we raise, 
 
 The sacred roofs re-sound Thy praise ; 
 
 And while our notes in one agree, 
 
 Oh ! bless the church that sings to Thee ! Parnell. 
 
 The Church of Christ, the school of grace, 
 
 The Spirit teaching by the Word ; 
 In these our Saviour's steps we trace, 
 
 By this His living voice is heard. J. Montgomery. 
 
 So shall her holy bounds increase, 
 With walls of praise and gates of peace ; 
 So shall the Vine which martyr tears 
 And blood sustained, in other years, 
 
 With fresher life be clothed upon ; 
 And to the world in beauty show 
 Like the rose-plant of Jericho, 
 
 And glorious as Lebanon. J. G-. Whittier.
 
 126 CHURCH. 
 
 O, prayer is good when many pour 
 Their voices in one solemn tone ; 
 Conning their sacred lessons o'er, 
 
 Or yeilding thanks for mercies shown. 
 'T is good to see the quiet train 
 
 Forget their worldly joy and care, 
 
 While loud response, and choral strain, 
 
 Re-echo in the House of Prayer. 
 
 Eliza Cook. 
 
 There is a Presence spiritually vast 
 Around Thy Church, arisen Saviour ! cast ; 
 A holy effluence, an unspoken awe, 
 A sanctity which carnal eye ne'er saw, 
 A pure, impalpable, almighty sense 
 Of peace, by reconciled Omnipotence, 
 That hallows, haunts, and makes a Christian mind 
 Rich in all grace, celestially refined : 
 Mere Nature's worshippers can never feel 
 The fulness of that high seraphic zeal 
 Which veileth all things with religious light, 
 And works unwearied in Jehovah's sight ; 
 Thought, dream, and action, ev'ry pulse of soul 
 The awe of Christ will solemnly control : 
 Girt by the Spirit, wheresoe'er they rove, 
 True faith is feeding on His breath of love. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 How sweetly wide this Sabbath morn 
 
 The chime of village bells is sent 
 O'er the hamlets, o'er the fields, 
 With Sabbath sunshine blent. 
 The noble hears and quits his hall 
 
 The peasant quits his cottage-home ; 
 All cheerfully, all pleasantly, 
 To church the people come. 
 They come from far-off heathy moors, 
 From lonely farms, from quiet dells, 
 Led strongly, irresistibly, 
 
 By the sweet chime of Sabbath bells. 
 Across the fields, across the green, 
 
 From shades emerge they to the light ; 
 And seen in groups, or singly seen, 
 
 It is a charming sight. Richard Hotvitf.
 
 127 
 
 CITY. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is mount Zion, 
 the city of the great King. Psalm xlviii. 2. 
 
 Except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. 
 Psalm cxxvii. 1. 
 
 Thou shalt be called The city of righteousness ; the faithful city. 
 Isaiah, i. 26. 
 
 How doth the city sit solitary that was full of people ! All her gates 
 are desolate. Lamentations, i. 1, 4. 
 
 For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and 
 maker is God. Hebrews, xi. 10. 
 
 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine 
 in it ; for tlje glory of G-od did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light 
 thereof.- -Revelations, 21, 23. 
 
 WHERE are the cities which of old in mighty grandeur 
 
 rose ! 
 Amid the desert's burning sands, or girt with frozen 
 
 snows ; 
 Is there no vestige now remains their wondrous tale 
 
 to tell, 
 Of how they blazed, like meteor-stars, and how, like 
 
 them, they fell? 
 Hark ! hark ! the voice of prophecy comes o'er the 
 
 desert wide, 
 Come down, come down, and in the dust thy virgin 
 
 beauties hide ; 
 Oh "Daughter of Chaldea," thou no more enthroned 
 
 shall be, 
 For the desert and the wilderness alone shall tell of 
 
 thee. 
 Though old Euphrates still rolls in his everlasting 
 
 stream, 
 Thy brazen gates and golden halls, as though they 
 
 ne'er had been ; 
 Where stood thy massy tower-crowned walls, and 
 
 palaces of pride, 
 The dragon and the wild beast now therein securely 
 
 hide. 
 The "besom of destruction" o'er thee hath swept its 
 
 way 
 In wrath, because thine impious hand on God's 
 
 Anointed lay. H. Brownlee.
 
 128 CITY. 
 
 This is the city John did once discern 
 
 Descend from heaven apocalyptical, 
 
 Whereof "his thoughts do breathe, his words do burn." 
 
 Beautiful city ! Mother of us all ! 
 
 Vision of Peace ! white bride of Deity ! 
 
 Whose Glory clothes thine apostolic walls ! 
 
 Angels thy gates encompass lovingly, 
 
 Equal in all dimensions as beseems, 
 
 And like an angel's thy capacity. 
 
 Death is not in thee, nor the fierce extremes 
 
 Of pain or sorrow, nor anxiety. 
 
 Here evil comes not, neither evil dreams ; 
 
 No temple hast thou, for the Lord Most High 
 
 Thy temple is. No sun thou hast, nor moon, 
 
 His Glory is thy light eternally. 
 
 Lo ! every nation brings to thee a boon ; 
 
 Thy gates shall not be shut at all by day, 
 
 Nor night be thine, land of perpetxial noon ; 
 
 The kings of earth to thee their homage pay. 
 
 But no denied thing shall enter thee, 
 
 Loving a lie, or tempting to betray. J. A. Heraud. 
 
 Jehovah is great, and great be his praise ; 
 
 In the city of God He is King ; 
 Proclaim ye his triumphs in jubilant lays, 
 
 On the mount of his holiness sing. 
 
 The joy of the earth, from her beautiful height, 
 
 Is Zion's impregnable hill ; 
 The Lord in her temple still taketh delight, 
 
 God reigns in her palaces still. 
 
 Go walk about Zion, and measure the length, 
 Her walls and her bulwarks mark well ; 
 
 Contemplate her palaces, glorious in strength, 
 Her towers and her pinnacles tell. 
 
 Then say to your children : Our stronghold is tried ; 
 
 This God is our God to the end ; 
 His people for ever his counsel shall guide ; 
 
 His arm shall for ever defend. J. Montgomery.
 
 CLOTHES. 129 
 
 CLOTHES. 
 
 Take no thought, saying. What shall we eat? or, What shall we 
 drink V or. Wherewithal shall we be clothed'? for your heavenly Father 
 knoweth that ye have need of all these things. Matthew, vi. 31, 32. 
 
 For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened : not 
 for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality 
 might be swallowed up of life. II. Corinthians, v. 4. 
 
 If there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly 
 apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment : 
 
 And ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say 
 unto him, Sit thou here in a good place : and say to the poor. Stand 
 tliou there, or sit here under my footstool : 
 
 Are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil 
 thoughts? James, ii. 2, 3, 4. 
 
 IF thou beest he ; but O how fall'n ! how changed 
 From him who in the happy realms of light, 
 Clothed with transcendent brightness, did'st outshine 
 Myriads, though bright! Milton. 
 
 The golden palace of my God, 
 
 Towering above the clouds I see ; 
 Beyond the cherub's bright abode, 
 
 Higher than angels' thoughts can be ! 
 How can I in those courts appear 
 
 Without a wedding garment on? 
 Conduct me, Thou life-giver, there, 
 
 Conduct me to thy glorious throne ! 
 And clothe me with thy robes of light, 
 And lead me through sin's darksome night. 
 
 Bowring, from the Russian. 
 
 All clothed with majesty and power, 
 
 The Lord of glory and of might, 
 He comes, who can abide the hour ? 
 
 Who can behold the dreadful sight? 
 He, even he, who hath put on 
 
 The spotless robe of righteousness, 
 Washed in the blood of God's dear Son : 
 
 Thus clothed, the ransomed soul may press 
 Into the presence bright with songs of thankfulness. 
 * K Egone,
 
 130 CLOUDS. 
 
 CLOUDS. 
 
 BEHOLD, God is groat, and we know him not, neither can the 
 number of His years be searched out. 
 
 For He maketh small the drops of water : they pour down vain 
 according to the vapour thereof ; 
 
 Which the clouds do drop and distil upon man abundantly. 
 
 With clouds He covereth the light ; and commandeth it not to 
 shine by the cloud that cometh betwixt. Job, xxxvi. 26, 27, 2*. ::-'. 
 
 Who maketh the clouds His chariot ; who walketh upon the win^s 
 of the wind. Psalm civ. 3. 
 
 While they beheld, He was taken up; and ;i <///,/ received Him 
 out of their sight. Acts, i. 9. 
 
 Behold He cometh with rlninls: mid every eye shall sec Him. 
 Revelation, i. 7. 
 
 A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, 
 
 A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow, 
 Long had I watch'd the glory moving on, 
 O'er the still radiance of the lake below : 
 Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow, 
 Even in its very motion there was rest, 
 
 While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, 
 Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. 
 
 Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, 
 To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given, 
 
 And by the breath of mercy made to roll 
 Right onward to the golden gates of heaven, 
 Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, 
 And tells to man his glorious destinies. 
 
 J. Wihon. 
 See'st yon light cloud the wind is hurrying by ? 
 
 The eagle 's scarce more rapid in his flight, 
 'T is thus the years of youth, hope rapture fly, 
 
 Clad in attractive hues and robes of light, 
 Swiftly they fly, but ah ! a weary night 
 
 Their reign succeeds a more than midnight gloom, 
 That gives no peace to morn's uprising bright, 
 
 Nor bids sweet Hope her wonted smile resume. 
 Ah ! yes ; though dark our night and drear the tomb, 
 
 Through its long vista, lo ! the glorious star, 
 Whose rays from heaven's bright vestibule illume 
 Death's deepest vaults with radiance from afar, 
 Sun of immortal day ! victorious faith 
 Eyes thy uprising blaze, and triumphs over death. 
 
 G. M. J.
 
 CLOUDS. 131 
 
 I asked the clouds, in their pomp of light, 
 As they sat in the crimson west at night, 
 Wherefore they gathered around the sun, 
 And brightened although his race was run ; 
 When, perhaps, the breezes of night might strew 
 Their fragile folds into mist and dew ? 
 The clouds replied, "Though we should be driven 
 Away from our rest, we shall still be in heaven." 
 
 M. A. Browne. 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view, 
 And days are dark, and friends are few ; 
 On Him I lean, who not in vain 
 Experienced every human pain : 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 And, oh! when I have safely past 
 
 Through every conflict but the last ; 
 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 
 My dying bed, for thou hast died. 
 
 Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
 
 And wipe the latest tear away. Grant. 
 
 See where yonder cloudlet lingers 
 
 On the tranquil verge of day ; 
 The golden sunset with its fingers, 
 
 Gilds it with its burnished ray ; 
 Swiftly, calmly, on it glides, 
 
 Mingling, melting, into air, 
 Fainter, fainter now it hides 
 
 In the bosom of its lair. 
 
 So I 've seen the gentle spirit 
 
 Linger as it pass'd away, 
 Softly, brightly glowing, ere it 
 
 Faded in eternal day. 
 Glowing with the light of Heaven 
 
 Light of God's eternal love : 
 Like the cloudlet of the even, 
 
 So it pass'd to realms above. Rev. E. Case.
 
 132 
 
 COMFORT. 
 
 YKA. though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I 
 will fear no evil : for Thou art with me : thy rod and thy staff they 
 comfort me. Psalm xxiii. 4. 
 
 This is my comfort in my affliction : for thy word hath quickened 
 me. Psalm cxix. 50. 
 
 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Isaiah, xl. 1. 
 
 I, even I, am He that comforteth you : who art thon, that thou 
 shouldest be afraid of a man that shall .die, and of the Son of Man 
 which shall be made as grass; and forgettest the Lord thy Maker. 
 Isaiah, li. 12, 13. 
 
 The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath 
 anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek ; he hath sent me 
 to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, 
 and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; 
 
 To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance 
 of our God ; to comfort all that mourn. Isaiah, Ixi. 1, 2. 
 
 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father 
 of mercies, and the God of all comfort; 
 
 Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to 
 comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we 
 ourselves are comforted of God. II. Corinthians, i. 3, 4. 
 
 THERE is a haven yet to rest my soul on, 
 
 In midst of all unhappiness, which I look on 
 
 With the same comfort as a distressed seaman 
 
 Afar off views the coast he would enjoy, 
 
 When yet the seas do toss his reeling barque, 
 
 'Twist hope and danger. Shirley. 
 
 In the hour of my distress, 
 When temptations me oppress, 
 And when I my sins confess, 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me! 
 
 When I lie within my bed, 
 Sick in heart and sick in head, 
 And with doubts discomforted, 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
 When the house doth sigh and weep, 
 And the world is drowned in sleep, 
 Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me !
 
 COMFOET. 133 
 
 When the priest his last hath prayed, 
 And I nod to what is said, 
 'Cause my speech is now decayed, 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! 
 
 When the judgment is revealed, 
 And that open which was sealed, 
 When to thee I have appealed, 
 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! Robert Herrick. 
 
 The voice which I did more esteem 
 
 Than music in her sweetest key ; 
 
 Those eyes which unto me did seem 
 
 More comfortable than the day ! 
 Those now by me, as they have been, 
 Shall never more be heard or seen ; 
 But what I once enjoyed in them, 
 Shall seem hereafter as a dream. 
 
 All earthly comforts vanish thus ; 
 
 So little hold of them have we, 
 That we from them, or they from us, 
 
 May in a moment ravished be. 
 Yet we are neither just nor wise, 
 If present mercies we despise ; 
 Or mind not how there may be made 
 A thankful use of what we had. 
 
 Wither. 
 
 Beside the bed where parting life was laid, 
 And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismay'd, 
 The reverend champion stood. At his control, 
 Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul : 
 Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to raise, 
 And his last, faltering accents whisper'd praise. 
 
 Goldsmith. 
 
 Comfort, ye ministers of grace, 
 
 Comfort my people, saith your God ! 
 
 Ye soon shall see his smiling face, 
 His golden sceptre, not his rod ; 
 
 And own, when now the cloud's removed, 
 
 He only chasten'd whom he loved.
 
 134 COMFORT. 
 
 Who sow in tears, in joy shall reap, 
 The Lord shall comfort all that mourn, 
 
 Who now go on their way and weep, 
 With joy they doubtless shall return, 
 
 And bring their sheaves with vast increase, 
 
 And have their fruit to holiness. Wesley. 
 
 They sank amid the wilderness, 
 
 The weary and forsaken ; 
 She gave the boy one faint caress, 
 
 And prayed it might not waken. 
 
 Far, far away the desert spread : 
 
 Ah! love is fain to cherish 
 The vainest hopes, but now she said. 
 
 "Let me not see him perish." 
 
 Then spoke the Lord, and at his word 
 
 Sprang forth a little fountain, 
 Pure, cold as those whose crystal hoard 
 
 Is in some pine-clad mountain. 
 
 O blessed God ! thus doth thy power, 
 
 When, worn and broken-hearted, 
 We sink beneath some evil hour, 
 
 And deem all hope departed. 
 
 Then doth the fountain of thy grace 
 
 Rise up within the spirit, 
 And we are strengthened for that race, 
 
 Whose prize we shall inherit. 
 
 When least we hope, our prayer is heard, 
 
 The judgment is averted, 
 And comes the comfort of thy word, 
 
 When most we seem deserted. 
 
 Miss Landon. 
 
 On wings of everlasting love 
 
 The Comforter is come ; 
 All terrors at his voice disperse, 
 
 And endless pleasures bloom. Doddridge.
 
 COMMAND. 135 
 
 COMMAND COMMANDMENT. 
 
 MOSES went up unto mount Sinai, as the Lord had rom>iutn<led him, 
 and took in his hand the two tables of stone. 
 
 And he wrote upon the tables the words of the covenant, the ten 
 1-nmiiiiiHiliHents. Exodus, xxxiv. 4. .'s. 
 
 Jesus said. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and 
 with all thy soul, and with all thy minx). 
 
 This is the first and great cumman<linent. 
 
 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as 
 thyself. 
 
 On these two co//i ///<///""/.< han^r all the law and the prophets. 
 Matthew, xxii. 37, 38, 39, 40. 
 
 How, in one house, 
 
 Should many people, under two commands 
 Hold amity ? Shakspere. 
 
 Whatever hypocrites austerely talk 
 
 Of purity, and place, and innocence, 
 
 Reforming as impure what God declares 
 
 Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all 
 
 Our Maker bids increase ; who bids abstain 
 
 But our destroyer, foe to God and man. Milton. 
 
 Heralds of creation cry, 
 Praise the Lord, the Lord most high ; 
 Heaven and earth, obey the call, 
 Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 
 
 For He spake, and forth from night 
 
 Sprang the universe to light ; 
 
 He commanded,, Nature heard, 
 
 And stood fast upon his word. J. Montgomery . 
 
 What is the first and great command? 
 
 To love thy God above : 
 And what the second ? As thyself 
 
 Thy neighbour thou shalt love : 
 Who is my neighbour ? He who wants 
 
 The help that thou canst give : 
 Jesus, our blessed Saviour, said 
 
 This do, and thou shalt live. A non .
 
 136 CO MI 1 A SSI (IN. 
 
 COMPASSION. 
 
 THOU O Lord, art a God full of companion, and gracious, long-suf- 
 fering, and plenteous in mercy and truth. -Psalm Ixxxvi. 15. 
 
 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his 
 compassions fail not. Lamentation*, iii. '22. 
 
 Have compassion on us, and help us. -Mark, ix. 22. 
 
 Ye had compassion of me in my bonds. Hebrews, x. 84. 
 
 Be ye all of one mind, having << ,//,. ?.</</;! one of another. I. Pet IT. 
 
 JESUS, the friend of human kind. 
 
 With strong compassion moved, 
 Descended, like a pitying God, 
 
 To save the souls he loved. 
 
 Exalted high at God's right hand, 
 
 And Lord of all below, 
 Through him is pardoning love dispensed, 
 
 And boundless blessings flow. 
 
 And still, for erring, guilty man, 
 
 A brother's pity flows ; 
 And still his bleeding heart is touched 
 
 With memory of our woes. 
 
 The light of love and glory 
 
 Has shone through Christ the Saviour, 
 
 The holy Guide, who lived and died. 
 That we might live for ever. 
 
 And since thy great compassion 
 
 Thus brings thy children near thee, 
 
 May we to praise devote our days, 
 And love as well as fear thee. 
 
 Henri/ Ware, Jun. 
 
 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, 
 
 At thine altars when we bow? 
 Hearts, the pure unsullied spring, 
 
 Whence the kind affections flow ; 
 Soft compassion's feeling soul, 
 
 By the melting eye exprest, 
 Sympathy, at whose control 
 
 Sorrow leaves the wounded breast. 
 
 John Taylor.
 
 CONCORD. 137 
 
 CONCOED. 
 
 WHAT concord hath Christ with Belial:* II. Corinthians, vi. 15. 
 
 BUT lovely concord, and most sacred peace. 
 
 Doth nourish virtue, and fast friendship breedes ; 
 
 Weake she makes strong, and strong things does increase, 
 Till it the pitch of highest praise exceedes 
 Brave be her warres, as honourable deedes, 
 
 By which she triumphs over ire and pride, 
 And winnes an olive garden for her meedes. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 One shall rise 
 
 Of proud ambitious heart, who, not content 
 With fair equality, fraternal state, 
 Will arrogate dominion undeserved 
 Over his brethren, and quite dispossess 
 Concord, and law of nature from the earth. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 E'en as the dew, that, at the break of morning, 
 
 All nature with its beauty is adorning, 
 And flows for Heaven, calm and still, 
 And bathes the tender grass on Zion's hill, 
 And to the young and withering herb resigns 
 The drops for which it pines : 
 
 So are fraternal peace and concord ever 
 
 The cherishers without whose guidance, never 
 Would sainted quiet seek the breast, 
 The life, the soul of unmolested rest, 
 The antidote to sorrow and distress, 
 And prop of human happiness. Kamphuyzen. 
 
 It is not once an age two hearts are set 
 So well in unison, that not a note 
 Jars in their music ; but a skilful hand 
 Slurs lightly over the discordant tones, 
 And wakens only the full power of those 
 That sound in concord. 
 
 Happy, happy those 
 Who thus perform in the grand concert life. 
 
 Mrs. Southey.
 
 138 CONQUEST. 
 
 CONQUEST. 
 
 As it is written, For thy sake we are kUk-d all the day Ion;.'; we 
 are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. 
 
 Nay, in all these things we are more than i-in/'/i/i-n>rs through Him 
 that loved us. Romans, viii. :->, :!7. 
 
 And I saw, and behold a white horse; and he that sat on him had 
 u bow ; and a crown was given unto him ; and he went forth coni/m-rii/n 
 and to conquer. Revelations, vi. 2. 
 
 THE conquered also, and enslaved by war, 
 
 Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose, 
 
 And fear of God. Milton. 
 
 Well then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain ; 
 
 Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above 
 With greater triumph yet return again, 
 
 Aad conquer his own justice with his love 
 Commanding earth and seas to render those 
 Unto His bliss, for whom He paid His woes. 
 
 Henry Wbtton. 
 
 Strange conquest, when the conqueror must die, 
 
 And he is slain who wins the victory, 
 
 And yet another conquest he must gain, 
 
 Or all our faith and highest hopes are vain. Anon. 
 
 He on whose eyes sweet light revealed hath been, 
 
 He on whose ears the mysteries of sound, 
 
 The lame who now can walk, he who hath seen 
 
 The gate of death and he whom death hath bound, 
 
 Rejoice aloud a choral company ! 
 
 And had they not, the stones from out the ground 
 
 Witness of Him, whom Patriarchs longed to see, 
 
 Had borne ; such was the aspiration then, 
 
 The rapture and procession. And lo, He 
 
 Went like a conqueror on his way, while men 
 
 Cowered as before a God. J. A. Heraud. 
 
 To Thee, who dying, conquerest,&\\. hail ! 
 Son of the virgin ! Hero of the blest ! 
 Over the gates of death and hell prevail ; 
 Warrior who hast alone the wine-press trod. 
 
 J. A. Heraud.
 
 CONSCIENCE. 139 
 
 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 AND herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void 
 of offence toward God, and toward men. Acts, xxiv. 16. 
 
 Their conscience also bearing witness, and their thoughts the 
 meanwhile accusing or else excusing one another. Romans, ii. 15. 
 
 Ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for con- 
 science sake. Romans, xiii. 5. 
 
 Holding the mystery of the faith in a pure conscience. I. Timothy, 
 iii. 9. 
 
 Purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God, 
 Hebrews, ix. 14. 
 
 We trust we have a good conscience. Hebrews, xiii. 18. 
 
 GUILT still alarms, and conscience, ne'er asleep, 
 
 Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud but deep ; 
 
 While the vexed mind her own tormentor flies, 
 
 A scorpion scourge unmark'd by human eyes ! 
 
 Trust me no tortures that the poets feign, 
 
 Can match the fierce, the unutterable pain 
 
 He feels, who day and night, devoid of rest, 
 
 Carries his own accuser in his breast. Juvenal. 
 
 Study conscience more than thou wouldst fame ; 
 
 Though both be good, the latter yet is worst, 
 
 And ever is ill got, without the first. Sen Jonson. 
 
 For though the plain judge, Conscience, makes no show, 
 
 But silently to her dark session comes, 
 Not as red law does to arraignment go, 
 
 Or war to execution, with loud drums ; 
 
 Though she on hills sets not her gibbets high, 
 Where frightful law sets hers ; nor bloody seems, 
 
 Like war in colours spread, yet secretly 
 
 She does her work, and many men condemns ; 
 
 Chokes in the seed what law, till ripe, ne'er sees ; 
 
 What law would punish, Conscience can prevent ; 
 And so the world from many mischiefs frees ; 
 
 Known by her cures, as law by punishment. 
 
 Sir William Davenant.
 
 140 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 So gnaws the grief of conscience evermore, 
 
 And in the heart it is so deep ygrave, 
 That they may never sleep nor rest therefor, 
 
 Nor think one thought but on the dread they have. 
 
 Earl of Dorset. 
 
 The soul's rough file that smoothness does impart ; 
 The hammer that does break the stony heart ! 
 The worm that never dies ! the "thorn within," 
 That pricks and pains ! the whip and scourge of sin ! 
 The voice of God in man ! that without rest 
 ])oes softly cry within a troubled breast 
 "To all temptations is that soul set free 
 That makes not to itself a curb of me." 
 
 Sir E. Sherburne. 
 
 For him a waking bloodhound, yelling loud, 
 (That in his bosom long had sleeping laid, 
 A guilty conscience lurking after blood,) 
 Pursued eagerly, nor ever stayed, 
 Till the betrayer's self it had betrayed ; 
 Oft changed he place in hope away to wind, 
 But change of place could never change his mind, 
 Himself he flies to lose, but follows but to find. 
 
 Oiles Fletcher. 
 
 There is a kind of conscience some men keep, 
 Is like a member that 's benumbed with sleep ; 
 Which, as it gathers blood, and wakea again, 
 It shoots, and pricks, and feels as big as ten. 
 
 Quarles. 
 
 The swelling of an outward fortune can 
 Create a prosperous, not a happy, man ; 
 A peaceful conscience is the true content, 
 And wealth is but her golden ornament. Quarles. 
 
 Divine authority, within man's breast, 
 Brings every thought, word, action, to the test ; 
 Warns him or prompts, approves him or restrains, 
 As reason, or as passion takes the reins. 
 Heaven from above, and Conscience from within, 
 Cries in his startled ear, Abstain from sin. 
 
 Cowper.
 
 CONSCIENCE. 141 
 
 From behind her secret stand, 
 The sly informer minutes every fault, 
 And her dread diary with horror fills. 
 Not the gross act alone employs her pen ; 
 She reconnoitres fancy's airy band, 
 Our dawning purposes of heart explores, 
 And steals our embryos of iniquity. Youny. 
 
 'T is ever thus 
 
 AVith noble minds ; if chance they slide to folly, 
 Remorse stings deeper, and relentless conscience 
 Pours more of gall into the bitter cup 
 Of their severe repentance. Mason. 
 
 Knowledge or wealth to few are given, 
 But mark how just the ways of heaven : 
 
 True joy to all is free. 
 Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon, 
 'T is thine, O Conscience ! thine alone 
 
 It all belongs to thee. Mickle. 
 
 What terrestial woe can match 
 The self-convicted bosom, which hath wrought 
 The bane of others, or enslaved itself 
 With shackles vile? Not poison, nor sharp fire, 
 Nor the worst pangs that ever monkish hate 
 Suggested, or despotic rage imposed, 
 Were at that season an unwished exchange; 
 When the soul loathes herself, when flying thence, 
 To crowds, on every brow she sees pourtrayed 
 Fell demons, hate or scoru, which drive her back 
 To solitude, her Judge's voice divine, 
 To hear in secret, haply sounding through 
 The troubled dreams of midnight, and still, still 
 Demanding for his violated laws 
 Fit recompense ; or charging her own tongue 
 To speak the award of justice on herself. 
 
 Akenaide. 
 
 Conscience distasteful truths may tell, 
 
 But mark her sacred lessons well, 
 
 With her whoever lives at strife, 
 
 Loses his better friend for life. Anon.
 
 142 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 Conscience, tremendous conscience, in his fits 
 
 Of inspiration, whencesoe'er it came, 
 
 Rose like a ghost, inflicting fear of death 
 
 On those who feared not death in fiercest battle, 
 
 And mocked him in their martyrdoms of torments ; 
 
 That secret, swift, and silent messenger, 
 
 Broke on them in their lonely hours ; in sleep, 
 
 In sickness ; haunting them with dire suspicions 
 
 Of something in themselves that would not die 
 
 Of an existence elsewhere, and hereafter ; 
 
 Of which tradition was not wholly silent, 
 
 Yet spake not out ; its dreary oracles 
 
 Confounded superstition to conceive, 
 
 And baffled scepticism to reject, 
 
 What fear of death is like the fear beyond it? 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Nothing they saw, but a low voice was heard 
 Threading the ominous silence of that fear, 
 Gentle and terrorless, as if a bird, 
 Wakened by some volcano's glare, should cheer 
 The murk air with his song ; yet every word 
 In the cathedral's farthest arch seemed near, 
 As if it spoke to every one apart, 
 Like the clear voice of conscience to each heart. 
 
 Loivell. 
 
 Lest too powerful passions should propel 
 Headlong to acts immoral, nor allow 
 Time for slow Reason to deduce a rule 
 To curb their mad career, Conscience kind heaven 
 Appointed her assistant ; Conscience quick 
 To heed the call of duty, to discern 
 'Twixt right and wrong, and bias to the best. 
 
 William Gibson. 
 
 Oh, that folk would well consider 
 What it is to lose a name, 
 
 What this world is altogether, 
 If bereft of honest fame. 
 
 Poverty ne'er brings dishonour, 
 
 Hardship ne'er breeds sorrow's smart, 
 
 If bright conscience takes upon her 
 To shed sunshine round the heart. 
 
 Hector Me Neil!.
 
 CONSOLATION. 143 
 
 CONSOLATION. 
 
 AUK the consolations of God small with thee? Job, xv. 11. 
 
 Woe unto you that are rich ; for you have received your consolation. 
 Luke, vi. 24. 
 
 Barnabas, which is, being interpreted, the son of consolation. Acts, 
 iv. 8ti. 
 
 For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation 
 also aboundcth by Christ. II. Corinthians, i. . r >. 
 
 MANY are the sayings of the wise, 
 
 In ancient and in modern books enroll'd, 
 
 Extolling patience as the truest fortitude ; 
 
 And to the bearing well of all calamities, 
 
 All chances incident to man's frail life 
 
 Consolatories writ 
 
 With studied argument, and much persuasion sought 
 
 Lenient of grief and anxious thought ; 
 
 But with the afflicted, in his pangs their sound 
 
 Little prevails, or rather seems a time 
 
 Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint ; 
 
 Unless he feels within 
 
 Some source of consolation from above, 
 
 Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, 
 
 And fainting spirits uphold. Milton. 
 
 A faded flower, a bud of beauty blasted, 
 
 A broken lute, a precious diamond shattered, 
 
 A stream of purest water, early wasted, 
 A priceless essence on the desert scattered, 
 
 Like these thou hast perished, in thy beauty mild. 
 
 To which shall we compare thee, lovely child ? 
 
 If to the faded flower, we know its fruit 
 
 Is garner'd up midst Heaven's holy treasures ; 
 
 If to the lovely-toned, but broken lute, 
 
 Its echo mingleth now, in heavenly measures ; 
 
 The diamond is not lost ; its fragments gather 
 
 Into a star before the Eternal Father. 
 
 The stream beside the stream of life is flowing, 
 And ever fed from their celestial springs ; 
 
 The essence round the Throne eternal, going 
 Embodied on a Seraph's radiant wings ; 
 
 Oh, lost one ! let us call thee what we will, 
 
 The very name hath consolation still. Anon.
 
 144 CONTENT. 
 
 CONTENT. 
 
 BUT godliness, with contentment, is great gain. 
 
 For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain wo can 
 carry nothing out. 
 
 And having food and raiment, let us be therewith content. - 
 1. Timothy, vi. 6, 7, 8. 
 
 I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be !////, 
 Philippians, iv. 11. 
 
 Let your conversation be without covetousness : and be content with 
 such things as ye have : for He hath said, 1 will never leave thee, 
 nor forsake thee. Hebrews, xiii. 5. 
 
 POOR and content is rich and rich enough. 
 
 Shakspei e. 
 
 My conscience is my crown, 
 Contented thoughts my rest ; 
 My heart is happy in itself, 
 My bliss is in my breast. 
 
 Enough I reckon wealth, 
 A mean the surest lot ; 
 That lies too high for base contempt, 
 
 Too low for envy's shot. Robert Southwell. 
 
 Though still thou get'st, yet is thy want not spent, 
 But, as thy wealth, so grows thy wealthy itch ; 
 But with my little I have much content 
 Content hath all ; and who hath all, is rich : 
 Then this in reason thou must needs confess 
 If I have little, yet that thou hast less. 
 
 Whatever man possesses, God hath lent, 
 
 And to his audit liable is, ever, 
 
 To reckon how, and when, and where he spent ; 
 
 Then this thou bragg'st thou art a great receiver : 
 Little my debt, when little is my store 
 The more thou hast, the debt still grows the more. 
 
 Phineas Fletcher. 
 
 I grieve, and dare not show my discontent ; 
 
 I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate ; 
 
 I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, 
 
 I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate : 
 I am, and not, I freeze, and yet am burn'd, 
 Since from myself my other self I turn'd.
 
 CONTENT. 14-> 
 
 My care is like my shadow in the sun 
 Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it ; 
 Stands and lies by me, does what I have done, 
 This too-familiar care does make me rue it. 
 No means I find to rid him from my breast, 
 Till by the end of things it is suppress'd. 
 
 Some gentler passions slide into my mind, 
 
 For I am soft, and made of melting snow ; 
 
 Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind, 
 
 Let me or float or sink, be high or low, 
 Or let me live with some more sweet content, 
 Or die, and so forget what love e'er meant. 
 
 Queen Elizabeth. 
 
 Welcome pure thoughts, welcome ye silent groves, 
 These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves - 
 Now the wing'd people of the sky shall sing 
 My cheerful anthems to the gladsome spring : 
 A prayer book now shall be my looking-glass, 
 Jn which I will adore sweet virtue's face. 
 Here dwell no hateful looks, no palace-cares, 
 No broken vows dwell here, no pale-faced fears : 
 Then here I' 11 sit, and sigh my hot love's folly, 
 And learn 't affect an holy melancholy ; 
 And if Contentment be a stranger then, 
 I' 11 ne'er look for it but in Heaven again. 
 
 Sir Henry Wotton. 
 
 There 's discontent from sceptre to the swain, 
 And from the peasant to the king again. 
 Then whatsoever in thy will afflict thee, 
 Or in thy pleasure seem to contradict thee, 
 Give it a welcome as a wholesome friend, 
 That would instruct thee to a better end. 
 Since no condition from defect is free, 
 Think not to find what here can never be. 
 
 Alexander Nicholas. 
 
 Unfit for greatness, I her snares defy, 
 And look on riches with untainted eye. 
 To others let the glittering baubles fall, 
 Content shall place us far above them all. 
 
 ChurchilL 
 
 * T.
 
 146 CONTENT. 
 
 O may I with myself agree, 
 
 And never covet what I see ! 
 
 Content me with an humble shade ; 
 
 My passions tamed, my wishes laid ; 
 
 For while our wishes idly roll, 
 
 We banish quiet from the soul ; 
 
 'T is then we busy beat the air, 
 
 And misers gather wealth and care. Dyer. 
 
 Happy is he, who, though the cup of bliss 
 
 Has ever shunn'd him when he thought to kiss, 
 
 Who still in abject poverty or pain, 
 
 Can count with pleasure what small joys remain ; 
 
 Though, were his sight convey'd from zone to zone, 
 
 He would not find one spot of ground his own ; 
 
 Yet as he looks around, he cries with glee, 
 
 These bounding prospects all are made for me : 
 
 For me yon waving fields their burden bear, 
 
 For me yon labourer guides the shining share ; 
 
 While happy I, in idle ease recline, 
 
 And mark the glorious visions as they shine. 
 
 This is the charm, by sages often told, 
 
 Converting all it touches into gold. 
 
 Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, 
 
 Can rear a garden in the desert waste. 
 
 H. K. White. 
 O Thou, who kindly dost provide 
 
 For every creature's want ! 
 We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, 
 
 For all thy goodness lent ; 
 And if it please Thee, Heavenly Guide, 
 
 May never worse be sent ; 
 But whether granted, or denied, 
 
 Lord ! bless us with content I Burns. 
 
 There is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy, 
 
 No chemic art can counterfeit ; 
 
 It makes men rich in greatest poverty, 
 
 Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold, 
 
 The homely whistle to sweet music's strain ; 
 
 Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent, 
 
 That much in little all in nought content. Anon.
 
 CONTENT. 147 
 
 Ye venerable groves! whose open glades 
 
 Invite the musing wanderer to your shades, 
 
 Ye birds ! whose honied notes enthral the ear, 
 
 Wake the bright morn, the darksome evening cheer, 
 
 Ye fountains ! murmuring music as ye flow, 
 
 Ye flowers ! that on their purple margins glow, 
 
 Ye winds ! that o'er those flowers soft breathing play. 
 
 Calm the hot sky, and mitigate the day ; 
 
 Take me, O take me to your loved retreats; 
 
 All, all conspire to bless me with your sweets. 
 
 Here in your soft enclosure let me prove 
 
 The shade and silence of the life I love! 
 
 Not idle here ; for, as I rove along, 
 
 I form the verse, and meditate the song; 
 
 Or mend my mind by what the wise have taught, 
 
 Studious to be the very thing I ought 
 
 Here will I taste the blessings of content, 
 
 No hope shall flatter, and no fear torment -. 
 
 Unlike the sea, the sport of every wind, 
 
 And rich with wrecks, the ruin of mankind, 
 
 My life an honest, humble praise shall claim, 
 
 As the small stream, scarce honoured with a name, 
 
 Whose gladdening waters through my garden play, 
 
 Give a few flowers to smile, then glide away. 
 
 Bishop Hurd. 
 
 The wisest, happiest, of our kind are they 
 
 That ever walk content with Nature's way, 
 
 God's goodness measuring bounty as it may ; 
 
 For whom the gravest thought of what they miss, 
 
 Chastening the fulness of a present bliss, 
 
 Is with that wholesome office satisfied ; 
 
 While unrepining sadness is allied 
 
 In thankful bosoms to a modest pride. Wordsicorth. 
 
 Grant, gracious Lord, as through this troubled scene 
 
 I walk unsafely, stumbling as I go, 
 Glimpses of hope, the murky clouds between, 
 
 May break at times, and light the way below ; 
 But if I may not such sweet solace find, 
 Give me a prayerful and contented mind. 
 
 Egone.
 
 148 CONTRITION. 
 
 CONTRITION. 
 
 THE Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart ; and saveth 
 such as be of a contrite spirit. Psalm xxxiv. 18. 
 
 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite 
 heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise. --Psalm li. 17. 
 
 Thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose 
 name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that 
 is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, 
 and to revive the heart of the contrite ones. Isaiab, Ivii. 15. 
 
 To this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite 
 spirit, and trembleth at my word. Isaiah, Ixvi. 2. 
 
 FRUITS of more pleasing savour from thy seed 
 Sown with contrition in his heart, than those 
 Which, his own hand manuring, all the trees 
 Of Paradise could have produced. Milton. 
 
 I, who have gone so far and long astray, 
 Adding to primal guilt the mountains high 
 Of trespass day by day, as if to try 
 
 Thy long forbearance, still for rnercy pray ; 
 
 For mercy even yet. Look ere thou slay, 
 Great God ! upon my tears; look where I lie 
 Repentant; give, O give, before I die, 
 
 Thy grace, and guide my feet into thy way. 
 
 Reveal thy sufferings, thy blood and sweat : 
 Short is my time; reveal thy bitter cross 
 To my dark eyes, all used to other sight. 
 
 Quench, O my God! all that unhallowed heat 
 Of former life, which now I count but loss : 
 Lord, thou hast ne'er despised a heart contrite. 
 
 From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma. 
 
 Where sad contrition harbours, there the heart 
 
 Is truly acquainted with the secret smart 
 
 Of past offences, hates the bosom sin 
 
 The most, which most the soul took pleasure in ; 
 
 No crime unsifted, no sin unpresented 
 
 Can lurk unseen, and seen, none unlamented ; 
 
 The troubled soul's amazed with dire aspects 
 
 Of lesser sins committed, and detects 
 
 The wounded conscience ; it cries amain 
 
 For mercy mercy; cries, and cries again.
 
 CONTRITION. 149 
 
 It sadly grieves, and soberly laments, 
 
 It yearns for grace, reforms, returns, repents. 
 
 Aye, this is incense whose accepted savour 
 
 Mounts up the heavenly throne, and findeth favour : 
 
 Aye, this it is whose valour never fails 
 
 With God it stoutly wrestles and prevails : 
 
 Aye, this it is that pierces heaven above, 
 
 Never returning home, (like Noah's dove,) 
 
 But brings an olive leaf, or some increase, 
 
 That works salvation and eternal peace. Quarles. 
 
 All powerful is the penitential sigh 
 Of true contrition ; like the placid wreaths 
 Of incense, wafted from the righteous shrine 
 Where Abel ministered, to the blest seat 
 Of Mercy, an accepted sacrifice, 
 Humiliation's conscious plaint ascends. 
 
 Samuel Hayes . 
 
 Lord ! who art merciful as well as just, 
 Incline thine ear to me, a child of dust ! 
 Not what I would, O Lord ! I offer thee, 
 
 Alas ! but what I can. 
 Father Almighty, who hast made me man, 
 And bade me look to heaven, for thou art there, 
 Accept my sacrifice and humble prayer. 
 Four things which are not in my treasury, 
 I lay before thee, Lord, with this petition : 
 
 My nothingness, my wants, 
 
 My sins, and my contrition. 
 
 Southey, imitated from the Persian. 
 
 O, my soul ! thy lost condition 
 
 Brought the gentle Saviour low ! 
 Hast thou felt one hour's contrition 
 
 For those sins that pierced him so ? 
 Dost thou bear the love thou owest 
 
 For such proof of grace divine P 
 Can'st thou answer, Lord thou knowest 
 
 That this heart is wholly Thine P C. -Bowles.
 
 150 COURAGE. 
 
 COURAGE. 
 
 WAIT on the Lord : be of good courage. Psalm xxvii. 14. 
 
 Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart, all ye that 
 hope in the Lord. Psalm xxxi. 24. 
 
 And he that is courageous among the mighty shall flee away naked 
 in that day, saith the Lord. Amos, ii. 16. 
 
 When the brethren heard of us they came to meet us : whom when 
 Paul saw, he thanked God, and took courage. Acts, xxviii. 15. 
 
 THAT courage which the vain for valour take, 
 Who proudly danger seek for glory's sake. 
 Is impudence ; and what they rashly do, 
 Has no excuse, but that 't is madness too. 
 
 Sir William Davenant. 
 
 Stand but your ground, your ghostly foes will fly 
 
 Hell trembles at a heaven-directed eye ; 
 
 Choose rather to defend than to assail 
 
 Self-confidence will in the conflict fail : 
 
 When you are challenged, you may dangers meet 
 
 True courage is a fixed, not sudden heat ; 
 
 Is always humble, lives in self-distrust, 
 
 And will itself into no danger thrust. 
 
 Devote yourself to God, and you will find 
 
 God fights the battles of a will resigned. 
 
 Love Jesus ! Love will no base fear endure 
 
 Love Jesus ! And of conquest rest secure. 
 
 Bishop Ken. 
 
 True courage is not moved by breath of words ; 
 While the rash bravery of boiling blood, 
 Impetuous, knows no settled principle. 
 A feverish tide, it has its ebbs and flows, 
 As spirits rise or fall, as wine inflames, 
 Or circumstances change : but inborn courage, 
 The generous child of fortitude and faith, 
 Holds its firm empire in the constant soul ; 
 And like the steadfast pole-star, never once 
 From the same fixed and faithful point declines. 
 
 Hannah More.
 
 151 
 
 COURT. 
 
 BLESSED is the man whom Thou choosest, and oausest to approach 
 unto Thee, that he may dwell in Thy courts. Psahn Ixv. 4. 
 
 Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the 
 courts of our God. Psalm xcii. 13. 
 
 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye land*. 
 
 Knter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with 
 praise. Psalm c. 1, 4. 
 
 It shall be an habitation of dragons, and a rntn-t for owls. 
 N'li.-ili, xxxiv. 13. 
 
 GAZE but upon the house where man doth live, 
 With flowers and verdure to adorn his way; 
 Where all the creatures due obedience give ; 
 The winds to sweep his chambers every day ; 
 The clouds to wash his rooms, the ceiling gay 
 
 With glittering stars, that night's dark empire 
 
 brave ; 
 
 If such an house God to another gave, 
 How shine those splendid courts He for Himself will 
 have? 
 
 And if a heavy cloud, opaque at night, 
 
 In which the sun may seem embodied, 
 Deprived of all its dregs we see so white, 
 Burning in liquid gold its watery head, 
 Or round with ivory edges silvered ; 
 What lustre supereminen-t will HE 
 Lighten on those who shall his sunshine see 
 In that all-glorious court, in which all glories be. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares, 
 Anxious sighs, untimely tears. 
 Fly, fly to courts ; 
 Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 
 Where strain'd sardonic smiles are glossing still, 
 And grief is forced to laugh against her will ; 
 Where mirth's but mummery; 
 And sorrows only real be! 
 
 Sir Walter Ualeigh.
 
 152 COVENANT. 
 
 COVENANT RAINBOW. 
 
 AND God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me. 
 But with thee will I establish my covfnant. Genesis, vi. 18, 18. 
 
 And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth. 
 that the bow shall be seen in the cloud. 
 
 And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and \mi. 
 and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more 
 become a flood to destroy all flosh. -Genesis, ix. 14, 15. 
 
 Know therefore that the Lord thy God, he is God, the fuithl'iil God. 
 which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love Him and keep 
 His commandments to a thousand generations. Deuteronomy, vii. !i. 
 
 For if that first covenant had been faultless, then should no ]>lnre 
 have been sought for the second. Hebrews, viii. 7. 
 
 STILL young and fine, but what is still in view, 
 We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new . 
 How bright wert thou when, Shem's admiring eye 
 Thy burnished flaming arch did first descry ; 
 When Zarah, Nahor, Haran, Abram, Lot, 
 The youthful world's grey fathers, in one knot, 
 Did, with intentive looks, watch every hour 
 For thy new light, and trembled at each shower ! 
 When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair : 
 Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air ; 
 Kain gently spreads his honey-drops, and pours 
 Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. 
 Bright pledge of peace and sunshine, the sure tye 
 Of the Lord's hand, the object of his eye ; 
 When I behold thee, though my light be dim, 
 Distant, and low, I can in thine see Him 
 Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, 
 And minds the covenant betwixt all and One. 
 
 Henri/ Vaughan. 
 
 The rainbow bending in the sky, 
 
 Bedecked with sundry hues, 
 Is like the seat of God on high, 
 
 And seems to tell these news : 
 That as, thereby, He promised 
 
 To drown the world no more, 
 So, by the blood which Christ has shed, 
 He will our souls restore. 
 
 George Gascoiyne.
 
 COVENANT. 153 
 
 When Science from Creation's face 
 
 Enchantment's veil withdraws, 
 What lovely visions yield their place, 
 
 To cold material laws! 
 
 And yet, fair bow, no fabling beams, 
 
 But words of the Most High, 
 Have told why first thy robe of beams 
 Was woven in the sky. 
 
 When o'er the green undeluged earth, 
 Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, 
 
 How came the world's grey fathers forth. 
 To watch thy sacred sign ! 
 
 And when the yellow lustre smiled 
 
 O'er mountains yet untrod, 
 Each mother held aloft her child, 
 
 To bless the bow of God. 
 
 Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, 
 
 The first-made anthem rang 
 On earth delivered from the deep, 
 
 And the first poet sang. 
 
 Nor ever shall the Muse's eye, 
 
 Unraptured greet thy beam : 
 Theme of primeval prophecy, 
 
 Be still the poet's theme ! Campbell. 
 
 Sow in the cloud, what token dost thou bear ? 
 That justice still cries "strike," and mercy "spare." 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Such thou hast shone, bright rainbow ! when the sky 
 
 Has clothed in clouds its blue serenity ; 
 
 And such shall shine, while, grateful for the vow, 
 
 All nations of the earth to heaven shall bow. 
 
 Curbing the tempest on its thunder path, 
 
 Chaining the boisterous billows in their wrath ; 
 
 Majestic symbol of their Maker's might ! 
 
 Girdle of beauty ! coronal of light ! 
 
 God's ow r n blest handmark, mystic, sure, sublime, 
 
 Graven in glory to the end of time ! Anon.
 
 154 CREATION. 
 
 CEEATION. 
 
 IN the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis, 
 i. 1. 
 
 Let them praise the name of the Lord : for He commanded, and 
 they were created. Psalm cxlviij. 5. 
 
 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Ecclesiastes, 
 xii. 1. 
 
 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these 
 things. 
 
 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting 
 God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, 
 neither is weary ? Isaiah, xl. 26, 28. 
 
 Have we not all one father? hath not one God civti/i-il ns ? Malaehi, 
 ii. 10. 
 
 Thou art worthy, Lord, to receive glory and honour and power : 
 for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and 
 were created. Bevelation, iv. 11. 
 
 HEBE finished he, and all that he had made 
 
 Viewed, and behold all is entirely good ; 
 
 So even and morn accomplished the sixth day ; 
 
 Yet not till the Creator from his work 
 
 Desisting, though unwearied, up returned, 
 
 Up to the heaven of heavens his high abode, 
 
 Thence to behold his new created world, 
 
 Th' addition of his empire, how it showed 
 
 In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair, 
 
 Answering his great idea. Up he rode, 
 
 Followed by acclamation, and the sound 
 
 Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that tuned 
 
 Angelic harmonies ; the earth, the air, 
 
 Resounded, 
 
 The heavens and all the constellations rang, 
 
 The planets in their stations listening stood, 
 
 While the bright pomp ascended jubilant : 
 
 Open, ye everlasting gates, they sang, 
 
 Open, ye heavens, your everlasting doors ; let in 
 
 The great Creator from his work returned 
 
 Magnificent, his six days' work a world. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 My heart is awed within me, when I think 
 Of the great miracle that still goes on, 
 In silence, round me the perpetual work 
 Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed 
 For ever. W. C. Bryant.
 
 CREATION. 155 
 
 From the throne of the Highest the mandate came 
 forth, 
 
 From the word of Omnipotent God ; 
 And the elements fashioned his footstool the earth, 
 
 And the Heavens his holy abode : 
 And his Spirit moved over the fathomless flood 
 
 Of waters that fretted in darkness around, 
 Until at his bidding, their turbulent mood 
 Was hushed to a calm, and obedient they stood 
 
 Where he fixed their perpetual bound. 
 
 From the work of creation, which rose by his word, 
 
 When finished the heavens and the earth ; 
 On the seventh day rested th' Omnipotent Lord, 
 
 As he looked on each beautiful birth : 
 On the firmament, stretched from the east to the west, 
 
 On the far flowing sea, and the fast teeming land, 
 And he saw they were good, and the Sabbath was blest, 
 The Sabbath ! the sanctified season of rest 
 
 To the creatures that came from his hand. .Knox. 
 
 Mysterious power ! which guides by night 
 
 Through darkest wood the illumined sight ; 
 
 Which prompts them, by the unerring smell, 
 
 The appointed prey's abode to tell ; 
 
 Bore with long bill the investing mould, 
 
 And feel, and from the secret hold 
 
 Dislodge the reptile spoil ! But who 
 
 Can look Creations volume through, 
 
 And not fresh proofs, at every turn, 
 
 Of the Creator's mind discern : 
 
 The end to which his actions tend, 
 
 The means adapted to the end. 
 
 The reasoning thought, the effective skill, 
 
 And, ruling all, the Almighty will. Bishop Mant. 
 
 Jn the Beginning primal darkness flung 
 Her veil o'er chaos, void and formless all ; 
 
 The brooding Spirit o'er the waters hung ; 
 The father's fiat moved the empty pall : 
 
 "Let there be Light!" Forthwith Creation sprung 
 Glad into being. Thy Creating Love, 
 
 Lord, I believe ! Mine unbelief remove. 
 
 H. H. Weld.
 
 156 
 
 GROWN. 
 
 IN that day shall the Lord of Hosts be for a crown of glory, and 
 for a diadem of beauty, unto the residue of his people. Isaiah, 
 xxviii. 5. 
 
 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth 
 the prize? 
 
 Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incor- 
 ruptible. I. Corinthians, ix. 24, 25. 
 
 I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept 
 the faith : 
 
 Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness. 
 II. Timothy, iv. 7, 8. 
 
 THEY who die in Christ are bless'd 
 Ours be, then, no thought of grieving ! 
 
 Sweetly with their God they rest, 
 All their toils and troubles leaving : 
 
 So be ours the faith that saveth, 
 
 Hope that every trial braveth, 
 
 Love that to the end endureth, 
 
 And, through Christ, the crown secureth ! 
 
 Bishop Doane. 
 
 The way to bliss lies not on bed of down, 
 And he that had no cross deserves no crown. 
 
 Quarks. 
 
 How much do they mistake, how little know 
 
 Of kings, and kingdoms, and the pains which flow 
 
 From royalty, who fancy that a crown, 
 
 Because it glistens, must be lin'd with down. 
 
 With outside show, and vain appearance caught, 
 
 They look no further, and by folly taught, 
 
 Prize high the toys of thrones, but never find 
 
 One of the many cares which lurk behind. 
 
 The gem they worship, which a crown adorns, 
 
 Nor once suspects that crown is lin'd with thorns. 
 
 O might reflection folly's place supply, 
 
 Would we one moment use her piercing eye, 
 
 Then should we know what woe from grandeur springs, 
 
 And learn to pity, not to envy kings. Churchill.
 
 CEOSS. 157 
 
 CROSS CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 AND he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not 
 worthy of me. Matthew, x. 38. 
 
 Pilate saith unto them, What shall I do then with Jesus which is 
 called Christ? They all say unto him, Let Him be crucified. 
 
 And the governor said, Why, what evil hath He done? But they 
 cried out the more, saying, Let Him be crue//;>d.-Hatthew, xxxvii. 22, 23. 
 
 For the preaching of the cross, is to them that perish, foolishness ; 
 but unto us, which are saved, it is the power of God. I. Corinthians, 
 i. 18. 
 
 But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling-block, 
 and unto the Greeks foolishness ; 
 
 But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the 
 power of God, and the wisdom of God. I. Corinthians, i. 23, 24. 
 
 1 am crucified with Christ : nevertheless I live ; yet not I, but Christ 
 livuth in me. Galatians, ii. 20. 
 
 But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord 
 Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the 
 world. Galatians, vi. 14. 
 
 Now my frail bark through this tempestuous flood 
 Is steered, and full in view that port is seen, 
 Where all must answer what their course has been, 
 
 And every work be tried if bad or good. 
 
 Now do those lofty dreams, my fancy's brood, 
 Which made of art an idol and a queen, 
 Melt into air ; and now I feel, how keen ! 
 
 That what I needed most I most withstood. 
 
 Ye fabled joys, ye tales of empty love, 
 
 What are ye now if two-fold death be nigh ? 
 The first is certain, and the last I dread. 
 
 Ah ! what does sculpture, what does painting prove, 
 When we have seen the cross, and fixed our eye 
 On him whose arms of love were thus outspread. 
 
 From the Italian of Michael Angela. 
 
 My trust is in the Cross, there lies my rest, 
 
 My fast, my sole delight. 
 Let cold-mouthed Boreas, or the hot-mouthed East, 
 
 Blow till they burst with spite ; 
 Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their best, 
 
 And join their twisted might ; 
 Let showers of thunderbolts dart round and round me, 
 
 And troops of fiends surround me : 
 All this may well confront ; all this shall ne'er confound 
 
 me. Francis Quarles.
 
 158 CROSS. 
 
 Christ, when he died, 
 
 Denied the cross, 
 And on death's side, 
 Threw all the loss : 
 The captive world awak'd and found 
 The prisoners loose, the jailor bound. 
 
 O dear and sweet dispute, 
 
 'Twixt death's and love's far different fruit, 
 
 Different as far 
 
 As antidotes and poisons are : 
 
 By the first fatal tree, 
 
 Both life and liberty 
 
 Were sold and slain ; 
 
 By this, they both look up and live again. 
 
 strange mysterious strife, 
 Of open death and hidden life ! 
 When on the cross my kind did bleed, 
 Life seemed to die, death died indeed. 
 
 Richard Crawshaic. 
 
 The sun beheld it No, the shocking scene 
 
 Drove back his chariot : midnight veiled his face ; 
 
 Not such as this ; not such as nature makes ; 
 
 A midnight nature shuddered to behold ; 
 
 A midnight new! a dread eclipse (without 
 
 Opposing spheres.) from her Creator's frown ! 
 
 Sun ! didst thou fly thy Maker's pain ? or start 
 
 At that enormous load of human guilt, 
 
 Which bowed his blessed head ; o'erwhelmed his cross ; 
 
 Made groan the centre ; burst earth's marble womb 
 
 With pangs, strange pangs ! delivered of her dead ? 
 
 Hell howled, and Heaven that hour let fall a tear ; 
 
 Heaven wept that man might smile ! Heaven bled that 
 
 man 
 Might never die ! Youny. 
 
 My soul is caught : 
 
 Heaven's sovereign blessings, clustering from the cross, 
 Rush on her in a throng, and close her round, 
 The prisoner of amaze ! In his blessed life 
 
 1 see the path, and, in His death, the price, 
 And in His great ascent, the proof supreme 
 
 Of immortality. Young.
 
 CROSS. 159 
 
 Man, know thyself ; all wisdom centres there, 
 To none man seems ignoble but to man ; 
 Angels that grandeur, men o'erlook, admire, 
 How long shall human nature be their book, 
 Degenerate mortal ! and unread by thee ? 
 The beam dim reason sheds, shows wonders there ; 
 What high contents ! illustrious faculties ! 
 But the grand comment which displays at full 
 Our human height, scarce sever'd from divine, 
 By heaven composed, was publish'd on the cross. 
 
 Young. 
 
 There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods, 
 
 And weeping yews o'ershade the lettered stones ; 
 While midnight silence wraps these dark abodes, 
 
 And soothes me, wand'ring o'er my kindred bones ; 
 Let kindled fancy view the glorious morn, 
 
 When from the bursting graves the dust shall rise, 
 All nature smiling ; and, by angels borne, 
 
 Messiah's cross, far blazing o'er the skies. 
 
 Mickle. 
 
 Hear the just law, the judgment of the skies ; 
 
 He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies ; 
 
 And he that will be cheated to the last, 
 
 Delusions strong as hell shall bind him fast. 
 
 But if the wanderer his mistake discern, 
 
 Judge his own ways, and sigh for a return, 
 
 Bewildered once, must he bewail his loss 
 
 For ever and for ever ? No the cross ! 
 
 There, and there only, (though the Deist rave, 
 
 And Atheist, if earth bear so base a slave ;) 
 
 There, and there only, is the power to save. 
 
 There no delusive hope invites despair ; 
 
 No mockery meets you, no delusion there ; 
 
 The spells and charms that blinded you before, 
 
 All vanish there, and fascinate no more. Cowper. 
 
 The cross once seen is death to every vice : 
 Else He that died there suffered all His pain, 
 Bled, groaned, and agonized, and died, in vain. 
 
 Cowper.
 
 160 CROSS. 
 
 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, 
 
 Whose precious blood the cross did stain. 
 
 Let.not those agonies be vain. Roscommon. 
 
 Guide me there, for here I burn 
 
 To make my Saviour some return. 
 
 I'll rise (if that will please thee, still. 
 
 And sure I've heard thee own it will ;) 
 
 I' 11 trace His steps and bear my cross, 
 
 Despising every grief and loss : 
 
 Since He, despising pain and shame, 
 
 First took up His, and did the same. Parnell. 
 
 How blessed the man, how fully so, 
 
 As far as man is blessed below, 
 
 Who, taking up his cross, essays 
 
 To follow Jesus all his days. Parnell. 
 
 Through cross to crown ! And, through the spirit's life, 
 
 Trials untold assail with giant strength. 
 Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, 
 And thou shalt reign, in peace, with Christ, at length. 
 
 Rosegarten. 
 
 Or if, at times, wild storms shall hover, dark, 
 Still fix thy gaze upon that hallowed mark 
 Which gilds the tempest with hope's bow divine 
 Cling to the Cross, and conquer in that sign. 
 
 B. D. Winslow. 
 Lovely was the death 
 
 Of Him whose life was love ! Holy, with power, 
 He on the thought-benighted sceptic beamed 
 Manifest Godhead. Coleridge. 
 
 Thou palsied earth, with noon-day night o'erspread ; 
 Thou sickening sun, so dark, so deep, so red ! 
 Ye hovering ghosts, that throng the starless air, 
 Why shakes the earth ? Why fades the light ? Declare ! 
 Are those His limbs, with ruthless scourges torn? 
 His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? 
 His the pale form, the meek, forgiving eye, 
 liaised from the cross in patient agony? 
 
 Bis/top Heber.
 
 DANGER. 161 
 
 DANGER. 
 
 YE have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt 
 not kill ; and whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgment : 
 
 But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother 
 without a cause shall be in danyer of the judgment : and whosoever 
 <hall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council : but 
 whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire - 
 Matthew, v. 21, 22. 
 
 WHAT is danger 
 
 More than the weakness of our apprehension ? 
 A poor cold part o' the blood ; whom takes it hold of? 
 Cowards and wicked livers ; valiant minds 
 Were made the masters of it. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Dangers of every shape and name 
 
 Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
 
 Who leave the World's deceitful shore, 
 
 And leave it to return no more. Cowper. 
 
 Dangers stand thick through all the ground 
 
 To push us to the tomb, 
 And fierce diseases wait around 
 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 
 
 To walk this dangerous road, 
 And if our souls be hurried hence, 
 
 May they be found with God. Watts. 
 
 When dangers compass me around, 
 
 And unto Thee I cry, 
 An ark of safety will be found, 
 
 Whereto my soul may fly. 
 
 I know that my Redeemer's hand 
 
 Will be outstretched to save, 
 If dangers meet me on the land, 
 
 Or on the stormy wave. 
 
 And wheresoe'er my feet may go, 
 
 Though perilous the road, 
 My soul assured will keep, and know 
 
 That there His feet have trod. Egone. 
 
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 162 DARKNESS. 
 
 DARKNESS. 
 
 IN the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. 
 
 And the earth was without form, and void ; and darkness was 111*111 
 the face of the deep. Genesis, i. 1, 2. 
 
 Thou makest darkness, and it is night : wherein all the beasts of 
 the forest do creep forth. Psalm civ. 20. 
 
 The people which sat in darkness saw great light ; and to them 
 which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprang up. 
 Matthew, iv. 16. 
 
 But the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer ilark- 
 ness: there shall l>e weeping and gnashing of teeth. Matthew, viii. 12. 
 
 HE here with us to be 
 Forsook the courts of everlasting day, 
 And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 
 
 And even the hope that threw 
 A moment's sparkle o'er our tears 
 
 Is dimm'd and vanish'd too ! 
 
 O who would bear life's stormy doom, 
 
 Did not thy wing of love 
 Come brightly wafting through the gloom 
 
 One peace-branch from above ! 
 
 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright 
 
 With more than rapture's ray, 
 As darkness shows us worlds of light 
 
 We never saw by day. Moore. 
 
 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
 Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
 Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
 The last faint pulse of quivering light. 
 
 In darkness and in weariness 
 The traveller on his way must press, 
 No gleam to watch on tree or tower, 
 Whiling away the lonesome hour. 
 
 Thou Framer of the light and dark, 
 
 Steer through the tempest thine own ark : 
 
 Amid the howling wintry sea 
 
 We are in port if we have Thee. Keble.
 
 DAVID. 163 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 DAVID, the son of Jesse, the man who was raised up on high, the 
 anointed of the Q-od of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel. II. 
 Samuel, xxiii. 1. 
 
 He chose David also his servant, and took him from the sheep-folds : 
 
 From following the ewes great with young, he brought him to feed 
 Jacob his people, and Israel his inheritance. Psalm Ixxviii. 70, 71. 
 
 I have found David my servant ; with my holy oil have I anointed 
 him. Psalm Ixxxix. 20. 
 
 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel ; for he hath visited and redeemed 
 his people, 
 
 And hath raised up an horn of salvation for us in the house of his 
 servant Darul. Luke, i. 68, 69. 
 
 For David speaketh concerning him, I foresaw the Lord always 
 before my face. Acts, ii. 25. 
 
 BEAUTEOUS and bright is lie among the tribes ; 
 
 As when the sun attired in glistering robe 
 
 Comes dancing from his oriental gate, 
 
 And, bridegroom-like, hurls through the gloomy air 
 
 His radiant beams : such doth King David show, 
 
 Crowned with the honour of his enemies' town, 
 
 Shining in riches like the firmament, 
 
 The starry vault that overhangs the earth : 
 
 So looketh David, King of Israel. George Peele. 
 
 See Judah's promised king bereft of all ; 
 
 Driven out an exile from the face of Saul. 
 
 To distant caves the lonely wanderer flies, 
 
 To seek that peace a tyrant's frown denies. 
 
 Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice ; 
 
 Hear him, o'erwhelmed with sorrows, yet rejoice; 
 
 No womanish or wailing grief has part, 
 
 No, not a moment, in his royal heart ; 
 
 'T is manly music, such as martyrs make, 
 
 Suffering with gladness for a Saviour's sake ; 
 
 His soul exults ; hope animates his lays ; 
 
 The sense of mercy kindles into praise ; 
 
 And wilds, familiar with the lion's roar, 
 
 King with ecstatic sounds unheard before. Coicper. 
 
 And lo ! the glories of the illustrious line 
 
 At their first dawn with ripened splendours shine,
 
 164 DAVID. 
 
 In David all expressed ; the good, the great, 
 The king, the hero, and the man, complete. 
 Serene he sits, and sweeps the golden lyre. 
 And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. 
 See, with what art he strikes the vocal strings 
 The God, his theme, inspiring what he sings! 
 
 Bishop Lowth. 
 
 Thy living lyre alone, whose dulcet sounds 
 
 In gentlest murmurs floating on the air. 
 
 Could calm the fury of the woe-struck king, 
 
 And soothe the agony which pierced his heart. 
 
 Or when thou swept the master strings, and rolled'st 
 
 The deep impetuous tide along with more 
 
 Than mortal sound, could'st raise his raptured soul 
 
 To ecstacy ; or from the tortured strings 
 
 Harsh discord shaking, sink him in the gulf 
 
 Of dire despair, while horror chilled his blood, 
 
 And from each pore the agonizing sweat 
 
 Distilled ! that deep -toned lyre alone can sing 
 
 Thy fervent piety, thy glowing zeal. 
 
 William Hodson. 
 
 One struggle of might, and the giant of Gath 
 With a crash like the oak in the hurricane's path, 
 And a clangour of arms, as of hosts in the fray, 
 At the feet of the stripling of Ephratah lay. 
 
 A hush of amazement ; a calm as of death, 
 
 When the watcher lists long for that spasm-drawn 
 
 breath, 
 
 Then a shout like the roll of artillery rose, 
 And the armies of Israel swept on to their foes. 
 
 For a space the Philistine had paused, as in doubt, 
 Ere the Israelite triumph rang gloriously out ; 
 Then, scattering his arms on the mountains, he fled, 
 Till the valley of Elah was strewn with the dead. 
 
 The carnage moved on, and alone in the vale, 
 The Shepherd knelt down by the dead in his mail. 
 And there, with his arm on that still reeking sword, 
 Poured forth his thanksgiving in prayer to the Lord. 
 
 Anon.
 
 165 
 
 DAY. 
 
 AND God called the light Day. Genesis, i. 5. 
 
 The day of the Lord is great and very terrible ; and who caai abide 
 it? Joel, ii. 11. 
 
 But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of 
 heaven, but my Father only. Matthew, xxiv. 36. 
 
 The dayspring from on high hath visited us. Luke, i. 78. 
 
 Behold, now is the accepted time ; behold, now is the day of salva- 
 tion. II. Corinthians, vi. 2. 
 
 How many hours bring about the day ? 
 
 How many days will finish up the year ? Shakspere. 
 
 The breath of heaven, blowing pure and sweet, 
 With dayspring born, here leaves us to respire. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Yet are we able only to survey 
 Dawnings of beams, and promises of day. 
 
 Prior. 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes my waking eyes ; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To Him that rules the skies. 
 
 Night unto night His name repeats, 
 
 The day renews the sound, 
 Wide as the heaven on which he sits, 
 
 To turn the seasons round. Watts. 
 
 See, where the falling day 
 In silence steals away, 
 
 Behind the western hills withdrawn ; 
 Her fires are quench'd, her beauty fled, 
 With blushes all her face o'erspread, 
 
 As conscious she had ill fulfill'd 
 
 The promise of the dawn. 
 
 Another morning soon shall rise, 
 Another day salute our eyes, 
 As smiling and as fair as she, 
 And make as many promises : 
 
 But do not thou 
 
 The tale believe. 
 
 They 're sisters all, 
 
 And all deceive. Barbauld.
 
 166 DAY. 
 
 Sudden in the sky 
 Stands the great sun ! Like the first glorious breath 
 
 Of Freedom to the slave, like Hope upon 
 The hush of woe, or through the mists of death 
 
 The pardoning Angel comes to earth the Sun. 
 Ice still on land still vapour in the air, 
 But Light the victor Lord but Light is there ! 
 
 On siege-worn cities, when their war is spent, 
 From the far hill as gleam on gleam, arise 
 
 The spears of some great aiding armament, 
 
 Grow the dim splendours, broadening up the skies ; 
 
 Till, bright and brighter, the sublime array 
 
 Fungs o'er the world the banners of the Day I 
 
 Sir E. Bulwer Lytton. 
 
 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away ; 
 What power shall be the sinner's stay ? 
 How will ye meet that dreadful day ? 
 
 When shrivelling like a parched scroll, 
 The naming heavens together roll ; 
 When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
 Swells the high trump that wakes the dead. 
 
 O ! on that day, that wrathful day, 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay ; 
 Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 
 
 Scott. 
 
 Oh ! day of days ! shall hearts set free, 
 No "minstrel rapture" find for theeP 
 Thou art the Sun of other days, 
 They shine by giving back thy rays : 
 
 Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere, 
 Thou shedd'st thy light on all the year, 
 Sundays by thee more glorious break, 
 An Easter day in every week. 
 
 And week days following in their train, 
 
 The fullness of thy blessing gain, 
 
 Till all, both resting and employ, 
 
 Be one Lord's day of holy joy. Kettle.
 
 DEATH. 167 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 LET me die the death of the righteous, and lot my last end be like 
 his! Numbers, xxiii. 10. 
 
 But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? Can I bring him 
 back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. 
 II. Samuel, xii. 2y. 
 
 What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death i Shall he de- 
 liver his soul from the hand of the grave ? Psalm Ixxxix. 48. 
 
 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. Psalin 
 cxvi. 15. 
 
 Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him : but weep sore for 
 him that goeth away : for he shall return no more, nor see his native 
 country. Jeremiah, xxii. 10. 
 
 O ilcat/i, where is thy sting ? O grave, where is thy victory '- 
 
 The sting of death is sin ; and the strength of sin is the law. 
 
 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our 
 Lord Jesus Christ. I. Corinthians, xv. 55, 56, 57. 
 
 But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them 
 which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no 
 hope. 
 
 For if we believe that Jesus tiled and rose again, even so them also 
 which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. I. Thessalonians, iv. 
 13, 14. 
 
 Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, He 
 also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death He 
 might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil, 
 
 And deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime 
 subject to bondage.- .Hebrews, ii. 14, 15. 
 
 Blessed are the dead \\hich die in the Lord from henceforth : Yea. 
 .saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours ; and their 
 works do follow them. Revelations, xiv. 13. 
 
 AH, but to die, and go we know not where ; 
 To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; 
 This sensible warm motion to become 
 A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit 
 To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside 
 In thrilling regions of thick -ribbed ice : 
 To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, 
 And blown with restless violence round about 
 The pendant world ; or to be worse than worst 
 Of those, that lawless and uncertain thoughts 
 Imagine howling ! 't is too horrible ! 
 The weariest and most loathed worldly life 
 That age, ache, penury, imprisonment, 
 Can lay on nature, is a paradise 
 To what we fear of death. Shakspere.
 
 168 DEATH. 
 
 O harmless Death ! whom still the valiant brave, 
 
 The wise expect, the sorrowful invite ; 
 And all the good embrace, who know the Grave, 
 
 A short dark passage to eternal light. 
 
 Sir W. Davenant. 
 
 This world death's region is, the other, life's : 
 And here it should be one of our first strifes, 
 So to front death, as each might judge us past it : 
 For good men but see death, the others taste it. 
 
 Sen Jonson. 
 
 The glories of our birth and state 
 
 Are shadows, not substantial things ; 
 There is no armour against fate : 
 Death lays his icy hands on kings : 
 Sceptre and crown 
 Must tumble down, 
 And in the dust be equal made 
 With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 
 
 Some men with swords may reap the field, 
 And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; 
 But their strong nerves at last must yield, 
 They tame but one another still. 
 Early or late 
 They stoop to fate, 
 
 And must give up their murmuring breath, 
 When they, pale captives, creep to death. 
 
 The garlands wither on your brow, 
 
 Then boast no more your mighty deeds, 
 Upon death's purple altar now 
 See where the victor victim bleeds : 
 All heads must come 
 To the cold tomb: 
 Only the actions of the just 
 Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. Shirley. 
 
 He patient show'd us the wise course to steer, 
 A candid censor, and a friend sincere ; 
 He taught us how to live ; and (Oh ! too high 
 The price of knowledge,) taught us how to die. 
 
 Tickell.
 
 DEATH. 169 
 
 That I must die, it is my only comfort ; 
 
 Death is the privilege of human nature, 
 
 And life without it were not worth our taking ; 
 
 Thither the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner, 
 
 Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down. 
 
 Come then, and take me into thy cold arms, 
 
 Thou meagre shade ; here let me breathe my last. 
 
 Charmed with my Father's pity and forgiveness, 
 
 More than if angels tuned their golden viols, 
 
 And sung a requiem to my parting soul. Howe, 
 
 Death comes with irrespective feet 
 
 And beats upon the door, 
 That shuts the palace of the great, 
 
 The cabin of the poor. Howell, from Horace. 
 
 And since 'tis certain then that we must die, 
 No hope, no chance, no prospect of redress ; 
 Be it our constant aim, unswervingly, 
 To tread God's narrow path of holiness : 
 For He is first, last, midst O, let us press 
 Onwards and when death's monitory glance 
 Shall summon us to join his mortal dance, 
 Even then shall hope and joy our footsteps bless. 
 
 From the Spanish of R. de Carrion. 
 
 I fled and cried out Death 
 Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed 
 From all her caves, and back resounded Death. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Thou dost, O Death, a peaceful harbour lie 
 Upon the margin of Eternity ; 
 Where the rough waves of Time's impetuous tide 
 Their motion lose, and quietly subside. 
 Weary, they roll their drowsy heads asleep 
 At the dark entrance of Duration's deep. 
 Hither our vessels in their turn retreat ; 
 Here still they find a safe untroubled seat, 
 When worn with adverse passions, furious strife, 
 And the hard passage of tempestuous life. 
 
 Blackmore
 
 170 DEATH. 
 
 Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, 
 
 Shining nowhere but in the dark, 
 What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, 
 
 Could man outlook that mark! 
 He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest may know 
 
 At first sight, if the bird be flown ; 
 But what fair field or grove he sings in now, 
 
 That is to him unknown. Henry Vaughan. 
 
 The man, how wise, who, sick of gaudy scenes, 
 Is led by choice to take his favourite walk 
 Beneath death's gloomy, silent cypress shades, 
 Unpierced by vanity's fantastic ray ! 
 To read his monuments, to weigh his dust, 
 Visit his vaults, and dwell among the tombs ! 
 
 Young. 
 
 Why should man's high aspiring mind 
 
 Burn in him, with so proud a breath : 
 When all his haughty views can. find 
 
 In this world, yields to death ; 
 The fair, the brave, the vain, the wise, 
 
 The rich, the poor, the great, and small, 
 Are each, but worm's anatomies, 
 
 To strew his quiet hall. 
 
 Power may make many earthly gods, 
 
 Where gold, and bribery's guilt, prevails ; 
 But death's unwelcome honest odds, 
 
 Kicks o'er the unequal scales. 
 The flatter'd great, may clamours raise 
 
 Of power, and their own weakness hide ; 
 But death shall find unlooked-for ways 
 
 To end the farce of pride. 
 
 Death levels all things, in his march 
 
 Nought can resist his mighty strength ; 
 The palace proud, triumphal arch, 
 
 Shall mete their shadow's length : 
 The rich, the poor, one common bed 
 
 Shall find, in the unhonoured grave, 
 Where weeds shall crown alike the head 
 
 Of tyrant, and of slave. Andrew Marvell.
 
 DEATH. 171 
 
 The prince, who kept the world in awe, 
 
 The judge, whose dictate fix'd the law, 
 
 The rich, the poor, the great, the small, 
 
 Are levell'd : death confounds them all. Gay. 
 
 There was, 't is said, and I believe, a time 
 When humble Christians died with views sublime ; 
 When all were ready for their faith to bleed, 
 And few to write or wrangle for their creed ; 
 When lively faith upheld the sinking heart, 
 And friends assured to meet prepared to part ; 
 When love felt hope, when sorrow grew serene, 
 And all felt comfort in the death-bed scene. 
 
 Crabbe. 
 
 On this side, and on that, men see their friends 
 
 Drop off, like leaves in autumn ; yet launch out 
 
 Into fantastic schemes, which the long-livers, 
 
 In the world's hale and degenerate days, 
 
 Could scarce have leisure for : fools that we are ! 
 
 Never to think of death, and of ourselves, 
 
 At the same time ! As if, to learn to die, 
 
 Were no concern of ours ! Blair. 
 
 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 
 
 Bridal of earth and sky, 
 The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, 
 
 For thou, alas ! must die ! 
 
 Sweet rose, in air whose odours wave, 
 
 And colour charms the eye, 
 Thy root is ever in its grave, 
 
 And thou, alas ! must die ! 
 
 Sweet spring, of days and roses made, 
 
 Whose charms for beauty vie ; 
 Thy days depart, thy roses fade 
 
 Thou, too, alas ! must die ! 
 
 Be wise, then, Christian, while you may, 
 
 For swiftly time is flying ; 
 The thoughtless man may laugh to-day, 
 
 To-morrow may be dying ! Bishop Home.
 
 172 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 Death distant ! no alas ! he 's ever with us, 
 And shakes the dart at us in all our actings ; 
 He lurks within our cup, while we 're in health ; 
 Sits by our sick-bed, mocks our medicines ; 
 We cannot walk, or sit, or ride, or travel, 
 But death is by to seize us when he lists. 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 Since we can die but once, and after death 
 
 Our state no alteration knows, 
 But when we have resigu'd our breath, 
 
 Th' immortal spirit goes 
 To endless joys, or everlasting woes ; 
 Wise is the man who labours to secure 
 
 That mighty and important stake ; 
 And by all methods strives to make 
 His passage safe, and his reception sure. 
 
 J. Pomfret. 
 Death rides on every passing breeze, 
 
 He lurks in every flower ; 
 Each season has its own disease, 
 
 Its perils every hour ! 
 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 
 
 Of youth's soft cheek decay, 
 And fate descend in sudden night 
 
 On manhood's middle day. Heber. 
 
 Death 's but a path that must be trod, 
 
 If man would ever pass to God ; 
 
 A port of calms, a state to ease 
 
 From the rough rage of swelling seas. Pirnell. 
 
 Happy the babe, who, privileged by fate 
 To shorter labour, and a lighter weight, 
 Received but yesterday the gift of breath, 
 Ordered to-morrow to return to Death. Prior. 
 
 Leaves have their time to fall, 
 And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, 
 
 And stars to set but all, 
 Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! 
 
 Hemans.
 
 DEATH. 173 
 
 O what is Death? 'Tis life's last shore. 
 Where vanities are vain no more ! 
 Where all pursuits their goal obtain, 
 And life is all retouched again ; 
 Where, in their bright results, shall rise 
 Thought, virtues, friendships, griefs, and joys. 
 
 Leigh Richmond. 
 
 Cold hand, I touch thee ! Perished friend ! I know 
 What years of mutual joy are gone with thee ; 
 
 And yet from those benumbed remains there flow 
 Calm thoughts, that best with chastened hopes agree. 
 
 How strange is Death to life ! and yet how sure 
 The law which dooms all living things to die ! 
 Whate'er is outward cannot long endure, 
 And all that lasts, eludes the subtlest eye. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, 
 
 Death came with friendly care, 
 The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, 
 
 And bade it blossom there. Coleridge. 
 
 O Death I Thou great invisible, 
 
 Pale monarch of the unending Past, 
 Who shall thy countless trophies tell, 
 
 Or when shall be thy last ! 
 By thee high thrones to earth are flung 
 
 By thee the sword and sceptre rust 
 By thee the beautiful and young 
 
 Lie mouldering in the dust. 
 Into thy cold and faded reign 
 
 All glorious things of earth depart ; 
 The fairest forms are early slain, 
 
 And quenched the fiery heart. 
 But in yon world thou hast not been, 
 
 Where joy can fade, nor beauty fall : 
 O, mightiest of the things unseen, 
 
 Save One that ruleth all ! Geo. H. Colton. 
 
 To die is landing on some peaceful shore, 
 Where billows never beat, nor tempests roar, 
 Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 't is o'er. 
 
 Garth.
 
 174 DEATH. 
 
 The air of death breathes through our souls, 
 
 The dead all round us lie; 
 By day and night the death-beU. tolls, 
 
 And says, "Prepare to die!" 
 The loving ones we love the best, 
 
 Like music all are gone ! 
 And the wan moonlight bathes in rest 
 
 Their monumental stone. 
 But not when the death -prayer is said, 
 
 The life of life departs ; 
 The body in the grave is laid, 
 
 Its beauty in our hearts. Professor liaison. 
 
 Sleep on, sleep on, ye resting dead ; 
 
 The grass is o'er ye growing 
 In dewy greenness. Ever fled 
 From you hath Care ; and in its stead 
 Peace hath with you its dwelling made, 
 
 Where tears do cease from flowing 
 
 Sleep on ! Robert Nicol. 
 
 All at rest now all dust ! wave flows on wave; 
 But the sea dries not ! what to us the grave ? 
 It brings no real homily ; we sigh, 
 Pause for awhilr and murmur, "all must die !" 
 Then rush to pleasure, action, sin once more, 
 Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore. 
 
 Sir E. Bulwer Lytton. 
 
 Ah ! it is sad when one thus link'd departs ! 
 When Death, that mighty sev'rer of true hearts, 
 Sweeps through the halls so lately loud in mirth, 
 And leaves pale Sorrow weeping by the hearth ! 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 
 So live, that when thy summons comes, 
 The innumerable caravan that moves 
 To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 
 His chamber in the silent halls of death, 
 That thou, sustained and soothed, approach thy grave 
 Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 
 Around him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 
 
 W. C. Bryant.
 
 DEFENCE. 175 
 
 DEFENCE. 
 
 BE thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. Psalm 
 xxxi. 2. 
 
 Deliver me from my enemies, O my God : defend me from them 
 that rise up against me. Psalm lix. 1. 
 
 WHO trust in thee, O let not shame deject ! 
 
 Thou ever just, my chased soule secure : 
 Lord lend a willing eare, with speede protect ; 
 
 Be thou my rock ; with thy strong arme immure. 
 My rock, my fortresse, for thy honour aid, 
 
 And my engaged feet from danger guide, 
 Pull from their subtile snares in secret laid, 
 
 O thou, my only strength, so often try'd. 
 O let thy face upon thy servant shine ; 
 
 Save for thy mercies sake, from shame defend. 
 Shame cover those who keepe no lawes of thine, 
 
 And undeplored to the grave descend ! Sandys. 
 
 How are thy servants blest O Lord ! 
 
 How sure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 
 Their help omnipotence. 
 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, 
 
 Thy goodness I '11 adore ; 
 And praise thee for thy mercies past, 
 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 My life, if thou preserv'st my life, 
 
 Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
 And death, if death must be my doom, 
 
 Shall join my soul to Thee. Addison. 
 
 From common accidents of life 
 
 His care shall guard thee still ; 
 From the blind strokes of chance, and foes 
 
 That lie in wait to kill. 
 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, 
 Thy God shall thee defend ; 
 Conduct thee, through life's pilgrimage, 
 
 Safe to thy journey's end. 
 
 Brady and Tate.
 
 176 DELIGHT. 
 
 DELIGHT. 
 
 DELIGHT thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desire 
 of thine heart. Psalm xxxvii. 4. 
 
 Then I was by him, as one brought up with him ; and I was daily 
 his delight, rejoicing always before him ; rejoicing in the habitable 
 part of his earth ; and my delights were with the sons of men. - 
 Proverbs, viii. 80, 81. 
 
 Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest ; yea, he shall give 
 delight unto thy soul. Proverbs, xxix. 17. 
 
 O VOICE ! once heard 
 Delightfully, increase and multiply ; 
 Now death to him. Milton. 
 
 Holy and reverend is the name 
 
 Of our Eternal King : 
 Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry ; 
 
 Thrice holy let us sing. 
 
 Holy is He in all His works, 
 
 And truth is His delight ! 
 But sinners and their wicked ways, 
 
 Shall perish from His sight. Needham. 
 
 And was the day of my delight 
 
 As pure and perfect as I say ? 
 
 We know the very Lord of Day 
 Is dash'd with wandering isles of night. 
 
 If all was good and fair we met, 
 
 This earth had been a paradise ; 
 
 It never look'd to human eyes 
 Since Adam left his garden yet. Tennyson. 
 
 Amid a round of vain delights he lived, 
 
 And took his fill of pleasure ; never thought 
 
 That life had higher objects, nobler aims 
 
 Than just to eat, and drink, and pass away 
 
 The precious hours in revelry and mirth. 
 
 Born to a priceless heritage, he went 
 
 Down to his grave, and knew it not, and all 
 
 The everlasting pleasures and delights 
 
 Of heaven he forfeited great loss was his ! Egone.
 
 DELIVERANCE. 
 
 DELIVERANCE. 
 
 THOU art my King, O God : command deliverances for Jacob. 
 I'talm xliv. 4.. 
 
 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the 
 hand of the unrighteous and cruel man. Psalm Ixxi. 4. 
 
 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name 
 of the Lord shall be delivered: for in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem 
 shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said. Joel, ii. 32. 
 
 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to 
 preach the gospel to the poor ; he hath sent me to heal the broken- 
 hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of siaht 
 to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised. Luke, iv. 18. 
 
 BREAK off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 
 How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
 Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell, 
 
 And led the monster, Death, in chains, Watts. 
 
 Lord, I have put my trust in Thee, 
 
 Turn not my confidence to shame ; 
 Thy promise is a rock to me. 
 
 A tower of refuge is Thy name. 
 
 Thou hast upheld me from the womb ; 
 
 Thou wert my strength and hope in youth ; 
 Now, trembling, bending o'er the tomb, 
 
 I lean upon Thine arm of truth. 
 
 Cast me not off in mine old age, 
 
 Forsake me not in my last hour ; 
 The foe hath not forgone his rage, 
 
 The lion ravens to devour. 
 
 Me, through what troubles hast Thou brought ! 
 
 Me, with what consolations crown'd ! 
 Now be Thy last deliverance wrought : 
 My soul in peace with Thee be found ! 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 Open now the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing streams do flow ; 
 Let the fiery cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through : 
 
 Strong Deliverer, 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. Oliver.
 
 178 DELUSIONS. 
 
 DELUSIONS. 
 
 I also will choose their delusions, and will bring their fears upon 
 them ; because when I called, none did answer ; when I spake, they did 
 not hear : but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which 
 I delighted not. Isaiah, Ixvi. 4. 
 
 God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie. 
 II. Thessalonians, ii. 11. 
 
 WHO therefore seeks in these 
 True wisdom, finds her not, or by delusion. Milton. 
 
 Dreams and delusions play 
 With man : he thinks not of his mortal fate : 
 Death treads his silent way ; 
 The earth turns round, and then, too late, 
 Man finds no beam is left of all his fancied state. 
 
 Rise from your sleep, vain men ! 
 Look round, and ask if spirits born of Heaven, 
 And bound to Heaven again, 
 Were only lent or given 
 To be in this mean round of shades and follies driven. 
 
 Turn your unclouded eye 
 Up to yon bright, to yon eternal spheres ; 
 And spurn the vanity 
 Of time's delusive years, 
 And all its flattering hopes, and all its frowning fears. 
 
 What is the ground ye tread 
 But a mere point compared with that vast space 
 Around, above you spread 
 Where, in the Almighty's face, 
 The present, future, past, hold an eternal place P 
 
 from the Spanish of Luis Ponce de Leon. 
 
 We walk amid delusions here, 
 
 Our joys are unsubstantial things, 
 Though glorious our dreams appear, 
 
 They have their quick evanishings ; 
 They cheat the sense, with vain pretence, 
 
 The heart that on them leans deceive ; 
 Delusive all, they rise and fall, 
 
 And nought but sad remembrance leave. Eyone.
 
 179 
 
 DENIAL. 
 
 WHOSOEVER shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before 
 my Father which is in heaven. Matthew, x. 33. 
 
 Peter answered and said unto him, Though all men shall he offended 
 because of thee, yet will I never be offended. 
 
 Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, that this night, before 
 the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. 
 
 Peter said unto him, Though I should die with thee, yet will I 
 not deny thee. Likewise also said all the disciples. Matthew, xxvi. 
 33, 34, 35. 
 
 I THINK that look of Christ might seem to say : 
 "Thou, Peter ! art thou then a common stone, 
 Which I at last must break my heart upon, 
 For all God's charge to His high angels may 
 Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday 
 Wash my feet, my beloved, that they should run 
 Quick to deny me, 'neath the morning sun, 
 And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ? 
 The cock crows coldly, Go, and manifest 
 A late contrition, but no bootless fear ! 
 For when thy deathly need is bitterest, 
 Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here 
 My voice to God and angels shall attest, 
 'Because I know this man let him go clear."' 
 
 Elizabeth Barrett. 
 
 She in her Saviour's ranks had done 
 A veteran's service, and with Polycarp 
 Might say to Death, "For more than fourscore years 
 He was my Lord shall I deny Him now ?" 
 No ! no ! thou could'sfc not turn away from Him 
 Who was thy hope in youth, and on whose arm 
 The feebleness of hoary hairs were staid. 
 Before His Father, and the Angel host, 
 He will adjudge thee faithful. So farewell, 
 Blessed and full of days. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Numbers before have try'd, 
 
 And found the promise true ; 
 Nor yet one been deny'd, 
 
 Then why should I or you ? 
 Let us by faith our footsteps trace, 
 And hasten to the throne of grace. Julin Newton.
 
 180 
 
 DESIRE DESIRES. 
 
 LORD, all my desire is before thee ; and iny groaning is not hid 
 from thee. Psalm xxxviii. 9. 
 
 And I will shake all nations, and the desire of all nations shall 
 come : and I will fill this house with glory, saith the Lord of hosts. 
 Haggai, ii. 7. 
 
 For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and 
 to be with Christ ; which is far better. Philippians, i. 23. 
 
 BUT our desires' tyrannical extortion 
 
 Doth force us there to set our chief delightfulness, 
 
 When but a baiting-place is all our portion. 
 
 Sir P. Sidney. 
 
 Thou blind man's mark ; thou fool's self-chosen snare, 
 Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought ; 
 Band of all evils ; cradle of causeless care ; 
 Thou web of ill, whose end is never wrought, 
 Desire ! Desire I I have too dearly bought, 
 With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware ; 
 Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought, 
 Who should'st my mind to higher things prepare. 
 
 Sir P. Sidney. 
 
 Desire 's the vast extent of human mind, 
 It mounts above, and leaves poor hope behind. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 How large are our desires ! and yet how few 
 Events are answerable ! So the dew, 
 Which early on the top of mountains stood, 
 Meaning, at least, to imitate a flood ; 
 When once the sun appears, appears no more, 
 And leaves that parch'd which was too moist before. 
 
 Gomersall. 
 Sages leave your contemplations, 
 
 Brighter visions beam afar ; 
 
 Seek the great Desire of nations, 
 
 Ye have seen its natal star ; 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 The desire of the moth for the star 
 
 Of the night for the morrow 
 The devotion to somethig afar 
 
 From the sphere of our sorrow. Shelley.
 
 DESOLATION. 181 
 
 DESOLATION. 
 
 BE not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the 
 wicked, when it cometh. Proverbs, iii. 25. 
 
 And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the desolation 
 which shall come from far? to whom will ye flee for help? and 
 where will ye leave your glory? Isaiah, x. 3. " 
 
 O my God, incline thine ear, and hear ; open thine eyes and behold 
 our desolations, and the city which is called by thy name. Daniel, 
 ix, 18. 
 
 How is Babylon become a desolation among the nations ! Jeremiah. 
 1. 23. 
 
 LET us seek some desolate shades, and there 
 Weep our sad bosoms empty. Shakespere. 
 
 My desolation does begin to make 
 
 A better life. Shakespere. 
 
 God hath created nights 
 As well as days to deck the varied globe ; 
 Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe 
 Of desolation, as in white attire. John Beaumont. 
 
 'T is well to be a mourner, well to feel 
 
 My glad hope die; 
 And sicken at the tears that daily steal 
 
 O'er the dimmed eye, 
 If this strong desolation should reveal 
 
 Where my sins lie. E. L. Montague. 
 
 I sometimes deem their pleasant smiles 
 
 Still on me sweetly fall, 
 Their tones of love I faintly hear 
 
 My name in sadness call. 
 I know that they are happy 
 
 With their angel plumage on, 
 But my heat is very desolate, 
 
 To think that they are gone. 
 
 Park Benjamin. 
 
 But this was like those sudden blasts that 
 Unlook'd for, wonder on the face of spring; 
 And worst woe for the heart, whose early fate 
 Leaves it so young, and, oh, so desolate. 
 
 Miss Landon.
 
 182 DESTRUCTION. 
 
 DESTBUCTION. 
 
 Is not dfffruction to the wicked ? and a strange punishment to the 
 workers of iniquity? Job, xxxi. 3. 
 
 thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end ; and thou 
 hast destroyed cities ; their memorial is perished with them. Psalm 
 ix. 6. 
 
 Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is 
 the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in 
 thereat. Matthew, vii. 18. 
 
 'T is safer far to be that which we destroy, 
 Than by destruction swell in doubtful joy. 
 
 Shakgpert, 
 
 What a scene of misery 
 Hath thine obdurate frowardness, old man, 
 Drawn on thy country's bosom! and, for that, 
 Thy proud ambition could not mount so high 
 As to be styled thy country's only patron; 
 Thy malice hath descended to the depth. 
 Of hell, to be renowned in the title 
 Of her destroyer. Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 To destruction, sacred and devote, 
 He with his whole posterity must die. Milton. 
 
 Thus saith the righteous Lord, 
 
 My vengeance shall unsheath the naming sword, 
 
 O'er all thy realms my fury shall be poured. 
 
 Where yon proud city stood, 
 
 I '11 spread the stagnant flood ! 
 And there the bittern in the sedge shall lurk. 
 
 Moaning with sullen strain, 
 
 While sweeping o'er the plain, 
 
 Destruction ends her work. Mason. 
 
 While like a tide our minutes flow, 
 
 The present and the past, 
 He fills his own immortal now, 
 
 And sees our ages waste. 
 
 The sea and sky must perish too, 
 
 And vast destruction come ; 
 The creatures look, how old they grow, 
 
 And wait their fiery doom ! Watts.
 
 DEVOTION. 
 
 183 
 
 DEVOTION DEVOUT. 
 
 No derated thing, that a man shall devote unto the Lord of all that 
 he hath, both of man and beast, and of the field of his possession, shall 
 be sold or redeemed : every devoted thing is most holy unto the Lord. 
 Leviticus, xxvii. 28. 
 
 A devout man, and one that feared God with all his house, which 
 gave much alms to the people, and prayed to God alway. Acts, x. 2. 
 
 For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar 
 with this inscription, To the Unknown God. Whom therefore ye 
 ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you. Acts, xvii. 23. 
 
 AN aged holy man, 
 That day and night said his devotion, 
 No other worldly business did apply. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 One grain of incense with devotion offer'd, 
 
 'S beyond all perfumes or Sabsean spices, 
 
 By one that proudly thinks he merits it. Massinger. 
 
 I fly 
 
 Those wicked tents devoted, lest the wrath 
 
 Impendent, raging into sudden flame, 
 
 Distinguish not. Milton. 
 
 In vain doth man the name of just expect, 
 
 If he devotion to his God neglect. DenJiam. 
 
 Man at home, within himself, may find 
 
 The Deity immense, and in that frame 
 
 So fearfully, so wonderfully made, 
 
 See and adore His providence and power. 
 
 I see, and I adore ! O God most bounteous ! 
 
 O Infinite of goodness and of glory ! 
 
 The knee that Thou hast shaped, shall bend to Thee ; 
 
 The tongue which Thou hast tuned, shall chant Thy 
 
 praise. 
 
 And Thine own image, the immortal soul, 
 Shall consecrate herself to Thee, for ever ! 
 
 Christopher Smart. 
 
 Devotion, when lukewarm, is undevout ; 
 But when it glows, its heat is struck to heaven : 
 To human hearts her golden harps are strung ; 
 High Heaven's orchestra chants Amen to man. 
 
 Young.
 
 184 DEW. 
 
 DEW. 
 
 THEREFORK God give thee of the d?w of heaven, and the fat) 
 the earth, and plenty of corn and wine. Genesis, xxviii. - _N. 
 
 My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the 
 dew. Deuteronomy, xxxii. 2. 
 
 As the (lew of Hermon, and as the tlew that descended upon the 
 mountains of Zion : for there the Lord commanded the blessiny, even 
 life for evermore. Psalm cxxxiii. ::. 
 
 Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee ? O Judah, what shall I <lo 
 unto thee ? For your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early 
 dew it goeth away. Hosea, vi. 4. 
 
 SEE how the orient dew, 
 
 Shed from the bosom of the morn, 
 Into the blowing roses, 
 Yet careless of its mansion new, 
 
 For the clear region where 'twas born, 
 Round in itself incloses : 
 And in its little globe's extent, 
 Frames as it can its native element. 
 How it the purple flower does slight ! 
 
 Scarce touching where it lies ; 
 
 But gazing back upon the skies, 
 Shines with a mournful light, 
 
 Like its own tear, 
 
 Because so long divided from the sphere. 
 Eestless it rolls and insecure, 
 Trembling lest it grow impure, 
 Till the warm sun pities its pain, 
 And to the skies exhales it back again. 
 
 So the soul, that drop, that ray 
 
 Of the clear fountain of eternal day, 
 
 Could it within the human flower be seen, 
 
 Remembering still its former height, 
 
 Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green. 
 
 And recollecting its own light, 
 
 Does in its pure and circling thoughts exprcv.- 
 
 The greater heaven in an heaven less. 
 
 In how coy a figure wound, 
 
 Every way it turns away ; 
 So the world excluding round, 
 
 Yet receiving in the day ;
 
 DEW. 185 
 
 Dark beneath but bright above, 
 
 Here disdaining, there in love : 
 
 How loose and easy hence to go ; 
 
 How girt and ready to ascend ; 
 
 Moving but on a point below, 
 
 It all about does upwards bend, 
 
 Such did the manna's sacred dew distil, 
 
 White and entire although congeal'd and chill ; 
 
 Congeal'd on earth ; but does dissolving run 
 
 Into the glories of the Almighty sun. 
 
 Andrew Marvell. 
 
 The starlight dews 
 All silently their tears of love instil, 
 Weeping themselves away, till they infuse, 
 Deep into nature's breast, the spirit of her hues. 
 
 Byron. 
 
 Within these leaves the holy dew 
 
 That falls from heaven, hath won anew 
 
 A glory in declining. Miss Barrett. 
 
 Those verdant hills now bathed in morning dews, 
 
 Whose every drop outvies Golconda's gem. 
 
 Lo ! one hangs glittering on yon blade of grass : 
 
 Spurn not that lucid trembler, but admire 
 
 Its glorious hues, and trace them to their source ; 
 
 The nice arrangement of its particles. 
 
 Draw nigh ; through microscopic lens inspect 
 
 That single drop's profound elaborateness 
 
 Most delicate, and wonderfully wrought. 
 
 Is it a work of chance ? It is a world 
 
 Replete with life, and love, and feud. Its crowds 
 
 Dart swift from verge to verge (their ocean depths.) 
 
 How nervous and minute each supple fin ! 
 
 What made that film-like hinge on which it plays? 
 
 What hand, what eye, save God's could fashion it? 
 
 T. L. Merritt. 
 
 Deivs of the morning ! wherefore were ye given P 
 To shine on earth, then rise to heaven. 
 
 /. Montgomery.
 
 186 DKW. 
 
 See how the dewdrops in the morning flowers 
 
 Stand glistening, brighter than the precious gem 
 
 Whose worth exalts the kingly diadem ! 
 Clear, tiny droplets, which some April showers 
 
 Born of big. listed clouds, did weep o'er them, 
 In their pure joy that summer's rosy bowers 
 
 Were bursting into bloom. Oh ! dewdrops pale, 
 How bountiful His hand, who sends the blessing 
 Of your surpassing coolness to th' oppressing 
 
 Thirst of the dying flowers, whose juices fail 
 (But for such timely aid) 'ueath noontide's sun. 
 
 There is no storm- wind with its rushing wail, 
 There is no storm-cloud lowers o'er the vale, 
 But scatters blessings as it passeth on. 
 
 G. J. O. Allmann. 
 But, ah ! what numbers still are dead, 
 
 Though under means of grace they lie ! 
 The dew still falling round their head, 
 
 And yet their heart untouched and dry. 
 Dear Saviour ! hear us when we call, 
 
 To wrestling pray'r an answer give ; 
 Pour down thy dew upon us all, 
 
 That all may feel, and all may live. 
 
 John Newton. 
 One morn I mark'd two dewdrops bright, 
 
 Impendent on a thorny spray : 
 The gems had caught my roving sight, 
 
 Gay glittering in the sunny ray. 
 
 A sudden breeze pass'd o'er the ground, 
 And shook their faithless resting-place ; 
 
 They trembled waver'd with a bound, 
 Commingled in a kind embrace, 
 
 'Tis thus, thought I, with loving hearts, 
 When adverse storms sweep o'er their sky, 
 
 In closer union, each imparts 
 
 To each, aid, comfort, soothing joy. 
 
 The mingled dewdrops by the sun 
 
 Were cherish'd, then exhaled together : 
 
 Thus virtuous love, on earth begun, 
 Renew'd in Heaven, exists for ever. 
 
 Qeorye Taylor.
 
 DISTRESS. 187 
 
 DISTRESS. 
 
 LET us arise, and go up to Bethel ; and I will make there an altar 
 unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with 
 me in the way which I went. Genesis, xxxv. 3. 
 
 I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set 
 me in a large place. Psalm cxviii. !>. 
 
 There shall be great distress in the land, and wrath upon this people. 
 Luke, xxi. 23. 
 
 THEOUGH all the changing scenes of life, 
 
 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 Of His deliverance I will boast, 
 
 Till all who are distrest 
 From my example comfort take, 
 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 
 Brady and Tote. 
 
 He can, He will, from out the dust, 
 
 Raise the blest spirits of the just ; 
 
 Heal every wound, hush every fear, 
 
 From every eye wipe every tear ; 
 
 And place them where distress is o'er, 
 
 And pleasures dwell for evermore. Bishop Mant. 
 
 Lo ! through the gloom of guilty fears, 
 
 My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; 
 The Sun of Righteousness appears 
 
 In Jesus' reconciling face. 
 
 My suffering, slain, and risen Lord ! 
 
 In deep distress I turn to Thee 
 I claim acceptance in thy word, 
 
 My God ! my God ! forsake not me ! 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 Teach me in times of deep distress 
 
 To own Thy hand, my God ! 
 And in submissive silence learn 
 
 The lessons of Thy rod. Heginbothum.
 
 188 DOUBT. 
 
 DOUBT. 
 
 AND when they saw him, they worshipped him : but some doubted. 
 Matthew, xxviii. 17. 
 
 Then came the Jews found about Him, and said unto Him, How 
 long dost thou make us to doubt? If thou be the Christ, tell us plainly. 
 John, x. 24. 
 
 Now when the high priest and the captain of the temple, and the 
 chief priests heard these things, they doubted of them whereunto this 
 would grow. Acts, v. 24. 
 
 ATTEMPT the end, and never stand to doubt ; 
 Nothing 's so hard, but search will find it out. 
 
 Herrick. 
 But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven 
 
 To censure fate, and pious hope forego ; 
 Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, 
 
 Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, 
 But frown on all who pass, a monument of woe. 
 
 Seattle. 
 
 Ah ! thou knowest not the war of struggling thought 
 
 That agitates my soul. I find in all 
 
 Some peril still to dread. I choose, and then 
 
 My choice repent ; and then again regret 
 
 Having repented ; while protracted doubt 
 
 Wearies her mind, so that the ill from good 
 
 No longer I distinguish ; till at length 
 
 The flight of time impels me to the worst ! 
 
 From the Italian of Pietre Metastasio. 
 
 Doubt ! anarch old, that staggers all 
 The mighty vulgar as the small, 
 Claims from all hearts th' allegiance won, 
 Yet satisfaction gives to none ; 
 
 And still resisted, still must reign, 
 Dreaded, abhorred, reviled in vain ; 
 Sole tyrant he, that still must thrive, 
 While any of his subjects live; 
 
 The stoutest arm he fastest binds, 
 Still strongest in the strongest minds ; 
 Who struggles hardest, suffers most ; 
 And tightens bands he cannot burst. 
 
 G. C. Cotton.
 
 189 
 
 DEEAD DREADFUL. 
 
 SHALL not his excellency make you afraid ? and his dread fall upon 
 you? Job, xiii. 11. 
 
 Withdraw thine hand far from me : and let not thy dread make me 
 afraid. Job, xiii. 21. 
 
 They were so high, that they were dreadful. Ezekiel, i. 18. 
 
 I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful 
 among the heathen. Malachi, i. 14. 
 
 saw we Dread, all trembling, how he shook, 
 With foot uncertain, proffer'd here and there ; 
 Benumb'd with speech ; and with a ghastly look, 
 Search'd every place, all pale and dread for fear ; 
 His cap borne up with starting of his hair ; 
 'Stoun'd and amazed at his own share for dread, 
 And fearing greater dangers than was need. 
 
 Sackville. 
 
 Thou attended gloriously from Heaven, 
 Shall in the sky appear, and from thee send 
 The summoning archangels to proclaim 
 Thy dread tribunal. Milton. 
 
 Who the Creator love, created might 
 
 Dread not ; within their tents no terrors walk. 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 As if a lark should suddenly drop dead 
 While the blue air yet trembled with his song, 
 So snapped at once that music's golden thread, 
 Struck by a nameless fear, that leapt along 
 From heart to heart, and like a shadow sped 
 With instantaneous shiver through the throng ; 
 So that some glanced behind, as half aware 
 A hideous shape of dread were standing there. 
 
 As when a crowd of pale men gather round, 
 
 Watching an eddy in the leaden deep, 
 
 From which they deemed the body of one drowned 
 
 Will be cast forth ; from face to face doth creep 
 
 An eager dread, that holds all tongues fast bound, 
 
 Until the horror, with a ghastly leap, 
 
 Starts up, its dead blue arms stretched aimlessly, 
 
 Heaved with the swinging of the careless sea. 
 
 J. B. Lowell.
 
 190 DUST. 
 
 DUST. 
 
 IN the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till them return unto 
 the ground ; for out of it wast thon taken : for dust thou art, and 
 unto dust shalt thou return. Genesis, iii. 19. 
 
 All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto 
 dust. Job, xxxiv. 15. 
 
 All go unto one place ; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. 
 Bcclesiastes, iii. 20. 
 
 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit 
 shall return unto God who gave it. Kcclesiastes, xii. 7. 
 
 FEAB no more the frown o' the great, 
 
 Thou art past the tyrant's stroke : 
 Care no more to clothe and eat, 
 
 To thee the reed is as the oak. 
 The sceptre, learning, physic, must 
 All follow this, and come to dust. Shakspere. 
 
 Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? 
 What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame, 
 Earth's highest station ends in "here he lies ;" 
 And "dust to dust" concludes her noblest song. 
 
 Young. 
 
 What is this passing scene ? 
 
 A peevish April day ! 
 A little sun a little rain, 
 A nd then night sweeps along the plain, 
 And all things fade away. 
 Man (soon discussed,) 
 Yields up his trust, 
 And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust. 
 
 Then, since this world is vain, 
 
 And volatile and fleet, 
 Why should I lay up worldly joys, 
 When dust corrupts, and moth destroys, 
 And cares and sorrows eat ? 
 Why fly from ill 
 With anxious skill, 
 
 When soon the hand will freeze, the throbbing heart 
 be still P If. K. White.
 
 DUTY. 191 
 
 DUTY. 
 
 FEAR God, and keep his commandments : for this is the whole duty 
 of man. Ecclesiastes, xii. 13. 
 
 So likewise ye, when ye shall have done all those things which are 
 commanded you, say, We are unprofitable servants : we have done 
 that which was our duty to do. Luke, xvii. 10. 
 
 WHO shall, O God ! ascend thy holy hill ? 
 
 Ev'n he whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure, 
 
 Faithful of Word, and dutiful of Will. 
 
 /. A. Her and. 
 
 Between ourselves and our desires, too oft, 
 
 We build a wall impassable. We mar 
 
 By futile artifice what honest skill 
 
 In either would alone effect. Straight on, 
 And up the mountain, heavenwards aloft, 
 Should be the chosen path ; however far 
 The goal may be ; to reach it wauts but will 
 
 To trust in God, and prudent courage drawn 
 From honourable purpose. Hard may be 
 
 The track, and steep to climb, but walls are none 
 
 To scale, nor ladders lack we, 'midst the chill 
 Of mental Alps, but only eyes to see 
 These words of truth light-written in the sun 
 "The path of duty aye runs up the hill." 
 
 Calder Campbell. 
 
 Bugged strength and radiant beauty 
 
 These were one in nature's plan ; 
 Humble toil and heavenward duty 
 
 These will form the perfect man. Airs. Hale. 
 
 Stern daughter of the voice of God! 
 
 O Duty ! if that name thou love 
 Who art a light to guide, a rod 
 
 To check the erring, and reprove ; 
 Thou who art victory and law 
 When empty terrors overawe, 
 Give unto me, made lowly wise, 
 The spirit of self-sacrifice. Wuidsworth.
 
 192 
 
 DWELL DWELLING. 
 
 DEPART from evil, and do good; and dwell for everm^. Psalm 
 xxxvii. 27. 
 
 My people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in suit- ilirellini/s, 
 ;md in quiet resting-places. Isaiah, xxxii. 18. 
 
 Xo man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another. God 
 ilwelleth, in us, and his love is perfected in us. 
 
 Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us. becnr 
 hath given us of his Spirit. I. John, iv. 12, IS. 
 
 I PRAIS'D the sea, whose ample field 
 Shone glorious as a silver shield ; 
 Iprais'd the earth in beauty seen, 
 With garlands gay of various green ; 
 And earth and ocean seera'd to say, 
 "Our beauties are but for a day." 
 
 I prais'd the sun, whose chariot roll'd 
 On wheels of amber and of gold : 
 I prais'd the moon, whose softer eye 
 Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky ; 
 And moon and sun in answer said, 
 "Our days of light are numbered." 
 
 O God ! O good beyond compare ! 
 
 If thus thy meaner works are fair ; 
 
 If thus thy bounties gild the span 
 
 Of ruin'd earth and sinful man, 
 
 How glorious must the mansion be, 
 
 Where thy redeem'd shall dwell with thee. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 O, come and divell with me, 
 
 Spirit of power within, 
 And bring the glorious liberty 
 
 From sorrow, fear, and sin. Wesley. 
 
 Think on th* eternal home 
 
 The Saviour left for you ; 
 Think on the Lord most holy, come 
 
 To dwell with hearts untrue. 
 So shall ye tread untired his pastoral ways, 
 And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. 
 
 Keble.
 
 193 
 
 EAETH. 
 
 AND God called the dry land Earth. Genesis, i. 10. 
 
 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; the world, and 
 they that dwell therein. Psalm xxiv. 1. 
 
 The earth, O Lord, is full of thy mercy. -Psalm cxix. 64. 
 
 The earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters 
 cover the sea. Isaiah, xi. 9. 
 
 The earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up. 
 II. Peter, iii. 10. 
 
 UNCONSTAUT Earth ! why do not mortals cease 
 To build their hopes upon so short a lease? 
 Uncertain lease, whose term but once begun, 
 Tells never when it ends till it be done : 
 We dote upon thy smiles, not knowing why, 
 And whiles we but prepare to live, we die : 
 We spring like flowers for a day's delight, 
 At noon we flourish, and we fade at night : 
 We toil for kingdoms, conquer crowns, and then 
 We that were Gods, but now, now less than men. 
 If wisdom, learning, knowledge, cannot dwell 
 Secure from change, vain bubble earth, farewell. 
 
 Francis 
 
 Earth's cup 
 
 Is poisoned ; her renown, most infamous : 
 Her gold, seem as it may, is really dust ; 
 Her titles, slanderous names ; her praise, reproach ; 
 Her strength, an idiot's boast ; her wisdom, blind ; 
 Her gain, eternal loss ; her hope, a dream ; 
 Her love, her friendship, enmity with God ; 
 Her promises, a lie ; her smile, a harlot's ; 
 Her beauty, paint, and rotten within ; her pleasures, 
 Deadly assassins masked; her laughter, grief; 
 Her breasts, the stings of death ; her total sum, 
 Her all, most total vanity. Pollok. 
 
 And had earth, then, no joys ? no native sweets, 
 No happiness, that one who spoke the truth, 
 Might call her own? She had, true native sweets, 
 Indigenous delights, which up the Tree 
 Of Holiness, embracing as they grew, 
 Ascended, and bore fruit of Heavenly taste. Pollok. 
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 194 EARTH. 
 
 Lean not on earth; 'twill pierce thee to the heart : 
 
 A broken reed at best, but oft a spear: 
 
 On its sharp point peace bleeds, and hope expires. 
 
 There's nothing here but what as nothing weighs ; 
 
 The more our joy, the more we know it vain ; 
 
 And by success are tutored to despair. 
 
 Nor is it only thus, but must be so. 
 
 Who knows not this, though grey, is still a child ; 
 
 Loose then from earth the grasp of fond desire, 
 
 Weigh anchor, and some happier clime explore. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Earth, thou great footstool of our God 
 Who reigns on high; thou fruitful source 
 Of all our raiment, life, and food. 
 Our house, our parent, and our nurse. 
 Mighty stage of mortal scenes, 
 Drest with strong and gay machines, 
 Hung with golden lamps around, 
 And flowery carpets spread the ground 
 Thou bulky globe, prodigious map, 
 That hangs unpillared in an empty space, 
 While thy unwieldly weight hangs in the feeble air, 
 Bless that Almighty word that fix'd and holds thee 
 there. Watts. 
 
 A puff of honour fills the mind, 
 
 And yellow dust is solid good ; 
 Thus, like the ass of savage kind, 
 We snuff the breezes of the wind, 
 
 Or steal the serpent's food. 
 Could all the choirs 
 That charms the poles 
 
 But strike one doleful sound, 
 'T would be employed to mourn our souls ; 
 Souls that were formed of sprightly fires 
 
 In floods of folly drowned. 
 Souls made of glory seek a brutal joy ; 
 
 How they disclaim their heavenly birth, 
 Melt their bright substance down with drossy earth, 
 And hate to be refined from that impure alloy. 
 
 Watts.
 
 EARTH. 195 
 
 There are wondrous things on the aged earth; 'tis 
 
 speeding to its close ; 
 From the very heart of the prosperous world the 
 
 prophet-thunder grows ; 
 And as this sphere whirls round and round upon its 
 
 endless way, 
 And as the laws of the universe from their boundless 
 
 centres sway, 
 From the everlasting hills of heaven look down a 
 
 seraph-race, 
 And gaze upon the mighty change that speaks aloud 
 
 through epace: 
 With joy they hymn the Eternal, in whose embrace 
 
 they live, 
 And strike the harp to him who loves to pity and 
 
 forgive. 
 
 Stands the archangel Lucifer on a stormy planet near, 
 And the hollow sound of his mighty voice fills many 
 
 worlds with fear ; 
 "Vain earth," he said, "thy pigmy lords may strive 
 
 from thee to rise, 
 May gasp their hopes in frequent verse, they half 
 
 philosophize, 
 Build temples to the monarch steam, be victors o'er 
 
 the sea 
 Their pride, their power shall disappear at one dark 
 
 glance from me ! 
 O for the fierce wild rapture of that fast approaching 
 
 day, 
 When man and his brief dwelling in the storm are 
 
 swept away." 
 
 Far in the centre of all space burns the eternal throne, 
 Where God, unseen, ineffable, dwells in his light alone. 
 "My Son," the one existence saith, "earth speeds its 
 
 course to thee, 
 And soon beneath thy rule of love its kingdoms shall 
 
 be free. 
 
 The demons dream of fury, of swift, consuming fire, 
 Dream that the spirit of the Lord is stern resentful 
 
 ire :
 
 196 EARTH. 
 
 But the whole universe shall know that mercy is 
 
 divine 
 Beloved Son ! Men. angels, fiends, for evermore an- 
 
 thine." Carrera. 
 
 I believe this earth on which we stand 
 Is but the vestibule to glorious mansions, 
 Through which a moving crowd for ever press. 
 
 Joanna Baillie. 
 
 As trees beneath the soil must shoot, 
 
 Before they form the grove, 
 So man in earth must spread his root, 
 
 That hopes to bloom above. Thomas Ward. 
 
 Earth hath of thee had glimpses, shaped to suit 
 
 The contemplative Spirit, suffering 
 
 From occultation of the absolute, 
 
 The shadow of the spiritual thing 
 
 That passing, veils the Truth. Let it pass on ! 
 
 Shine forth, O Sun ! the universal King, 
 
 Intelligible God. Thy steadfast Throne 
 
 For ever is immovable, and Earth 
 
 Light from thine aspect borrows, and, anon, 
 
 In constant revolution, giveth birth 
 
 To darkness, not forsaken : for the Moon 
 
 And Stars reflect thy glory faintly forth, 
 
 In night, most holy night, in whose high noon 
 
 Majestic Heaven itself alone reveals 
 
 To faith, a starry spell, a visible tune, 
 
 Until thy reappearing opes the seals 
 
 Of the mysterious Tome, and supersedes 
 
 Their borrowed lights their spirit-motioned wheels. 
 
 Yet are they G-od's ! how happy he who reads 
 
 Their office rightly; oracles Earth hears 
 
 In visionary slumber, hears and heeds ; 
 
 The Deities of darkness, on the spheres 
 
 Enthroned, Angels of Night, whose choral gleams 
 
 Echo the word unto the worlds He cheers. 
 
 J. A. Heraud.
 
 ELEMENTS. 197 
 
 ELEMENTS. 
 
 EVEN so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the 
 elements of the world. G-alatians, iv. 3. 
 
 But now, after that ye have known God, or rather are known of 
 God, how turn ye again to the weak and beggarly elements, whereunto 
 ye desire again to be in bondage? Galatians, iv. 9. 
 
 But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night ; in the 
 which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements 
 shall melt with fervent heat. II. Peter, iii. 10. 
 
 1 CAVILLED at the elements what is earth ? 
 
 A huge congestion of unmethodized matter 
 
 With but a skin of life a mighty solid, 
 
 Which nature's prodigal of space provides 
 
 For superficial uses ; and what air ? 
 
 A motion and a pressure ; fire ? a change ; 
 
 And light ? the language of the things called dumb. 
 
 Last came the troubled question what am I ? 
 A blade, a sapling of the growth of life 
 Wherewith the outside of the earth is covered ; 
 A comprehensive atom, all the world 
 In act of thought embracing ; in the world 
 A grain scarce filling a particular place. 
 
 Henry Taylor. 
 
 Father, I know my frame is all composed 
 
 Of elements that perish ; and I know 
 
 The bondage whereunto my grovelling soul 
 
 Still turns, in spite of higher aspirations. 
 
 Oh, grant me strength to burst the chains of sense ! 
 
 That in the elemental wreck to come, 
 
 I may not perish utterly, but live 
 
 To praise and bless Thee for my great salvation. 
 
 Eg one. 
 
 Let every element rejoice ; 
 
 Ye thunders, burst with awful voice 
 
 To Him who bade you roll. 
 His praise in softened notes declare, 
 Each whispering breeze of yielding air, 
 
 And breathe it to the soul. Ogilvie.
 
 198 
 
 ENVY. 
 
 BE not thou envious against evil men, neither desire to be with 
 them. Proverbs, xxiv. 1. 
 
 Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous ; but who is able to stand 
 before envy ? Proverbs, xxvii. 4. 
 
 But Pilate answered them, saying, Will ye that I release unto you 
 the King of the Jews? 
 
 For he knew that the chief priests had delivered him for envy. 
 Mark, xv. 9, 10. 
 
 For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil 
 work. James, iii. 16. 
 
 AND next to him malicious Envy rode 
 Upon a ravenous wolfe, and still did chaw 
 Between his cankered teeth a venomous tode, 
 That all the poison ran about his jaw : 
 But inwardly he chawed his own maw 
 At neighbour's wealth that made him ever sad, 
 For death it was when any good he saw ; 
 And wept, that cause of weeping none he had ; 
 And when he heard of harme he waxed wondrous glad. 
 
 Spenser. 
 I envy not their hap 
 
 Whom favour doth advance ; 
 I take no pleasure in their pain 
 That have less happy chance. 
 To rise by others' fall 
 
 I deem a losing gain ; 
 All states with others' ruin built, 
 
 To ruin run amain. Southwell. 
 
 Here are no false entrapping baits, 
 To hasten too, too hasty fates ; 
 
 Unless it be 
 
 The fond credulity 
 
 Of silly fish, which, worldling like, still look 
 Upon the bait, but never on the hook : 
 Nor envy, unless among 
 The birds, for prize of their sweet song. 
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh. 
 
 For every thing contains within itself 
 
 The seeds and sources of its own corruption ; 
 
 The cankering rust corrodes the brightest steel ;
 
 ENVY. 199 
 
 The moth frets out your garment, and the worm 
 Eats its slow way into the solid oak : 
 But Envy, of all evil things the worst, 
 The same to-day, to-morrow, and .for ever, 
 Saps and consumes the heart in which it works. 
 
 Cumberland. 
 
 Envy 's a sharper spur than pay, 
 And, unprovok'd, 't will court the fray. 
 ****** 
 
 Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise, 
 For envy is a kind of praise. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Canst thou discern another's mind P 
 
 What is't you envy 1 Envy 's blind. 
 
 Tell Envy, when she would annoy, 
 
 That thousands want what you enjoy. Gay. 
 
 The lion craved the fox's art ; 
 
 The fox the lion's force and heart ; 
 
 The cock implored the pigeon's flight, 
 
 Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light ; 
 
 The pigeon strength of wing despised, 
 
 And the cock's matchless valour prized. 
 
 The fishes wish'd to graze the plain ; 
 
 The beasts to skim beneath the main. 
 
 Thus, envious of another's state, 
 
 Each blam'd the partial hand of fate. Gay. 
 
 Slander'd in vain, enjoy the spleen of foes ; 
 Let these from envy hate from interest those ! 
 Guilt, like the first, your gratitude requires, 
 Since none can envy till he first admires ; 
 And nature tells the last his crime is none, , 
 Who to your interest but prefers his own. 
 
 Aaron Hill. 
 
 What made the man of Envy what he was, 
 Was worth in others, vileness in himself, 
 A lust of praise, with undeserving deeds, 
 And conscience poverty of soul ; and still 
 It was his earnest work and daily toil, 
 With lying tongue, to make the noble seem 
 Mean as himself. Pollok.
 
 200 ERROR. 
 
 EKROR. 
 
 WHO can understand his errors > cleanse thoii me from secret faults. 
 Psalm xix. 12. 
 
 For the vil person will speak villany, and his heart will work 
 iniquity, to practise hypocrisy, and to utter error against the Lord. 
 Isaiah, ixxii. (i. 
 
 Beware lest ye also, being led away with the error of the wiokul. 
 fall from your own stedfastness. II. Peter, iii. 17. 
 
 A GOOD that never satisfies the mind, 
 A beauty fading like the April flowers, 
 A sweet with floods of gall that runs combined, 
 A pleasure passing ere in thought made ours, 
 An honour that more fickle is than wind, 
 A glory at opinion's frown that lowers, 
 A treasury which bankrupt time devours, 
 A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind ; 
 A vain delight our equals to command, 
 A style of greatness, in effect a dream, 
 A swelling thought of holding sea and land, 
 A servile lot, decked with a pompous name ; 
 Are the strange ends we toil for here below, 
 Till wisest death makes us our errors know. 
 
 Drummond. 
 
 Swifter than feathered arrow in the wind, 
 Than winged vessel on the yielding tide, 
 Than river shooting down the mountain side, 
 
 Than foot o'er champaign of the slender hind, 
 
 To error's flowery vale, the headlong mind 
 Is prone, without a curb, to fly aside ; 
 Neither by dangers of the path untried, 
 
 Nor roughest road, nor highest Alp confined. 
 
 But if the -way of truth upon the right 
 
 It follows, like slow worm, or bird unfledged, 
 
 At every twig it checks, and stone, and rill. 
 
 Great guide ! make strong my pinions for the flight 
 In that true course ; by every other hedged, 
 
 And lift and bring me to thy holy hill ! 
 
 From the Italian of Tarsia. 
 
 "But what is error ? Answer he who can !" 
 The Sceptic somewhat haughtily exclaimed :
 
 ERBOR. 201 
 
 'Love, Hope, and Admiration are they not 
 Mad Fancy's favourite vassals ? Does not life 
 Use them, full oft, as pioneers to ruin, 
 Guides to destruction ? Is it well to trust 
 Imagination's light when Reason's fails, 
 The unguarded taper where the guarded faints ? 
 Stoop from those heights, and soberly declare 
 What error is ; and of our errors, which 
 Doth most debase the mind ; the genuine seats 
 Of power, where are they ? Who shall regulate, 
 With truth, the scale of intellectual rank?" 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Thus error 's monstrous shapes from earth are driven ; 
 They fade, they fly but truth survives their flight ; 
 Earth has no shades to quench that beam of heaven ; 
 Each ray that shone, in early time, to light 
 The faltering footsteps in the path of right, 
 Each gleam of clearer, brightness, shed to aid 
 In man's maturer day his bolder sight, 
 All blended, like the rainbow's radiant braid, 
 Pour yet, and still shall pour, the blaze that cannot 
 fade. W. C. Bryant. 
 
 Error is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil ; 
 In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the 
 
 wicked and foolish : 
 For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it 
 
 some lines of truth : 
 Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some 
 
 wholesome use : 
 And the just man, enamoured of the right, is blinded 
 
 by the speciousness of wrong, 
 And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content 
 
 to overlook the harm. 
 
 On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signa- 
 ture of God, 
 Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the 
 
 finger of corruption : 
 And if error cometh in like a flood, it mixeth with 
 
 the streams of truth ; 
 And the adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby 
 
 many are decoyed. Hartin J?. Tapper.
 
 202 ESTATE. 
 
 ESTATE. 
 
 O GIVE thanks unto the God of Gods: for His mercy endureth for 
 ever. 
 
 Who remembered us in our low estate: for His mercy endureth for 
 ever. Psalm cxxxvi. 2, 23. 
 
 And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, 
 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. 
 
 For he hath regarded the low estate of His handmaiden. Luke, i. 
 4C, 47, 48. 
 
 Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Romans 
 xii. 16. 
 
 Go, miser ! go ; for lucre sell thy soul ; 
 Truck wares for wares, and trudge from pole to pole, 
 That men may say, when thou art dead and gone, 
 See what a vast estate he left his son. Dryden. 
 
 Wherever in the world I am, 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellowship with hearts 
 
 To keep and cultivate ; 
 And a work of lowly love to do, 
 
 For the Lord on whom I wait. 
 
 Ann L. Waring. 
 
 Oh yes ! I have a goodly heritage, 
 
 A vast estate is mine ; 
 Mytitle deeds are on the sacred page, 
 
 Writ by a hand divine. 
 
 The land is fruitful, yielding all things good, 
 
 An overflowing store ; 
 To satisfy the utmost wish, nor could 
 
 My spirit ask for more. 
 
 'T is in a pleasant country this estate 
 
 Of ever-new delight; 
 No storms are there to chill and devastate, 
 
 There comes no gloomy night. 
 
 My tenor is inviolate ; for death 
 
 Signs, seals, and opes the door, 
 That me into possession ushereth, 
 
 There to dwell evermore. Egone.
 
 ETERNITY. 203 
 
 ETERNITY. 
 
 FOR thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, 
 whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place. Isaiah. 
 Ivii. IS. 
 
 For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dis- 
 solved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, 
 eternal in the heavens. II. Corinthians, v. 1. 
 
 OF that same time when no more change shall be, 
 
 But stedfastly rest all things, firmly stayed 
 
 Upon the pillars of eternity, 
 
 That is contraire to mutability ; 
 
 For all that moveth doth in change delight ; 
 
 But thenceforth all shall rest eternally, 
 
 With Him that is the God of Sabaoth hight. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 Him, blessed Shepherd, 
 
 His flocks shall follow through the maze of life, 
 And shades that tend to day spring from on high ; 
 And as the radiant roses, after fading, 
 In fuller foliage, and more fragrant breath, 
 Revive in smiling spring, so shall it be 
 With those that love Him : for sweet is their savour, 
 And all eternity shall be their spring. Smart. 
 
 Man, (mortal creature,) fram'd to feel decays, 
 Thine unresisted power at pleasure sways, 
 Thou say'st return, and parting souls obey, 
 Thou say'st return, and bodies fall to-day. 
 For what's a thousand fleeting years with Thee ? 
 Or Time compared with long eternity ? 
 Whose wings expanding infinitely vast, 
 O'erstretched its utmost ends of first and last. 
 
 Parnell. 
 We strive with earthly imagings, 
 
 To reach and understand 
 The wondrous and the fearful things 
 Of an eternal land. 
 
 But soon the doubt, the toil, the strife 
 
 Of earth shall all be done, 
 And knowledge of our endless life 
 
 Be in a moment won. Otway Curry.
 
 304 ETERNITY. 
 
 Why shrinks the soul 
 
 Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 
 Tis the Divinity that stirs within us; 
 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, 
 And intimates eternity to man. Addison . 
 
 The Eternal Life, beyond the sky, 
 Wealth cannot purchase, nor the high 
 
 And proud estate ; 
 
 The soul in dalliance laid, the spirit 
 Corrupt with sin, shall not inherit 
 
 A joy so great. 
 
 Longfellow, from the Spanish. 
 
 Our better nature pineth let it be ! 
 
 Thou human soul earth is no home for thee ; 
 
 Thy starry rest is in eternity. Miss Landon. 
 
 He of the lion-voice, the rainbow-crowned, 
 Shall stand upon the mountains and the sea, 
 And swear by earth, by Heaven's throne, and Him 
 Who sitteth on the throne, there shall be Time 
 No more, no more ! Then veiled Eternity 
 Shall straight unveil her awful countenance 
 Unto the reeling world, and take the place 
 Of seasons, years and ages. Aye and aye 
 Shall be the time of day ! Miss Barrett. 
 
 Time ! whither dost thou flee ? 
 
 I travel to eternity, 
 
 Eternity! what art thou? say! 
 
 Time past time present time to come to-day. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 See, how beneath the moonbeams' smile 
 
 Yon little billow heaves its breast, 
 And foams and sparkles for awhile, 
 
 And murmuring then subsides to rest. 
 
 Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, 
 
 Rises on time's eventful sea ; 
 And having swelled a moment there, 
 
 Thus melts into eternity. Moore.
 
 EVENING. 205 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 EVENING, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud : 
 and he shall hear my voice. Psalm Iv. 17. 
 
 It shall come to pass, that at evening time it shall be light. Zechariah, 
 xiv. 7. 
 
 Abide with us : for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. 
 Luke, xxiv. 29. 
 
 Now came still evening on, and twilight grey 
 
 Had in her sober livery all things clad ; 
 
 Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird 
 
 They to their grassy couch, these to their nests 
 
 Were shrunk, all but the wakeful nightingale : 
 
 She all night long her beauteous descant sung : 
 
 Silence was pleased. Now glow'd the firmament 
 
 With living sapphires. Hesperus, that led 
 
 The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, 
 
 Rising in clouded majesty, at length, 
 
 Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, 
 
 And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw : 
 
 When Adam thus to Eve, "Fair consort, the hour 
 
 Of night, and all things now retired to rest, 
 
 Mind us of long repose, since God has set 
 
 Labour and rest, as day and night to men 
 
 Successive, and the timely dew of sleep, 
 
 Now falling with soft cumbrous weight, inclines 
 
 Our eyelids. Other creatures all day long 
 
 Hove idle unemployed, and less need rest : 
 
 Man hath his daily work of body or mind 
 
 Appointed, which declares his dignity, 
 
 And the regard of heaven on all his ways, 
 
 While other animals inactive range, 
 
 And of their doings God takes no account." Milton. 
 
 Then is the time 
 
 For those whom wisdom, and whom nature charm, 
 To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, 
 And soar above this little scene of things ; 
 To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet, 
 To soothe the throbbing passions into peace, 
 And woo lone quiet in her silent walks. Thomson.
 
 206 EVENING. 
 
 The sun hath sunk behind the hill, 
 
 But over earth, and sky, and air, 
 Eve's crimson tints are glowing still, 
 
 And tidings of to-morrow bear. 
 
 Thus hope, when sinks life's happiness, 
 
 Upon our night of sorrow glows, 
 Promising brighter, endless bliss, 
 
 After our pilgrimage of woes. 
 
 The longing heart, whose wishes spring 
 
 To fond foreboding's unknown laud, 
 Borrows imagination's wing, 
 
 Though fettered here in reason's band. 
 
 Presumptuous ! whither would'st thou fly ? 
 
 Earth's vapours mock thine eye of clay. 
 Mark crimson evening's golden sky, 
 
 And hope the morrow's promised day. 
 
 From the Swedish of Ingelyren. 
 
 Few bring back at eve, 
 Immaculate, the manners of the morn. 
 Something we thought is blotted ; we resolved, 
 Is shaken ; we renounced, returns again. Young. 
 
 Sweet after showers, ambrosial air, 
 
 That rollest from the gorgeous gloom 
 
 Of evening, over brake, and bloom, 
 And meadow, slowly breathing bare 
 
 The round of space, and rapt below 
 
 Through all the dewy-tassell'd wood, 
 
 And shadowing down the horned flood 
 In ripples, fan my brows and blow 
 
 The fever from my cheek, and sigh 
 The full new life that feeds thy breath 
 Throughout my frame, till doubt and death, 
 
 111 brethren, let the fancy fly 
 
 From belt to belt of crimson seas 
 
 On leagues of odour streaming far, 
 
 To where in yonder orient star 
 A hundred spirits whisper "Peace." Tennyson.
 
 EVENING. 207 
 
 Pleasantly comest thou, 
 Dew of the evening, to the criap'd up grass ; 
 
 And the curl'd corn-blades bow, 
 
 And the light breezes pass, 
 
 That their parch'd lips may feel thee, and expand, 
 Thou sweet reviver of the fever'd land. 
 
 So, to the thirsting soul, 
 Cometh the dew of the Almighty's love ; 
 
 And the scathed heart, made whole, 
 
 Turneth in joy above, 
 To where the spirit freely may expand. 
 And rove, untrammelled, in that better "land." 
 
 W. D. Gallagher. 
 
 Behold the western evening-light ! 
 
 It melts in deepening gloom ; 
 So calmly Christians sink away, 
 
 Descending to the tomb. 
 
 The winds breathe low ; the withering leaf 
 
 Scarce whispers from the tree ; 
 So gently flows the parting breath, 
 
 When good men cease to be. 
 
 How beautiful on all the hills 
 
 The crimson light is shed ! 
 'T is like the peace the Christian gives 
 
 To mourners round his bed. 
 
 How mildly on the wandering cloud 
 
 The sunset beam is cast ; 
 'T is like the memory left behind, 
 
 When loved ones breathe their last. 
 
 And now above the dews of night, 
 
 The yellow star appears : 
 So faith springs in the heart of those 
 
 Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 
 
 But soon the morning's happier light 
 
 Its glory shall restore, 
 And eyelids that are seal'd in death. 
 
 Shall wake, to close no more. Peabody.
 
 208 EXAMPLE. 
 
 EXAMPLE. 
 
 IF I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet : ye also 
 ought to wash one another's feet. 
 
 For I have given you an eyimple, that ye should do as I have done 
 to you. John, xiii. 14, 15. 
 
 Be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in 
 charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity. I. Timothy, iv. 12. 
 
 Take, my brethren, the prophets, who have spoken in the name of 
 the Lord, for an example of suffering affliction, and of patience. 
 James, v. 10. 
 
 Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, 
 giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, 
 are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire. 
 Jude, i. 7. 
 
 TAUGHT this lie his example, whom I now 
 Acknowledge my Redeemer, ever blest ! Milton. 
 
 Since great examples justify command, 
 Let glorious acts more glorious acts inspire, 
 And catch from breast to breast the noble fire. 
 
 Pope, from Homer. 
 
 His faults, that in a private station sits, 
 Do mainly harm him only that commits : 
 Those placed on high a bright example owe, 
 Much to themselves, more to the crowd below. 
 
 A paltry watch, in private pocket borne, 
 Misleads but him alone by whom 't is worn : 
 But the town-clock that domes or towers display. 
 By going wrong, leads half the world astray. 
 
 C. C. Colton. 
 Ye who look for great examples 
 
 O'er the wide historic page : 
 Teachers, who with good ensamples 
 
 Would the thoughts of youth engage ! 
 To the sacred record turning, 
 
 There behold the perfect man ! 
 There the light, for ever burning ; 
 
 Match its lustre, if you can ! 
 Imitate the Great Example, 
 
 Humbly as a Christian should, 
 Ever like that bright ensample, 
 
 Speaking well and doing good. Egone.
 
 FAITH. 209 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 FOK therein is the righteousness <if God revealed from faith to faith : 
 as it is -written, the just shall live by faith. Romans, i. 17. 
 
 So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. 
 Romans, x. 17. 
 
 By grace are ye saved through faith. Ephesians, ii. 8. 
 
 The shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the 
 tiery darts of the wicked. Ephesians, vi. 16. 
 
 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of 
 things not seen. Hebrews, xi. 1. 
 
 But without faith it is impossible to please Him : for he that cometh 
 to God. must believe that Ho is, and that He is a rewarder of them 
 that diligently seek Him. Hebrews, xi. <s. 
 
 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works 
 is dead also.- -James, ii. 26. 
 
 IF bliss had lien in art or strength, 
 None but the wise and strong had gained it; 
 Where now, by faith, all arms are of a length; 
 
 One size doth all conditions fit. 
 
 A peasant may believe as much 
 As a great clerk, and reach the highest stature ; 
 Thus dost thou make proud knowledge bend and crouch, 
 
 While grace fills up uneven nature. 
 
 Faith makes me any thing, or all 
 That I believe is in the sacred story ; 
 And when sin placeth me in Adam's fall, 
 
 Faith sets me higher in his glory. 
 
 George Herbert. 
 
 From purer manners to sublimer faith, 
 Is nature's unavoidable ascent ; 
 An honest deist, where the gospel shines, 
 Matured to nobler, in the Christian ends. 
 
 Young. 
 
 It' weak \hjfaith, why choose the harder side? 
 We nothing know but what is marvellous ; 
 Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. , 
 60 weak our reason, and so great our God, 
 What most surprises in the sacred page, 
 Or full as strange, or stranger, must be true. 
 Faith is not reason's labour, but repose. Youny- 
 
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 210 FAITH. 
 
 O ye, whom, struggling on life's craggy road, 
 
 With obstacles and dangers, secret foes 
 
 Supplant, false friends betray, disastrous rage 
 
 Of elements, of war, of civil broil 
 
 Brings down to Poverty's cold floor, while grief 
 
 Preys on the heart, and dims the sinking eye ; 
 
 Faint not ! There is, who rules the storm, whose hand 
 
 Feeds the young ravens, nor permits blind chance 
 
 To close one sparrow's flagging wing in death. 
 
 Trust in the rock of ages. Now, even now 
 
 He speaks, and all is calm. Or if, to prove 
 
 Your inmost soul, the hurricane still spread 
 
 Its licensed ravages. He whispers hope, 
 
 Earnest of comfort ; and through blackest ni;_ r lit 
 
 Bids keen-eyed Faith on heaven's pure sunshine gaze, 
 
 And learn the glories of her future home. 
 
 Gisborne. 
 The pious man 
 
 In this bad world, when mists and couchant storms 
 Hide heaven's fine circlet, spring aloft \nfaith 
 Above the clouds that threat him, to the fields 
 Of ether, where the day is never veiled 
 "With intervening vapours, and looks down 
 Serene upon the troublous sea. which hides 
 The earth's fair breast ; that sea whose nether face 
 To grovelling mortals frowns and darkens all, 
 But on whose billowy back, from man conceal'd 
 The glowing sunbeams play. H. K. White. 
 
 Through Faith on earth, man holds a life sublime, 
 And in the past and future, as he lists, 
 Expatiates, and confers with every clime. 
 Through faith he knows whereby the frame subsists. 
 Of the expanded universe, by whom 
 Created, and whereto it yet exists ; 
 A stranger and a pilgrim till the tomb 
 Opens the way to the celestial land, 
 Where God prepares a city, as a womb. 
 So hopeful o'er the grave t\ie faithful, stand, 
 Wherein their brethren in the dust repose, 
 Grasped in the Father's Omnipresent hand. 
 
 J. A ReruuJ.
 
 FAITH. 211 
 
 I saw in visions of still thought reveal'd, 
 Two silent forms before me ; both were fair, 
 But yet how much unlike that voiceless pair, 
 Except in outward beauty. One appeal'd 
 To all, save hearts by pride and passion steel'd, 
 With meek-eyed gentleness ; and seem'd to wear 
 Mixt with each human charm, an heavenlier air, 
 To which humanity had wisely kneel'd. 
 
 Beautiful was the other's speechless shade, 
 And called herself Philosophy ; but proud, 
 Cold, statue-like, she look'd upon the crowd, 
 
 Who to the lovelier spirit homage paid 
 Her name was Scepticism ! That gentler muid 
 Was titled Faith by acclamation loud ! B. Barton. 
 
 Behold the chamber where the Christian sleeps, 
 
 And where, from year to year, he prays and weeps ; 
 
 Whence, in the midnight watch, his prayers arise 
 
 To those bright mansions where his treasure lies, 
 
 How near it is to all that Faith can see ; 
 
 How short and peaceful may his passage be ! 
 
 One beating pulse, one feeble struggle o'er, 
 
 M ay open wide the everlasting door ; 
 
 Yes, for that bliss unspeakable unseen, 
 
 Is ready, and the veil of flesh between 
 
 A gentle sigh may rend, and then display 
 
 The broad full splendour of an endless day. 
 
 This bright conviction elevates his mind, 
 
 He presses forward, leaving all behind. 
 
 Thus from his throne the tyrant foe is hurl'd 
 
 This is the Faith that overcomes the world. 
 
 Jane Taylor. 
 
 Thou ask'st why Christ so lenient to the deed, 
 So sternly claims the Faith which founds the creed ; 
 Because, reposed in Faith, the soul has calm ; 
 The hope a haven, and the wound a balm ; 
 Because the light, dim seen in Reason's dream, 
 On all alike, through faith alone, could stream. 
 God willed support to weakness, joy to grief, 
 And so descended from His throne, BKLIEF! 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytion.
 
 212 FAITH. 
 
 To reason less is to imagine more ; 
 They most aspire, who, meekly, most adore 
 Therefore the God-like Comforter's decree 
 "His sins be loosened who hath faith in me." 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 O, thou that rearest with celestial aim 
 
 Thy future seraph in my mortal frame, 
 
 Thrice holy Faith ! whatever thorns I meet, 
 
 As on I totter with unpractised feet, 
 
 Still let me stretch niy arms, and cling to thee, 
 
 Meek nurse of souls, through my long infancy ! 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 As evening's pale and solitary star 
 
 But brightens while the darkness gathers round ; 
 So Faith, unmoved amid surrounding storms, 
 
 Is fairest seen in darkness most profound. 
 
 However deep be the mysterious word, 
 However dark, she disbelieves it not ; 
 
 Where reason would examine, Faith obeys, 
 And "It is written" answers every doubt. 
 
 Caroline Fry. 
 
 Lo, when dangers closer threaten, 
 
 And thy soul draws near to death ; 
 When assaulted sore by Satan, 
 
 Then present the shield of Faith : 
 Fiery darts of fierce temptations, 
 
 Intercepted by thy God, 
 Then shall lose their force in patience, 
 
 Sheathed in love, and quenched in blood. Hart. 
 
 Redeemed from fear, and washed from lustful blot, 
 By Faith we then might rise above our lot ; 
 And like Thy chosen few, restored within, 
 By hearts, as morning pure, might conquer sin. 
 
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 Faith, Hope, and Love, together work in gloom ; 
 What Faith believes, Hope shapes in form and bloom, 
 And Love sends forth to daylight from the tomb. 
 
 John Sterling.
 
 FAITH. 213 
 
 O thou of little faith, lift up thine eyes ! 
 Are the ten thousand glorious stars of night 
 But a vain dream, because thy feeble sight 
 
 May not behold them in the noon-day skies ? 
 
 Mary Howitt. 
 
 The steps of Faith 
 Pall on the seeming void, and find 
 
 The Eock beneath. J. G. Whittier. 
 
 Lady, there is one star, and one alone, 
 
 That tells the future. Its interpreter 
 
 Is in man's heart, and is called Conscience: 
 
 The star, True Faith; the future that it shows 
 
 Is beyond human life. G. P. S. James. 
 
 Faith is the Spirit's sweet control, 
 
 From which assurance springs, 
 Faith is the pencil of the soul, 
 
 That pictures heavenly things. 
 
 Faith is the conq'ring host that storms 
 
 The battlements of sin, 
 Faith is the quick'ning fire that warms 
 
 The trembling heart within. 
 
 O Hock of Ages, Fount of Bliss, 
 
 Thy needful help afford, 
 And let our constant prayer be this 
 "Increase my faith, O Lord." J, Burbidge. 
 
 We walk by faith, and not by sight, 
 
 Along this vale of tears, 
 'Till our wrapt souls shall wing their flight 
 
 To Heaven's unclouded spheres. 
 
 Triumphant then o'er sin and death, 
 
 We'll praise our living head, 
 And, looking back, behold the path, 
 
 Through which we have been led. 
 
 W. J. Brock.
 
 21 1 FALL. 
 
 FALL. 
 
 TICK steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord : and he delighteth 
 in his way. 
 
 Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down : for the Lord 
 npholdeth him with his hand. Psalm xxxvii. 23. 24. 
 
 And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doetli them 
 not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon 
 the sand : 
 
 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, 
 and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fan of it. 
 Matthew, vii. 26, 27. 
 
 And Simeon blessed them, and said unto Mary his mother, Behold, 
 this child is set for the fall and risinpr again of many in Israel. 
 Luke, ii. 34. 
 
 POOR race of men ! said the pitying Spirit, 
 
 Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall 
 Some flowerets of Eden ye still inherit, 
 But the trail of the serpent is over them all ! 
 
 Thomas Moore. 
 
 Alas the evil that we fain would shun 
 We do, and leave the wished-for good undone ; 
 
 Our strength to-day 
 
 Is but to-morrow's weakness, prone iofall; 
 Poor, blind, unprofitable servants, all, 
 
 Are we alway. J. G. Whittier. 
 
 Grim-hearted world, that look'st with Levite eyes 
 
 On those poorfalten by too much faith in man, 
 She that upon thy freezing threshold lies, 
 
 Starved to more sinning by thy savage ban, 
 Seeking that refuge because foulest vice 
 
 More godlike than thy virtue is, whose span. 
 Shuts out the wretched only, is more free 
 From all her crimes than thou wilt ever be. 
 Thou wilt not let her wash thy dainty feet 
 
 With such salt things as tears, or with rude hair 
 Dry them, soft Pharisee, that sit'st at meat 
 
 With him who made her such, and speak'st him fair, 
 Leaving God's wandering lamb the while to bleat 
 
 Unheeded, shivering in the pitiless air : 
 Thou hast made prisoned virtue shew more wan 
 And haggard, than a vice to look upon. 
 
 James R. Lowell.
 
 FAME. 215 
 
 FAME. 
 
 So thu Lord was with Joshua ; and his fame was noised throughout 
 all the country. Joshua, vi. 27. 
 
 And the fame of David went out into all lands ; and the Lord brought 
 the fear of him upon all nations. I. Chronicles, xiv. 17. 
 
 And Jesus went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, and 
 preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing all manner of sick- 
 ness and all manner of disease among the people. 
 
 And his fame went throughout all Syria. Matthew, iv. 23, 24. 
 
 BUT Fame, alarmed, o'er Libya's cities flies : 
 
 Fame, the most fleet of mischief's progenies : 
 
 Who gathers speed from every passing hour; 
 
 Grows as she moves, and travels into power. 
 
 Timid and small at first, at length she shrouds, 
 
 While treading on the ground, her forehead in the 
 
 clouds. 
 
 Offended at the gods, great parent Earth, 
 T is said, in vengeance gave the monster birth, 
 Of all her giant family the last; 
 A swift-wing'd portent, foul, deform'd, and vast, 
 Beneath each numerous plume, that lifts her flight, 
 An active eye extends her scope of sight. 
 As many ears, and mouths, and tongues she moves, 
 To catch and spread the rumours as she roves. 
 Midway 'twixt heaven and earth, through night she flies 
 Clanging, nor bathes in dewy sleep her eyes. 
 By day she keeps on watch, and takes her stand 
 On some high roof or tower of wide command ; 
 And thence, alike for truth or falsehood loud, 
 She shakes the city, and distracts the crowd. 
 
 Sym mons, from Virgil. 
 Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, 
 Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, 
 And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; 
 When, spite of cormorant-devouring time, 
 The endeavour of bis present death may buy 
 That honour, which shall bate liis scythe's keen edge, 
 And makes us heirs of all eternity. Shak-ipere. 
 
 Then straight thro' all the world 'gan/hwze to fly ; 
 
 A monster swifter none is under sun ; 
 Increasing, as in waters we discry 
 The circles small, of nothing that begun,
 
 216 FAME. 
 
 Till of the drops, which from the skies do fall, 
 The circles spread and hide the waters all. 
 
 Sackvillc. 
 
 Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 
 
 (That last infirmity of noble minds) 
 To scorn delights, and live laborious days. 
 
 Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, 
 
 Nor in the glittering foil, 
 Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 For/awze the wretch beneath the gallows lies, 
 
 Disowning every crime for which he dies, 
 
 Of life profuse, tenacious of a name, 
 
 Fearless of death, and yet afraid of shame. 
 
 Nature has wove into the human mind 
 
 This anxious care of names we leave behind. 
 
 To extend our narrow views beyond the tomb, 
 
 And give an earnest of a life to come ; 
 
 For, if when dead, we are but dust or clay, 
 
 Why think of what posterity shall say ? 
 
 Her praise or censure cannot us concern, 
 
 Nor ever penetrate the silent urn. Soame Je/i///.v. 
 
 All fame is foreign, but of true desert ; 
 
 Plays round the head, but comes not near the heart ; 
 
 One self-approving hour whole years outweighs 
 
 Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas ; 
 
 And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels, 
 
 Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. 
 
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 And what is fame? the meanest have their day ; 
 
 The greatest can but blaze, and pass away. Pope. 
 
 I hate this Fame, false avarice of fancy, 
 
 The sickly shade of an unsolid greatness ! 
 
 The lying lure of pride that Europe cheats by. Hill. 
 
 Absurd ! to think to overreach the grave, 
 
 And from the wreck of names to rescue ours : 
 
 The best concerted schemes men lay for fame, 
 
 Die fast away ; only themselves die faster. Blair.
 
 FAME. 217 
 
 Not inspiration can obtain 
 That fame, which poets languish for in vain. 
 How mad their aim, who thirst for glory, strive 
 To grasp, what no man can possess alive! 
 Fames, a reversion in which men take place 
 (O late reversion !) at their own decease. Young. 
 
 Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist 
 Of Time, though meagre all, and ghostly thin, 
 Most unsubstantial, unessential shade, 
 Was earthly Fame. She was a voice alone, 
 And dwelt upon the noisy tongues of men. 
 She never thought, but gabbled ever on, 
 Applauding most what least deserved applause. 
 The motive, the result, was nought to her. 
 The deed alone, though dyed in human gore, 
 And steeped in widows' tears, if it stood out 
 To prominent display, she talked of much, 
 And roared around it with a thousand tongues. 
 As changed the wind her organ, so she changed 
 Perpetually; and whom she praised to-day, 
 Vexing his ear with acclamations loud, 
 To-morrow blamed, and hissed him out of sight. 
 
 Pollok. 
 
 True fame's a plant that seems to need 
 A body buried for its seed ; 
 And ere the churlish sucklings thrive, 
 The parent-stock must cease to live. 
 
 The good, the great, the wise, the just, 
 
 Are little valued till they 're dust, 
 
 Nor till they mutter "Earth to earth," 
 
 Can men perceive another's worth. C. C. Cotton. 
 
 What though the mounds that mark'd each name, 
 
 Beneath the wings of Time, 
 Have worn away? Theirs is the fame 
 
 Immortal and sublime ; 
 For who can tread on Freedom's plain, 
 Nor wake her dead to life again. R. Montgomery.
 
 218 FAREWELL. 
 
 FAKEWELL. 
 
 ANOTHER said, Lord, I will follow Thee; but let me first ;,"> l>i<l 
 them farewell, which are at home at my house. Luke, ix. 61. 
 
 When they desired him to tarry longer time with them, he consented 
 not; but bade them farewell. Acts, xviii. 20, 21. 
 
 Finally, brethren, farewell. II. Corinthians, xiii. 11. 
 
 Farewell ! There is a spell within the word : 
 
 Methinks I never heard it sound so mournful : 
 
 Oh, thou subdued, oft scarce articulate sound. 
 
 How powerful thou art! How strong to movt 
 
 The hidden strings that guide us puppet mortal 1 
 
 Pass-word of memory of by-gone days 
 
 Thou everlasting epitaph is there 
 
 A land in which thou hast no dwelling-place ? 
 
 Wherein may be nor pageantry nor pride, 
 
 Nor altars, save the pure one of the heart, 
 
 Nor tombs, except for sorrow ; and no tears ; 
 
 There is a world, Oh God, where human lips 
 
 May say Farewell ! no more. Dttuot Sladden. 
 
 When eyes are beaming 
 
 What never tongue might tell, 
 When tears are streaming 
 
 From their crystal cell: 
 When hands are link'd that dread to part. 
 And heart is met by throbbing heart. 
 Oh ! bitter, bitter is the smart 
 
 Of them that bid Farewell ! 
 
 When hope is chidden, 
 
 That fain of bliss would tell, 
 And love forbidden 
 
 In the breast to dwell: 
 When fettered by a viewless chain, 
 We turn and gaze, and turn again ; 
 Oh ! death were mercy to the pain 
 
 Of them that bid Farewell. Bishop Ifeber. 
 
 'T is well, if well thou farest 
 
 Upon thy heavenly way ; 
 With joy the lips that love thee 
 
 Then Fare-thee-welL may say. //vne.
 
 FATHER. 219 
 
 FATHEE. 
 
 THE Mighty G-od, the everlasting Father. Isaiah, ix. (;. 
 
 O Lord, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our pot- 
 ter: and we all are the work of Thy hand. Isaiah, Ixiv. 8. 
 
 Our Father which art in Heaven, Hallowed he Thy name. 
 
 Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in Heaven. 
 Matthew, vi. 9, 10. 
 
 We have one Father, even God. John, viii. 41. 
 
 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh 
 down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, 
 neither shadow of turning. James, i. 17. 
 
 FATHER, King, whose heav'nly face 
 Shines serene upon our race ; 
 Mindful of Thy guardian care, 
 Slow to punish, prone to spare ; 
 We Thy majesty adore, 
 We Thy well-known aid implore ; 
 Not in vain Thy aid we call, 
 Nothing want, for Thou art all ! 
 
 Source of being, source of light, 
 
 With unfading beauties bright ; 
 
 Thee, when morning greets the skies, 
 
 Blushing sweet with humid eyes : 
 
 Thee, when soft declining day 
 
 Sinks in purple waves away ; 
 
 Thee, O Parent, will I sing, 
 
 To Thy feet my tribute bring ! Wesley. 
 
 Father and Friend ! Thy light, Thy love, 
 Beaming through all Thy works we see ; 
 
 Thy glory gilds the heavens above, 
 And all the earth is full of Thee. 
 
 Thy voice we hear, Thy presence feel, 
 Whilst Thou, too pure for mortal sight, 
 
 Involved in clouds invisible, 
 Reignest the Lord of life and light. 
 
 We know not in what hallowed part 
 
 Of the wide heavens Thy throne may be ; 
 
 But this we know, that where Thou art, 
 
 Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with Thee.
 
 220 FATHER. 
 
 And through the various maze of time, 
 
 And through the infinity of space, 
 We follow Thy career sublime, 
 
 And all Thy wondrous footsteps trace. 
 
 Thy children shall not faint nor fear, 
 
 Sustained by this delightful thought, 
 Since Thou their God art everywhere, 
 
 They cannot be where Thou art not. Anon. 
 
 The Sabbath sun was setting slow, 
 
 Amidst the clouds of even ; 
 "Our Father," breathed a voice below 
 
 "Father, who art in Heaven!" 
 
 Beyond the earth beyond the cloud 
 
 Those infant words were given ; 
 "Our Father," angels sang aloud 
 
 "Father, who art in Heaven !" 
 
 "Thy kingdom come" still from the ground, 
 
 That childlike voice did pray ; 
 "Thy kingdom come" God's hosts resound 
 
 Far up the starry way ! 
 
 "Thy will be done," with little tongue, 
 
 That lisping love implores ; 
 "Thy will be done," the angelic throng 
 
 Sing from seraphic shores ! 
 
 "For ever," still those lips repeat, 
 
 Their closing evening prayer ; 
 "For ever," floats in music sweet 
 
 High 'midst the angels there ! 
 
 Thine be the glory evermore, 
 
 From Thee may man ne'er sever ; 
 But every Christian land adore 
 
 Jehovah ! God ! for ever ! C. Sivain. 
 
 One father have we here on earth, 
 
 Another up in heaven ; 
 By Him to us the second birth, 
 
 And lasting life is given. Egone.
 
 FEAB. 221 
 
 FEAR. 
 
 THE fear of the wicked it shall come upon him : but the desire of 
 the righteous shall be granted. Proverbs, x. 24. 
 
 The fear of man bringeth a snare : but whoso pntteth his trust in 
 the Lord shall be safe. Proverbs, xxix. 25. 
 
 Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not ; behold 
 your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompense ; He 
 will come and save you. Isaiah, xxxv. 4. 
 
 Fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul : 
 but rather fear Him which is able to destroy both soul and body in 
 hell. Matthew, x. 28. 
 
 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear ; but of power, and of 
 love, and of a sound mind. II. Timothy, i. 7. 
 
 So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not 
 ftar what man shall do unto me. Hebrews, xiii. 6. 
 
 SINCE nature's work be good, and death doth come 
 
 As nature's work, why should \\efear to die? 
 Since fear is vain, but when it may presume, 
 
 Why should we fear that which we cannot fly? 
 Fear is more pain than is the pain \ifears, 
 
 Disarming human minds of native might ; 
 While each conceit an ugly figure bears, 
 
 Which were not ill well viewed in reason's light. 
 
 Sir P. Sidney. 
 Persuade them then, 
 Fearless to be resolved to die like men ; 
 For want of such a resolution stings 
 At point of death, and dreadful horror brings 
 Ev'n to the soul ; 'cause, wanting preparation, 
 She dies, despairing of her own salvation. 
 Yea, and moreover this full well know I, 
 He that's at any time afraid to die, 
 Is in weak case, and whatsoe'er he saith, 
 Hath but a wavering and a feeble faith. 
 
 George Wither. 
 
 Fear on guilt attends, and deeds of darkness ; 
 
 The virtuous breast ne'er knows it. Havard. 
 
 Some, for fear of want, 
 Want all their lives ; and others ev'ry day, 
 For fear of dying, suffer worse than death. 
 Ah ! from your bosoms banish if you can
 
 222 FEAR. 
 
 That fatal guest, I mean the demon fear, 
 
 That trembles at impossible events, 
 
 Lest aged Atlas should resign his load, 
 
 And Heaven's eternal battlements rush down. 
 
 Is there an evil worse than fear itself? 
 
 And what avails it, that indulgent Heav'n 
 
 From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come, 
 
 If we, ingenious to torment ourselves, 
 
 Grow pale at hideous fictions of our own ? 
 
 Enjoy the present, nor with needless cares 
 
 Of what may spring from blind Misfortune's womb 
 
 Appal the surest hour that life bestows ; 
 
 Serene and master of yourself, prepare 
 
 For what may come, and leave the rest to heaven. 
 
 Armstrong. 
 
 God's altar grasping with an eager hand, 
 Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting wretch, 
 Sure-refuged, hears his hot-pursuing fiends 
 Yell at vain distance. Soon refreshed from Heaven, 
 He calms the throb and tempest of his heart, 
 His countenance settles ; a soft solemn bliss 
 Swims in his eye his swimming eye upraised : 
 And faith's whole armour glitters on his limbs ! 
 And thus transfigured with a dreadless awe, 
 A solemn hush of soul, meek he beholds 
 All things of terrible seeming. Coleridge. 
 
 Happy beyond description he 
 
 "Who fears the Lord his God, 
 Who hears His threats with holy awe 
 
 And trembles at His rod. 
 
 Jjetfear and love, most holy God, 
 
 Possess this soul of mine. 
 Then shall I worship Thee aright, 
 
 And taste Thy joys divine. Needham. 
 
 My son, be this thy simple plan : 
 
 Fear God and love thy fellow-man ; 
 
 Forget not in temptation's hour 
 
 That sin lends sorrow double power : 
 
 With hand, and brow, and bosom clear, 
 
 Fear God and know no other fear. Anon.
 
 FELLOWSHIP. 223 
 
 FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 SHALL the throne of iniquity have, fellowship with thee, which frameth 
 mischief by a law. Psalm xciv. 20. 
 
 Have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather 
 reprove them. Ephesians, v. 11. 
 
 That which we have seen and heard declare we unto you, that ye 
 also may have fellowship with, us ; and truly our fellowship is with the 
 Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ. I. John, i. 3. 
 
 WE would not die in that man's company, 
 
 That fears his fellowship to die with us. Shakspere. 
 
 From blissful bowers 
 Of amaranthine shade, fountain or spring, 
 By the waters of life where'er they sat. 
 In fellowship of joy. Milton. 
 
 The blessings which the poor and weak can scatter 
 
 Have their own season. 'T is a little thing 
 
 To give a cup of water ; yet its draught 
 
 Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, 
 
 May give a shock of pleasure to the frame, 
 
 More exquisite than when nectarean juice 
 
 Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. 
 
 It is but a little thing to speak a phrase 
 
 Of common comfort, which by daily use 
 
 Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear 
 
 Of him who thought to die unmourned, 't will fall 
 
 Like choicest music ; fill the glazing eye 
 
 With gentle tears ; relax the knotted hand 
 
 To know the bonds of fellowship again. Talfourd. 
 
 O, sweet it is, through life's dark way 
 
 In Christian fellowship to move, 
 Illumed by one unclouded ray, 
 
 And one in faith, in hope, in love. 
 
 Charlotte Elizabeth. 
 
 How sweet it is when friend with friend 
 
 In holyfetlowship can walk ! 
 When thoughts and sympathies may blend, 
 
 And hearts be open as their talk ! 
 Such will the preparation prove 
 For \i\stm^ fellowship above. Egone.
 
 224 FINISHED. 
 
 FINISHED. 
 
 MollEOVER the word of the Lord came unto mi- saying, The hands 
 of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this house ; his hands shall 
 also finish it. Zechariah, iv. 8, 9. 
 
 When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished; 
 and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. John, xi.x. ;!0. 
 
 As he had begun, so he would also finish in you the same grace also. 
 II. Corinthians, viii. 6. 
 
 HE that of greatest works is finisher, 
 Oft does them by the weakest minister. 
 
 Shalcspere. 
 
 O prophet of glad tidings ! finisher 
 Of utmost hope. Milton. 
 
 Though here you all perfection should not find, 
 
 Yet it is all the Eternal will designed ; 
 
 It is & finished work, and perfect in its kind. 
 
 Blackmore. 
 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 
 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
 See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 
 Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! 
 
 "It is finished !" 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 
 "It is finished !" O what pleasure 
 Do those charming words afford ! 
 Heavenly blessings without measure 
 Flow to us from Christ the Lord : 
 
 "It is finished !" 
 Saints the dying words record. 
 Finished all the types and shadows 
 
 Of the ceremonial law ! 
 Finished all that God had promised ; 
 Death and hell no more shall awe : 
 
 "It is finished.'" 
 
 Saints from hence their comfort draw. 
 Happy souls, approach the table, 
 
 Taste the soul-reviving food ; 
 Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant 
 As the Saviour's flesh and blood : 
 
 "It is finished !" 
 Christ has borne the heavy load. J. Evans.
 
 FLOOD. 225 
 
 FLOOD. 
 
 AND the flood was forty days upon the earth. Genesis, vii. 17. 
 
 The Lord sitteth upon the flood: yea the Lord sitteth King forever. 
 Psalm xxix. 10. 
 
 For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and 
 drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe 
 entered into the ark, 
 
 And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away ; so 
 shall also the coming of the Son of Man be. Matthew, xxiv. 88, 39. 
 
 By faith Noah, being warned of God of things not seen as yet, 
 moved with fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his house ; by which 
 he condemned the world, and became heir of the righteousness which 
 is by faith. Hebrews, xi. 7. 
 
 God spared not the old world, but saved Noah, the eighth person, 
 a preacher of righteousness, bringing in the flood upon the world of 
 the ungodly. II. Peter, ii. 5. 
 
 HE preached 
 
 Conversion and repentance, as to souls 
 In prison under dangers imminent : 
 But all in vain, which, when he saw, he ceased 
 Contending, and removed his tents far off, 
 Then from the mountain hewing timbers tall, 
 Began to build a vessel of huge bulk. Milton. 
 
 And now, the thickening sky 
 Like a dark ceiling stood ; down rushed the rain 
 Impetuous, and continued till the earth 
 No more was seen. The floating vessel swiim 
 Uplifted, and secure with beaked prow, 
 Bode tilting o'er the waves ; all dwellings else 
 Flood overwhelmed, and them, with all their pomp, 
 Deep under water rolled ; sea covered sea, 
 Sea without shore ; and in their palaces, 
 Where luxury late reigned, sea monsters whelped 
 And stabled. Of mankind, so numerous late, 
 All left in one small bottom swam imbarked. Milton. 
 
 Methinks I see a distant vessel ride, 
 A lonely object on the shoreless tide, 
 Within whose ark the innocent have found 
 Safety, when stayed destruction ravens round ; 
 Thus, in the hour of vengeance, God, who knows 
 His servants, spares them, while He smites His foes. 
 
 James Montgomery, 
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 226 FLOOD. 
 
 Sunk beneath, the wave, 
 The guilty share an universal grave ; 
 One wilderness of waters rolls in view, 
 And heaven and ocean wear one turbid hue ; 
 Still stream unbroken torrents from the skies, 
 Higher, beneath, the inundations rise ; 
 A lurid twilight glares athwart the scene, 
 Now thunders peal, faint lightnings flash between. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 Down rush the torrents from above ; the deep 
 Opens in all its fountains, ceaseless, still 
 Ceaseless : the muddy waters eddying fill 
 The valleys. High on every mound and steep, 
 In crowds, men, women, children, cattle, sheep, 
 
 Stand shivering with dismay, the horrible 
 
 Confusion eyeing ; and, from hill to hill, 
 They shout in agony, or shriek, or weep, 
 
 In vain ! the waters gain upon them. Lo ! 
 The ark careering past, their hands they stretch 
 For help ; and now you see some drowning wretch 
 
 Pursue the sacred vessel ; but in woe 
 No pity must they have ; so on they go. 
 Now all is one wide sea without a beach. 
 
 Morehead. 
 
 Behold the awful Deity enthroned 
 In darkness awful inaccessible, 
 And order almost unto chaos changed ; 
 Tremendous gloom ! that blots the sun's bright beams, 
 And more than midnight horrors shroud the skies, 
 The faint grey twilight gleaming thro' the clouds, 
 Discover, floating on a shoreless sea, 
 The chosen eight embosom'd in the Ark, 
 One family preserved to renovate 
 The world, Jehovah's judgments have destroyed. 
 ****** 
 But see the bow its new-created dyes 
 Begin to beam propitious from the cloud 
 "Destructive waters shall no more prevail, 
 No more become a flood upon the earth." 
 
 S. Hughes.
 
 FLOWEBS. 227 
 
 FLO WEES. 
 
 MAN that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. 
 
 He cometh forth like a, flower, and is cut down. Job, xiv. 1, 2. 
 
 As for man, his days are as grass : as a flower of the field, so he 
 flourisheth. Psalm ciii. 15. 
 
 Consider the lilies how they grow : they toil not, they spin not ; 
 and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed 
 like one of these. 
 
 If then G-od so clothe the grass, which is to-day in the field, and 
 to-morrow is cast into the oven ; how much more will He clothe you, 
 O ye of little faith. Luke, xii. 27, 28. 
 
 Let the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted : 
 
 But the rich in that he is made low : because as the flower of the 
 grass, he shall pass away. James, i. 9, 10. 
 
 For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of 
 grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away : but 
 the word of the Lord endttreth for ever. I. Peter, i. 24, 25. 
 
 WHEN with a serious musing I behold 
 
 The grateful and obsequious marigold; 
 
 How duly every morning she displays 
 
 Her open breast. When Titan spreads his rays, 
 
 How she observes him in his daily walk. 
 
 Still bending towards him her small slender stalk. 
 
 For when he down declines, she droops and mourns, 
 
 Bedew'd as 't were, with tears till he returns ; 
 
 And how she veils her flowers when he is gone, 
 
 As if she scorned to be looked on 
 
 By an inferior eye, or did contemn 
 
 To wait upon a meaner light than him. 
 
 When thus I meditate, methinks the flowers 
 
 Have spirits far more generous than ours ; 
 
 And give us fair examples to despise 
 
 The servile fawning and idolatries 
 
 Wherewith we court these earthly things below, 
 
 Which merit not the service we bestow. 
 
 George Wither. 
 
 To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
 Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Foster the good, and thou shalt tend the flower 
 
 Already sown on earth ; 
 Foster the beautiful, and every hour, 
 
 Thou call'st new flowers to birth. Schiller.
 
 2a8 FLOWEBS. 
 
 The enlivening sap, 
 
 Obedient to Thy laws, through fitted tubes 
 Ascends fermenting, and, at length, matured, 
 Breaks forth in gems, and germinates in leaves. 
 By Thee each family of flowers is clothed 
 In one unvarying dress, and breathes the same 
 Transmitted essences ; and though the loom 
 No virgin fingers ply to swell her pride, 
 The lily shines, more gorgeously arrayed 
 Than monarchs, where the East, with hand profuse, 
 Showers on their pomp barbaric, pearl and gold. 
 
 Smart. 
 
 There is a lesson in each, flower, 
 A story in each stream and bower ; 
 In every herb on which you tread 
 Are written words, which, rightly read, 
 Will lead you from earth's fragrant sod, 
 To hope, and holiness, and God. 
 
 Allan Cunningham. 
 
 When spring returns, the little children play, 
 In the grave-yard of the cathedral grey, 
 Busy as morning bees, and gather flowers 
 Daisies and gold-cups of the hurrying hours 
 Thoughtless as unsolicitous, though time 
 Speeds like a spectre, and their playful prime 
 Bears on to sorrow. Angel ! cry aloud ! 
 Speak of the knell, the grave-worm and the shroud! 
 No ! let them play ! for solitude and care 
 Too soon will teach them what poor mortals are. 
 Yes ! let them play, but as their thoughts expand, 
 May smiling pity lead them by the hand, 
 When they look up, and in the clouds admire 
 The lessening shaft of that aerial spire, 
 So be their thoughts uplifted from the sod, 
 Where time's brief flowers they gather to their God. 
 
 W. Lisle Bowles. 
 This cottage door, this gentle gale, 
 Hay-scented, whispering round, 
 Yon path-side rose, that down the vale, 
 
 Breathes incense from the ground, 
 IVIethinks should from the dullest clod, 
 Invite the thankful heart to God.
 
 FLOWEES. 229 
 
 But, Lord, the violet bending low, 
 
 Seems better moved to praise ; 
 From us what scanty blessings flow, 
 
 How voiceless close our days ; 
 Father, forgive us, and tkejloivers 
 Shall lead in prayer the vesper hours. 
 
 James T. Fields. 
 
 Flowers ! wherefore do ye bloom P 
 We strew the pathway to the tomb ! 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 God might have made the earth bring forth 
 
 Enough for great and small 
 The oak tree and the cedar tree, 
 
 Without a. flower at all. 
 He might have made enough, enough, 
 
 For every want of ours, 
 For luxury, medicine, and toil, 
 
 And yet have made no flowers. 
 
 Our outward life requires them not, 
 
 Then wherefore had they birth ? 
 To minister delight to man 
 
 To beautify the earth ; 
 To whisper hope, to comfort man, 
 
 Whene'er his faith is dim ; 
 For whoso careth for \keflowers, 
 
 Will car? much more for him. Mary Howitt. 
 
 "See," said Marian unto me, 
 
 Standing !>y the cressy brook, 
 "How my wealth of flowers increaseth ; 
 
 Have they not a pleasant look ?" 
 
 "Deeper still," I said unto her, 
 
 "There the ceaseless worm alway 
 Feeds upon the living flower, 
 
 Drooping, drooping to decay." 
 
 "Deeper yet," said Marian, 
 
 "Love, and thank the love that giveth ; 
 In the death of every one, 
 
 Future wealth uncounted liveth." 
 
 J. B. Kington.
 
 230 FOLLY. 
 
 FOLLY. 
 
 THE fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Psalm xiv. 1. 
 
 I will hear what God the Lord will speak : for he will speak peace 
 unto his people, and to his saints : but let them not turn again to 
 folly. Psalm Ixxxv. 8. 
 
 The crown of the wise is their riches : but the foolishness of fools 
 is folly. Proverbs, xiv. 24. 
 
 Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto 
 him. Proverbs, xxvi. 4. 
 
 Whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire. 
 Matthew, v. 22. 
 
 THE rout is folly's circle which she draws 
 With magic wand. So potent is the spell, 
 That none decoy'd into that fatal ring, 
 Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape. 
 There we grow early grey, but never wise ; 
 There form connections, but acquire no friend ; 
 Solicit pleasure, hopeless of success ; 
 Waste youth, in occupations only fit 
 For second childhood ; and devote old age 
 To sports, which only childhood could excuse. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Many there are who wear the cap and bells, 
 
 And tread the maze of folly ; 
 And some who dwell apart in hermit cells 
 
 With moping melancholy. 
 Many there are who toil, and moil, and scrape, 
 
 For gold they cannot keep ; 
 And many who from toil and care escape, 
 
 Wrapped in a drunken sleep. 
 Some of their brothers in their anger cry 
 
 Thou fool .' nor heed the sin ; 
 And some their God and Saviour would deny 
 
 Human applause to win. 
 All this is foolishness, but worst of all 
 
 The last mad folly, 
 
 Building betwixt the soul and heaven a wall, 
 Spreading o'er nature's face a gloomy pall 
 
 Of hopeless melancholy. Egone.
 
 FOEGETFULNESS. 231 
 
 FOKGETFULKESS. 
 
 HOW long wilt thon forget me, O Lord ? for ever ? how long wilt thou 
 hide thy face from me? Psalm xiii. 1. 
 
 But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath for- 
 ijotten me. 
 
 Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have 
 compassion on the son of her womb ? yea, they may forget, yet will 
 I not forget thee. Isaiah, xlix. 14. 15. 
 
 BEHOLD the inexorable hour at hand ! 
 
 Behold the inexorable hour forgot ! 
 
 And to forget it, the chief aim of life ; 
 
 Though well to ponder it is life's chief end. Young, 
 
 Forget me not ! Forget me not! 
 Thou utterest, Lord, from earth or skies, 
 In glittering glory rainbow dyes, 
 And every breeze that sheds a balm 
 On morning's joy or evening's calm, 
 
 In open glade or lonely spot, 
 Maintains a tongue to tell Thy power, 
 And whispers in Thy name andhour, 
 
 Forget me not! Forget me not ! 
 
 Forget me not! Forget me not ! 
 The record of Thy will doth say, 
 Eevealing Thee in glory's ray, 
 On Sinai's mount with justice crowned, 
 Throwing Thy awful thunders round, 
 
 But most, when pitying the hard lot 
 Of man, Thy Son rejoiced to die 
 Upon the mount of Calvary, 
 
 Thy voice was heard Forget me not ! 
 
 Forget us not ! Forget us not! 
 In that dread hour when tyrant death 
 Shall gripe this form and stop its breath ; 
 Oh ! in each struggling throe, that clay 
 Feels when the soul is wrenched away, 
 
 And it is left for earth to rot, 
 Look down in mercy Lord, be nigh, 
 To curb the dying agony; 
 
 We are but dust Forget us not! 
 
 William Martin.
 
 232 FORGIVENESS. 
 
 FOEGIVENESS. 
 
 TO the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses, though we 
 have rebelled against him. Daniel, ix. 9. 
 
 When ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any : that 
 your Father also which is in heaven m&y forgive you your trespasses. 
 
 But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in 
 heaven forgive your trespasses. Mark, xi. 25, 26. 
 
 When they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there 
 they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and 
 the other on the left. 
 
 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them ; for they know not what they 
 do. Luke, xxiii. 33, 34. 
 
 Be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, 
 even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you. Ephesians, iv. :i'J. 
 
 THOUGH in the secret paths of sin I trod, 
 Yet do not quite forsake me, O ray God ! 
 'T is Thou alone canst ease me of my pain, 
 Thy healing hand can wash out every stain, 
 Can cleanse my soul, and make the leper clean. 
 Speak, love divine, and bid the suppliant live, 
 On, let mine ear but hail the word, "Forgive !" 
 
 Daniel. 
 
 Forgive thy foe ; nor that alone, 
 His evil deed with good repay ; 
 Fill those with joy who leave thee none 
 And kiss the hand upraised to slay. 
 
 From the Persian. 
 
 Good nature and good sense must ever join ; 
 
 To err is human, to forgive divine. Pope. 
 
 Great souls forgive not injuries till time 
 Has put their enemies into their power, 
 That they may show forgiveness in their own. 
 
 Dryden. 
 My foemen, Lord, are fierce and fell, 
 
 They spurn me in their pride ; 
 They render evil for my good, 
 My patience they deride. 
 
 Arise, O King ! and be the proud 
 
 To righteous ruin driven ! 
 "Forgive!" an awful answer came, 
 
 "As thou would'st be forgiven." Heber.
 
 FOEGIVENE8S. 233 
 
 O thou unknown, Almighty cause 
 
 Of all my hope and fear ! 
 In whose dread presence, ere an hour, 
 
 Perhaps I must appear ! 
 
 If I have wandered in those paths 
 
 Of life I ought to shun, 
 As something, loudly, in my breast, 
 
 Remonstrates I have done ; 
 
 Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me 
 
 With passions wild and strong ; 
 And list'ning to their witching voice 
 
 Has often led me wrong. 
 
 Where human weakness has come short, 
 
 Or frailty stept aside, 
 Do Thou, All-Good ! for such thou art, 
 
 In shades of darkness hide. 
 
 Where with intention I have err'd, 
 
 No other plea I have, 
 But Thou art good ; and Goodness still 
 
 Delighteth to forgive. Burns. 
 
 Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound, 
 
 To rebel sinners doomed to die : 
 Publish the bliss the world around ; 
 
 Ye seraphs shout it from the sky ! 
 
 'T is the rich gift of love divine ; 
 
 'T is full outmeasuring every crime ; 
 Unclouded shall its glories shine, 
 
 And feel no change by changing time. 
 
 For this stupendous love of heaven, 
 What grateful honour shall we shew ? 
 
 Where much transgression is forgiven, 
 Let love with equal ardour glow. 
 
 Cheered by the hope of pardoning grace, 
 We come Thy mercy, Lord, to prove ; 
 
 Like weeping Mary, let us taste 
 
 A pledge of Thy forgiving love. Giblons.
 
 234 FORGIVENESS. 
 
 She rose from her untroubled sleep, 
 
 And put aside her soft brown hair, 
 And in a tone as low and deep 
 
 As love's first whisper, breath'd a prayer. 
 And there, from slumber soft and warm, 
 
 Like a young spirit fresh from heaven, 
 She bow'd her slight and graceful form, 
 
 And humbly pray'd to be forgiven. 
 
 Oh, G-od ! if souls unsoiled as these 
 
 Need daily mercy from Thy throne, 
 If she, upon her bended knees, 
 
 Our loveliest and purest one 
 She, with a face so clear and bright, 
 We deem her some stray child of light ; 
 
 If she, with those soft eyes in tears, 
 
 Day after day, in her first years, 
 Must kneel and pray for grace from Thee, 
 What far, far deeper need have we P 
 
 How hardly if she win not heaven, 
 
 Will our wild errors be forgiven 1 N. P. Willis. 
 
 When on the fragrant sandal tree 
 
 The woodman's axe descends, 
 And she who bloomed so beauteously 
 
 Beneath the keen stroke bends 
 E'en on the edge that brought her death, 
 Dying, she breathes her sweetest breath, 
 As if to token in her fall 
 "Peace to her foes, and love to all." 
 How hardly man this lesson learns, 
 To smile, and bless the hand that spurns ; 
 To see the blow, and feel the pain, 
 But render only love again. 
 This spirit ne'er was given on earth ; 
 One had it, he of heavenly birth ; 
 Reviled, rejected, and betrayed, 
 No curse He breathed, no plaint He made, 
 But when in death's deep pang He sighed, 
 Prayed for his murderers and died. Edmeston.
 
 FOUNDATION. 235 
 
 FOUNDATION. 
 
 OP old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth : and the heavens 
 are the work of thy hands. Psalm oii. 25. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord God, Behold I lay in Zion for a, foundation a 
 stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: he 
 that believeth shall not make haste. Isaiah, xxviii. 16. 
 
 According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise 
 master builder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth 
 thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon. 
 
 For other! foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is 
 Jesus Christ. I. Corinthians, iii. 10, 11. 
 
 WHY build ye on the unsteady sand, 
 
 A worthless house that cannot stand P 
 
 Behold, in winter's stormy day, 
 
 That frail support will glide away, 
 
 And rising billows lightly sweep 
 
 Your fortress to the yawning deep. 
 
 God hath a sure foundation given, 
 
 Fix'd as the firm decrees of heaven : 
 
 The changeless, everlasting rock, 
 
 That braves the storm, and bides the shock ; 
 
 There build : the gates of hell in vain 
 
 Against that rock their war maintain. 
 
 Christ is the rock, the corner stone, 
 
 Faith rears her beauteous house thereon; 
 
 Adorn'd with works of willing love, 
 
 And pointing to the scenes above ; 
 
 Where faith and hope their sway resign, 
 
 Swallow'd in sight and joy divine. 
 
 Charlotte Elizabeth. 
 I built my house upon a rock, 
 
 fFaith's strong foundation firm and sure,) 
 Fixed my abode, the heaviest shock 
 
 Of time and tempest to endure. 
 Nor small, nor large, nor low, nor high, 
 
 Midway it stands upon the steep, 
 Beneath the storm-mark of the sky, 
 
 Above the flood-mark of the deep. 
 And here I humbly wait, while He 
 
 Who pluck'd me from the lowest hell, 
 Prepares a heavenly house for me, 
 
 And calls me hence with Him to dwell. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 236 FOUNTAIN. 
 
 FOUNTAIN. 
 
 How excellent is thy loving-kindness, O God ! therefore the children 
 of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 For with thee is the fountain of life : in thy light shall we see 
 light. Psalm xxxvi. 7, 9. 
 
 In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the housa of David 
 and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness. - 
 Zechariah, xiii. 1. 
 
 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give 
 unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. 
 Revelation, xxi. 6. 
 
 HE set before him spread 
 A table of celestial food divine, 
 Ambrosial fruits, fetched from the tree of life, 
 And from the fount of life ambrosial drink. Milton. 
 
 Abused mortals ! did you know 
 Where joy, heart's-ease, and comforts grow, 
 You 'd scorn proud towers, 
 And seek them in these bowers, 
 
 Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake, 
 But blustering care could never tempest make, 
 Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us, 
 Saving of fountains that glide by us. 
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh. 
 How free the fountain flows 
 
 Of endless life and joy ! 
 The spring which no confinement knows, 
 Whose waters never cloy. 
 
 How sweet the accents sound 
 
 From the Redeemer's tongue ! 
 Assemble all ye nations round 
 
 In one obedient throng. 
 
 Ho, every thirsty soul 
 
 Approach the sacred spring, 
 Drink, and your fainting spirits cheer, 
 
 Renew the draught and sing. Doddridge. 
 
 Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 
 
 Who has & fountain near, 
 A. fountain which shall ever run 
 
 With waters sweet and clear? Ryland.
 
 FBAILTY. 237 
 
 FKAILTY. 
 
 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, 
 what it is ; that I may know how frail I am. -Psalm xxxix. 4. 
 
 BUT man with frailty is allied by birth. 
 
 Bishop Lowth. 
 
 By nature peccable and frail are we, 
 Easily beguiled ; to vice, to error prone ; 
 But apt for virtue too. Humanity 
 Is not a field -where tares and thorns alone 
 Are left to spring ; good seed hath there been sown 
 With no unsparing hand. Sometimes the shoot 
 Is choked with weeds, or withers on a stone ; 
 But in a kindly soil it strikes its root, 
 And flourisheth, and bringeth forth abundant fruit. 
 
 Southey. 
 
 "How meanly dwells th' immortal mind ! 
 
 How vile these bodies are ! 
 Why was a clod of earth designed 
 
 T' enclose a heavenly star ? 
 "Weak cottage where our souls reside, 
 
 This flesh a tott'ring wall ; 
 With frightful breaches gaping wide, 
 
 The building bends to fall. 
 "All round it storms of trouble blow, 
 
 And waves of sorrow roll ; 
 Cold waves and winter storms beat through, 
 
 And pain the tenant soul. 
 "Alas ! how/raii our state !" said I ; 
 
 And thus went mourning on, 
 Till sudden from the cleaving sky 
 
 A gleam of glory shone. 
 My soul felt all the glory come, 
 
 And breathed her native air ; 
 Then she remembered heaven, her home, 
 
 And she a prisoner here. 
 Straight she be^un to change her key, 
 
 And joyful in her pains, 
 She sang the frail 'ty of her clay 
 
 In pleasurable strains. Watts.
 
 238 FREEDOM. 
 
 FREEDOM. 
 
 HE that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's freeman: 
 likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant. I. 
 Corinthians, vii. 22. 
 
 And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. 
 John, viii. 32. 
 
 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. 
 John, viii. 36. 
 
 As free, and not using your liberty for a cloak of maliciousness, but 
 as the servants of God. I. Peter, ii. 16. 
 
 Freely we serve, 
 
 Because we freely love, as in our will 
 To love or not ; in this we stand or fall. Milton. 
 
 Yet gave me in this dark estate 
 
 To see the good from ill, 
 And, binding Nature fast in fate, 
 
 Left/ree the human will. Pope. 
 
 Placed for his trial on this bustling stage, 
 
 From thoughtless youth to ruminating age, 
 
 Free in his will to choose or to refuse, 
 
 Man may improve the crisis, or abuse ; 
 
 Else, on the fatalist's unrighteous plan, 
 
 Say to what bar amenable were man P 
 
 With nought in charge he could betray no trust ; 
 
 And if he fell, would fall because he must ; 
 
 If Love reward him, or if Vengeance strike, 
 
 His recompense in both unjust alike. Cowper. 
 
 Grace leads the right way : if you choose the wrong, 
 Take it and perish, but restrain your tongue ; 
 Charge not, with light sufficient, and left free, 
 Your wilful suicide on G-od's decree. Cowper. 
 
 True freedom is where no restraint is known 
 That scripture, justice, and good sense disown, 
 "Where only vice and injury are tied, 
 And all from shore to shore is free beside. 
 
 Cowper.
 
 FREEDOM. 
 
 Where had been 
 
 The test of faith if the expanded arm 
 Of Heaven, in glory and in power displayed, 
 Had curbed the freedom of the human will, 
 Nor left the scope of choice ! Samuel Hayes. 
 
 If, with streamy radiance, God 
 Had dazzling beamed upon His creatures' eyelids, 
 And shown Himself to their unbandaged view, 
 And with a voice divine to us had spoken, 
 Destroying in our hearts the wondrous balance, 
 (Man ceasing to be man had lost his freedom,} 
 Our soul would not have struggled with our senses, 
 And void of freedom what would virtue be ? 
 
 Pulling, from Lamartine. 
 
 For what is freedom, but the unfettered use 
 Of all the powers which God for use had given ? 
 But chiefly this, Him first, Him last to view 
 Through meaner powers and secondary things 
 Effulgent, as through clouds that veil His blaze. 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 Man (ingenious to contrive his woe, 
 And rob himself of all that makes this vale 
 Of tears bloom comfort) cries, If God foresees 
 Our future actings, then the objects known 
 Must be determined, or the knowledge fail : 
 Thus liberty 's destroyed, and all we do 
 Or suffer, by a fatal thread is spun. 
 Sav, fool, with too much subtilty misled, 
 "Who reasonest but to err, does Prescience change 
 The property of things ? Is aught thou seest 
 Caused by thy vision, not thy vision caused 
 By forms that previously exist ? To God 
 This mode of seeing future deeds extends, 
 And freedom with foreknowledge may exist. 
 
 George Sally. 
 In a service which Thy will appoints 
 
 There are no bonds for me ; 
 For my inmost heart is taught "the truth" 
 
 That makes thy children "free;" 
 And a life of self-renouncing love 
 
 Is a life of liberty. A. L. Waring.
 
 240 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 FEIENDSHIP. 
 
 A FRIEND loveth at all times. Proverbs, xvii. 17. 
 
 A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly : and there is a 
 friend that sticketh closer than a brother. Proverbs, xviii. 24. 
 
 The Son of man came eating and drinking, and they say, Behold a 
 man gluttonous, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners. 
 But wisdom is justified of her children. Matthew, xi. 19. 
 
 Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the 
 world is emnity with G-od ? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the 
 world is the enemy of God. James, iv. 4. 
 
 O WORLD, thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn, 
 
 Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart ; 
 
 Whose hours, whose bed, whose meat, and exercise, 
 
 Are still together ; who twin, as 't were, in love, 
 
 Unseparable, shall within this hour, 
 
 On a dissension of a doit, break out 
 
 To bitterest enmity : so, fellest foes, 
 
 Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep, 
 
 To take the one the other, by some chance, 
 
 Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, 
 
 And interjoin their issues. Shakspere. 
 
 Each friend by fate snatched from us, is a plume 
 
 Plucked from the wing of human vanity, 
 
 Which makes us stoop from our aerial heights, 
 
 And, damped with omen of our own decease, 
 
 On droopiug pinions of ambition lowered, 
 
 Just skim earth's surface, ere we break it up ; 
 
 O'er putrid earth to scratch a little dust, 
 
 And save the world a nuisance. Young. 
 
 Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene ; 
 Resumes them to prepare us for the next. Young. 
 
 Celestial happiness ! Whene'er she stoops 
 
 To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, 
 
 And one alone, to make her sweet amends 
 
 For absent heaven, the bosom of a friend, 
 
 Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, 
 
 Each other's pillow to repose divine. Young.
 
 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 A friend is worth all hazards we can run, 
 Poor is the friendless master of a world ; 
 A world in purchase of a, friend is gain. Dr. Young. 
 
 Friend of the friendless and the faint ! 
 
 Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
 
 Where, but with Thee, whose open door 
 
 Invites the helpless and the poor ? 
 
 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, 
 
 And Thou refuse that mourner's plea P 
 
 Does not that word still fixed remain, 
 
 That "none shall seek thy face in vain?" Cowper. 
 
 To bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth, 
 
 With power to grace them, or to crown with health, 
 
 Our little lot denies ; but Heaven decrees 
 
 To all, the gift of minist'ring to ease : 
 
 The gentle offices of patient love, 
 
 Beyond all flattery, and all praise above ; 
 
 The mild forbearance of another's fault, 
 
 The taunting word suppress'd as soon as thought ; 
 
 On these Heaven bade the sweets of life depend ; 
 
 And crush'd ill fortune when she gave & friend. 
 
 A solitary blessing few can find ; 
 
 Our joys with those we love are intertwined ; 
 
 And he whose wakeful tenderness removes 
 
 Th' obstructing thorn which wounds the breast he loves, 
 
 Smoothes not another's rugged path alone, 
 
 But scatters roses to adorn his own. Hannah More. 
 
 There is a Friend, more tender, true, 
 
 Than brother e'er can be, 
 Who, when all others bid adieu, 
 
 Remains the last to flee ; 
 Who, be their pathway bright or dim, 
 Deserts not those who turn to Him. 
 
 The heart by Him sustained, though deep 
 
 Its anguish, still can bear ! 
 The soul He condescends to keep, 
 
 Shall never know despair ; 
 In nature's weakness, sorrow's night, 
 God is its strength, its joy, its light. Barton, 
 
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 242 FKIENDSHIP. 
 
 Friend after friend departs ; 
 
 Who hath not lost & friend ? 
 There is no union here of hearts 
 
 That finds not here an end ; 
 Were this frail world our final rest, 
 Living or dying none were blest. J. 
 
 Friendship, thou charmer of the mind, 
 
 Thou sweet deluding ill, 
 The brightest minute mortals find, 
 
 And sharpest hour we feel. 
 
 Fate has divided all our shares 
 
 Of pleasure and of pain ; 
 In love the comforts and the cares 
 
 Are mixed and joined again. 
 
 But whilst in floods our sorrow rolls, 
 
 And drops of joy are few, 
 This dear delight of mingling souls 
 
 Serves but to swell our woe. 
 
 Oh ! why should bliss depart in haste, 
 
 Kn&. friendship stay to moan ? 
 Why the fond passion cling so fast, 
 
 When every joy is gone ? 
 
 Yet never let our hearts divide, 
 
 Nor death dissolve the chain ; 
 For love and joy were once allied, 
 
 And must be joined again. Wft.i. 
 
 Christ had His friends His eye could trace 
 
 In the long train of coming years, 
 The chosen children of His grace, 
 
 The full reward of all His tears. 
 These are His friends, and these are thine, 
 
 If thou to Him hast bow pd the knee ; 
 And where these ransomed millions shine 
 
 Shall thy eternal mansion be. Anonymous. 
 
 In yonder bright clime Christian friendships of earth 
 
 Shall live through eternity's day, 
 Shall blossom like plants in the land of their birth. 
 
 But never to suffer decay. W. J. hruck.
 
 GAIN. 243 
 
 GAIN. 
 
 WHAT shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and 
 lose liis own soul. Mark, viii. 36. 
 
 For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. Philippians, i. 21. 
 
 But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. 
 Philippians, iii. 7. 
 
 Godliness with contentment is great gain. I. Timothy, vi. 6. 
 
 Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such 
 a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain. 
 
 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. James, iv. 13, 14. 
 
 I LEFT the God of truth and light, 
 I left the God who gave me breath, 
 
 To wander in the wilds of night, 
 And perish in the snares of death. 
 
 In riches when I sought for joy, 
 And placed in sordid gain my trust, 
 
 I found that gold was all alloy, 
 
 And worldly pleasures fleeting dust. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 The Christian knows each cloud of grief 
 
 Bears impress of his God ; 
 That love, he knows, will send relief 
 
 Which sends the chastening rod. 
 
 He suffers still : God doth not spare ; 
 
 But, lo, He soothes his grief! 
 The Christian has a cross to bear, 
 
 But has a Christ's relief! 
 
 A crown was purchased by his cross, 
 
 A Paradise by pain ; 
 And for His sake, each present loss 
 
 Shall yield eternal gain. Anon. 
 
 No more, my God, I boast no more 
 Of all the duties I have done ; 
 
 I quit the hopes I held before, 
 To trust the merits of Thy Son. 
 
 Now for the love I bear His name, 
 What was my gain I count my loss ; 
 
 My former pride I call my shame, 
 And nail my glory to His cross. Watts.
 
 244 
 
 GAEDEN EDEN GETH SEMANE. 
 
 AND the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden ; and there 
 he put the man whom he had formed. Genesis, ii. 8. 
 
 Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and 
 saith unto his disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. 
 Matthew, xxvi. 36. 
 
 Jesus went forth with his disciples over the brook Cedron, where 
 was a garden, into the which he entered, and his disciples. John, 
 xviii. 1. 
 
 In the place where he was crucified there was a garden; and in 
 the garden a new sepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid. 
 
 There laid they Jesus. John, xix. 41, 42. 
 
 THE mighty Lord of heaven and earth, 
 
 By Gihon's pure and placid stream, 
 That from the new-born hills came forth, 
 
 To sparkle in the sun's young beam 
 
 Upraised, all lovely as a dream 
 To hearts of holy feeling given, 
 
 The garden-bowers with joy that teem 
 For the peculiar wards of heaven : 
 
 For man and woman blessed pair ! 
 
 In innocence and beauty made : 
 With sinless lips to breathe the air, 
 
 Whose odorous gales around them played ; 
 
 With hearts as pure as dew-drops laid 
 Within the rose's virgin breast ; 
 
 With souls that never felt a shade 
 Of gloom upon their prospects rest. Knox. 
 
 Bring the thrilling scene 
 
 Home to thine inmost soul : the sufferer's cry, 
 "Father, if it be possible, this cup 
 Take thou away. Yet not my will but thine :" 
 The sleeping friends who could not watch one hour, 
 The torch, the flashing sword, the traitor's kiss, 
 The astonished angel, with the tear of Heaven 
 Upon his cheek, still striving to assuage 
 Those fearful pangs that bowed the Son of God, 
 Like a bruised reed. Thou who hast power to look 
 Thus at Gethsemane, be still ! be still ! 
 What are thine insect-woes, compared to His 
 Who agonizeth there P , Count thy brief pains
 
 GAEDEN. 245 
 
 As the dust atom on iite's chariot-wheels, 
 Aud in a Saviour's grief forget them all. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 The palm the vine the cedar each hath power 
 
 To bid fair oriental shapes glance by, 
 And each quick glistening of the laurel bower 
 
 Waft Grecian images, o'er fancy's eye : 
 
 But thou, pale olive ! in thy branches lie 
 Far deeper spells than prophet grove of old 
 
 Might e'er enshrine : I could not hear thee sigh 
 To the wind's faintest whisper, nor behold 
 
 One shiver of thy leaves' dim silvery green, 
 
 Without high thoughts and solemn of that scene 
 When in the Garden the Redeemer prayed 
 
 When pale stars looked upon His fainting head, 
 
 And angels, ministering in silent dread, 
 Trembled, perchance, within thy trembling shade. 
 
 Hemans. 
 
 How vainly men themselves amaze 
 To win the palm, the oak, or bays ; 
 And their incessant labours see 
 Crowned from some single herb or tree, 
 Whose short and narrow-verged shade 
 Does prudently their toils upbraid ; 
 While all the flowers and trees do close 
 To weave the garlands of repose. 
 
 Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, 
 And Innocence, thy sister dear ? 
 Mistaken long, I sought you then 
 In busy companies of men. 
 Your sacred plants, if here below, 
 Only among the plants will grow. 
 Society is all but rude 
 In this delicious solitude. 
 
 Here at the fountain's sliding foot, 
 As at some fruit tree's mossy root, 
 Casting the body's vest aside, 
 My soul into the boughs does glide ;
 
 246 GAEDEN. 
 
 There, like a bird, it sits and sings, 
 Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; 
 And, till prepared for longer flight, 
 Waves in its plumes the various light. 
 
 How well the skilful gard'ner drew 
 Of flow'rs and herbs the dial new, 
 Where from above the milder sun 
 Does through a fragrant zodiac run : 
 And, as it works, the industrious bee 
 Computes the time, as well as we. 
 How could such sweet and wholesome hours 
 Be reckoned, but with herbs and flowers. 
 
 Andrew Marvell. 
 
 In a garden man was placed, 
 
 Meet abode for innocence, 
 With his Maker's image graced : 
 Sin crept in and drove him thence, 
 Through the world, a wretch undone, 
 Seeking rest and finding none. 
 
 In a garden on that night 
 
 When our Saviour was betrayed, 
 With what world-redeeming might, 
 
 In his agony he prayed ! 
 Till he drank the vengeance up, 
 And with mercy filled the cup. 
 
 In a garden on the cross, 
 
 When the spear His heart had riven, 
 And for earth's primeval loss 
 
 Heaven's best ransom had been given, 
 Jesus rested from His woes, 
 Jesus from the dead arose. 
 
 Emblem of the church above! 
 
 Where, as in their native clime, 
 ' Midst the garden of His love, 
 
 Rescued from the rage of time, 
 Saints, as trees of life shall stand, 
 Planted by His own right hand. J. Montgomery.
 
 GENTLENESS. 247 
 
 GENTLENESS. 
 
 THor hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy 
 yi'iitli'/ifnx hath made me great. II. Samuel, xxii. 36. 
 
 N.nv I Paul myself beseech you by the meekness and rffiitlertess of 
 Christ. II. Corinthians, x. 1. 
 
 But we were gentle among you, even as a uurse cherisheth her 
 children. I. Thessalonians, ii. 7. 
 
 The servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all 
 men. apt to teach, patient. II. Timothy, ii. 24. 
 
 GENTLY I took that which ungently came, 
 
 And without scorn forgave : Do thou the same. 
 
 A wrong done to thee think a cat's eye spark, 
 
 Thou wouldest not see, were not thine own hearl dark. 
 
 Thine own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin. 
 
 Fear that the spark self-kindled from within, 
 
 Which blown upon will blind thee with its glare, 
 
 Or smother'd stifle thee with noisome air. 
 
 Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds, 
 
 And soon the ventilated spirit finds 
 
 Its natural daylight. If a foe have kenn'd, 
 
 Or worse than foe, an alienated friend, 
 
 A rib of dry rot in thy ship's stout side, 
 
 Think it God's message, and in humble pride 
 
 With heart of oak replace it ; thine the gains 
 
 Give him the rotten timber for his pains! 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 I Ve thought of all this pride, and all this pain, 
 And all the insolent plenitudes of power, 
 And I declare, by this most quiet hour, 
 Which holds in different tasks by the fire-light 
 She, and my friends here, this delightful night, 
 That power itself has not one half the might 
 Of Gentleness. 'T is want to all true wealth ; 
 The uneasy madman's force, to the wise health ; 
 Blind downward beating, to the eyes that see ; 
 Noise to persuasion, doubt to certainty ; 
 The consciousness of strength in enemies, 
 Who must be strain'd upon or else they rise ; 
 The battle to the moon, who all the while, 
 High out of hearing, passes with her smile :
 
 248 GENTLENESS. 
 
 The tempest, trampled in his scanty run, 
 To the whole globe, that basks about the sun ; 
 Or as all shrieks and clangs, with which a sphere, 
 Undone and fired, coiild rake the midnight ear, 
 Compared with that vast dumbness nature keeps 
 
 Throughout her starry deeps, 
 Most old, and mild, and awful, and unbroken, 
 Which tells a tale of peace beyond whate'er was spoken. 
 
 Leigh Hunt. 
 
 Speak gently /It is better far 
 
 To rule by love than fear 
 Speak gently let no harsh words mar 
 
 The good we might do here ! 
 
 Speak gently love doth whisper low 
 
 The vows that true hearts bind : 
 And gently Friendship's accents flow, 
 
 Affection's voice is kind. 
 
 Speak gently to the little child ! 
 
 Its love be sure to gain ; 
 Teach it in accents soft and mild, 
 
 It may not long remain. 
 
 Speak gently to the young, for they 
 
 Will have enough to bear ; 
 Pass through this life as best they may, 
 
 'T is full of anxious care ! 
 
 Speak gently to the aged one, 
 
 Grieve not the careworn heart ; 
 The sands of life are nearly run, 
 
 Let such in peace depart. 
 
 Speak gently, kindly, to the poor 
 
 Let no harsh word be heard ; 
 They have enough they must endure, 
 
 Without an unkind word. 
 
 Speak gently to the erring know 
 
 They may have toiled in vain ; 
 Perchance unkindness made them so ; 
 
 Oh ! win them back again. Anonymous.
 
 GIVING. 249 
 
 GIVING. 
 
 THOU hast ascended on high, thou hast led captivity captive : thou 
 hast received gifts for men ; yea, for the rebellious also, that the Lord 
 God might dwell among them. Psalm Ixviii. 18. 
 
 That every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his 
 labour, it is the gift of God. Ecclesiastes, iii. 13. 
 
 The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
 Romans, vi. 23. 
 
 Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift. II. Corinthians, ix. 15. 
 
 THE King of light, Father of aged time, 
 
 Hath brought about that day, which is the prime 
 
 To the slow gliding months, when every eye 
 
 Wears symptoms of a sober jollity; 
 
 And every hand is ready to present 
 
 Some service in a real compliment. 
 
 While some in golden letters write their love, 
 
 Some speak affection by a ring or glove, 
 
 Or pins and points, (for e'en the peasant may, 
 
 After his ruder fashion, be as gay 
 
 As the brisk courtly Sir,) and thinks that he 
 
 Cannot, without a gross absurdity, 
 
 Be this day frugal, and not spare his friend 
 
 Some gift, to show his love finds not an end 
 
 With the deceased year. Joshua Poole. 
 
 Who gives, constrained, but his own fear reviles ; 
 Not thanked, but scorned; nor are they gifts, but spoils. 
 
 Denham. 
 
 Cheap gifts best fit poor givers. We are told 
 Of the lone mite, and cup of water cold, 
 That, in their way, approved the offerer's zeal. 
 True love shows costliest where the means are scant, 
 And, in her reckoning, they abound who want. 
 
 Charles Lamb. 
 
 
 
 Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, 
 Largely Thy gifts should be restored ; 
 Freely Thou givest, and thy word 
 
 Is "Freely give." 
 He only who forgets to hoard 
 
 Has learned to live. Keble.
 
 250 GLORY. 
 
 GLORY. 
 
 AJJD she named the child Ichabod, saying, The glory is departed 
 from Israel. I. Samuel, iv. 21. 
 
 Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to 
 fflory. Psalm Ixxiii. 24. 
 
 When the Lord shall build up Zion he shall appear in his glory. 
 Psalm cii. 16. 
 
 The wise shall inherit glory. Proverbs, iii. 35. 
 
 For men to search their own glory is not glory. Proverbs, xxv. 27. 
 
 Enter into the rock, and hide thee in the dust, for fear of the Lord, 
 and for the glory of his majesty. Isaiah, ii. 10. 
 
 T' RAISE desert and virtue by my fortune, 
 
 Though in a low estate, were greater fflory, 
 
 Than to mix greatness with a prince that owns 
 
 No worth but that name only. Massinger. 
 
 When our souls shall leave this dwelling, 
 The glory of one fair and virtuous action 
 Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, 
 Or silken banners over us. Shirley. 
 
 This is true glory and renown, when God, 
 
 Looking on the earth, with approbation marks 
 
 The just man, and divulges him through heaven 
 
 To all his angels, who with true applause 
 
 Recount his praises : thus He did to Job, 
 
 Who famous was in heaven, on earth less known : 
 
 Where glory is false glory attributed 
 
 To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame. 
 
 They err who count it glorious to subdue 
 
 By conquest far and wide, to over-run 
 
 Large countries, and in field great battles win, 
 
 Great cities by assault; what do these worthies, 
 
 But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave 
 
 Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote, 
 
 Made captive, yet deserving freedom more 
 
 Than those their conquerors, who leave behind 
 
 Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove, 
 
 And all the flourishing arts of peace destroy. 
 
 But if there be in glory aught of good, 
 
 It may by means far different be attain'd, 
 
 Without ambition, war, or violence ; 
 
 By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, 
 
 By patience, temperance. Milton.
 
 GLORY. 251 
 
 Much of the soul they talk, but all awry, 
 
 And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves 
 
 All glory arrogate, to God give none. Milton. 
 
 Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, 
 
 And sports and flutters in the treacherous blaze ; 
 
 Ravished with joy he wings his eager flight, 
 
 Nor deems of ruin in so clear a light : 
 
 He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doom, 
 
 A bright destruction, and a shining tomb. Tickell. 
 
 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 
 And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. 
 
 Await alike the inevitable hour ; 
 
 The path of glory leads but to the grave. Gray. 
 
 O, that mine eye might closed be, 
 
 To what concerns me not to see ; 
 
 That deafness might possess mine ear, 
 
 To what concerns me not to hear ; 
 
 That Truth my tongue might always tie 
 
 From ever speaking foolishly ; 
 
 That no vain thought might ever rest, 
 
 Or be conceived, in my breast ; 
 
 That by each word, and deed, and thought, 
 
 Glory may to my God be brought ! 
 
 Thomas Ellwood. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye gates that long endure ! 
 
 The King of Glory comes victoriously ! 
 
 Who is the King of Glory 1 He, be sure, 
 
 The Lord, renowned in battle ! This is He ! 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye gates ! He stands before ye ; 
 
 Oh ye seonian gates, uplifted be, 
 
 And make to Him wide entrance whom adore ye. 
 
 Who is the King ye herald ? who but He, 
 
 The Lord of Hosts ? Who else is King of Glory 1 
 
 J. A.. Beraud. 
 Wake, arm divine ! awake 
 
 Eye of the only wise ! 
 Now for Thy glory's sake, 
 
 Saviour and God arise ! .Keble.
 
 252 GOD. 
 
 GOD. 
 
 THOU art a God ready to pardon, gracious and merciful, slow to 
 anger, and of great kindness. Nehemiah, ix. 17. 
 
 The mighty God, even the Lord, hath spoken, and called the earth 
 from the rising of the sun unto the going down thereof. 
 
 Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence. Psalm 1. 1, 3. 
 
 And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have 
 waited for him, and he will save us : this is the Lord ; we have waited 
 for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation. Isaiah, xxv. 9. 
 
 To whom then will ye liken God ? or what likeness will ye compare 
 unto him? Isaiah, xL 18. 
 
 Prepare to meet thy God. Amos, iv. 12. 
 
 God is a spirit : and they that worship him must worship him in 
 spirit and in truth. John, iv. 24. 
 
 Without controversy great is the mystery of godliness : God was 
 manifest in the flesh. I. Timothy, iii. 16. 
 
 To God more glory, more good-will to men 
 Prom God, and over wrath shall grace abound. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 The heavens are a point from the pen of His perfection ; 
 
 The world is a rosebud from the bower of His beauty ; 
 
 The sun is a spark from the light of His wisdom ; 
 
 And the sky a bubble on the sea of His power. 
 
 His beauty is free from stain of sin, 
 
 Hidden in a veil of thick darkness. 
 
 He formed mirrors of the atoms of the world, 
 
 And he cast a reflection from His own face on every 
 
 atom! 
 
 To thy clear-seeing eye whatsoever is fair, 
 When thou regardest it aright, is a reflection from 
 
 His face. J ami, from the Persian. 
 
 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, 
 Whose voice created and whose wisdom guides, 
 On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, 
 And cheer the clouded mind with light divine ! 
 
 'T is Thine alone to calm the pious breast, 
 
 With silent confidence, and holy rest ; 
 
 From Thee, great God ! we spring to Thee we tend, 
 
 Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. 
 
 Dr. Johnson.
 
 GOD. 253 
 
 Not God alone in the still calm we find, 
 
 He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind. 
 
 Pope. 
 
 The God that rules on high, 
 That all the earth surveys, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky, 
 And calms the roaring seas 
 This awful God is ours, 
 Our Father and our love ; 
 He will send down His heavenly powers 
 
 To carry us above. Watts. 
 
 Spirit whose life-sustaining presence fills 
 
 Air, ocean, central depths by man untried, 
 
 Thou for Thy worshippers hast sanctified 
 
 All place, all time ! The silence of the hills 
 
 Breathes veneration : founts and choral rills 
 
 Of Thee are murmuring : to its inmost glade 
 
 The living forest with Thy whisper thrills, 
 
 And there is holiness in every shade. Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 On earth there's not a creature 
 
 Too small, dear God, for Thee : 
 Thou gav'st them form and feature, 
 And Thine they aye must be. 
 For Thee the bird sings, 
 For Thee the fish springs, 
 For Thee the bee hums, 
 The gold-beetle drums, 
 The little mouse pipes clear and fine ; 
 We all are Thine, dear Lord ; but Thine ! 
 
 Clemens Brentano. 
 
 There is no God, the fool in secret said ; 
 
 There is no God that rules on earth or sky ; 
 
 Tear off the band that folds the wretched head, 
 
 That God may burst upon his faithless eye. 
 
 Is there no God ? the stars in myriads spread, 
 
 If he look up, the blasphemy deny, 
 
 Whilst his own features, in the mirror read, 
 
 Reflect the image of Divinity. 
 
 Is there no God? the silver stream that flows, 
 
 The air he breathes, the ground he treads, the trees,
 
 254 GOD. 
 
 The flowers, the grass, the sands, each wind that blows, 
 All speak of God ; throughout one voice agrees, 
 And eloquent His dread existence shows : 
 Blind to thyself, ah! see Him, fool, in these. Anon. 
 
 My God, to Thee belong 
 Incense of praise and hallowed song ; 
 To Thee be all the glory given 
 Of all my mercies under heaven ; 
 From Thee my daily bread and health, 
 Each comfort, all my spirit's wealth, 
 Have been derived ; my sins alone, 
 And errings, I can call mine own. Walker. 
 
 What secret hand, at morning light, 
 
 By stealth unseals mine eye, 
 Draws back the curtain of the night, 
 
 And opens earth and sky P 
 
 'T is Thine, my God the same that kept 
 
 My resting hours from harm ; 
 No ill came nigh me, for I slept 
 
 Beneath the Almighty's arm. 
 
 'T is Thine my daily bread that brings, 
 
 Like manna scattered round, 
 And clothes me, as as the lily springs 
 
 In beauty from the ground. /. Montgomery. 
 
 With years oppress'd, with sorrows worn, 
 Dejected, harass'd, sick, forlorn, 
 
 To Thee, O God, I pray ; 
 To Thee my withered hands arise ; 
 To Thee I lift my failing eyes : 
 
 Oh ! cast me not away ! Sir R. Grant. 
 
 Who spoke creation into birth, 
 
 Arch'd the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth ; 
 Who form'd a pathway for the obedient sun, 
 And bade the seasons in their circles run ; 
 Who fill'd the air, the forest, and the flood, 
 And gave man all for comfort, or for good. 
 
 Charles Sprague.
 
 GOLD. 255 
 
 GOLD. 
 
 BUT lie knoweth the way that I take : when lie hath tried me, I 
 shall come forth as gold. Job, xxiii. 10. 
 
 The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever : the judgments of 
 the Lord are true and righteous altogether. 
 
 More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold. 
 Psalm xix. 9, 10. 
 
 The trial of your faith, being much more precious that of gold that 
 perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and 
 honour and glory, at the appearing of Jesus Christ. 1. Peter, i. 7. 
 
 I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God 
 out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 
 
 And the building of the wall of it was of jasper : and the city was 
 pure gold, like unto clear glass. - Revelation, xxi. 2, 18. 
 
 NEVEK exceed thy income. Youth may make 
 Even with the year ; but age if it will hit, 
 Shoots a bow short, and lessens still its stake, 
 As the day lessens, and his life with it. 
 
 Thy children, kindred, friends, upon thee call ; 
 
 Before thy journey fairly part with all. 
 
 Yet in thy thriving still misdoubt some evil; 
 Lest gaining gain on thee, and make thee dim 
 To all things else. Wealth is the conjurer's devil ; 
 Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him. 
 Gold thou mayest safely touch ; but if it stick 
 Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick. 
 
 Herbert. 
 
 To purchase heaven has gold the power ? 
 
 Can gold remove the mortal hour ? 
 
 In life can love be bought with gold ? 
 
 Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? 
 
 No all that 's worth a wish a thought 
 
 Fair virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought. 
 
 Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, 
 
 Lot nobler views engage thy mind. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Oh, bane of man ! seducing cheat! 
 
 Can man, weak man, thy power defeat? 
 
 Gold banish'd honour from the mind, 
 
 And only left the name behind; 
 
 Gold sow'd the world with ev'ry ill, 
 
 Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill ; 
 
 'T was gold instructed coward hearts 
 
 In treachery's more pernicious arts. Gay.
 
 256 GOLD. 
 
 Gold, many hunted, sweat, and bled for Gold; 
 
 Waked all the night, and laboured all the day. 
 
 And what was this allurement dost thou ask ? 
 
 A dust dug from the bowels of the earth, 
 
 Which, being cast into the fire, came out 
 
 A shining thing that fools admired, and called 
 
 A god ; and in devout and humble plight 
 
 Before it kneeled, the greater to the less ; 
 
 And on its altar sacrificed ease, peace, 
 
 Truth, faith, integrity, good conscience, friends, 
 
 Love, charity, benevolence, and all 
 
 The sweet and tender sympathies of life ; 
 
 And to complete the horrid murderous rite, 
 
 And signalize their folly, offered up 
 
 Their souls and an eternity of bliss, 
 
 To gain them what ? an hour of dreaming joy, 
 
 A feverish hour that hasted to be done, 
 
 And ended in the bitterness of woe. Pollok. 
 
 The deep damnation of the crowd, O Gold ! 
 Heapeth reproach upon thy innocent dust ! 
 "Evil's prolific root," "Bribe of the just," 
 "Strength of the false and cruel," "God, extoll'd 
 By priests, by whom heaven's pardoning grace is sold,"- 
 
 Such are thy titles ! while, with covetous lust, 
 Men hoard the very ore they have befoul'd 
 
 With the tongue's obloquy of wordy rust, 
 Yet thou art sinless, Gold ! and bright, and bland, 
 
 And fit for glorious offices ; and blest, 
 When put to uses holy. Oh, be sure 
 The curse is not on thee ; for 't is the hand 
 
 That toucheth thee doth thee with stains invest, 
 Or maketh thee beneficent and pure ! 
 
 Colder Campbell. 
 That universal idol, Gold, 
 
 In homage all unites ; 
 Without a temple, 't is adored, 
 And has no hypocrites. 
 
 Nay, more, Gold's warmest devotees 
 
 Strive most to hide their zeal ; 
 And he that loves this idol most, 
 
 Would most that love conceal. Colton.
 
 GOODNESS. 257 
 
 GOODNESS. 
 
 THERE be many that say, Who will shew us any good f Lord, lift 
 Thou up the light of Thy countenance upon us. Psalm iv. 6. 
 
 There is not a just man upon earth, that doeth good, and sinneth 
 not. Ecclesiastes, vii. 20. 
 
 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the 
 Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk 
 humbly with thy God. Micah, vi. 8. 
 
 Do good to them that hate you. Matthew, v. 44. 
 
 As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men. 
 Clalatians, vi. 10. 
 
 Hold fast that which is good. I. Thessalonians, v. 21. 
 
 Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him 
 it is sin. James, iv. 17. 
 
 How far the little candle throws his beams ! 
 So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 Great minds, like Heaven, are pleased in doing good, 
 
 Though the ungrateful subjects of their favours 
 
 Are barren in return. Roice. 
 
 Then to be good, is to be happy: angels 
 
 Are happier than mankind, because they 're better. 
 
 Howe. 
 
 Take well whate'er shall chance, though bad it be, 
 Take it for good, and 'twill be good to thee. 
 
 Randolph. 
 Good, the more 
 
 Communicated, more abundant grows ; 
 
 The author not impaired, but honoured more. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Look round the world, behold the chain of love 
 Combining all below, and all above; 
 See plastic nature working to this end, 
 The single atoms each to other tend, 
 Attract, attracted to the next in place, 
 Formed and impelled its neighbour to embrace ; 
 See matter next, with various life endued, 
 Press to one centre, still the general good. Young. 
 
 A good man and an angel ! These between 
 How thin the barrier? What divides their fate?
 
 258 GOODNESS. 
 
 Perhaps a moment, or perhaps a year; 
 
 Or if an age, it is a moment still, 
 
 A moment, or eternity 's forgot. Young. 
 
 Who never felt the impatient throb 
 
 The longing of a heart that pants 
 
 And reaches after distant good. Cowper. 
 
 Sure the last end 
 
 Of the good man is peace! how calm his exit! 
 Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, 
 Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft ! Blair. 
 
 The y odd are better made by ill, 
 
 As odours crushed, are better still. Rogers. 
 
 As flowers which night, when day is o'er, perfume, 
 Breathes the sweet memory from a good man's tomb. 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 When to the common rest that crowns our days, 
 Called in the noon of life, the good man goes, 
 Or full of years, or ripe in wisdom, lays 
 His silver temples in their last repose ; 
 When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows, 
 And blights the fairest ; when our bitterest tears 
 Stream, as the eyes of those that love us close, 
 We think on what they were, with many fears 
 Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming 
 years. TF". C. Bryant. 
 
 Give credit to thy mortal brother's heart 
 For all the good that in thine own hatli part. 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 
 Never despair of goodness. Men are bad, 
 But have been worse. The badness shall die out, 
 The goodness, like the thistle-down, shall float, 
 Bearing a germ beneath its tiny car 
 A germ predestined to become a tree, 
 To fall on fruitful soil, and on its boughs 
 Bear seed enough to stock the universe. 
 
 e.f Mackay
 
 GOSPEL. 269 
 
 GOSPEL. 
 
 AND He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the 
 yuxptl to every creature. Mark, xvi. 15. 
 
 To the poor the gospel is preached. Luke, vii. '2'2. 
 
 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ ; for it is the power 
 of God unto salvation to every one that belie veth ; to the Jew first, 
 and also to the Greek. Romans, i. 16. 
 
 The word of truth, the gospel of your salvation. Ephesians, L 13. 
 
 If ye continue in the faith grounded and settled, and be not moved 
 away from the hope of the gospel, which ye have heard, and which 
 was preached to every creature which is under heaven. Oolossians, 
 i. 28. 
 
 And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the 
 everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and 
 to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and jieople. Revelation, 
 xiv. 6. 
 
 O, I have seen, (nor hope perhaps in vain, 
 
 Ere life go down, to see such sights again,) 
 
 A veteran warrior in the Christian field, 
 
 Who never saw the sword he could not wield ; 
 
 Grave without dulness, learned without pride, 
 
 Exact, yet not precise, though meek, keen-eyed; 
 
 A man that would have foiled, at their own play, 
 
 A dozen would-be's of the modern day ; 
 
 "Who, when occasion justified its use, 
 
 Had wit as bright, as ready to produce ; 
 
 Could fetch the records of an earlier age, 
 
 Or from philosophy's enlightened page 
 
 His rich materials, and regale your ear 
 
 With strains it was a privilege to hear : 
 
 Yet, above all, his luxury supreme, 
 
 And his chief glory was the gospel theme ; 
 
 There he was copious as old Greece or Rome, 
 
 His happy eloquence seemed there at home, 
 
 Ambitious not to shine, or to excel, 
 
 But, to treat justly what he loved so well. Cowper. 
 
 Behold His life, and learn from Him to live ; 
 
 In death still greater view thy dying Lord, 
 
 And imitate that worth thou canst not reach. 
 
 Smooth are His paths, and to conduct thy feet, 
 
 The Gospel's holy light around thee sheds 
 
 Its mild effulgence. William Holland.
 
 260 GOSPEL. 
 
 Gazing ever on the Gospel light, 
 That endless source of evidence and truth, 
 Prove every doctrine by that golden rule, 
 And "try the spirits if they be of God." 
 
 Mrs. Siffourney. 
 
 The Gospel's glorious hope, 
 Its rule of purity, its eye of prayer, 
 Its fort of firmness on temptation's steep, 
 Its bark that fails not, 'mid the storm of death, 
 He spread before them, and with gentlest tone, 
 Such as a brother to his sister breathes, 
 His little sister, simple and untaught, 
 Did urge them to the shelter of that ark 
 Which rides the wrathful deluge. Mrs. Siffourney. 
 
 The moon is up ! How calm and slow 
 
 She wheels above the hill ; 
 The weary winds forget to blow, 
 
 And all the world lies still. 
 
 The way-worn travellers, with delight, 
 
 The rising brightness see, 
 Revealing all the paths and plains, 
 
 And gilding every tree. 
 
 It glistens where the hurrying stream 
 
 Its little ripple leaves; 
 It falls upon the forest shade, 
 
 And sparkles on the leaves. 
 
 So once, on Judah's evening hills, 
 
 The heavenly lustre spread ; 
 The gospel sounded from the blaze, 
 
 And shepherds gazed with dread. 
 
 And still that light upon the world 
 
 Its guiding splendour throws ; 
 Bright in the opening hours of life. 
 
 But brighter at the close. 
 
 The waning moon in time shall fail 
 
 To walk the midnight skies, 
 But God hath kindled this bright light 
 
 With fire that never dies. W. B. O Peabody.
 
 GRACE. 261 
 
 GEACE. 
 
 THE Lord will give grace and glory ; no good thing will he with- 
 hold from them that walk uprightly. Psalm Ixxxiv. 11. 
 
 The law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus 
 Christ, John, L 17, 
 
 We have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and re- 
 joice in hope of the glory of God. Romans, v. 2. 
 
 My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in 
 weakness. II. Corinthians, xii. 9. 
 
 For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all 
 men. Titus, ii. 11. 
 
 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may 
 obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews, 
 iv. 16. 
 
 PEAT for the health of all that are diseased, 
 Confession unto all that are convicted, 
 
 And patience unto all that are displeased, 
 And comfort unto all that are afflicted, 
 
 And mercy unto all that have offended, 
 
 And grace to all, that all may be amended. 
 
 Nicholas Breton. 
 
 The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with Grace, 
 
 And there it revels, and when that decays, 
 
 The guilty rebel for remission prays. Shalcspere. 
 
 That word, Grace, 
 In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. Shalcspere. 
 
 Who God doth late and early pray, 
 
 More of His grace than gifts to lend ; 
 And entertains the harmless day 
 
 TV ith a religious book or friend ; 
 This man is freed from servile bands 
 
 Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; 
 Lord of himself, though not of lands, 
 
 And having nothing, yet hath all. 
 
 Henry Wbtton. 
 
 Prevenient grace descending had removed 
 
 The stony from their hearts. Milton. 
 
 But grace, abused, brings forth the foulest deeds, 
 
 As richest soil, the most luxuriant weeds. Cowper.
 
 262 GKACE. 
 
 My stock lies dead, and no increase, 
 Doth my dull husbandry improve ; 
 O let thy grace still without cease, 
 
 Drop from above ! 
 
 The dew doth every morning fall, 
 
 And shall the dew outstrip thy dove, 
 The dew for which grass cannot call ? 
 
 Drop from above ! 
 
 Death is still working like a mole, 
 
 And digs my grave at each remove ; 
 Let grace work too, and on my soul 
 
 Drop from above ! 
 
 Sin is still hammering my heart 
 Unto a hardness void of love ; 
 Let suppling grace, to cross his art, 
 
 Drop from above ! 
 
 O come ! for Thou dost know the way, 
 
 Or if to me thou wilt not move, 
 Remove me when I need, and say 
 
 Drop from above ! 
 
 George Herbert. 
 
 I want that grace which springs from Thee, 
 Which quickens all things where it flows, 
 
 And makes a wretched thorn like me 
 Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. Cowper. 
 
 All-powerful Grace, exert thy gentle sway, 
 And teach my rebel passions to obey; 
 Lest lurking folly, with insidious art, 
 Regain my volatile, inconstant heart ! 
 
 Mrs, Carter. 
 O God ! how beautiful the thought, 
 
 How merciful the bless'd decree, 
 That Grace can e'er be found, when sought, 
 
 And nought shut out the soul from Thee. 
 The cell may cramp, the fetters gall, 
 
 The flame may scorch, the rack may tear ; 
 But torture, stake, or prison-wall, 
 
 Can be endured with faith and prayer. 
 
 Eliza Cook.
 
 This grace is ours: who asks in Thy great name, 
 May ask for all ; and with assurance claim 
 The purchased pardon to believers given, 
 The seal of mercy, and the hope of heaven. 
 
 Perronet. 
 Every act 
 
 Which shunned the trifling plaudit of mankind, 
 Shall here to wondering millions be displayed, 
 A monument of grace. C. P. Layard. 
 
 Faith ! anchor of the soul amid the storms 
 
 Which vex and toss the ocean deep, which forms 
 
 The pathway to that land of light and love, 
 
 Which waits the ransom'd in the world above ; 
 
 While this life lasts, I fain would stay on thee ; 
 
 I shall not need thee in eternity. 
 
 Hope ! be thou mine, while here on earth I rove, 
 
 But only till I reach my home above : 
 
 But Charity I of Christian graces best, 
 
 Ever increasing, blessing still and blest, 
 
 Thou shalt remain when Faith and Hope shall cease, 
 
 The source and fulness e'en of Heaven's bliss ! 
 
 No period circumscribes my prayer for thee ; 
 
 Be mine on earth, and through eternity ! 
 
 Mary Milner. 
 
 Grace ! 't is a charming sound, 
 Harmonious to my ear ; 
 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound. 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 Grace first contrived a way 
 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 And all the steps that grace display 
 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 Grace taught my wand'ring feet 
 
 To- tread the heavenly road ; 
 And new supplies each hour I meet, 
 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 
 Through everlasting days ; 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
 
 And well deserves the praise. Doddridge.
 
 264 
 
 GEAVE TOMB. 
 
 THE Lord killeth, and maketh alive : he bringeth down to the r/rttr.i: 
 and bringeth up. I. Samuel, ii. 6. 
 
 God will redeem my soul from the power of ttieg?-ave: for he shall 
 receive me. Psalm xlix. 15. 
 
 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for 
 there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the 
 grave, whither thou goest. Ecclesiastes, ix. 10. 
 
 I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem 
 them from death : death, I will be thy plagues ; grave, I will be 
 thy destruction. Hosea, xiii. 14. 
 
 WHEN self-esteem, or other's adulation, 
 
 Would cunningly persuade us we are something 
 
 Above the common level of our kind ; 
 
 The grave gainsays the smooth-complexion'd flatt'ry, 
 
 And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are: 
 
 Blair. 
 
 Dull grave! thou spoil'st the dance of youthful blood, 
 Strik'st out the dimple from the cheek of mirth, 
 And every smirking feature from the face ; 
 Branding out laughter with the name of madness. 
 
 Blair. 
 
 All at rest now all dust ! wave flows on wave, 
 But the sea dries not ! What to us the grave ? 
 It brings no real homily ; we sigh, 
 Pause for awhile, and murmur "all must die;" 
 Then rush to pleasure, action, sin, once more, 
 Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore. 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 Oh! for a heart that seeks the sacred gloom 
 That hovers round the precincts of the tomb! 
 While fancy, musing there, sees visions bright, 
 In death discovering life, in darkness, light. 
 
 What though the chilling blasts of winter's day 
 Forbid the garden longer to be gay? 
 Of winter yet I' 11 not refuse to sing, 
 4 Thus to be followed by eternal spring. 
 
 Leigh Richiiiond.
 
 GBAVE. 265 
 
 What is the Grave of Pride ? Is it to lie 
 
 \Neath sculptured marble, where the night-winds sigh 
 
 Through solemn arches, and 'mid pillars tall, 
 
 The while the pallid moonbeams coldly fall 
 
 On shrine, and urn, and " animated bust," 
 
 The vain memorials all of " dust to dust ?" 
 
 Is it to lie with hands uprear'd in prayer, 
 
 As many a warrior rests in sculpture rare ; 
 
 His banner floating o'er the chisell'd stone, 
 
 'Neath which, long ages since, he laid him down, 
 
 To fear no battle-cry, nor trumpet call, 
 
 Till on his startled ear the peal shall fall, 
 
 That from the storied tomb, or daisied sod, 
 
 Death's sleepers shall awake to meet their God P 
 
 Then will it seek not, if in minster-pile, 
 
 While music roll'd through each time-honour'd aisle, 
 
 And choral hymnings swell the flood of sound, 
 
 That rose and fell through all the vaults around ; 
 
 Or if beneath some village yew-tree's shade, 
 
 The child of earth to his long rest were laid. 
 
 The marble tomb must yield its treasured trust, 
 
 The grass-grown grave give up the sleeping dust. 
 
 Mary Milner. 
 
 I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls 
 The burial-ground, God's Acre ! It is just ; 
 
 It consecrates each grave within its walls, 
 
 And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. 
 
 Into its furrows shall we all be cast, 
 
 In the sure faith that we shall rise again 
 
 At the great harvest, when the Archangel's blast 
 Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. 
 
 Longfellow. 
 
 'Tis a blessing to live, but a greater to die, 
 And the best of the world, is its path to the sky, 
 Be it gloomy or bright, for the life that He gave 
 Let us thank Him but blessed be God for the grave! 
 'Tis the end of our toil, 'tis the crown of our bliss,. 
 'Tis the portal of happiness aye, but for this, 
 How hopeless were sorrow, how narrow were love, 
 If they looked not from earth to the rapture above ! 
 
 J. K. Mitchell.
 
 266 GRAVK. 
 
 Come unto the churchyard near : 
 
 Where the gentle, whispering breeze 
 
 Softly rustleth through the trees; 
 
 Where the moonbeam pure and white, 
 
 Falls in floods of cloudless light, 
 
 Bathing many a turfy heap 
 
 Where the lowlier slumberers sleep ; 
 
 And the graceful willow waves, 
 
 Banner-like, o'er nameless graves : 
 
 Here hath prayer arisen like dew, 
 
 Here the earth is holy, too, 
 
 Lightly press each grassy mound : 
 
 Surely this is hallowed ground. M. A. Browne. 
 
 Through these branched walks will contemplation wind, 
 And grave wise Nature's teachings on his mind ; 
 As the white grave-stones glimmer to his eye, 
 A solemn voice will thrill him, " Thou must die !" 
 When autumn's tints are glittering in the air, 
 That voice will whisper to his soul "Prepare!" 
 When winter's snows are spread o'er hill and dell, 
 "Oh, this is death!" that solemn voice will swell; 
 But when with spring, streams leap, and blossoms wave, 
 "Hope, Christian, hope," 'twill say, "there's life be- 
 yond the grave." Alfred It. Street. 
 
 The voice of prayer at the sable bier ! 
 
 A voice to sustain, to soothe, and to cheer. 
 
 It commends the spirit to God who gave ; 
 
 It lifts the thoughts from the cold, dark grave ; 
 
 Itpoints to the glory where He shall reign 
 
 Who whispered, "Thy brother shall rise again!" 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun. 
 Yes! it is a certain sleep, 
 
 Where dreams of woe can ne'er intrude ; 
 Ah! if no earthly passion creep 
 Into its solemn solitude. 
 
 If there at length we cease to feel 
 
 Each pang, which living rends the breast ; 
 
 Who would not from this vain world steal 
 
 Into the silent grave to rest P Arthur Brook.
 
 GREATNESS. 267 
 
 GREATNESS. 
 
 ASCRIBE ye greatness unto our God. Deuteronomy, xxxii. 3. 
 
 Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; and His gi-eatni'M is 
 unsearchable. Psalm cxlv. 3. 
 
 Then there arose a reasoning among them, which of them should 
 be greatest. 
 
 And Jesus perceiving the thought of their heart, took a child, and 
 set him by him, 
 
 And said unto them, Whosoever shall receive this child in my name 
 receiveth me ; and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent 
 me : for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great. 
 Luke, ix. 46, 47, 48. 
 
 O HAPPY man, saith he, that lo I see 
 Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields, 
 If he but knew his good. How blessed he 
 That feels not what affliction greatness yields ! 
 Other than what he is who would not be, 
 Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields. 
 Thine, thine is that true life ; that is to live, 
 To rest secure, and not rise up to grieve. 
 
 Samuel Daniel. 
 
 The good alone are great ! 
 When winds the mountain oak assail. 
 
 And lay its glories waste, 
 Content may slumber in the vale, 
 
 Unconscious of the blast. 
 Through scenes of tumult while we roam, 
 The heart, alas ! is ne'er at home ; 
 
 It hopes in time to roam no more. 
 The mariner, not vainly brave, 
 Combats the storm, and rides the wave, 
 
 To rest at last on shore. 
 
 Yeproud, ye selfish, ye severe, 
 
 How vain your mask of state; 
 The good alone have joy sincere, 
 
 The good alone are great ! 
 Great, when amid the vale of peace, 
 They bid the plaint of sorrow cease, 
 
 And hear the voice of artless praise ; 
 As when along the trophied plain 
 Sublime they lead the victor train, 
 
 While shouting nations gaze. Seattle.
 
 268 GREATNESS. 
 
 The wretched tumults that confound 
 The soul, nor wealth can tell, nor kingly state ; 
 And stubborn are the care? that hover round 
 
 The vaulted ceilings of the great. Horace. 
 
 To meet life's ills with soul serene, 
 
 Treading the path our Saviour trod : 
 To live as seeing things unseen, 
 
 To walk and commune with our God ; 
 This is true greatness ! worth divine ! 
 
 Giv'n by the Spirit and the Word 
 To man ! Thus grows that living shrine, 
 
 Formed, hallowed, dwelt in by the Lord ! 
 
 Rev. W. M. Hetherington. 
 
 What though the great, 
 With costly pomp, and aromatic sweets, 
 Embalmed his poor remains ; or through the dome 
 A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light, 
 While solemn organs to his parting soul 
 Chaunted slow orisons ; say, by what mark 
 Dost thou discern him from the lowly swain, 
 Whose mouldering bones beneath the thorn-bound turf, 
 Long lay neglected. Glynn. 
 
 The truly great are those who make least noise, 
 
 And walk with humble looks upon the earth ; 
 
 They nor affect a swelling part, nor speak 
 
 Big words, that make their hearers stand aside 
 
 In silent awe, and clear an ample space, 
 
 Like Liliputians for some Gulliver. 
 
 Greatness consists not in suc'n empty gauds 
 
 As dazzle and attract the public eye ; 
 
 It rests not on the breath of multitudes, 
 
 For soothly hath the poet said "The world 
 
 Knows nothing of its greatest men." There went 
 
 A great man once about the daily paths 
 
 Of life, and few there were that recognised 
 
 The greatness that in goodness dwelt ; and still 
 
 Small is the number unto whom this truth 
 
 Is made apparent. Egone.
 
 GBIEF. 269 
 
 GEIEF. 
 
 Hi-: is despised and rejected of men ; a man of sorrows and acquainted 
 with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from Him : He was despised, 
 and we esteemed Him not. 
 
 Surely He hath borne our grief i, and carried our sorrows ; yet we 
 did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. Isaiah, 
 lili. 3. 4. 
 
 For the Lord will not cast off for ever : 
 
 For though He cause grief, yet will He have compassion according 
 to the multitude of His mercies. 
 
 For He doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men. 
 Lamentations, iii. 31, 32, 33. 
 
 For this is thankworthy, if a man for conscience toward God endure 
 grief, suffering wrongfully. I. Peter, ii. 19. 
 
 WHEN grief that well might humble, swells our pride, 
 
 And pride increasing, aggravates our grief, 
 
 The tempest must prevail till we are lost. Lillo. 
 
 Every grief we feel 
 
 Shortens the destined number ; every pulse 
 Beats a short moment of the pain away, 
 And the last stroke will come. By swift degrees 
 Time sweeps us off, and soon we shall arrive 
 At life's sweet period. Celestial point 
 That ends this mortal story. Watts. 
 
 We grieve to think our eyes no more 
 
 That form, those features loved, shall trace. 
 
 But sweet it is from memory's store 
 To call each fondly-cherished grace, 
 And fold them in the heart's embrace. 
 
 No bliss 'mid worldly crowds is bred, 
 
 Like musing on the sainted dead. 
 
 We grieve to see expired the race 
 They ran, intent on works of love ; 
 
 But sweet to think no mixture base, 
 With which their better nature strove, 
 Shall rear their virtuous deeds above. 
 
 Sin o'er their soul has lost its hold, 
 
 And left them with their earthly mould. 
 
 Bishop Mant.
 
 270 GRIEF. 
 
 This is the curse of time. Alas! 
 
 In grief I am not all unlearned; 
 Once thro' mine own doors death did pass 
 
 One went who never hath returned. 
 
 Let grief be her own mistress still, 
 
 She loveth her own anguish deep, 
 More than much pleasure. Let her will 
 
 Be done to weep or not to weep. 
 
 Words weaker than your grief, would make 
 Grief more. 'Twere better I should cease; 
 
 Altho' myself could almost take 
 
 The place of him that sleeps in peace. 
 
 Tennyson. 
 
 We overstate the ills of life, and take 
 
 Imagination, given us to bring down 
 
 The choirs of singing angels, overshone 
 
 By God's clear glory, down our earth, to rake 
 
 The dismal snows instead; flake following flake, 
 
 To cover all the corn. We walk upon 
 
 The shadow of hills, across a level thrown, 
 
 And pant like climbers. Near the alder-brake 
 
 We sigh so loud . the Nightingale within 
 
 Refuses to sing ioud, as else she would. 
 
 O, brothers ! lot us leave the shame and sin 
 
 Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, 
 
 The holy name of Grief I holy herein, 
 
 That by the grief of One, came all our good. 
 
 Miss Barrett. 
 
 Warm, soft, motionless, 
 As flowers in stillest noon before the sun, 
 They lie three paces from him: such they lie 
 As when he left them sleeping side by side, 
 A mother's arm round each, a mother's cheeks 
 Between them, flusht with happiness and love. 
 He was more changed than they were, doomed to show, 
 Thee and the stranger, how defaced and scarr'd 
 Grief hunts us down the precipice of years, 
 And whom the faithless prey upon the last. 
 
 W. S. Landor.
 
 GUIDANCE. 271 
 
 GUIDANCE. 
 
 FOR this God is our God for ever and ever : he will be our guide 
 even unto death. Psalm xlviii. 14. 
 
 The Lord shall guide thee continually. Isaiah, Iviii. 11. 
 
 Will thou not from this time cry unto me, My father, thon art the 
 guide of my youth V Jeremiah, iii. 4. 
 
 THAT man 
 
 May safely venture to go on his way, 
 That is so guided, that he cannot stray. 
 
 Marmyon. 
 
 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me still; 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
 Addison. 
 
 Difference of good and ill for men to know 
 Was needless sure, while, with the fearless eye 
 Of an obedient son, he might look up 
 To the Almighty Father of his race, 
 And claim his guidance. John Hey. 
 
 Whither midst falling dew, 
 
 While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, 
 Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue 
 
 Thy solitary way ? 
 
 Vainly the fowler's eye 
 
 Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 
 As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, 
 
 Thy figure floats along. 
 
 Thou'rt gone, th' abyss of heaven 
 Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet in my heart 
 Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, 
 
 And shall not soon depart. 
 
 He who, from zone to zone 
 
 Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 
 In the long way that I must tread alone, 
 
 Will lead my steps aright. Bryant.
 
 272 GUIDANCE. 
 
 I would not have the restless will 
 
 That hurries to and fro, 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know, 
 I would be treated as a child, 
 
 And guided where to go. L. A . Waring. 
 
 Here, where all climes their offerings send, 
 Here, where all arts their tribute lay, 
 
 Before thy presence, Lord, we bend, 
 And for thy smile and blessing pray. 
 
 For Thou dost sway the tides of thought, 
 
 And hold the issues in thy hand, 
 Of all that human toil has wrought, 
 
 And all that human skill has plann'd. 
 
 Thou lead'st the restless Power of Mind 
 
 O'er destiny's untrodden field, 
 And guid'st him wandering bold but blind, 
 
 To mighty ends not yet revealed. Anon. 
 
 Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, 
 
 Pilgrim through this barren land ! 
 I am weak, but Thou art mighty, 
 
 Hold me with Thy powerful hand ! 
 Bread of heaven, 
 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 Open Thou the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing waters flow ! 
 Let the fiery cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through ! 
 Strong Deliv'rer ! 
 
 Be Thou still my strength and shield ! 
 
 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 
 Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
 Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side ! 
 Songs of praises 
 
 I will ever give to Thee. Oliver.
 
 GUILT. 273 
 
 GUILT. 
 
 TUB Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and 
 abundant in goodness and truth. 
 
 Keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression, 
 and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty. Exodus, xxxiv. 
 , "> 
 
 The Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His name in vain. 
 Deuteronomy, v. 11. 
 
 Deliver me from \3i\ooA-ffitiltineu, O God, thou God of my salvation : 
 and my tongue shall sing aloud of Thy righteousness. Psalm li. 14. 
 
 For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one 
 ix>int. lie is guilty of all. James, ii. 10. 
 
 AMIDST the royal race, see Nathan stand : 
 
 Fervent he seems to speak, and lifts his hand ; 
 
 His looks the emotion of his soul disclose, 
 
 And eloquence from every gesture flows. 
 
 Such, and so stern he came, ordained to bring 
 
 The ungrateful mandate to the guilty king : 
 
 When, at his dreadful voice, a sudden smart 
 
 Shot through the trembling monarch's conscious heart, 
 
 From his own lips condemned, severe decree, 
 
 Had his God proved as stern a Judge as he. 
 
 Bishop Lowth. 
 O, happy pair. 
 
 Lords of fair Eden's blooming range, where earth, 
 Benignant parent, from her verdant lap 
 Spontaneous pour'd immortal sweets, and gave 
 Whate'er could minister delight ! Too soon, 
 Alas, this scene was closed : behold them now, 
 So lately rich in happiness, and blessed 
 With converse of the Living God, o'erwhelmed 
 In misery, and tortured by the stings 
 Of conscious guilt. Samuel Huyes. 
 
 Guilt is a timorous thing, ere perpetration : 
 
 Despair alone makes guilty men be bold. Coleridge. 
 
 And oh, that pang, where more than madness lies ! 
 The worm that will not sleep, and never dies ; 
 Thought of the gloomy day, and ghastly night, 
 That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light : 
 That winds around, and tears the quivering heart, 
 Ah ! wherefore not consume it and depart ! Byron.
 
 274 GUILT. 
 
 Skeptic, whoe'er thou art, tell, if thou knowest, 
 
 Why every nation, every clime, though all 
 
 In laws, in rites, in manners disagree, 
 
 With one consent expect another world 
 
 Where wickedness shall weep? Why in each breast 
 
 Is placed a friendly monitor, that prompts, 
 
 Informs, directs, encourages, forbids ? 
 
 Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends, 
 
 Or joy on secret good P Why Conscience acts 
 
 With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain 
 
 Stands tottering on the precipice of death ? 
 
 Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul 
 
 Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps 
 
 Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires ? 
 
 Glynn. 
 
 Come and see a sad example ! 
 
 Look on my unquiet shade ; 
 Start not, sure 't is nought uncommon, 
 
 When the bones in dust are laid, 
 That the lonely restless spirit, 
 
 Whom a sense of guilt doth fill, 
 Walks the earth with ceaseless labour, 
 
 Seeking to undo the ill. 
 
 I was fond of place and power, 
 
 Grasped the wealth that was not mine, 
 Seized the friendless stranger's dwelling, 
 
 Left him in despair to pine. 
 Now, O where are all my riches ! 
 
 Come, the sad reverse behold, 
 For this gain my soul is bartered ; 
 
 Can a spirit's loss be told ? 
 
 Lopez de Mendoza (Spanish). 
 
 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, 
 O come, and spread your woes abroad ! 
 Divine compassion, mighty love, 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows 
 
 To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes ; 
 
 Pardon, and life, and endless peace ; 
 
 How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! Steele.
 
 HAPPINESS. 275 
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man ; so are children of 
 the youth. 
 
 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not 
 be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate. 
 Psalm exxvii. 4, 5. 
 
 Blessed is every one that feareth the Lord; that walketh in his 
 ways. 
 
 For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands : happy shall thou be, 
 and it shall be well with thee. Psalm cxxviii. 1, 2. 
 
 Behold we count them happy which endure. James, v. 11. 
 
 How happy is he born or taught, 
 
 That serveth not another's will ; 
 Whose armour is his honest thought, 
 
 And simple truth his highest skill ; 
 
 Whose passions not his masters are ; 
 
 Whose soul is still prepared for death ; 
 Not ty'd unto the world with care 
 
 Of princes' ear, or vulgar breath ; 
 
 Who hath his life from rumours freed ; 
 
 Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; 
 Whose state can neither flatterers feed, 
 
 Nor ruin make oppressors great ; 
 
 Who envies none whom chance doth raise, 
 
 Or vice ; who never understood 
 How deepest wounds are giv'n with praise, 
 
 Nor rules of state, but rules of good ; 
 
 Who God doth late and early pray 
 More of his grace than gifts to lend ; 
 
 And entertains the harmless day 
 With a chosen book, or friend. 
 
 This man is free from servile bands 
 
 Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; 
 Lord of himself, though not of lands, 
 
 And having nothing, yet hath all. 
 
 Sir Henry Wotton. 
 
 He is a happy man whose life, e'en now, 
 Shows somewhat of that happier life to come ; 
 Who, doomed to an obscure, but tranquil state, 
 Is pleased with it, and, were he free to choose,
 
 276 HAPPINESS. 
 
 Would make his fate his choice ; whom peace, the fruit 
 
 Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, 
 
 Prepare for happiness ; bespeak him one 
 
 Content indeed to sojourn while he must 
 
 Below the skies, but having there his home. 
 
 The world o'erlooks him in her busy search 
 
 Of objects more illustrious in her view ; 
 
 And, occupied as earnestly as she, 
 
 Though more sublimely, he o'erlooks the world. 
 
 She scorns his pleasures, for she knows them not ; 
 
 He seeks not hers, for he has proved them vain. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Happiness depends, as Nature shows, 
 
 Less on exterior things than most suppose. 
 
 Vigilant over all that He has made, 
 
 Kind Providence attends with gracious aid ; 
 
 Bids equity throughout His works prevail, 
 
 And weighs the nations in an even scale. Cowper. 
 
 Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, 
 
 Obedient passions, and a will resigned ; 
 
 For love, which scarce collective man can fill ; 
 
 For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill ; 
 
 For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, 
 
 Counts death kind nature's signal of retreat ; 
 
 These goods for man, the laws of Heaven ordain, 
 
 These goods He grants, who grants the power to gain j 
 
 With these, celestial wisdom calms the mind, 
 
 And makes the happiness she does not find. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Ambition searches all its sphere 
 Of pomp and state, to meet me there. 
 Increasing avarice would find 
 Thy presence on its gold enshrined. 
 The bold adventurer ploughs his way 
 Through rocks, amidst the foaming sea, 
 To gain thy love ; and then perceives, 
 Thou art not in the rocks and waves. 
 
 ****** 
 
 No real happiness is found 
 
 In trailing purple o'er the ground. Parnell.
 
 HAPPINESS. 277 
 
 How long, ye miserably blind, 
 Shall idle dreams engage your mind ; 
 How long the passions make their flight 
 At empty shadows of delight ? 
 No more in paths of error stray, 
 The Lord, thy Jesus, is the Way, 
 The Spring of happiness, and where 
 Should men seek happiness, but there ? 
 
 Parnell. 
 
 Consider man in every sphere, 
 Then tell me is your lot severe ? 
 'T is murmur, discontent, distrust, 
 That makes you wretched : God is just : 
 We 're born a restless, needy crew ; 
 Show me a happier man than you ? 
 
 When are we happiest then ? O, when resigned 
 
 To whatsoe'er our cup of life may brim ; 
 When we can know ourselves but weak and blind 
 
 Creatures of earth ; and trust alone in Him 
 Who giveth, in his mercy, joy or pain ; 
 
 Oh ! we are happiest then. 
 
 M. A. Brown. 
 
 Object of my first desire, 
 
 Jesus, crucified for me ! 
 All to happiness aspire, 
 
 Only to be found in thee ; 
 Thee to praise, and Thee to know, 
 Constitute our bliss below ! 
 Thee to see, and Thee to love, 
 Constitute our bliss above. Toplady. 
 
 True happiness is not the growth of earth, 
 
 The toil is fruitless if you seek it here ; 
 'T is an exotic of celestial birth, 
 
 And never blooms but in celestial air. 
 
 Sweet plant of Paradise ! thy seeds are sown 
 In here and there a mind of heavenly mould ; 
 
 It rises slow and blooms, but ne'er was known 
 
 To ripen here the climate it is too cold. Anon,
 
 278 HAPPINESS. 
 
 One morning in the month of May, 
 
 I wandered o'er the hill ; 
 Though nature all around was gay, 
 
 My heart was heavy still. 
 
 Can God, I thought, the good, the great, 
 
 These meaner creatures bless ; 
 And yet deny our human state 
 
 The boon of happiness ? 
 
 Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains. 
 
 Ye blessed birds around, 
 Where, in creation's wide domains. 
 
 Can perfect bliss be found ? 
 
 The birds wild carolled overhead, 
 
 The breeze around me blew, 
 And nature's awful chorus said, 
 
 No bliss for man she knew. 
 
 I questioned Love, whose early day 
 
 So heavenly bright appears ; 
 And Love in answer seemed to say 
 
 His light was dimmed by tears. 
 
 I questioned Friendship ; Friendship moaned, 
 
 And thus her answer gave ; 
 The friends whom fortune has not turned, 
 
 Were vanished in the grave. 
 
 I asked if Vice could bliss bestow ; 
 
 Vice boasted loud and well ; 
 But fading from her pallid brow. 
 
 The venomed roses fell. 
 
 I questioned Virtue ; Virtue sighed, 
 
 No boon could she dispense ; 
 Nor Virtue was her name she cried, 
 
 But humble Penitence. 
 
 I questioned Death ; the grisly shade 
 
 Relaxed his brow severe ; 
 And, "I am Happiness" he said 
 
 "If Virtue guides thee here!" Bishop Heber.
 
 279 
 
 HARVEST. 
 
 THE harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. 
 .leremiah, viii. 20. 
 
 Then saith he unto his disciples. The /tarvett truly is plenteous, but 
 the labourers are few; 
 
 Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth 
 labourers into his harvest. Matthew, ix. 37, 38. 
 
 The liarvest is the end of the world ; and the reapers are the angels. 
 -Matthew, xiii. 39. 
 
 LIFE hath its seasons : 
 And time, on a chariot of hours, 
 
 Eolls to eternity's gate 
 Adown a dim valley, where flowers, 
 
 Bereft of their beauty, 
 Lie, withered and scattered by fate. 
 
 Hearts have their harvests : 
 And sorrow goes after the reapers 
 To mildew the yellowing grain ; 
 
 While pity, in tears, 
 Stands watching the labouring weepers 
 Go reaping a harvest of pain. 
 
 Youth is the seed-time : 
 The season of sunshine and showers, 
 That nurtures the delicate germ 
 
 Which, in life's autumn, 
 Will bring to our bosom sweet flowers, 
 Or thorns and a cankering worm. 
 
 God is the harvest : 
 Whose sickle by mercy is wielded 
 Among the ripe grain and the tares : 
 
 Unto his garner 
 The sheaves of the gleaner are yielded 
 
 With harvest-home anthem and prayers. Anon. 
 
 Then glory to the steel 
 
 That shines in the reaper's hand ; 
 And thanks to God, who has bless'd the sod, 
 
 And crowns the harvest laud! Eliza Cook.
 
 280 HATBED. 
 
 HATEED. 
 
 LET God arise, let his enemies be scattered : let them also that 
 hate him flee before him. Psalm Ixviii. 1. 
 
 ffatred stirreth up strifes : but love covereth all sins. Proverbs. 
 x. 12. 
 
 He that hateth dissembleth with his lips, and layeth up deceit 
 within him. Proverbs, xxvi. 24. 
 
 Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in tin- 
 gate. Amos, v. 16. 
 
 He that hateth me hateth my Father also. John. xv. '2'.'. 
 
 I THLL thee not the burning thunderbolt, 
 When its fierce brow is lit in blasting flames, 
 Stooping from its red chariot to sweep 
 The earth, its angry voice is pealing o'er, 
 Is half so deadly, or so sure as hate. 
 Promethean hate ! that can make cowards bold ; 
 Where he pursues it is in vain to flee ; 
 Where his form comes, a blight is on the earth ; 
 Where his hand strikes, life passeth, or is cursed ; 
 Where his eye glances, there despair comes down ; 
 Where his breath falls, all mercy vanisheth. 
 
 Constantia L. BeddelJ. 
 
 Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never 
 
 stirreth, 
 But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve 
 
 out evil. 
 Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the 
 
 just, 
 The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the 
 
 prerogatives of virtue ; 
 But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the 
 
 bad man's breast, 
 
 A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate. 
 Hatred would harm another; anger would indulge itself: 
 Hatred is a simmering poison ; anger, the opening of 
 
 the valve ; 
 Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tree ; anger smiteth MS 
 
 a staff; 
 Hatred is the atmosphere of hell, but anger is known 
 
 in heaven. Martin F. Tapper.
 
 HEAD. 281 
 
 HEAD. 
 
 THK hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of 
 righteousness. Proverbs, xvi. 81. 
 
 Even to your old age I am he ; and even to hoar hairs will I carry 
 yon : I have made, and I will bear ; even I will carry, and will deliver 
 yon. Isaiah, xlvi. 4. 
 
 The very hairs of your head are all numbered. Matthew, x. 30. 
 
 THESE hairs of age are messengers, 
 Which bid me fast, repent, and pray ; 
 
 They be of death the harbingers, 
 
 That doth prepare and dress the way ; 
 
 Wherefore, I joy that you may see 
 
 Upon my head such hairs to be. 
 
 They be the lines that lead the length 
 
 How far my race was for to run ; 
 They say my youth is fled with strength, 
 
 And how old age is well begun ; 
 The which I feel, and you may see 
 Such lines upon my head to be. 
 
 They be the strings of sober sound, 
 
 Whose music is harmonical ; 
 Their tunes declare a time from ground 
 
 I came, and how thereto I shall ; 
 Wherefore I love, that you may see 
 Upon my head such hairs to be. 
 
 God grant to those that white hairs have, 
 
 No worse them take than I have meant ; 
 That after they be laid in grave, 
 
 Their souls may joy, their lives well spent; 
 God grant, likewise, that you may see 
 Upon my head such hairs to be. 
 
 Lord Vaux. 
 Head of the church triumphant, 
 
 We joyfully adore thee ! 
 Till thou appear, Thy members here, 
 
 Shall sing like those in glory. 
 
 We lift our hands and voices, 
 
 With blest anticipation, 
 And cry aloud, and give to God 
 
 The praise of our salvation. De Courcey.
 
 282 HEALING. 
 
 HEALING. 
 
 HEAL me, O Lord, and I shall be healed ; save me, and I shall be 
 saved : for Thou art my praise. Jeremiah, xvii. 14. 
 
 But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness 
 arise with healing in his wings ; and ye shall go forth, and grow uj> 
 as calves of the stall. Malachi, iv. 2. 
 
 And when Jesus was entered into Capernaum, there came unto Him 
 a centurian, beseeching Him, 
 
 And saying, Lord, my servant lieth at home sick of the palsy, 
 grievously tormented. 
 
 And Jesus saith unto him, I will come and heal him. Matthew, viii. 
 5, 6, 7. 
 
 Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep-market a pool, which is 
 called in the Hebrew tongue Bethesda, having five porches. 
 
 In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, of blind, halt, 
 withered, waiting for the moving of the water. 
 
 For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and 
 troubled the water : whosoever then first after the troubling of the 
 water stepped in, was made whole of whatsoever disease he had. 
 John, v. 2, 3, 4. 
 
 ABOUND Bethesda's healing wave, 
 
 Waiting to hear the rustling wing 
 Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave 
 
 Its virtues to the holy spring, 
 With earnest, fixed solicitude, 
 Were seen the afflicted multitude. 
 
 Among them there was one whose eye 
 Had often seen the waters stirred ; 
 
 Whose heart had often heaved the sigh 
 The bitter sigh of hope deferred ; 
 
 Beholding, while he suffered on, 
 
 The healing virtue giv'n and gone ; 
 
 No pow'r had he ; no friendly aid 
 To him the timely succour brought ; 
 
 But while his coming he delayed, 
 Another won the boon he sought ; 
 
 Until the Saviour's love was shown, 
 
 Which healed him by a word alone. 
 
 Bethesda's pool has lost its power ! 
 
 No angel, by his glad descent, 
 Dispenses that diviner dower 
 
 Which, with its healing waters, went ; 
 But He, whose word surpassed its wave, 
 Is still omnipotent to save. B. Barton.
 
 HEALING. 283 
 
 Oh ! Thou who driest the mourner's tear, 
 
 How dark this world would be, 
 If, when deceived, and wounded here, 
 
 We could not fly to Thee ! 
 
 The friends who in our sunshine live, 
 
 When winter comes are flown, 
 And he who has but tears to give, 
 
 May weep those tears alone. 
 
 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, 
 
 Which like the plants that throw 
 Their fragrance from the wounded part, 
 
 Breathe sweetness out of woe. Moore, 
 
 Dread Omnipotence alone, 
 
 Can heal the wound He gave ; 
 Can point the brim-full, grief-worn eyes, 
 
 To scenes beyond the grave. Burns. 
 
 Thus ever in the steps of grief, 
 
 Are sown the precious seeds of joy ; 
 Each fount of Marah hath a leaf, 
 
 Whose healing balm we may employ. 
 Then, 'mid life's fitful, fleeting day, 
 
 Look up ! the sky is bright above ! 
 Kind voices cheer thee on thy way! 
 
 Faint spirit ! trust the God of Love ! 
 
 Miss A. D. Woodbridge. 
 
 Heal me, for my flesh is weak ; 
 
 Heal me, for thy grace I seek ; 
 
 This my only plea I make, 
 
 Heal me for thy mercy's sake. Lyte. 
 
 Thou cam'st with healing on thy wings, 
 
 Oh, gentle gale of spring ! 
 Like one that some sweet message brings 
 
 Of hope and comforting ; 
 So with a power to heal the smart 
 Of sin, comes grace unto the heart. Egone.
 
 284 HEALTH. 
 
 HEALTH. 
 
 WHY art thou cast down, O my soul ? and why art thou disquieted 
 within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Him, who is 
 the health of my countenance, and my God. Psalm xlii. 11. 
 
 Pleasant words are as an honey-comb, sweet to the soul, and 
 health to the bones. Proverbs, xvi. 24. 
 
 Is there no balm in Gilead ? is there no physician there ? why then 
 is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered? Jeremiah, 
 viii. 22. 
 
 I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, 
 saith the Lord. Jeremiah, xxx. 17. 
 
 HEALTH, brightest visitant from heaven, 
 
 Grant me with thee to rest ! 
 For the short term by nature given, 
 
 Be thou my constant guest ! 
 For all the pride that wealth bestows, 
 The pleasure that from children flows, 
 Whate'er we court in regal state 
 That makes men covet to be great ; 
 
 Whatever sweets we hope to find 
 
 In Love's delightful snare ; 
 Whatever good by Heaven assigned, 
 
 Whatever pause from care : 
 All flourish at thy smile divine ; 
 The spring of loveliness is thine, 
 And every joy that warms our hearts, 
 With thee approaches and departs. 
 
 Bland, from Alciphron. 
 
 Slow wand'ring on the margin of the deep, 
 
 I breathe the cheering gale of health once more ; 
 
 And see the billows gently dash the steep, 
 That rears its bold head on the sandy shore. 
 
 Fresh looks the landscape with the dews of dawn ; 
 
 A bluish mist swims o'er the softened grove ; 
 The wanton deer bound lightly o'er the lawn, 
 
 And every copse resounds with notes of love. 
 
 The village-clocks proclaim the passing hour ; 
 
 The tall spires glitter to the early sun ; 
 The ploughman, whistling, quits his low-roofed bow'r, 
 
 And now his peaceful labour is begun.
 
 HEALTH. 285 
 
 Yet not this ocean, cheered with many a sail, 
 NOT all these rural sounds, and pastures fair, 
 
 To solace worn disease could aught avail, 
 Or from his bosom chase the clouds of care. 
 
 The merry morn no rapture could impart, 
 
 Nor converse sweet of friends his hours beguile ; 
 
 In vain could beauty warm his aching heart, 
 Or on his cold-wan cheek awake a smile. 
 
 Yet oft we slight thy worth, O, blessed Health ! 
 
 Poor mortals as we are, till thou art flown ; 
 And thy sweet joys, more dear than fame or wealth, 
 
 Touch not our hearts, but pass unfelt, unknown. 
 
 The joys, without whose aid whate'er of blest, 
 Or great, or fair, the heavens to man ordain, 
 
 Is dull and tasteless to the unthankful breast, 
 Love loveless, youth old age, and pleasure pain. 
 
 Rev. JE. Hamley. 
 
 What is life ? like a flower, with the bane in its bosom, 
 
 To-day, full of promise, to-morrow it dies ! 
 And health like the dewdrop that hung on its blossom, 
 
 Survives but a night, and exhales to the skies : 
 How oft 'neath the bud that is brightest and fairest, 
 
 The seeds of the canker in embryo lurk! 
 How oft at the root of the flower that is rarest, 
 
 Secure in its ambush the worm is at work ! 
 
 Dr. W. Seattie. 
 
 Green pastures and clear streams. 
 
 Freedom and quiet rest, 
 Christ's flock enjoy beneath his beams, 
 
 Or in his shadow, blest. 
 
 The mountain and the vale, 
 
 Forest and field they range ; 
 The morning dew, the evening gale, 
 
 Bring health ev'ry change. 
 
 The wounded and the weak 
 
 He comforts, heals, and binds ; 
 The lost he came from heaven to seek, 
 
 And saves them when he finds. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 286 HEAHING. 
 
 HEARING. 
 
 HEAR thou in heaven thy dwelling-place: and when thon hearest, 
 forgive. I. Kings, viii. 30. 
 
 They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear ; which will not 
 hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely. Psalm 
 Iviii. 4, 5. 
 
 He that planted the ear, shall he not hear I Psalm xciv. 9. 
 Incline thine ear unto wisdom. Proverbs, ii. 2. 
 
 The ear that heareth the reproof of life abideth among the wise. 
 Proverbs, xv. 31. 
 
 The hearing ear, and the seeing eye, the Lord hath made even both 
 of them. Proverbs, xx. 12. 
 
 Take heed what ye hear. Mark, iv. 24. 
 
 Take heed therefore how ye hear. Luke, viii. 18. 
 
 THIS is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense ; 
 
 For even the ears of such as have no skill, 
 Perceive a discord, and conceive offence ; 
 
 And knowing not what 's good, yet find the ill. 
 And though this sense first gentle music sound, 
 
 Her proper object is the speech of men ; 
 But that speech, chiefly, which God's heralds sound, 
 
 When their tongues utter what His spirit did pen. 
 
 Sir John Davies. 
 
 As Thou hast touched our ears, and taught 
 Our tongues to speak Thy praises plain, 
 
 Quell Thou each thankless, godless thought 
 That would make fast our bonds again. 
 
 From worldly strife, from mirth unblest, 
 
 Drowning Thy music in the breast, 
 
 From foul reproach, from thrilling fears, 
 
 Preserve, good Lord, Thy servants' ears. 
 
 From idle words that restless throng, 
 
 And haunt our hearts when we would pray, 
 
 From pride's false chime, and jarring wrong, 
 Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way : 
 
 For thou hast sworn that every ear 
 
 Willing, or loath, Thy trump shall hear, 
 
 And every tongue unchained be, 
 
 To own no hope, O God, but Thee. Keble.
 
 HEART. 287 
 
 HEAKT. 
 
 THE hypocrites in heart heap up wrath. Job, xxxvi. 13. 
 
 The heart knoweth his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not 
 intermeddle with his joy. Proverbs, xiv. 10. 
 
 The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked : who 
 can know it 'i Jeremiah, xvii. 9. 
 
 A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within 
 yon : and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I 
 will give you an heart of flesh. Ezekiel, xxxvi. 26. 
 
 Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. Matthew 
 v. 8. 
 
 A good man, out of the good treasure of his heart, bringeth forth 
 that which is good ; and an evil man, out of the evil treasure of his 
 heart, bringeth forth that which is evil : for of the abundance of the 
 heart his mouth speaketh. Luke, vi. 45. 
 
 Hope maketh not ashamed, because the love of God is shed abroad 
 in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. Romans, 
 v. a. 
 
 With the heart man believeth unto righteousness. Romans, x. 10. 
 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith. Ephesians, iii. 17. 
 
 I CAEE not, so my kernel relish well, 
 
 How slender be the substance of my shell ; 
 
 My heart being virtuous, let my face be wan, 
 
 I am to God, I only seem to man. Quarles. 
 
 So now the soul 's sublimed, her sour desires 
 
 Are re-calcined in Heaven's well-tempered fires ; 
 
 The heart restored, and purged from drossy nature, 
 
 Now finds the freedom of a new-born creature ; 
 
 It lives another life, it breathes new breath, 
 
 It neither fears nor feels the sting of death. Quarles. 
 
 Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but Himself 
 That hideous sight a naked, human heart. Young. 
 
 The Almighty, from His throne, on earth surveys 
 
 Naught greater than an honest, humble heart ; 
 
 An humble heart, His residence ! pronounced 
 
 His second seat, and rival to the skies. Young. 
 
 Wash, Lord, and purify my heart, 
 And make it clean in every part, 
 And when 't is clean, Lord, keep it too, 
 For that is more than I can do. 
 
 Thomas Ellwood.
 
 288 HEART. 
 
 A temple of the Holy Ghost, and yet 
 
 Oft lodging fiends ; the dwelling-place of all 
 
 The heavenly virtues charity and truth, 
 
 Humility, and holiness, and love 
 
 And yet the common haunt of anger, pride, 
 
 Hatred, revenge, and passions foul with lust ; 
 
 Allied to heaven, yet parleying oft with hell. 
 
 PoUolc. 
 
 Consider well. The heart is a deceiver, 
 O, paltering with it, in some double sense, 
 Thou 'st shunned, perhaps, the word that would 
 
 condemn thee, 
 E'en while thy will was partner in the crime. 
 
 Schiller. 
 
 Thou too, my heart, whom He, and He alone, 
 Who all things knows, can know, with love replete, 
 Regenerate and pure, pour all thyself 
 A living sacrifice before His throne ! 
 
 Christopher Smart. 
 
 Walk in the light ! and sin, abhorred, 
 
 Shall ne'er defile again ; 
 The blood of Jesus Christ, the Lord, 
 
 Shall cleanse from every stain. 
 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find 
 
 Thy heart made truly His, 
 Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
 
 In whom no darkness is. Bernard Tlartov. 
 
 All our actions take 
 
 Their hues from the complexion of the heart, 
 As landscapes their variety from light. 
 
 William Thompson Bacon. 
 
 Would'st thou the life of souls discern P 
 
 Nor human wisdom nor divine 
 Helps thee by aught beside to learn ; 
 
 Love is life's only sign. 
 The spring of the regenerate heart, 
 The pulse, the glow of every part, 
 Is the true love of Christ our Lord, 
 As man embraced, as God adored. Keble.
 
 280 
 
 HEAVEN HEAVENS. 
 
 Tin: Ifareiu declare the glory of God. Psalm xix. 1. 
 
 All the host of hi-umi -tli-ill be dissolved, and the heavens shall be 
 rolled' together as a scroll : and all their host shall fall down, as the 
 leaf falleth off from the vine, and as a falling fig from the fig tree. 
 
 -Isiiiih, xxxiv. 4. 
 
 L;r iij) for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor 
 rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal; 
 
 For where your treasure is there will your heart be also. Matthew, 
 vi. >(), 21. 
 
 For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were 
 di>*olved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, 
 otcmal in the heaven*. II. Corinthians, v. 1. 
 
 An inheritance incorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not 
 awiiy, reserved in heaven. I. Peter, i. 4. 
 
 \\V. according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new 
 earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness. II. Peter, iii. 13. 
 
 IN having all things, and not Thee, what have I? 
 
 Not having Thee, what have my labours got ? 
 Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I ? 
 
 And having Thee alone, what have I not ? 
 I wish not sea nor land ; nor would I be 
 Possessed of Heaven, Heaven unpossessed of Thee. 
 
 Quarles. 
 
 Shall we serve heaven 
 With less respect than we do minister 
 To our gross selves ? Shakspere. 
 
 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, 
 Rich in thy seven-fold energy ! 
 Thou strength of his Almighty hand, 
 Whose power does heaven and earth command. 
 
 Dryden, 
 
 Inquirer cease, petitions yet remain, 
 Which heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain. 
 * * * * * * 
 
 Still raise for good the supplicated voice, 
 But leave to heaven the measure and the choice. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Heaven 's the perfection of all that can 
 Be said or thought, riches, delight, or harmony, 
 Health, beauty ; and all these not subject to 
 The waste of time, but in their height eternal. 
 
 Shirley. 
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 290 HEAVEN. 
 
 Heav'n is a great way off', and I shall be 
 
 Ten thousand years in travel, yet 't were happy 
 
 If I may find a lodging there at last, 
 
 Though my poor soul get thither upon crutches. 
 
 Shirley. 
 
 I sat, one day, upon a stone, 
 
 'Rapt in a musing fit, alone, 
 
 And resting on my hand my head, 
 
 Thus to myself, in thought, I said 
 
 " How in these times of care and strife, 
 
 Shall I direct my fleeting life ? 
 
 Three precious jewels I require 
 
 To satisfy my heart's desire : 
 
 The first is honour, bright and clear ; 
 
 The next is wealth ; but (far more dear !) 
 
 The third is Heaven 's approving smile." 
 
 Then, after I had mused awhile, 
 
 I saw that it was vain to pine 
 
 For these three pearls in one small shrine ; 
 
 To find within one heart a place 
 
 For honour, wealth, and heavenly grace, 
 
 For how can one, in days like these, 
 
 Heaven and the world together please ? 
 
 Gostick, from Walter Von Der Vogekceide. 
 
 As through the artist's intervening lass 
 
 Our eye observes the distant planets pass, 
 
 A little we discover, but allow 
 
 That more remains unseen than art can show : 
 
 So whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, 
 
 (Its feeble eye intent on things above,) 
 
 High as we may we lift our reason up, 
 
 By Faith directed, and confirmed by Hope : 
 
 Yet we are able only to survey 
 
 Dawnings of beams, and promises of day. 
 
 Heaven s fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight ; 
 
 Too great its swiftness, and too strong its light : 
 
 But soon the 'mediate clouds shall be dispelled ; 
 
 The sun shall then be face to face beheld, 
 
 In all his robes, with all his glory on, 
 
 Seated sublime on his meridian throne. 
 
 Prior.
 
 HEAVEN. 291 
 
 Friends, even in Heaven, one happiness would miss, 
 Should they not know each other when in bliss. 
 
 Bishop Ken. 
 
 All hail ! all hail ! resplendent vault, so wondrously 
 
 display'd, 
 Abyss, where the Eternal's hand the scattered scene 
 
 array'd ; 
 He gave them light ; His mighty hand suspended them 
 
 alone ; 
 And ever from the chilling north, to India's sultry 
 
 zone, 
 
 In every region of the west, and isle of southern sea, 
 All raise, Oh! glorious firmanent, their sunpliant 
 
 glance to thee ! 
 
 Vast sea of air, with countless gems, I love on thee 
 to gaze ! 
 
 Oh empyreal space! Oh stars! I love your softened 
 rays ; 
 
 Mysterious torches ; ye have made the universe so 
 bright ! 
 
 Yet from this temple far above, ye bring your bor- 
 rowed light ! 
 
 What rapture fills thy spirit, borne on contemplation's 
 wing, 
 
 What charms, oh, beauteous canopy ! thy varied aspects 
 
 bring. 
 From the French of Anna H. P. Le Chatelain. 
 
 This world is all a fleeting show, 
 
 For man's illusion given ; 
 The smiles of joy, the tears of woe 
 Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, 
 
 There 's nothing true but heaven. 
 
 And false the light on glory's plume, 
 
 As fading hues of even, 
 And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, 
 Are blossoms gathered for the tomb : 
 
 There 's nothing bright but heaven. 
 
 Moore.
 
 292 HEAVEN. 
 
 To live in darkness in despair to die 
 Is this indeed the boon to mortals given ? 
 
 Is there no port no rock of refuge nigh ? 
 
 There is to those who fix their anchor-hope in heaven. 
 
 Turn then, O man ! and cast all else aside ; 
 
 Direct thy wandering thoughts to things above 
 Low at the cross bow down in that confide, 
 
 Till doubt be lost in faith, and bliss secured in love. 
 
 C. C. Colton. 
 
 The world, in all its boasted grandeur proud, 
 
 In all its stores of dazzling splendour bright, 
 Is but a transient, unsubstantial cloud, 
 
 Which the sun skirts with momentary light : 
 Anon, the assailing winds impetuous rise, 
 
 Black lowers the tempest in the sullen sky ; 
 Before the driving blast the vision dies, 
 
 And all the vivid tints of splendour fly : 
 Pass but a moment, every ray is gone : 
 Nor e'en a vestige left where the bright glories shone. 
 
 And shall we, for this visionary gleam, 
 
 Degenerate, swerve from Heavens immortal plan ? 
 Give up, for vanity's light airy dream, 
 
 The nobler heritage reserved for man P 
 Though rocks their cragged heads in ambush hide, 
 
 Though storms and tempests sweep the angry main, 
 While Hope's fair star shines forth, auspicious guide, 
 
 E'en tempests, storms, and rocks oppose in vain. 
 Safe, 'mid the ocean's iterated force, 
 The sacred vessel shapes her Heaven-directed course. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 To mourning wanderers given ; 
 There is a tear for souls distrest, 
 A balm for every wounded breast, 
 'T is found above in heaven ! 
 
 There is a soft, a downy bed, 
 
 'T is fair as breath of even ; 
 A couch for weary mortals spread, 
 Where they may rest their aching head, 
 
 And find repose in heaven ! Anon.
 
 HELL. 293 
 
 HELL. 
 
 THE wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget 
 God. Psalm ix. 17. 
 
 I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear : Fear him, which after he 
 hath killed hath power to cast into hell. Luke, xii. 5. 
 
 God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, 
 and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto 
 judgment. II. Peter, ii. 4. 
 
 DIVINES and dying men may talk of hell, 
 But in my heart her several torments dwell. 
 
 Shaksjpere. 
 
 Sell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire 
 Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain. Milton. 
 
 Which way shall I fly, 
 Infinite wrath and infinite despair ? 
 Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell -, 
 And in the lowest deep, a lower deep 
 Still threatening to devour me opens wide, 
 To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Milton. 
 
 Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed 
 In one self place ; but where we are is hell; 
 And where hell is, there must we ever be ; 
 And, to be short, when all the world dissolves, 
 And every creature shall be purified, 
 All places shall be hell that are not heaven. 
 
 Marlowe. 
 
 Will without power, the element of hell, 
 Abortive all its acts returning still 
 
 Upon itself; oh ! anguish terrible ! 
 
 Meet guerdon of self-love, its proper ill ! 
 
 Malice would scowl upon the foe he fears ; 
 
 And he with lip of scorn would seek to kill ; 
 
 But neither sees the other, neither hears 
 
 For darkness each in his own dungeon bars, 
 
 Lust pines for dearth, and grief drinks its own tears 
 
 Each in its solitude apart. Hate wars 
 
 Against himself, and feeds upon his chain, 
 
 Whose iron penetrates the soul it scars,
 
 294 HELL. 
 
 A dreadful solitude each mind insane, 
 Each its own place, its prison all alone, 
 And finds no sympathy to soften pain. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 
 I 11 tell thee what is hell thy memory 
 Still mountained up with records of the past, 
 Heap over heap, all accents and all forms, 
 Telling the tale of joy and innocence, 
 And hope, and peace, and love ; recording, too, 
 With stern fidelity, the thousand wrongs 
 Worked upon weakness and defencelessness ; 
 The blest occasions trifled o'er or spurned ; 
 All that hath been that ought not to have been, 
 That might have been so different, that now 
 Cannot but be irrevocably past ! 
 
 Thy gangrened heart, 
 
 Stripped of its self- worn mask, and spread at last 
 Bare, in its horrible anatomy, 
 Before thine own excruciated gaze ! D. P. Starkey. 
 
 The day 
 
 Will come, when virtue from the cloud shall burst, 
 That long obscured her beams ; when sin shall fly 
 Back to her native hell ; there sink eclipsed 
 In 'penal darkness, where nor star shall rise, 
 Nor ever sunshine pierce the impervious gloom. 
 
 Glynn. 
 
 In the human breast there dwell 
 
 Warring passions fierce and dark, 
 Making of their home a hell, 
 Of the soul a driving bark 
 On a wild tempestuous sea, 
 Till too oft 't is wrecked and driven 
 Far away, far away ! 
 Hear the pitying angels say 
 Soul so lost, and tempest-tost, 
 Upon hell and death's bleak coast, 
 Far away from heaven ! Egone.
 
 295 
 
 HELP. 
 
 AND the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be 
 alone : I will make him an help meet for him. Genesis, ii. 18. 
 
 God is our refu.se and strength, a very present help in trouble. 
 Psalm xlvi. 1. 
 
 Give us /iclji from trouble : for vain is the help of man. Psalm 
 IK. 11. 
 
 Our /telji is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth 
 Psalm cxxiv. 8. 
 
 WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene ? 
 
 Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ? 
 Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between : 
 
 Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms. 
 Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? 
 
 Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? 
 For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms : 
 
 I tremble to approach an angry God, 
 And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod. 
 
 Fain would I say, "Forgive my foul offence! " 
 
 Fain promise never more to disobey ; 
 But should my Author health again dispense, 
 
 Again I might desert from virtue's way : 
 Again in folly's path might go astray ; 
 
 Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; 
 Then how should I for Heav'nly mercy pray, 
 
 Who act so counter Heav'nly mercy's plan ? 
 Who sin so oft have mourn'd : yet to temptation ran. 
 
 O thou great governor of all below ! 
 
 If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, 
 Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow, 
 
 Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; 
 With that controlling power assist ev'n me, 
 
 Those headlong furious passions to confine, 
 For all unfit I feel my powers to be, 
 
 To rule- their torrent in th' allowed line ; 
 O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine ! 
 
 Burns. 
 God, my supporter and my hope, 
 
 My help for ever near, 
 Thine arm of mercy held ine up, 
 
 When sinking in despair. Watts.
 
 296 HILLS. 
 
 HILLS. 
 
 THE chief things of the ancient mountains, and for the precious 
 things of the lasting hills. Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 1">. 
 
 The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the 
 presence of the Lord of the whole earth. Psalm xcvii. 5. 
 
 For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but in\ 
 kindness shall not depart from thee, saith the Lord that hatli 
 on thee. Isaiah, liv. 10. 
 
 Then shall they begin to say to the mountains, Fall on us ; and 
 to the hills, cover us. Luke, xxiii. :;<). 
 
 OH ! my heart panteth to be far away, 
 
 Amid the hills the everlasting hills ; 
 
 For in my dreams last night a thousand rills 
 
 And mountain torrents held resistless sway 
 
 O'er my hush'd spirit ; and the silent play 
 
 Of golden lights and gleamy shadowings 
 
 Chequer'd my veiled eyes, like seraphs' wings, 
 
 That fan the crimson light of fading day. 
 
 I woke : the hum of traffic, and the din 
 
 Of mercenary crowds, fill'd the calm air : 
 
 I heard the voice of mendicant despair 
 
 Echo the hollow laugh of reckless sin ; 
 
 And love was not, nor peace. Oh ! let me win 
 
 The hills, the eternal hills for peace dwells there ! 
 
 R. F. Housman. 
 
 Oh ! ye time-honoured hills, 
 The ancient, the immortal is it not 
 A high-born privilege ne'er to be forgot, 
 
 To feel none of earth's ills ? 
 
 Sublime are ye as heaven ! 
 
 Though bleak, not barren ; silent, yet not dumb, 
 From outgone shadows health and music come, 
 
 And thronging thoughts are given ! 
 
 Not worthless is your aim, 
 To stand from age to age, from hour to hour, 
 The Almighty's temple, token of his power, 
 
 And record of His name. 
 
 W. Anderson.
 
 HILLS. 297 
 
 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 
 
 Our God, our fathers' God ! 
 Thou hast made the children mighty, 
 
 By the touch of the mountain sod. 
 Thou hast fix'd our arch of refuge 
 
 Where the spoilers foot ne'er trod ; 
 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 
 
 Our God, our fathers' God. 
 
 We are watchers of a beacon 
 
 Whose lights must never die ; 
 We are guardians of an altar 
 
 'Midst the silence of the sky ; 
 The rocks yield founts of courage, 
 
 Struck forth as by thy rod ; 
 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 
 
 Our God, our fathers' God. 
 
 For the dark resounding heavens, 
 
 Where thy still small voice is heard, 
 For the strong pines of the forests, 
 
 That by thy breath are stirr'd ; 
 For the storms on whose free pinions 
 
 Thy spirit walks abroad ; 
 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 
 
 Our God, our fathers' God. 
 
 The royal eagle darteth 
 
 On his quarry from the heights, 
 And the stag that knows no master 
 
 Seeks there his wild delights ; 
 But we for thy communion 
 
 Have sought the mountain sod ; 
 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 
 
 Our God, our fathers' God ! Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 Look up, my soul, toward the eternal hills ; 
 Those heavens are fairer than they seem, 
 There pleasures all sincere glide in its crystal rills. 
 There not a dreg of guilt defiles, 
 Nor guilt disturbs the stream : 
 There is no cursed soil, no tainted spring, 
 No roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting. 
 
 Watts.
 
 HOLINESS. 
 
 HOLINESS. 
 
 THOU art holy, thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. IVulni 
 xxii. 3. 
 
 Holiness becometh thiiK' linuse, O Lord, for ever. Psalm xciii. 5. 
 
 Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man 
 shall see the Lord. Hebrews, xii. 14. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty, which was. and is, and is to 
 come. Revelations, iv. x. 
 
 THKICE holy fount, thrice holy fire, 
 
 Our hearts with heavenly love inspire. Dryden. 
 
 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, 
 
 The sun of Holiness shall shine. H. K. White. 
 
 Lord, be it mine, like Thine elect, to choose 
 The better part ; like them to use 
 
 The means Thy love hath given ; 
 Be holiness my aim on earth ; 
 That death be welcom'd as a birth 
 
 To life and bliss in heaven. Bishop KTant. 
 
 Not all the pomp and pageantry of worlds 
 
 Reflect such glory on the eye supreme, 
 
 As the meek virtues of one holy man ; 
 
 For ever doth his angel, from the face 
 
 Divine, beatitude and wisdom draw ; 
 
 And in his prayer, what privilege adored ! 
 
 Mounting the heavens, and claiming audience there; 
 
 Yes! there, amid a high, immortal host 
 
 Of seraphs, hymning in eternal choir, 
 
 A lip of flay its orisons can send, 
 
 In temple, or in solitude outbreathed. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Ascribe ye holiness unto the Lord; 
 
 Not unto man, for he is never holy : 
 
 The best of men, who walketh in the light 
 
 Of a clear conscience, may not claim that title 
 
 That high distinction, only fit for those 
 
 Who dwell with Him the fount of holiness ! 
 
 Egone.
 
 HOME. 299 
 
 HOME. 
 
 MAX iroeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets. 
 Ecclesiastes, xii. 5. 
 
 AnU another also said. Lord, I will follow thee ; but let me first go 
 bid them farewell, which are at home at my house. - Luke, ix. 61. 
 
 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at 
 liH/ni- in the body, we are absent from the Lord. II. Corinthians, 
 v. 6. 
 
 DEATH is, no doubt, in every place the same ; 
 Yet nature casts a look towards home, and most, 
 Who have it in their power, choose to expire 
 Where first they drew their breath. Lillo. 
 
 'T was early day, and sunlight streamed 
 
 Soft through a quiet room, 
 That hushed, but not forsaken seemed. 
 
 Still, but with nought of gloom. 
 
 For there, secure in happy age, 
 
 Whose hope is from above, 
 A father communed with the page 
 
 Of heaven-recorded love. 
 
 Pure fell the beam and meekly bright 
 
 On his gray holy hair, 
 And touched the book with tenderest light, 
 
 As if its phrine were there. 
 
 But, oh, that patriarch's aspect shone 
 
 With something lovelier far ; 
 A radiance all the spirit's own, 
 
 Caught not from sun or star. 
 
 Some word of life e'en then had met 
 
 His calm benignant eye, 
 Some ancient promise breathing yet 
 
 Of immortality. 
 
 Some heart's deep language, where the glow 
 
 Of quenchless faith survives ; 
 For every feature said, "I know 
 
 That my Redeemer lives."
 
 300 HOME. 
 
 And silent stood his children by, 
 
 Hushing their very breath, 
 Before the solemn sanctity 
 
 Of thoughts o'ersweeping death. 
 
 Silent, yet did not each young heart 
 
 With love and reverence melt ; 
 Oh blest be those fair girls, and blest 
 
 That home where God is felt. Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 Sweet is the smile of home ; the mutual look 
 
 When hearts are of each other sure ; 
 Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, 
 
 The haunt of all affections pure ; 
 Yet in the world even these abide, and we 
 
 Above the world, our calling boast : 
 Once gain the mountain-top, and thou art free ; 
 
 Till then, who rest, presume ; who turn to look, are 
 lost. Keble. 
 
 Yes, let the future smile or mourn, 
 
 To us a glorious place is given, 
 With the great church of the first-born, 
 
 Whose names are registered in heaven. 
 
 Beyond the bounds of time's expansion, 
 Where change and sorrow cannot come, 
 
 We 're journeying to the promised mansion, 
 Made ready in our Father's home. 
 
 Friends, kindred, loving and beloved, 
 
 That wont on earth our lot to cheer, 
 Thither are, one by one removed, 
 
 And we shall find them settled there. 
 
 Enough ! though sin, and pain, and death, 
 
 This transitory world infest, 
 They who attain to Abraham's faith, 
 
 Shall be with faithful Abraham blest. Hankinson. 
 
 Our God, to call us homeward, 
 
 His only Son sent down; 
 And now, still more to tempt our hearts, 
 
 Has taken up our own. Thomas Ward.
 
 HOME. 301 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 
 
 From lips of gentleness and grace. 
 When listening thousands gathered round, 
 
 And joy and reverence filled the place. 
 
 From heaven He came of heaven He spoke, 
 
 To heaven He led his followers' way ; 
 Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, 
 
 Unveiling an immortal day. 
 
 'Come wanderers to my Father's home. 
 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !" 
 Yes, sacred Teacher. we will come 
 
 Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. Bowring. 
 
 Home of the Christian ! when Messiah comes 
 A scene of Heaven in miniature art thou, 
 Where all is redolent of charms divine, 
 Temper renewed, and souls of grave becalmed. 
 Thy quiet precincts of a purer world 
 Breathe to the heart of faith, and, when compared 
 With what the worldling in his home enjoys. 
 E'en like the vexing hum of some large street, 
 Where all is haste and hurry, tramp and strife, 
 In contrast with the unpolluted calm 
 Of some cathedral, when a spirit's hush 
 Hath brooded seems that worldlings' noisy hour. 
 
 R, Montgomery. 
 
 How sweet, how consoling, when seasons of gloom 
 
 Roll over the soul like the billowy spray, 
 To view in the mansions of Heaven a home, 
 Where sorrow and sighing shall vanish away. 
 
 W. J. Brock. 
 
 And in our home above there is a friend, 
 More tender, true, more loving and sincere, 
 Who knows each want, and every help will lend 
 Our souls, through this world's misery to steer ; 
 In danger's path is present, ever near, 
 Allures to brighter worlds, hath cleared the way, 
 Will wipe from every cheek the sinner's tear, 
 Deigns in our hearts to claim a peaceful sway, 
 And leads us to our homes in realms of endless day. 
 
 Stuart Farquliarson.
 
 302 HONESTY. 
 
 HONESTY. 
 
 LET us walk honestly, as in the day. Romans, xiii. la. 
 
 Study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with 
 your own hands, as we commanded you ; 
 
 That ye may walk honestly toward them that are without, and that 
 ye may have lack of nothing. I. Thessalonians, iv. 11, 12. 
 
 Pray for us : for we trust we have a good conscience, in all things 
 willing to live honestly. Hebrews, xiii. 18. 
 
 Honesty I 
 
 A. name scarce echo to a sound honesty ! 
 Attend the stately chambers of the great 
 It dwells not there, nor in the trading world ; 
 Speaks it in councils ? No, the sophist knows 
 To laugh it thence. Havard. 
 
 I ask not for his lineage, 
 
 I ask not for his name 
 If manliness be in his heart, 
 
 He noble birth may claim. 
 I care not though of world's wealth 
 
 But slender be his part ; 
 If yes you answer, when I ask 
 
 Hath he ;i true man's heart ? 
 
 I ask not from what land he came, 
 
 Nor where his youth was nursed 
 If pure the stream, it matters not 
 
 The spot from whence it burst : 
 The palace or the hovel, 
 
 Where first his life began, 
 I seek not of: but answer this 
 
 Is he an honest man ? 
 
 Nay, blush not now what matters it 
 
 Where first he drew his breath? 
 A manger was the cradle-bed 
 
 Of Him of Nazareth ! 
 Be nought, be auy, every thing 
 
 I care not what you be 
 If yes you answer, when I ask 
 
 Art thou pure, true, and free ? R. Nicoll.
 
 HONOUB. 303 
 
 HONOUR. 
 
 MAKI-: a joyful noise unto God, all ye lands: 
 
 Sing forth the honour of his name : make his praise glorious. 
 I'salm Ixvi. 1, 2. 
 
 I receive not honour from men. John, v. 41. 
 
 Jesus answered, If I honour myself, my honour is nothing ; it is my 
 Father that honoureth me ; of whom ye say, that he is your God. 
 John, viii. 54. 
 
 Render therefore to all their dues ; tribute to whom tribute is due ; 
 custom to whom custom ; fear to whom fear ; honour to whom honour. 
 Romans, xiii. 7. 
 
 THE voice of nature, yea, the voice of God 
 Commands to honour those that gave us birth, 
 Even her, from whose supporting bosom flowed 
 By far the sweetest stream that flows on earth ; 
 Whose tongue of kindness never knew a dearth 
 Of soothing words that could our griefs allay 
 Even him who listened to our prattling mirth, 
 Who early taught our infant lips to pray, 
 And led our tottering steps to walk in wisdom's way : 
 
 A parent is indeed a tender friend, 
 And, if once lost, we never more shall find 
 A bosom that so tremblingly can blend 
 Its feelings with our own congenial mind ; 
 Our lips may speak their anguish to the wind 
 That hurries heedlessly and wildly by 
 Our hearts, to lonely agony consigned, 
 May thirst without relief for no reply 
 Comes from their mouldering breasts, that in their 
 graves lie. 
 
 And then we pause to think alas ! how late ! 
 Of deeds that wrung a parent's heart with pain ; 
 And oh ! could we but open death's dark gate, 
 And lead them back into the world again 
 Oh ! but once more to see their face ! 't is vain! 
 Once more to hear their voice ! 't is sweetly driven 
 Across our fancy, and expires, and then 
 We wish ourselves away away to heaven, 
 To weep upon their breast, and there to be forgiven. 
 
 Knox.
 
 304 HONOUR. 
 
 Honour 's a sacred tie the law of kings, 
 The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, 
 That aids and strengthens virtue when it meets her, 
 And imitates her actions where she is not. 
 
 Addison. 
 
 Honour demands my song. Forget the ground 
 My generous muse, and sit among the stars ! 
 There sing the soul that, conscious of her birth. 
 Lives like a native of the vital world 
 Amongst these dying clods, and bears her state 
 Just to herself: how nobly she maintains 
 Her character, superior to the flesh, 
 She wields her passions like her limbs, and knows 
 The brutal powers were born but to obey. Watts. 
 
 This deity, whose altars reek with blood, 
 
 Though millions bend the prostituted knee 
 
 Before the radiant shrine, though millions own 
 
 His power vindictive just, and call him Honour, 
 
 All cannot sanctify what public good 
 
 What nature's moral dictates disavow, 
 
 And Heaven's almighty mandate impious deems. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Honour in blood congealed to take a life, 
 Which had been murder in the heat of strife ! 
 Honour when its result we dare not tell ! 
 Honour to plunge a fellow's soul to hell ! 
 Honour to stand to be a murderer's mark, 
 And hurl defiance e'en with life's last spark ; 
 To dare that law which has for ages stood 
 "He dies by man who sheds a brother's blood!" 
 Oh, in that moment when we all shall stand 
 Waiting the judgment of the Almighty hand, 
 Will then thy honour palliate the crime, 
 And Heaven's high monarch hear the plea of time ? 
 Stript of those robes which make it honour here, 
 Before that throne the murder will appear, 
 Disrobed of ornament the sin is there ; 
 The crime is Cain's ; why not his judgment share 
 An outcast on the earth, and in the Heaven, 
 O God ! can crimes like these be e'er forgiven P 
 
 Anon.
 
 305- 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 HAPPY is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope 
 is in the Lord his God. Psalm exlvi. ">. 
 
 The Lord is my portio:i. suitii my soul, therefore will I hope in 
 Him. Lamentations, iii. 24. 
 
 It is poo' 1 , that 11 man should both hope and quietly wait for the 
 salvation of the Lord. Lamentations, iii. 26. 
 
 If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the 
 most miserable. I. Corinthians, xv. 19. 
 
 Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stead- 
 fast, and which entereth into that within the veil. Hebrews, vi. 19. 
 
 UPON her arm a silver anchor lay, 
 
 Whereon she leaned ever, as befel : 
 
 And ever up to Heaven as she did pray, 
 Her steadfast eyes were bent, not swerved otherway. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 Hope, eager hope, the assassin of our joy, 
 
 All present blessings treading under foot, 
 
 Is scarce a milder tyrant than despair. 
 
 With no past toils content, still planning new, 
 
 Hope turns us o'er to death alone for ease. 
 
 Possession why more tasteless than pursuit ? 
 
 Why is a wish far dearer than a crown ? 
 
 That wish accomplished, why the grave of bliss ? 
 
 Because in the great future buried deep, 
 
 Beyond our plans of empire and renown, 
 
 Lies all that man with ardour should pursue ; 
 
 And He who made him, bent him to the right. 
 
 Young v 
 
 Rich Hope of boundless bliss ! 
 Bliss, past man's power to paint it ; time 's to close ! 
 This Hope is earth's most estimable prize : 
 This is man's portion while no more than man : 
 Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here ; 
 Passions of prouder name befriend us less. 
 Joy has her tears, and transport has her death ; 
 Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, 
 Man's heart at once inspirits and serenes ; 
 Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys ; 
 'T is all our present state can safely bear, 
 Health to the frame, and vigour to the mind 1 
 * x
 
 906 HOPE. 
 
 A joy attempered ! A chastised delight ! 
 
 Like the fair summer evening, mild and sweet, 
 
 'T is man's full cup, his paradise below. Youiu/. 
 
 Hope, with uplifted foot, set free from earth, 
 
 Pants for the place of her ethereal birth ; 
 
 On steady wings, sails through the immense abyss. 
 
 Plucks amaranthine joys from bowers of bliss, 
 
 And crowns the soul, while yet a mourner here, 
 
 With wreaths like those triumphant spirits wear. 
 
 Hope, as an anchor, firm and sure, holds fast 
 
 The Christian vessel, and defies the blast. Coicper. 
 
 Reflected on the lake, I love 
 
 To see the stars of evening glow ; 
 So tranquil in the heavens above, 
 
 So restless in the wave below. 
 
 Thus heavenly hope is all serene, 
 But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, 
 
 Still flutters o'er this changeful scene, 
 As false, as fleeting as 't is fair. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 Whose was that voice, that whispering sweet, 
 Promised methought long days of bliss sincere ; 
 Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, 
 
 Most like soft music that might sometimes cheat 
 
 Thoughts dark and drooping ! 't was the voice of hope. 
 
 Of love and social scenes it seem'd to speak : 
 
 Of truth, of friendship, of affection meek; 
 
 That hand in hand along life's downward slope, 
 Might walk with peace and cheer the tranquil hours : 
 Ah me ! the prospect sadden'd as she sung, 
 Loud on my startled ear the death-bell rung : 
 
 Chill darkness wrapt the pleasurable bowers 
 She built, while pointing to yon breathless clay. 
 She cried, "No peace be thine, away, away !" 
 
 W. L. Bou-les. 
 
 Daughter of faith, awake, arise, illume 
 
 The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb ; 
 
 Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll 
 
 Cimmerian darkness on the parting soul ! 
 
 Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of dismay,
 
 HOPE. 307 
 
 Chased on his night-steed by the star of day ! 
 The strife is o'er the pangs of nature close, 
 And life's last rapture triumph's o'er her woes. 
 Hark ! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, 
 The noon of heaven undazzled by the blaze, 
 On heavenly winds, that waft her to the sky, 
 Float the sweet tones of star-born melody ; 
 Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to hail 
 Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale, 
 When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still 
 Watched on the holy towers of Zion hill ! 
 Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! 
 Where is thy home, and whither art thou fled ? 
 Back to its heavenly source thy being goes, 
 Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; 
 Doom'd on his airy path awhile to burn, 
 And doom'd, like thee, to travel and return. 
 
 Campbell. 
 
 A Heaven as bright, as blue, as mild, as calm, 
 As thine own eye ; the sun hath passed away, 
 But left his mantle of transparent light 
 To deck the gorgeous west, amid whose bright 
 And purple depths I see a floating speck 
 Of purest white, and now 't is fixed, and now 
 Swells into clearest beauty 't is a star, 
 Whose trembling orb seems shrinking from the light, 
 Like a rebuked seraph's eye, when drooped 
 'Neath the chastising glance ; a bright ray shoots 
 Up from its centre ; gradual the star 
 Severs before that ray, it parts it spreads 
 And from its heart comes forth a gliding form, 
 Surpassing all my mortal thought of beauty : 
 ****** 
 
 'T is Hope ! the enduring angel he has deigned 
 To send upon the earth, that she may be 
 Your comforter, that when despair comes down 
 Upon your spirit, ye may flee to her, 
 And in her cradling arms of safest rest 
 Lay down your wearied heads upon her heart, 
 Till your own souls have caught the light of hers ; 
 'T is she, whose fervent voice, and star-like eye,
 
 308 HOPE. 
 
 Shall string you to your toil of wrestling with 
 The care of being ; blessed be the name 
 Of Him, whose mercy hath thus given ye 
 A beacon to your path ! 
 
 Constantia Louisa Reddell . 
 
 All hope on earth for ever fled, 
 
 A higher hope remaineth ; 
 For while His wrath is o'er me shed, 
 
 I know my Saviour reigneth. 
 The worm may waste the withering clay, 
 
 When flesh and spirit sever ; 
 My soul shall see eternal day, 
 
 And dwell with God for ever ! T. Dale. 
 
 She lights our gloom, she soothes our care, 
 
 She bids our fears depart, 
 Transmutes to gems each grief-fraught tear, 
 
 And binds the broken heart ! 
 
 She glances o'er us from above, 
 
 The brightest star that 's given, 
 And guides us still, through faith and love, 
 
 To endless peace, in Heaven. 
 
 Anna Peyre Dinnies. 
 
 The night is mother of the day, 
 
 The winter of the spring, 
 And ever, upon old decay, 
 
 The greenest mosses cling. 
 Behind the cloud the star-light lurks, 
 
 Through showers the sunbeams fall ; 
 For God, who loveth all His works, 
 
 Hath left His Hope with all. 
 
 /. G. Whittier. 
 
 The world may change from old to new, 
 
 From new to old again ; 
 Yet Hope and Heaven, for ever true, 
 
 Within man's heart remain. 
 
 The dreams that bless the weary soul, 
 
 The struggles of the strong. 
 Are steps towards some happy goal, 
 
 The story of Hopes song. Sarah Flowers Adams.
 
 HOUSE. 309 
 
 HOUSE. 
 
 I WAS glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of 
 the Lord. Psalm cxxii. 1. 
 
 Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it. 
 Psalm cxxvii. 1. 
 
 It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house 
 of feasting : for that is the end of all men ; and the living will lay it 
 to his heart. Ecclesiastes, vii. 2. 
 
 Let not your heart be troubled : ye believe in God, believe also in 
 me. 
 
 In my Father's house are many mansions : if it were not so, I would 
 have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John, xiv. 1, 2. 
 
 IT is the Sabbath bell, which calls to pray'r, 
 Ev'n to the house of God, the hallow'd dome, 
 Where He who claims it bids His people come 
 
 To bow before His throne, and serve him there 
 
 With pray'rs, and thanks, and praises: some there are 
 Who hold it meet to linger now at home, 
 And some o'er fields and the wide hills to roam, 
 
 And worship in the temple of the air ! 
 
 For me, not heedless of the lone address, 
 Nor slack to greet my maker on the height, 
 
 By wood, or living stream ; yet not the less 
 Seek I His presence in each social rite 
 
 Of His own temple: that He deigns to bless, 
 There still He dwells, and there is His delight. 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 If in the family thou art the best, 
 Pray oft, and be the mouth unto the rest ; 
 Whom God hath made the heads of families, 
 He hath made priests to offer sacrifice. 
 Daily let part of Holy Writ be read, 
 Let as the body, so the soul have bread ; 
 For look, how many souls in thy house be, 
 With just as many souls God trusteth thee. 
 
 Anonymous. (1600.) 
 
 If to the house of God below 
 
 Thou go'st with faith and holy love ; 
 
 Thy soul, released, may hope to go 
 
 And dwell in God's own house above. Egone.
 
 310 HUMILITY. 
 
 HUMILITY. 
 
 THE fear of the Lord is the instruction of wisdom : and before 
 honour is humility. Proverbs, xv. 33. 
 
 Better is it to be of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide 
 the spoil with the proud. Proverbs, xvi. 19. 
 
 By humility, and the fear of the Lord, are riches, and honour, and 
 life. Proverbs, xxii. 4. 
 
 A man's pride shall bring him low : but honour shall uphold the 
 /tumble in spirit. Proverbs, xxix. 23. 
 
 Whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased : and he that shall 
 humble himself shall be exalted. Matthew, xxiii. 12. 
 
 All of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility : 
 for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. I. Peter, 
 v. 5. 
 
 HE that high growth cm cedars did bestow, 
 Gave also lowly mushrooms leave to grow. 
 In Hainan's pomp poor Mardocheous wept, 
 
 Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe : 
 The Lazar pined while Dives' feast was kept, 
 
 Yet he to Heaven, to hell did Dives go. 
 We trample grass, and prize the flowers of May, 
 Yet grass is green when flowers do fade away. 
 
 Robert Southwell. 
 
 Humble we must be, if to Heaven we go ; 
 High is the roof there, but the gate is low : 
 Whene'er thou speak'st look with a lowly eye 
 Grace is increased by humility. Robert HerricJc. 
 
 He that is down need fear no fall ; 
 
 He that is low, no pride ; 
 He that is humble ever shall 
 
 Have God to be his guide. Bunyan. 
 
 Humility is the softening shadow before the statue of 
 
 excellence, 
 And lieth lowly on the ground beloved and lovely as 
 
 the violet : 
 Humility is the fair-haired maid that calleth worth her 
 
 brother, 
 
 The gentle, silent nurse, that fostereth infant virtues : 
 As when the blind man is nigh unto a rose its sweetness 
 
 is herald of its beauty, 
 So, when thou savourest humility, be sure thou art nigh 
 
 unto merit. Tupper.
 
 HUMILITY. 
 
 When Mary chose the "better part," 
 
 She meekly sat at Jesus' feet ! 
 And Lydia's gently-opened heart, 
 
 Was made for G-od's own temple meet : 
 Fairest and best adorned is she, 
 Whose clothing is humility. 
 
 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown, 
 
 In deepest adoration bends ; 
 The weight of glory bows him down, 
 
 Then most, when most the soul ascends : 
 Nearest the throne itself must be 
 The footstool of humility. James Montgomery. 
 
 Pride, with haughty port, defies in vain 
 The force of rough adversity, which rends 
 With double violence the stubborn heart. 
 But, like a tender plant, Humility 
 Bends low before the threat'ning blast unhurt, 
 Eludes its rage, and lives through all the storm. 
 Pride is the livery of the prince of darkness, 
 Worn by his slaves, who glory in their shame ; 
 A gaudy dress, but tarnish'd, rent and foul, 
 And loathsome to the holy eye of heaven. 
 But sweet humility, a shining robe, 
 Bestowed by heaven upon its favourite sons ; 
 The robe which God approves and angels wear 
 Fair semblance of the glorious Prince of Light, 
 Who stoop'd to dwell (divine humility !) 
 With sinful worms, and poverty, and scorn. 
 Pride leads her wretched votaries to contempt, 
 To certain ruin, infamy, and death. 
 But sweet humility points out the way 
 To happiness, and life, and lasting honours. 
 Humility how glorious ! how divine ! 
 Thus clothed, and thus enrich'd, O may I shine ; 
 Be mine this treasure, this celestial robe, 
 And let the sons of pride possess the globe. 
 
 Mrs. Steele.
 
 312 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 AND when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the Mount 
 of Olives. Matthew, xxvi. 30. 
 
 WHOSE business was to serve their Lord, 
 
 High up in heav'n with songs to hymn His throne. 
 
 ****** 
 
 They touched their golden harps, and hymning praised 
 God and His works. Milton. 
 
 Then, kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King 
 The saint, the father, and the husband prays : 
 Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," 
 That thus they all shall meet in future days : 
 There ever bask in uncreated rays, 
 No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear ; 
 Together hymning their Creator's praise, 
 In such society yet still more dear, 
 When circling time moves round, in an eternal sphere. 
 
 Burns. 
 
 They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; 
 They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : 
 Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise. 
 Or plaintive "Martyrs," worthy of the name ; 
 Or noble "Elgin" feeds the heav'n-ward flame. 
 The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : 
 Compared with these, Italian trills are tame ; 
 The tickl'd ear no heart-felt raptures raise ; 
 Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. 
 
 There is no gloom on earth, for God above 
 
 Chastens in love ; 
 Transmuting sorrow into golden joy, 
 
 Free from alloy. 
 
 His dearest attribute is still to bless, 
 And man's most welcome hymn is grateful cheerfulness. 
 
 Horace Smith. 
 
 Celestial voices 
 Hymn it unto our souls. 
 
 R. H. Dana.
 
 HYPOCRISY. 313 
 
 HYPOCRISY. 
 
 THE hypocrite's hope shall perish. Job, viii. 13. 
 
 The triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite 
 but for a moment. Job, x.\. 5. 
 
 For the vile person will speak villany, and his heart will work 
 iniquity, to practise hypocrisy, and to utter error against the Lord. 
 Isaiah, xxxii. 6. 
 
 When thou cloest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thet- 
 as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they 
 may have glory of men. 
 
 When thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are ; for 
 they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of 
 the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto yon. 
 They have their reward. Matthew, vi. 2, 5. 
 
 So smooth he daubed his life with show of virtue, 
 
 He lived from all attainder of suspect. ShaJcspere. 
 
 Hypocrisy, detest her as we may, 
 
 (And no man's hatred ever wronged her yet) 
 
 May claim this merit still, that she admits 
 
 The worth of what she mimics with such care, 
 
 And thus gives virtue indirect applause. Cowper. 
 
 Great day of revelation ! in the grave 
 The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood 
 In naked ugliness. He was a man 
 Who stole the livery of the court of heaven 
 To serve the devil in ; in virtue's guise, 
 Devoured the widow's house and orphan's bread ; 
 In holy phrase, transacted villanies 
 That common sinners durst not meddle with ; 
 At sacred feast, he sat among the saints, 
 And with his guilty hands touched holiest things ; 
 And none of sin lamented more, or sighed 
 More deeply, or with graver countenance, 
 Or longer prayer, wept o'er the dying man 
 Whose infant children, at the moment, he 
 Planned how to rob. 
 
 Seest thou the man, 
 
 A serpent with an angel's voice ! a grave 
 With flowers bestrewed ! Pollok.
 
 314 HYPOCRISY. 
 
 I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl, 
 
 The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, 
 
 I lay unto the grievous charge of others. 
 
 But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture 
 
 Tell them that God bids us do good for evil. 
 
 And thus I clothe my naked villany, 
 
 With old, odd ends, stol'n forth of Holy Writ. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 Wo to ye Hypocrites ! ye insincere, 
 
 Who shut the gates of heaven against mankind, 
 
 And yet yourselves will never enter there 
 
 Wo to ye Hypocrites ! your hearts are blind ; 
 
 The houses of the widow ye devour, 
 
 And make long prayers, devotion ill-designed. 
 
 The matters of the Law of gravest power 
 
 Omit ye ; Judgment Mercy Faith ! and dole 
 
 The petty tithe of your external dower : 
 
 Not those omit, nor these ; but pay the whole ! 
 
 As righteous men ye do without appear, 
 
 Within iniquity usurps the soul : 
 
 Ye are e'en like a whited Sepulchre, 
 
 Beautiful outward, hiding dead men's bones ; 
 
 Uncleanness and corruption, everywhere. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 
 Like the detested tribe 
 Of ancient Pharisees, beneath the mask 
 Of clamorous piety, what numbers veil 
 Contaminated, vicious hearts ! How many 
 In the devoted temple of their Grod, 
 With hypocritic eye, from which the tear 
 Of penetential anguish seems to flow, 
 Pour forth their vows, and by affected zeal 
 Pre-eminent devotion boast ; while vice 
 Within the guilty breast, rankles unseen. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 These are they 
 
 That prey upon the widow, and devour 
 The orphan's portion, mocking Heaven with prayers 
 Ceaseless, and fasts, which will but more incense 
 His anger, and bring down worse chastisement. 
 
 Charles Peers.
 
 IDOLATRY. 315 
 
 IDOLATEY. 
 
 REBELLION is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity 
 and idolatry. I. Samuel, xv. 23. 
 
 What agreement hath the temple of God with idols f II. Corinthians, 
 vi. 16. 
 
 Covetousness, which is idolatry. Colossians, iii. 5. 
 
 THE sparkling flames, that burn in beaten gold, 
 
 And, like the stars of heav'n in midst of night, 
 Black Egypt, as her mirrors doth behold ; 
 Are but the dens where idol snakes delight 
 Again to cover Satan from their sight : 
 Yet these are all their gods ; with whom they vie, 
 The crocodile, the cock, the rat, the fly : 
 Fit gods indeed, for such men to be served by. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 Hear, Father ! hear and aid ! 
 If I have loved too well, if I have shed, 
 In my vain fondness, o'er a mortal head 
 Gifts, on Thy shrine, my God, more fitly laid ; 
 If I have sought to live 
 But in one light, and made a mortal eye 
 The lonely star of my idolatry, 
 Thou that art Love, oh ! pity and forgive ! 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 City of idol-temples, and of shrines 
 
 Where folly kneels to falsehood how the pride 
 
 Of our humanity is here rebuked ! 
 
 Man, that aspires to rule the very wind, 
 
 And make the sea confess his majesty ; 
 
 Whose intellect can fill a little scroll 
 
 With words that are immortal : who can build 
 
 Cities, the mighty and the beautiful : 
 
 Yet man, this glorious creature, can debase 
 
 His spirit down, to worship wood and stone, 
 
 And hold the very beasts which bear his yoke, 
 
 And tremble at his eye, for sacred things. 
 
 With what unutterable humility 
 
 We should bow down, thou blessed Cross, to thee, 
 
 Seeing our vanity and foolishness, 
 
 When, to our own devices left, we frame 
 
 A shameful creed of craft and cruelty. L. E. L.
 
 316 IDOLATRY. 
 
 If, when the Lord of Glory was in sight, 
 
 Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear, 
 To bow before the " little drop of light " 
 
 Which dim-eyed men call praise and glory here : 
 What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn 
 Him at whose only word both sun and stars were born ? 
 If while around the gales from Eden breathe, 
 
 Thou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan 
 Over some broken reed of earth beneath, 
 
 Some darling of blind fancy, dead and gone, 
 As wisely might'st thou in Jehovah's fane 
 Offer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain. 
 Turn thee from these, or dare not to inquire 
 
 Of Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath, 
 He hear and answer thine unblest desire : 
 
 Far better we should cross His lightning's path, 
 Than be according to our idols heard, 
 And God should take us at our vain word. Keble. 
 
 Before the icfoZ-monster was the blood 
 
 Of man poured out by man. No mother there 
 
 Blessed the fair skies which smiled upon her babe, 
 
 But hastened rather, with unnatural hand, 
 
 To crush the unfolding life, and turn aside 
 
 The dark inheritance of woe and pain, 
 
 Ere yet the unconscious victim owned its doom. 
 
 A. Alexander. 
 And still from Him we turn away, 
 
 And fill our hearts with worthless things ; 
 The fires of avarice melt the clay, 
 
 And forth the idol springs ! 
 Ambition's flame, and passion's heat, 
 By wondrous alchemy transmute 
 Earth's dross, to raise some gilded brute 
 To fill Jehovah's seat. J. H. Clinch. 
 
 ZrfoZ-worshippers are we, 
 
 Bowing evermore heart and knee 
 
 Unto stone and unto stock ; 
 
 Thus the living God we mock. 
 
 Who shall say his heart is free 
 
 From this foul idolatry ? Egone.
 
 IMAGE. 317 
 
 IMAGE. 
 
 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created 
 he him ; male and female created he them. Genesis, i. 27. 
 
 Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness 
 of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, 
 or that is in the water under the earth : 
 
 Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them : for I 
 the Lord thy God am a jealous God. Exodus, xx. 4, 5. 
 
 As we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the 
 image of the heavenly. I. Corinthians, xv. 49. 
 
 FOE what had all this all, which man in one, 
 Did not unite ; the earth, air, water, fire, 
 
 Life, sense, and spirit ; nay, the pow'rful throne 
 Of the Divinest Essence did retire ; 
 And his own Image into clay inspire ; 
 
 So that this creature well might called be, 
 
 Of the great world the small epitome ; 
 
 Of the dead world, the life, and small anatome. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Thou man Thy image mad'st, in dignity, 
 
 In knowledge and in beauty like to Thee ; 
 
 Placed in a heaven on earth ; without his toil, 
 
 The ever flourishing and fruitful soil 
 
 Unpurchased food produced ; all creatures were 
 
 His subjects, serving more for love than fear. 
 
 Sandys. 
 
 He made us to His image all agree ; 
 
 That image is the soul, and that must be, 
 
 Or not the Maker's image, or be free. Dryden. 
 
 Outcasts of mortal race ! can we conceive 
 
 Image of aught delightful, soft, or great. Prior. 
 
 Poor man ! How happy once in thy first state ! 
 When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand, 
 He stamped thee with His image, and well pleased, 
 Smiled on his last fair work ! Blair. 
 
 God spake : He look'd on earth and heaven 
 
 With mild and generous eye ; 
 In his own image man he made, 
 
 And gave him dignity. Krummaclier.
 
 318 IMMORTALITY. 
 
 IMMOETALITY. 
 
 To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory 
 and honour and immortality, eternal life. Romans, ii. 7. 
 
 This corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must 
 put on immortality. I. Corinthians, xv. 53. 
 
 Our Saviour Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death, and hath 
 brought life and immortality to light through the gospel. II. Timothy, 
 i. 10. 
 
 IMMORTAL honour, endless fame 
 Attend the Almighty Father's name. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Thy nature, immortality ! who knows ? 
 And yet who knows it not P It is but life 
 In stronger thread of brighter colour spun, 
 And spun for ever, dipt by cruel fate 
 In Stygian die, how black, how brittle here ! 
 How short our correspondence with the sun ! 
 And while it lasts, Inglorious ! Our best deeds, 
 How wanting in their weight ! our highest joys, 
 Small cordials to support us in our pain, 
 And give us strength to suffer. But how great 
 To mingle interests, converse, amities, 
 With all the sons of reason, scatter'd wide 
 Through habitable space, wherever born, 
 Howe'er endowed ! To live free citizens 
 Of universal nature! To lay hold 
 By more than feeble faith on the Supreme ! 
 To call heaven's rich unfathomable mines 
 (Mines, which support archangels in their state,) 
 Our own ! To rise in science as in bliss, 
 Initiate in the secrets of the skies ! 
 To read creation ; read its mighty plan 
 In the bare bosom of the Deity ! 
 The plan, and execution, to collate ! 
 To see, before each glance of piercing thought, 
 All cloud, all shadow blown remote; and leave 
 No mystery but that of love divine, 
 Which lifts us on the Seraph's flaming wing, 
 From earth's aceldama, this field of blood, 
 Of inward anguish, and of outward ill, 
 From darkness, and from dust, to such a scene !
 
 IMMOETALITT. 319 
 
 Love's element ! True joy's illustrious house ! 
 From earth's sad contrast (now deplor'd) more fair ! 
 What exquisite vicissitude of fate! 
 Blest absolution of our blackest hour ! Young. 
 
 Man's soul immortal is ; whilst here they live, 
 
 The purest minds for perfect knowledge strive ; 
 
 Which is the knowledge of that glorious God, 
 
 From whom all life proceeds : in this abode 
 
 Of flesh, the soul can never reach so high, 
 
 So reason tells us. If the soul then die, 
 
 When from the body's bonds she takes her flight, 
 
 Her unfulfilled desire is frustrate quite, 
 
 And so bestowed in vain ! It follows then, 
 
 The best desires, unto the best of men, 
 
 The Great Creator did in vain dispense, 
 
 Or else the soul must live when gone from hence, 
 
 And if it live after the body fall, 
 
 What reason proves that it must die at all? 
 
 Thomas May. 
 
 Strong as the death it masters, is the hope 
 
 That onward looks to immortality : 
 
 Let the frame perish, so the soul survive, 
 
 Pure, spiritual, and loving. I believe 
 
 The grave exalts, not separates, the ties 
 
 That hold us in affection to our kind. 
 
 I will look down from yonder pitying sky, 
 
 Watching and waiting those I loved on earth ; 
 
 Anxious in heaven, until they, too, are there. 
 
 I will attend your guardian angel's side 
 
 And weep away your faults with holy tears : 
 
 Your midnight shall be filled with solemn thought ; 
 
 And when, at length, death brings you to my love, 
 
 Mine the first welcome heard in Paradise. A non. 
 
 The sun is but a spark of fire, 
 A transient meteor in the sky : 
 The soul, immortal as its Sire, 
 Shall never die ! 
 
 J. Montgomery,
 
 320 IMMORTALITY. 
 
 Prisoners of hope ! heirs of eternity ! 
 Waiting for the consummate day, when time 
 
 Shall be no more Why on the past dwell ye ? 
 Prisoners of hope ! look to the goal sublime 
 
 Of the expanded future, and behold 
 The flesh redeemed to its immortal prime. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 
 Yet know, vain sceptics, know the Almighty mind, 
 Who breathed on man a portion of His fire, 
 
 Bade his free soul, by earth nor time confined, 
 To Heaven, to immortality aspire. 
 
 Nor shall the pile of hope His mercy reared, 
 
 By vain philosophy be e'er destroyed : 
 Eternity, by all or wished or feared, 
 
 Shall be, by all, or suffered, or enjoyed. 
 
 William Mason. 
 
 Whoe'er thou art, this truth take home, and think 
 
 Two spirits only for thy soul contend, 
 
 The good and bad ; but now alone is grace 
 
 Imparted ; soon thy final sands will fall, 
 
 And thou in moral nakedness shalt be 
 
 To Devil or to Deity assign'd 
 
 Through endless ages ! Oh, that truth immense, 
 
 This mortal, immortality shall wear ! 
 
 The pulse of mind can never cease to play ; 
 
 By God awaken'd, it for ever throbs, 
 
 Eternal as His own eternity ! 
 
 Above the angels, or below the fiends : 
 
 To mount in glory, or in shame descend 
 
 Mankind are destined by resistless doom. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Beyond the purple verge of infinite space, 
 The immortal soul of man shall live again ; 
 Live where its glories never more may wane, 
 And where its nobler memories will efface 
 All thoughts which rend the solemn' pall away 
 That shrouds the meanness of its primal clay. 
 
 H. B. Hirst.
 
 INSPIRATION. 321 
 
 INSPIRATION. 
 
 TUKRE is a spirit in man : and the inspiration of the Almighty 
 g^veth them understanding. Job, xxxii. 8. 
 
 All scripture is given by inspiration of God. II. Timothy, iii. 16. 
 
 O THOU bless'd Spirit : whether the Supreme 
 
 Great ante-mundane Father ; in whose breast 
 
 Embryo creation, unborn being, dwelt, 
 
 And all its various revolutions rolled, 
 
 Present though future ; prior to themselves ; 
 
 Whose breath can blow it into naught again, 
 
 Or from His throne some delegated power, 
 
 Who studious of our peace, dost turn the thought 
 
 From vain and vile to solid and sublime ! 
 
 Unseen Thou lead'st me to delicious draughts 
 
 Of Inspiration, from a purer stream, 
 
 And fuller of the God, than that which burst 
 
 From famed Castalia. Young. 
 
 We to his high inspiration owe 
 
 That what was done before the flood we know. 
 
 Denham. 
 How precious is the book divine 
 
 By inspiration given ! 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 
 
 In this dark vale of tears ; 
 Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 This lamp through all the tedious night 
 
 Of life shall guide our way, 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 
 Of an eternal day. Faivcett* 
 
 On the page of inspiration 
 Lo ! the promise of salvation ; 
 May I earnestly inquire, 
 May the Lord my soul inspire 
 With the love of truth divine, 
 So to make that promise mine. Egone. 
 
 * Y
 
 322 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 INSTRUCTION. 
 
 THE fear of the Lord is the bejjinnin-r of knowledge : but fools 
 despise wisdom and instruction. 
 
 My son, hear the instruction of thy father. -Proverbs, i. 7, 8. 
 
 Hear instruction, and be wise, and refuse it not. Proverbs, viii. :>S. 
 
 He that refuseth ;nsirtii-ii<ni dcspiseth his own soul. Proverbs. 
 xv. 32. 
 
 AND chiefly Thou, O Spirit that dost prefer 
 
 Before all temples, the upright heart and pure, 
 
 Instruct me, for Thou knowest : Thou from the first 
 
 Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread 
 
 Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, 
 
 And mad'st it pregnant. What in me is dark, 
 
 Illumine; what is low, raise and support ; 
 
 That to the height of this great argument 
 
 I may assert eternal Providence, 
 
 And justify the ways of God to men. Milton. 
 
 From heaven descend the drops of dew. 
 
 From heaven the gracious showers, 
 Earth's winter aspect to renew, 
 
 And clothe the spring with flowers ; 
 From heaven the beams of morning flow, 
 
 That melt the gloom of night, 
 From heaven the evening breezes blow 
 
 Health, fragrance, and delight. 
 
 Like genial dew, like fertile showers, 
 
 The words of wisdom fall, 
 Awaken man's unconscious powers, 
 
 Strength out of weakness call; 
 Like morning beams they strike the mind, 
 
 In loveliness reveal ; 
 And softer than the evening wind, 
 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 As dew and rain, as light and air, 
 
 From heaven Instruction came, 
 The waste of nature to repair, 
 
 And kindle sacred flame, 
 A flame to purify the earth, 
 
 Exalt her sons on high, 
 And train them for their second birth 
 
 Their birth beyond the sky. J. Montgomery.
 
 INTERCESSION. 323 
 
 INTERCESSION. 
 
 HE bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors. 
 Isaiah, liii. 12. 
 
 It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even 
 at the right hand of God, who also muketh interrtission for us. 
 Romans, viii. 34. 
 
 Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come 
 unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession, for them. 
 Hebrews, vii. 25. 
 
 WHY gaze the clustered stars on Hermon's height ? 
 Immensity around why gaze they there ? 
 On its high top, as farthest up from earth, 
 Enshrined in darkness and alone, there kneels 
 The world's great Intercessor. Evening came, 
 And found Him kneeling there : the rising morn 
 Lingered awhile upon His upturned brow ; 
 And night passed over Him, and still he kneels ; 
 Till all the air is incense and a prayer, 
 As He would save the world by prayer alone, 
 Close clasping the eternal throne, His voice, 
 Unheard below, was heard in heaven intent. Anon. 
 
 With blood but not his own the Jew drew near 
 
 The mercy-seat, and heaven received his prayer. 
 Yet still his hope was dimmed by doubt and fear : 
 
 "If Thou should'st mark transgression, who might 
 dare 
 
 To stand before Thee?" Mercy loves to spare 
 And pardon, but stern Justice has a voice, 
 
 And cries Our God is holy, nor can bear 
 Uncleanness in the people of His choice. 
 But now One Offering, ne'er to be renewed, 
 
 Hath made our peace for ever. This now gives 
 Free access to the Throne of Heavenly Grace, 
 
 No more base fear and dark disquietude, 
 He who was slain the Accepted Victim ! lives, 
 
 And intercedes before the Father's face. Conder. 
 
 Lord ! there is a throne of grace ; 
 
 There we now would seek Thy face ; 
 
 Thou wilt hear the humblest prayer 
 
 Of the soul that seeks Thee there. 
 
 Saviour, for us intercede, 
 
 While the promises we plead ! Cobbin,
 
 324 ISRAEL. 
 
 ISEAEL. 
 
 AND he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob. 
 
 And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: 
 for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast 
 prevailed. Genesis, xxxii. 27. 28. 
 
 Truly God is good to Israel. Psalm Ixxiii. 1. 
 
 He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. Psalm 
 exxi. 4. 
 
 For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose Israel, 
 ami set them in their own land. Isaiah, xiv. 1. 
 
 WHILST Pharoah's pride withstood, 
 His pools turned poison, and his Nile ran blood. 
 From whose corrupting channel, moist and warm, 
 Leaped forth the frogs, a foul, offensive swarm ; 
 No place was sheltered from their loathsome tread, 
 The festive banquet, nor the bridal bed. 
 Anon, destructive sweeps the burning hail, 
 His trees stand branchless, and his furrows fail ; 
 Whilst from the East, devouring locusts rise, 
 To spoil the pittance spared him by the skies. 
 But why on each particular token dwell 
 Of God's deep wrath, or all His judgments tell ? 
 Enough to add, that Israel's thraldom ceased, 
 From Pharaoh's stubborn hand, by him released. 
 
 William Gibson. 
 Backsliding Israel, hear the voice 
 
 Of thy forgiving Grod ; 
 Nor force such goodness to exert 
 The terrors of the rod. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord "My mercy flows, 
 
 An unexhausted stream; 
 And after all its millions saved, 
 
 Its sway is still supreme." 
 
 Own but the follies thou hast done, 
 
 And mourn thy sins in dust, 
 And soon thy trembling heart shall learn 
 
 To hope, and love, and trust. Doddridge. 
 
 The day of Freedom dawns ; rise, Israel, from thy 
 tomb. Croly.
 
 JEHOVAH. 325 
 
 JEHOVAH. 
 
 AND -G-od spake unto Moses, and said unto him, I am the Lord : 
 
 And I appeared unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, by the 
 name of God Almighty, but by my name JEHOVAH was I known to 
 them. Exodus, vi. 2, 3. 
 
 That men may know that thou, whose name is JEHOVAH, art the most 
 high over all the earth. Psalm Ixxxiil. 18. 
 
 Behold, God is my salvation ; I will trust, and not be afraid : for 
 the Lord JEHOVAH is my strength and my song ; he also is become my 
 salvation. Isaiah, xii. 2. 
 
 TELL mankind Jehovah reigns ; 
 He shall bind the world in chains, 
 So as it shall never slide, 
 And with sacred justice guide. 
 Let the smiling heavens rejoice, 
 Joyful earth exalt her voice : 
 Let the dancing billows roar, 
 Echoes answer from the shore, 
 Fields their flowery mantles shake, 
 All shall in their joy partake ; 
 While the wood-musicians sing 
 To the ever-youthful spring. 
 Fill His courts with sacred mirth. 
 He, He comes to judge the earth. 
 Justly He the world shall sway, 
 And His truth to men display. 
 
 Dr. Henry More. 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bo\v with sacred joy ; 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and He destroy. 
 
 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
 
 And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 
 He brought us to His fold again. 
 
 We'll crowd His gates with thankful songs, 
 High as the heavens our voices raise, 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall find thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 Watts.
 
 326 JEHOVAH. 
 
 Ascribe, ye miglity, to Jehovah might 
 And glory, victor o'er his enemies 
 Give to Jehovah glory in the height, 
 The glory due unto His name! Adore 
 Him in the beauty of Holiness aright ! 
 
 Thy voice, Jehovah I on the waters hoar 
 
 Careers ; the God of glory thundereth ; 
 
 Jehovah speaks where many waters roar 
 
 Thy voice, Jehovah ! is more strong than death 
 
 Thy powerful voice is full of majesty ; 
 
 Thy voice o'erthrows the cedar with its breath. 
 
 And Lebanon and Sirion before Thee 
 
 Skip like a calf, and like a unicorn, 
 
 In youth transcilient, and by nature free, 
 
 Thy voice Jehovah I shakes the desert lorn ; 
 
 Jehovah shakes the wilderness ; His voice 
 
 Maketh the hinds to calve, the forest-born. 
 
 Within His temple shall His sons rejoice, 
 
 And all declare His glory. On the sea 
 
 He sitteth hushed is its tempestuous noise 
 
 Behold Jehovah sitteth royally 
 
 Upon the calmed flood, eternal Lord : 
 
 And strength unto His .people giveth He, 
 
 And them with peace and blessing hath restored. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 
 The name of Jehovah defend thee ! 
 For He from His dwelling above, 
 Shall hear thee in trouble, and send thee 
 The might of His covenant love. 
 His rod of dread powers 
 Shall bind with sweet flowers, 
 In the ark of His covenant love. 
 
 Then kneel ; for the prayer of the lowly 
 
 As incense, all odour shall be, 
 In the cloud of the holocaust holy, 
 That pleads in His presence for thee. 
 His word, like strong mountains, 
 Still shed forth the fountains 
 Of strength from His presence for thee. 
 
 Waring.
 
 JERUSALEM. 327 
 
 JERUSALEM. 
 
 JERUSALEM is bnikled as a city that is compact together. Psalm 
 cxxii. 3. 
 
 O Jerusaleiii. Jri-undl'-m, thou that MUest the prophets, and stonest 
 them wliich are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered 
 thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under 
 her winp>, and ye would not ! 
 
 Behold, your house is left unto you desolate. Matthew, xxiii. 37, 38. 
 
 Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the time of 
 the Gentiles be' fulfilled. Luke, xxi. 24. 
 
 But ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the living 
 God. the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of 
 angels. Hebrews, xii. 22. 
 
 JERUSALEM, that place divine, 
 
 The vision of sweet peace is named, 
 In heaven her glorious turrets shine, 
 Her walls of living stones are framed ; 
 While angels guard her on each side, 
 Fit company for such a bride. 
 
 She, decked in new attire, from heaven. 
 Her wedding-chamber, now descends, 
 Prepared in marriage to be given 
 
 To Christ, on whom her joy depends. 
 Her walls wherewith she is enclosed, 
 And streets are of pure gold composed. 
 
 The gates adorn'd with pearls most bright, 
 
 The way to hidden glory show, 
 And thither by the blessed might 
 Of faith in Jesus' merits go 
 
 All those who are on earth distress'd, 
 Because they have Christ's name profess'd. 
 
 These stones the workmen dress and beat, 
 
 Before they throughly polish'd are, 
 Then each in his own proper seat, 
 Established by the builder's care, 
 In this fair frame to stand for ever, 
 So join'd, that them no power can sever. 
 
 Drummond. 
 
 The signs are full, and never shall the sun 
 Shine on the cedar roofs of Salem more : 
 Her tale of splendour now is done ;
 
 328 JEBTTSALEM. 
 
 Her wine- cup of festivity is spilt, 
 And all is o'er her grandeur and her guilt. 
 
 Oh, fair and favoured city, where of old, 
 The balmy airs were rich with melody, 
 That led her pomp beneath the cloudless sky 
 
 In vestments flaming with the orient gold ; 
 Her gold is dim, and mute her music's voice, 
 The heathen o'er her perish'd pomp rejoice ! 
 
 How stately then was every palm-deck'd street 
 
 Down which the maidens danced with tinkling feet ! 
 How proud the elders in the lofty gate ! 
 
 How crowded all her nation's solemn feasts 
 
 With white-robed Levites, and high-mitred priests ; 
 How gorgeous her temple's sacred state ! 
 Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves, 
 Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves ; 
 Her feasts are holden 'mid the Gentile's scorn, 
 By stealth her priesthood's holy garments worn. 
 
 Milman. 
 
 Jerusalem ! alas ! alas ! of old, 
 Deaf to whate'er prophetic seers foretold, 
 Assailing all, whom Heaven, in mercy sent 
 And murdering those that warned thee to repent ! 
 Thou, the world's Saviour who suspendedst high, 
 His works reviled, and mocked His agony, 
 How oft hath God, still gracious, striven to bring 
 Thy devious brood beneath His sheltering wing, 
 To save thee from the hovering eagle's power, 
 And shield the unequalled misery of this hour ! 
 But no ! thou would'st not ! thence this signal fate ! 
 Thence art thou fallen ! deserted ! desolate ! 
 
 William Gibson. 
 
 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 
 Name ever dear to me ; 
 When shall my labours have an end 
 
 In joy, and peace, and thee ? 
 
 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 
 
 And pearly gates behold? 
 Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
 
 And streets of shining gold? Dickson,
 
 329 
 
 JESUS. 
 
 AND thou shalt call his name JESUS : for he shall save his people 
 from their sins. Matthew, i. 21. 
 
 But we see JESUS, who was made a little lower than the angels, 
 for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour ; that he 
 by the grace of God should taste death for every man. Hebrews, ii. 0. 
 
 Whosoever shall confess that JESUS is the Son of God, God dwelleth 
 in him, and he in God. I. John, iv. 15. 
 
 To Thee, O Jesu, I direct my eyes, 
 
 To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees ; 
 To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice, 
 
 To Thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees ; 
 To Thee myself, myself and all I give, 
 To Thee I die, to Thee I only live. 
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh. 
 
 Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 
 
 'Tis music in my ear ; 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud 
 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
 
 My transport and my trust ; 
 Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, 
 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 All my capacious powers can wish, 
 
 In Thee doth richly meet : 
 Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
 
 Nor friendship half so sweet, 
 
 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
 
 And sheds its fragrance there ; 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 I'll speak the honours of Thy name 
 
 With my last labouring breath; 
 Then, speechless, clasp Thee in my arms, 
 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 Doddridge.
 
 330 JESUS. 
 
 O God, of good the unfathomed sea ! 
 Who would not give his heart to TheeP 
 
 Who would not love Thee with his might ? 
 O Jesu, Lover of mankind ! 
 Who would not his whole soul and mind, 
 
 With all his strength, to Thee unite ; 
 
 Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod, 
 And, trembling, own th' Almighty God, 
 
 Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky : 
 But who is this that comes from far, 
 Whose garments roll'd in blood appear ? 
 
 'T is God made man, for man to die. Wesley. 
 
 Weary souls that wander wide, 
 
 From the central point of bliss, 
 Turn to Jesus crucified, 
 
 Fly to those dear wounds of His, 
 Sink into the purple flood rise into the life of God. 
 
 Wesley. 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 'Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 Watts. 
 Jesus, in Thy transporting name 
 
 What blissful glories rise ! 
 Jesus the angels' sweetest theme ! 
 The wonder of the skies ! 
 
 Well might the skies with wonder view 
 
 A love so strange as thine, 
 No thought of angels ever knew 
 
 Compassion so divine. Steele. 
 
 We know that " He will save us" Lord, 
 
 If we on Him depend, 
 Jesus, the true and living word, 
 
 The sinner's only friend. 
 May He be ours, in life and death, 
 
 Jesus enthroned above, 
 And may we with our latest breath 
 
 Adore redeeming love ! J. Burbidge.
 
 331 
 
 JEWS. 
 
 THE Lord shall establish thee an holy people unto himself, as He 
 hath sworn unto tbee, if thou shalt keep the commandments of the 
 Lord thy God, and walk in His ways. 
 
 And all people of the earth shall see that thou art called by the 
 name of the Lord ; and they shall be afraid of thee. 
 
 But it shall come to pass, if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice 
 of the Lord thy God, to observe to do all his commandments and his 
 statutes, * * * thou shalt become an astonishment, a proverb and a 
 bye-word, among all nations whither the Lord shall lead thee. 
 Deuteronomy, xxviii. 9, 10, 15, 37. 
 
 Salvation is of the Jews. John, iv. 22. 
 
 He is not a Jew, which is one outwardly ; neither is that circum- 
 cision which is outward in the flesh; 
 
 But he is a Jew, which is one inwardly ; and circumcision is that 
 of the heart, in the spirit, and not in the letter, whose praise is not 
 of men but of God. Romans, ii. 28, 29. 
 
 What advantage then hath the Jew, or what profit is there in cir- 
 cumcision ? Much every way : chiefly, because that unto them were 
 committed the oracles of God. Romans, iii. 1, 2. 
 
 THEY, and they only, amongst all mankind, 
 Received the transcript of the Eternal Mind; 
 Were trusted with His own engraven laws, 
 And constituted guardians of His cause ; 
 Theirs were the prophets, theirs the priestly call, 
 And theirs, by birth, the Saviour of us all. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Thrice happy nation ! Favourite of Heaven ! 
 Selected from the kingdoms of the earth 
 To be His chosen race, ordained to spread 
 His glory through remotest realms, and teach 
 The Gentile world Jehovah's awful name. 
 
 William Hodson. 
 
 That people once 
 
 So famed, whom God Himself vouchsafed to call 
 His chosen race, and with a guardian hand 
 Deigned to protect, from Palestine exiled, 
 Are doomed to wander; although scattered thus 
 Through all the globe, there is no clime which they 
 Can call their own, no country where their laws 
 Hold sovereign rule. Irrefragable proof, 
 That every oracle of Holy Writ 
 Was given by Heaven itself! Samuel Hayes.
 
 332 JORDAN. 
 
 JORDAN. 
 
 AND Lot lifted up his eyes and beheld all the plain of Jordan, that 
 it was well watered every where. Genesis, xiii. 10. 
 
 If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then 
 how canst thou contend with horses V and if in the land of peace where- 
 in thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the 
 swelling of Jordan. Jeremiah, xii. 5. 
 
 Then went out to him Jerusalem and all Judea and all the region 
 round about Jordan. 
 
 And were baptized of him in Jordan confessing their gins. Matthew. 
 iii. 5, 6. 
 
 THE waters slept. Night's silvery veil hung low 
 
 On Jordan's bosom, and the eddies curled 
 
 Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still, 
 
 Unbroken beatings of the sleeper's pulse. 
 
 The reeds bent down the stream : the willow leaves, 
 
 With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide, 
 
 Forgot the lifting winds ; and the long stems, 
 
 Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse, 
 
 Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way 
 
 And leaned in graceful attitudes, to rest. 
 
 How strikingly the course of nature tells 
 
 By its light heed of human suffering 
 
 That it was fashioned for a happier world. 
 
 N. P. Willis. 
 
 Christian, behold the typic shade 
 
 Of that dim path prepared for thee 
 Behold, in Jordan's tide displayed, 
 
 Death's overflowing sea. 
 But if thou still hast kept the Ark 
 Of God before thee as a mark, 
 Fear not the troubled waters dark, 
 
 Howe'er they rage, and chafe, and roar ; 
 On that mysterious voyage embark, 
 
 And God will guide thee o'er. J. H. Clinch. 
 
 When I tread the banks of Jordan 
 May my soul no tremblings know ; 
 
 Be my Saviour near to guide me, 
 And uphold me as I go 
 
 Through the waters, 
 Fearing not their overflow. Egone.
 
 JOY. 333 
 
 JOY. 
 
 THOU wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of 
 joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm xvi. 11. 
 
 Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. 
 Psalm xxx. 5. 
 
 And ye now therefore have sorrow : but I will see you apain, ami 
 your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you. 
 John, xvi. 22. 
 
 WHAT nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, 
 The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy. 
 
 Pope. 
 
 A Deity believed, is joy begun ; 
 
 A Deity adored, is joy advanced ; 
 
 A Deity beloved, \sjoy matured. 
 
 Each branch of piety delight inspires. Young. 
 
 Words of eternal truth proclaim 
 
 All mortal joys are vain ; 
 A diamond pen engraves the theme 
 
 Upon a mortal pane. Watts. 
 
 When on some balmy-breathing night of spring 
 
 The happy child to whom the world is new, 
 Pursues the evening moth of mealy wing, 
 
 Or from the heath-bell shakes the sparkling dew, 
 He sees before his inexperienced eyes, 
 
 The brilliant glow-worm like a meteor shine 
 On the turf-bank, surprised, and pleased, he cries 
 
 "Star of the dewy grass ! I make thee mine." 
 Then, ere he sleeps, collects the moistened flower, 
 
 And bids soft leaves his glittering prize unfold, 
 And dreams that fairy lamps illume his bovver ; 
 
 But in the morning shudders to behold 
 His shining treasure viewless as the dust ; 
 So fade the world's bright joys to cold and blank 
 disgust. Charlotte Smith. 
 
 I see a forest, dark, dim, deep, and dread, 
 Whose solemn shades no human foot or eye 
 Can penetrate ; but now, oh see ! a veil 
 Falls from my strengthened eyes ; and now 
 Even in its deepest centre I behold
 
 334 JOY. 
 
 A spot more beautiful than human heart 
 Can comprehend ; it is the home of Joy, 
 And there the blessed spirit broods for ever, 
 Making her dwelling-place a heaven : there 
 The skies are pure as crystal, and the eye 
 Looks through their clear expanse direct to God. 
 No sun is there ; the air itself is light 
 And life ; a rainbow spans it like a crown 
 Of tearless glory, and the forest trees 
 Sweep round it in a belt of living green. 
 Colour, that wayward sprite of changeful mien, 
 Is here subdued to an intensity 
 Of burning lustre. Sound has but one voice, 
 And that is joyous song ; sight but one object, 
 And that is happiness ; mine eyes are strained 
 To catch the lineaments of the bright queen, 
 Whose dwelling-place I see ; but 't is in vain; 
 Nowhere distinct, yet felt in all, she glides, 
 A shape of light and colour through the air, 
 Making its pure transparency to thrill 
 With the soft music of her viewless step. 
 
 C. L. Reddel. 
 
 Christ had His joys but they were not 
 
 The joys the son of pleasure boasts 
 O, no ! 't was when His Spirit sought 
 
 Thy will, Thy glory, God of hosts ! 
 Christ had His^'oys and so hath he, 
 
 Who feels His Spirit in his heart ; 
 Who yields, O God, his all to Thee, 
 
 And loves Thy name, for what thou art ! Anon. 
 
 Joy dwells not in external things, 
 
 It hath an inner birth ; 
 The sweetest bird in darkness sings, 
 And fairest flowers oft nurture stings, 
 
 Such is our life on earth. 
 
 Then measure not by outward show 
 
 The depth of real joy ; 
 The heart can o'er the darkest woe 
 A stream of sunlight softly throw, 
 
 Or purest bliss destroy. W. J. Brock.
 
 JUDAH. 336 
 
 JUDAH. 
 
 WHEN Israel went out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people 
 of strange language ; 
 
 Judah was his sanctuary and Israel his dominion. Psalm cxiv. 1, 2. 
 
 Judah shall dwell for ever, and Jerusalem from generation to 
 generation. Joel, iii. 20. 
 
 It is evident that our Lord sprang out of Judah. Hebrews, vii. 14. 
 
 JUDAH ! thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise, 
 Thy hand shall be on the neck of thine enemies: 
 Thy father's children shall bow down before thee. 
 
 Judah is a lion's whelp ! 
 From the prey, my son, thou art gone up : 
 He stooped down, he crouched as a lion, 
 And as an old lion ; who shall rouse him up ? 
 The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, 
 Nor a lawgiver from between his feet, 
 
 Until Shiloh come, 
 
 And unto him shall the gathering of the people be. 
 Jacob's Benediction of Judah, Genesis, xlix. 8, 9, 10. 
 Dr. Caunter's Metrical Arrangement. 
 
 O, Thou, the Shepherd of Thy flock, 
 
 Who led'st Thy people through the wave, 
 And gav'st them water from the rock, 
 
 And bar'dst thine arm in might to save : 
 Hear Thou the strain our hearts prolong 
 
 List list the suppliant captive's cry 
 O, when shall cease the mournful song, 
 
 O, when shall Judatis tears be dry ? 
 
 C. W. Everest. 
 
 For yet the tenfold film shall fall 
 
 O, Judah, from thy sight, 
 And every eye be purged to read 
 
 Thy testimonies right, 
 When thou, with all Messiah's signs 
 
 In Christ distinctly seen, 
 Shall, by Jehovah's nameless name, 
 
 Invoke the Nazarene. William Crosswell.
 
 336 JUDGE. 
 
 JUDGE JUDGMENT. 
 
 THE Lord loveth judgment. Psalm xxxvii. 28. 
 
 Hear my prayer, O Lord, give oar to my supplication.-. 
 
 And enter not into judgment with thy servant : for in thy sight .-.hall 
 no man living be justified. Psalm cxh'ii. 1, 2. 
 
 Judge not, that ye be not judged. Matthew, vii. 1. 
 We shall all stand before the judgment-tent of Christ. 
 
 Let us not therefore judge one another any more, but Judy? this 
 rather, that no man put a stumbling-block, or an occasion to fall, in 
 his brother's way. Romans, xiv. 10, 13. 
 
 HE should be born grey-headed, that will bear 
 
 The sword of empire -.judgment of the life, 
 
 Free state, and reputation of a man, 
 
 If he be just and worthy, dwells so dark, 
 
 That it denies access to sun and moon; 
 
 The soul's eye, sharpen'd with that sacred light 
 
 Of whom the sun itself is but a beam, 
 
 Must only give that judgment. O how much 
 
 Err those kings then that play with life and death, 
 
 And nothing put into their serious states 
 
 But humour and their lusts! For which alone 
 
 Men long for kingdoms, whose huge counterpoise 
 
 In cares arid dangers, could a fool comprise, 
 
 He would not be a king, but would be wise. 
 
 Chapman. 
 
 The day of Christ; the last, the dreadful day ; 
 
 When thou and I, and all the world, shall come 
 
 Before His^'wc^mett^-seat, to hear their doom 
 For ever and for ever ; and when they 
 Who loved not God, far, far from Him away 
 
 Shall go ; but whither banished ? and with whom? 
 
 And they who loved Him shall be welcomed home 
 To God, and Christ, and Heaven, and Heaven's array, 
 Angels and saints made perfect may the scene 
 
 Of that dread day be always present here 
 Here in my heart ! That every day between, 
 
 Which brings my passage to the goal more near, 
 May find me fitter, by His love made clean, 
 
 Before His throne of justice to appear. 
 
 Bishop Mant.
 
 JUDGE. 337 
 
 Then, all Thy saints assembled, Thou shalt judge 
 
 Bad men and angels ; they, arraigned, shall sink 
 
 Beneath Thy sentence : Hell, her numbers full, 
 
 Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Meanwhile 
 
 The world shall burn, and from her ashes spring 
 
 New Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell, 
 
 And after all their tribulations long, 
 
 See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, 
 
 With joy and love triumphing, and fair truth. 
 
 Then Thou Thy regal sceptre shalt lay by, 
 
 For regal sceptre thee no more shall need, 
 
 God shall be All in All. Milton. 
 
 The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past ; 
 The world is grown old, and her form may not last ; 
 The world is grown old, and trembles for fear, 
 For sorrows abound, and judgment is near ! 
 
 The sun in the heaven is languid and pale ; 
 And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale ; 
 And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear, 
 For the world is grown old, and. judgment is near ! 
 
 The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, 
 The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour ; 
 The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer ; 
 For the world is grown old, and. judgment is near ! 
 
 The world is grown old, but should we complain 
 Who have tried her, and know that her promise is vain ; 
 Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here, 
 And we look for our crown when judgment is near. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 From Adam to his youngest heir, 
 Not one shall 'scape that muster-roll ; 
 
 Each, as if he alone were there, 
 
 Shall stand, and win, or lose his soul : 
 
 These from the Judge's presence, go 
 
 Down into everlasting woe ; 
 
 Vengeance hath barred the gates of hell 
 
 The scenes within no tongue can tell. 
 
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 338 JUDGE. 
 
 But lo ! far off, the righteous pass 
 To glory ; from the king's right hand, 
 
 In silence, on the sea of glass, 
 
 Heaven's numbers without number stand, 
 
 While He who bore the cross, lays down 
 
 His priestly robe and victor crown ; 
 
 The mediatorial reign complete, 
 
 All things are put beneath His feet. 
 
 James Montgomery, 
 
 Time 
 
 Hath functions awful and sublime, 
 And on its viewless lapse are traced 
 Stern chronicles of all the past, 
 A writing every sunset laid, 
 While heaven is still within the shade 
 Of Christ's high throne, one day to be 
 A part of the solemnity 
 And pomp of judgment, endless Woe, 
 Or endless Weal ! to some a show 
 Of fiery ciphers, symbols dread, 
 Of unchaste things unpardoned. 
 
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 And some there are to whom that scroll 
 Sad record still, may yet unroll 
 A fairer vision, dark and bright, 
 Like dawn o'er-mastering tardy night 
 In dubious streaks, with here and there 
 A firm and radiant character, 
 To angels' eyes not new, but known 
 And recognised the Judge's own. 
 
 Frederic W. Faber. 
 
 The judgment ! the judgment ! the thrones are all set, 
 Where the Lamb and the white-vested Elders are met ! 
 All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, 
 And the doom of eternity hangs on His word ! 
 
 O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from above, 
 Creator ! on us thy sad children, with love ! 
 When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven, 
 May our sanctified souls find a mansion in Heaven ! 
 
 If. H. Milman.
 
 JUSTICE. 339 
 
 JUSTICE. 
 
 SHALL mortal man be more jttst than. God? Shall a man be more 
 pure than his Maker. Job, iv. 17. 
 
 Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out : he is excellent in 
 power, and in judgment and in plenty of justice. Job, xxxvii. 23. 
 
 Justice and judgment are the habitation of Thy throne. Psalm Ixxxix. 
 14. 
 
 To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than 
 sacrifice.- -Proverbs, xxi. 3. 
 
 WHOSO upon himself will take the skill 
 True justice unto people to divide, 
 Has need have mighty hands for to fulfil 
 That which he doth with righteous doom decide, 
 And for to maister wrong and puissant pride ; 
 For vain it is to deem of things aright, 
 And make wrong doers justice to deride, 
 Unless it be performed with dreadless might; 
 For power is the right hand of justice truly hight. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 A just man cannot fear, 
 Not, though the malice of traducing tongues, 
 The open vastness of a tyrant's ear, 
 The senseless rigour of the wrested laws, 
 Or the red eyes of strain'd authority, 
 Should, in a point meet all to take his life, 
 His innocence is armour 'gainst all these. 
 
 Ben Jonson. 
 
 The words of Heaven, on whom it will, it will ; 
 On whom it will not, so ; yet still 'tis just. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 His life is parallel'd 
 
 Even with the stroke and line of his great justice ; 
 He doth with holy abstinence subdue 
 That in himself, which he spurs on his power 
 To qualify in others ; where he meal'd 
 With that which he corrects, than where he tyrannous ; 
 But this being so, he's just. tihakspere. 
 
 Heaven's king 
 
 Keeps register of every thing, 
 And nothing may we use in vain ; 
 Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain. Maroell.
 
 340 JUSTICE. 
 
 Well, then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain ; 
 
 Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above 
 With greater triumph yet return again 
 
 And conquer His own justice with His love. 
 Commanding earth and seas to render those 
 Unto His bliss for whom he paid His woes. 
 
 Wotton. 
 
 So sure the fall of greatness raised on crimes ! 
 
 So fixed the justice of all-conscious Heaven! 
 When haughty guilt exalts with impious joy, 
 Mistake shall blast, or accident destroy ; 
 Weak man, with erring rage, may throw the dart, 
 But Heaven shall guide it to the guilty heart. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Say, how can man be justified by God? 
 Thy vaults eternity would echo. How ? 
 But from the cross, responding grace replies 
 To this high question. Faith in Christ is life 
 And Love and Righteousness. Completely fit 
 To each vast claim of violated law. 
 
 It. Montgomery. 
 
 The Sun of Justice may withdraw his beams 
 Awhile from earthly ken, and sit concealed 
 In dark recess pavilioned round with clouds : 
 Yet let not guilt presumptuous rear her crest, 
 Nor virtue droop despondent : soon these clouds, 
 Seeming eclipse, will brighten into day, 
 And in majestic splendour He will rise, 
 With healing and with terror on His wings. 
 
 George Bally. 
 
 Peace to tine just man's memory, let it grow 
 Greener with years, and blossom through the flight 
 Of ages ; let the mimic canvas show 
 His calm benevolent features ; let the light 
 Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight 
 Of all but heaven, and, in the book of fame, 
 The glorious record of his virtues write, 
 And hold it up to men, and bid them claim 
 A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame. 
 
 W. C. Bryant.
 
 KINDNESS. 341 
 
 KINDNESS. 
 
 BLESSED be the Lord : for he hath shewed me his marvellous kind- 
 ness. Psalm xxxi. 21. 
 
 Rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord 
 your God : for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of 
 great kindness. Joel, ii. 13. 
 
 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour 
 preferring one another. Romans, xii. 10. 
 
 Be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, 
 even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you. Ephesians, IT. St. 
 
 THE poorest poor 
 
 Long for some moments in a weary life, 
 When they can know and feel that they have been 
 Themselves the fathers and the dealers out 
 Of some small blessings have been kind 
 To such as needed kindness ; for this single cause, 
 That we have all of us a human heart. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 And sing thy great Hedemer's praise ; 
 He justly claims a song from me, 
 His loving- kindness O how free ! 
 
 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all : 
 He saved me from my lost estate, 
 His loving-kindness O how great ! 
 
 Often I feel my sinful heart 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
 But, though I have Him oft forgot, 
 His loving-kindness changes not. 
 
 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
 Soon all my mortal powers shall fail : 
 O may my last expiring breath 
 His loving-kindness sing in death ! 
 
 Then let me mount and soar away 
 
 To the bright world of endless day : 
 
 And sing with rapture and surprise, 
 
 His loving-kindness in the skies. Medley.
 
 342 KINDNESS. 
 
 As from the bosom of her mystic fountains, 
 Nile's sacred water windeth to the main, 
 Flooding each vale embosom'd 'mong the mountains, 
 
 From far Alata's fields to Egypt's plain : 
 So from the bosom of the Fount of Love, 
 
 A golden stream of sympathy is gushing ; 
 And winding, first through intellect above, 
 
 Then through each vale of mortal mind is rushing ; 
 Sweeping the heart of iceberg and of storm, 
 
 Purging humanity of every blindness, 
 Melting all spirits earthly into one, 
 
 And leaving holiness and joy 'tis Kindness. 
 
 D. K. Lee. 
 
 Meanwhile as we idly rave, 
 Thousands hasten to the grave ; 
 No kind voice their footsteps guides 
 To the home where truth abides ; 
 Tones of truth within them stirred, 
 Meet with no kind answering word. J. Oostick. 
 
 Be kind to each other! 
 
 The night's coming on, 
 When friend and when brother 
 
 Perchance may be gone. 
 Then, 'midst our dejection, 
 
 How sweet to have earn'd 
 The blest recollection 
 
 Of kindness return'd ! 
 When day hath departed, 
 
 And Memory keeps 
 The watch, broken-hearted, 
 
 Where all the loved sleeps, 
 Let falsehood assail not, 
 
 Nor envy disprove ; 
 Let trifles prevail not 
 
 Against those ye love. 
 Nor change with to-morrow 
 
 Should fortune take wing, 
 But the deeper the sorrow 
 
 The closer still cling. 
 Oh, be kind to each other, 
 
 For night's coming on, 
 When friend and when brother 
 
 Perchance may be gone. Anon.
 
 343 
 
 KING. 
 
 THE Lord is King for ever and ever. Psalm x. 16. 
 
 Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; even lift them up, ye everlasting 
 doors; and the King of glory shall come in. 
 
 Who is this King of glory V The Lord of hosts, he is the King of 
 glory. Psalm xxiv. 9, 10. 
 
 The King that faithfully judgeth the poor, his throne shall be esta- 
 blished for ever. Proverbs, xxix. 14. 
 
 Pear ftod. Honour the King. I. Peter, ii. 17. 
 
 THE 7h'?2 t i7-becoming graces 
 Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness, 
 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness. 
 Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 O take heed, sir, 
 
 Saints stand upon heaven's silver battlements, 
 When kings make vows, and lay their listening ears 
 To princes' protestations. R. Davenport. 
 
 The silver trumpet's heavenly call 
 
 Sounds for the poor, but sounds alike for all ; 
 
 Kings are invited, and, would kings obey, 
 
 No slaves on earth more welcome were than they ; 
 
 But royalty, nobility, and state, 
 
 Are such a dead preponderating weight, 
 
 That endless bliss, how strange soe'er it seem, 
 
 In counterpoise flies up, and kicks the beam. 
 
 Cowper* 
 There's not a leaf within the bower ; 
 
 There's not a bird upon the tree ; 
 There's not a dew-drop on the flower ; 
 But leaves the impress Lord of Thee. 
 
 Thy hand the varied leaf designed, 
 And gave the bird its thrilling tone ; 
 
 Thy power the dew-drop's tints combined, 
 Till like the diamond's blaze they shone. 
 
 Yes, dew-drops, leaves, and buds, and all, 
 The smallest, like the greatest things ; 
 
 The sea's vast space, the earth's wide hall, 
 Alike proclaim Thee King of Kings. 
 
 Mrs. Opie.
 
 344 KINGDOM. 
 
 KINGDOM. 
 
 THE Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kitiy- 
 (lom ruleth over all. Psalm ciii. 19. 
 
 Thy kingdom come. Matthew, vi. 10. 
 
 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye 
 blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the 
 foundation of the world. Matthew, xxv. 34. 
 
 Jesus answered, My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom, 
 were of this world, then would my servants fight ; that I should not 
 be delivered to the Jews : but now is my kingdom not from hence. 
 John, iviii. 36. 
 
 And there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of 
 this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ 
 and he shall reign for ever and ever. Revelation, xi. !-">. 
 
 "His kingdom come !" For this we pray in vain, 
 Unless He does in our affections reign. 
 How fond it were to wish for such a King, 
 And no obedience to His sceptre bring, 
 Whose yoke is easy, and His burthen light ; 
 His service freedom, and His judgments right. 
 
 Waller. 
 
 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
 Crown Him, ye nations, in your song ; 
 His wondrous names and powers rehearse, 
 His honours shall enrich your verse. 
 
 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest ; 
 
 He's your defence, your joy, your rest : 
 
 When terrors rise, and nations faint, 
 
 God is the strength of every saint. Watts. 
 
 Thy kingdom come ! and shall we dare 
 
 With lips unhallowed breathe that prayer? 
 
 With hearts unsanctified within, 
 
 How can we ever hope to win 
 
 A place or kingdom such as Thine, 
 
 Where all is holy and benign? 
 
 Send down Thy spirit, Lord, and bless 
 
 The prayer we falteringly express : 
 
 Oh, give us grace, and give us power, 
 
 To wait with confidence the hour 
 
 When we shall in thy kingdom be, 
 
 And dwell to all eternity. Egone.
 
 KNOWLEDGE. 345 
 
 KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 SHALL any teach God knowledge? Job, xxi. 22. 
 
 He that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know? 
 
 The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man, that they are vanity. Psalm 
 xciT. 10, 11. 
 
 Wise men lay up knowledge. Proverbs, x. 14. 
 
 Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased. Daniel, 
 xii. 4. 
 
 According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that 
 pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that 
 hath called us to glory and virtue. II. Peter, i. 3. 
 
 O LOED ! in me there lieth nought, 
 But to Thy search revealed lies; 
 For when I sit 
 Thou markest it, 
 No less Thou notest when I rise; 
 Yea, closest closet of my thought 
 Hath open windows to Thine eyes. 
 
 Thou walkest with me when I walk, 
 
 When to my bed for rest I go, 
 
 I find Thee there, 
 
 And every where; 
 
 Not youngest thought in me doth grow, 
 No, not one word I cast to talk, 
 But yet unuttered thou dost know. 
 
 To shun Thy notice, leave Thine eye, 
 O whither might I take my way ? 
 To starry sphere ? 
 Thy throne is there. 
 To dead men's uudelightsome stay ? 
 There is Thy walk, and there to lie 
 Unknown, in vain I should essay. 
 
 O sun ! whom light nor flight can match, 
 Suppose Thy lightful, flightful wings 
 Thou lend to me, 
 And I could flee, 
 
 As far as Thee the evening brings ; 
 Ev'n led to west He would me catch, 
 Nor should I lurk with western things.
 
 346 KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 Do thou thy best, O secret night 
 In sable vail to cover me ; 
 The sable vail 
 Shall vainly fail : 
 
 With day unmask'd my night shall be : 
 For night is day, and darkness light, 
 O Father of all lights to Thee. 
 
 Countess of Pembroke. 
 
 Almighty Being, 
 
 Cause and support of all things, can I view 
 These objects of my wonder : can I feel 
 These fine sensations, and not think of Thee P 
 Thou who dost through th'eternal round of time, 
 Dost through th' immensity of space exist 
 Alone, shalt Thou excluded be 
 From this Thy universe ? Shall feeble man 
 Think it beneath his proud philosophy 
 To call for Thy assistance, and pretend 
 To frame a world, who cannot frame a clod ? 
 Not to know Thee, is not to knoiv ourselves 
 Is to know nothing worth the care 
 Of man's exalted spirit. Stillingfleet. 
 
 O for the coming of that glorious time 
 
 When, prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth 
 
 And best protection, this imperial realm, 
 
 While she exacts allegiance, shall admit 
 
 An obligation, on her part, to teach 
 
 Them who are born to serve her and obey ; 
 
 Binding herself by statute to secure 
 
 For all the children whom her soil maintains, 
 
 The rudiments of letters, and inform 
 
 The mind with moral and religious truth, 
 
 Both understood and practised, so that none, 
 
 However destitute, be left to droop 
 
 By culture unsustained ; or run 
 
 Into a wild disorder : or be forced 
 
 To drudge through a weary life without the help 
 
 Of intellectual implements and tools ; 
 
 A savage horde among the civilized, 
 
 A servile band among the lordly free. Wordsworth.
 
 KNOWLEDGE. 347 
 
 What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st call thine own P 
 What is there in thee, Man, that can be known? 
 Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, 
 Vain sister of the worm, life, death, soul, clod 
 Ignore thyself, and strive to know thy God ! 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 What is true knowledge ? is it with keen eye 
 
 Of lucre's sons to thread the mazy way ? 
 
 Is it of civil rights, and royal sway, 
 And wealth political, the depth to try? 
 Is it to delve the earth, to soar the sky ? 
 
 To marshal nations, tribes in just array ; 
 
 To mix, and analyze, and mete, and weigh 
 Her elements, and all her powers descry ? 
 These things, who will may knoiu them, if to know 
 
 Breed not vain glory ; but, o'er all, to scan 
 God in His works, and word shown forth below, 
 
 Creation's wonders ; and Redemption's plan 
 Whence came we ; what to do, and whither go ; 
 
 This is true knowledge, and the whole of man. 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 Let him stand who will on the giddy height 
 Of the palace-top in his pride of place ! 
 
 In a humbler home may my heart delight, 
 
 Where my couch is low, and my pillow, peace. 
 
 Be it known to few how my life flows on, 
 
 As I silent sail on its noiseless tide ! 
 When its days aud years are expired and gone, 
 
 Let my record be that, I lived and died ! 
 
 For sadly he meets the stroke of death, 
 
 (At the ends of earth though his. name be known,) 
 
 Who laments, when yielding his final breath, 
 That he 's known to all but himself alone. 
 
 Mor daunt Barnard. 
 
 View all around the works of Power Divine, 
 Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign; 
 This is the whole of human kind below; 
 'Tis only given beyond the grave to know. 
 
 W. Hamilton.
 
 348 KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 Who loves not knowledge ? who shall rail 
 
 Against her beauty P May she mix 
 
 With men and prosper ! Who shall fix 
 Her pillars ? Let her work prevail. 
 But on her forehead sits a fire ; 
 
 She sets her forward countenance, 
 
 And leaps into the future chance, 
 Submitting all things to desire. 
 Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain, 
 
 She cannot fight the fear of death. 
 
 What is she, cut from love and faith, 
 But some wild Pallas from the brain 
 Of Demons? fiery hot to burst 
 
 All barriers in her onward race 
 
 For power. Let her know her place, 
 She is the second, not the first. 
 A higher hand must make her mild, 
 
 If all be not in vain; and guide 
 
 Her footsteps moving side by side 
 With wisdom, like the younger child. 
 For she is earthly of the mind, 
 
 But wisdom heavenly of the soul. 
 
 O friend, who earnest to thy goal 
 So early, leaving me behind, 
 I would the great world grew like thee, 
 
 Who grewest not alone in power 
 
 And knowledge, but from hour to hour 
 In reverence and in charity. Tennyson. 
 
 Knowledge holdeth by the hilt, and heweth out a 
 
 road to conquest; 
 Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded by its 
 
 own good sword. 
 Knowledge distilleth health from the virulence of 
 
 opposite poisons ; 
 Ignorance mixeth wholesomes unto the breeding of 
 
 disease. 
 Knowledge is leagued with the universe, and findeth 
 
 a friend in all things; 
 But ignorance is everywhere a stranger, unwelcome, 
 
 ill at ease, and out of place. M. F. Tapper.
 
 349 
 
 LABOUR. 
 
 COME unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will 
 give you rest. Matthew, xi. 28. 
 
 The labourer is worthy of his hire. Luke, x. 7. 
 
 Let him that stole steal no more : but rather let him labour, working 
 with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to 
 him that needeth. Ephesians, iv. 28. 
 
 INVENTIVE Labour! cunning to deceive 
 Thyself, and skilful to no end but this, 
 Still to be doing, never to achieve 
 What profitest ? though all, to such excess, 
 Man cannot utter it, be full of thee 
 The eye unsatisfied, the ear no less 
 Sore travail, and the vainest vanity 
 Ordained to exercise the sons of men 
 Who getteth wisdom, where thy trials be ? 
 
 J. A. Her and. 
 
 Labour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers 
 
 will thee wealth ; 
 Labour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth fall- 
 
 eth from a father ; 
 Labour unto all, whether aching thews, or aching 
 
 head, or spirit ; 
 The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is 
 
 labour. 
 
 Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessing; 
 The thought of duty sweeteneth toil, and travail is 
 
 a pleasure ; 
 And time spent in doing, hath a comfort that is not 
 
 for the idle, 
 The hardship is transmuted into joy by the dear 
 
 alchemy of mercy. 
 Labour is good for man, bracing up his energies to 
 
 conquest, 
 And without it life is dull, the man perceiving him- 
 
 self useless. 
 For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty 
 
 hinges, 
 And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the 
 
 talons of a caged vulture. M. F. Tupper.
 
 350 
 
 LAND. 
 
 AND the Lord said, I have surely seen the affliction of :ny people 
 Which are in Egypt. 
 
 And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the 
 Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land, 
 and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey. -Exodus, 
 Hi. 7, 8. 
 
 He that tilleth his land shall be satisfied with bread. Proverbs, 
 xii. 11. 
 
 Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty : they shall behold rtic> 
 land that is very far off. Isaiah, xxxiii. 17. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL Landscape.' I could look on thee 
 For hours, unmindful of the storm and strife, 
 And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. 
 Here, all is still as fair the stream, the tree, 
 The wood, the sunshine on the bank ; no tear 
 No thought of time's swift wing, or closing night, 
 Which comes to steal away the long sweet light, 
 No sighs of sad humanity are here. 
 Here is no tint of mortal change the day, 
 Beneath whose light the dog and peasant boy 
 Gambol, with look, and almost bark, of joy 
 Still seems, though centuries have passed, to stay ; 
 Then gaze again, that shadow'd scenes may teach 
 Lessons of peac^ and love, beyond all speech. 
 
 Bowles. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never withering flowers ; 
 Death like a narrow sea divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. Dr. Watts. 
 
 Yes, far beyond the clouds outspread, 
 
 Where soaring fancy oft hath been, 
 There is a land where Thou hast said 
 
 The pure in heart shall enter in ; 
 They dream no more of grief and care, 
 For Thou, the God of Peace, art there. 
 
 Mrs. Welby.
 
 LAW. 351 
 
 LAW. 
 
 AND the Lord said unto Moses, come up to me into the mount, and 
 be there : and I will give thee tables of stone, and a law. Exodns, 
 xxiv. 12. 
 
 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, 
 nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the 
 scornful. 
 
 But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he 
 meditate day and night. Psalm i. 1, 2. 
 
 Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets ; I 
 am not come to destroy, but to fulfil. 
 
 For verily I say unto yon, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or 
 one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled. 
 Matthew, v. 17, 18. 
 
 THE good need fear no law ; 
 It is his safety, and the bad man's awe. Massinger. 
 
 Law hath dominion over all things, over universal 
 mind and matter ; 
 
 For there are reciprocities of right which no creature 
 can gainsay. 
 
 Unto each was there added by its Maker, in the per- 
 fect chain of being, 
 
 Dependencies and sustentations, accidents, and qualities, 
 and powers : 
 
 And each must fly forward in the curve, unto which 
 it was forced from the beginning ; 
 
 Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy of 
 order is no more. 
 
 Laws are essential emanations from the self-poised 
 character of God, 
 
 And they radiate from that sun to the circling edges 
 of creation. 
 
 Verily the mighty .Lawgiver hath subjected himself 
 unto laws, 
 
 And God is the primal grand example of free unrestrain- 
 ed obedience ; Martin F. Tapper. 
 
 Adam's foul revolt 
 
 From the primeval law, on all his sons, 
 Through every age, the sad inheritance 
 Of sin and death entailed. Samuel Hayes.
 
 352 
 
 LEAF. 
 
 WE all do fade as a leaf. Isaiah, Ixlv. 6. 
 
 SEE the leaves around us falling 
 
 Dry and withered to the ground ; 
 Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 
 
 In a sad and solemn sound : 
 
 Sons of Adam, once in Eden, 
 
 Blighted when like us he fell, 
 Hear the lecture we are reading, 
 
 'T is, alas ! the truth we tell. 
 Virgins, much, too much presuming 
 
 On your boasted white and red, 
 View us, late in beauty blooming, 
 
 Number'd now among the dead. 
 Sons of honour, fed on praises, 
 
 Fluttering high in fancied worth, 
 Lo ! the fickle air, that raises, 
 
 Brings us down to parent earth. 
 Learned sophs, in systems jaded, 
 
 Who for new ones daily call, 
 Cease, at length, by us persuaded, 
 
 Ev'ry leaf must have its fall. 
 Youths, though yet no losses grieve you, 
 
 G-ay in health and manly grace, 
 Let not cloudless skies deceive you, 
 
 Summer gives to autumn place. 
 Venerable sires, grown hoary, 
 
 Hither turn th' unwilling eye, 
 Think, amidst your falling glory, 
 
 Autumn tells a winter nigh. 
 Yearly in our course returning, 
 
 Messengers of shortest stay, 
 Thus we preach, this truth concerning, 
 
 "Heaven and Earth shall pass away." 
 On the Tree of Life eternal, 
 
 Man, let all thy hope be staid, 
 Which alone, for ever vernal, 
 
 Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 
 
 Bishop Home.
 
 LEARNING. 353 
 
 LEARNING. 
 
 A WISE man will hear, and will increase learning: and a man of 
 understanding shall attain unto wise counsels. Proverbs, i. 5. 
 
 Cease to do evil; Learn to do well. Isaiah, i. 16, 17. 
 
 For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our 
 I i'ii fa hi'i. Romans, xv. 4. 
 
 WHAT is the pomp of learning 1 the parade 
 Of letters and of tongues ? Even as the mists 
 Of the grey morn before the rising sun, 
 That pass away and perish. Earthly things 
 Are but the transient pageants of an hour ; 
 And earthly pride is like the passing flower 
 That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die. 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
 Of the deep learning of the schools of yore 
 The reverend pastor hath a golden stock ; 
 Yet with a vain display of useless lore, 
 Or sapless doctrine never will he mock 
 The better cravings of his simple flock ; 
 But faithfully their humble shepherd guides 
 Where streams eternal gush from Calvary's rock ; 
 For well he knows not learning's purest tides 
 Can quench the immortal thirst that in the soul abides. 
 
 Mrs. Little. 
 
 Learning is good, but holiness is better: 
 
 Learning with holiness combined what then ? 
 Aye, that is best of all ; th' instructed mind, 
 Which ignorance nor prejudice can fetter, 
 
 That looks through nature with a searching ken, 
 
 And knows the history of human kind, 
 And hath a store of treasures at command ; 
 If such can meekly bend, and humbly wait 
 Beside the footstool of the Infinite, 
 
 Eager to bask in beams of saving grace, 
 Learning and goodness then go hand in hand, 
 And happy is the people and the state, 
 
 That hath such learned men to shed the light 
 Of their example round their early resting- 
 place. Eqone* 
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 354 LIBERTY. 
 
 LIBERTY. 
 
 BKC'AUBE the creature itself also shall be delivered from the Ixmdiitfe 
 of corruption into the glorious libertu of the children of God. -Romans, 
 viii. 21. 
 
 Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. II. Corinthians. 
 Hi. 17. 
 
 So speak ye, and so do, as they that shall he judged by the law of 
 liberty. James, ii. 12. 
 
 IN vain from thee, O love, expecting ease, 
 Few hours of calm, but years of grief I passed, 
 And lived on joys and hopes that would not last 
 
 Food ill adapted to my heart's disease. 
 
 But now that I desire a full release, 
 
 And heaven has granted me this sweet contrast 
 Of light, and life, and liberty so vast, 
 
 Far as I can from thee I fly for peace ; 
 
 Even as a bird, which, rescued from the snare. 
 Wings to the shady covert of the grove, 
 
 Stul fluttering at the danger it has seen. 
 I hear thee call indeed, as I remove ; 
 
 But He who sought me, and who hears my prayer, 
 Allows not earthly love to come between. 
 
 Gabriel Fiamma. 
 
 But there is yet a liberty, unsung 
 
 By poets, and by senators unpraised, 
 
 Which monarchs cannot grant, nor all the powers 
 
 Of earth and hell confederate, take away; 
 
 A liberty which persecution, fraud, 
 
 Oppression, prisons, have no power to bind ; 
 
 Which whoso tastes can be enslaved no more. 
 
 'T is liberty of heart, derived from Heaven, 
 
 Bought with His blood, who gave it to mankind, 
 
 And sealed with the same token. Cowper. 
 
 True Liberty was Christian ; sanctified, 
 
 Baptized and found in Christian hearts alone. 
 
 First-born of Virtue, daughter of the skies, 
 
 Nursling of truth divine; sister of all 
 
 The graces, meekness, holiness, and love. 
 
 Giving to God, and man, and all below 
 
 That symptom showed of sensible existence, 
 
 Their due, unasked. PolloTc.
 
 LIFE. 355 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 A MAN'S life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which 
 he possesseth. Luke, xii. 15. 
 
 This is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, 
 and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent. John, xvii. 3. 
 
 In hope of eternal life, which (Jod, that cannot lie, promised before 
 the world began. Titus, i. 2. 
 
 For what is your life! It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a 
 little time, and then vanisheth away. James, iv. 14. 
 
 Hereby perceive we the love of God ; because he laid down his life 
 for us : and we ought to lay down our licfs for the brethren. I. John, 
 iii. 16. 
 
 So, in the passing of a day, doth pass 
 The bud and blossom of the life of man, 
 
 Nor e'er doth flourish more, but like the grass 
 Cut down, becometh withered, pale, and wan. 
 
 fasso. 
 
 I live on earth upon a stage of sorrow; 
 
 Lord, if Thou pleasest, end the play to-morrow. 
 
 I live on earth, as in a dream of pleasure ; 
 
 Awake me when Thou wilt, I wait Thy leisure. 
 
 I live on earth, but as of life bereaven ; 
 
 My life's with Thee, for, Lord, Thou art in Heaven. 
 
 Quarles. 
 
 Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier art, 
 
 Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart 
 
 Thy two-edged weapon, patience thy shield, 
 
 Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field. 
 
 To be afraid to die, or wish for death, 
 
 Are words and passions of despairing breath : 
 
 Who doth the first, the day doth faintly yield ; 
 
 And who the second, basely flies the field. Quarles. 
 
 While man is growing, life is in decrease ; 
 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. 
 Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; 
 As tapers waste that instant they take fire. 
 
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 He sins against this life, who slights the next. 
 
 Young.
 
 366 LIFE. 
 
 Life is most enjoyed 
 
 When courted least ; most worth when disesteemed ; 
 Then 't is the seat of comfort, rich in peace, 
 In prospect richer far ; important, awful, 
 Not to be mentioned, but with shouts of praise! 
 Not to be thought on, but with tides of joy ! 
 The mighty basis of eternal bliss ! 
 
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 In the same brook, none ever bathed him twice : 
 
 To the same life, none ever twice awoke. 
 
 We call the brook the same ; the same we think 
 
 Our life, though still more rapid in its flow ; 
 
 Nor mark the much irrevocably lapsed, 
 
 And mingled with the sea. Young. 
 
 Opening the map of God's expansive plan, 
 We find a little isle, this life of man ; 
 Eternity's unknown expanse appears 
 Circling around, and limiting his years. 
 The busy race examine and explore 
 Each creek and cavern of the dangerous shore, 
 With care collect what in their eyes excels, 
 Some shining pebbles, and some weeds and shells, 
 Thus laden, dream that they are rich and great, 
 And happiest he that groans beneath his weight. 
 The waves o'ertake them in their serious play, 
 And every hour sweeps multitudes away ; 
 They shriek and sink survivors start and weep, 
 Pursue their sport, and follow to the deep. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 This mortal life, 
 
 Seeming so fair, is like a feather tossed, 
 Borne on the wind, and in a moment lost. 
 Or if with sudden wheel it flies 
 Further sometimes, and upwards springs, 
 And then upon its wings 
 Sustained in air, as if self-balanced, lies, 
 The lightness of its nature is the cause 
 And swiftly, after little pause, 
 With thousand turns, and thousand idle stops, 
 Because it is of earth, to earth it drops. 
 
 From the Italian of Sanazzaro.
 
 LIFE. 357 
 
 Transient, fickle, light, and gay, 
 
 Flattering only to betray ; 
 
 What, alas ! can life contain ! 
 
 Life like all its circles, vain. Moore. 
 
 Man's life 's a book of history ; 
 
 The leaves thereof are days ; 
 The letters, mercies closely joined ; 
 
 The title is God's praise. Mason. 
 
 How short is human life ! the very breath 
 Which frames my words, accelerates my death. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 
 Ah, what is Life ! a dream within a dream ; 
 
 A pilgrimage from peril rarely free ; 
 
 A bark that sails upon a changing sea, 
 Now sunshine and now storm ; a mountain stream 
 
 Heard, but scarce seen ere to the dark deep gone ; 
 A wild star blazing with unsteady beam, 
 
 Yet for a season fair to look upon. 
 Life is an infant on Affection's knee, 
 A youth now full of hope and transient glee, 
 
 In manhood's peerless noon, now bright, anon 
 A time-worn ruin silvered o'er with years. 
 
 Life is a race where slippery steeps arise, 
 
 Where discontent and sorrow are the prize, 
 And where the goal appears the grave is won. 
 
 E. Moxon. 
 
 In deserts of the Holy Land I strayed, 
 Where Christ once lived, but seems to live no more, 
 On Lebanon my lonely home I made, 
 I heard the wind among the cedars roar, 
 And saw, far off, the Great Sea's solemn shore : 
 "But 'tis a dreary wilderness," I said, 
 Now the prophetic spirit hence has fled : 
 Then, from a convent in the vale, I heard, 
 Slow-chanted forth, the everlasting Word, 
 Saying "I am he that liveth, and was dead, 
 And lo ! I am alive for evermore." 
 Then forth upon my pilgrimage I fare, 
 Resolved to find and praise Him everywhere. 
 
 J. Qostick.
 
 358 LIFE. 
 
 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
 
 "Life is but an empty dream !" 
 For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
 
 And things are not what they seem. 
 
 Life is real ! Life is earnest ! 
 
 And the grave is not its goal ; 
 "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," 
 
 Was not spoken of the soul. 
 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
 
 Is our destined end or way, 
 But to act, that each to-morrow 
 
 Find us farther than to-day. 
 
 Art is long, and time is fleeting, 
 
 And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
 
 Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
 Funeral marches to the grave. 
 
 In the world's broad field of battle, 
 
 In the bivouac of Life, 
 Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! 
 
 Be a hero in the strife ! 
 
 Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! 
 
 Let the dead Past bury its dead ! 
 Act, act in the living Present ! 
 
 Heart within, and God o'erhead ! 
 
 Lives of great men all remind us 
 
 We can make our lives sublime, 
 And, departing, leave behind us 
 
 Footprints on the sands of time ; 
 
 Footprints, that perhaps another, 
 
 Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
 A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
 
 Seeing, shall take heart again. 
 
 Let us, then, be up and doing, 
 
 With a heart for any fate, 
 Still achieving, still pursuing, 
 
 Learn to labour and to wait. Longfellow.
 
 359 
 
 LIGHT. 
 
 A-XU God said, Let there be light: and there was light. 
 
 And God saw the light that it was good : and God divided the 
 light from the darkness. 
 
 And God called the light Day. Genesis, i. 3, 4, 5. 
 
 Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to 
 behold the sun. Ecclesiastes, xi. 7. 
 
 Come ye, and let us walk in the light of the Lord. Isaiah, ii. 5. 
 
 Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good 
 works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven. Matthew, v. 16. 
 
 The dayspring from on high hath visited us, to give light to them 
 that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet 
 into the way of peace. Luke, i. 78, 79. 
 
 Every one that doeth evil, hateth the light; neither cometh to the 
 linht, lest his deeds should be reproved. John, iii. 20. 
 
 THE day that only springeth from on high, 
 That high Hay-light wherein the heavens do live : 
 The life that loves but to behold that eye 
 Which doth the glory of all brightness give, 
 And from the enlightened doth all darkness drive : 
 
 Where saints do see, and angels know to see 
 
 A. brighter light than saints or angels see. 
 In this light's love, O, let me ever li ve ! 
 And let my soul have never other love 
 But all the pleasures of this world to give, 
 The smallest spark of such a joy to prove, 
 And ever pray unto my God above, 
 
 To grant my humble soul good Simeon's grace, 
 
 In love to see my Saviour in the face. 
 
 Nicholas Breton. 
 
 Hail, holy Light, offspring of heav'n first born, 
 
 Or of th' Eternal coeternal beam, 
 
 May I express thee unblam'd ? Since God is Light, 
 
 And never but in unapproached light 
 
 Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, 
 
 Bright effluence of bright essence increate. 
 
 Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, 
 
 Whose fountain who shall tell P Before the sun, 
 
 Before the heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice 
 
 Of God, as with a mantle, did'st invest 
 
 The rising world of waters dark and deep, 
 
 Won from the void and formless infinite ! Milton.
 
 360 LIGHT. 
 
 He that hath Light within his own clear breast, 
 
 May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day ; 
 
 But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, 
 
 Benighted walks under the mid-day sun: 
 
 Himself is his own dungeon. Milton. 
 
 Prime cheerer, Light ! 
 Of all material beings, first and best ! 
 Efflux divine ! Nature's resplendent robe ! 
 Without whose vesting beauty, all were wrapt 
 In unessential gloom ! and thou, O Sun ! 
 Soul of surrounding worlds, in whom, best seen, 
 Shines out thy Maker! Thomson. 
 
 See, the time for sleep has run, 
 
 Rise before, or with the sun : 
 
 Lift thy hands, and humbly pray 
 
 The fountain of eternal day. 
 
 That, as the light, serenely fair, 
 
 Illustrates all the tracts of air ; 
 
 The Sacred Spirit so may rest, 
 
 With quickening beams, upon thy breast. 
 
 Parnell. 
 When Israel of the Lord beloved, 
 
 Out from the land of bondage came, 
 Her father's God before her moved, 
 
 An awful guide in smoke and flame, 
 By day along the astonish'd lands 
 
 The cloudy pillar glided slow ; 
 By night Arabia's crimson'd sands 
 
 Return'd the fiery column's glow. 
 And present still, though now unseen ! 
 
 When brightly shines the prosperous day. 
 Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, 
 
 To temper the deceitful ray ; 
 And oh, when stoops in Judah's path, 
 
 In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
 Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
 
 A burning and a shining light. 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 O light, thy subtle essence who may know ? 
 Ask not, for all things but myself I show. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 361 
 
 Almighty Framer of the skies ! 
 O let pur pure devotion rise 
 
 Like incense in thy sight! 
 Wrapt in impenetrable shade, 
 The texture of our souls was made, 
 
 Till thy command gave light. 
 
 Chatterton. 
 
 Awake, arise, thy light is come ; 
 
 The nations that before outshone thee, 
 Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb, 
 
 The glory of the Lord is on thee! 
 Arise the Gentiles to thy ray, 
 
 From ev'ry nook of earth shall cluster ; 
 And kings and princes haste to pay 
 
 Their homage to thy rising lustre. Moore, 
 
 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know 
 
 That fellowship of love 
 His Spirit only can bestow, 
 
 Who reigns in light above. 
 Walk in the light ! and sin, abhorred, 
 
 Shall ne'er defile again ; 
 The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord 
 
 Shall cleanse from every stain. 
 
 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find, 
 
 Thy heart made truly His, 
 Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
 
 In whom no darkness is. 
 Walk in the light I and thou shalt own 
 
 Thy darkness passed away, 
 Because that light hath on thee shone, 
 
 In which is perfect day. 
 
 Walk in the light I and e'en the tomb 
 
 No fearful shade shall wear ; 
 Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
 
 For Christ hath conquered there. 
 
 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt be 
 
 A path, though thorny, bright ; 
 For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, 
 
 And God Himself is light! Barton.
 
 362 LIGHT. 
 
 "Let there be light !" The Eternal spoke. 
 
 And from the abyss where darkness rode 
 The earliest dawn of nature broke, 
 
 And light around creation flowed : 
 The glad earth smiled to see the day, 
 
 The first-born day come blushing in ; 
 The young day smiled to shed its ray 
 
 Upon a world untouched by sin. 
 
 "Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, 
 
 The God who first the day -beam poured, 
 Uttered again His fiat forth, 
 
 And shed the gospel's light abroad ; 
 And, like the dawn, its cheering rays 
 
 On rich and poor were meant to fall, 
 Inspiring their Redeemer's praise, 
 
 In lowly cot, and lordly hall. 
 
 Then come, when in the orient first 
 
 Flushes the signal-%A for prayer ; 
 Come with the earliest beams that burst 
 
 From God's bright throne of glory there : 
 Come, kneel to Him who through the night 
 
 Hath watched above thy sleeping soul ; 
 To Him whose mercies, like His light, 
 
 Are shed abroad from pole to pole. 
 
 Charles F. Hoffman. 
 
 Then moved upon the waveless deep 
 
 The quickening Spirit of the Lord ; 
 And broken was its pulseless sleep 
 
 Before the Everlasting Word ! 
 " Let there be Light /" and listening earth, 
 
 With tree, and plant, and flowery sod, 
 " In the beginning" sprang to birth, 
 
 Obedient to the voice of God. W. H. Burleigh. 
 
 Heard as each morn relumes the eastern cloud, 
 Thy voice of holiest comfort cries aloud, 
 Bidding us rise, the night-like past above, 
 And soar on morning's wing to thoughts of light and 
 love! Anon.
 
 LORD. 363 
 
 LORD. 
 
 THE Lord shall reign for ever and ever. Exodus, xv. 18. 
 
 Hear, Lord, and have mercy upon me : Lord, be thou my helper. 
 Psalm xxx. 10. 
 
 By the word of the Lord were the heavens made ; and all the host 
 of them by the breath of His mouth. Psalm xxxiii. 6. 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God, and worship at his holy hill, for the 
 Lord our God is holy. Psalm xcix. 9. 
 
 And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the 
 voice of many waters, and as the voice of many thunderings, saying. 
 Alleluia : for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Revelation, xix. 6. 
 
 THOU art of all created things 
 
 O Lord, the essence and the cause, 
 
 The source and centre of all bliss ; 
 
 What are those veils of woven light, 
 
 Where sun and moon and stars unite, 
 
 The purple morn, the sprangled night. 
 
 But curtains which Thy mercy draws 
 
 Between the heavenly world and this ? 
 
 The terrors of the sea and land, 
 
 When all the elements conspire, 
 
 The earth and water, storm and fire, 
 
 Are but the shadows of Thy hand ; 
 
 The lightning's flash, the howling storm, 
 
 The dread volcano's awful blaze, 
 
 Proclaim Thy glory and Thy praise ! 
 
 Beneath the sunny summer showers 
 
 Thy love assumes a milder form 
 
 And writes its angel name in flowers : 
 
 The wind that flies with winged feet 
 
 Around the grassy gladdened earth, 
 
 Seems but commissioned to repeat 
 
 In echo's accents silvery sweet 
 
 That Thou, O Lord, didst give it birth. 
 
 There is a tongue in every flame, 
 
 There is a tongue in every wave, 
 
 To these the bounteous Godhead gave 
 
 These organs but to praise His name ! 
 
 O mighty Lord of boundless space 
 
 Here canst Thou be both sought and found. 
 
 For here in everything around
 
 364 LORD. 
 
 Thy presence and Thy power I trace ; 
 With faith my guide and my defence, 
 I burn to serve in love and fear ; 
 If as a slave, oh ! leave me here, 
 If not, O Lord, remove me hence ! 
 
 M' Carthy,from the Spanish of Calderon. 
 
 The Lord of all, Himself through all diffused, 
 
 Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. 
 
 Nature is but a name for an effect, 
 
 Whose cause is God. He feeds the secret fire 
 
 By which the mighty process is maintained ; 
 
 Who sleeps not, is not weary ; in whose sight 
 
 Slow circling ages are as transient days ; 
 
 Whose work is without labour; whose designs 
 
 No flaw deforms, no difficulty thwarts ; 
 
 And whose beneficence no charge exhausts. 
 
 Him blind antiquity profaned, not served, 
 
 With self-taught rites, and under various names, 
 
 Female and Male Pomona, Pales, Pan, 
 
 And Flora, and Vertumnus ; peopling earth 
 
 With tutelary goddesses and gods 
 
 That were not ; and commending as they would 
 
 To each some province, garden, field, or grove. 
 
 But all are under one. One Spirit, His 
 
 Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, 
 
 Rules universal nature. Not a flower 
 
 But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, 
 
 Of His unrivalled pencil. He inspires 
 
 Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, 
 
 And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, 
 
 In grains as countless as the sea-side sands, 
 
 The forms with which He sprinkles all the earth. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake, 
 
 The hills their fixed seat forsake; 
 
 And, with'ring, from the vault of night 
 
 The stars withdraw their feeble light. 
 
 The Lord will come ! but not the same 
 
 As once in lowly form He came, 
 
 A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 
 
 The bruis'd, the sufFrmg, and the dead.
 
 LORD. 365 
 
 The Lord will come ! a dreadful form, 
 With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, 
 On cherub wings, and wings of wind, 
 Anointed Judge of human -kind ! 
 
 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain ! 
 
 Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ! 
 
 But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, 
 
 Shall sing for joy, the Lord is come ! Heber. 
 
 Great Former of this various frame, 
 Our souls adore thine awful name ; 
 And bow and tremble while they praise 
 The Ancient of eternal days. 
 
 Thou Lord, with unsurprised survey, 
 
 Saw'st nature rising yesterday ; 
 
 And, as to-morrow, shall thine eye, 
 
 See earth and stars in ruin lie. Doddridge. 
 
 In the dark winter of affliction's hour, 
 
 When summer friends and pleasures haste away, 
 
 And the wrecked heart perceives how frail each power 
 
 It made a refuge, and believed a stay ; 
 
 When man, all wild and weak is seen to be 
 
 There's none like Thee, O Lord! there's none like Thee! 
 
 Thou in adversity canst be a sun; 
 
 Thou hast a healing balm, a sheltering tower, 
 
 The peace, the truth, the life, the love of One, 
 
 Nor wound, nor grief, nor storm can overpower 
 
 Gifts of a King ; gifts, frequent and yet free, 
 
 There's none like Thee, O Lord! none, none like Thee ! 
 
 Minx Jewsbury. 
 
 Attired with majesty, the Lord doth reign, 
 And girt with strength. The world immovably 
 Is stablished, and His throne shall aye remain ! 
 Thou art for ever! The floods have lifted high, 
 O Lord I the floods have lifted high their voice, 
 The floods lift up their billows mightily 
 The Lord on high is mightier than the noise 
 Of many waters, stronger than the seas 
 Thy word is sure Let all the earth rejoice ! 
 
 J. A. Heraud.
 
 366 LOVE. 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 THE Lord preserveth all them that love Him. Psalm xciv. 20. 
 Love yonr enemies, bless them that curse you. Matthew, v. 44. 
 
 This is my commandment, that ye love one another, as I have loved 
 you. 
 
 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life 
 for his friends. 
 
 Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you. John, xv. 
 12, 14. 
 
 God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet 
 sinners, Christ died for us. Romans, v. 8. 
 
 Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, 
 that we should be called the sons of God. I. John, iii. 1. 
 
 Beloved, let us lore one another : for lore is of God ; and every one 
 that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. I. John, iv. 7. 
 
 WEAK though we are, to love is no hard task, 
 And love for love is all that Heaven does ask. 
 
 ****** 
 
 'T is with our minds as with a fertile ground ; 
 Wanting this love, they must with weeds abound; 
 Unruly passions, whose effects are worse 
 Than thorns and briars, springing from the curse. 
 
 Waller. 
 
 Legions of angels, which He might have used, 
 For us resolved to perish, He refused; 
 While they stood ready to prevent His loss, 
 Love took Him up, and nailed Him to the cross. 
 Immortal love ! which in His bowels reigned, 
 That we might be by such high love constrained 
 To make return of love ; upon this pole 
 Our duty does, and our religion roll. 
 To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 
 'T is an essay, a taste of Heaven below. 
 He to proud potentates would not be known ; 
 Of those who loved Him, He was hid from none. 
 
 Waller. 
 
 Humble love, 
 
 And not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven ; 
 Love finds admission where proud science fails. 
 
 Young.
 
 LOVE. 367 
 
 Love celestial ! wondrous heat! 
 
 O, beyond expression great ! 
 
 What resistless charms were thine, 
 
 In thy good, thy best design ! 
 
 When God was hated, sin obeyed, 
 
 And man undone, without thy aid, 
 
 From the seats of endless peace 
 
 They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace ; 
 
 They taught Him to receive a birth, 
 
 To clothe in flesh, to live on earth, 
 
 And after, lifted Him on high, 
 
 And taught Him on the cross to die. Parnell. 
 
 He prayeth best, who loveth best 
 
 All things, both great and small ; 
 
 For the dear God who loveth us, 
 
 He made and loveth all. Coleridge. 
 
 They sin who tell us love can die ! 
 With life all other passions fly, 
 
 All others are but vanity ; 
 In heaven ambition cannot dwell, 
 Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; 
 Earthly these passions of the earth, 
 They perish where they have their birth. 
 
 But love is indestructible, 
 
 Its holy flame for ever burneth, 
 From heaven it came, to heaven returneth : 
 
 For oft on earth a troubled guest, 
 
 At times deceived, at times oppress'd ; 
 
 It here is tried and purified, 
 
 Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : 
 
 It sowest here with toil and care, 
 But the harvest-time of love is there. Southey. 
 
 I must love on, O God ! 
 This bosom must love on ! but let thy breath 
 Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death 
 Bearing it up to Heaven, Love's own abode. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans.
 
 368 LOVE. 
 
 No mortal object did these eyes behold 
 
 When first they met the placid light of thine, 
 And my soul felt her destiny divine ; 
 And hope of endless peace in me grew bold : 
 Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold ; 
 Beyond the visible world she soars to seek 
 (For what delights the sense is false and weak) 
 Ideal form, the universal mould. 
 The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest 
 In that which perishes : nor will he lend 
 His heart to ought which doth on time depend. 
 'T is sense, unbridled will, and not true love, 
 Which kills the soul : love betters what is best 
 Even here below, but more in heaven above. 
 
 Wordsworth, from Michael Angelo. 
 
 Love I thy essence is thy purity ! 
 
 Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame, 
 And it is gone for ever, and but leaves 
 
 A sullied vase its pure light lost in shame. 
 
 Miss Landon. 
 
 Love Thee ! Oh, clad in human lowliness, 
 In whom each heart its mortal kindred knows, 
 Our flesh, our forms, our tears, our pains, our woes ; 
 A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! 
 Love Thee ! whose very word but breathes to bless ! 
 Through Thee, from long-seal'd lips, glad language flows ; 
 The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose ; 
 And babes, unchid, Thy garment's hem caress. 
 
 1 see thee doomed by bitterest pangs to die, 
 Up the sad hill, with willing footsteps move, 
 With scorge, and taunt, and wanton agony ; 
 While the cross nods, in hideous gloom, above, 
 Though all even there be radiant Deity ! 
 Speechless I gaze, and my whole soul is Love. 
 
 Milman. 
 They err, who deem love's brightest hour in blooming 
 
 youth is flown: 
 
 Its purest, teuderest, holiest power in after life is known, 
 When passions chastened and subdued, to riper years 
 
 are given, 
 And earth, and earthly things, are viewed in light 
 
 that breaks from Heaven. Bernard Barton.
 
 LOVE. 369- 
 
 Music of the bough that waves, 
 
 As the wind plays lightly o'er; 
 Music of the stream that laves 
 
 Pebbly marge or rocky shore; 
 Sweet your melody to me, 
 
 Singing to the soul the tone 
 Exceeds by far the minstrelsy 
 
 Of halls wherein bright harpers shone ; 
 For ye attune His praise who made 
 
 The wondrous perfect frame we view, 
 Each hill, and plain, and leafy shade, 
 
 And yon fair canopy of blue : 
 Ye seem to sing, "How great the arm 
 
 Of that high God who reigns above ; 
 Him worship ! but without alarm ; 
 
 His dearest, best known name is Love." 
 
 James Edmeston. 
 
 All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, 
 Except the Love of God, which shall live and last for 
 
 aye. 
 
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 Anon the great globe itself (so the holy writings tell,) 
 With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies 
 
 dwell, 
 
 Shall melt with fervent heat they all shall pass away, 
 Except the Love of God, which shall live and last 
 
 for aye. W. C. Bryant. 
 
 God is Love, saith the Evangel ; 
 
 And our world of woe and sin 
 Is made light and happy only, 
 
 When a love is shining in. J. G. WJiittier. 
 
 Oh, loving and forgiving 
 
 Ye angel words of earth 
 Years were not worth the living 
 
 If ye too had not birth ! 
 Oh, loving and forbearing 
 
 How sweet your mission here ; 
 The grief that ye are sharing 
 
 Hath blessings in its tear. 
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 370 LOVE. 
 
 Oh, stern and unforgiving 
 
 Ye evil words of life, 
 That mock the means of living 
 
 With never-ending strife. 
 Oh, harsh and unrepenting 
 
 How would ye meet the grave, 
 If Heaven, as unrelenting, 
 
 Forbore not, nor forgave ? 
 
 Oh, loving and forgiving 
 
 Sweet sisters of the soul, 
 In whose celestial living 
 
 The passions find control ! 
 Still breathe your influence o'er us 
 
 Whene'er by passion crost, 
 And, angel- like, restore us 
 
 The paradise we lost. Charles Swain. 
 
 'T is the angel Love, 
 
 He, who for ever strives with Death, and yet 
 Doth live ! I see a form erect and motionless, 
 Veiled with a cloud of darkness, that no eye 
 Can pierce ; that spectre form is Death, and there 
 I see Love crushed and bleeding 'neath his feet : 
 But still undying still a conqueror still 
 A thing that Death may wound but cannot quell. 
 In his warm blood a spirit still survives ; 
 In his bright eye a soul is living yet ; 
 In his undying heart, eternal life 
 Throbs fixedly. Oh strife most beautiful ! 
 Thou crowned martyr ! thou enduring Love ! 
 How beautiful thou art ! Constantia L. RiddelL. 
 
 Why should I a stranger be 
 
 In my Father's dwelling, 
 While hill and river, rock and tree, 
 
 Of his love are telling P 
 Always heard their simple voice, 
 Bidding child-like hearts rejoice, 
 Whispers us this love is near ; 
 What we seek in yonder sphere, 
 Love can find it now and here. Joseph Gostick.
 
 LOVE. 371 
 
 Hail, holy love ! ethereal essence, hail ! 
 
 Heaven's earliest offspring, earliest visitant 
 
 Prom thence to earth, here latest found to soothe 
 
 Man's burdened heart, with pains and griefs oppressed, 
 
 (Sad fruit of disobedience,) thou, ere time 
 
 His race had yet begun, the glorious plan 
 
 Of mercy didst devise, the day of grace, 
 
 That with mild lustre dawned in Eden's shades, 
 
 What time primeval sinners strove to hide 
 
 (Vain subterfuge!) from God's all-piercing eye 
 
 Their guilt and shame ; and thousand promises 
 
 With kindling radiance on the raptured mind 
 
 Of patriarchs, and kings, and prophets rose, 
 
 And saints expectant. S. Stennet. 
 
 Love never fails : though knowledge cease, 
 
 Though Prophecies decay, 
 Love, Christian love, shall still increase, 
 
 Shall still extend her sway. 
 Here dimly, through life's shadowy glass, 
 
 We strain our infant eyes ; 
 Soon shall the earth-born vapours pass, 
 
 And light, unclouded, rise ; 
 Then Hope shall sink in changeless doom, 
 
 Then Faith's bright race be o'er, 
 But Thou, Eternal Love, shalt bloom 
 
 More glorious than before. 
 
 W. Peter. 
 
 Before the sparkling lamps on high 
 Were kindled up, and hung around the sky: 
 Before the sun led on the circling hours, 
 Or vital seeds produced their active powers; 
 Before the first intelligences strung 
 Their golden harps and soft preludiums sung 
 To Love, the mighty cause whence their existence 
 sprung, 
 
 Th' ineffable Divinity 
 
 His own resemblance meets in thee. 
 By this thy glorious lineage thou dost prove 
 Thy high descent for God Himself is Love. 
 
 Mrs. Howe.
 
 372 LOWLINESS. 
 
 LOWLINESS. 
 
 THOUGH the Lord be high, yet hath He respect unto the lowly: but 
 the proud He knoweth afar ofl. Psalm cxxxviii. 6. 
 
 When pride cometh, then cometh shame : but with the lowly is 
 wisdom. Proverbs, xi. 2. 
 
 Let nothing be done through strife or vain glory ; but in lowliness 
 of mind let each esteem other better than themselves. Philippians, 
 ii. 3. 
 
 THE man whose eye 
 Is ever on himself, doth look on one 
 The least of nature's works, one who might move 
 The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds 
 Unlawful ever. O be wiser, Thou ! 
 Instructed that true knowledge leads to love ; 
 True dignity abides with him alone, 
 Who in the silent hour of inward thought, 
 Can still suspect, and still revere himself 
 In lowliness of heart. Wordsworth,. 
 
 There are briars besetting every path, 
 
 That call for patient care ; 
 There is a cross in every lot, 
 
 And an earnest need for prayer ; 
 But a lowly heart that leans on Thee 
 
 Is happy anywhere. Ann L. Waring. 
 
 The blessing of a lowly mind 
 
 Lord, unto me be given, 
 Joy in the meanest spot to find, 
 To see in all of human kind, 
 But fellow-travellers, designed 
 
 To rest at last in heaven. 
 
 The pleasures of a lowly state 
 
 Oh, let me ne'er despise ; 
 And should I sit among the great, 
 Ne'er be my heart with pride elate, 
 But meekly let me watch and wait 
 
 In lowliness of guise. 
 
 Egone.
 
 373 
 
 MAN. 
 
 IN the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he 
 him. 
 
 Male and female created he them ; and blessed them, and called 
 their name Adam, in the day when they were created. Genesis, v. 
 1,2. 
 
 Behold, even to the moon, and it shineth not ; yea, the stars are 
 not pure in his sight. 
 
 How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which 
 is a worm? Job, xxv. 5, 6. 
 
 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon 
 and the stars, which thou hast ordained. 
 
 What is man that thou art mindful of him, and the son of man 
 that thou visitest him. 
 
 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast 
 crowned him with glory and honour. Psalm vui. 3, 4, 5. 
 
 Man's goings are of the Lord; how can a man, then, understand 
 his own way? Proverbs, xx. 24. 
 
 Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that pro- 
 ceedeth out of the mouth of God. Matthew, iv. 4. 
 
 O, WHAT is man, great Maker of mankind ! 
 
 That Thou to him so great respect dost bear ; 
 That Thou adornest him with so bright a mind, 
 
 Mak'st him a king, and even an angel's peer ? 
 
 O, what a lively life, what heavenly power, 
 What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, 
 
 How great, how plentiful, how rich a dower 
 Dost Thou within the dying flesh inspire ! 
 
 Thou leav'st Thy print in other works of Thine, 
 But Thy whole image Thou in man hast writ ; 
 
 There cannot be a creature more divine, 
 Except, like Thee, it should be infinite. 
 
 But it exceeds man's thoughts, to think how high 
 God hath raised man, since God a man became ; 
 
 The angels do admire this mystery, 
 
 And are astonished when they view the same : 
 
 Nor hath He given these blessings for a day, 
 Nor made them on the body's life depend ; 
 
 The soul, though made in time, survives for aye ; 
 And though it hath beginning, sees no end. 
 
 Sir John Davies.
 
 374 MAN. 
 
 So fair is man, that death (a parting blast,) 
 Blasts his fair flower, and makes him earth at last ; 
 So strong is man, that with a gasping breath 
 He totters, and bequeaths his strength to death ; 
 So wise is man, that if with death he strive, 
 His wisdom cannot teach him how to live j 
 So rich is man, that (all his debts being paid,) 
 His wealth's the winding-sheet wherein he's laid ; 
 So young is man, that (broke with, care and sorrow,) 
 He's old enough to-day to die to-morrow. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 
 Man's not a lawful steersman of his days, 
 His bootless wish nor hastens, nor delays ; 
 We are God's hired workmen, He discharges 
 Some late at night, and (when He list) enlarges 
 Others at noon, and in the morning some : 
 None may relieve himself, till He bid, Come. 
 
 Francis Quarlet. 
 
 Let us make man in our own image, man 
 
 In our similitudes, and let them rule 
 
 Over the fish and fowl of both sea and air, 
 
 Beast of the field, and over all the earth, 
 
 And every creeping thing that creeps the'ground. 
 
 This said, He formed thee Adam, thee, O man ! 
 
 Dust of the ground; and in thy nostrils breathed 
 
 The breath of life : in His own image, He 
 
 Created thee in the image of God 
 
 Express. Milton. 
 
 When by His Word God had accomplished all, 
 
 Man to create He did a council call : 
 
 Employed His hand to give the dust He took 
 
 A graceful figure and majestic look ; 
 
 With His own breath conveyed into his breast 
 
 Life and a soul fit to command the rest. Waller. 
 
 Alas ! that man 
 
 Must prove the direst enemy of man 
 His boasted reason wielded to contrive 
 Dark systems of despair his vaunted skill, 
 To forge the fetters which enthral the soul. 
 
 A. Alexander.
 
 MAN. 375 
 
 A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt ! 
 
 Though sullied and dishonoured, still divine ; 
 
 Dim miniature of greatness absolute! 
 
 An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust ! 
 
 Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! 
 
 A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, 
 
 And in myself am lost. At home a stranger, 
 
 Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, 
 
 And wondering at her own. How reason reels ! 
 
 Oh ! what miracle to man to man ! Young. 
 
 Say, why was man so eminently rais'd 
 
 Amid the vast creation ; why ordain'd 
 
 Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, 
 
 With thoughts beyond the limits of his frame ; 
 
 But that the Omnipotent might send him forth 
 
 In sight of mortal and immortal powers, 
 
 As on a boundless theatre, to run 
 
 The great career of justice ; to exalt 
 
 His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; 
 
 To chase each partial purpose from his breast ; 
 
 And through the mists of passion and of sense, 
 
 And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, 
 
 To hold his course unfaltering ; while the voice 
 
 Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent 
 
 Of nature, calls him to his high reward 
 
 The applauding smile of Heaven? Akenside. 
 
 Traveller, as roaming over vales and steeps, 
 Thou hast, perchance, beheld in foliage fair 
 A willow bending o'er a brook it weeps, 
 Leaf after leaf, into the stream, till bare 
 Are the best boughs, the lovliest and the brightest, 
 Oh ! sigh, for well thou may'st, yet as thou sighest, 
 
 Think not 't is o'er imaginary woe ; 
 I tell thee, traveller, such is mortal man, 
 
 And so he hangs o'er fancied bliss, and so, 
 While life is verging to its shortest span, 
 Drop one by one his dearest joys away, 
 Till hope is but the ghost of something fair, 
 Till joy is mockery, till life is care, 
 Till he himself is unreflecting clay. Henry Neele.
 
 876 
 
 Whate'er of earth is formed, to earth returns 
 Dissolved : the various objects we behold 
 Plants, animals, this whole material mass 
 Are ever changing, ever new. The soul 
 Of man alone, that particle divine, 
 Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail : 
 Hence the great distance 'twixt the beasts that perish, 
 And God's bright image, man's immortal race. 
 
 Somerville. 
 
 Prostration vile, an alienate from God 
 Man is, and shall his fallen nature rise, 
 Her height regain, and fill ethereal thrones ? 
 Many a cloud of evil shall be burst, 
 Ere that day come, severe and dread the strife 
 Of sullied nature with the soul of man, 
 Whate'er his climate, character, or creed, 
 Temptation, like a spirit, tracks his path. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 And what is man ? In outward guise 
 Let him be prince, or peer, or slave, 
 Or poor and weak, or great and wise 
 
 A mortal, tending to the grave : 
 Such are all men from earth we came, 
 Earth doth her own poor dust reclaim. 
 
 H. H. Weld. 
 
 But, of Thy works, through sea and land, 
 Or the wide fields of ether wending, 
 In man Thy noblest thoughts are blending ; 
 
 Man is the glory of thy hand ; 
 Man modelled in a form of grace, 
 Where every beauty has its place ; 
 
 A gentleness and glory sharing 
 
 His spirit, where we may behold 
 A higher aim, a nobler daring : 
 
 'T is Thine immortal mould. Jacob Bellamy. 
 
 When the Almighty Fiat, from the gloom 
 Of chaos drawn to light, had now arranged 
 The jarring seeds, the last, the most sublime 
 Of all His works, was Man called forth ; to him 
 The Sovereign Word gave empire o'er the whole. 
 
 * Samuel Hayes.
 
 MABEIAGB. 377 
 
 MAREIAGE. 
 
 THEREFORE shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall 
 cleave unto his wife : and they shall be one flesh. Genesis, ii. 24. 
 
 And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; and 
 the mother of Jesus was there: 
 
 And both Jesus was called, and his disciples to the marriage. 
 John, ii. 1, 2. 
 
 Marriage is honourable in alL Hebrews, xiii. 4. 
 
 Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the 
 Lamb. Eevelations, xix. 9. 
 
 SAVE the love we pay 
 To Heaven, none purer, holier than that 
 A virtuous woman feels, for him she'd cleave 
 Thro' life to. Sisters part from sisters brothers 
 From brothers children from their parents but 
 Such woman from the husband of her choice, 
 Never. Sheridan Knowles. 
 
 Joy, serious and sublime, 
 Such as doth nerve the energies of prayer, 
 Should swell the bosom, when a maiden's hand, 
 Filled with life's dewy flowerets, girdeth on 
 That harness which the ministry of death 
 Alone unlooseth, but whose fearful power 
 May stamp the sentence of Eternity. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Look down, O Thou 
 
 Who wast at Cana ! Bless the rite that's past ! 
 Help me to put a wedding-garment on 
 For the great marriage supper ; and to wear 
 Thy choice of ornaments, while I await 
 The coming of the Bridegroom. Hannah F. Gould. 
 
 There are smiles and tears in that gathering band, 
 Where the heart is pledged with the trembling hand. 
 What trying thoughts in the bosom swell, 
 As the bride bids parents and home farewell ! 
 Kneel down by the side of the tearful fair, 
 And strengthen the perilous hour with prayer. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun.
 
 378 MAETYBDOM. 
 
 MAETYEDOM. 
 
 AND others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, more- 
 over of bonds and imprisonment : 
 
 They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were 
 slain with the sword : they wandered about in sheep-skins and goat- 
 skins ; being destitute, afflicted, tormented ; 
 
 (Of whom the world was not worthy :) they wandered in deserts, 
 and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth. Hebrews, 
 xi. 36, 37, 38. 
 
 I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of 
 Jesus, and for the Word of God. Revelations, xx. 4. 
 
 THB Sacred Book, its value understood, 
 
 Eeceived the seal of martyrdom in blood. 
 
 These holy men, so full of truth and grace, 
 
 Seem, to reflection, of a different race ; 
 
 Meek, modest, venerable, wise, sincere, 
 
 In such a cause they could not dare to fear ; 
 
 They could not purchase earth with such a price, 
 
 Or spare a life too short to reach the skies. 
 
 From them to thee conveyed along the tide, 
 
 Their streaming hearts poured freely when they died; 
 
 Those truths which neither use nor years impair, 
 
 Invite thee, woo thee, to the bliss they share. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 In vain the Roman lord 
 
 Waved the relentless sword, 
 And spread the terrors of the circling flame ; 
 
 In vain the heathen sought, 
 
 If chance some lurking spot, 
 Might mar the lustre of the Christian name : 
 The Eternal Spirit, by His fruits confessed, 
 In life secured from stains, and steel'd in death, the 
 breast. Bishop Mant. 
 
 The Son of God is gone to war, 
 
 A kingly crown to gain; 
 His blood-red banner streams afar ; 
 
 "Who follows in his train? 
 Who best can drink his cup of woe, 
 
 Triumphant over pain ; 
 Who boldest bears his cross below, 
 
 He follows in his train.
 
 MAETYEDOM. 379 
 
 The martyr first, whose eagle-eye 
 
 Could pierce beyond the grave ; 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 
 And call'd on him to save : 
 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He pray'd for them who did the wrong: 
 Who follows in the train ? Heber. 
 
 When persecution's torrent blaze 
 Wraps the unshrinking martyr s head, 
 
 When fade all earthly flowers and bays, 
 When summer friends are gone and fled, 
 
 Is he alone in that dark hour, 
 
 Who owns the Lord of love and power ? 
 
 Or waves there not around his brow, 
 
 A wand no human arm may wield, 
 Fraught with a spell no angels know, 
 
 His steps to guide, his soul to shield ? 
 Thou, Saviour, art his Charmed Bower, 
 His Magic King, his Kock, his Tower. Keble. 
 
 In rendering to the Lord what is the Lord's, 
 Doth not the thought of violence bring shame ? 
 
 Think ye, He gave the branching forest-tree 
 To furnish fagots for the funeral pyre, 
 
 Or bid His sunrise light the world, to see 
 Pale, tortured victims perish there by fire ? 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 
 The blood of martyrs, living still, 
 
 Makes the ground pregnant where it flows, 
 
 And for their temporary ill 
 
 Thereon eternal triumph grows. J. A. Her and. 
 
 Thy children, even as martyrs perished : 
 
 Those first-loved fruits that sprang from thee, 
 
 From which thy heart was doomed to sever, 
 
 In praise of God, shall bloom for ever, 
 
 Unhurt, untouched, by tyranny. Vondel.
 
 380 MEEKNESS. 
 
 MEEKNESS. 
 
 THE Lord lifteth up the meek. Psalm cxlvii. 6. 
 
 The Lord taketh pleasure in his people : he will beautify the meek 
 with salvation. Psalm cxlix. 4. 
 
 Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. Matthew, 
 v. 5. 
 
 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me: for I am meek and 
 lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. Matthew, 
 si. 29. 
 
 O, WHAT a doctrine of almighty depth 
 
 Messiah founded, when His truth declar'd 
 
 In meekness lies the majesty of man! 
 
 At once the wisdom of the world was dumb, 
 
 And fortune blasted on her throne of bliss. 
 
 The ways of pleasantness, the paths of peace, 
 
 Are dim and narrow, tracks of noiseless gloom 
 
 Which glory flies, and grandeur seldom walks : 
 
 The poor in spirit, and the meek in heart, 
 
 Who thirst and hunger for Thy righteous word. 
 
 Oh ! these are blest, for Thine unerring voice 
 
 Hath call'd them so. R. Montgomery. 
 
 Behold ! where, in the friend of man, 
 
 Appears each grace divine : 
 The virtues, all in Jesus met, 
 
 With mildest radiance shine. 
 
 To spread the rays of heavenly light ; 
 
 To give the mourner joy ; 
 To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
 
 Was His divine employ. 
 
 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, 
 
 Patient and meek He stood ; 
 His foes, ungrateful, sought His life ; 
 
 He laboured for their good. Enfield. 
 
 Meek souls there are, who little dream 
 
 Their daily strife an angel's theme ; 
 
 And that the end they take so calm, 
 
 Shall prove in heaven a martyr's palm. Anon.
 
 MEETING. 381 
 
 MEETING. 
 
 AND thou shalt put the mercy seat above upon the ark; and in 
 the ark thou shalt put the testimony that I shall give thee. 
 
 And there I will meet with thee, and I will commune with thee 
 from above the mercy seat. Exodus, xxv. 21, 22. 
 
 O, WHEN a mother meets on high 
 
 The babe she lost in infancy, 
 
 Hath she not then for pains and fears, 
 
 The day of woe, the watchful night, 
 
 For all her sorrows, all her tears, 
 
 An over-payment of delight? Southey. 
 
 0, 't is one scene of parting here, 
 
 Love's watchword is farewell! 
 And almost starts the following tear, 
 
 Ere dried the last that fell ! 
 'T is but to feel that one most dear 
 
 Is needful to the heart, 
 And straight a voice is muttering near, 
 
 Imperious, Ye must part ! 
 
 But happiest he, whose gifted eye 
 
 Above this world can see, 
 And those diviner realms descry, 
 
 Where partings cannot be ; 
 Who, with One changeless Friend on high, 
 
 Life's various path has trod, 
 And soars to meet, beyond the sky, 
 
 The ransomed and their God. Townshend. 
 
 Oh, what an all-glorious meeting, 
 
 In yonder bright world we shall know; 
 
 When glorified spirits are greeting 
 The friends they left mourning below. 
 
 Earth's friendships renewed shall then heighten 
 
 The loud-rolling anthem of praise ; 
 While each happy spirit shall brighten 
 
 At the feet of the ancient of days. 
 
 W. J. Brock.
 
 382 MERCY. 
 
 MEECY. 
 
 ALL the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep 
 his covenant and his testimonies. Psalm xxv. 10. 
 
 The Lord is good to all: and His tender mercies are over all His 
 works. Psalm cxlv. 9. 
 
 He that hath mercy on the poor, happy is he. Proverbs, xiv. 21. 
 
 Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. Matthew, 
 v. 7. 
 
 Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also is merciful. Luke, 
 vi. 36. 
 
 YE Sacred Writings! in whose antique leaves, 
 The wondrous deeds of heaven recorded lie, 
 Say what might be the cause, that mercy heaves 
 The dust of sin above the starry sky, 
 And lets it not to dust and ashes fly ? 
 Could Justice be of sin so over-woo'd, 
 Or so great ill be cause of so great good, 
 That, bloody man to save, man's Saviour shed his 
 blood. 
 
 Here, when the ruin of that beauteous frame, 
 
 Whose golden building shin'd with every star 
 Of excellence, deform'd with sin became ; 
 Mercy rememb'ring peace in midst of war, 
 Lift up the music of her voice to bar 
 Eternal fate, lest it should quite erase 
 That from the world, which was the first world's 
 
 grace. 
 And all again into their nothing chaos chase. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; 
 
 And He that might the vantage best have took, 
 
 Found out the remedy. How would you be, 
 
 If He which is the top of judgment, should 
 
 But judge you, as you are r O, think on that! 
 
 And mercy then will breathe within your lips, 
 
 Like men new made. Shakspere. 
 
 It is an attribute of God himself, 
 
 And earthly power doth then show liker God's, 
 
 When mercy seasons justice. Shakspere.
 
 MEBCY. 383 
 
 When winter fortunes cloud the brows 
 
 Of summer friends, when eyes grow strange, 
 When plighted faith forgets its vows, 
 
 When earth and all things in it change, 
 O Lord, thy mercies fail me never 
 Where once thou lovest, thou lovest for ever ! 
 
 John Quarles. 
 
 Mercy is the highest reach of wit, 
 A safety unto them that save with it: 
 Born out of God, and unto human eyes, 
 Like God, not seen, till fleshly passion dies. 
 
 Lord Brooke. 
 'T is He supports my mortal frame, 
 
 My tongue shall speak His praise, 
 My sins would rise His wrath to flame, 
 And yet His wrath delays. 
 
 On a poor worm Thy power might tread, 
 
 And I could ne'er withstand, 
 Thy justice might have crushed me dead, 
 
 But mercy held Thy hand. Watts. 
 
 Hard is his fate who builds his peace of mind 
 
 On the precarious mercy of mankind ; 
 
 Who hopes for wild and visionary things, 
 
 And mounts o'er unknown seas with vent'rous wings. 
 
 Crabbe. 
 
 Though Nature her inverted course forego, 
 The day forget to rest, the time to flow, 
 Yet shall Jehovah's servants stand secure, 
 His Mercy, fixed, eternal shall endure ; 
 On them her everlasting rays shall shine, 
 More mild and bright, and sure, O sun ! than thine. 
 
 Bishop Lowth. 
 
 How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord ! 
 
 How sure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 
 Their help, Omnipotence ! 
 
 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 
 
 Supported by thy care, 
 Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, 
 
 And breathed in tainted air.
 
 384 MEBCY. 
 
 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
 And praise thee for thy mercies past, 
 
 And humbly hope for more. Addison. 
 
 With grief opprest, and prostrate in the dust, 
 
 Shouldst Thou condemn, I own thy sentence just. 
 
 But oh ! Thy softer titles let me claim, 
 
 And plead my cause by Mercy's gentle name. 
 
 Mercy, that wipes the penitential tear, 
 
 And dissipates the horrors of despair ; 
 
 Prom righteous Justice steals the vengeful hour, 
 
 Softens the dreadful attributes of power, 
 
 Disarms the wrath of an offended God, 
 
 And seals my pardon in a Saviour's blood. 
 
 Mrs. Carter. 
 
 O, Thou, whose piercing thought 
 Doth note each secret path, 
 
 For mercy to Thy Throne we fly 
 From man's condemning wrath. 
 
 How fearless should our trust 
 
 In thy compassion be, 
 When from our brother of the dust 
 
 We dare appeal to Thee. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Believe, and fear not ! in the blackest cloud 
 A sunbeam hides ; and from the deepest pang, 
 Some hidden mercy may a God declare ! 
 
 It. Montgomery. 
 By all the tender mercy 
 
 God hath shown to human grief, 
 When fate, or man's perverseness, 
 
 Denied and barr'd relief, 
 By the helpless woe which taught me 
 
 To look to Him alone, 
 From the vain appeals for justice 
 And wild efforts of my own, 
 By thy light thou unseen future, 
 And thy tears thou bitter past, 
 I will hope though all forsake me 
 
 In His Mercy to the last ! Mrs. Norton.
 
 MEECT. 385 
 
 If Heaven 
 
 Did in the balance of strict justice weigh 
 The iniquity of men, who could abide 
 Its judgment ? Did not mercy temper wrath, 
 Eternal ruin would o'erwhelm mankind. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 Mercy descends 
 
 From heaven, and o'er the penitential heart, 
 Rent by the agonizing pains of guilt, 
 Spreads the soft blessings of internal peace. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Mankind are all pilgrims on life's weary road, 
 
 And many would wander astray 
 In seeking eternity's silent abode, 
 
 Did Mercy not point out the way. Gr. P. Morris. 
 
 I hear a sound that comes from far ; 
 
 It fills my soul with joy and love ; 
 Not seraphs' voices sweeter are, 
 
 That echo through the courts above. 
 'Tis mercy's voice that strikes my ear, 
 
 From Calvary it sounds abroad ; 
 It soothes my soul and calms my fear ; 
 
 It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 
 And is it true that many fly 
 
 The sound that bids my soul rejoice, 
 And rather choose with fools to die, 
 
 Than turn an ear to mercy's voice. 
 With such, I own, I once appeared, 
 
 But now I know how great their loss ; 
 For sweeter sounds were never heard, 
 
 Than mercy utters from the cross. Kelly. 
 
 Lord have mercy when we strive 
 To save, through Thee, our souls alive! 
 When the pampered flesh is strong, 
 When the strife is fierce and long ; 
 When our wakening thoughts begin 
 First to loathe their cherished sin, 
 And our weary spirits fail, 
 And our aching brows are pale, 
 
 Oh, then have mercy. Lord ! H. H. Milman, 
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 386 MESSAGE. 
 
 MESSAGE. 
 
 I HAVE a message from God unto thee. Judges, iii. '20. 
 
 The priest's lips should keep knowledge, and they should seek the 
 law at his mouth : for he is the messenger of the Lord of Hosts. 
 Malachi, ii. 7. 
 
 Behold I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way 
 before me. Malachi, iii. 1. 
 
 This is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we 
 should love one another. I. John, iii. 11. 
 
 Gently hast thou told 
 
 Thy message, which might else in telling wound, 
 And in performing end us. Milton. 
 
 O for a message from above 
 
 To bear my spirit up ! 
 Some pledge of my Creator's love 
 To calm my terrors and support my hope ! 
 
 Let waves and thunders mix and roar ; 
 Be thou my God, and the whole world is mine : 
 
 While thou art Sovereign, I 'm secure ; 
 I shall be rich till Thou art poor; 
 For all I fear, and all I wish, Heaven, Earth, and 
 
 Hell, are thine. Watts. 
 
 Oh, there are messengers of wrath, 
 
 And messengers of love ; 
 And each one goeth on his path, 
 
 Commissioned from above. 
 
 Eternal justice sends the one, 
 
 Mercy the other guides ; 
 Their ways at times so nearly run, 
 
 That scarce a line divides. 
 
 Which, oh my soul ! shall come to thee, 
 
 When my last hour is near ? 
 What shall the awful message be, 
 
 That thou shalt trembling hear? 
 
 Momentous question ! yet, alas ! 
 
 But little heed I pay, 
 Although I see the messengers 
 
 Speed by me every day. Eyone.
 
 MESSIAH. 387 
 
 MESSIAH. 
 
 KNOW therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the 
 comma7idment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah 
 the Prince, shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks : the 
 street shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times. 
 
 And after threescore and two weeks shall Messiah be cut off, but 
 not for liimself. Daniel, ix. 25, 26. 
 
 We have found the Messias, which is, being interpreted, the Christ. 
 John, i. 41. 
 
 THE seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, 
 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; 
 But, fixed, His word, His saving power remains ; 
 Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns. 
 
 Pope. 
 
 Messiah comes ! Let furious discord cease ; 
 Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace ! 
 Disease and anguish feel His blest control, 
 And howling fiends release the tortured soul ! 
 The beams of gladness Hell's dark caves illume, 
 And mercy broods above the distant gloom. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 Messiah comes ! ye rugged paths be plain ; 
 The Shiloh comes, ye towering cedars bend ; 
 Swell forth ye valleys ; and, ye rocks descend ; 
 The withered branch let balmy fruits adorn, 
 And clustering roses twine the leafless thorn ; 
 Burst forth, ye vocal groves, your joy to tell 
 The God of Peace redeems His Israel. 
 
 C. H.. Johnson. 
 Rising from His cross and passion, 
 
 Lo ! the King Messiah reigns ; 
 Lord ! the strength of Thy salvation 
 His triumphant joy sustains ; 
 Crowned with conquest 
 Now th' eternal throne He gains. 
 
 Joy and triumph crown the Saviour, 
 
 Seated on the throne above ; 
 There exalted in Thy favour, 
 
 Safely trusting in Thy love : 
 
 TT- ? O- I 
 
 King of Sion ! 
 Never shall Thy throne remove ! Goode.
 
 388 MIND. 
 
 MIND. 
 
 THOU wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee ; 
 because he trusteth in thee. Isaiah, xxvi. 3. 
 
 To be carnally minded is death ; but to be spiritually minded is life 
 and peace. 
 
 Because the carnal mind is enmity against God. Romans, viii. 6, 7 
 A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways. James, i. 8. 
 
 MYLO, forbear to call him blest, 
 
 That only boasts a large estate : 
 Should all the treasures of the west 
 
 Meet, and conspire to make him great, 
 Should a broad stream with golden sands 
 
 Through all his meadows roll, 
 He 's but a wretch, with all his lands, 
 
 That wears a narrow soul. 
 
 Were I so tall as reach the pole, 
 
 Or grasp the ocean with my span, 
 I must be measured by my soul : 
 
 The mind 's the standard of the man. Watts. 
 
 When coldness wraps this suffering clay, 
 Ah, whither strays the immortal mind ? 
 
 It cannot die, it cannot stay, 
 
 But leaves its darken'd oust behind. Byron, 
 
 The insate mind, but from without supplied, 
 
 Languishes on a weak imperfect food ; 
 If sustenance more spiritual be denied, 
 
 With flame consuming on itself 't will brood. 
 
 Sir E. Brydges. 
 
 My voice proclaims 
 How exquisitely the individual Mind 
 (And the progressive powers perhaps no less 
 Of the whole species,) to the External world 
 Is fitted : and how exquisitely too 
 Theme this but little heard of among men 
 The External world is fitted to the Mind ; 
 And the Creation, (by no lower name 
 Can it be called,) which they with blended might 
 Accomplish this is our high argument. Wordsworth.
 
 MINISTEY. 
 
 MINISTEY. 
 
 YE shall be named the Priests of the Lord : men shall call you the 
 ministers of our God. Isaiah, Ixi. 6. 
 
 We will give ourselves continually to prayer, and to the ministry 
 of the word. Acts, vi. 4. 
 
 If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these things, thou shalt 
 be a good minister of Jesus Christ. I. Timothy, iv. 6. 
 
 THEIR ministry performed, and race well run, 
 
 Their doctrine and their story written left, 
 
 They die. Milton. 
 
 From essences unseen, celestial names, 
 
 Enlight'ning spirits and ministerial flames, 
 
 Lift we our reason to that Sovereign Cause, 
 
 Who blessed the whole with life. Prior. 
 
 G-od gives us ministers of love, 
 
 Which we regard not, being near : 
 Death takes them from us, then we feel 
 
 That angels have been with us here ! 
 
 As mother, sister, friend, or wife, 
 
 They guide us, cheer us, soothe our pain; 
 
 And when the grave has closed between 
 Our heart and theirs, we love in vain. 
 
 Aldrich. 
 
 Oh, thou who once on earth, beneath the weight 
 
 Of our mortality did'st live and move, 
 
 The incarnation of profoundest love ; 
 Who, on the Cross, that love didst consumate, 
 
 Whose deep and ample fulness could embrace 
 
 The poorest, meanest of our fallen race ! 
 How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay ? 
 
 By long, loud prayers in gorgeous temples said ? 
 
 By rich oblations on thine altars laid ? 
 Ah no ! not thus thou didst appoint the way. 
 
 When thou wast bowed our human woe beneath, 
 
 Then as a legacy thou didst bequeath 
 Earth's sorrowing children to our ministry; 
 And as we do to them, we do to thee. 
 
 Anne C. Lynch.
 
 390 MIRACLES. 
 
 MIRACLES. 
 
 AFTER these things Jesus went over the sea of Galilee, which is the 
 sea of Tiberias. 
 
 And a great multitude followed him, because they saw his mirm-h-.t 
 which he did on them that were diseased. John, vi. 1, 2. 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you, by miracles, 
 and wonders, and signs. Acts, ii. 22. 
 
 And God wrought special miracles by the hands of Paul 
 
 So that from his body were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs or 
 aprons, and the diseases departed from them, and the evil spirits went 
 out of them. Acts, xix. 11. 12. 
 
 God also bearing them witness, both with signs and wonders, and 
 with divers miracles. Hebrews, ii. 4. 
 
 O, WHAT a scale of miracles is here 
 
 Its lowest round high planted in the skies ; 
 
 Its towering summit lost, beyond the thought 
 
 Of man or angel. Young. 
 
 A miracle, with miracles enclosed, 
 
 Is man; and starts his faith at what is strange? 
 
 What less than wonders from the Wonderful ; 
 
 What less than miracles, from God can flow ? 
 
 Admit a God that mystery supreme, 
 
 That Cause uncaused, all other wonders cease. Young. 
 
 Who ! O, who shall tell 
 
 His acts miraculous 1 When His own decrees 
 Repeals He, or suspends ; when by the hand 
 Of Moses or of Joshua, or the mouths 
 Of His prophetic seers, such deeds He wrought, 
 Before the astonished sun's all-seeing eye, 
 That faith was scarce a virtue. Need I sing 
 The fate of Pharaoh, and his numerous band, 
 Lost in the reflux of the watery walls, 
 That melted to their fluid state again ? 
 Need I recount how Samson's warlike arm 
 With more than mortal nerves was strung, to o'erthrow 
 Idolatrous Philistia? Shall I tell 
 How David triumphed, and what Job sustained ? 
 But, O supreme, unutterable mercy ! 
 Olove unequalled, mystery immense, 
 Which angels long to unfold ! 'T is man's redemption 
 That crowns Thy glory, and Thy power confirms. 
 
 Smart.
 
 MIEACLES. 
 
 When God came down from Heaven, the Living God, 
 What signs and wonders marked His stately way ? 
 
 Brake out the winds in music where He trode ? 
 Shone o'er the heavens a brighter, softer day ? 
 
 The dumb began to speak, the blind to see, 
 And the lame leaped, and pain and darkness fled ; 
 
 The mourner's sunken eye grew bright with glee, 
 And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead. 
 
 H. H. Milman. 
 
 "Come forth !" He cries, "thou dead!" 
 
 O God, what means that strange and sudden sound, 
 That murmurs from the tomb ? That ghastly head, 
 
 With funeral fillets bound ? 
 It is a living form 
 
 The loved, the lost, the won, 
 Won from the grave, corruption, and the worm 
 
 "And is not this the Son 
 
 Of God ?" they whispered, while the sisters poured 
 Their gratitude in tears, for they had known the Lord. 
 
 Dale. 
 
 At His command fled fever, thirsty fiend, 
 Whose parching fire dries up the wholesome blood : 
 And madness wild, whose moon-struck eye-balls glare, 
 With steady gaze, on vacancy : His touch, 
 With healing virtue, from the withered limbs 
 Drove nerveless palsy, that with fatal stroke 
 'Numbs every fibre, grafting death on life 
 Unnatural union ! Scaly leprosy, 
 At His appearance, vanished : dropsy, swol'n, 
 Withdrew his bloated form, and each confessed 
 A present God. William Bolland. 
 
 When raging winds 
 
 Rushed from their caverns, and resistless swept 
 The foaming waves, when hideous roared the storm, 
 As if the wild contending elements 
 Had strove for mastery, at His command 
 The tempest ceased, the towering billows sunk 
 In undulations calm, and zephyrs played 
 Upon the bosom of the peaceful deep. 
 
 William Bolland.
 
 392 MISERY. 
 
 MISERY. 
 
 THOU shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass 
 away. Job, xi. 16. 
 
 To every purpose there is time and jud.sment, therefore the misery 
 of man is great upon him. Ecclesiastes, viii. 6. 
 
 Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall 
 come upon you. James, v. 1. 
 
 TILL in our eyes another sight we met ; 
 When fro my heart a sigh forthwith I fet, 
 Hueing, alas, upon the woeful plight 
 Of Misery, that next appear'd in sight. 
 
 His face was lean, and some deal pined away, 
 And eke his hands consumed to the bone ; 
 But, what his body was, I cannot say, 
 For, on his carcase raiment had he none, 
 Save clouts and patched pierced one by one, 
 With staff in hand, and scrip on shoulders cast, 
 His chief defence against the winter's blast. 
 
 His food, for most, was wild fruits of the tree, 
 Unless sometime some crumbs fell to his share, 
 Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept he, 
 As on the which full daint'ly would he fare ; 
 His drink, the running stream ! his cup, the bare 
 Of his palm closed ; his bed, the hard cold ground, 
 To this poor life was Misery ybound. Sackville. 
 
 I do believe myself the creature, 
 Subject, and soldier, if I so may speak, 
 Of an Almighty Father, King and Lord ; 
 Before whose presence, when my soul shall be 
 Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear, 
 There to remain with all the great and good 
 That e'er have lived on earth ; yea, and with spirits 
 Higher than earth e'er owned, in such pure bliss 
 As human hearts conceive not, if my life, 
 With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance 
 From pard'ning love and mercy ; but if otherwise, 
 That I shall pass into a state of misery, 
 With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons. 
 
 Joanna Baillie
 
 MISSIONARIES. 393 
 
 MISSIONAEIES. 
 
 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth 
 good tidings, that publisheth peace ; that bringeth good tidings of good, 
 that publisheth salvation ; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth ! 
 Isaiah, lii. 7. 
 
 This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for 
 a witness unto all nations: and then shall the end come. Matthew, 
 xxiv. 14. 
 
 They are the messengers of the churches, and the glory of Christ. 
 II. Corinthians, viii. 23. 
 
 BY Heaven directed, by the world reviled, 
 Amidst the wilderness they sought a home, 
 Where beasts of prey and men of murder roam, 
 And untamed Nature holds her revels wild. 
 There on their pious toil their Master smiled, 
 And prospered them, unknown or scorned of men, 
 Till in the satyr's haunt, and dragon's den, 
 A garden bloomed, and savage hordes grew mild. 
 So, in the guilty heart, when heavenly grace 
 Enters, it ceaseth not till it uproot 
 All evil passions from each hidden cell ; 
 Planting again an Eden in their place, 
 Which yields to men and angels pleasant fruit, 
 And God Himself delighteth there to dwell. 
 
 Pringle. 
 
 Strange scenes, strange men, untold, untried distress; 
 Pain, hardships, famine, cold, and nakedness, 
 Diseases ; death, in every hideous form, 
 On shore, at sea, by fire, by flood, by storm ; 
 Wild beasts, and wilder men : unmoved with fear, 
 Health, comfort, safety, life they count not dear, 
 May they but hope a Saviour's love to show, 
 And warn one spirit from eternal woe : 
 Nor will they faint, nor can they strive in vain, 
 Since thus to live is Christ, to die is gain. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, My Church, to thee, 
 
 Peace, like a river, I will send ; 
 The Gentiles in a stream shall see 
 
 My mercy, flowing without end.
 
 394 MISSIONARIES. 
 
 The isles that never heard my fame, 
 
 Nor knew the glory of my might, 
 They shall be taught to fear my name 
 
 Called out of darkness into light. 
 
 And it shall come to pass, that vows 
 
 From Sabbath unto Sabbath day, 
 From moon to moon, in mine own house, 
 
 All nations, tribes, and tongues, shall pay. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 Our prayers be with them we who know 
 
 The value of a soul to save, 
 Must pray for those who seek to show 
 
 The heathen, hope beyond the grave. 
 
 Miss Landon. 
 
 Blessings be on their pathway, and increase ! 
 These are the moral conquerors, and belong 
 To them the palm-branch and triumphal song 
 
 Conquerors, and yet the harbingers of peace ! 
 
 Miss Landon. 
 
 Great Britain has her sons, both frank and brave, 
 Who noble triumphs win, but wear no glave ! 
 Sons who in heart are firm, in toil are free, 
 To spread her glorious name from sea to sea ! 
 Men, who have pushed their conquests wide and far, 
 And changed to pruning-hooks the shafts of war ; 
 Who bear no glittering arms, no banners wave 
 Who strike no blow are stricken but to save ! 
 Yet still they conquer ! and where they appear, 
 The painted savage breaks his poisoned spear ; 
 A bloodless triumph follows in their train 
 For those they vanquish feel no victor's chain ! 
 They conquer ! nor like other conquerors boast 
 A prostrate people and a plundered coast 
 Nor pant to hear a nation's deafening peals, 
 With captive warriors at their chariot wheels 
 Nor hang, like relics, in our holiest fane, 
 The flags that blush with war's unhallowed stains. 
 No, theirs are triumphs war can never bring ! 
 Theirs are the paeans guardian seraphs sing ! 
 Their noblest banner is the Book of Truth ! 
 Their trophies age, and infancy, and youth !
 
 MIS8IONAEIES. 395 
 
 'T is theirs to free exalt and not debase 
 The painted brothers of our common race ! 
 Nor stripe nor tribute nor oppressive sway 
 Degrade their labours, or obstruct their way ! 
 Their watchword still Let war and sorrow cease ! 
 Their noblest epithet The men of peace ! 
 
 Dr. W. Beattie. 
 
 He goes to speak the words of life 
 
 To souls by error tossed : 
 And bear the gospel's joyful sound 
 
 To lands in darkness lost 
 To speak his Master's glorious works, 
 
 His grace and power proclaim, 
 And teach untutored savages 
 
 To breathe Messiah's name. 
 
 And O, the rich reward that waits 
 
 A work of grace like this ! 
 A life of love, a death of peace, 
 
 A Heaven of endless bliss ! 
 Earth's proudest, noblest honours, fall 
 
 Far, far below the prize 
 He gains, who claims this work his own 
 
 His glory never dies ! S. D. Patterson. 
 
 O, bless the pious zeal 
 
 And crown with glad success the labouring sons 
 Of that best charity, whose annual mite 
 Sends forth Thy gospel to the distant isles ! 
 So shall the nations, rescued myriads, hear, 
 And own Thy mercy over all Thy works ! 
 So, from each corner of the enlightened earth, 
 Incessant peals of universal joy 
 Shall hail Thee, heavenly Father, God of all ! 
 
 Madan. 
 
 Where is your heathen brother ? From his grave 
 Near thy own gates, or 'neath a foreign sky, 
 
 From the thronged depths of ocean's mourning wave, 
 His answering blood reproachfully doth cry, 
 
 Blood of the soul ! Can all earth's fountains make 
 
 Thy dark stain disappear ? Stewards of God, awake! 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 396 MOMENT. 
 
 MOMENT MINUTE. 
 
 IN a moment shall they die, and the people shall be troubled at 
 midnight, and pass away. Job, xxxiv. 20. 
 
 Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors 
 about thee : hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the 
 indignation be overpast. Isaiah, xxvi. 20. 
 
 MINUTES are number'd by the fall of sands, 
 
 As by an hour-glass ; the span of time 
 
 Doth waste us to our graves and we look on it. 
 
 An age of pleasures, revell'd out, comes home 
 
 At last, and ends in sorrow ; but the life, 
 
 Weary of riot, numbers every sand, 
 
 Waiting in sighs, until the last drop down ; 
 
 So to conclude calamity in rest. Ford. 
 
 Catch, then, O catch the transient hour, 
 
 Improve each moment as it flies ; 
 Life 's a short summer, man a flower ; 
 
 He dies alas ! how soon he dies ! 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Hark ! What petty pulses, beating, 
 
 Spring new moments into light ; 
 Every pulse, its stroke repeating, 
 
 Sends its moment back to night; 
 Yet not one of all the tram 
 Comes uncall'd, or flits in vain. 
 
 In the highest realms of glory 
 
 Spirits trace, before the throne, 
 On eternal scrolls, the story 
 
 Of each little moment flown ; 
 Every deed, and word, and thought, 
 Through the whole creation wrought. 
 
 Were the volume of a minute 
 
 Thus to mortal sight unroll' d, 
 More of sin and sorrow in it, 
 
 More of man, might we behold, 
 Than on history's broadest page 
 
 In the reliques of an age. 
 
 James Montgomery.
 
 MORNING. 397 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 MT voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning 
 will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up. Psalm v. 3. 
 
 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the 
 morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning. Psalm 
 cxxx. 6. 
 
 Behold the day, behold it is come: the morning is gone forth. 
 Ezekial, vii. 10. 
 
 Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the 
 shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with 
 night. Amos, v. 8. 
 
 WHEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave 
 
 To do the like ; our bodies but forerun 
 The spirit's duty ; true hearts spread and heave 
 
 Unto their God, as flowers do the sun : 
 Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep 
 Him company all day, and in Hun sleep. 
 
 Yet never sleep the sun up ; prayer should 
 Dawn with the day, there are set awful hours 
 
 'Twixt Heaven and us ; the manna was not good 
 After sun-rising, for day sullies flowers. 
 
 Rise to prevent the sun ; sleep doth sins glut, 
 
 And Heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut. 
 
 Walk with thy fellow-creatures ; note the hush 
 And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring 
 
 Or leaf but hath his morning hymn ; each bush 
 And oak doth know I AM canst thou not' sing? 
 
 leave thy cares and follies ! Go this way, 
 
 And thoti art sure to prosper all the da}". 
 
 Mornings are mysteries : the first world's youth, 
 Man's resurrection, and the future's bud, 
 
 Shroud in their births ; the crown of life, light, truth, 
 Is styled their star ; the stone and hidden food : 
 
 Three blessings wait upon them, one of which 
 
 Should move They make us holy, happy, rich. 
 
 Henry VaugJian. 
 
 Again the Lord of life and light 
 
 Awakes the kindling ray, 
 Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
 
 And pours increasing day.
 
 398 MORNING. 
 
 O, what a nigkt was that which wrapp'd 
 
 The heathen world in gloom ! 
 O, what a sun which broke this day 
 
 Triumphant from the tomb ! 
 
 This day be grateful homage paid, 
 
 And loud Hosannah's sung ; 
 Let gladness dwell on every heart, 
 
 And praise on every tongue. 
 
 Then thousand different lips shall join 
 
 To hail this happy morn ; 
 Which scatters blessings from its wings 
 
 On nations yet unborn. Barbauld. 
 
 Through the vales the breezes sigh ; 
 Twilight opes her bashful eye, 
 Peeping from the east, she brings 
 Dew-drops on her dusky wings : 
 And the lark, with wak'ning lay, 
 Upsprings, the harbinger of day. 
 
 Now behold ! the blushing sky 
 Tells the bridegroom sun is nigh ; 
 Nature tunes her joyful lyre, 
 And the trembling stars retire, 
 Him the east, in crimson drest, 
 Ushers, nature's welcome guest, 
 And the mountains of the west 
 Seem to lift their azure heads, 
 Jealous of the smile he sheds. 
 
 Glory, beaming from on high, 
 Charms devotion's lifted eye ; 
 Bliss, to which sluggards ne'er were born, 
 Waits the attendant of the morn. 
 
 Maria Colling. 
 
 The morning breaks, 
 And earth in her Maker's smile awakes ; 
 His light is on all, below and above, 
 The light of gladness, and life, and love. 
 O, then, on the breath of this early air, 
 Send up the incense of grateful prayer ! 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun.
 
 MORNING. 399 
 
 The God of mercy walks His round 
 
 From day to day, from year to year, 
 And warns us each with awful sound, 
 
 "No longer stand ye idle here." 
 
 Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy bright, 
 
 Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, 
 
 Waste not of youth the morning light, 
 Oh fools, why stand ye idle here ? 
 
 And ye, whose scanty locks of grey 
 
 Foretel your latest travail near, 
 How fast declines your useless day, 
 
 And stand ye yet so idle here ? 
 
 One hour remains, there is but one, 
 
 But many a grief and many a tear, 
 Through endless ages, must atone 
 
 For moments lost and wasted here. Ileber. 
 
 Serve G-od at morn, that solemn hallowed hour, 
 When Nature wakes, as from the sleep of death, 
 When the glad song from mountain, grove, and bower, 
 Is heard through heaven and on the earth beneath. 
 Serve God ! Let Him receive thy morning's early 
 breath. Weir. 
 
 Morn is the time to think, 
 
 While thoughts are fresh and free, , 
 Of life, just balanced on the brink 
 
 Of vast eternity ! 
 To ask our souls if they are meet 
 To stand before the judgment seat. Miss Gray. 
 
 New, every morning, is the love 
 Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 New mercies each returning day, 
 
 Hover around us while we pray ; 
 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven. 
 
 Keble.
 
 400 
 
 MOSES. 
 
 So Moses the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab. 
 according to the word of the Lord. 
 
 And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against 
 Beth-peer : but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day. 
 Deuteronomy, xxxiv. 5, 6. 
 
 By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called 
 the son of Pharaoh's daughter; 
 
 Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to 
 enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season ; 
 
 Esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures 
 in Egypt; for he had respect unto the recompense of the reward. 
 Hebrews, xi. 24, 25, 26. 
 
 SLOW glides the Nile ; amid the margin flags, 
 Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left ; 
 Left by a mother's hand. His sister waits 
 Far off; and pale, 'tween hope and fear, beholds 
 The royal maid, surrounded by her train, 
 Approach the river bank ; approach the spot 
 Where sleeps the innocent : she sees them stoop 
 With meeting plumes ; thy rushy lid is ope'd, 
 And wakes the infant smiling in his tears. 
 
 Grahame. 
 
 The son of Amram spurns the regal prize, 
 From the rich scene the zealous hero flies, 
 And dwells 'mongst Israel's sons. Resigned he bears 
 The servile yoke, and every burden shares ; 
 Rather than violate Jehovah's trust, 
 And live the pampered slave of sordid lust, 
 He quits the Egyptian court, and, undismayed, 
 Seeks poverty's inhospitable shade. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 In his hand 
 The rod which blasted, with strange plagues, the 
 
 realm 
 
 Of Mizraim, and from its time-worn channels 
 Upturned the Arabian Sea. Fair was his broad 
 High front, and forth from his soul-piercing eye, 
 Did legislation look. Hillhouse. 
 
 On the Mount 
 
 Of Sinai, whose foundations shook, whose top 
 Was lost in smoke and fire, while seraphim
 
 MOSES. 401 
 
 At distance gazed, full forty days and nights, 
 
 Guest of terrestrial mould, did he sojourn 
 
 Within the dread pavilion, and the veil 
 
 Of cloud and tempest ; there as face to face, 
 
 In visions of beatitude rejoiced 
 
 Past utterance, till his countenance imbibed 
 
 Transcendent splendours. Charles Hoyle. 
 
 Moses, the patriot fierce, became 
 
 The meekest man on earth, 
 To show us how love's quickening flame 
 
 Can give our souls new birth. 
 
 Moses, the man of meekest heart, 
 
 Lost Canaan by self-will, 
 To show, where Grace has done its part, 
 
 How sin defiles us still. Lyra Apostolica. 
 
 Sweet was the journey to the sky 
 
 The holy prophet tried ; 
 "Climb up the mount," said God, "and die" 
 
 The prophet climbed, and died. 
 
 Softly his fainting head he lay 
 
 Upon his Maker's breast ; 
 His Maker soothed his soul away, 
 
 And laid his flesh to rest. 
 
 In God's own arms he left the breath 
 
 That God's own Spirit gave ; 
 His was the noblest road to death, 
 
 And his the sweetest grave. Watts . 
 
 God made his grave, to men unknown, 
 
 Where Moab's rocks a vale infold; 
 And laid the aged seer alone, 
 
 To slumber while the world grows old. 
 Thus still, where'er the good and just 
 
 Close the dim eye on life and pain, 
 Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust, 
 
 Till the pure spirit comes again. 
 
 W. C. 
 
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 402 MOTHER. 
 
 MOTHER. 
 
 HE uiaketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful 
 mother of children. Praise ye the Lord. Psalm cxiii. 9. 
 
 Despise uot thy mother when she is old. Proverbs, xxiii. 22. 
 
 Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother, and his mothi'r'x 
 sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. 
 
 When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, 
 whom he loved, he saith unto his mot/icr, Woman, behold thy son! 
 
 Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother .' And from that 
 hour that disciple took her into his own home. John, six. 2o, 2$, 
 27. 
 
 HER pious love excelled to all she bore ; 
 
 New objects only multiplied it more ; 
 
 And as the chosen found the pearly grain 
 
 As much as every vessel could contain : 
 
 As in the blissful vision, each shall share, 
 
 As much of glory as his soul can bear, 
 
 So did she love, and so dispense her care. Dryden. 
 
 But when I go 
 
 To my lone bed, I find no mother there ; 
 And weeping kneel, to say the prayer she taught ; 
 Or when I read the Bible that she loved, 
 Or to her vacant seat at church draw near, 
 And think of her, a voice is in my heart, 
 Bidding me early seek my God, and love 
 My Blessed Saviour ; and that voice is her's, 
 I know it is, because these were the words 
 She used to speak so tenderly, with tears, 
 At the still twilight hour, or when we walked 
 Forth in the Spring, among rejoicing birds, 
 Or peaceful talked beside the Winter hearth. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney. 
 But if in yon immortal clime, 
 
 Where flows no parting tear, 
 That root of earthly love may grow, 
 
 Which struck so deeply here; 
 With what a tide of boundless bliss, 
 
 A thrill of rapture wild, 
 An angel mother in the skies. 
 Will greet her cherub child. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 MOTHEE. 403 
 
 And say to mothers what a holy charge 
 Is theirs with what a kingly power their love 
 Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind. 
 Warn them to wake at early dawn, and sow 
 Good seed before the world has sown its tares. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Hast thou sounded the depths of yonder sea, 
 And counted the sands that under it be P 
 Hast thou measured the height of heaven above ? 
 Then may'st thou mete out a mother s love. 
 
 Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on 
 To the throne of God some wandering son ? 
 Hast thou witnessed the angel's bright employ ? 
 Then may'st thou speak of a mother s joy. 
 
 Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee 
 Go forth on her errands of industry, 
 The bee for himself hath gathered and toiled, 
 But the mother s cares are all for her child. 
 
 Hast thou gone with the traveller Thought afar 
 From pole to pole, and from star to star ? 
 Thou hast but on ocean, earth, and sea, 
 The heart of a mother has gone with thee. 
 
 There is not a grand, inspiring thought, 
 There is not a truth by wisdom taught, 
 There is not a feeling pure and high, 
 That may not be read in a mother s eye. , 
 
 And ever, since earth began, that look 
 Has been to the wise an open book, 
 To win them back from the lore they prize, 
 To the holier love that edifies. 
 
 There are teachings in earth, and sky, and air, 
 The heavens the glory of God declare; 
 But louder than voice, beneath, above, 
 He is heard to speak through a mother s love. 
 
 Emily Taylor. 
 
 The mother's love there's none so pure, 
 
 So constant, and so kind, 
 No human passion doth endure 
 
 Like this within the mind. Mrs. Hale.
 
 404 MOTHER. 
 
 Lo ! where yon cottage whitens through the green, 
 The loveliest feature of a matchless scene; 
 Beneath its shading elm, with pious fear, 
 An aged mother draws her children near ; 
 While from the Holy Word, with earnest air, 
 She teaches them the privilege of prayer. 
 Look ! How their infant eyes with rapture speak ; 
 Mark the flushed lily on the dimpled cheek ; 
 Their hearts are filled with gratitude and love, 
 Their hopes are centred in a world above, 
 Where, in a choir of angels, Faith portrays 
 The loved, departed, father of their days. 
 
 JSufus Dawes. 
 
 By thee, dear Mother, o'er whose darksome bed 
 Summer now pours his beams in vain by thee 
 Gladly my infant love of flowers was fed ; 
 
 By thee my steps through flow'ry tracts were led, 
 Where ne'er mine eye could aught but beauty see ; 
 Throughout our home exotics perfume shed, 
 In sooth, it was fair Flora's treasury ! 
 
 Thy love, and use of heaven's blest means of grace, 
 Faith bids me trust, have placed thee with thy God, 
 Where flowers unfading deck the lovely place. 
 
 Oh, when I 've closed my toilsome earthly race, 
 With thee may those bright scenes by me be trod, 
 With thee may I behold th' eternal face. 
 
 William Pulling. 
 A mother's love 
 
 Is an undying feeling. Earth may chill 
 And sever other sympathies, and prove 
 
 How weak all human bonds are ; it may kill 
 Friendships, and crush hearts with them but the thrill 
 
 Of the maternal breast must ever move 
 In blest communion with her child, and fill 
 
 Even Heaven itself with prayers and hymns of love. 
 
 S. D. Patterson. 
 
 I see my mother s calm, sad face 
 
 Look through the mist of by-gone years ; 
 
 And from yon high and holy place, 
 Her accents come unto mine ears, 
 To bid me hope amid my fears. Egone.
 
 MOUNTAIN. 405 
 
 MOUNTAIN. 
 
 As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round 
 about his people from henceforth even for ever. Psalm cxxv. 2. 
 
 It shall come to pass in the last days, that the mountain of the 
 Lord's house shall be established in the top of the mountains, and 
 shall be exalted above the hills ; and all nations shall flow unto it. 
 Isaiah, ii. 2. 
 
 ONCE more, hoar mount ! with thy sky-pointing peak, 
 
 Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, 
 
 Shoots downward, glittering through the pine serene, 
 
 Into the depths of clouds that veil thy breast 
 
 Thou too again stupendous mountain ! thou 
 
 That, as I raise my head, awhile bow'd low 
 
 In adoration, upward from thy base 
 
 Slow-travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, 
 
 Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud, 
 
 To rise before me rise, O ever rise, 
 
 Hise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! 
 
 Thou kingly spirit throned amongst the hills. 
 
 Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, 
 
 Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, 
 
 And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, 
 
 Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 Behold ! the mountain of the Lord 
 In later days shall rise 
 
 On mountain tops above the hills, 
 And draw the wondering eyes : 
 
 To this the joyful nations round, 
 
 All tribes and tongues shall flow ; 
 "Up to the hill of God," they '11 say, 
 
 And to his house we '11 go. 
 
 The beam that shines from Zion's hill, 
 
 Shall lighten every land ; 
 The King who reigns in Salem's towers, 
 
 Shall all the world command. Logan. 
 
 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 
 
 There, adoring at His feet, 
 Mark that miracle of time, 
 
 God's own sacrifice complete. J. Montgomery.
 
 406 MOUENING. 
 
 MOUKNING. 
 
 I AM troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the 
 day long. Psalm xxxviii. 6. 
 
 Thy sun shall no more go down ; neither shall thy moon withdraw 
 itself : for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of 
 thy mourning shall be ended. Isaiah, Ix. 20. 
 
 Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Matthew, 
 v. 4. 
 
 O MAN ! while in thy early years, 
 
 How prodigal of time! 
 Misspending all thy precious hours, 
 
 Thy glorious youthful prime ! 
 Alternate follies take the sway ; 
 
 Licentious passions burn ; 
 Which tenfold force gives nature's law, 
 
 That man was made to mourn. 
 
 Many and sharp the num'rous ills 
 
 Inwoven with our fame ! 
 More pointed still we make ourselves, 
 
 Regret, remorse, and shame ! 
 And man, whose heaven-erected face 
 
 The smiles of love adorn, 
 Man's inhumanity to man 
 
 Makes countless thousands mourn. 
 
 See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight ; 
 
 So abject, mean, and vile, 
 Who begs a brother of the earth 
 
 To give him leave to toil ; 
 And see his lordly fellow-worm 
 
 The poor petition spurn, 
 Unmindful tho' a weeping wife 
 
 And helpless offspring mourn. 
 
 Yet let not this too much, my son, 
 
 Disturb thy youthful breast ; 
 This partial view of human kind 
 
 Is surely not the best ! 
 The poor, oppressed, honest man, 
 
 Had never, sure, been born, 
 Had there not been some recompense 
 
 To comfort those that mourn. Burns.
 
 MOURNING. 407 
 
 God of my life, to thee I call, 
 Afflicted at Thy feet I fall ; 
 When the great waterfloods prevail, 
 Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 
 
 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, 
 
 And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ? 
 
 Does not Thy word still fix'd remain, 
 
 That none shall seek Thy face in vain ? Cowper. 
 
 We mourn for those who toil, 
 
 The slave who ploughs the main, 
 Or him who hopeless tills the soil 
 
 Beneath the stripe and chain ; 
 For those who in the world's hard race, 
 
 O'erwearied and unblest, 
 A host of restless phantoms chase, 
 
 Why mourn for those who rest? 
 
 We mourn for those who sin, 
 
 Bound in the tempter's snare, 
 Whom syren pleasure beckons in 
 
 To prisons of despair, 
 Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn, 
 
 Are wrecked on folly's shore, 
 But why in sorrow should we mourn 
 
 For those who sin no more ? 
 
 We mourn for those who weep, 
 
 Whom stern afflictions bend 
 With anguish o'er the lowly sleep 
 
 Of lover or of friend ; 
 But they to whom the sway 
 
 Of pain and grief is o'er, 
 Whose tears our God hath wiped away 
 
 Oh ! mourn for them no more ! 
 
 Mrs. Siffourney. 
 
 When mourning o'er some stone I bend, 
 Which covers all that was a friend ; 
 And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
 Divides me for a little while ; 
 Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
 For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 
 
 R. Grant.
 
 408 MURDER. 
 
 MURDER. 
 
 JESUS said, Thou shalt do no murder. Matthew, xix. 18. 
 
 Whosoever hateth his brother, is a murderer; and ye know that 
 no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him. I. John, iii. 15. 
 
 THE great King of kings 
 Hath in the table of His law commanded 
 That thou shalt do no murder ; wilt thou then 
 Spurn at His edict, and fulfil a man's ? Shdkspere. 
 
 Other sins only speak ; murder shrieks out. 
 
 The element of water moistens the earth, 
 
 But hlood mounts upwards. John Webster. 
 
 Silently, swift as the lightning's blast, 
 
 A hand of fire across his temples passed ; 
 
 He ran, as in the terror of a dream, 
 
 To quench his burning anguish in the stream ; 
 
 But, bending o'er the brink, the swelling wave 
 
 Back to his eye the branded visage gave ; 
 
 As soon on murdered Abel durst he look : 
 
 Yet power to fly his palsied limbs forsook ; 
 
 There turned to stone, for his presumptuous crime, 
 
 A monument of wrath to latest time, 
 
 Might Cain have stood ; but mercy raised his head 
 
 In prayer for help, his strength returned, he fled. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 The murderer has no past 
 But one eternal present. T. N. Talfourd. 
 
 He told how murderers walked the earth 
 
 Beneath the curse of Cain ; 
 With crimson clouds before their eyes, 
 
 And flames about their brain : 
 For blood has left upon their souls 
 
 Its everlasting stain ! Thomas Hood. 
 
 Lo, on the everlasting stone engraved, 
 
 "No murder shalt thou do." From God to man 
 
 The solemn law came down : by specious gloss 
 
 Of subtle learning, seek not to evade 
 
 The great command. Samuel Hayes.
 
 MUSIC. 409 
 
 MUSIC. 
 
 SING unto Him a new song ; play skilfully with a loud noise. 
 Psalm xxxiii. 3. 
 
 Praise Him with, the sound of the trumpet : praise Him with the 
 psaltery and harp. Psalm cl. 3. 
 
 Comet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of 
 music. Daniel, iii. 5. 
 
 That chant to the sound of the viol, and invent to themselves 
 instruments of mutic like David. Amos, vi. 5. 
 
 How sour sweet music is 
 When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! 
 So is it in the music of men's lives. Shdkspere. 
 
 There let the pealing organ blow, 
 
 To the full-voiced choir below, 
 
 In service high, and anthems clear, 
 
 As may with sweetness through mine ear 
 
 Dissolve me into ecstacies, 
 
 And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 The church triumphant, and the church below, 
 
 In songs of praise their present union show; 
 
 Their joys are full ; our expectation long, 
 
 In life we differ, but we join the song. 
 
 Angels and we, assisted by this art, 
 
 May sing together, though we dwell apart. Waller. 
 
 Hark ! the organs blow 
 
 Their swelling notes 'round the cathedral's dome, 
 And grace the harmonious choir, celestial feast 
 To pious ears, and med'cine of the mind ! 
 The thrilling trebles, and the manly base, 
 Join in accordance meet, and with one voice 
 All to the sacred subject suit their song ; 
 While in each breast sweet melancholy reigns, 
 Angelically pensive, till the joy 
 Improves and purifies. Smart. 
 
 Born on the swelling notes, our soul aspire, 
 
 While solemn airs improve the sacred fire, 
 
 And angels lean from Heaven to hear. Pope.
 
 410 MUSIC. 
 
 Should the well-meant songs I leave behind, 
 With Jesus' lovers an acceptance find, 
 'T will heighten even the joys of Heaven, to know 
 That in my verse the saints hymn God below. 
 
 Bishop Ken. 
 
 The song of Zion is a tasteless thing, 
 Unless when rising on a joyful wing, 
 The soul can mix with the celestial bands, 
 And give the strain the compass it demands. 
 
 Cowper. 
 How shall the harp of poesy regain 
 
 That old victorious tone of prophet-years 
 A spell divine o'er guilt's perturbing fears, 
 And all the hovering shadows of the brain ? 
 Dark, evil wings took flight before the strain, 
 And showers of holy quiet, with its fall, 
 Sank on the soul : O. who may now recall 
 The mighty music's consecrated reign ? 
 Spirit of God ! whose glory once o'erhung 
 A throne, the Ark's dread cherubim between, 
 So let Thy presence brood, though now unseen, 
 O'er those two powers by whom the harp is strung 
 Feeling and thought ! till the rekindled chords 
 Give the long-buried tone back to immortal words. 
 
 Mrs. He mans. 
 
 O, surely melody from Heaven was sent 
 To cheer the soul, when tired with human strife, 
 To soothe the wayward heart by sorrow rent, 
 And soften down the rugged road of life. 
 
 Kirlte White. 
 
 O, what a gentle ministrant is music 
 
 To piety to mild, to penitent piety ! 
 
 O, it gives plumage to the tardy prayer 
 
 That lingers in our lazy, earthly air, 
 
 And melts with it to Heaven. H. H. Mi/man. 
 
 Music, the tender child of rudest times, 
 The gentle native of all lands and climes ; 
 Who hymns alike man's cradle and his grave, 
 Lulls the low cot, or peals along the nave. 
 
 Mrs. Norton.
 
 MUSIC. 411 
 
 'T is He that taught the lark, from earth upspringing, 
 
 To warble forth his matin strain ; 
 And the pure stream, in liquid gushes singing, 
 
 Gladly to bless the thirsty plain ; 
 And from the laden bee, when homeward winging 
 Its tuneful flight doth not disdain, 
 
 To hear the song of praise. 
 There 's not a voice in Nature, but is telling 
 
 (If we will hear that voice aright,) 
 How much, when human hearts with love are swelling, 
 His blessed bosom hath delight 
 In our rejoicing lays. 
 His love, that never slumbers, 
 Taught thee those tuneful numbers. Bethune. 
 
 But O, her richest, dearest notes to man, 
 
 In strains aerial over Bethlehem poured, 
 
 When He, whose brightness is the light of Heaven, 
 
 To earth descending, for a mortal's form, 
 
 Laid by His glory, save one radiant mark, 
 
 That moved through space, and o'er the infant hung, 
 
 He summoned Music to attend Him here, 
 
 Announcing peace below ! 
 
 He called her, too, 
 
 To sweeten that sad Supper, and to twine 
 Her mantles round Him and His few grieved friends, 
 To join their mournful spirits with the hymn, 
 Ere to the Mount of Olives He went out 
 So sorrowful. 
 
 And now, His blessed word, 
 A sacred pledge, is left to dying man, 
 That at His second coming, in His power, 
 Music shall still be with Him, and her voice 
 Sound through the tombs, and wake the dead to life. 
 
 Hannah F. Gould. 
 
 The solemn hymn to ancient music set 
 In many a heart response of memory met. 
 To me, it seemed departed Sabbaths hung 
 Upon those notes, which gave the past a tongue 
 To speak again in voices from the dead, 
 And wake an echo from their silent bed. 
 
 Elizabeth Bogart,
 
 412 MYSTERY. 
 
 MYSTERY. 
 
 BEHOLD I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall 
 all be changed. 
 
 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump. I. 
 Corinthians, xv. 51, 52. 
 
 The mystery which hath been hid from ages and from generations, 
 but now is made manifest to his saints. Colossians, i. 26. 
 
 Praying also for us, that God would open unto us a door of utter- 
 ance, to speak the mystery of Christ. Colossians, iv. 3. 
 
 WITH outstretched arms, 
 Stern justice and soft-smiling love embrace, 
 Supporting, in full majesty, thy throne, 
 When seemed its majesty to need support, 
 Or that, or man, inevitably lost : 
 What, but the fathomless of love divine 
 Could labour such expedient from despair, 
 And rescue both ? Both rescue ? Both exalt ! 
 O, how are both exalted by the deed ! 
 The wondrous deed ! or shall I call it more ? 
 A wonder in Omnipotence itself! 
 A mystery no less to gods than men. Young, 
 
 Hail, Sovereign Lord ! by all Thy works confess'd ! 
 By angels worship'd, and by saints address'd ! 
 Hail, Sovereign Lord! mysterio us Wisdom ! hail; 
 In'whom the Father and His fulness dwell. 
 Injfvhom the Godhead and the man unite, 
 Stamp of His form, and glory of His light ! 
 In whom complete, in Thee completed shine, 
 The God incarnate, and the man divine. 
 Mysterious truth ! withheld from reason's eye ; 
 Outcast on earth ! but loftiest on high! 
 Hail, wondrous cross ! yet how more wondrous He 
 That cross who bore ! Thyself its mystery ! 
 And borne for man ! a greater mystery still ; 
 So great Thy love, and love's mysterious will! 
 
 Peronnet. 
 
 That things to mortals are mysterious, 
 Is not because the things themselves are dark, 
 But the perceptions through which they are viewed. 
 
 David Sates.
 
 NAME. 413 
 
 NAME. 
 
 THOU shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. 
 Exodus, xx. 7. 
 
 Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for 
 evermore. Psalm cxiii. 2. 
 
 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. Proverbs, 
 xxii. 1. 
 
 God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is 
 above every name. 
 
 That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow. Philippians, 
 ii. 9, 10. 
 
 WB wish, our names eternally to live. 
 
 Wild dream ! which ne'er had haunted human thought, 
 
 Had not our natures been eternal too. 
 
 Instinct points out an interest in hereafter, 
 
 But our blind reason sees not where it lies ; 
 
 Or seeing, gives the substance for the shade. 
 
 Young. 
 In the fair book of life and grace, 
 
 O may I find my name 
 Recorded in some humble place, 
 
 Beneath my Lord the Lamb. Watts. 
 
 I read His awful name emblazoned high, 
 With golden letters, on the illumined sky ; 
 Nor less the mystic characters I see 
 Wrought in each flower, inscribed on every tree : 
 In every leaf that trembles to the breeze, 
 I hear the voice of God among the trees. 
 
 Mrs. Barbauld. 
 Wide he extends 
 
 His royalties, and still the throne adorns 
 With piety and mercy. Loved and feared. 
 Twice twenty years, with equitable hand, 
 He sways the sceptre ; then in peace repose 
 His ashes, but his name lives evermore. 
 
 Charles Hoyle. 
 
 O blessed Father, righteous Lord ! 
 Within Thy book of life record 
 
 My undeserving name ; 
 Teach me to know and do Thy will ; 
 My heart with holy longings fill, 
 
 And heavenly love inflame. Bayly.
 
 414 NAME. 
 
 Alone I walk'd the ocean strand, 
 A pearly shell was in my hand ; 
 I stoop'd and wrote upon the sand 
 
 My name, the year, the day. 
 As onward from the spot I pass'd, 
 One lingering look I fondly cast ; 
 A wave came rolling high and fast, 
 
 And wash'd my lines away. 
 
 And so, methought, 't will shortly be 
 With every mark on earth from me ; 
 A wave of dark oblivion's sea 
 
 Will sweep across the place 
 Where I have trod the sandy shore 
 Of time, and been to be no more ; 
 Of me my day the name I bore, 
 
 To leave no track nor trace. 
 
 And yet with Him, who counts the sands, 
 And holds the waters in His hands, 
 I know a lasting record stands 
 
 Inscribed against my name, 
 Of all this mortal part has wrought 
 Of all this thinking soul has thought, 
 And from these fleeting moments caught 
 
 For glory or for shame. Miss Oould. 
 
 The card-built house amused our infant age ; 
 
 The child was pleased ; but' is the man more sage? 
 
 A breath could level childhood's tottering toy : 
 
 See manhood effort, art, and time employ, 
 
 To build that brittle name a whisper can destroy ! 
 
 There is a Book where nought our name can spot, 
 If we ourselves refuse to fix the blot ; 
 'Tis kept by One that sets alike at nought 
 The tale with malice or with flatt'ry fraught, 
 He reads the heart, and sees the whisper in the 
 thought. C. C. Colton. 
 
 Jesus, the spring of joys divine, 
 
 Whence all our hopes and comforts flow : 
 
 Jesus, no other name but Thine 
 
 Can save us from eternal woe. Steele.
 
 415 
 
 NATURE. 
 
 O LORD God of hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto Thee? 
 
 Thou rulest the raging of the sea : when the waves thereof arise, 
 Thou stillest them. 
 
 The heavens are Thine, the earth also is Thine : as for the world 
 and the fulness thereof, Thou hast founded them. Psalm Ixxxix. 8, 
 9, 11. 
 
 The Lord is a great God, and a Great King above all Gods. 
 
 In His hand are the deep places of the earth ; the strength of the 
 hills is His also. 
 
 The sea is His, and he made it ; and His hands formed the dry 
 land. Psalm xcv. 3, 4, 5. 
 
 Mine hand also hath laid the foundation of the earth, and my right 
 hand hath spanned the heavens; when I call unto them they stand 
 uji together. Isaiah, xlviii. 13. 
 
 FROM dearth to plenty, and from death to life, 
 
 Is Nature s progress, when she lectures man 
 
 In heavenly truth ; evincing as she makes 
 
 The grand transition, that there lives and works 
 
 A soul in all things, and that soul is God. Cowper. 
 
 Nature, employed in her allotted place, 
 
 Is hand-maid to the purposes of Grace ; 
 
 By good vouchsafed, makes known superior good, 
 
 And bliss not seen, by blessings understood. 
 
 Coivper. 
 
 He looks abroad into the varied field 
 Of Nature ; and though poor, perhaps, compared 
 With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, 
 Calls the delightful scenery all his own. 
 His are the mountains, and the valleys his, 
 And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy 
 With a propriety that none can feel, 
 But who, with filial confidence inspired, 
 Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, 
 And smiling say, "My Father made them all!" 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 By swift degrees the love of Nature works, 
 And warms the bosom ; till, at last sublimed 
 To rapture and enthusiastic heat, 
 We feel the present Deity, and taste 
 The joy of God to see a happy world. Thomson.
 
 416 NATUEE. 
 
 Prom Nature s constant or eccentric laws, 
 
 The thoughtful soil this general inference draws 
 
 That an effect must pre-suppose a cause. Prior. 
 
 All Nature is but art, unknown to thee ; 
 
 All chance, direction which thou canst not see ; 
 
 All discord, harmony not understood ; 
 
 All partial evil, universal good. Pope. 
 
 Read Nature ; Nature is a friend to truth : 
 Nature is Christian ; preaches to mankind ; 
 And bids dead matter aid us in our creed. Young. 
 
 How faint is language when we strive to sing 
 
 The beauties of the Almighty hand ! 
 Each year upon our outward sense they win, 
 With all increasing and still varying force ; 
 
 The seasons, days, months, years, incessant bring 
 
 Contrasting changes ! First seeds, leaves, expand 
 As the young years with tender warmth begin, 
 Then bloom and fruit, and life bursts from its source, 
 
 In animated Nature, then decays, 
 And with revolving time is still renew'd. 
 Thus hope's bright beam the distant scene displays 
 
 Where no repelling shadows may intrude ; 
 So life may joyous be, and genius dwells 
 In new awaked fires, and fresh enchantment spells. 
 
 Sir JS. Brydges. 
 
 Almighty Father ! such the lesson is 
 That in these cool and venerable woods, 
 I con to-day ; and firmer in my breast, 
 By every syllable, these truths are fixed 
 That Thou art the Beginning and the End 
 Of all this glorious work, and that Thy love 
 Pervades the universe ; and that Thy smile 
 Seeketh all hearts, to sun them ; and that Thou, 
 In every glorious thing we here behold, 
 Declarest and reveal'st Thyself to be 
 The Majesty Supreme Eternal God. 
 
 W. D. Gallagher.
 
 NATUKE. 417 
 
 Nature's self, which is the breath of God, 
 Or His pure Word by miracle revealed. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Nature, when sprung thy glorious frame ? 
 My Maker called me, and I came. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Live thou with God in Nature : never falter 
 
 In thy communings with Him. Be 
 Like those blest birds we read of in the Psalter. 
 
 Who found a home from peril free 
 In God's own house, and nestled near His altar, 
 Making it ring with melody. 
 
 That temple stands no more, 
 But Nature standeth still ; God's holy presence 
 
 Abideth with us, and the offering 
 Of thankful joy to Him whose perfect essence 
 Is perfect love, our glowing lips may bring, 
 Till this brief life is o'er ; 
 And in a brighter, better, 
 Our spirits know no fetter. Bethune* 
 
 Never have the works of Nature 
 
 Yet to mortal man revealed, 
 How his much offended Maker 
 
 May to him be reconciled. 
 
 Flower, nor tree, nor rock, nor mountain, 
 
 Ever yet have showed the way, 
 Ever told him of a Fountain 
 
 That could wash his guilt away. 
 
 Man could never yet discover, 
 
 From the sky, the earth, the sea, 
 When his days on earth are over, 
 
 Where or what his state should be. 
 
 But the page of inspiration 
 
 Casts a light upon the whole, 
 Bringing peace and consolation 
 
 To the never-dying soul. Alexander Letham. 
 * 2s
 
 418 NIGHT. 
 
 NIGHT. 
 
 DAY unto day uttereth speesh, and night unto night showcth. know- 
 ledge. Psalm xix. 2. 
 
 Thou inakest darkness, and it is night. Psalm civ. 20. 
 
 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me ; even the night shall 
 be light about me. 
 
 Yea, the darkness hideth not from Thee ; but the night shineth as 
 the day : the darkness and the light are both alike to Thee. Psalm 
 cxxxix. 11, 12. 
 
 ONE sun by day, by night ten thousand shine, 
 
 And light us deep into the Deity ; 
 
 How boundless in magnificence is night ! 
 
 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, 
 
 From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, 
 
 Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! 
 
 Nor tarries there, I feel it at my heart. 
 
 My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; 
 
 Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. 
 
 Who sees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? 
 
 Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen P 
 
 Material offspring of Omnipotence ! 
 
 Inanimate, all animating birth ! 
 
 Work worthy Him who made it ! worthy praise ! 
 
 All praise ! praise more than human ! nor denied 
 
 Thy praise divine ! But tho' man, drown'd in sleep, 
 
 Withholds his homage, not alone I wake ; 
 
 Bright legions swarm unseen, and sing, unheard 
 
 By mortal ear, the glorious Architect, 
 
 In this his universal temple hung 
 
 With lustres, with innumerable lights, 
 
 That shed religion on the soul ; at once 
 
 The temple and the preacher ! O how loved 
 
 It calls devotion ! genuine growth of night ! Young. 
 
 The glorious sun is gone, 
 
 And the gathering darkness of night comes on. 
 Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows, 
 To shade the couch where His children repose. 
 Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright, 
 And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun.
 
 NIGHT. 419 
 
 And still as day concludes in night 
 
 To break again with new-born light, 
 
 God's wondrous bounty let me find, 
 
 With still a more enlightened mind ; 
 
 When Grace and Love in one agree, 
 
 Grace from God and Love from me ; 
 
 Grace that will from Heaven inspire, 
 
 Love that seals it in desire. Parnell. 
 
 Now, with religious awe, the farewell light 
 Blends with the solemn colouring of the night. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Ye quenchless stars ! so eloquently bright ; 
 Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night, 
 While half the world is lapp'd in blissful dreams, 
 And round the lattice creep your fairy beams, 
 How sweet to gaze upon those placid eyes, 
 In lambent beauty looking from the skies ! 
 And when, oblivious of the world, we stray 
 At dead of night along some noiseless way, 
 How the heart mingles with a moon-lit hour, 
 And feels from heaven a sympathetic power ! 
 See ! not a cloud careers yon pathless deep 
 Of molten azure, mute as lovely sleep; 
 Full in her pallid light the moon presides, 
 Shrined in a halo, mellowing as she rides ; 
 And far around, the forest and the stream 
 Wear the rich garment of her woven beam. 
 The lull'd winds, too, are sleeping in her caves, 
 No stormy prelude rolls upon the waves; 
 Nature is hush'd, as if her works ador'd, 
 Still'd into homage of her living Lord ! 
 
 jR. Montgomery. 
 
 O, blessed Night! that comes to rich and poor 
 Alike ; bringing us dreams that lure 
 
 Our hearts to One above ! Henry B. Hirst. 
 
 Clouds and thick darkness are thy throne, 
 Thy wonderful pavilion ; 
 O, dart from thence a shining ray, 
 And then my midnight shall be day ! 
 
 Thomas Flatman.
 
 420 OBEDIENCE. 
 
 OBEDIENCE DISOBEDIENCE. 
 
 FOB as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so by 
 the obedience of one sball many be made righteous. Romans, v. 19. 
 
 Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, 
 his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or 
 of obedience unto righteousness? Romans, vi. 16. 
 
 Though He were a Son, yet learned He obfJienee by the things which 
 He suffered. Hebrews, v. 8. 
 
 THE will of heav'n 
 Be done in this and all things ! I obey. Shakspere. 
 
 Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit 
 
 Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste 
 
 Brought death into the world, and all our woe, 
 
 With loss of Eden, till one greater Man 
 
 Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, 
 
 Sing Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top 
 
 Of Oreb or of Sinai, didst inspire 
 
 That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed 
 
 In the beginning, how the heavens and earth 
 
 Hose out of Chaos. Or if Sion hill 
 
 Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd 
 
 Fast by the oracle of God; I thence 
 
 Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, 
 
 That with no middle flight intends to soar 
 
 Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues 
 
 Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme. 
 
 And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer 
 
 Before all temples, th' upright heart and pure, 
 
 Instruct me, for Thou know'st : Thou, from the first 
 
 Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, 
 
 Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, 
 
 And mad'st it pregnant. What in me is dark 
 
 Illumine ; what is low raise and support ; 
 
 That to the height of this great argument 
 
 I may assert eternal Providence, 
 
 And justify the ways of God to men. 
 
 Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from Thy view, 
 
 Nor the deep tract of hell ; say first what cause 
 
 Moved our grand parents, in that happy state 
 
 Favoured of Heaven so highly, to fall off 
 
 From their Creator, and transgress His will.
 
 OBEDIENCE. 421 
 
 For one restraint, lords of the world besides P 
 
 Who first seduced them to that foul revolt ? 
 
 Th' infernal serpent : he it was whose guile, 
 
 Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived 
 
 The mother of mankind, what time his pride 
 
 Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host 
 
 Of rebel angels ; by whose aid, aspiring 
 
 To set himself in glory 'bove his peers, 
 
 He trusted to have equalled the Most High, 
 
 If He opposed ; and, with ambition's aim 
 
 Against the throne and monarchy of God, 
 
 Raised impious war in Heaven, and battle proud 
 
 With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power 
 
 Hurled headlong naming from th' ethereal sky, 
 
 With hideous ruin and combustion, down 
 
 To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell 
 
 In adamantine chains and penal fire, 
 
 Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms. Milton. 
 
 Nor can this be 
 
 But by fulfilling that which thou didst want 
 Obedience to the law of God, imposed 
 On penalty of death. Milton. 
 
 Flatter not folly with an idle faith, 
 
 Nor let earth stand upon her own desert ; 
 
 But show what wisdom in the Scripture saith 
 The fruitful hand doth shew the fruitful heart ; 
 
 Believe the word, and thereto bend thy will, 
 
 And teach obedience for a blessed skill. 
 
 Nicholas Breton. 
 
 Other bond have I 
 
 None with the Father, but obedience whole. 
 The Son returns through all eternity 
 Entire obedience to the Father's will 
 Inscrutable, devout and finally 
 Belying on his love, that shall fulfil 
 All gracious purposes and so became 
 The Mediator to all creatures, till 
 God shall be all in all. J. A. Her and.
 
 422 OFFERING. 
 
 OFFERING. 
 
 AND in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the 
 fruit of the ground an offering unto the Lord. 
 
 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock, and of 
 the fat thereof. And the Lord had respect unto Abel and to his 
 offering. 
 
 But unto Cain and to his offering He had not respect. Genesis, iv. 
 3, 4, 5. 
 
 So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many ; and unto them 
 that look for Him shall He appear the second time, without sin unto 
 salvation. Hebrews, ix. 8. 
 
 For by one offering He hath perfected for ever them that are sanc- 
 tified. Hebrews, x. 14. 
 
 BEIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thy aid ! 
 
 Star of the east the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 
 
 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, 
 Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall ; 
 
 Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 
 
 Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion, 
 
 Odours of Edom, and offerings divine ; 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine. 
 
 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 
 Vainly with gold would His favour secure, 
 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; 
 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 What offering can I bring to Thee 
 Which may find favour in Thine eye P 
 
 Is it some work of charity ? 
 
 Some form of prayer on bended knee, 
 
 Some spoil of earthly treasury, 
 
 That toil can win, or gold can buy ? 
 
 Nay, all were worthless, all were vain 
 
 As that oblation made by Cain, 
 
 If a sad spirit, and a contrite heart, 
 
 Form of the sacrifice no part. Egone.
 
 ONE. 423 
 
 ONE. 
 
 THAT they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, 
 that they also may be one in us : that the world may believe that thou 
 hast sent me. John, xvii. 21. 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one baptism. Ephesians, iv. 5. 
 
 ONE baptism, and one faith, 
 
 One lord, below, above ! 
 The fellowship of Zion hath 
 
 One only watchword, Love. 
 From different temples though it rise, 
 One song ascendeth to the skies. 
 Our Sacrifice is one ; 
 
 One priest before the throne, 
 The crucified, the risen Son, 
 
 Redeemer, Lord alone ! 
 And sighs from contrite hearts that spring, 
 Our chief, our choicest offering. 
 Oh, why should they who love 
 
 One Gospel to unfold, 
 Who look for one bright home above, 
 
 On earth, be strange and cold ? 
 Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace. 
 In strife abide, and bitterness ? 
 Oh, may that holy prayer, 
 
 His tenderest and his last, 
 The utterance of his latest care, , 
 
 Ere to his throne he pass'd, 
 No longer unfulfill'd remain 
 The world's offence, the people's stain ! 
 Head of thy church beneath, 
 
 The catholic, the true, 
 On her disjointed members breathe, 
 
 Her broken frame renew ! 
 Then shall thy perfect will be done 
 When Christians love and live as one. 
 
 E. Robinson. 
 
 O Thou Eternal One ! whose presence bright 
 All space doth occupy, all motion guide, 
 Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight, 
 Thou only God ! From the Russian.
 
 424 PARADISE. 
 
 PAEADISE. 
 
 AND Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto Thee, To-day shalt thou 
 "be with me in Paradise. Luke, xxiii. 43. 
 
 To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which 
 is in the midst of the Paradise of God. Revelation, ii. 7. 
 
 So on he fares, and to the border comes 
 
 Of Eden, whose delicious Paradise 
 
 Now nearer crowns with her enclosure green, 
 
 As with a rural mound, the champaign head 
 
 Of a steep wilderness, whose hoary sides, 
 
 With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, 
 
 Access denied : and overhead up-grew 
 
 Insuperable height of loftiest shade. 
 
 Cedar and pine, and fir, and branching palm ; 
 
 A sylvan scene ! And as the ranks ascend, 
 
 Shade above shade, a woody theatre 
 
 Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops 
 
 The verdurous wall of Paradise up-sprung ; 
 
 Which to our general sire gave prospect large 
 
 Into his nether empire neighb'ring round. Mi/ton. 
 
 Say'st thou there was no "Paradise of God?" 
 
 No happy, sinless state of early man P 
 
 Ask all the ages past, each record scan, 
 And see if always cursed was this now barren sod. 
 
 Go ask the Greek he tells of Golden age, 
 When the god-governed earth was heavenly pure; 
 When never death, nor woes men now endure 
 
 Had entered here, nor hate, nor guile, nor rage. 
 
 The eastern Magian speaks of earliest days, 
 When holy Oromasdes reign'd o'er man : 
 
 The far Egyptian tells Osiris' praise, 
 Governing all in peace, ere rude revolt began. 
 
 And wilt thou God's own Paradise deny, 
 
 When e'en the heathen tales affirm it ceaselessly ? 
 
 Ann Flinders. 
 
 Lord I will take no comfort but of Thee ! 
 I had an earthly plant a pleasant vine, 
 From whose dear grapes I pressed delightful wine, 
 
 Which made my heart as merry as could be.
 
 PABADTSE. 425 
 
 Thine anger hath cut down that cheerful tree ; 
 
 Or at the least, (for yet I but divine,) 
 Thou hast cut off its joyful fruit from me, 
 
 And made its precious shade no longer mine. 
 Shall I then murmur ? If my road henceforth 
 Lies but before me wearisome and bare, 
 And no green garland twined amid my hair 
 
 Will guard, as it was wont, my tortured eyes, 
 What then ? The sweeter after this stripped earth 
 Will be the shady rest of Paradise. 
 
 Thomas Burbidge. 
 
 The God of nature and of grace 
 
 In all His work appears ; 
 His goodness through the earth we trace, 
 
 His grandeur in the spheres. 
 
 Behold this fair and fertile globe, 
 
 By Him in wisdom planned ; 
 'T was He who girded, like a robe. 
 
 The ocean round the land. 
 
 Lift to the firmament your eye, 
 
 Thither His path pursue ; 
 His glory boundless as the sky, 
 
 O'erwhelms the wandering view. 
 
 The forests in His strength rejoice, 
 
 Hark ! on the evening breeze, 
 As once of old, the Lord God's voice 
 
 Is heard among the trees. 
 
 His blessings fall in plenteous showers 
 
 Upon the lap of earth, 
 That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers, 
 
 And rings with infant mirth. 
 
 If God hath made the world so fair, 
 
 Where sin and death abound ; 
 How beautiful, beyond compare, 
 
 Will Paradise be found ! 
 
 James Montgomery.
 
 426 PABDON. 
 
 PARDON. 
 
 AND Moses said unto the Lord, Pardon, I beseech Thee, the iniquity 
 of this people according unto the greatness of Thy mercy, and as Thou 
 hast forgiven this people, from Bgypt even until now. 
 
 And the Lord said, I have pardoned according to thy word. 
 Numbers, xiv. 13, 19, 20. 
 
 Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts ; 
 and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him ; 
 and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon. Isaiah, Iv. 7. 
 
 BUT infinite in pardon is our judge. Milton. 
 
 What can we better do than prostrate fall 
 Befort Him reverent, and there confess 
 Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears 
 Watering the ground? Milton. 
 
 When with deep agony His heart was racked, 
 
 Not for Himself the tear-drop dewed His cheek, 
 
 For them He wept, for them to Heaven He prayed, 
 
 His persecutors "Father pardon them ; 
 
 They know not what they do." Charles Lamb. 
 
 O Time ! O Life ! ye were not made 
 
 For languid dreaming in the shade, 
 
 Nor sinful hearts to moor all day 
 
 By lily-isle, or grassy bay, 
 
 Nor drink at noontide's balmy hours 
 
 Sweet opiates from the meadow-flowers. 
 
 O give me grace, dear Lord ! to win 
 
 Thy pardon for my youthful sin, 
 
 For all the days, in woods embowered, 
 
 When currents of sweet thought o'erpowered 
 
 With pleasant force the sense of duty, 
 
 And gentle nature's harmless beauty, 
 
 Too much adored, gave birth to throngs 
 
 Of joys effeminate, and songs 
 
 Which sprung from earth, and, like a breeze, 
 
 Died wantonly among the trees, 
 
 Without a moral or a mirth 
 
 Above the passing bliss of earth ! 
 
 Frederic W. Faber.
 
 PARENTS. 427 
 
 PARENTS. 
 
 CHILDREN, obey your parents in all things : for this is well pleasing 
 unto the Lord. Colossians, iii. 20. 
 
 HONOUR thy parents to prolong thine end ; 
 With them, though for a truth, do not contend ; 
 Whoever makes his father's heart to bleed, 
 Shall have a son that will avenge the deed. 
 
 Thomas Randolph. 
 
 Not those alone are parents, to whose cares 
 The opening buds of human life are given ; 
 
 Truth, Beauty, Love, have each unnumbered heirs, 
 And Earth itself is but the child of Heaven. 
 
 Nature repeats herself; and human thought 
 Mirrored in deeds , becomes more truly real : 
 
 Thus only on the web of life are wrought 
 The glowing pictures of the world ideal. 
 
 The labourer who embowers his cottage round 
 With tasteful gifts his honest hand the donor, 
 
 Makes of that little spot of cultured ground, 
 A pleasing transcript of its joyful owner. 
 
 The matron, toiling with unselfish aim 
 
 To bless her little band of cherished creatures, 
 
 But mounts the picture, from whose shining frame 
 For ever beam her dear, benignant features. 
 
 Thought is the favoured child of thoughtful ones, 
 As heaven is mirrored in the quiet waters ; 
 
 The statesman's high achievements are his sons, 
 And the sweet poet's lays his tuneful daughters. 
 
 The sculptor, bending o'er his marble child, 
 Models himself in fixed, enduring beauty ; 
 
 The painter's soul hath from the canvass smiled, 
 Breathing deep tones of passion or of duty. 
 
 None shall die childless ; and the frailest one 
 Of all the living crowds around us pressing, 
 
 May, like the Eternal Father, give his son 
 To be humanity's perpetual blessing. 
 
 Mrs. F. H. Cooke.
 
 428 
 
 PASSIONS. 
 
 WE also are men of like passions with you, and preach unto you 
 that ye should turn from those vanities unto the living God. Acts, 
 xiv. 15. 
 
 WHAT profits us, that we from heaven derive 
 A soul immortal, and with looks erect 
 Survey the stars, if, like the brutal kind 
 We follow where our passions lead the way ? 
 
 Claudian. 
 
 While passions glow, the heart like heated steel 
 Takes each impression, and is worked at pleasure. 
 
 Young. 
 The gales 
 
 Of pleasure haply waft him, and he bounds 
 Exultingly upon the nattering main ; 
 Nor heeds the inexperienced boy the hints 
 Of prudence, and the counsel of the wise ; 
 He steers impetuously through dancing waves 
 And oceans of illusive bliss, till now, 
 Crashing upon the keel, his vessel lies 
 A total wreck upon th' undreaded reef! 
 "Avoid the shoal !" the sacred preacher cries, 
 The volumes of the dead and living, ope 
 The monitory page, alas, in vain! 
 If passion hold the helm, and pleasure fill 
 The swelling sail, though reason, conscience, say 
 "Avoid the shoal !" the voyager is lost. Carrington. 
 
 Thou must chain thy passions down ; 
 
 Well to serve, but ill to sway, 
 
 Like the fire they must obey. 
 
 They are good, in subject state, 
 
 To strengthen, warm, and animate ; 
 
 But if once we let them reign, 
 
 They sweep with desolating train, 
 
 'Till they but leave a hated name, 
 
 A ruined soul, and blackened fame. Eliza Cook. 
 
 Passions, indulged beyond a certain bound, 
 
 Lead to a precipice, and plunge in woe 
 
 The heedless agent. George "Bally.
 
 429 
 
 PAST. 
 
 THAT which hath been is now ; and that which is to be hath already 
 been ; and God requireth that which is past. Ecclesiastes, iii. 15. 
 
 THE past lives o'er again, 
 In its effects, and to the guilty spirit 
 The ever-frowning present is its image. Coleridge. 
 
 Who bears no trace of passion's evil force? 
 Who shuns thy sting, O, terrible Remorse ? 
 
 Who does not cast 
 
 On the thronged pages of his memory's book, 
 At times, a sad, and half-reluctant look, 
 
 Regretful of the Past ? J. G. WJiittier. 
 
 Pull many a mighty name 
 Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; 
 
 With thee are silent fame, 
 Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared. 
 
 Thine for a space are they 
 Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last ; 
 
 Thy gates shall yet give way, 
 Thy bolts shall fall, inexorable Past ! 
 
 All that of good and fair 
 Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, 
 
 Shall then come forth, to wear 
 The glory and the beauty of its prime. 
 
 W. C. Bryant. 
 Whene'er upon the past I gaze, 
 
 Though thorns and clouds appear, 
 Rich gifts from Heaven demand my praise, 
 
 Gifts to the heart most dear, 
 The strong One's arm, the friend above, 
 The fulness of Redeeming Love. 
 
 Through childhood's hours and youthful snares, 
 
 That Arm my footsteps led, 
 That friend amid the heart's own cares, 
 
 The balm of pity shed, 
 And raised my drooping soul to feel 
 How deep the wound Love's power can heal. 
 
 W. J. Brock.
 
 430 PASTOR.' 
 
 PASTOE. 
 
 I WILL give you pastors according to mine heart, which shall feed 
 you with knowledge and understanding. Jeremiah, iii. 15. 
 
 Woe be unto the pastors that destroy and scatter the sheep of my 
 pasture! saith the Lord. Jeremiah, xxiii. 1. 
 
 HE was a shepherd, and no mercenary. 
 
 And though he holy was and virtuous, 
 
 He was to sinful men full piteous ; 
 
 His words were strong, but not with anger fraught ; 
 
 A love benignant he discreetly taught. 
 
 To draw mankind to Heaven by gentleness 
 
 And good example, was his business. 
 
 But if that any one were obstinate, 
 
 Whether he were of high or low estate, 
 
 Him would he sharply check with altered mien : 
 
 A better parson there was nowhere seen. 
 
 He paid no court to pomps and reverence, 
 
 Nor spiced his conscience at his soul's expense ; 
 
 But Jesus' love, which owns no pride or pelf, 
 
 He taught but first he followed it himself. 
 
 Chaucer. 
 
 Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, 
 Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, 
 Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, 
 Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, 
 And recks not his own road. Shakspere. 
 
 A genial hearth, a hospitable board, 
 
 And a refined rusticity, belong 
 
 To the neat mansion, where, his flock among, 
 
 The learned pastor dwells, their watchful lord. 
 
 Though meek and patient as a sheathed sword, 
 
 Though pride's least lurking thought appears a wrong 
 
 To human kind ; though peace be on his tongue, 
 
 Gentleness in his heart ; can earth afford 
 
 Such genuine state, pre-eminence so free, 
 
 As when, array 'd in Christ's authority, 
 
 He from the pulpit lifts his awful hand; 
 
 Conjures, implores, and labours all he can 
 
 For re-subjecting to divine command 
 
 The stubborn spirit of rebellious man P Wordsworth.
 
 PASTOE. 431 
 
 He is a faithful pastor of the poor ; 
 He thinks not of himself; his Master's words, 
 "Feed, feed my sheep," are ever at his heart, 
 The Cross of Christ is aye before his eyes. 
 
 Grahame. 
 
 So glorious let Thy pastors shine, 
 That, by their speaking lives, the world may learn 
 
 First, filial duty, then divine ; 
 That sons to parents, all to Thee may turn. Keble. 
 
 Of the deep learning in the schools of yore, 
 The reverend pastor hath a golden stock ; 
 Yet, with a vain display of useless lore, 
 Or sapless doctrine, never will he mock 
 The better cravings of his simple flock ; 
 But faithfully their humble shepherd guides 
 
 Where streams eternal gush from Calvary's rock ; 
 For well he knows, not learning's purest tides 
 Can quench the immortal thirst that in the soul abides. 
 
 Mrs. Little. 
 
 By weakest ministers, the Almighty thus 
 Makes known His sacred will, and shows His power ; 
 By Him inspired, they speak with urgent tongue 
 Authoritative, while the illumined breast 
 Heaves with unwonted strength ; high as their theme, 
 Their great conceptions rise in rapturous flow, 
 As quick the ready organs catch the thought, 
 And, in such strains as science could not teach, 
 Bear it, in all its radiance, to the heart ; 
 The listening throng there feel its bless'd effect, 
 And deep conviction glows in every breast. 
 
 Charles Jenner. 
 
 Shepherd of Israel, Thou dost keep 
 With constant care, Thy humble sheep, 
 By Thee inferior pastors rise 
 To feed our souls and bless our eyes. 
 
 Fed by their active, tender care, 
 
 Healthful may all Thy sheep appear, 
 
 And by their fair example led, 
 
 The way to Zion's pastures tread. Doddridge.
 
 432 PATIENCE. 
 
 PATIENCE. 
 
 IN your patience possess ye your souls. Luke, xxi. 19. 
 
 And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also : knowing that 
 tribulation worketh patience; 
 
 And patience, experience ; and experience, hope. Romans, v. 3, 4. 
 
 Take, my brethren, the prophets, who have spoken in the name of 
 the Lord, for an example of suffering affliction, and of patirnce. 
 
 Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the 
 patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord ; that the Lord is 
 very pitiful, and of tender mercy. James, v. 10, 11. 
 
 MANY are the sayings of the wise, 
 
 In ancient and in modern books uuroll'd, 
 
 Extolling patience as the truest fortitude ; 
 
 And to the bearing well of all calamities, 
 
 All chances incident to man's frail life, 
 
 Consolitaries writ 
 
 With studied argument, and much persuasion sought, 
 
 Lenient of grief and anxious thought : 
 
 But with th' afflicted in his pangs their sound 
 
 Little prevails, or rather seems a tune 
 
 Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint, 
 
 Unless he feel within 
 
 Some source of consolation from above, 
 
 Secret refreshings, that repair his strength 
 
 And fainting spirits uphold. Milton. 
 
 Give me care, 
 
 By thankful patience, to prevent despair : 
 Fit me to bear whate'er Thou shalt assign ; 
 I kiss the rod, because the rod is Thine. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 
 Patience and resignation are the pillars 
 Of human peace on earth. Young. 
 
 Like some well-fashioned arch thy patience stood, 
 And purchased strength from each increasing load. 
 
 Goldsmith. 
 
 A dungeon, dark and drear 
 As death, but in its cold and gloomy depths 
 I see a form of beauty, round whose locks 
 A glory plays, that lights the dungeon with 
 A quivering lustre she is stretched upon
 
 PATIENCE. 433 ; 
 
 The damp cold earth, her head is pillowed on 
 
 One arm, the while its fellow presses to 
 
 Her heart a holy volume. O'er her eyes 
 
 The dove of peace seems brooding, while deep sleep 
 
 Heaves the long ringlets of the golden hair 
 
 That cluster on her neck, and sweep the earth : 
 
 A smile is lingering on her placid lip, 
 
 As though she dreamt of heaven, the while her brow,. 
 
 As that same heaven, arched and calm, shoots forth 
 
 A halo in her breast a dove is nestling, 
 
 And angel wings are spread to guard her dreams 
 
 From evil favoured one of God who art thou ? 
 
 'T is patience, the beloved of Heaven! the meek, 
 
 The mild, the lowly, and the gentle patience, 
 
 Whose eye looks up to God ; and ne'er unbends 
 
 Its fixed and placid gaze to look upon 
 
 The thorns that tear her bleeding breast ; who stands 
 
 Pale, calm, unmoved amid the storms of life ; 
 
 Whose soul weeps not for heart's torture patience, 
 
 The meek-eyed pilgrim of the earth, that child 
 
 Of heaven perfection's crown. C. L, Reddell. 
 
 For God, who binds the broken heart, 
 
 And dries the mourner's tear, 
 If faith and patience be their part, 
 
 Will unto these be near. 
 
 Let such but say "Thy will be done !" 
 
 And He who Jesus raised, 
 Will qualify them, through His Son, 
 
 To say "Thy name be praised!" 
 
 Bernard Barton. 
 
 When, in justice, he appals us 
 
 By the threat of endless pain, 
 Sink not soon His mercy calls us 
 
 To His pardoning arms again. 
 Father ! O, with patience bless us, 
 
 Till each seeming ill be past : 
 Let whatever gloom oppress us, 
 
 All must end in light at last. 
 
 Thomas Ward.
 
 434 PEACE. 
 
 PEACE. 
 
 MARK the perfect man, and behold the upright : for the end of that 
 man is peace. Psalm xxxvii. :!7. 
 
 Happy is the man that flndeth wisdom, and the man that getteth 
 understanding. 
 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. 
 Proverbs, iii. 18, 17. 
 
 Lord, thou wilt ordain pcan: for us. Isaiah, xxvi. 12. 
 
 Blessed arc the prtn-riititki-rx, for they shall be called the children 
 of God. Matthew, v. it. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth pewr, good will toward 
 men. Luke, ii. 14. 
 
 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you : not as the world 
 giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let 
 it be afraid. John, xiv. 27. 
 
 The fruit of the Spirit is lov< . (-i-alatians, v. J. 
 
 The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your 
 hearts and minds through OirisT Jeens. I'hilipirians, iv. 7. 
 
 No war or battle's sound 
 Was heard the world around : 
 
 The idle spear and shield were high up hung, 
 The hooked chariot stood 
 Unstained with hostile blood, 
 
 The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; 
 And kings sat still, with awe-full eye 
 As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by. 
 
 But peaceful was the night 
 Wherein the Prince of Light, 
 
 His reign of peace upon the earth began : 
 The winds, with wonder whist, 
 Smoothly the waters kissed, 
 
 Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, 
 Who now hath quite forgot to rave, 
 While birds of calm sat brooding on the charmed wave. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 No more shall nation against nation rise, 
 Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, 
 Nor fields with gleaming steel be covered o'er, 
 The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; 
 But useless lances into scythes shall bend, 
 And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end. 
 
 Pope.
 
 PEACE. 435 
 
 My soul, there is a country 
 
 Far beyond the stars, 
 Where stands a winged sentry 
 
 All skilful in the wars ; 
 There above noise and danger 
 
 Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles ; 
 And One born in a manger 
 
 Commands the beauteous files. 
 He is thy gracious friend, 
 
 And oh ! my soul, awake ; 
 Did in pure love descend 
 
 To die here for my sake. 
 If thou canst get but thither, 
 
 There grows the flower of peace ; 
 The rose that cannot wither, 
 
 Thy fortress and thy ease. 
 Leave then thy foolish ranges ; 
 
 For none can thee secure, 
 But one who never changes, 
 
 Thy God, thy life, thy cure. 
 
 Henry Vaughan. 
 
 Sure the last end 
 
 Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit ! 
 Night dews fall not more calmly on the ground, 
 Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft. Blair. 
 
 Hear the last words the believer saith. 
 He has bidden adieu to his earthly friends ; 
 There is peace in his eye that upward bends ; 
 There is peace in his calm confiding air ; 
 For his last thoughts are God's, his last words, prayer. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jun. 
 
 "Peace" was the word our Saviour breathed, 
 
 When from our world His steps withdrew ; 
 The gift He to His friends bequeathed, 
 
 With Calvary and the Cross in view : 
 Redeemer ! With adoring love 
 
 Our spirits take Thy rich bequest, 
 The watchword of the host above, 
 
 The passport to their realm of rest. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 436 PEACE. 
 
 Oh, peace ; thou source and soul of social life, 
 
 Beneath whose calm inspiriting influence, 
 
 Science his views enlarges ; art refines, 
 
 And swelling Commerce opens all her ports ; 
 
 Blest be the man divine who gives us thee; 
 
 Who bids the trumpet hush its horrid clang, 
 
 Nor blow the giddy nations into rage. 
 
 Who sheathes the murderous blade, the deadly gun 
 
 Into the well-piled armoury returns ; 
 
 And every vigour from the work of death 
 
 To grateful industry converting, makes 
 
 The country flourish and the city smile. Thomson. 
 
 When groves by moonlight silence keep, 
 
 And winds the vexed waves release, 
 And fields are hushed, and cities sleep, 
 
 Lord! is not this the hour of Peace? 
 When Infancy at Evening tries 
 
 By turns to climb each Parent's knees, 
 And gazing meets their raptured eyes, 
 
 Lord! is not this the hour of Peace? 
 In golden pomp when autumn smiles ; 
 
 And every vale its rich increase 
 In man's full barns exulting piles ; 
 
 Lord ! is not this the hour of Peace ? 
 When Mercy points where Jesus bleeds, 
 
 And Faith beholds thine anger cease ; 
 And Hope to black despair succeeds ; 
 
 This, Father ! this alone is Peace I Gisborne. 
 
 Wherefore from His throne exalted, 
 
 Came He on this earth to dwell ; 
 All His pomp an humble manger 
 
 All His court a narrow cell ? 
 " From that world to bring to this, 
 
 Peace, which of all earthly blisses 
 Is the brightest, purest bliss." Violante Di Ceo. 
 
 Down the dark future, through long generations, 
 The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ! 
 
 And like a bell with solemn sweet vibrations, 
 
 I hear once more the voice of Christ say "Peace!"
 
 PEACE. 437 
 
 Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals 
 The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies ; 
 
 But, beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
 
 The holiest melodies of love arise. Longfellow. 
 
 "Peace," shall the world outwearied ever see 
 Its universal reign ? Will states, will kings, 
 Put down these murderous and unholy things, 
 
 Which fill the earth with blood and misery ? 
 
 Will nations learn that love not enmity 
 
 Is heaven's first lesson which beneath the wings 
 
 Of mercy, brooding over land and sea, 
 
 Fills earth with joy by its soft ministerings ? 
 
 'T were a sad prospect 't were a vista dark 
 As midnight could this wearied mortal eye, 
 Through the dim mists that veil futurity, 
 
 Discern not that heaven-bright though distant spark, 
 Lighted by prophecy, whose ray sublime 
 Sheds a soft gleam of hope o'er the dull path of time. 
 
 I hate that noisy drum, it is a sound 
 
 That tells of war, of bondage, and I blush 
 That liberty had ever cause to rush 
 Into a warrior's arms ; that right e'er found 
 Asylum in the furious field. Not so 
 The holy crowns of genuine glory grow ; 
 Not there should they who bear the badge serene 
 Of Him who was the Prince of Peace, be seen ;, 
 
 Can such His faithful followers be ? Oh no ! 
 His laurels are not drenched in blood, but green 
 
 And beautiful as spring : His arms are love 
 And mercy and forgiveness ; and with them 
 He rules the nations' mighty destinies 
 And gently leads us to our homes above. 
 
 Dr. Bowring. 
 If there be sore strife and care, 
 
 In the world below, 
 Hestless spirits never there 
 
 Could chase away their woe, 
 Let the storm that raves about us, 
 By our faith be kept without us ; 
 Let us from our troubles cease, 
 Power and conquest dwell in peace. J. Gostick.
 
 438 PERFECTION. 
 
 PEEFECTION. 
 
 OUT of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined. Psalm 1. 2. 
 
 when wilt thou come unto me? I will walk within my house 
 with a perfect heart. Psalm ci. 2. 
 
 1 have seen an end of all perfection. Psalm cxix. 96. 
 
 Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is 
 perfect. Matthew, v. 48. 
 
 GIVE glory to the Son, who came 
 
 Clothed in our fleshy, mortal frame ; 
 
 Who bore our sins, vouchsafed to give 
 
 Himself to die, that we might live ; 
 
 Who holy, harmless, undefiled, 
 
 Was patient spurned, was dumb reviled ; 
 
 Who, in the agonies of death, 
 
 Poured for His foes His parting breath ; 
 
 Was perfect God -and man in one : 
 
 Give glory to the Incarnate Son ! Barton. 
 
 Behold the beauty of His matchless life 
 
 In deed and thought connecting earth and heaven : 
 
 Call every virtue which the mind conceives, 
 
 Or view perfection in sublime excess 
 
 Of glory, such as dreams of God pourtray, 
 
 And what can emulate the Prince of Peace ! 
 
 2t. Montgomery. 
 
 Oh ! who shall paint them let the sweetest tone 
 
 That ever trembled on the harps of Heaven, 
 
 Be discord ; let the chanting seraphim, 
 
 Whose anthem is eternity, be dumb ; 
 
 For praise and wonder, adoration, all 
 
 Melt into muteness, ere they soar to Thee, 
 
 Thou sole Perfection! Theme of countless worlds! 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 Oh, Thou, who all perfection art ! 
 
 How shall my soul approach to Thee ? 
 How can my black, polluted heart 
 Endure Thy searching scrutiny ? 
 Only through grace of Him by whom 
 
 The. just avenging arm is stayed; 
 By whose descent into the tomb 
 
 Was imperfection perfect made. Egone.
 
 PESTILENCE. 439 
 
 PESTILENCE PLAGUE. 
 
 AND the Lord said unto Moses, Kise up early in the morning, and 
 stand before Pharoah, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God of 
 the Hebrews, Let my people go, that they may serve me. 
 
 For I will at this time send all my plagues upon thine heart, and 
 upon thy servants, and upon thy people ; that thou mayest know that 
 there is 'none like me in all the earth. 
 
 For now I will stretch out my hand, that I may smite thee and thy 
 people with jicstilence; and thou shalt be cut off from the earth. 
 Exodus, ix. 13, 14, ID. 
 
 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high shall abide 
 under the shadow of the Almighty. 
 
 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from 
 the noisome pestilence. 
 
 There shall no evil befal thee, neither shall any plague come nigh 
 thy dwelling. Psalm xci. 1, 3, 10. 
 
 A TERRIBLE change is come ; I see a cloud 
 
 Brooding above the valley like the wing 
 
 Of a destroying angel dark and dread ; 
 
 And in its awful depth I see a brow 
 
 On which is staipped in fiery characters 
 
 The one word Plague. The beds of dewy flowers 
 
 Are pressed by loathsome forms of dark disease, 
 
 Putrid though living ; some have dragged their weak 
 
 And fainting limbs to where the pure stream glides, 
 
 But sink ere they can quench their burning thirst 
 
 In its cool waters ; some bow down their heads 
 
 In prayer, but the unfinished words are quelled 
 
 By groans of agony ; some wait for death 
 
 With stubborn pride that scorns to murmur ; some 
 
 Have of cool forests and of shady rivers, 
 
 In their delirious pain ; the dead and dying 
 
 Tenant that valley only. C. L. Reddell. 
 
 From the sword at noonday wasting, 
 
 From the noisome pestilence, 
 In the depth of midnight blasting, 
 
 God shall be thy sure defence. 
 
 Thee, though winds and waves be swelling, 
 God, thine hope, shall bear through all, 
 
 Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, 
 Thee no evil shall befall. J. Montgomery.
 
 440 PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 BEWARE lest any man spoil you through ji/iili>.i<ijihii and vain , 
 
 after the tradition of men, after the rudiments ,>f tlie world, and not 
 after Christ. Colossians, ii. S. 
 
 PHILOSOPHY consists not 
 In airy schemes, or idle speculation ; 
 The rule and conduct of all social life 
 Is her great province. Not in lonely cells 
 Obscure she lurks ; but holds her heavenly light 
 To senates and to kings, to guide their councils, 
 And teach them to reform and bless mankind. 
 All policy but her's is false and rotten ; 
 All valour not conducted by her precepts 
 Is a destroying fury sent from hell, 
 To plague unhappy man, and ruin nations. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 What is an high-praised philosophy, 
 But books of poesy in prose compil'd, 
 
 Far more delightful than they fruitful be, 
 Witty appearance, guile that is beguil'd ; 
 
 Corrupting minds much rather than directing, 
 
 Th' alloy of duty, and our pride's erecting. 
 
 For, as among physicians, what they call 
 Word magic, never helpeth the disease, 
 
 Which drugs and diet ought to deal withal, 
 And by their real working give us ease ; 
 
 So these word-sellers have no power to cure 
 
 The passions which corrupted lives endure. 
 
 Sir Falke G-reville. 
 
 In its sublime research, philosophy 
 
 May measure out the ocean deep may count 
 
 The sands or the sun's rays but God ! for Thee 
 
 There is no weight nor measure : none can mount 
 
 Up to Thy mysteries : Eeason's brightest spark, 
 
 Though kindled at Thy light, in vain would try 
 
 To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark 
 
 And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, 
 
 Even like past moments in eternity. 
 
 From the Russian.
 
 PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 With thee, serene Philosophy, with thee 
 
 And thy bright garland, let me crown my song ! 
 
 Effusive source of evidence and truth ! 
 
 A lustre shedding o'er the ennobled mind 
 
 Stronger than summer noon; and pure as that 
 
 Whose mild vibrations soothe the parted soul, 
 
 New to the dawning of celestial day. 
 
 Hence through her nourished powers, enlarged by thee 
 
 She springs aloft, with elevated pride, 
 
 Above the tangling mass of low desires 
 
 That bind the fluttering crowd ; and, angel- winged, 
 
 The heights of science and of virtue gains, 
 
 Where all is calm and clear; with nature round, 
 
 Or in the starry regions, or the abyss, 
 
 To reason and to fancy's eye displayed: 
 
 The first up-tracing from the dreary void, 
 
 The chain of causes and effects to Him, 
 
 The world-producing Essence, who alone 
 
 Possesses being; while the last receives 
 
 The whole magnificence of Heaven and earth, 
 
 And every beauty, delicate or bold, 
 
 Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense, 
 
 Diffusive painted on the rapid mind. Thomson. 
 
 Survey the magnet's sympathtic love, 
 
 That woos the yielding needle; contemplate 
 
 Th' attractive amber's power, invisible 
 
 Ev'n to the mental eye ; or when the blow 
 
 Sent from th' electric sphere assaults thy frame, 
 
 Show me the hand that dealt it ! Baffled here 
 
 By His Omnipotence, Philosophy 
 
 Slowly her thoughts inadequate revolves, 
 
 And stands with all His circling wonders round her, 
 
 Like heavy Saturn, in th' ethereal space 
 
 Begirt with an inexplicable ring. Smart. 
 
 Sublime Philosophy ! 
 
 Thou are the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven, 
 And bright with beckoning angels; but, alas! 
 We see thee, like the patriarch, but in dreams, 
 By the first step, dull slumbering on the earth. 
 
 Bulwer.
 
 442 PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 THESE all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having 
 seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, 
 and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. 
 
 For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a 
 country. Hebrews, xi. 13, 14. 
 
 Dearly beloved, I beseech you, as strangers and pilgrims, abstain 
 from flethly lusts, which war against the soul. I. Peter, ii. 11. 
 
 GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, 
 My staff of faith, to walk upon ; 
 My scrip of joy, immortal diet ; 
 My bottle of salvation ; 
 My gown of glory, (hope's true gage,) 
 And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. 
 Blood must be my body's only balmer 
 Whilst my soul, like a quiet Palmer, 
 Travelleth towards the land of Heaven ; 
 No other balm will there be given. 
 
 Sir W. Raleigh. 
 
 From darkness, here, and dreariness, 
 
 We ask not full repose ; 
 Only be Thou at hand to bless 
 
 Our trial hour of woes. 
 Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid 
 By the clear rill and palmy shade ? 
 And see we not up earth's dark glade, 
 
 The gate of Heaven unclose P Keble. 
 
 While his staff the traveller handles 
 
 In his weary journeying, 
 Thorns may tear his dusty sandals, 
 
 Fangs his tender feet may sting ; 
 But were life devoid of pain, 
 Bliss were proffered man in vain. 
 Look aloft, where light is breaking 
 
 Through this doubt-enveloped sky 
 Forward leap, the joy partaking, 
 
 Of a higher destiny. 
 Lift thy staff, and move apace 
 In the pilgrim-thronging race. T. G. Spear.
 
 PILGRIMAGE. 443 
 
 There is a light on the hills, and the valley is past ! 
 
 Ascend, happy pilgrim ! thy labours are o'er ! 
 The sunshine of Heaven around thee is cast, 
 And thy weak, doubting footsteps can falter no more. 
 On, pilgrim I that hill richly circled with rays 
 Is Zion ! Lo, there is the "city of saints !" 
 And the beauties, the glories, that region displays, 
 Inspiration's own language imperfectly paints. 
 
 Mrs. Opie. 
 Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin, 
 
 Come the way to Zion's gate, 
 There, till mercy speaks within, 
 
 Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. 
 Knock he knows the sinner's cry; 
 
 Weep he loves the mourner's tears ; 
 Watch for saving grace is nigh ; 
 
 Wait till heavenly grace appears. 
 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice, 
 
 "Welcome pilgrim to thy rest." 
 Now within the gate rejoice, 
 
 Safe, and own'd, and bought, and blest. 
 Safe from all the lures of vice ; 
 
 Own'd by joys the contrite know ; 
 Bought by love and life the price ; 
 
 Blest the mighty debt we owe. 
 Holy pilgrim what for thee, 
 
 In a world like this remain? 
 From thy guarded breast shall flee 
 
 Fear, and shame, and doubt and pain. 
 Fear the hope of heaven shall flee ; 
 
 Shame from glory's view retire ; 
 Doubt in full belief shall die ; 
 
 Pain in endless joy expire. Crabbe. 
 
 We journey through a vale of tears 
 
 By many a cloud o'ercast ; 
 And worldly cares, and worldly fears, 
 
 Go with us to the last ! 
 Not to the last Thy word hath said, 
 
 Could we but read aright ; 
 Poor Pilgrim ! lift, in hope, thy head ; 
 
 At eve there shall be light. Bernard Barton.
 
 444 
 
 PITY. 
 
 To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend. 
 Job, v. 14. 
 
 Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that 
 fear him. Psalm ciii. 13. 
 
 He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord. Proverbs. 
 xix. 17. 
 
 GENIUS of pity ! exercise thy sway, 
 
 And with thy soft emotions soothe each breast ; 
 May every heart thy kind dictates obey, 
 
 And be thy humanizing pow'r confess'd ! 
 May sweet Benevolence, auspicious fair, 
 
 Vouchsafe thy cheering progress to attend, 
 And smiling Charity, with constant care, 
 
 Where'er distress appears, her succour lend. 
 In the drear season of embitter'd woe, 
 
 Oh ! may the sons of opulence and ease 
 Feel pity's genial animating glow, 
 
 Nor suffer avarice their soul to freeze ! 
 May they, whene'er the child of want is seen, 
 
 Dispense their warm benevolence around, 
 The hapless sufTrer from misfortune screen, 
 
 Nor to a narrow sphere their mercies bound ! 
 Not to the wanderer their gifts confine, 
 
 But the sad roofs of silent woe explore, 
 Where modest mourners secretly repine, 
 
 And, unsoliciting, their wants deplore. 
 Then shall the orphan's and the widow's prayer, 
 
 To Heav'n, with thanks for such relief, be made ; 
 The welcome boon with grateful hearts they share, 
 
 And bless the donor for his timely aid. Anon. 
 
 Oh ! do not seek the mirthful throng, 
 
 But find where friendship lingers, 
 And feel the strings, untouched so long, 
 
 Swept o'er by Pity's fingers. 
 Though not a star has lent its light, 
 
 Who knows what may be dawning ? 
 The mists that robe the earth at night 
 
 Precede the brightest morning ! J. Burbidge.
 
 PLEASING. 445 
 
 PLEASING PLEASUEE. 
 
 THE Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear Him. Psalm cxlvii. 11. 
 
 He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man : he that loveth wine 
 and oil shall not be rich. Proverbs, xxi. 17. 
 
 Hear now this, thou that art given to pleasures, that dwellest 
 carelessly, evil shall come upon thee. Isaiah, xlvii. 8, 11. 
 
 Walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every 
 good work. Colossians, i. 10. 
 
 So we speak ; not as pleasing men, but G-od, which trieth our hearts. 
 I. Thessalonians, ii. 4. 
 
 ADMIRERS of false pleasures must sustain 
 The weight and sharpness of ensuing pain. 
 
 John Beaumont. 
 
 Short is the course of every lawless pleasure 
 
 Grief, like a shade, on all its footsteps waits, 
 
 Scarce visible in joy's meridian height ; 
 
 But, downwards as its blaze declining speeds, 
 
 The dwarfish shadow to a giant spreads. Milton. 
 
 Pleasures are few, and fewer we enjoy ; 
 Pleasure, like quicksilver, is bright and coy ; 
 We strive to grasp it, with our utmost skill, 
 Still it eludes us, and it glitters still : 
 If seized at last, compute your mighty gains ; 
 What is it but rank poison in your veins P 
 
 Young. 
 
 Pleasure is good, and man for pleasure made ; 
 But pleasure full of glory as of joy ; 
 Pleasure which neither blushes nor expires. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Death treads in pleasure's footsteps round the world, 
 When pleasure treads the paths which reason shuns. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Pleasure, admitted in undue degree, 
 Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free. 
 ****** 
 Peace follows virtue as its sure reward ; 
 And pleasure brings as surely in her train 
 Remorse, and sorrow, and vindictive pain. 
 
 Cowper.
 
 446 PLEASING. 
 
 Pleasures, like wonders, quickly lose their price, 
 When reason or experience makes us wise. 
 
 Bishop .King. 
 
 If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads 
 By living waters and through flowery meads, 
 Where all is smiling, tranquil, and serene ; 
 And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene ; 
 Oh ! teach me to elude each latent snare, 
 And whisper to my sliding heart Beware ! 
 With caution let me hear the ayren's voice, 
 And doubtful with a trembling heart rejoice. 
 
 Mrs. Barbauld. 
 
 Graces withered by too warm a beam, 
 May spread and flourish in the dreary shade : 
 Ana. pleasure, to voluptuous guilt denied, 
 May bloom ambrosial from affliction's thorn. 
 
 George Bally. 
 All these fond pleasures, if fond things 
 
 Deserve so good a name, 
 Should not seduce a noble mind 
 
 To stain itself with shame. 
 The time shall come when all these same, 
 
 Which seem so rich with joy, 
 Like tyrants, shall torment thy mind, 
 
 And vex thee with annoy. Brandon. 
 
 I ask Thee for the daily strength, 
 
 To none that ask denied, 
 And a mind to blend with outward life 
 
 While keeping at Thy side ; 
 Content to fill a little space, 
 
 If Thou be glorified. 
 And if some things I do not ask, 
 
 In my cup of blessing be, 
 I would have my spirit fill'd the more 
 
 With grateful love to Thee 
 More careful not to serve Thee much, 
 
 But to please Thee perfectly. A. L. Waring. 
 
 That pleasure is of all 
 
 Most bountiful and kind, 
 That fades not straight, but leaves 
 
 A living joy behind. Campion.
 
 POVERTY. 447 
 
 POVEETY. 
 
 THE Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich : He bringeth low, and 
 lifteth up. I. Samuel, ii. 7. 
 
 Give me neither poverty nor riches ; feed me with food convenient 
 for me; 
 
 Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord? or lest 
 I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain. Proverbs, 
 xxx. 8, 9. 
 
 Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the kingdom of God. Luke, vi. 20. 
 
 In a great trial of affliction, the abundance of their joy, and their 
 deep poverty, abounded unto the riches of their liberality. II. Corin- 
 thian*, viii. 2. 
 
 IF well thou view'st us with no squinted eye, 
 No partial judgment, thou wilt quickly rate 
 Thy wealth no richer than my poverty ; 
 My want no poorer than thy rich estate. 
 Our ends and births alike, in this as I, 
 Poor thou wert born, and poor again shalt die. 
 My little fills my little-wishing mind, 
 
 Thou having more than much, yet seekest more ; 
 "Who seeks, still wishes what he seeks to find ; 
 Who wishes, wants ; and whoso wants, is poor : 
 Then this must follow of necessity, 
 Poor are thy riches, rich my poverty. 
 Though still thou gett'st, yet is thy want not spent, 
 
 But as thy wealth, so great thy wealthy itch ; 
 But with my little I have great content 
 Content hath all, and who hath all is rich ; 
 Then this in reason thou must needs confess, 
 If I have little, yet that thou hast less. 
 Whatever man possesses, God has lent, 
 
 And to his audit liable is ever, 
 To reckon how, and where, and when he spent. 
 Then thus thou bragg'st thou art a great receiver. 
 Little my debt, when little is my store, 
 The more thou hast, thy debt still grows the more. 
 But seeing God himself descended down, 
 T' enrich the poor by His deep poverty, 
 His meat, his house, his grave were not his own, 
 Yet all is His from all eternity ; 
 
 Let me be like my Head, whom I adore, 
 Be thou great, wealthy, I still base and poor. 
 
 Phineas Fletcher.
 
 448 POVERTY. 
 
 I would be great, but that the sun doth still 
 
 Level his rays against the rising hill ; 
 
 I would be high, but see the proudest oak, 
 
 Most subject to the rending thunder-stroke ; 
 
 I would be rich, but see men, too unkind, 
 
 Dig in the bowels of the richest mine : 
 
 I would be wise, but that I often see 
 
 The fox suspected, whilst the ass goes free : 
 
 I would be fair, but see the fair and proud, 
 
 Like the bright sun, oft setting in a cloud : 
 
 I would be poor, but know the humble grass 
 
 Still trampled on by each unworthy ass ; 
 
 Rich hated : wise suspected : scorn'd if poor .- 
 
 Great fear'd : fair tempted : high still envied more : 
 
 I have wish'd all ; but now I wish for neither ; 
 
 Great, high, rich, wise, nor fair ; poor I' 11 be rather. 
 
 Sir Henry Wotton. 
 
 No soil like poverty for growth divine, 
 As leanest land supplies the richest mine. 
 Earth gives too little, giving only bread, 
 To nourish pride, or turn the weakest head. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Around each pure, domestic shrine, 
 Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine ; 
 
 Our hearths are altars all : 
 The prayers of hungry souls and poor, 
 Like armed angels at the door, 
 
 Our unseen foes appal. Keble. 
 
 And what is want ? 'T is virtue's test : 
 What weakness ? An escape from pride : 
 
 That life on earth may be the best 
 In which, by woe, the soul is tried : 
 
 Eor He whose word is ever sure, 
 
 Hath said that "Blessed are the Poor." 
 
 H. H. Weld. 
 
 If poverty a bitter medicine cure 
 The soul's distempers, blessed are the poor ; 
 Yea, if ye be Christ's poor, thrice blessed men are ye. 
 
 Thomas Me Kellar.
 
 POWER. 449 
 
 POWER. 
 
 POWER belongeth unto God. Psalm Ixii. 11. 
 
 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no 
 power but of God ; the powers that be are ordained of God. 
 
 Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of 
 God. Komans, xiii. 1, 2. 
 
 Upholding all things by the word of His power. Hebrews, i. 3. 
 
 O, ALL-PREPARING Providence divine ! 
 
 In thy large book, what secrets are enrolled, 
 What sundry helps doth Thy great power assign, 
 
 To prop the course which Thou intend'st to hold! 
 What mortal sense is able to define 
 
 Thy mysteries, Thy councils manifold! 
 It is Thy wisdom strangely that extends 
 Obscure proceedings to apparent ends. 
 
 Michael Drayton. 
 There is a power 
 
 Unseen, that rules the illimitable world, 
 That guides its motions from the brightest star 
 To the least dust of this sin-tainted mould. 
 While man, who madly deems himself the Lord 
 Of all, is nought but weakness and dependence. 
 This sacred truth, by sure experience taught, 
 They must have learn'd when wand'ring all alone, 
 Each bird, each insect, flitting through the sky, 
 Was more sufficient for itself than thou. Thornton. 
 
 For the strong spirit will at times awake, 
 Piercing the mists that wrap her clay abode ; 
 And, born of thee, she may not always take 
 Earth's accents for the oracles of God ; 
 And ev'n in this O dust, whose mask is power ! 
 Heed, that wouldst be a scourge thy little hour ! 
 Spark, whereon yet the mighty hath not trod, 
 And therefore thou destroyest, where were flown 
 Our hope, if man were left to man's decrees alone. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 O put away thy pride, 
 
 Or be ashamed of power, 
 That cannot turn aside 
 
 The breeze that waves a flower. Clare. 
 
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 450 POWER. 
 
 I 've thought, at gentle and ungentle hour, 
 
 Of many an act and giant shape of power; 
 
 Of the old kings with high exacting looks 
 
 Sceptered and globed ; of eagles on their rocks 
 
 With straining feet, and that fierce mouth and drear, 
 
 Answering the strain with downward drag austere ; 
 
 Of the rich-headed lion, whose huge frown, 
 
 All his great nature, gathering, seems to crown : 
 
 Then of cathedral with its priestly height, 
 
 Seen from below at superstitious night ; 
 
 Of ghastly castle, that eternally 
 
 Holds its blind visage out to the lone sea ; 
 
 And of all sunless subterranean deeps 
 
 The creature makes, who listens while he sleeps; 
 
 Avarice; and then of those old earthly cones, 
 
 That stride, they say, over heroic bones ; 
 
 And those stone heaps Egyptian, whose small doors 
 
 Look like low dens, under precipitous shores ; 
 
 And him, great Memnon, that long sitting by, 
 
 In seeming idleness, with stony eye, 
 
 Sang at the morning's touch, like poetry ; 
 
 And then of all the fierce and bitter fruit 
 
 Of the proud planting of a tyrannous foot, 
 
 Of bruised right, and flourishing bad men, 
 
 And virtue wasting heavenwards from a den ; 
 
 Brute force, and fury ; and the devilish drouth 
 
 Of the fool cannon's ever-gaping mouth; 
 
 And the bride- widowing sword; and the harsh bray 
 
 The sneering trumpet sends across the fray ; 
 
 And all which lights the people-thinning star 
 
 That selfishness invokes the horsed war, 
 
 Panting along with many a bloody mane. 
 
 Leigh Hunt. 
 
 All-knowing, all-directing God! 
 
 In whom we move and live, 
 Our thoughts, and works, and empty days, 
 
 And careless wrongs forgive ; 
 But most in need the cruel heart 
 
 That breeds the conscious wrong, 
 And cares not for the consequence 
 
 To helpless old and young.
 
 POWER. 451 
 
 Some wilful deeds are perfect crimes, 
 
 And some less wicked are, 
 Because 'twas meant that good should spring 
 
 Beneath the baleful star. 
 Yet of all sinful beings most 
 
 In need of mercy those, 
 Who having power much good to do, 
 
 All goodness would oppose, 
 And turn heaven's bounteous gifts to gall, 
 
 And nature's smiles to blows. Home. 
 
 'Tis not in mockery of man that earth 
 Is strewed with splendid fragments, temple, tower ; 
 That realms, where glory sprang full-arm'd to birth, 
 Are desolate, the snake and tiger's bower : 
 They lie the monuments of misused power, 
 Not freaks of fate, but warnings against crime : 
 And ancient Babylon might, at this hour, 
 Had she been guiltless, stand as in her prime, 
 Nay, stand in growing pomp, till God had finished 
 time. Croly. 
 
 But, God be thanked ! they are moments only when 
 
 Man, subdued by nature's mightiest power, 
 
 Thinks even his purer self the sport of waves. 
 
 In such like moments 'tis the Godhead shows us 
 
 The distance 'twixt itself and us, chastises 
 
 Man's vain audacity to equal it, 
 
 And casts him back to nothingness and woe. 
 
 In such like moments, even the wisest sinks 
 
 Unto the dust : he, too, is formed of dust ; 
 
 But soon again he rises purified 
 
 By Fate's worst blast, and thus the Eternal's will 
 
 Declares and proves its own omnipotence. 
 
 From the German of Herder. 
 
 With God a thousand years are as one day ; 
 He in one day can sum a thousand years ; 
 All acts with him are equal ; for no more 
 It costs Omnipotence to build a world, 
 And set a sun amidst the firmament, 
 Than mould a dewdrop, and light up a gem. 
 
 R. Montgomery.
 
 452 PEAISE. 
 
 PRAISE. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise tha Lord, O my souL 
 
 While I live will I praise the Lord : I will sing praises unto my 
 God while I hare any being. Psalm cxlvi. 1, 2. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary : praise him in 
 the firmament of his power. 
 
 Praise him for his mighty acts : praise him according to his excel- 
 lent greatness. 
 
 Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Psalm cl. 1, 2, 6. 
 
 For they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God. 
 John, xii. 43. 
 
 MY God ! I will address Thee 
 
 In loudest hymns of praise ; 
 Then, too, my soul shall bless Thee, 
 
 When mute in deep amaze ; 
 For Thou, who kind receivest 
 
 Each word to be addressed, 
 The silent thought perceivest, 
 
 The feeling unexpressed. 
 And, while we ne'er can know 
 
 Thy deep and wondrous ways, 
 Words sink far, far below 
 
 Thy due reward of praise. 
 
 J?rom the Greek of Synesitis. 
 
 O! while thy sinful soul can cast 
 
 Sin's robes away redeem the past, 
 
 If not in deeds, in words to praise thy Maker haste. 
 
 In sacred hymns employ the day, 
 In praises pass the night away ; 
 And let the martyrs' praise attune the willing lay. 
 
 O what a privilege, could I, 
 The prison of mortality 
 Thus burst, and breathing forth this language, die ! 
 
 From the Spanish of Prudentius. 
 
 Not thankful when it pleaseth me ; 
 As if Thy blessings had spare days : 
 But such a heart whose pulse may be 
 Thy praise. 
 
 George Herbert.
 
 PRAISE. 453 
 
 Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, 
 
 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. 
 
 Join voices all ye living souls : ye birds, 
 
 That singing up to heaven's gate ascend, 
 
 Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise; 
 
 Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk the earth, 
 
 And stately tread, or lowly creep ; 
 
 Witness if I be silent morn or even, 
 
 To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, 
 
 Made vocal by my song, and taught His praise. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 To God, who sits in highest seat, 
 
 Glory and power given be ; 
 To father, Son, and Paraclete, 
 
 Who reign in equal dignity, 
 Whose boundless power we still adore, 
 And sing their praise for evermore. Drummond. 
 
 While this immortal spark of heavenly flame 
 
 Distends my breast, and animates my frame, 
 
 To thee my ardent praises shall be borne 
 
 On the first breeze that wakes the blushing morn ; 
 
 The latest star shall hear the pleasing sound, 
 
 And nature in full choir shall join around. 
 
 When full of Thee, my soul excursive flies 
 
 Through earth, air, ocean, or thy regal skies ; 
 
 From world to world new wonders still I find, 
 
 And all the Godhead flashes on my mind, 
 
 When, winged with whirlwinds, vice shall take its 
 
 flight 
 
 To the deep bosom of eternal night, 
 To Thee my soul shall endless praises pay : 
 Join, men and angels ! join the exalted lay. 
 
 BlacMock. 
 
 If no basis bear my rising name 
 But the fallen ruins of another's fame ; 
 Then teach me, Heaven ! to scorn the guilty bays ; 
 Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise : 
 Unblemished let me live, or die unknown ; 
 O, grant me honest fame, or grant me none. 
 
 Pope.
 
 454 PRAISE. 
 
 Nor absolutely vain is human praise, 
 
 Where human is supported by divine. Young. 
 
 My fears of danger, while I breathe, 
 
 My dread of endless hell beneath, 
 
 My sense of sorrow for my sin, 
 
 To springing comfort change within ; 
 
 Change all my sad complaints for ease, 
 
 To cheerful notes of endless praise. Parnell. 
 
 The praise I make will then be sweet indeed, 
 
 If Thou the Spirit give by which I pray: 
 
 My unassisted heart is barren clay, 
 That of its native self can nothing feed ; 
 Of good and pious works Thou art the seed 
 
 That quickens only where Thou sayest it may ; 
 
 Unless Thou show to us Thy own true way, 
 No man can find it. Father ! Thou must lead : 
 
 Do Thou then breathe these thoughts into my mind 
 By which such virtue may in me be bred, 
 That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread : 
 
 The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, 
 That I may have the power to sing to Thee ; 
 And sound Thy praises everlastingly. Wordsworth. 
 
 Up to the throne of God is borne 
 The voice of praise at early morn, 
 And He accepts the punctual hymn 
 Sung as the light of day grows dim. 
 
 Nor will He turn His ear aside 
 
 From holy offerings at noontide ; 
 
 Then here, reposing, let us raise 
 
 A song of gratitude and praise, Wordsworth. 
 
 Qh, for the harp that David swept, 
 
 At whose divine entrancing sound, 
 The evil spirit distance kept, 
 
 While holier visions hover'd round: 
 Oh for such harp, in these our days, 
 To speak a God's, a Saviour's praise. Barton.
 
 PKAISE. 455 
 
 From yon lowly roof, whose curling smoke 
 O'ermounts the mist, is heard at intervals 
 The voice of psalms the simple song of praise. 
 
 Graham. 
 
 And now, with fixed intent and mind sincere, 
 Lift up your eyes from earth, to praise with me 
 The Sovereign Lord, who reigns in heaven above, 
 And try to follow where I shew the way. 
 But be it yours, while joining in the prayer. 
 That not your tongue so much as heart may share. 
 O love supreme, full-orbed and glorious sun, 
 Compared with whom that other is but night, 
 The world's true life alone, the world's true light! 
 O Thou whose breath created it at first, 
 And still upholdest with a father's care ! 
 Whate'er Thou wiliest, who hast power to do ! 
 O fountain without rise, whose boundless stream 
 Flows without ebb, and undiminished pours ! 
 Who from Thyself derivest, underived ! 
 And in Thyself hast ever lived ! 
 Who, when revealed the most, then most art hid ! 
 Thou, if the soul has breathed one true desire 
 To see Thy light, wilt give it wings for heaven. 
 To mount a phosnix at Thy beam revived ! 
 Since nought there is beside Thee, in Thyself 
 And of Thyself sole blest ! since only Thou 
 Conferrest good, and to receive must give. 
 Deign in my heart, to light the holy flame, 
 And by my lips give glory to Thy name. 
 
 From the Italian of Celio Magno. 
 
 God of the fair and open sky ! 
 
 How gloriously above us springs 
 The tented dome of heavenly blue, 
 
 Suspended on the rainbow's rings ! 
 Each brilliant star that sparkles through, 
 
 Each gilded cloud that wanders free 
 In evening's purple radiance, gives 
 
 The beauty of its praise to Thee ! 
 
 W. B. O. Peabody.
 
 456 
 
 PEAYEB. 
 
 O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer : give ear, God of Jacob. 
 Psalm Ixxxiv. 8. 
 
 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou 
 hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father, which is in secret ; and thy 
 Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly. Matthew, 
 vi. 6. 
 
 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication 
 with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. 
 Philippians, iv. 6. 
 
 Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. James, v. 13. 
 
 The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. 
 James, v. 16. 
 
 EVEN as Elias, mounting to the sky, 
 Did cast his mantle to the earth behind, 
 
 So, when the heart presents the prayer on high, 
 Exclude the world from traffic with the mind : 
 
 Lips near to God, and ranging heart within, 
 
 Is but vain babbling, and converts to sin. 
 
 Robert Southwell. 
 
 Temporal blessings Heaven oft doth share 
 
 Unto the wicked, at the good man's prayer. 
 
 Quarles. 
 
 When we of helps or hopes are quite bereaven, 
 
 Our humble prayers have entrance into Heaven. 
 
 Ford. 
 Petitions yet remain 
 
 Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain. 
 
 Still raise for good the supplicating voice, 
 
 But leave to Heaven the measures and the choice. 
 
 Safe in His power whose eyes discern afar, 
 
 The secret ambush of a specious prayer ; 
 
 Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, 
 
 Secure whate'er He gives, He gives the best. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 O may my prayers before Thy throne arise, 
 
 An humble but accepted sacrifice ! 
 
 And when Thou shalt my weary eyelids close, 
 
 And to my body grant a sweet repose, 
 
 May my ethereal guardian kindly spread 
 
 His wings, and from the tempter shield my head ! 
 
 May of Thy heavenly light some piercing beams 
 
 Illume my sleep, and sanctify my dreams. Watts.
 
 PEAYER. 457 
 
 What various hindrances we meet 
 
 In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
 
 Yet who that knows the worth of prayer 
 
 But wishes to be often there P 
 
 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
 Gives exercise to faith and love, 
 Brings every blessing from above. 
 
 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
 
 Prayer make's the Christian's armour bright ; 
 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. Cowper. 
 
 Enthroned amidst the worlds of light, 
 
 Jehovah rules the realms of bliss ; 
 Yet bends to scenes of earthly night, 
 
 To such a house of pain as this ! 
 The glories of the heavenly plains 
 
 Hide not one mourner from his eye, 
 Nor can the seraphs' loudest strains 
 
 Drown, by their sound, the faintest sigh. 
 
 Oh Prayer ! thou mine of things unknown, 
 
 Who can be poor possessing thee ? 
 Thou wert a fount of joy alone, 
 
 Better than worlds of gold could be. 
 Were I bereft of all beside, 
 
 That bears the form or name of bliss, 
 I yet were rich, what will betide, 
 
 If God, in mercy, leave me this. Edmeston. 
 
 Prayer, surpassing human might ; 
 
 Prayer, heaven's holy portress ; 
 Prayer, the saint's supreme delight, 
 
 Prayer, the sinner's fortress. 
 Prayer and faith can joy impart, 
 
 Joy beyond expressing, 
 And call down upon the heart 
 
 Israel's choicest blessing. 
 
 Bernard Barton.
 
 458 PHAYEK. 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 Uttered or unexpressed; 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear, 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 
 When none but God is near. 
 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 The majesty on high. 
 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air ; 
 His watchword in the hour of death, 
 
 He enters Heaven with prayer. 
 
 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice. 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their hymns rejoice, 
 
 And cry, "Behold he prays .'" 
 
 O Thou by whom we come to God, 
 
 The life, the truth, the way, 
 The path of prayer Thyself hath trod, 
 
 Lord, teach us how to pray. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Arrested suns and tranquill'd seas declare 
 
 To heav'n and earth th' omnipotence of prayer, 
 
 That gives the hopeless hope, the feeble might, 
 
 Outruns the swift, and puts the strong to flight, 
 
 The noontide arrow foils, and plague that stalks by night: 
 
 TJnmatch'd in power, unbounded in extent, 
 
 As omnipresent as omnipotent, 
 
 To no meridian nor clime confined, 
 
 Man with his fellow-man, and mind to mind, 
 
 'T is hers, in links of love and charity to bind. 
 
 But farther still extends her awful reign : 
 
 To her indeed belongs that golden chain 
 
 From fabled God and their Olympus riven ; 
 
 But, since to truth and her adorers given, 
 
 E'en with his Maker man to join, and earth with heaven.
 
 PRAYER. 459 
 
 Then let those lips that never pray 'd, begin: 
 
 We must or cease to pray, or cease to sin ; 
 
 Each earth-born want and wish, a grov'ling brood, 
 
 Are oft mistaken, or misunderstood ; 
 
 But who would dare to pray for aught that is not good? 
 
 Nor that our prayers make Heav'n more prompt to give, 
 
 But they make us more worthy to receive : 
 
 There is in that celestial treasury 
 
 Wealth inexhaustible, admission free ; 
 
 But he that never prays, rejects the golden key. 
 
 Colton. 
 
 Prayer is a creature's strength, his very breath and 
 
 being ; 
 Prayer is the golden key that can open the wicket of 
 
 mercy ; 
 
 Prayer is the magic sound that saith to fate, so be it ; 
 Prayer is the slender nerve that moveth the muscles 
 
 of Omnipotence. 
 Wherefore, pray, O creature, for many and great are 
 
 thy wants : 
 Thy mind, thy conscience, and thy being, thy rights 
 
 commend thee unto prayer, 
 
 The cure of all cares, the grand panacea for all pains, 
 Doubt's destroyer, ruin's remedy, the antidote to all 
 
 anxieties. Martin F. Tupper. 
 
 But holiest rite or longest prayer 
 That soul can yield, or wisdom frame, 
 What better import can it bear 
 
 Than "Father, hallowed be Thy name !" 
 
 Eliza Cook. 
 
 Give me, O Lord, the spirit of prayer, 
 
 Thy grace, thy mercy to implore ; 
 Let not my wilful spirit dare 
 
 To count secure her present store. 
 The richer falls Thy dew of grace, 
 
 The humbler let my head descend, 
 Till mercy's sun in boundless space 
 
 Shall shed its bliss, time without end. 
 
 John Jay Adams.
 
 460 PREACHING. 
 
 PEE ACHING. 
 
 HOW then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed 'i 
 and how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? 
 and how shall they hear without a preacher? 
 
 And how shall they preach, except they be sent. Romans, x. 14, 15. 
 
 For, after that in the wisdom of God, the world by wisdom knew 
 not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them 
 that believe. I. Corinthians, i. 21. 
 
 Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, 
 rebuke, exhort, with all long-suffering and doctrine. II. Timothy, iv. 2. 
 
 HE bore his great commission in his look, 
 
 But sweetly tempered awe, and softened all he spoke. 
 
 He preached the joys of Heaven, and pains of hell, 
 
 And warned the sinner with becoming zeal, 
 
 But on eternal mercy loved to dwell. Dryden. 
 
 But above all, in her own light array'd, 
 
 See mercy's grand apocalypse display'd ! 
 
 The sacred book no longer suffers wrong, 
 
 Bound in the fetters of an unknown tongue ; 
 
 But speaks with plainness, art could never mend, 
 
 What simplest minds can soonest comprehend. 
 
 God gives the word, the preachers throng around, 
 
 Live from his lips, and spread the glorious sound : 
 
 That sound bespeaks salvation on her way, 
 
 The trumpet of a life-restoring day ; 
 
 'Tis heard where England's eastern glory shines, 
 
 And in the gulfs of her Cornubian mines. 
 
 And still it spreads. See Germany send forth 
 
 Her sons to pour it on the farthest north: 
 
 Fired with a zeal peculiar, they defy 
 
 The rage and rigour of a polar sky, 
 
 And plant successfully sweet Sharon's rose 
 
 On icy plains, and in eternal snows. Cowper. 
 
 No studied eloquence was there displayed, 
 Nor poetry of language lent its aid ; 
 But plain the words that from the preacher came ; 
 A preacher young, and all unknown to fame ; 
 While youth and age a listening ear inclined, 
 To learn the way the pearl of price to find. 
 
 Elizabeth Bogart.
 
 PBEPAEATION. 461 
 
 PKEPAKATION. 
 
 THE preparations of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, 
 is from the Lord. Proverbs, xvi. 1. 
 
 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor 
 perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, 
 what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him. Isaiah, Ixiv. 4. 
 
 Prepare to meet thy God. Amos, iv. 12. 
 
 BLASPHEME not Heaven -with rash, impatient speech, 
 
 Nor deem, at thine own hour, its rest to reach, 
 
 Unhappy child ! The full-appointed time 
 
 Is His to choose ; and when the sullen chime 
 
 And deep-toned striking of the funeral bell, 
 
 Thy fate to earthly ears shall sadly tell, 
 
 O ! may the death thou talk'st of as a boon, 
 
 Find thee prepared, nor come, even then, too soon ! 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 
 If no more 
 
 From its calmed deeps shall rise the fettered sea, 
 If Heaven's fair bow proclaims the peril o'er ; 
 A wreck more fearful yet remains for thee ; 
 Time only bears thee to eternity. 
 Tread then the path thy bright Exemplar trod ; 
 Think on the day when this vast earth shall be 
 In bursting flames dissolved yon skies so broad 
 Shrink like a shrivelled scroll. "Prepare to meet 
 thy God." Dale. 
 
 Prepare me gracious God 
 
 To stand before thy face ! 
 Thy spirit must the work perform 
 
 For it is all of grace. 
 
 In Christ's obedience clothe 
 
 And wash me in His blood ! 
 So shall I lift my hand with joy 
 
 Among the sons of God. 
 
 Do thou my sins subdue ; 
 
 Thy sov'reign love make known ; 
 The spirit of my mind renew, 
 
 And save me in thy Son. Anon.
 
 462 PBESENCE. 
 
 PRESENCE OMNIPRESENCE. 
 
 O (Joi), when Thou wentest forth before Thy people, when Thou 
 didst march through the wilderness ; 
 
 The earth shook, the heavens also dropped at the present? of God : 
 even Sinai itself was moved at the presence of God, the God of Israel. 
 Psalm Isviii. 7, 8. 
 
 Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? or whither shall 1 dee from 
 Thy presence f 
 
 If I ascend up into Heaven, Thou art there : if I make my bed in 
 hell, behold, Thou art there. 
 
 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost 
 parts of the sea ; 
 
 Even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold 
 me. Psalm cxxxix. 7, 8, 9, 10. 
 
 WHAT ! will a man play tricks, will he indulge 
 
 A silly fond conceit of his fair form, 
 
 And just proportion, fashionable mien, 
 
 A pretty face, in presence of his God ? Cowper. 
 
 Come, holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 Thou Father, Son, and Spirit come ! 
 I lean upon Thy changeless word ; 
 
 Make the faithful soul Thy home ! 
 Arm of the Lord, awake ! awake ! 
 
 In me Thy glorious self reveal : 
 Let me thy sevenfold gifts partake : 
 
 All, all Thy mighty presence feel. C. Wesley. 
 
 Yes ! what was earth to him, whose spirit passed 
 Time's utmost bounds P on whose unshrinking sight 
 Ten thousand shapes of burning glory cast 
 Their full resplendence? Majesty and might 
 "Were in his dreams ; for him the veil of light 
 Shrouding Heaven's inmost sanctuary and throne, 
 The curtain of the unutterably bright, 
 Was raised ! to him, in fearful splendour shown, 
 Ancient of days ! e'en Thou mad'st Thy dread presence 
 known. Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 In all the immense, the strange, and old, 
 Thy presence careless men behold ; 
 In all the little, weak, and mean, 
 By Faith be thou as clearly seen.
 
 PRESENCE. 463 
 
 Thou teachest not a leaf can grow, 
 Till life from Thee within it flow; 
 That not a speck of dust can be, 
 O Fount of Being, save by Thee ! 
 
 John Sterling. 
 
 What joy, while here I view the day, 
 That warns my thirsting soul away ; 
 
 What transports fill my breast ! 
 For lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
 Unfolds the everlasting door, 
 
 And leads me to His rest. 
 
 The festal morn, my God, is come, 
 That calls me to the hallowed dome, 
 
 Thy presence to adore ; 
 My feet the summons shall attend, 
 With willing steps Thy courts ascend, 
 
 And tread th' ethereal floor. MerricJc. 
 
 God hath a presence, and that ye luay see 
 
 In the fold of the flower, the leaf of the tree, 
 
 In the sun of the noon-day, the star of the night, 
 
 In the storm-cloud of darkness, the rainbow of night, 
 
 In the waves of the ocean, the furrows of land, 
 
 In the mountain of granite, the atom of sand", 
 
 Turn where ye may, from the sky to the sod, 
 
 Where can ye gaze that ye see not God. 
 
 Eliza Cook. 
 
 Soul of the world, All-seeing Eye, 
 Where, where shall man Thy presence fly ? 
 Say, would he climb the starry height ? 
 All Heaven is instinct with Thy Light : 
 Dwell in the darkness of the grave ? 
 Yea, Thou art there to judge and save. 
 
 In vain on wings of morn we soar, 
 
 In vain the realms of space explore, 
 
 In vain retreat to shades of night, 
 
 From what can veil us from Thy sight ? 
 
 Distance dissolves before Thy ray, 
 
 And darkness kindles into day. William Peter.
 
 464 PBIDE. 
 
 PEIDE. 
 
 EVERY one that is proud in heart is an abomination to the Lord. 
 Proverbs, xvi. 5. 
 
 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a falL 
 Proverbs, xvi. 18. 
 
 Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof ; and the 
 patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit. Ecclesiastes, vii. 8. 
 
 The day of the Lord of Hosts shall be upon every one that is proud 
 and lofty. Isaiah, ii. 12. 
 
 SMALL things make base men proud. Shakspere. 
 
 When grief, that well might humble, swells our pride, 
 
 And pride increasing aggravates our grief, 
 
 The tempest must prevail till we are lost. Lillo. 
 
 Though various foes against the truth combine, 
 Pride, above all, opposes her design ; 
 Pride, of a growth superior to the rest, 
 The subtlest serpent, with the loftiest crest, 
 Swells at the thought, and, kindling into rage, 
 Would hiss the cherub Mercy from the stage. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Pride, self-adoring pride, was primal cause 
 Of all sin past, all pain, all woe to come. Pollok. 
 
 Hate, unbelief, and blasphemy of God, 
 
 Envy and slender, malice and revenge, 
 
 And murder and deceit, and every birth 
 
 Of damned sort, were progeny of pride. Pollok. 
 
 What if his very virtues 
 
 Had pampered his swol'n heart, and made him proud ? 
 And what if pride had duped him into guilt P 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 If thou be one whose heart the holy form 
 Of young imagination hath kept pure, 
 Stranger ! henceforth be warn'd, and know that pride, 
 Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, 
 Is littleness ; that he who feels contempt 
 For any living thing, hath faculties 
 Which he has never used, that thought with him 
 Is in its infancy. Wordsworth.
 
 PRIEST. 465 
 
 PEIEST. 
 
 THE Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, thou art a priest for 
 ever after the order of Melchizedek. Psalm ex. 4. 
 
 Such an high priest became us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, 
 separate from sinners, and made higher than the heavens. 
 
 For the law maketh men high priests which have infirmity; but 
 the word of the oath, which was since the law, maketh the Son, who 
 is consecrated for evermore. Hebrews, vii. 26, 28. 
 
 BEHOLD, Melcliizedek ! 
 And he who for himself and for his seed 
 Paid tithes to him, and he who thus bespake 
 His pious Father : "But where is the Lamb 
 For sacrifice?" his dignity partake, 
 Humbly with Isaac and with Abraham, 
 The eternal priest bowed down in silent prayer. 
 Messiah thus 
 
 "Ere Abraham was, I am ! 
 And thou, thou priest of Salem, who while-ere 
 Greeted the faithful from his victory 
 With sacramental blessing; thou wert him 
 Of th' everlasting Order and Decree, 
 Whence bread from Heaven, angelic food for man, 
 And life divine outpoured in blood. With thee 
 That sacramental ordinance began, 
 Accomplished now. Be thou a priest for ever : 
 I swear, nor shall repent. I will I can 
 After thine Order rule, and it shall never 
 In righteousness and peace, surcease to hold 
 Sway and dominion when and w T heresoever." 
 
 J. A. Her and. 
 
 The priestly brotherhood, devout, sincere, 
 From mean self-interest and ambition clear, 
 Their hope in Heaven, servility their scorn, 
 Prompt to persuade, expostulate, and warn. 
 There wisdom pure, and given them from above, 
 Their usefulness ensured by zeal and love, 
 As meek as the man Moses, and withal 
 As bold as in Agrippa's presence, Paul, 
 Should fly the world's contaminating touch, 
 Holy and unpolluted. Cowper. 
 
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 466 PEI8ON. 
 
 PRISON. 
 
 LET the sighing of the prisoner come before Thee ; according to the 
 greatness of Thy power preserve Thou those that are appointed to 
 die. Psalm Ixxix. 11. 
 
 The Lord looseth the prisoners, Psalm cxlvi. 7. 
 
 Turn you to the stronghold ye prisoners of hope. Zechariah, ix. 12. 
 
 PBISONEBS of hope, arise, 
 
 And see your Lord appear ! 
 Lo ! on the wings of love He flies, 
 
 And brings redemption near. 
 
 Redemption in His blood 
 
 He calls you to receive : 
 "Look unto me, the pardoning God ; 
 
 Believe," He cries, "believe !" C. Wesley. 
 
 Though not a human voice he hears, 
 And not a human form appears 
 
 His solitude to share, 
 He is not all alone the eye 
 Of Him who hears the prisoner's sigh 
 
 Is even on him there. J. L. Chester. 
 
 The captive welcomes even death's relief: 
 What then, to him, the frowning prison- walls, 
 
 The clanking chain, the tyrant's Vengeful spite ? 
 From the freed spirit every shackle falls, 
 
 Earth's gloom is lost, in Heaven's glorious light. 
 
 H. H. Weld. 
 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord ; 
 
 Thou shalt receive my praise ; 
 I '11 sing "How faithful is Thy word! 
 How righteous all thy ways!" 
 
 Thou hast secured my soul from death, 
 
 O set Thy prisoner free ! 
 That heart and hand, and life and breath, 
 
 May be employ'd for Thee. 
 
 Then, like a bird that soars and sings, 
 
 Escaping from the cage, 
 My prisoned soul shall stretch her wings, 
 
 And in Thy cause engage. Anon.
 
 PROMISE. 467 
 
 PROMISE. 
 
 HE remembered His holy promise, and Abraham His servant. 
 
 And He brought forth His people with joy, and His chosen with 
 gladness. Psalm cv. 42, 43. 
 
 Behold I send the promise of my Father upon you. Luke, xxiv. 49. 
 The Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you. 
 
 All the promises of God in Him are yea, and in Him Ainen, unto 
 the glory of God by us. II. Corinthians, i. 1!>, 20. 
 
 His very word of grace is strong 
 
 As that which built the skies ; 
 The voice that rolls the stars along 
 
 Speaks all the promises. 
 He said, "Let the wide heaven be spread ;" 
 
 And heaven was stretched abroad. 
 "Abra'm, I'll be thy God," He said; 
 
 And He was Abra'm's God. Watts. 
 
 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God : He built the sky, 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
 His truth for ever stands secure, 
 He saves the oppress'd, He feeds the poor, 
 
 And none shall find His promise vain. Watts. 
 
 When the good man yields his breath, 
 
 (For the good man never dies,) 
 Bright, beyond the gulf of death, 
 
 To the land of promise hies ! James Montgomery. 
 
 Still let me love the sacred page 
 
 Where truths from Heaven recorded lie ; 
 And while I tread this mortal stage, 
 
 May I be taught to live and die. 
 Still let me bind it to my heart, 
 
 The richest jewel I can wear ; 
 That when all other charms depart, 
 
 Its lustre still may sparkle there. 
 Father! Thy truth shall be my guide ; 
 
 Thy promises my soul shall cheer ; 
 And when by sin or sorrow tried, 
 
 Oh! may Thy smile dispel my fear. Hutton.
 
 468 PROPHECY. 
 
 PKOPHECY PROPHETS. 
 
 HE spake by the mouth of His holy prophets, which have been since 
 the world began. Luke, i. 70. 
 
 Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any 
 private interpretation. 
 
 For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man : but holy 
 men of Q-od spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost. II. Peter, 
 i. 20, 21. 
 
 THE world's a prophecy of worlds to come. Young. 
 
 The words of prophecy, those truths divine, 
 
 Which make that Heaven, if thou desire it, thine 
 
 (Awful alternative ! believed, beloved, 
 
 Thy glory and thy shame if unimproved,) 
 
 Are never long vouchsafed, if pushed aside 
 
 With cold disgust, or philosophic pride. Cowper. 
 
 But chief the Prophets glowed with full delight, 
 Strong as a god, mature as soon as born 
 To scotch the serpent's coil. Oh, happy lands, 
 Where hope ne'er hopes in vain, and love is ne'er 
 
 lovelorn ! 
 
 And lo, Isaiah now amidst them stands, 
 Majestically eminent o'er all, 
 And blesses them with his thanksgiving hands. 
 Though they so great, he towers heroical, 
 Though humblest of that holiest company, 
 Sweet as sublime. So once looked royal Saul ; 
 So looked, but was not what he seemed to be, 
 Amidst the children of his father's land, 
 The goodliest, loftier then the rest was he. 
 But fairer Jesse's son whom Samuel's hand 
 King 'midst his brethren hallowed and proclaimed. 
 So Samuel stood above the prophet band, 
 When the insane tyrant at the youth's life aimed, 
 But, smit at Naioth by the Spirit there, 
 Quelled at his feet lay naked and ashamed. 
 Now, as a pupil in his own school here, 
 Vaileth his reverential forehead low 
 Unto the prophet, the time-hallowed Seer 
 A larger college is endowed now ; 
 A true prophetic university ;
 
 PROPHECY. 
 
 The jewels are made up, or nearly so ; 
 One only they await, to whose broad eye 
 Shall be disclosed the vision, that will fill 
 The casket up, and seal it sacredly. 
 
 ****** 
 So Jeremiah on a sea of grief 
 Floated his ark of pensive melody. 
 
 With bolder mien, and shown in strong relief, 
 Ezekiel, with a brother's strict embrace, 
 Greeted the grasp of that returned chief; 
 Yet sighed bitterly before his face, 
 Because the furbished sword contemned the rod, 
 And, for a trial, glowed with its disgrace, 
 Sanguine with slaughter. Let it rage ! For God 
 "Will smite his hands together, and refrain 
 From fury but the vintage must be trod. 
 To men on earth his was a lovely strain, 
 Of one who sweetly sang, and deftly played, 
 But in a foreign land discoursed in vain. 
 
 Oh, Daniel well beloved ! who plainly said 
 
 In no strange tongue the things that were to be, 
 
 Simple of manners, and of mind unswayed. 
 
 Dear is the welcome of simplicity! 
 
 How dear is thine, to whom for this was given 
 
 The Hope of Nations over all to see ! 
 
 Come forth, ye sacred band, inspired of Heaven, 
 Surround the Prophet silently controlled, 
 And hear how well his embassy has thriven 
 Hosea, the zealous ; Amos, herdsman bold ; 
 Jonas, type of our theme, and Obadiah, 
 And Nahum, who of Nineveh foretold 
 Micah and Habakkuk, and Zephaniah, 
 Joel, Haggai, and Malachi who saves 
 But with a curse, and lofty Zechariah 
 Noble your duty noble he who braves 
 The stormy world, and guides the ark of God 
 In safety o'er the inimical waves ! 
 
 J. A. Heraud.
 
 470 PROSPERITY. 
 
 PROSPERITY. 
 
 FOR I was envious at the foolish, -when I saw the prosperity of the 
 wicked. 
 Until I went into the sanctuary of God ; then understood I their end. 
 
 Surely Thou didst set them in slippery places : Thou castedst them 
 down into destruction. Psalm Ixxiii. 3, 17, 18. 
 
 O Lord, I beseech thee, send now prosperity. Psalm cxviii. 25. 
 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem : they shall prosper that love thee. 
 
 Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces. 
 Psalm cxxii. 6, 7. 
 
 DAILY and hourly proof 
 Tells us prosperity 's at the highest degree 
 The fount and handle of calamity. Chapman. 
 
 O, how portentous is prosperity ! 
 How, comet-like, it threatens while it shines ! 
 Few years but yield us proof of Death's ambition 
 To cull his victims from the fairest fold, 
 And sheathe his shafts in all the pride of life. 
 When flooded with abundance, purpled o'er 
 With recent honour, bloomed with every bliss, 
 Set up in ostentation, made the gaze, 
 The gaudy centre of the public eye ; 
 When fortune thus has tossed her child in air, 
 Snatched from the covert of an humble state, 
 How often have I seen him dropt at once, 
 Our morning's envy, and our evening's sigh ! 
 As if her bounties were the signal given, 
 The flowery wreath to mark the sacrifice, 
 And call Death's arrows on the destined prey. 
 
 Young. 
 
 The man, perhaps, 
 
 Thou pitiest, draws his comfort from distress. 
 That mind so poised, and centred in the good 
 Supreme, so kindle with devotion's flame, 
 Might, with prosperity's enchanting cup 
 Inebriate, have forgot the All-giving hand ; 
 Might on earth's vain and transitory joys 
 Have built its sole felicity, nor e'er 
 Winged a desire beyond. George Sally.
 
 471 
 
 PSALM. 
 
 TAKE a psalm, and bring hither the timbrel, the pleasant harp with 
 the psaltery. Psalm Ixxxi. 2. 
 
 Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, 
 singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord. Ephesians, v. 19- 
 
 Is any merry? let him sing psalms. James, v. 111. 
 
 WHEN Israel's king first woke his strains sublime, 
 
 And offered praises unto Thee, O Lord ! 
 With heart contrite for expiated crime, 
 
 And soul that yearned Thy mercy-seat toward ; 
 He knew Thy power, he felt Thy saving grace, 
 
 On earth with joy Thy wondrous works surveyed, 
 Then turned to Heaven, his final resting-place, 
 
 And thence drew inspiration as he prayed. 
 
 With shawms andpsalt'rys as in days of yore, 
 
 And dulcimers and harps we greet Thee not, 
 But richer, sweeter strains around us pour, 
 
 And fill with melody this sacred spot ; 
 To Thee, to Thee, great God of Hosts ! this day 
 
 An instrument of praise we consecrate : 
 May we, like David, own Thy sovereign sway, 
 
 And unto Thee our service dedicate. 
 
 As through Thy temple now the deep strains peal 
 
 And choral minstrelsy is heard to swell, 
 Devotion wakes within us, and we feel 
 
 All that the psalmist hath expressed so well ; 
 Be it no transient feeling that within 
 
 The bosom stirs, and turns the soul to Thee ; 
 Guard us, and save us from besetting sin ; 
 
 Make us Thine own to all eternity ! Egone. 
 
 Nor think the muse, whose sober voice ye hear, 
 Contracts, with bigot frown, her sullen brow ; 
 
 Casts round Religion's orb the mists of fear, 
 
 Or shades with horrors what with smiles should glow. 
 
 No ; she would warm you with seraphic fire, 
 Heirs as ye are, of Heaven's eternal day ; 
 
 Would bid you boldly to that Heaven aspire, 
 Nor sink and slumber in your cells of clay. 
 
 William Mason.
 
 472 PUNISHMENT. 
 
 PUNISHMENT. 
 
 WHEREFOKE doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment 
 of his sins? 
 
 Let us search and try our ways, and turn a'jrain to the Lord. - 
 Lamentations, iii. 39, 40. 
 
 Then shall He say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from 
 me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil is ml his 
 angels. 
 
 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the 
 righteous into life eternal. Matthew, xxv. 41, 46. 
 
 Governors are sent by him for the punishment r.f evil doers, ami 
 for the praise of them that do well. I. Peter, ii. 14. 
 
 THE house of endless pain is built thereby, 
 In which ten thousand sorts of punishment 
 The cursed creatures do eternally torment. Spenser. 
 
 If you confess humanity, believe 
 
 There is a Grod, to punish or reward 
 
 Our doings here. Thomas Southern. 
 
 Ye princes all, and rulers every one, 
 In punishment beware of hatred's ire. 
 
 Before you scourge, take heed ; look well thereon: 
 In wrath's ill will, if malice kindle fire, 
 Your hearts will burn in such a hot desire, 
 
 That, in those flames, the smoke shall dim your sight, 
 
 Ye shall forget to join your justice right. 
 
 You should not judge till things be well discerned ; 
 
 Your charge is still to maintain upright laws : 
 In conscience' rules ye should be throughly learned 
 
 Where clemency bids wrath and rashness pause; 
 
 And further saith, strike not without a cause : 
 And when ye smite, do it for justice' sake ; 
 Then in good part each man your scourge will take. 
 
 Thomas Churchyard. 
 
 Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues, 
 I could not half those horrid crimes repeat, 
 Nor half the punishment those crimes have met. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 A greater power 
 Now ruled him, punished in the shape he sinned. 
 
 Milton.
 
 PURITY. 473 
 
 PURITY. 
 
 BLESSED are the pure in heart ; for they shall see God. Matthew, 
 v. 8. 
 
 For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer 
 sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying of the flesh : 
 
 How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal 
 Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from 
 dead works to serve the living God. Hebrews, ix. 13, 14. 
 
 HENCEFORTH in my name 
 Take courage, O thou woman, man take hope, 
 Your graves shall be as smooth as Eden's sward, 
 Beneath the steps of your prospective thoughts ; 
 And, one step past them, a new Eden gate 
 Shall open on a hinge of harmony, 
 And let you through to mercy. Ye shall fall 
 No more within that Eden, nor pass out 
 Any more from it. In which hope, move on 
 First sinners and first mourners. Live and love, 
 Doing both nobly because lowlily, 
 Love and work strongly, because patiently ! 
 And for the deed of death, trust it to God, 
 That it be well done, unrepented of, 
 And not to loss. And thence with constant prayers 
 Fasten your souls on high, that constantly 
 The smile of your heroic cheer may float 
 Above all floods of earthly agonies, 
 Purification being the joy of pain. 
 
 E. B. Browning. 
 
 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean 
 
 From the defiling power of sin, 
 
 With endless pleasure they shall see 
 
 A God of spotless purity. Watts. 
 
 Me through the blood of sprinkling make 
 
 Pure from defilement white as snow, 
 Heal me for my Redeemer's sake, 
 Then joy and gladness I shall know. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls 
 
 From all pollution free ; 
 The pure in heart are thy delight, 
 
 And they thy face shall see. Needham.
 
 474 QUIET. 
 
 QUIET. 
 
 WHEN he giveth quietness, who can then make trouble? Job, xxxiv. 
 29. 
 
 But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be 
 quiet from fear of evil. Proverbs, i. 33. 
 
 For thus saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel ; In returning 
 and rest shall ye be saved ; in quietness and in confidence shall be 
 your strength : and ye would not. Isaiah, xxx. 15. 
 
 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, 
 
 Make me teachable and mild, 
 Upright, simple, free from art, 
 
 Make me as a weaned child, 
 From distrust and envy free. 
 Pleased with all that pleases Thee. Newton. 
 
 If there be a heaven so fair 
 
 O'er us ever shining, 
 We shall never enter there 
 
 By looking up and pining. 
 In one holy, quiet thought, 
 Heaven to us is nearer brought, 
 Than in all the radiance bright, 
 Of a thousand worlds of light. J. Gostick. 
 
 Come to thy lonely bower, thou who dost love 
 The hour of musing. Come, before the brow 
 Of twilight darkens, or the solemn stars 
 Look from their casement, 'mid that hush of soul, 
 Music from viewless harps shall visit thee, 
 Such as thou never heard'st amid the din 
 Of earth's coarse enginery, by toil and care 
 Urged on without reprieve : Ah ! kneel and catch 
 That tuneful cadence. 
 
 How closely wrapt 
 
 In quiet slumber are all things around. 
 The vine-leaf and the willow-fringe stir not, 
 Nor doth the chirping of the feeblest bird, 
 Nor even the cold glance of the vestal moon, 
 Disturb thy reverie. Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 RANSOM. 475 
 
 RANSOM. 
 
 THEY that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the mul- 
 titude of their riches ; 
 
 None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to 
 God a ransom for him. Psalm xlix. 6, 7. 
 
 And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with 
 songs and everlasting joy upon their heads : they shall obtain joy and 
 gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Isaiah, xxxv. 10. 
 
 For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the 
 man Christ Jesus; 
 
 Who gave himself a ransom for all, to be testified in due time. 
 I. Timothy, ii. 5, 6. 
 
 EEE the third dawning light 
 Return, the stars of morn shall see Him rise, 
 The ransom paid which man from death redeems 
 His death for man. Milton. 
 
 Lord of every land and nation, 
 
 Ancient of eternal days, 
 Sounded through the wide creation 
 
 Be Thy just and lawful praise. 
 Brightness of Thy Father's glory, 
 
 Shall Thy praise unuttered be ? 
 Fly my tongue, such guilty silence, 
 
 Sing the Lord who came to die ! 
 From the highest throne of glory, 
 
 To the cross of deepest woe ; 
 All to ransom guilty sinners : 
 
 Flow, thy praise, for ever, flow ! Bobinson. 
 
 The ransomed shout to their glorious King, 
 Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing ; 
 But a sinless and joyless song they raise, 
 And their voice of prayer is eternal praise. 
 
 Henry Ware, Jr. 
 Blessed are the sons of God ; 
 They are bought with Jesu's blood, 
 They are ransom 'd from the grave, 
 Life eternal they shall have : 
 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 
 Now and through eternity ! Humphreys.
 
 476 
 
 EE AS ON SEASONS. 
 
 COME now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord : though your 
 sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow ; though they be red 
 like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isaiah, i. 18. 
 
 Produce your cause, saith the Lord ; bring forth your strong reasons 
 saith the King of Jacob. Isaiah, xli. 21. 
 
 And at the end of the days I Nebuchadnezzar lifted up mine eyes 
 unto heaven, and mine understanding returned unto me, and I blessed 
 the Most High; 
 
 At the same time my reason returned. Daniel, iv. 34, 36. 
 
 DIM as the borrowed beams of moon and stars 
 To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, 
 Is Reason to the soul ; and as on high 
 Those rolling fires discover but the sky, 
 Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray 
 Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, 
 But guide us upward to a better day. 
 And as those nightly tapers disappear, 
 "When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere ; 
 So pale grows Reason, at Religion's sight ; 
 So dies, and so dissolves, in supernatural light. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Yet, since the effects of Providence, we find, 
 Are variously dispensed to human kind ; 
 That Vice triumphs and Virtue suffers here, 
 A brand that sovereign justice cannot bear ; 
 Our reason prompts us to a future state, 
 The last appeal from fortune and from fate : 
 Where God's all-righteous ways will be declared ; 
 The bad meet punishment, the good reward. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Though Reason cannot through Faith's mysteries see, 
 
 It sees that there, and such they be ; 
 
 Though it, like Moses, by a sad command 
 
 Must not come into th' Holy Land, 
 
 Yet thither it infallibly does guide, 
 
 And from afar 't is all descried. Cowley. 
 
 Through Reasons wounds alone, thy faith can die. 
 
 Young.
 
 BEASON. 477 
 
 Reason the root ; fair faith is but the flower ; 
 The fading flower shall die, but reason lives 
 Immortal, as her Father in the skies. Young. 
 
 'T is Reason our great Master holds so dear ; 
 
 'T is Reasons injured rights His wrath resents; 
 
 'T is Reason s voice obeyed, His glories crown ; 
 
 To give lost Reason life, He poured His own. Young. 
 
 With scanty line shall Reason dare to mete 
 
 Th' immeasurable depths of Providence ? 
 
 On the swol'n bladders of opinion borne, 
 
 She floats awhile, then, floundering, sinks absorbed 
 
 Within that boundless sea she strove to grasp. 
 
 Shall man, here stationed to revere that God 
 
 Who called him into being from the dust, 
 
 His moral scheme implead, and, impious, cite 
 
 Th' Almighty Legislator to the bar 
 
 Of erring intellect? George Bally. 
 
 Far other flame the vain enthusiast feels 
 When, reason by delusive fancy led 
 In sad captivity, the thoughts confused 
 Eush on his mind in dark and doubtful sense, 
 His mind a chaos of blind zeal, that spurns 
 Th' unerring clue which mild discretion lends. 
 Perchance the clashing images strike out 
 Some ray of casual light ; how soon 
 The weak and momentary glance is lost 
 Beneath a load of wild obscurity ! 
 Much does he labour with some weighty thought 
 Of faith, of grace, of Heaven, perchance of hell, 
 But all in vain he draws the thread confused 
 To tedious length ; the end eludes his search, 
 And leaves him wrapt in wild perplexity, 
 Recoiling still on the same beaten track. 
 
 Charles Jenner. 
 The godhead which is ours 
 Can never utterly be charmed or stilled ; 
 That nothing hath a natural right to last 
 But equity and reason. Wordsworth.
 
 478 REDEEMER. 
 
 REDEEMER 
 
 I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the 
 latter day upon the earth. Job, xix. 2-. 
 
 Thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel ; the God of the whole earth 
 shall He be called. Isaiah, liv. 5. 
 
 The Redeemer shall come to Zion, and unto them that turn from 
 transgression in Jacob, saith the Lord. Isaiah, lix. 20. 
 
 O, BLE^T Redeemer, from Thy sacred throne, 
 Where saints and angels sing Thy triumphs won, 
 From that exalted height of bliss supreme 
 Look down on those who bear Thy Sacred Name ; 
 Restore their ways, inspire them by Thy grace, 
 Thy laws to follow, and Thy steps to trace ; 
 Thy bright example to Thy doctrine join, 
 And by their morals prove their faith divine ! 
 
 Boyse. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, 
 The King of Glory comes ! He comes to clothe 
 This mortal in the unperishable garb 
 Of immortality ! Hear it, ye dead, 
 Hear the glad tidings ! and with trembling hope 
 Expect that day, when at th' Archangel's trump, 
 From the long sleep of many thousand years 
 Ye shall awake awake to sleep no more : 
 Hear it, O living man, ere greedy Death 
 . Consigns thee to the prison of the tomb ; 
 Hear and be wise, seek thy Redeemer's throne ; 
 On bending knees implore His healing grace, 
 Chaunt forth His praise and venerate His name. 
 
 William Holland. 
 
 Then shall the day-spring rise, before whose beams 
 The darkness of the world is past : for hark ! 
 Seraphs and angel-choirs with symphonies 
 Acclaiming of ten thousand golden harps, 
 Amid the bursting clouds of heaven reveal'd. 
 At once in glory jubilant, they sing : 
 "God the Redeemer liveth ! He who took 
 Man's nature on Him, and in human shroud 
 Veil'd His immortal glory ! He is risen 
 God the Redeemer liveth ! and behold 
 The gates of life and immortality 
 Opened to all that breathe." Bowles.
 
 REDEEMER. 479 
 
 Out of my penitence there has grown hope ; 
 
 I trust and raise my suppliant eyes to Heaven, 
 
 And when my soul desponds, I meekly say, 
 
 "I know that my Redeemer liveth." Miss Landon. 
 
 He dies ; in whose high victory, 
 
 The slayer, death himself, shall die, 
 
 He dies ; by whose all-conquering tread 
 
 Shall yet be crushed the serpent's head ; 
 
 From his proud throne to darkness hurled, 
 
 The god and tempter of this world. 
 
 He dies ; creation's awful Lord, 
 
 Jehovah, Christ, Eternal Word ! 
 
 To come in thunder from the skies ; 
 
 To bid the buried world arise ; 
 
 The earth His footstool, heaven His throne ; 
 
 Redeemer .' may Thy will be done ! Croly. 
 
 My blest Redeemer lives. In that last day 
 
 When, like the baseless fabric of a dream, 
 Earth's unsubstantial glories pass away, 
 
 He then shall stand, acknowledged Lord supreme. 
 My blest Redeemer lives. Though death the head 
 
 Consign, a victim to the silent tomb ; 
 Though worms around my lifeless body spread, 
 
 Though noisome worms these mouldering limbs 
 
 consume, 
 
 Triumphant still o'er Satan's power I rise, 
 My God, my Grod appears, and wakes these languid 
 eyes. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Rejected, scorned, 
 
 Despised, a man of sorrow and distress, 
 To all the ills which poverty's chill cold, 
 Or power of tyrant malice could inflict, 
 Exposed a victim, through life's wretched vale 
 Our blest Redeemer passed. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies 
 
 Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
 
 Through every land by every tongue. Watta.
 
 480 REDEMPTION. 
 
 REDEMPTION. 
 
 WITH the Lord there is mercy, and with Him is plenteous redemp- 
 tion. Psalm cxxx. 7. 
 
 But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus, who, of God, is made unto us 
 wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and rt-dfinption.l. 
 Corinthians, i. 30. 
 
 Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by His own blood, 
 He entered in once into the holy, place, haying obtained eternal re- 
 demption for us.- Hebrews, ix. 12. 
 
 REDEMPTION ! 't was creation more sublime ; 
 
 Redemption ! 't was the labour of the skies ; 
 
 Far more than labour, it was death in Heaven : 
 
 A truth so strange ! 't were bold to think it true, 
 
 If not far bolder still, to disbelieve. Young. 
 
 Harp ! lift thy voice on high ! shout, angels, shout ! 
 
 And loudest ye redeemed ! Glory to God, 
 
 And to the Lamb, who bought us with His blood, 
 
 From every kindred, nation, people, tongue ; 
 
 And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls ; 
 
 And gave us robes of linen pure, and crowns 
 
 Of life, and made us kings and priests to God! 
 
 Shout back to ancient time ! sing loud, and wave 
 
 Your palms of triumph ! sing, where is thy sting, 
 
 O death ? where is thy victory, O grave ? 
 
 Thanks be to God, eternal thanks, who gave 
 
 Us victory through Jesus Christ, our Lord ! 
 
 Harp ! lift thy voice on high ! shout, angels, shout! 
 
 And loudest ye redeemed ! Glory to God, 
 
 And to the Lamb, all glory and all praise ! 
 
 All glory and all praise, at morn and even, 
 
 That come and go eternally, and find 
 
 Us happy still, and Thee for ever blest ! 
 
 Glory to God and to the Lamb ! Amen. 
 
 For ever and for evermore ! Amen. Robert PolloTf. 
 
 Redemption was no after-thought, by Sin 
 Awakened from thy depths, celestial Love ! 
 When first Humanity the fiend obeyed, 
 For in the councils of Almighty Grace 
 Thy priesthood, Oh Incarnate ! was designed 
 Before Creation out of nothing sprang.
 
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 But when at length the hour predestined came, 
 Eternity a form of Time assum'd ; 
 Then from His throne of perfect glory stoop'd 
 The second in the Godhead, and Himself 
 In mortal limbs and lineaments array'd ; 
 Then did Emmanuel on this blighted earth 
 Of sin and suffering, body forth such grace 
 As made our orb a miracle of worlds, 
 By there achieving what the God Triune 
 Determined when their master-work was plann'd, 
 The vast atonement blood divine unveils. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Nor hymn, nor harp, nor song divine, 
 
 Nor myriad orbs created Thine, 
 
 Thy measureless display of love 
 
 To earth below, and heaven above, 
 
 By their unmingled power could tell, 
 
 That ends the curse, and conquers hell ! 
 
 Lo ! the manger where He lies, 
 
 A world-redeeming sacrifice : 
 
 "Peace on earth! to man good- will!" 
 
 Let the skies our anthem fill ! JR. Montgomery. 
 
 Hark ! 't is the prophet of the skies 
 
 Proclaims redemption near ; 
 The night of death and bondage flies, 
 
 The dawning tints appear. 
 
 Zion, from deepest shades of gloom, 
 
 Awakes to glorious day ; 
 Her desert wastes with verdure bloom, 
 
 Her shadows flee away. 
 
 To heal her wounds, her night dispel, 
 
 The heralds cross the main ; 
 On calvary's awful brow they tell, 
 
 That Jesus lives again. 
 
 From Salem's towers, the Islam sign, 
 
 With holy zeal is hurled : 
 'Tis there Immanuel's symbols shine, 
 
 His banner is unfurled. 
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 482 REDEMPTION. 
 
 The gladdening news, conveyed afar, 
 
 Remotest nations near ; 
 To welcome Judah's rising star, 
 
 The ransomed tribes appear. 
 
 Again in Bethlehem swells the song, 
 
 The choral breaks again ; 
 While Jordan's shores the strains prolong, 
 
 "Good-will and peace to men !" 
 
 W. P. Tappan. 
 
 Redemption ! O, thou beauteous mystic plan ! 
 
 Thou salutary source of light to man ! 
 
 What tongue can speak thy comprehensive grace ? 
 
 What thought thy depths unfathomable trace ? 
 
 When lost in sin our ruined nature lay, 
 
 When awful justice claimed her righteous pay, 
 
 See the mild Saviour bend His pitying eye, 
 
 And stop the lightning just prepared to fly ! Boyse. 
 
 Be every knee 
 
 To Christ in homage bent ! Be every heart 
 In adoration, and in fervent prayer, 
 To Him poured forth ! From His all-gracious birth, 
 The day-spring from on high descends : grim death, 
 Stripped of his boasted empire, prostrate falls : 
 The cerements of the dank, victorious grave 
 Are burst asunder : th' adamantine gates 
 Of Paradise unbarred : man's forfeit race 
 From the deep gulf of Erebus redeemed, 
 To life, to immortality arise. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 The grand Redemption of degenerate man 
 
 Is not a single, independent act, 
 
 But one great system ; that, perchance, involved 
 
 In the one only greater, God's high law 
 
 Pervading and supporting every part 
 
 Of the stupendous universe : to thee, 
 
 Dark are the system's limits ; nay, the whole 
 
 To thee unknown, save some minuter spots, 
 
 Displayed to show the parts thou hast to act 
 
 In the alarming scene. John Hey.
 
 REFUGE. 483 
 
 KEFUGE. 
 
 THE eternal God is thy refuge. Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 27. 
 
 The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times 
 of trouble. Psalm ix. 9. 
 
 I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress. Psalm 
 xci. 2. 
 
 AT length life's stormy voyage well nigh done, 
 
 These waves shall toss my fragile bark no more, 
 But ah! there waits the judge, the unerring one, 
 
 Who shall each word, and work, and thought explore. 
 
 And is it so ? the fantasy is o'er 
 That made enshrined art my idol still ; 
 
 And many a flying shade I chased before, 
 As my chief good was but a specious ill ! 
 What, if when death has wrack'd his power to kill, 
 
 The living death beyond the grave be mine. 
 The pencil and the chisel have no skill 
 
 To chain such thoughts to rest. O Love Divine 
 Who didst spread wide thy arms on Calvary, 
 Be thou my refuge, Lord ! for I have none save thine ! 
 
 Michael Angela. 
 
 When rising winds and rain descending, 
 
 A near approaching storm declare ; 
 With trembling speed their wings extending, 
 
 The birds to sheltering trees repair. 
 
 So I, by faith, with sin oppressed, 
 
 Would refuge taste, O Christ, in thee ; 
 
 Thou art my hiding-place and rest, 
 
 From every evil shelter me. From the German. 
 
 Except the Lord the city keep 
 
 All vainly may the watchman wake, 
 The careless souls within who sleep 
 
 In fear and terror well may quake. 
 
 Except the soul for safety flee 
 
 For refuge to the city built 
 By God for trembling sinners, he 
 
 Will be o'ertaken in his guilt. 
 
 Eg one.
 
 484 BELIGION. 
 
 RELIGION. 
 
 IP any man among yon seem to be religious, and bridleth not his 
 tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain. 
 
 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To 
 visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep him- 
 self unspotted from the world. James, i. 26, 27. 
 
 SEEMING devotion doth but gild the knave, 
 
 That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave ; 
 
 But where Religion doth with Virtue join, 
 
 It makes a hero like an angel shine. Waller. 
 
 Religion's all. Descending from the skies 
 To wretched man, the goddess, in her left, 
 Holds out this world, and in her right, the next. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Religion ! Providence ! an after state ! 
 Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! 
 This can support us ; all is sea besides ; 
 Sinks under us, bestows, and then devours. 
 His hand the good man fastens on the skies, 
 And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl. Young. 
 
 Religion does not censure, or exclude 
 
 Unnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued. Cowper. 
 
 Pity Religion has so seldom found 
 
 A skilful guide into poetic ground ! 
 
 The flowers would spring where'er she deigned to stray, 
 
 And every muse attend her in the way. 
 
 Virtue, indeed, meets many a rhyming friend, 
 
 And many a compliment politely penned ; 
 
 But unattired in that becoming vest 
 
 Religion weaves for her, and half undressed, 
 
 Stands in the desert, shivering and forlorn 
 
 A wintry figure, like a withered thorn. 
 
 The shelves are full, all other themes are sped ; 
 
 Hackneyed and worn to the last flimsy thread, 
 
 Satire has long since done his best, and curs'd ; 
 
 And loathsome ribaldry has done his worst ; 
 
 Fancy has sported all her powers away 
 
 In tales and trifles, and in children's play ;
 
 RELIGION. 485 
 
 And 'tis the sad complaint, and almost true, 
 Whate'er we write, we bring forth nothing new. 
 'T were new, indeed, to see a bard all fire, 
 Touched with a coal from Heaven, assume the lyre 
 And tell the world, still kindling as he sung, 
 With more than mortal music on his tongue, 
 That he who died below, and reigns above, 
 Inspires the song, and that His name is Love. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Religion ! what treasures untold 
 Reside in that heavenly word, 
 More precious than silver and gold, 
 
 Or all that this earth can afford. Cowper. 
 
 And when religious sects ran mad, 
 He held, in spite of all his learning, 
 
 That if a man's belief is bad, 
 
 It will not be improved by burning. Praed. 
 
 This Religion, which dilates our thoughts 
 Of God Supreme to an infinity 
 Of awful greatness, yet connects us with Him 
 As children, loved and cherished ; 
 Adoring awe with tenderness united. 
 
 Joanna Saillie. 
 Religion pure, 
 Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes 
 
 Wear myriad modes, 
 
 Contains all creeds within its mighty span 
 The love of God, displayed in love of man. 
 
 Horace Smith. 
 
 And when Religion moves upon the face 
 Of the remote and multitudinous seas, 
 Be hers again the peaceful mien that charmed 
 Judea's midnight winds in secret prayer, 
 And walked, a spirit of prevailing love, 
 Upon the star-lit waves of Galilee. A. Alexander. 
 
 That man alone is truly brave, whose soul 
 By virtue tutored, by religion swayed, 
 At their tribunal every impulse scans. 
 
 Samuel Hayes.
 
 486 RELIGION. 
 
 Religion is the chief concern 
 
 Of mortals here below ; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 
 Its sovereign virtue know ! 
 
 More needful this than glittering wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world bestows ; 
 Not reputation, food, nor health, 
 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 Religion should our thoughts engage 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom; 
 'T will fit us for declining age, 
 
 And for the awful tomb. Fawcett. 
 
 deem not that Religions hallowed name 
 Is justly given to deeds of guilt and shame. 
 Deem not she loves the faggot and the steel, 
 
 The blood-stained hand, the heart untaught to feel. 
 
 Trace not her footsteps in the princely hall, 
 
 Where Borgia's father held high festival. 
 
 She flees from haunts of guilt, nor heeds her voice 
 
 To bid the unrepentant heart rejoice ; 
 
 To the seared spirit opes no ready heaven ; 
 
 Forgives not him whom God hath not forgiven ; 
 
 Nor loves she pomp's vain homage ; not the tide 
 
 Of low oblations at the shrine of pride. 
 
 Wm. Spicer Wood. 
 
 1 see the ocean tossing in its strength, 
 
 And with a moan that speaks of coming storms 
 
 Bousing the dark waves from their lair, to greet 
 
 The howling wind, that in its force comes down 
 
 As with a war-cry of defiance, to 
 
 The might of the proud waters ; in the midst 
 
 A giant rock uprears its crest, upon 
 
 Whose summit stands a form, beneath whose crowned 
 
 And awful brow the tempest seems to quail : 
 
 The pale magnificent beauty of her face 
 
 Is shaded by dark raven locks, that seem 
 
 Like night descending on the setting sun 
 
 The calm rebuking chastity of eye 
 
 That lays the soul so bare before its glance
 
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 Is hers, and her august and stately form 
 
 Towers o'er the storm and tempest like a god 
 
 Serene in power. 'T is Religion yes, 
 
 Woman thy homage is well paid to her, 
 
 Who shall be as a mother to thy race ; 
 
 When in his dungeon the lone prisoner weeps 
 
 Deserted by his kindred ; hunted down 
 
 Like a wild beast of prey by man, and left 
 
 Year after year to count the lingering time 
 
 By the slow pulse of his own failing heart ; 
 
 When in the bitterness of his despair 
 
 He weeps, and deems himself forsaken by 
 
 All living things ; her soothing voice shall thrill 
 
 In comfort to his heart ; her form shall bend 
 
 Like a pitying mother's o'er him, and 
 
 Uphold his drooping head; her hallow 'd brow 
 
 Shall shed its light upon his soul, and cast 
 
 Around him peace ineffable. L. C. Reddell. 
 
 With ineffectual toil, the Pow'r Supreme 
 I sought along the mead which flow'rets bore ; 
 Thro' a dense woodland ; by a mazy stream ; 
 On heights ; in valleys ; by the wavy shore ; 
 
 Nor God I found within the solar beam ; 
 Nor in night's radiance. What I could explore, 
 I saw, with proofs of His existence teem ; 
 His certain stamp it had, but nothing more ! 
 
 But thou, Religion ! can'st unveil His face ! 
 Shall, then, man's bosom feel no love for thee, 
 And seek thee not within thy hallow'd place ? 
 How clearly there the eye of Faith can see 
 The ever-living God of Truth Love Grace ! 
 There man can learn to meet Eternity ! 
 
 Rev. W. Pulling. 
 'Tis Religion that can give, 
 Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 
 'T is Religion must supply 
 Solid comfort when we die. 
 
 After death its joys will be 
 
 Lasting as eternity ! 
 
 Be the living God my friend, 
 
 Then my bliss shall never end. Master.
 
 REMEMBRANCE. 
 
 "REMEMBRANCE. 
 
 REMEMBER, Lord, thy tender mercies and thy loving-kindnesses ; 
 for they have been ever of old. 
 
 Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions : 
 according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O 
 Lord. Psalm xxv. 6, 7. 
 
 They that feared the Lord spake often one to another, and the Lord 
 hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before 
 him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon his name. 
 Malachi, iii. 16. 
 
 GETHSEMANE, can I forget ? or there Thy conflict see, 
 
 Thine agony and bloody sweat, and not remember Thee ? 
 
 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, and rest on Calvary, 
 
 O Lamb of God, my sacrifice ! I must remember Thee ! 
 
 Remember Thee and all Thy pains, and all Thy love to 
 me ; 
 
 Yea, while a breath or pulse remains, I will remember 
 Thee! 
 
 And when these failing lips grow dumb, and mind and 
 memory flee, 
 
 When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus re- 
 member me. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Say, who can mourn 
 Over the smitten idol, by long years 
 Cemented with his being, yet perceive 
 No dark remembrance that he fain would blot, 
 Troubling the tear ? If there were no kind deed 
 Omitted, no sweet, healing word of love 
 Expected, yet unspoken ; no light tone 
 That struck discordant on the shivering nerve, 
 For which the weeper fain would rend the tomb 
 To cry, "Forgive." O, let him kneel and praise 
 God amid all his grief. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Remember me not, I entreat, 
 
 In scenes of festal week-day joy ; 
 For then it were not kind or meet 
 
 Thy thoughts thy pleasures should alloy ; 
 But on the sacred Sabbath day, 
 
 And, dearest, on thy bended knee, 
 When thou for those thou lov'st dost pray, 
 
 Sweet sister, then remember me. 
 
 Edward Everett.
 
 EEMEMBEANCE. 489 
 
 Remember thee ! remember Christ ! 
 
 While mem'ry holds her place, 
 Can we forget the Lord of Life, 
 
 Who saves us by his grace ? 
 
 The Lord of Life, with glory crown'd, 
 
 On heaven's exalted throne, 
 Forgets not those for whom on earth 
 
 He heav'd his dying groan. 
 
 The promis'd joy he then obtain'd 
 
 When he ascended hence, 
 Up from the grave to God's right hand 
 
 A Saviour and a prince ! 
 
 His glory now no tongue of man 
 
 Or seraph bright can tell: 
 Yet still the chief of all his joys, 
 
 That souls are saved from hell. 
 
 For this he came and dwelt on earth ; 
 
 For this his life was given ; 
 For this he fought and vanquished death, 
 
 For this he pleads in heav'n ! 
 
 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky, 
 
 Your grateful praise to give : 
 Sing loud hosannas to the Lord, 
 
 Who died that you might live. 
 
 Dr. Wardlaw. 
 
 Remember thy Creator, 
 
 Now in thy youthful days, 
 And let thy heart, an opening flower, 
 
 Breathe incense forth of praise, 
 
 Remember thy Creator; 
 
 O'er thee His love abides, 
 His wisdom plans, His power sustains, 
 
 His bounteous hand provides. 
 
 Remember thy Creator, 
 
 In all life's mirth and glee, 
 And he shall in thy fading age 
 
 Still, still, remember thee. W. Martin.
 
 490 REPENTANCE. 
 
 REPENTANCE. 
 
 REPENT ye : for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. 
 
 Bring forth therefore fruits meet for repentance. Matthew, iii. >, s. 
 
 Repent ye, and believe the gospel. Mark, i. 15. 
 
 Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted 
 out. Acts, iii. 19. 
 
 And the times of this ignorance God winked at ; but now commamleth 
 all men everywhere to repent. Acts, xvii. 30. 
 
 For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented 
 of : but the sorrow of the world worketh death. II. Corinthians, vii. 10. 
 
 CONFESS yourself to Heaven ; 
 Repent what's past ; avoid what is to come; 
 And do not spread the compost on the weeds 
 To make them ranker. Shaltspere. 
 
 Try what repentance can : what can it not ? 
 
 Yet what can it, when one cannot repent ? 
 
 O, wretched state ! O, bosom black as death ! 
 
 O, limed soul, that struggling to be free, 
 
 Art more engaged ! Shakspere, 
 
 Chide sinners as the father doth his child, 
 And keep them in the awe of loving fear ; 
 
 Make sin most hateful, but in words be mild, 
 That humble patience may the better hear ; 
 
 And wounded conscience may receive relief, 
 
 When true repentance pleads the sinner's grief. 
 
 Yet flatter not the foul delight of sin, 
 But make it loathsome in the eye of love, 
 
 And seek the heart with holy thoughts to win 
 Unto the best way to the soul's behove : 
 
 So teach, so live, that both in word and deed 
 
 The world may joy thy heavenly rules to read. 
 
 Heal the infect of sin with oil of grace, 
 
 And wash the soul with true contrition's tears ; 
 
 And when confession shows her heavy case, 
 Deliver faith from all infernal fears, 
 
 That when high justice threatens sin with death, 
 
 Mercy again may give Repentance breath. 
 
 Nicolas Breton.
 
 REPENTANCE. 491 
 
 At the round world's imagined corners blow 
 
 Your trumpets, angels ; and arise, arise, 
 
 From death you numberless infinities 
 
 Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, 
 
 All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, 
 
 All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies, 
 
 Despair, law, chance hath slain ; and you whose eyes 
 
 Shall behold God and never taste death's woe. 
 
 But let them sleep, Lord, and men mourn a space ; 
 
 For if above all these my sins abound, 
 
 'T is late to ask abundance of Thy grace, 
 
 When we are there ; here, on this lowly ground 
 
 Teach me how to repent ; for that's as good 
 
 As if Thou hadst sealed my pardon with Thy blood. 
 
 John Donne. 
 
 Heaven may forgive a crime to penitence, 
 
 For Heaven can judge if penitence is true. Dryden. 
 
 While music flows around, 
 
 Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours ; 
 Amid the roses, fierce repentance rears 
 Her snaky crest : a quick returning pang 
 Shoots through the conscious heart. Thomson. 
 
 I will to-morrow, that I will, 
 
 I will be sure to do it ; 
 To-morrow comes, to-morrow goes, 
 
 And still thou art to do it. 
 Thus still repentance is deferred, 
 
 From one day to another : 
 Until the day of death is come 
 
 And judgment is the other. Drexelius. 
 
 Go, let me weep ! there 'a bliss in tears, 
 
 When he who sheds them inly feels 
 Some lingering strain of early years 
 
 Effaced by every drop that steals. 
 The fruitless showers of worldly woe 
 
 Fall dark to earth and never rise ; 
 While tears that from repentance flow, 
 
 In bright exhalement reach the skies.
 
 492 REPENTANCE. 
 
 Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew 
 
 More idly then the summer's wind ; 
 And while they pass'd a fragrance threw, 
 
 But left no trace of sweets behind. 
 The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves 
 
 Is faint, is cold to those that swell 
 The heart, where pure repentance grieves 
 
 O'er hours of pleasure loved too well. Moore. 
 
 He who seeks Repentance for the past, 
 Should woo the angel virtue for the future. 
 
 Sir E. B. Lytton. 
 
 Divine Repentance, in thy sacred tear 
 Alone is wisdom for the erring heart. 
 That infancy of soul, that stainless hour 
 When all the chaos of our spirit sleeps 
 In passionless repose, how oft it woos 
 Our feelings back to purity and Heaven ! 
 Alas ! that in our solitude we soar 
 To perfect goodness, but in life descend 
 To dust again ! our aspirations quenched ; 
 And all that purer moments wisely taught, 
 Denied, degraded, or forgot ! Thus glide 
 Our years along, in melancholy dreams 
 Of what they dare, and what they cannot be ! 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Repentance clothes in grass and flowers 
 The grave in which the past is laid. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 
 O blest Repentance, in thy weeping eye 
 
 Swim the pure beams of erobryo-ecstacy. 
 
 And Faith, and Hope, and Love, and Joy, prepare 
 
 To still thy heart, and wipe thy bitter tear ! 
 
 To thee alone the privilege is given, 
 
 By earthly woe, to kindle joy in Heaven, 
 
 For God Himself descends to soothe the heart 
 
 That weeps o'er sin, and struggles to depart ; 
 
 And deeper transport swells the bliss above, 
 
 As seraphs sing the triumphs of His love. 
 
 J. K. Mitchell.
 
 EESIGNATION. 493 
 
 RESIGNATION. 
 
 1 WOULD seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause : 
 
 Which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvellous things 
 without number. Job, v. 8, 9. 
 
 I know, O Lord, that Thy judgments are right, and that thou in 
 faithfulness hast afflicted me. Psalm cxix. 75. 
 
 IF, friendless, in a vale of tears I stray, 
 
 "Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way 
 
 Still let my steady soul Thy goodness see, 
 
 And with strong confidence lay hold on Thee ; 
 
 With equal eye my various lot receive, 
 
 Resigned to die, or resolute to live ; 
 
 Prepared to kiss the sceptre or the rod, 
 
 While God is seen in all, and all in God. 
 
 Mrs. Barbauld. 
 
 Thou Power supreme ! whose mighty scheme, 
 
 These woes of mine fulfil, 
 Here firm I rest ; they must be best, 
 
 Because they are Thy will ! 
 Then all I want, (O do Thou grant 
 
 This one request of mine !) 
 Since to enjoy Thou didst deny, 
 
 Assist me to resign. Burns. 
 
 Luxury and pomp 
 
 Are but the splendid cover of distress 
 Rankling within ; while conscience, ever gay, 
 And placid resignation to his lot, 
 Cheer the poor tattered pilgrim, and derive 
 A flavour to his casual homely meal, 
 The rich man's laboured dainties cannot yield. 
 
 George Bally. 
 
 Yet is He there : beneath our eaves 
 
 Each sound His wakeful ear receives ; 
 
 Hush idle words, and thoughts of ill, 
 
 Your Lord is listening ; peace, be still. 
 
 Christ watches by a Christian's hearth, 
 
 Be silent, vain, deluding mirth, 
 
 Till in thine altered voice be known, 
 
 Somewhat of resignation's tone. Keble.
 
 494 REST. 
 
 REST. 
 
 RETURN unto thy rest, O my soul ; for the Lord hath dealt bounti- 
 fully with thee. Psalm cxvi. 7. 
 
 Arise ye, and depart ; for this is not your rest: because it is polluted. 
 Micah.' ii. 10. 
 
 Let us therefore fear, lest a promise being left us of entering into 
 His rt'.it, any of you should seem to come short of it. 
 
 There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God. Hebrews, 
 iv. 1, 9. 
 
 I PASS, with, melancholy state, 
 
 By all these solemn heaps of fate, 
 
 And think, as soft and sad I tread 
 
 Above the venerable dead, 
 
 "Time was, like me, they life possessed; 
 
 And time will be, when I shall rest." Parnell. 
 
 Think not of rest ; though dreams be sweet, 
 
 Start up, and ply your heavenward feet. 
 
 Is not God's oath upon your head, 
 
 Ne'er to sink back on slothful bed, 
 
 Never again your loins untie, 
 
 Nor let your torches waste and die, 
 
 Till, when the shadows thickest fall, 
 
 Ye hear your Master's midnight call ? JLeble. 
 
 Hail, heavenly voice, once heard in Patmos ; "Write, 
 
 Henceforth the dead who die in Christ are blest : 
 
 Yea, saith the Spirit, for they now shall rest 
 From all their labours !" But no dull, dark night 
 That rest o'ershadows : 't is the day-spring bright 
 
 Of bliss ; the foretaste of a richer feast ; 
 
 A sleep, if sleep it be, of lively zest, 
 Peopled with visions of intense delight. 
 And though the secrets of that resting-place 
 
 The soul embodied knows not ; yet she knows 
 No sin is there God's likeness to deface, 
 
 To stint His love, no purgatorial woes ; 
 Her dross is left behind, nor mixture base 
 
 Mars the pure stream of her serene repose. 
 
 Bishop Hunt.
 
 REST. 495 
 
 Hail to the day, which He, who made the Heaven, 
 Earth, and their armies, sanctified and blest, 
 Perpetual memory of the Maker's rent ! 
 Hail to the day, when He, by whom was given 
 New life to man, the tomb asunder riven, 
 
 Arose ! That day His church hath still confest, 
 At once creation's and redemption's feast, 
 Sign of a world call'd forth, a world forgiven. 
 Welcome that day, the day of holy peace, 
 
 The Lord's own day ! to man's Creator owed, 
 And man's Redeemer ; for the soul's increase 
 
 In sanctity, and sweet repose bestowed ; 
 Type of the rest, when sin and care shall cease, 
 The rest remaining for the lov'd of God. 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 
 On this Thy day, in this Thy house, 
 And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
 The songs which from the desert rise. 
 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, 
 But there 's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our labouring souls aspire, 
 With ardent pangs of strong desire. 
 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
 Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
 No groans to mingle with the songs 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 No rude alarms of raging foes; 
 No cares to break the long repose ; 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 O long-expected day, begin, 
 
 Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! 
 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 
 And sleep in death to rest with God. 
 
 Dr. Doddridge, 
 
 O, rest not now, but scatter wide the seeds 
 Of faithful words, and yet more faithful deeds ; 
 So thou shalt rest above eternally, 
 When God the harvest fruit shall give to thee. 
 
 Bethune.
 
 496 
 
 Not in this weary world of ours 
 
 Can perfect rest be found ; 
 Thorns mingle with its fairest flowers, 
 
 Even on cultured ground; 
 Earth's pilgrim still his loins must gird 
 
 To seek a lot more blest ; 
 And this must be his onward word 
 
 "In Heaven alone is rest !" Bernard Barton. 
 
 He passeth calmly from that sunny morn, 
 Where all the buds of youth are newly born, 
 Through varying intervals of onward years, 
 Until the eve of his decline appears ; 
 And while the shadows round his path descend, 
 And down the vale of age his footsteps tend, 
 Peace o'er his bosom sheds her soft control, 
 And throngs of gentlest memories charm the soul ; 
 Then, weaned from earth, he turns his steadfast eye 
 Beyond the grave, whose verge he falters nigh, 
 Surveys the brightening regions of the blest, 
 And, like a wearied pilgrim, sinks to rest. 
 
 Willis G. Clark. 
 
 Oh, when life's sunset draws around me, 
 
 Closing my eventful day, 
 Let Thy love, O Christ, upon me 
 
 Shed its pure and spirit ray. 
 Up the starry steeps of even, 
 
 Let Thy spirit be my guide, 
 Till in the deathless light of heaven, 
 
 Lost to earth, my spirit glide. 
 
 There, where daylight ever lingers, 
 
 O'er the vernal flower-clad plains, 
 There, where morning's rosy fingers 
 
 Wreathe with light the azure main 
 There, where all we dream of brightness, 
 
 Joy or peace, to make us blest, 
 May the wrapt soul on wings of lightness 
 
 Find rest, ah, yes : eternal rest. Rev. E. Case.
 
 BESURBECTION. 497 
 
 KESURRECTION EISING . 
 
 JESUS of Nazareth, which was crucified : he is risen: he is not here : 
 Mark, xvi. 6. 
 
 The hour is coming, in the which all that are in the grave shall 
 hear His voice, and shall come forth ; they that have done good, unto 
 the resurrection of life ; and they that have done evil, unto the resur- 
 rection of damnation. John, v. 28, 29. 
 
 I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though 
 he were dead, yet shall he live ; and whosoever liveth and believeth in 
 me shall never die. John, xi. 25, 26. 
 
 Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first-fruits of 
 them that slept. 
 
 For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection 
 of the dead. 
 
 For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. 
 I. Corinthians, xv. 20, 21, >>. 
 
 THE waking cock, that early crows 
 
 To wear the night away, 
 Puts in my mind the trump that blows 
 
 Before the latter day ; 
 And as I rise up lustily, 
 
 When sluggish sleep is past, 
 So hope I to rise joyfully 
 
 To judgment, at the last. George Gascoigne. 
 
 Up, and away, 
 
 Thy Saviour's gone before, 
 Why dost thou stay, 
 
 Dull soul ? Behold the door 
 Is open, and His precepts bid thee rise, 
 Whose power hath vanquished all thine enemies. 
 In vain thou say'st 
 
 Thou art buried with thy Saviour, 
 If thou delay'st 
 
 To show by thy behaviour, 
 That thou art risen with Him. Till thou shine 
 Like Him, how canst thou say His light is thine. 
 
 Open thine eyes 
 
 Sin-seized soul, and see 
 What cobweb ties 
 
 They are that trammel thee ; 
 Not profit, pleasure, honours, as thou thinkest, 
 But loss, pain, shame, at which thou vainly winked. 
 
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 498 RESURRECTION. 
 
 All that is good 
 
 Thy Saviour dearly bought 
 With His heart's blood, 
 
 And it must then be sought, 
 Where he keeps residence, who roue this day ; 
 Linger no longer then, up and away. 
 
 George Herbert. 
 
 What though my body run to dust ? 
 
 Faith cleaves unto it, counting every grain, 
 With an exact and most particular trust, 
 
 Reserving all for flesh again. George Herbert. 
 
 Man but dives in death ; 
 Dives from the sun, in fairer day to rise ; 
 The grave his subterranean road to bliss. Young. 
 
 Angels of Heaven, 
 
 Ye who beheld Him fainting on the cross, 
 And did Him homage, say, may mortal join 
 The hallelujahs of the risen God ? 
 Will the faint voice and grovelling song be heard 
 Amid the seraphim in light divine ? 
 Yes, He will deign, the Prince of Peace will deign 
 For mercy to accept the hymn of faith, 
 Low tho' it be and humble. Lord of life, 
 The Christ, the Comforter ! thine advent now 
 Fills my uprising soul. I mount. I fly 
 Far o'er the skies, beyond the rolling orbs ; 
 The bonds of flesh dissolve, and earth recedes, 
 And care, and pain, and sorrow, are no more. 
 
 Henry Kirlce White. 
 
 These ashes too, the little dust 
 
 Our Father's care shall keep, 
 Till the last angel rise and break 
 
 The long and dreary sleep. 
 Then Love's soft dew on every eye 
 
 Shall shed its mildest rays ; 
 And the long-silent dust shall burst 
 
 With shouts of endless praise. 
 
 Henry Kirke White.
 
 HESTJBRECTION. 
 
 Majestical He rose : trembled the earth ; 
 
 The ponderous gate of stone was rolled away ; 
 
 The keepers fell, the angels, awe-struck, sunk 
 
 Into invisibility, while forth 
 
 The Saviour of the world walked, and stood 
 
 Before the sepulchre, and viewed the clouds 
 
 Empurpled glorious by the rising sun. Graham. 
 
 Jesus is risen ! triumphal anthems sing ; 
 Thus from dead winter mounts the sprightly spring ; 
 Thus does the sun from night's black shades return, 
 And thus the single bird wings from the Arabian urn. 
 Jesus is risen ! He shall the world restore ! 
 Awake, ye dead ! dull sinners, sleep no more ! 
 
 Wesley. 
 
 Christ hath arisen ! Oh ! not one cherished head 
 
 Hath 'midst the flowery sods been pillowed here 
 Without a hope, (howe'er the heart hath bled 
 In its vain yearnings o'er the unconscious bier,) 
 
 A hope upspringing clear 
 From those majestic tidings of the morn, 
 Which lit the living way to all of woman born. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 When by a good man's grave I muse alone, 
 
 Methinks an angel sits upon the stone ; 
 
 Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, 
 
 Who sat and watched in raiment heavenly bright ; 
 
 And with a voice inspiring joy, not fear, 
 
 Says, pointing upwards that he is not here, 
 
 That he is risen. Samuel Rogers. 
 
 Deign from Thy glory, Saviour, now to shed 
 
 On us Thy quickening Spirit's influence, 
 
 That, risen with Thee, our hearts with strong desire 
 
 May seek the things above, and join the strain 
 
 Of seraphs that surround Thy sapphire throne, 
 
 Mingle our songs with theirs, till, in one tide 
 
 Of harmony, the pealing anthem roll 
 
 O'er the eternal hills, and waft Thy deathless fame. 
 
 S. Stennet.
 
 500 REVELATION. 
 
 REVELATION. 
 
 THE wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness 
 and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness ; 
 
 Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them ; for 
 God hath shewed it unto them. Komans, i. 18, 19. 
 
 Now to him that is of power to stablish you according to my gospel, 
 and the preaching of Jesus Christ, according to the revelation of the 
 mystery, which was kept secret since the world began, but now is 
 made manifest. Bomans, xvi. 25, 26. 
 
 Gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for 
 the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus 
 Christ. I. Peter, i. 13. 
 
 REVEALED religion first informed thy sight, 
 And Reason saw not till Faith sprung to light. 
 Hence all thy natural worship takes the source : 
 'Tis Revelation, what thou think'st discourse, 
 Else how com'st thou to see those truths so clear, 
 Which so obscure to heathens did appear. Dryden. 
 
 Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, 
 A blaze of glory that forbids the sight ; 
 O, teach me to believe Thee thus concealed, 
 And search no farther than Thyself revealed. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Bright as the morning of primeval day 
 
 Burst on the waters of chaotic gloom, 
 
 Came Revelation on the darksome world! 
 
 Then error vanish'd in celestial truth, 
 
 Hush'd were the oracles, and quench 'd the fires 
 
 That savage bigotry for ages fed : 
 
 New light, new order, new existence rose ! 
 
 The pangs of woe, the wrongs of patient worth, 
 
 Were now no more, as once their truth had been : 
 
 Eternity would pay the debt of time, 
 
 The soul redeem, and justify her God. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 Sad error this, to take 
 The light of Nature, rather than the light 
 Of Revelation for a guide. As well 
 Prefer the borrowed light of earth's pale moon 
 To the effulgence of the noon-day sun. 
 
 David Bates.
 
 REVENGE. 601 
 
 REVENGE. 
 
 ALL my familiars watched for my halting, saying, Peradventure he 
 will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take 
 our revenge on him. Jeremiah, xx. 10. 
 
 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto 
 wrath. Romans, xii. 19. 
 
 TALK not of fame ! What fame enjoyed that wretch 
 That slew his brother ? he who could not brook 
 Rejection from his God, with anger fired, 
 With envy stung, the ties of nature burst, 
 And sacrificed the guiltless to revenge. 
 
 C. P. Layard. 
 
 The fairest action of our human life 
 
 Is, scorning to revenge an injury ; 
 For who forgives without a further strife, 
 
 His adversary's heart doth to him tie : 
 And 't is a firmer conquest, truly said, 
 
 To win the heart, than overthrow the head. 
 
 Lady Carew. 
 
 How rash, how inconsiderate is rage ! 
 How wretched, O, how fatal is our error, 
 When to revenge precipitate we run ! 
 Revenge, that still with double force recoils 
 Back on itself, and is its own revenge. 
 While to the short-lived, momentary joy, 
 Succeeds a train of woes an age of torment. 
 
 Frowde. 
 
 A wrong avenged is doubly perpetrated ; 
 Two sinners stand, where lately stood but one. 
 
 Thumas Me Keller. 
 
 Why should man 
 For a hasty syllable or two, 
 And vented only in forgetful fury, 
 Chain all the hopes and riches of his soul 
 To the revenge of that ? Die lost for ever ! 
 For he that makes his last peace with his Maker 
 In anger, anger is his peace eternally : 
 He must expect the same return again 
 Whose venture is deceitful. Rowley.
 
 502 REVERENCE. 
 
 EEVERENCE. 
 
 GOD is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be 
 had in reverence of all them that are about Him. Psalm Ixxxix. 7. 
 
 He sent redemption unto His people : He hath commanded His- 
 covenant for ever : holy and reverend is His name. Psalm cxi. !). 
 
 We have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave 
 them reverence. Hebrews, xii. 9. 
 
 WHILE they pervert pure nature's healthful rules 
 To loathsome sickness, worthily, since they 
 God's image did not reverence in themselves. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Eternal Spirit! grant 
 
 The wisdom meek, that lives on truth divine 
 However veiled. A waiting mind impart, 
 And in our weakness show our strength to dwell, 
 Like as of old the pensive Mary sat 
 Low at His feet, and listened to her Lord ; 
 Absorb'd and self-renouncing, be our soul 
 Before the cross in docile reverence bent. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness 
 
 His own, thy will ; 
 And with strength from Him shall thy utter weakness 
 
 Life's task fulfil ; 
 And that cloud itself, which now before thee 
 
 Lies dark in view, 
 Shall with beams of light, from the inner glory, 
 
 Be stricken through. Whittier. 
 
 He that to his earthly parent 
 
 Pays not reverence due, 
 To His great Almighty Father 
 
 Will be careless too : 
 He whose filial love is mingled 
 
 With no filial fear, \ 
 
 Scarcely will from sad reproaches 
 
 Keep his conscience clear. 
 Grant me, Lord, to duly mingle 
 
 Love and fear, that so 
 I revere my parents earthly, 
 
 And for Thee true reverence know. Egone.
 
 REWARD. 
 
 503 
 
 KEWABD. 
 
 VERILY there is a reward for the righteous. Psalm Iviii. 11. 
 
 Only with thine eyes shalt them behold and see the reward of the 
 wicked. Psahn xci. 8. 
 
 Behold the Lord God will conie with strong hand, and his arm shall 
 rule for him; behold, his reward is with him, and his work before 
 him. Isaiah, xl. 10. 
 
 To judge the unfaithful dead, but to reward 
 
 His faithful, and receive them into bliss. Milton. 
 
 Blest are the humble souls that see 
 
 Their emptiness and poverty, 
 
 Treasures of grace to them are given, 
 
 And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 
 
 Blest are the men of broken heart, 
 
 Who mourn for sin with inward smart, 
 
 The blood of Christ divinely flows, 
 
 A healing balm for all their woes. 
 
 Blest are the souls who thirst for grace, 
 
 Hunger and long for righteousness ; 
 
 They shall be well supplied, and fed 
 
 With living streams and living bread. 
 
 Blest are the sufferers, who partake 
 
 Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake, 
 
 Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, 
 
 Glory and joy are their reward. Watts. 
 
 And I am glad that he has lived thus long, 
 And glad that he has gone to his reward: 
 Nor deem that kindly Nature did him wrong, 
 
 Softly to disengage the vital cord. 
 When his weak hand grew palsied, with his eye 
 Dark with the mists of age, it was his time to die. 
 
 Wm. C. Bryant. 
 
 Reward me not according to my deeds, 
 But give me grace to stand before Thy throne, 
 Clad in the robe of righteousness, which He, 
 The Saviour, graciously hath lent to hide 
 The foul and leprous taint of guilt. O grant 
 That His reward may rescue me from death ! 
 
 Eg one.
 
 504 EICHES. 
 
 RICHES. 
 
 LABOUR not to be rirfi : cease from thine own wir-iimn. 
 
 Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly 
 make themselves wings: they fly away as an eagle toward heaven. 
 Proverbs, xxiii. 4, 5. 
 
 How hardly shall they that have rii-hex enter into the kingdom of 
 God. Mark, 'x. 23. 
 
 For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he 
 was n'cA,yet for your sakes he became poor, that \t- tlmmgh his poverty 
 might be rich. -II. Corinthians, viii. 9. 
 
 HIGH-BUILT abundance, heap on heap ! for what? 
 
 To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; 
 
 Then make a richer scramble for the throng, 
 
 Soon as this feeble pulse, which leaps so long, 
 
 Almost by miracle, is tired of play. Young. 
 
 All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades 
 Like the fair flower, dishevelled in the wind ; 
 Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Nor riches boast intrinsic worth, 
 Their charms at best superior earth : 
 These oft the heaven-born mind enslave, 
 And make an honest man a knave. 
 "Wealth cures my wants," the miser cries. 
 Be not deceived the miser lies : 
 One want he has, with all his store, 
 That worst of wants the want of more. 
 
 Cotton. 
 
 My soul, with all thy weakened powers 
 
 Survey the heavenly prize ! 
 Nor let these glittering toys of earth 
 
 Allure thy wandering eyes. 
 
 The joys and treasures of a day 
 
 I cheerfully resign ; 
 Rich in that large, immortal store, 
 
 Secured by grace divine. Doddridge. 
 
 Riches are akin 
 To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death. 
 
 Wordsworth.
 
 EIGHTEOU8NE8S. 506 
 
 RIGHTEOUSNESS. 
 
 BUT we are all as an unclean thin?, and all our rlghteoumettes are 
 as filthy rags. Isaiah, Ixiv. 6. 
 
 We do not present our supplications before Thee for our righteout- 
 iiesse.i, but for thy great mercies. Daniel, ix. 18. 
 
 For they being ignorant of God's riy/ifrousness, and going about to 
 establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto 
 the righteousness of God. Romans, x. 3. 
 
 AT me ! how many perils do enfold 
 
 The righteous man, to make him daily fall ! 
 
 Were not that heavenly grace doth him uphold, 
 
 And steadfast truth acquit him out of all. Spenser. 
 
 Lord, grant my just request ; O hear my cry, 
 And prayers that lips untouched by guile unfold, 
 
 My cause before Thy high tribunal try, 
 
 And let Thine eyes my Righteousness behold. 
 
 For impious men, and such as deadly hate 
 My guiltless soul, have compassed me about ; 
 
 Who swell with pride, enclosed in their own fate, 
 And words of contumely thunder out. 
 
 Filled with Thy secret treasure, to Thy race, 
 
 They their accumulated riches leave ! 
 But I with righteousness shall see Thy face ; 
 
 And rising in Thy image, joy receive. Sandys. 
 
 What is all righteousness that men devise? 
 What, but a sordid bargain for the skies P 
 But Christ as soon would abdicate His own, 
 As stoop from Heaven to sell the proud a throne. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 All hail ! the age of crime and suffering ends; 
 The reign of righteousness from Heaven descends ; 
 Vengeance for ever sheathes the afflicting sword! 
 Death is destroyed, and Paradise restored ; 
 Man, rising from the ruins of his fall, 
 Is one with God, and God is All in all. 
 
 James Montgomery.
 
 506 EIVEES. 
 
 KIVERS. 
 
 THERE is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of 
 God, the holy places of the tabernacles of the Most High. Psalm 
 xlvi. 4. 
 
 All the rivers run into the sea ; yet the sea is not full ; unto the 
 place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. Eccle- 
 siastes, i. 7. 
 
 B/IVER ! river I headlong river I 
 
 Down you dash unto the sea ; 
 Sea, that line hath never sounded, 
 Sea, that voyage hath never rounded, 
 
 Like unto Eternity ! Mrs. Southey. 
 
 I think of that great River 
 
 That from the throne flows free ; 
 Of weary pilgrims on its brink, 
 Who, thirsting, have come down to drink ; 
 Of that unfailing Stream I think, 
 
 When earthly streams I see ! Mary Howitt. 
 
 River, beyond the rest 
 
 Thou wert supremely blest, 
 When Zion's King stood in thy pearly bed ; 
 
 There did the Saviour stand, 
 
 Pour by the prophet's hand 
 Thy simple waves o'er His anointed head. 
 
 O Saviour ! in that tide 
 
 Which from Thy pierced side 
 On Calvary's mount was poured out like wine, 
 
 Cleanse my polluted soul, 
 
 The wounds of sin make whole, 
 And breathe Thy spirit o'er this heart of mine. 
 
 W. H. Brownlee. 
 
 Bountiful rivers ! not upon the earth 
 Is record traced of God's exuberant grace, 
 So deeply graven, as the channels worn 
 By ever-flowing streams. TJiomas Ward. 
 
 Oh, beautiful river, 
 Flowing so fresh and so free, 
 
 I thank the Great Giver 
 Of every good gift for thee. . Egone.
 
 BOCK. 507 
 
 ROCK. 
 
 THE Lord is my rock. Psalm xviii. 2. 
 
 He that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; 
 
 He shall dwell on high : his place of defence shall be the munitions 
 of rocks. Isaiah, xxxiii. 15, 16. 
 
 Behold, I lay in Sion a stumbling-stone and rock of offence : and 
 whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed. Romans, ix. 33. 
 
 GOD, known in Hebron, and by Kedar's hill, 
 
 His glory to those rocks was once laid bare ; 
 Upon the mountain top we seek Thee still, 
 
 Lord, tell us whether Thou art there ? 
 Ye peaceful dwellers in these blest retreats ; 
 
 As at the foot of mountains Israel prayed, 
 For tranquil nights, and on your rocky seats 
 
 Are sounds to you from heav'n conveyed ? 
 Never behold ye the celestial bands 
 
 Upon your sacred domes alight and bend ? 
 Never the harpings hear of angel -hands, 
 
 Back from the rocks their echoes send ? 
 
 Rev. W. Pulling, from Lamartine, 
 
 Rock of ages! cleft for me! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ! 
 
 Let the water and the blood 
 
 From thy wounded side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure; 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath 
 
 When my eyelids close in death, 
 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 
 See Thee on thy judgment throne, 
 
 Rock of ages shelter me ! 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ! Toplady. 
 
 As the shade of a rock in a weary land 
 Whence gush the fresh waters at thy command ; 
 As a rocky foundation whereon to build, 
 As a fortress of rock when the foe is afield, 
 Such Maker and Saviour of man art thou, 
 Our fortress, our rock, and our shield below. 
 
 Egone.
 
 508 
 
 ROD. 
 
 YEA, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I 
 will fear no evil : for Thou art with me ; Thy rod and Thy staff they 
 comfort me. Psalm xxiii. 4. 
 
 I will cause you to pass under the rod. Ezekiel, xx. 37. 
 
 The Lord's voice crieth unto the city, and the man of wisdom shall 
 see thy name : hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it. Micah, 
 vi. 9. 
 
 GIVE me the voice of mirth, the sound of laughter, 
 The sparkling glance of pleasure's roving eye, 
 
 The past is past, Avaunt thou dark hereafter ! 
 "Come, eat and drink to-morrow we must die !" 
 
 So, in his desperate mood, the fool hath spoken 
 The fool whose heart hath said, "There is no God." 
 
 But for the stricken heart, the spirit broken, 
 There's balm in Gilead yet. The very rod, 
 
 If we but kiss it, as the stroke descendeth, 
 Distilleth balm to allay the inflicted smart, 
 
 And "Peace that passeth understanding," blendeth 
 With the deep sighing of the contrite heart. 
 
 Caroline Bowles. 
 
 He who each bitter cup rejects, 
 
 No living spring shall quaff; 
 He whom Thy rod in love corrects, 
 
 Shall lean upon Thy staff: 
 Happy, thrice happy, then, is he, 
 Who knows the chastening is from Thee ! 
 
 Bernard Barton. 
 
 Faith and hope 
 
 Will teach me how to bear my lot ; 
 To think Almighty Wisdom best, 
 
 To bow my head and murmur not. 
 The chastening hand of One above 
 Falls heavy, but I kiss the rod: 
 He gives the wound, and I must trust 
 Its healing to the self-same God. 
 
 Eliza Cook.
 
 SABBATH. 509 
 
 SABBATH. 
 
 REMEMBER the Sabbath day to keep it holy. Exodus, xx. 8. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, Keep ye judgment, and do justice: for my 
 salvation is near to come, and my righteousness to be revealed. 
 
 Blessed is the man that doeth this, and the son of man that layeth 
 hold on it : that keepeth the Sabbath from polluting it, and keepeth 
 his hand from doing any evil. Isaiah, Ivi. 1, 2. 
 
 The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath. 
 
 Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the Sabbath. Mark. ii. 
 27, 28. 
 
 GBEAT Lord of time ! Great King of Heav'n, 
 
 Since weekly Thou renew 'st my days, 
 
 To Thee shall daily thanks be giv'n, 
 
 And weekly sacrifice of praise. 
 
 This day the light, time's eldest born, 
 
 Her glorious beams did first display, 
 
 And then the evening and the morn 
 
 Did first obtain the name of day. 
 
 Discretion grant me so to know 
 
 What Sabbath-rites Thou dost require, 
 
 And grace my duty so to do, 
 
 That I may keep Thy law entire. George Wither. 
 
 Bright shadows of true rest ! some shoots of bliss ; 
 
 Heaven once a week ; 
 The next world's gladness pre-possessed in this. 
 
 Henry Vaughan. 
 
 How many blessed groups this hour are bending 
 Through England's primrose meadow paths, their way 
 Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms de- 
 scending, 
 
 Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day. 
 The halls from old heroic ages grey, 
 Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlels low, 
 With whose thick orchard blooms the soft winds play, 
 Send out their inmates in a happy flow, 
 Like a freed vernal stream. I may not tread 
 With them those pathways to the feverish bed 
 Of sickness bound yet oh my God ! I bless 
 Thy mercy, that with Sabbath peace hath filled 
 My chastening heart, and all its throbbings stilled 
 To one deep calm of lowliest thankfulness. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans.
 
 510 SABBATH. 
 
 The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, 
 
 Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice 
 
 Of one who from the far off hills proclaims 
 
 Tidings of good to Zion. Charles Lamb. 
 
 . The Sabbath bell, 
 
 That over wood, and wild, and mountain-dell 
 Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy 
 With sounds most musical, most melancholy. 
 
 Samuel, Rogers. 
 
 Ah ! why should a thought of a world that is flying, 
 Encumber the pleasure of seasons like these ? 
 
 Or, why should the Sabbath be sullied with sighing, 
 While Faith the bright side of eternity sees ! 
 
 Now let us repose from our care and our sorrow, 
 Let all that is anxious and sad pass away ; 
 
 The rough cares of life lay aside till to-morrow, 
 But let us be tranquil and happy to-day. 
 
 Let us say to the world, should it tempt us to wander, 
 As Abraham said to his men on the plain, 
 
 There 's the mountain of prayer, I am going up yonder, 
 And tarry you here till I seek you again. 
 
 To-day on that mount we would seek for Thy blessing, 
 O Spirit of Holiness meet with us there ! 
 
 Our hearts then will feel, Thine high influence possessing, 
 The sweetness of praise, and the favour of prayer. 
 
 James Edmeston. 
 
 'T is past ! no more the Summer blooms ! 
 
 Ascending in the rear, 
 Behold, congenial Autumn comes, 
 
 The Sabbath of the year ! 
 What time thy holy whispers breathe, 
 The pensive evening shade beneath, 
 
 And twilight consecrates the floods ; 
 While nature strips her garment gay, 
 And wears the verdure of decay, 
 
 O, let me wander through the sounding woods ! 
 
 Logan.
 
 SABBATH. 511 
 
 When through the peaceful parish swells 
 The music of the Sabbath bells, 
 Duly tread the sacred road 
 Which leads you to the house of God ; 
 The blessing of the Lamb is there, 
 For "God is in the midst of her." 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 Whether men sow or reap the fields, 
 Her admonitions nature yields ; 
 That not by bread alone we lire, 
 Or what a hand of flesh can give ; 
 That every day should leave some part 
 Free for a Sabbath of the heart ; 
 So shall the seventh be truly blest, 
 From morn to eve with hallowed rest. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 On the seventh day reposing, lo ! the great Creator 
 
 stood, 
 Saw the glorious work accomplished, saw and felt 
 
 that it was good ; 
 Heaven, earth, man, and beast have being, day and 
 
 night their courses run, 
 First creation, infant manhood, earliest Sabbath, 
 
 it is done. 
 
 On the seventh day reposing, Jesus filled His sainted 
 
 tomb, 
 From His spirit's toil retreating, while He broke 
 
 man's fatal doom ; 
 'Twas a new creation bursting, brighter than the 
 
 primal one, 
 'Tis fulfilment, reconcilement; 'tis redemption, it 
 
 is done. Da Costa. 
 
 The All-beneficent 
 
 Cares for man's better nature, and has given 
 This Sabbath-rest to lead his thoughts to Heaven. 
 Myriads of thanks for this divinest gift, 
 For this perpetually recurring day 
 Wherein both rich and poor bond free can lift 
 Their hopes above this fading world, and pray. 
 
 E. J. Eames.
 
 512 SABBATH. 
 
 The solemn tolling of the Sabbath bell 
 Hath something in it holier than of earth ; 
 
 And when loud anthems to Jehovah swell, 
 The spirit longeth for a heavenly birth; 
 
 And, catching impulse from the good man's prayer, 
 
 The heart is softened to contrition there. 
 
 Isaac F. Shepard. 
 
 With silent awe I hail the sacred morn, 
 
 Which slowly wakes while all the fields are still ; 
 A soothing calm on every breeze is borne, 
 A graver murmur gurgles from the rill, 
 An echo answers softer from the hill, 
 And softer sings the linnet from the thorn, 
 The skylark warbles in a tone less shrill : 
 Hail, light serene ! Hail, sacred Sabbath morn ! 
 The rooks float by in silent, airy drove ; 
 The sun a placid yellow lustre shows ; 
 The gales that lately sighed along the grove, 
 
 Have hushed their downy wings in dead repose ; 
 The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move : 
 So smiled the day, when the first morn arose! 
 
 Dr. Ley den. 
 
 Yes! blessed Sabbath morn, thy light 
 Is affluent in pure delight 
 
 To those who love thy rest; 
 Beyond thy sun, a heavenly ray 
 Adds moral lustre to the day, 
 
 And shines into the breast. J. K. Mitchell. 
 
 Too soon our earthly Sabbaths end ! 
 Cares of a work-day will return, 
 And faint our hearts, and fitful, burn : 
 O, think, my soul, beyond compare, 
 Think what a Sabbath must be there ; 
 Where all is holy bliss, that knows 
 Nor imperfection, nor a close. 
 
 Thomas Grrinfield. 
 It is the Sabbath, O my soul 
 
 Own its divine and potent sway ; 
 Let it each sinful thought control, 
 
 For thee, for that, was blest this day. 
 
 Anon.
 
 SACRIFICE. 
 
 SACEIFICE. 
 
 FOR thou deairest not sacrifice: else would I give it : thou delightest 
 not in burnt offering. 
 
 The sacrifices of G-od are a broken spirit : a broken and a contrite 
 heart, O God, thou wilt not despise Psalm li. 16, 17. 
 
 I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon 
 the name of the Lord. Psalm cxvi. 17. 
 
 For it is not possible that the blood of bulls and of goats should 
 take away sins. 
 
 Wherefore when he cometh into the world, he saith, Sacrifice, and 
 offering thou wouldst not, but a body hast thou prepared me. 
 Hebrews, x. 4, 5. 
 
 SEE where man's voluntary sacrifice 
 Bows His meek head, the God eternal dies ! 
 Fixed to the Cross His bleeding arms are bound, 
 While copious Mercy streams from every wound. 
 
 Bishop Lout ft. 
 
 Thou, Lord, hast said, "the blood of goats, 
 
 The flesh of rams I will not prize ; 
 A contrite heart, a lowly thought, 
 
 Are mine accepted sacrifice." Sir W. Scott. 
 
 When all the breast is pure, each warm desire 
 Sublimed by holy Love's ethereal fire, 
 On winged words our breathing thoughts may rise, 
 And soar to Heaven, a grateful sacrifice. 
 
 James Scott. 
 
 Well may the cavern depths of earth 
 Be shaken and her mountains nod ; 
 Well may the sheeted dead come forth 
 
 To gaze upon a suffering God ! 
 Well may the temple-shrine grow dim, 
 And shadows veil the Cherubim, 
 When He, the chosen One of Heaven, 
 A sacrifice for guilt is given ! J. G. Whittier. 
 
 When bees sing chorus in the light, 
 
 Of infant day in joy begun, 
 And sparkling dewdrops clear and bright 
 
 Mirror the full uprising sun, 
 Then let us, Lord of light, arise, 
 
 To pay our early sacrifice. W. Martin* 
 
 * 2L
 
 514 SAFETY. 
 
 SAFETY SAVING. 
 
 I AM the Lord yonr God. 
 
 Wherefore ye shall do my statutes, and keep my judgments, and 
 do them; and ye shall dwell in the land in mifi'tij. Leviticus, xxv. 17, 
 18. 
 
 The horse is prepared against the day of battle : but safety is <>1 
 the Lord. Proverbs, xxi. IL 
 
 Look unto me, and be ye saml, all tho ends of the earth : for I 
 am God, and there is none else. Isaiah, xiv. -'-'. 
 
 The Son of man is come to save that which was lost. Matthew, xviii. 
 11. 
 
 But we are not of them who draw back unto perdition ; but of them 
 that believe to the saving of the soul.--Hebn\vs, x. :;:i. 
 
 SHOULD any to himself for safety fly ? 
 
 The way to save himself (if any were) 
 Is to fly from himself. Should he rely 
 Upon the promise of his wife ? What there, 
 "What can he see, but that he most may fear, 
 A syren sweet to death ? Upon his friends ? 
 "Who what he needs, or what he hath not, lends ? 
 Or wanting aid himself, and to another sends ? 
 
 His strength ? 'Tis dust : His pleasure ? cause of pain : 
 His hope P False courtier: Youth or beauty ? Brittle : 
 Intreaty P Fond : Repentance ? Late and vain : 
 Just recompense ? The world were all too little : 
 Thy love P. He hath no title to a tittle : 
 
 Hell's force ? In vain her furies hell shall gather : 
 His servants, kinsmen, or his children rather P 
 His child (if good) shall judge ; (if bad) shall curse 
 his father. 
 
 His life P That brings him to his end, and leaves him : 
 
 His end ? That leaves him to begin his woe : 
 His goods ? "What good is this which so deceives him ? 
 His gods of wood ? Their feet, alas ! are slow 
 To go to help, which must be helped to go : 
 
 Honours, great worth ? Ah ! little worth they be 
 Unto their owners : Wit ? That makes him see 
 He wanted wit, who thought he had it, wanting T.hee. 
 
 Giles Fletcher.
 
 SAFETY. 515 
 
 O save me, Power 
 
 Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour ! 
 Thou, who beneath the frowns of fate hath stood, 
 And in Thy dreadful agony sweat blood ; 
 Thou who for me, through ev'ry throbbing vein, 
 Hast felt the keenest edge of mortal pain ; 
 Whom death led captive through the realms below, 
 And taught those horrid mysteries of woe : 
 Defend me, O my God ! O save me, Power 
 Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour ! 
 
 Young. 
 Encompass'd with ten thousand ills, 
 
 Press 'd by pursuing foes, 
 I lift mine eyes unto the hills, 
 From whence salvation flows. 
 
 My help is from the Lord, who made 
 
 And governs earth and sky ; 
 I look to his almighty aid, 
 
 And ever-watching eye. 
 
 He who thy soul in safety keeps, 
 
 Shall drive destruction hence ; 
 The Lord thy keeper never sleeps ; 
 
 The Lord is thy defence. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Place me on some desert snore 
 
 Foot of man ne'er wandered o'er ; 
 
 Lock me in a lonely cell 
 
 Beneath some prison citadel ; 
 
 Still, here or there, within I find 
 
 My quiet kingdom of the mind ; 
 
 Nay, 'mid the tempest fierce and dark, 
 
 Float me in peril's frailest barque, 
 
 My quenchless soul could sit and think, 
 
 And smile at danger's dizziest brink ; 
 
 And wherefore ? God, my God is still 
 
 King of kings in good and ill ; 
 
 And where He dwelleth every where 
 
 Safety supreme and peace are there ; 
 
 And where He reigneth all around 
 
 Wisdom, and love, and power are found, 
 
 And, reconciled to Him and bliss, 
 
 "My mind to me a kingdom is." Tapper.
 
 516 
 
 SAINT. 
 
 O LOVE the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord preserveth the 
 faithful. Psalm xxxi. 23. 
 
 O fear the Lord, ye his saints; for there is no want to them that 
 fear him. Psalm xxxiv. 9. 
 
 Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be par- 
 takers of the inheritance of the saints in light. Colossians, i. 12. 
 
 IF but one sun with his diffusive fires, 
 
 Can fill the stars and the whole world with light, 
 And joy and light into each heart inspires : 
 
 And every saint shall shine in heaven as bright ; 
 Aa doth the sun in his transcendant might ; 
 
 (As faith may well believe what truth once says) 
 What shall so many sun's united rays 
 But dazzle all the eyes that now in heaven we praise P 
 
 Here let my Lord hang up his conquering lance, 
 And bloody armour with late slaughter warm ; 
 And looking down on his weak militants, 
 Behold his saints amidst their hot alarm, 
 Hang all their golden hopes upon his arm ; 
 And on this lower field when straying wide 
 Through Satan's wiles, who would their sails 
 
 misguide, 
 Anchor their fleshly ships fast in his wounded side. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 What are these arrayed in white, 
 
 Brighter than the noonday sunP 
 Foremost of the sons of light, 
 Nearest the eternal throne ? 
 These are they that bore the cross, 
 
 Nobly for their master stood ; 
 Sufferers in his righteous cause, 
 Followers of the dying God. 
 Out of great distress they came, 
 
 Wash'd their robes by faith below 
 In the blood of yonder Lamb, 
 
 Blood that washes white as snow, 
 Therefore are they next the throne, 
 Serve their Maker day and night: 
 God resides among his own, 
 
 God doth in his saints delight. De Courcy.
 
 SAINT. 517 
 
 A Saint ! Oh, would that I could claim 
 The privileged, the honour'd name, 
 And confidently take my stand, 
 Though lowest in the saintly band. 
 
 Would, though it were in scorn applied 
 That term the test of truth could bide ! 
 Like kingly salutation given, 
 In mockery to the king of Heaven. 
 
 A saint ? and what imports the name 
 Thus banded in derision's game? 
 "Holy and separate from sin; 
 To good, nay even to God akin." 
 
 How shall the name of saint be prized, 
 Though now neglected and despised, 
 And sinners to their doom be hurled, 
 When scorned saints shall "judge the world." 
 
 Harriot. 
 
 From saint to saint the world around 
 
 Celestial odours are diffused ; 
 Sweet thoughts are born on hallow'd ground, 
 
 Where holy men have mused. 
 
 And none can tell how many springs 
 
 Flow to sustain one soul serene ; 
 But every hour some tribute brings 
 
 From sources quiet and unseen. 
 
 The loneliest pilgrim in the ways 
 
 Is never in his prayers alone; 
 But every one for thousands prays, 
 
 And thousands pray for every one. 
 
 We dwell with shadows round us here, 
 And nought is bright but heaven above : 
 
 When all our secret friends appear, 
 How many shall we know and love ! 
 
 Yet, as we learn the mystery, 
 
 Around One holy fount we fall, 
 And, in the light eternal, see 
 
 That God is all in all. J. Gostick.
 
 518 SALVATION. 
 
 SALVATION. 
 
 HE that is our God, is the God of salvation. Psalm bcviii. 20. 
 
 And all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God. 
 Isaiah, lii. 10. 
 
 For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation 
 by our Uord Jesus Christ. I. Thessalonians, v. 9. 
 
 A CHEEKFUL confidence I feel, 
 
 My well-placed hopes with joy I see ; 
 My bosom glows with heavenly zeal 
 
 To worship Him who died for me. 
 As man He pities my complaint; 
 
 His power and truth are all divine ; 
 He will not fail, He cannot faint, 
 
 Salvations sure, and must be mine. Cowper. 
 
 Almighty framer of the skies ! 
 O let our pure devotion rise, 
 
 Like incense in thy sight! 
 Wrapt in impenetrable shade 
 The texture of our souls was made 
 
 Till Thy command gave light. 
 The Son of Glory gleamed the ray, 
 Refined the darkness into day, 
 
 And bid the vapours fly : 
 Impelled by his eternal love, 
 He left his palaces above 
 
 To cheer our gloomy sky. 
 How shall we celebrate the day, 
 When God appeared in mortal clay, 
 
 The mark of worldly scorn : 
 When the Archangel's heavenly lays 
 Attempted the Redeemer's praise, 
 
 And hail'd salvation's morn. Chatterton. 
 
 "Thy Spirit knows I love Thee." Worthless wretch, 
 
 To dare to love a God ! But, grace requires 
 
 And grace accepts Love divine 
 
 Constrains me ; I am thine. Incarnate Love 
 
 Has seized and holds me in Almighty arms : 
 
 Here's my salvation, my eternal hope, 
 
 Amidst the wreck of worlds and dying nature, 
 
 "I am the Lord's ; and He for ever mine." Watts.
 
 SALVATION. 519 
 
 Salvation ! O the joyful sound ! 
 
 'T is pleasure to our ears ; 
 A sov'reign balm for every wound, 
 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 But we arise by grace divine 
 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 
 Conspire to raise the sound. Watts. 
 
 Jesus, transporting sound ! 
 
 The joy of earth and heaven ; 
 No other help is found, 
 
 No other name is given, 
 By which we can salvation have, 
 But Jesus came the world to save. Wesley. 
 
 If the best Thy great salvation 
 . Must attain with trembling fear, 
 Lord and Judge of all creation, 
 Where should sinful man appear ? 
 
 G-od of love and mercies tender, 
 
 Stern to vice, to weakness mild, 
 Teacher, Saviour, Sire, Defender, 
 
 Save, O save Thy suppliant child ! 
 
 By the claims which saints inherit 
 From Thy blood for converts pour'd, 
 
 By thy all-prevailing Spirit, 
 By Thy covenanted Word, 
 
 By Thy tears, in sorrow weeping, 
 
 Over harden'd sinners' doom ; 
 Take me to Thy gracious keeping, 
 
 Lead me to Thy glorious home ! 
 
 Bishop Spencer.
 
 520 
 
 SATAN. 
 
 THEN saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence-, Xitnit: for it is written, 
 Thou shalt worship the Lord thy Goi!, and him only shall thoti serve. 
 Matthew, iv. 10. 
 
 And the God of peace shall bruise Kitan under your feet shortly. 
 Romans, xvi. 20. 
 
 THE other shape, 
 
 If shape it might be called that shape had none 
 Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; 
 Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, 
 For each seemed either ; black it stood as night, 
 Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, 
 And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed his head, 
 The likeness of a kingly crown had on. 
 Satan was now at hand ; and from his seat 
 The monster, moving onward, came as fast 
 With horrid strides, hell trembled as he strode. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 He trusted to have equalled the Most High, 
 
 If he opposed ; and with ambitious aim 
 
 Against the throne and monarchy of God, 
 
 Raised impious war in Heav'n and battle proud 
 
 With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power 
 
 Hurled headlong naming from the ethereal sky, 
 
 With hideous ruin and combustion, down 
 
 To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell 
 
 In adamantine chains and penal fire, 
 
 Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms. Milton. 
 
 Satan, thy power's decline is nigh ; 
 
 Like lightning flashing through the sky, 
 
 Thy demons hear the Heavenly Word, 
 
 And owning Him Creation's Lord, 
 
 Confess, with fierce appalling yell 
 
 Emmanuel deigns on earth to dwell. Shepherd. 
 
 How sad our state by nature is ! 
 
 Our sin how deep it stains ! 
 And Satan binds our captive minds 
 
 Fast in his slavish chains. 
 
 Watts.
 
 521 
 
 SAVIOUE. 
 
 I, EVEN I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no Saviour. Isaiah. 
 xliii. 11. 
 
 Thou shalt know that I the Lord am thy Satn'oar and thy Redeemer, 
 the mighty One of Jacob. Isaiah, Ix. 18. 
 
 And the angel said unto them, fear not : for, behold, I bring you 
 good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 
 
 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a tiuvioui; which 
 is Christ the Lord. 
 
 And this shall be a sign unto you ; Ye shall find the babe wrapped 
 in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luke, ii. 10, 11. H. 
 
 For our conversation is in heaven ; from whence also we look for the 
 Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ. Philippians, iii. 20. 
 
 We trust in the living God, who is the Saviour of all men, specially 
 of those that believe. I. Timothy, iv. 10. 
 
 AND thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame, 
 View and review with most regardful eye 
 
 That holy cross whence thy salvation came, 
 On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die ! 
 
 For in that sacred object is much pleasure, 
 
 And in that Saviour is my life, my treasure. 
 
 Si>' Walter Raleigh. 
 
 O unexampled Love! 
 
 Love nowhere to be found less than Divine ! 
 Hail son of G-od, Saviour of men, Thy name 
 Shall be the copious matter of my song 
 Henceforth, and never shall my harp Thy praise 
 Forget, nor from Thy Father's praise disjoin. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 O may I pant for Thee in each desire ! 
 
 And with strong Faith foment the holy fire ! 
 
 Stretch out my soul in Hope, and grasp the prize, 
 
 Which in Eternity's deep bosom lies ! 
 
 At the great day of recompense behold, 
 
 Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold! 
 
 Then wafted upward to the blissful seat, 
 
 From age to age my graceful song repeat ; 
 
 My Light my Life my God my Saviour, see, 
 
 And rival angels in the praise of Thee. Young.
 
 522 SAVIOUR. 
 
 O Saviour God ! O Lamb once slain ! 
 At thought of Thee, Thy love, Thy flowing blood, 
 All thoughts decay ; all things remembered fade ; 
 All hopes return ; all actions done by men 
 Or angels disappear, absorbed and lost. Pollok. 
 
 Exalted high at God's right hand 
 
 And Lord of all below, 
 Through Him is pardoning love dispensed, 
 
 And boundless blessings flow. 
 
 And still for erring guilty man 
 
 A brother's pity flows ; 
 And still His bleeding heart is touched 
 
 With memory of our woes. 
 
 So then, my Saviour, and my King, 
 
 Glad homage let me give ; 
 And stand prepared like Thee to die, 
 
 With Thee that I may live. Mrs. Barbauld. 
 
 My soul shall cry to Thee, O Lord ! 
 
 To Thee supreme incarnate word ! 
 
 My rock and fortress, shield and friend, 
 
 Creator, Saviour, source, and end ! 
 
 Yea, Thou wilt hear Thy servant's prayer, 
 
 Though death and darkness speak despair. Bowdler. 
 
 Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts, 
 
 To Thee let sinners fly, 
 And take the bliss Thy love imparts, 
 
 And drink, and never die ! Steele. 
 
 Saviour ! and dost Thou speak 
 Such gracious words to me ? 
 Dost Thou the wanderer seek 
 
 Who basely fled from Thee? 
 Wilt Thou my footsteps guide 
 To where Thy sheep beside 
 The living streams abide ? 
 I come, I come, with shame and grief opprest, 
 Thy feet embrace, and shelter in thy breast. 
 
 Pearson.
 
 SAVIOUB. 523 
 
 A Saviour s light shall break, 
 A ray from Jacob's star the darkness streak: 
 To Him the fairest scenes their lustre owe ; 
 His covenant brightens the celestial bow ; 
 His vast benevolence profusely spreads 
 The yellow harvests, and the verdant meads. 
 
 John Duick. 
 
 Great God, Thy judgments all are just and right; 
 
 Thou art all pity, and to anger slow ; 
 But I have done such evil in Thy sight, 
 
 That mercy now with justice cannot flow. 
 
 Yes, gracious God, my sins have reached such height, 
 As leaves no choice but how to deal the blow ; 
 
 Such guilt to pardon would Thy honour blight, 
 And even Thy goodness seals my final woe. 
 
 Consult Thy glory, then withhold no more, 
 Let fall Thy thunder, and my tears forget, 
 
 Wage war for war, pour Thy avenging flood ; 
 The justice which consumes me I adore. 
 
 But where to strike, O Lord ? where find even yet 
 A spot not covered by the Saviour's blood ? 
 
 James Qlassford. 
 
 'T is midnight ; and on Olive's brow 
 The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
 
 'T is midnight, in the garden, now, 
 The suffering Saviour prays alone. 
 
 'T is midnight ; and from all removed, 
 The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; 
 
 E'en that disciple whom He loved 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 'T is midnight ; and for others' guilt 
 The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; 
 
 Yet He that hath in anguish knelt, 
 Is not forsaken by His God. 
 
 'T is midnight ; and from ether plains 
 
 Is borne the song that angels know ; 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 
 That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 
 
 W. B. Tappan.
 
 524 SCOBN. 
 
 SCORN. 
 
 BLESSED is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, 
 nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the 
 scornful. Psalm i. 1. 
 
 The scorner is an abomination to men. Proverbs, xxiv. 9. 
 
 The scorner is consumed, and all that watch for iniquity are cut 
 off. Isaiah, xxix. 20. 
 
 BLESSED is the man who hath not walked astray 
 
 In counsel of the wicked ; and i' the way 
 
 Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat 
 
 Of scorners hath not sat. Milton. 
 
 Thrice happy he, who shuns the way 
 That leads ungodly men astray ; 
 Who fears to stand where sinners meet, 
 Nor with the scorner takes his seat. 
 
 The law of God is his delight ; 
 That cloud by day, that fire by night, 
 Shall be his comfort in distress, 
 And guide him through the wilderness. 
 
 J. Montgomery . 
 
 I may not scorn the meanest thing 
 
 That "on the earth doth crawl ; 
 The slave who dares not burst his chain, 
 
 The tyrant in his hall. 
 
 The vile oppressor, who hath made 
 
 The widowed mother mourn, 
 Though worthless, he before me stand 
 
 I cannot, dare not scorn. 
 
 The darkest night that shrouds the sky, 
 
 Of beauty hath a share; 
 The blackest heart hath signs to tell 
 
 That God still lingers there. 
 
 I pity all that evil are 
 
 I pity, and I mourn ; 
 But the Supreme hath fashioned all, 
 
 And, oh ! I dare not scorn. 
 
 Robert Nicol.
 
 SEA. 525 
 
 SEA. 
 
 THE Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. 
 
 The sea is His, and He made it : and His hands formed the dry 
 land. Psalm xev. 3, 5. 
 
 They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great 
 waters ; 
 
 These see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep. 
 Psalm cvii. 23, 24. 
 
 And the sea gave up the dead which were in it. Revelation, xx. 13. 
 
 And I saw a new heaven and new earth : for the first heaven and 
 the first earth were passed away ; and there was no more sea. 
 Revelation, xxi. 1. 
 
 SEA ! of Almightiness itself the immense 
 And glorious mirror! how thy azure face 
 
 Renews the heavens in their magnificence ! 
 
 What awful grandeur rounds thy heavy space : 
 
 Thy surge two worlds eternal-warring sweeps, 
 
 And God's throne rests on thy majestic deeps. 
 
 Chenedolle, 
 
 Mysterious deep, farewell ! 
 I turn from thy companionship, but lo, 
 Thy voice doth follow me. 'Mid lonely bower, 
 Or twilight dream, or wakeful couch, I hear 
 That solemn and reverberated hymn 
 From thy deep organ, which doth speak God's praise 
 In thunder, night and day. Still by my side, 
 Even as a dim-seen spirit, deign to walk, 
 Prompter of holy thought, and type of Him, 
 Sleepless, immutable, omnipotent. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 To thee the love of woman hath gone down ; 
 
 Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, 
 O'er youth's bright looks, and beauty's flowery crown ! 
 
 Yet must thou hear a voice Restore the dead ! 
 Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee : 
 Restore the dead, thou sea! Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 How humbling to one, with a heart and a soul, 
 To look on thy greatness, and list to its roll ; 
 To think how that heart in cold ashes shall be, 
 While the voice of Eternity rises from thee !
 
 526 SEA. 
 
 But when thy deep surges no longer shall roll, 
 And the firmament's length is drawn back like a scroll, 
 Then then shall the spirit that sighs by thee now, 
 Be more mighty, more lasting, more chainless than 
 thou! John A. Shea. 
 
 God of the dark and heavy deep ! 
 
 The waves lie sleeping on the sands, 
 Till the fierce trumpet of the storm 
 
 Hath summoned up their slumbering bands ; 
 Then the white sails are dashed like foam, 
 
 Or hurry, trembling, o'er the seas, 
 Till, calmed by Thee, the sinking gale 
 Serenely breathes, Depart in peace. 
 
 W. B. O. Peabody. 
 In every object here I see 
 Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee ; 
 Firm as the rock Thy promise stands, 
 Thy mercies countless as the sands, 
 Thy love a sea immensely wide, 
 Thy grace an overflowing tide. 
 
 In every object here I see 
 
 Something, my heart, that points to thee ; 
 
 Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, 
 
 Unfruitful us the barren sand, 
 
 Deep and deceitful as the Ocean, 
 
 And like the tides in constant motion. 
 
 B. Barton. 
 The prayer is said, 
 
 And the last rite man pays to man is paid ; 
 The plashing water marks his resting-place, 
 And folds him round, in one long, cold embrace ; 
 Bright bubbles for a moment sparkle o'er, 
 Then break, to be, like him, beheld no more ; 
 Down, countless fathoms down, he sinks to sleep, 
 With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep. 
 
 Charles Sprague. 
 
 Thou paragon of elemental powers, 
 Mystery of waters never slumbering sea ! 
 Impassioned orator with lips sublime, 
 Whose waves are arguments which prove a God ! 
 
 R. Montgomery.
 
 SEASONS. 527 
 
 SEASONS. 
 
 AND God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of heaven to 
 divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for 
 seasons, and for days, and years. Genesis, i. 14. 
 
 While the earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, and cold and 
 heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease. 
 Genesis, via. >!. 
 
 He giveth snow like wool : He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. 
 He casteth forth His ice like morsels : who can stand before His cold ? 
 
 He sendeth out His word, and melteth them : He causeth His wind 
 to blow, and the waters flow. Psalm cxlvii. 16, 17, 18. 
 
 He changeth the times and the seasons. Daniel, u. 21. 
 
 The earth which drinketh in the rain that cometh oft upon it, and 
 brinecth forth herbs meet for them by whom it is dressed, receiveth 
 blessing from God. Hebrews, vi. 7. 
 
 THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these 
 Are but the varied God. The rolling year 
 Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring 
 Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. 
 Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; 
 Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; 
 And every sense, and every heart is joy. 
 Then comes Thy glory in the Summer months, 
 With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun 
 Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; 
 And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; 
 And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, 
 By brooks and groves, in hollow whispering gales. 
 Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, 
 And spreads a common feast for all that live. 
 In Winter awful Thou ! with clouds and storms 
 Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled, 
 Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, 
 Hiding sublime, Thou bid'st the world adore, 
 And humblest nature with Thy northern blast. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 Truth bids me look on men as Autumn leaves ; 
 
 And all they bleed for, as the Summer's dust, 
 
 Driven by the whirlwind. Young
 
 528 SEASONS. 
 
 What prodigies can power divine perform 
 
 More grand than it produces year by year, 
 
 And all in sight of inattentive man ? 
 
 Familiar with the effect, we slight the cause, 
 
 And in the constancy of nature's course, 
 
 The regular return of genial months, 
 
 See nought to wonder at. Cowper. 
 
 When Spring unlocks the flowers, to paint the laughing 
 
 soil; 
 When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's 
 
 toil; 
 When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and 
 
 the flood, 
 In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns her Maker 
 
 good. 
 
 The birds that wake the morning, and those that love 
 
 the shade ; 
 The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy 
 
 glade ; 
 The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his 
 
 way, 
 The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent pomp 
 
 display. 
 
 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky 
 Shall man, alone unthankful, his meed of praise deny ? 
 No, let the sun forsake its course, the seasons cease 
 
 to be, 
 Thee, Maker, must we still adore; and, Saviour, 
 
 honour Thee. 
 
 The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of Sum- 
 mer fade, 
 
 The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the 
 shade, 
 
 The wind be lull'd, the sun and moon forget their 
 old decree, 
 
 But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord ! will cling to 
 Thee. Bishop Heber.
 
 SEASONS. 529 
 
 Is there a heart that beats and lives, 
 To which no joy the Spring-time gives ? 
 Alas ! in that unfeeling heart 
 Nor love nor kindliness has part ; 
 Or chilling want, or pining care 
 Must brood, or comfortless despair. 
 Blest, who without profane alloy 
 Can revel in that blameless joy ! 
 More blest, in every welcome hour, 
 If Spring-time smile, or winter lower, 
 Who round him scatter 'd hears or sees 
 What still the excursive sense may please ; 
 Who round him finds, perchance unsought, 
 Fresh matter for improving thought ; 
 And more, the more he looks abroad, 
 Marks, owns, and loves the present God ! 
 
 Bishop Mant. 
 
 When youthful Spring around us breathes, 
 
 Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; 
 And every flower that Summer wreathes, 
 
 Is born beneath thy kindling eye; 
 Where'er we turn Thy glories shine, 
 And all things bright and fair are Thine. 
 
 Thomas Moore. 
 
 Ah, how soon 
 
 The shades of twilight follow hazy noon, 
 Shorfnins; the busy day ! day that slides by 
 Amidst th' unfinish'd toils of husbandry; 
 Toils still each morn resumed with double care, 
 To meet the icy terrors of the year ; 
 To meet the threats of Boreas undismay'd, 
 And Winter's gathering frowns and hoary head. 
 
 Then welcome, cold ; welcome, ye snowy nights ! 
 Heaven 'midst your rage shall mingle pure delights, 
 And confidence of hope the soul sustain, 
 While devastation sweeps along the plain : 
 Nor shall the child of poverty despair, 
 But bless the Power that rules the changing year ; 
 Assur'd though horrors round his cottage reign 
 That Spring will come, and Nature smile again. 
 
 Bloomfield* 
 * 2n
 
 630 SEEING. 
 
 SEEING SIGHT. 
 
 THOU God seest me. Genesis, xvi. 13. 
 
 He that planted the ear, shall He not hear? He that form' 
 eye, shall He not see. Psalm xciv. 9. 
 
 The light of the body is the eye : if, therefore, thim? eye t>r single 
 thy whole body shall be full of li^ht. 
 
 But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of ihn-kmss. 
 If therefore, the light that is in tliec : . how ereat is that 
 
 darkness IMatthew, vi. 22, _>;;. 
 
 FIHST the two eyes that have the seeing power, 
 Stand as one watchman, spy, or sentinel, 
 
 Being placed aloft within the head's high tower ; 
 And though both see, yet both but one thing tell. 
 
 These mirrors take into their little space 
 
 The forms of moon, and sun, and every star, 
 
 Of every body, and of every place, 
 
 Which with the wide world's arms embraced are : 
 
 Yet their best objects, and their noblest use, 
 
 Hereafter, in another world, will be ; 
 When God in them shall heavenly light infuse, 
 
 That face to face they may their Maker see, 
 
 Here are they guides, which do the body lead, 
 Which else would stumble in eternal night ; 
 
 Here in this world they do most knowledge read, 
 And are the casements which admit most light. 
 
 Sir John Davies. 
 
 Though all the doors are sure, and all our servants 
 As sure bound w ith their sleeps ; yet there is One 
 That wakes above, whose eye no sleep can bind ; 
 He seex through doors, and darkness, and our thoughts ; 
 And, therefore, as we should avoid with fear, 
 To think ourselves amiss before His search ; 
 So should we be as curious to shun 
 All cause that others think not ill of us. 
 
 George Chapman. 
 
 God nought foreseen, but sees : for to His eyes 
 Nought is to come, or past : nor are you vile 
 Because that Heaven foresees, for God, not we, 
 Sees as things are ; things are not as we see. 
 
 John. Marston.
 
 SEHKING. 531 
 
 SEEKING. 
 
 O GOD thou art my God; early will I seek thee. Psalm Ixiii. 1. 
 
 Seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call ye upon him while 
 he is near. Isaiah, Iv. 6. 
 
 It is time to seek the Lord, till he come and rain righteousness 
 upon you. Hosea, x. 12. 
 
 Seek and ye shall find. Matthew, vii. 7. 
 
 WE'LL seek Thy face at early dawn 
 
 . When clouds and darkness veil the sky, 
 Upon the rising mist of morn, 
 Confess our errors in a sigh, 
 And the first beam that shines above 
 Shall glow with Thy forgiving love. 
 
 Then will the clouds that linger oft 
 
 About the region of the breast, 
 Like those that faint in light aloft, 
 
 Flee far away and give us rest ; 
 While every darksome grief shall be 
 Dispelled by glory shed from Thee. 
 
 Like happy bees, O ! let us roam, 
 
 Extracting joy from all around, 
 And winging towards our heavenly home, 
 
 Rise up with pure devotion crowned; 
 And Thee, great King of Glory, meet, 
 As tuneful larks the sun would greet. 
 
 Give us the faith to feel and know 
 
 That Thou art mirrored full and true 
 Within the breast, as Thou dost show 
 
 Thy sun amid a drop of dew. 
 And thus from sleep Thy saints upraise, 
 To seek Thy face in prayer and praise. 
 
 W. Martin. 
 
 Lord, we come before Thee now, 
 
 At Thy feet we humbiy bow; 
 
 O, do not our suit disdain : 
 
 Shall we seek Thee Lord in vain P 
 
 In Thy own appointed way, 
 
 Now we seek Thee, here we stay ; 
 
 Lord, from hence we would not go, 
 
 Till a blessing Thou bestow. Hammond.
 
 SEPULCHRE. 
 
 SEPULCHRE TOMB. 
 
 AND when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean 
 linen cloth. 
 
 And laid it in bis own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the 
 rock : and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and 
 departed. Matthew, xxvii. 59, 60. 
 
 In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first 
 day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see 
 the sepulchre. Matthew, xxviii. 1. 
 
 And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on 
 the right side. 
 
 And he saith unto them. Be not affrighted : Ye seek Jesus of 
 Nazareth, which was crucified : He is risen. Mark, xvi. 6, 6. 
 
 How sweet, in the musing of faith to repair 
 
 To the garden where Mary delighted to rove ; 
 To sit by the tomb where she breathed her fond prayer, 
 
 And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and love ; 
 To see the bright beam which disperses her fear, 
 
 As the Lord of her soul breaks the bars of her prison, 
 And the voice of the angel salutes her glad ear, 
 
 The Lord is a captive no more "He is risen." 
 
 Cunningham. 
 
 I saw two women weeping by the tomb 
 Of one new buried, in a fair green place, 
 Bower'd with shrubs ; the eye retained no trace 
 
 Of aught that day performed ; but the faint gloom 
 Of dying day was spread upon the sky. 
 
 The moon was broad and bright above the wood; 
 
 The distance sounded of a multitude, 
 Music, and shout, and mingled revelry. 
 
 At length came gleaming through the thicket-shade 
 Helmet and casque, and a steel-armed band 
 Watched round the .sepulchre in solemn stand. 
 
 The night-word passed, from man to man convey 'd; 
 And I could see those women rise and go 
 Under the dark trees, moving sad and slow. 
 
 Henry Afford. 
 
 Hark from the tomb a doleful sound, 
 
 My ears attend the cry ; 
 Ye living men come view the ground, 
 
 Where you must shortly he. Watts.
 
 SERVICE. 533 
 
 SERVICE. 
 
 As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. Joshua, xxiv. 1-5. 
 
 I beseech yon therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye 
 present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which 
 is your reasonable service. Romans, xii. 1. 
 
 Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to 
 the flesh, 
 
 Not with eye-service as men-pleasers ; but as the servants of Christ, 
 doing the will of God from the heart. Ephesians, vi. 5, 6. 
 
 HAD I but served my God with half the zeal 
 
 I served my king, He would not, in mine age, 
 
 Have left me naked to mine enemies. Shakspere. 
 
 To tell you truly what I wish to be, 
 
 And never would be other, if I could, 
 But in the comfort of the heaven's decree 
 
 In soul and body that I ever should 
 Though in the world, not to the world to live, 
 But to my God my service wholly give. 
 This would I be, and would none other be, 
 
 But a religious servant of my God ; 
 And kuow there is none other God but He, 
 
 And willingly to suffer mercy's rod ; 
 Joy in His grace, and live but in His love, 
 And seek my bliss but in the heaven above. 
 Thus would I spend in service of my God 
 
 The ling'ring hours of these few days of mine, 
 To show how sin and death are overtrod 
 
 But by the virtue of the power divine ; 
 Our thoughts but vain, our substance slime and dust, 
 And only Christ for our eternal trust. 
 
 Nicolas Breton. 
 
 Expect not more from servants than is just; 
 Reward them well, if they observe their trust, 
 Nor them with cruelty, or pride invade ; 
 Since God and nature them our brothers made. 
 
 Denham. 
 
 A few forsake the throng ; with lifted eyes, 
 Ask wealth of Heaven, and gain a real prize 
 Truth, wisdom, grace, and peace like that above, 
 Sealed with His signet whom they serve and love. 
 
 Cowper.
 
 534 SHADE. 
 
 SHADE SHADOW. 
 
 WE are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon 
 earth are a shadow. Job, viii. 9. 
 
 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide 
 under the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm xci. 1. 
 
 I am gone like the shadow when it declineth. Psalm cix. 23. 
 The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. Psalin cxxi. 5. 
 
 IT is a dial which points out 
 
 The sunset as it moves about, 
 
 And shadows out in lines of night 
 
 The subtle stages of time's flight. 
 
 Till all-obscuring earth hath laid 
 
 His body in perpetual shade. Dr. Henry King. 
 
 Alas ! the idle tale of man is found 
 
 Depicted in the dial's moral round ; 
 
 With Hope Reflection blinds his sacred rays 
 
 To gild the total tablet of his days ; 
 
 Yet still the sport of some malignant Power, 
 
 He knows but from its shade the present hour. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Between two breaths, what crowded mysteries lie, 
 The first short gasp, the last and long drawn sigh ! 
 Like phantoms painted on the magic slide, 
 Forth from the darkness of the past we glide, 
 As living shadows for a moment seen 
 In airy pageant on the eternal screen, 
 Traced by a ray from one unchanging flame, 
 Then seek the dust and stillness, whence we came. 
 
 O. W. Holmes. 
 
 This shadow on the dial's face, 
 That steals, from day to day, 
 With slow, unseen, unceasing pace, 
 
 Moments, and months, and years away ; 
 This shadow, which in every clime, 
 
 Since light and motion first began, 
 Hath held its course sublime : 
 What is it? Mortal man ! 
 It is the scythe of Time. 
 A shadow only to the eye, 
 It levels all beneath the sky. Anon.
 
 536 
 
 SHEEP SHEPHERD. 
 
 THE Lord is my X/K-/I/I -nl : I shall not want. 
 
 He maketh m^ to lie down in green pastures : he leadeth me beside 
 the still waters. -Psalm xxiii. 1, 2. 
 
 All we like sheep have gone astray ; we have turned every one to 
 his own way. Isaiah, liii. 6. 
 
 Then said Jesus, I am the good shepherd and know my sheejj, and 
 am known of mine. 
 
 As the Father knowoth me, even so know I the Father : and I lay 
 down my life for the shi-r/>. -John, x. 7, 14. 15. 
 
 'T is said, that God is a consuming fire, 
 But oh ! 't is sure, He now lays by his ire : 
 
 He thunders out, 
 
 With trumpet's shout, 
 No judgment from Mount Sinai ; but a still 
 Soft voice of love and free good will : 
 He that appear'd then in a warlike dress, 
 Seeks now the stray sheen in the wilderness. 
 
 P. Fletcher. 
 
 Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock, 
 Brought again from sin and straying ! 
 
 Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice, 
 'T is a true and faithful saying 
 
 "Greater love how can there be 
 
 Than to yield up life for thee ! 
 
 Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh, 
 
 Turn and live ! why will ye die P" 
 
 Bishop Doane. 
 
 And dost Thou, Holy Shepherd, leave 
 
 Thine unprotected flock alone, 
 Here in this darksome vale to grieve, 
 
 While Thou ascend'st Thy glorious throne ? 
 
 Oh, where can they their hopes now turn, 
 
 Who never lived but on Thy love ? 
 Where rest the hearts for Thee that burn, 
 
 When Thou art lost in light above ? 
 
 How shall those eyes now find repose 
 
 That turn in vain Thy smile to see ? 
 What can they hear save mortal woes. 
 
 Who lose Thy voice's melody ?
 
 536 SHEEP. 
 
 And who shall lay his tranquil hand 
 
 Upon the troubled ocean's might? 
 Who hush the winds by His command ? 
 
 Who guide us through this starless night? 
 
 For Thou art gone ! that cloud so bright, 
 
 That bears Thee from our love away, 
 Springs upwards through the dazzling light, 
 
 And leaves us here to weep and pray. 
 
 From the Spanish of Luis Ponce de Leon- 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noonday walks He shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountains pant ; 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary wandering steps He leads ; 
 Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
 
 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 
 Thy bounty shall my wants beguile, 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 Addison, 
 
 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know, 
 I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest ; 
 
 He leadeth my soul -where the still waters flow, 
 Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 SHOETNESS. 537 
 
 SHORTNESS. 
 
 HOW long, Lord? wilt Thou hide Thyself for ever? shall Thy wrath 
 burn like fire? 
 
 Remember how short my time is : wherefore hast Thou made all 
 men in vain. Psalm Ixxxix. 46, 47. 
 
 MAN'S life, sir, being 
 
 So short, and then the way that leads unto 
 The knowledge of ourselves so long and tedious, 
 Each minute should be precious. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Busy, curious, thirsty fly ! 
 Drink with me, and drink as I ! 
 Freely welcome to my cup, 
 Couldst thou sip and sip it up : 
 Make the most of life you may ; 
 Life is short and wears away. 
 
 Both alike are mine and thine 
 
 Hastening quick to their decline ! 
 
 Thiue's a summer, mine no more, 
 
 Though repeated to threescore ! 
 
 Threescore summers, when they're gone, 
 
 Will appear as short as one ! Oldys. 
 
 How short, how narrow is the span, 
 How few the years allow'd to man ; 
 And e'en in those few years he feels, 
 And groans, beneath a thousand ilia. 
 
 As springs the flower in some gay mead, 
 Then sudden hangs its drooping head, 
 So does our boasted strength decay, 
 And, like the shadow, flee away. 
 
 For every moment that we breathe, 
 We're hast'ning to the gates of Death ! 
 And who can needful help afford, 
 In that sad hour, but Thou, O Lord P 
 
 Conscious of guilt, to Thee we cry, 
 
 And raise the hand and lift the eye ; 
 
 Yet sure our sins may justly move 
 
 Thine anger, rather than Thy love ! R. Brown.
 
 538 SICKNESS. 
 
 SICKNESS. 
 
 AND Jesus went about all Galilee, healing all manner of .ii<-i->ieu, 
 and all manner of disease among the people. Matthew, iv. 2H. 
 
 That it might be fulfilled which was sjxiken by Bsaias the pro;>het, 
 saying, Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses. Matthew, 
 viii. 17. 
 
 BUT chiefly, Thou, 
 
 Whom soft-eyed pity once led down from Heaven 
 To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, 
 And O, still harder lesson, how to die ; 
 Disdain not Thou to smooth the restless bed 
 Of sickness and of pain. Bishop Porteus. 
 
 When sickness to my fainting soul 
 
 Her fearful form display 'd, 
 I to my secret chamber stole, 
 
 And humbly thus I pray'd. 
 
 If softened by the impending stroke, 
 
 My heart, O Lord, will yield, 
 In mercy Thy decree revoke, 
 
 And let my wound be heal'd. 
 
 But if from memory's tablet soon 
 
 Ingratitude would tear 
 The bounteous giver, and the boon, 
 
 Oh, hear not Thou my prayer. 
 
 Rather than bear that blackest stain 
 
 Within my breast, I'd brave 
 The keenest throes of restless pain 
 
 The terrors of the grave. 
 
 If health's unmerited return 
 
 Should bless my future days, 
 Oh, may I from Thy Spirit learn 
 
 A J I f 
 
 A daily song ot praise. 
 
 But should I shortly hence depart, 
 
 Or, lingering suffer still, 
 May that blest Spirit, Lord, impart 
 
 Submission to Thy will. 
 
 Bishop Heber.
 
 539 
 
 SILENCE. 
 
 UNTO Thee will I cry, Lord, my rook; bo not silent to met lest 
 if Thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down to the pit. 
 Psalm xxviii. 1. 
 
 The Lord is in His holy temple ; let all the earth keep silence 
 before Him. Habakkuk, ii. 20. 
 
 Be silent, O all flesh, before the Lord. Zechariah, ii. 13. 
 
 THE silence, often, of pure innocence, 
 
 Persuades when speaking fails. Shakspere. 
 
 Sacred silence ! thou that art 
 
 Floodgate of the deeper heart, 
 
 Offspring of a heavenly kind ; 
 
 Frost o' the mouth, and thaw o' the mind, 
 
 Admiration's readiest tongue, 
 
 Leave the desert shades, among 
 
 Reverend hermits' hallow'd cells, 
 
 Where retired devotion dwells. Flecknoe. 
 
 In silence mend what ills deform thy mind ; 
 But all thy good impart to all thy kind. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 True prayer is not the noisy sound 
 
 That clamorous lips repeat, 
 But the deep silence of a soul 
 
 That clasps Jehovah's feet. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 When some beloved voice, that was to you 
 Both sound and sweetness, failed suddenly, 
 And silence against which you dare not cry, 
 Aches round you like a strong disease and new 
 What hope, what help, what music will undo 
 That silence to your sense. 
 
 Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 Ours is a world of words ; Quiet we call 
 "Silence," which is the merest word of all. 
 All nature speaks, and ev'n ideal things 
 Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings 
 But ah! not so when, thus in realms on high, 
 The eternal voice of God is passing by, 
 And the red winds are withering in the sky ! 
 
 E. A. Poe.
 
 540 SIN. 
 
 SIN. 
 
 BLKSSED is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. 
 Psalm xxxii. 1. 
 
 I will declare my iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. Psalm 
 ixxviii. 18. 
 
 Hide Thy face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Psalm 
 11. 9. 
 
 I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a 
 cloud, thy sins: return unto me; for I have redeemed thee. Isaiah, 
 xliv. 22. 
 
 By one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so 
 death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned. Romans, v. 12. 
 
 All things are of God, who hath reconciled us to Himself by Jesus 
 Christ. 
 
 For He hath made Him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that 
 we might be made the righteousness of God in Him. II. Corinthians. 
 T. 18, 21. 
 
 SIN ever must 
 
 Be tortured with the rack of his own frame ; 
 For he that holds no faith, shall find no trust, 
 But sowing wrong, is sure to reap the same. 
 
 Danitl. 
 
 O, how unsufferable is the weight 
 Of sin ! how miserable is their state, 
 The silence of whose secret sin conceals 
 The smart, till justice to revenge appeals ! 
 
 * * * * * * 
 
 Who loves to sin, in hell his portion's given ; 
 Who dies to sin shall, after, live in heaven. 
 
 Quarlcs. 
 'T is not to cry God mercy, or to sit 
 
 And droop, or to confess that thou hast failed : 
 'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit ; 
 
 And not commit those sins thou hast bewailed. 
 He that bewails, and not forsakes them too, 
 Confesses rather what he means to do. Quarlcs. 
 
 That sin does ten times aggravate itself, 
 That is committed in a holy place ; 
 An evil deed done by authority, 
 Is sin and subornation ; deck an ape 
 In tissue, and the beauty of the robe 
 Adds but the greater scorn unto the beast ; 
 The poison shows worst in a golden cup ;
 
 SIN. 541 
 
 Dark night seems darker by the lightning's flash ; 
 Lilies that fester smell far worse then weeds ; 
 And every glory that inclines to sin, 
 The same is treble by the opposite. 
 
 Old Play. (1597.) 
 
 Much have we sinned to our shame, 
 But spare us who our sins confess ; 
 
 And for the glory of Thy name, 
 
 To our sick souls afford redress. Drummond. 
 
 It is a shame, that man, that has the seeds 
 
 Of virtue in him springing unto glory, 
 
 Should make his soul degenerate with sin, 
 
 And slave to luxury ; to drown his spirits 
 
 In lees of sloth. ; to yield up the weak day 
 
 To wine, to lust, and banquets. Shackerly. 
 
 Sin, like a bee, unto thy hive may bring 
 
 A little honey, but expect the sting. Watkynt. 
 
 Woe unto those who countenance a sin, 
 Siding with vice that it may credit win, 
 By their unhallowed vote ; that do benight 
 The trutli with error, putting dark for light, 
 And light for dark ; that call an evil good, 
 And would by vice have virtue understood. 
 
 Bishop King. 
 O, the dangerous siege 
 iSin lays about us ! And the tyranny 
 He exercises, when he hath expunged : 
 Like to the horror of a winter's thunder, 
 Mixed with a gushing storm, that suffers nothing 
 To stir abroad on earth but their own rages, 
 Is sin, when it hath gathered head above us : 
 No roof, no shelter will secure us so, 
 But he will drown our cheeks in fear or woe. 
 
 Chapman. 
 
 To threats the stubborn sinner oft is hard, 
 Wrapped in his crimes, against the storm prepared ; 
 But when the milder beams of mercy play, 
 He melts, and throws his cumbrous cloak away. 
 
 Dry den.
 
 542 SIN. 
 
 For he that but conceives a crime in thought, 
 Contracts the danger of an actual fault ; 
 Then what must he expect, that still proceeds 
 To finish sin, and work up thoughts in deeds ? 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 What if the sinner's magazines are stored 
 With the rich spoils that Ophir's mines afford P 
 What if he spends his happy days and nights 
 In softest joys, and undisturbed delights P 
 Where is his hope at last, when God shall wrest 
 His trembling soul from his reluctant breast ? 
 
 Blaclcmore, 
 
 What havoc hast thou made, foul monster, Sin ! 
 Greatest and first of ills ! The fruitful parent 
 Of woes of all dimensions ! But for thee, 
 Sorrow had never been ! Blair. 
 
 Lord ! with what care hast Thou begirt us round ! 
 
 Parents first season us ; the schoolmasters 
 Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound 
 
 To rules of reason ; holy messengers : 
 Pulpits and Sundays; sorrow, dogging sin ; 
 
 Afflictions sorted ; anguish of all sizes ; 
 Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in; 
 
 Bibles laid op on ; millions of surprises ; 
 Blessings beforehand ; ties of gratefulness ; 
 
 The sound of glory ringing in our ears ; 
 Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; 
 
 Angels and Grace ; eternal hopes and fears ! 
 Yet all these fences and their whole array, 
 One cunning bosom sin blows quite away. 
 
 George Herbert. 
 
 As the fond sheep that idly strays, 
 With wanton play, through devious ways, 
 Which never hits the road of home, 
 O'er wilds of danger learns to roam, 
 Till, wearied out with idle fear, 
 And passing there, and turning here, 
 He will, for rest, to covert run, 
 And meet the wolf he strove to shun : 
 Thus wretched I, through wanton will, 
 Ran blind and headlong on in ill.
 
 SIN. , 543 
 
 'T was thus from sin to sin I flew, 
 
 And thus I might have perished too ; 
 
 But mercy dropped the likeness here, 
 
 And showed and saved me from my fear, 
 
 While o'er the darkness of my mind 
 
 The sacred Spirit purely shined, 
 
 And marked and brightened all the way 
 
 Which leads to everlasting day ; 
 
 And broke the thickening clouds of sin, 
 
 And fixed the light of love within. Parnell. 
 
 On His pale brow the drops are large and red 
 
 As victim's blood at votive altar shed 
 
 His hands are clasped, His eyes are raised in 
 
 prayer 
 Alas, and is there strife He cannot bear, 
 
 Who calmed the tempest, and who raised the dead? 
 There is ! there is ! for now the powers of hell 
 Are struggling for the mastery 'tis the hour 
 When death exerts his last permitted power, 
 
 When the dead weight of sin, since Adam fell, 
 
 Is visited on Him who deigned to dwell 
 
 A man with men, that He might bear the stroke 
 Of wrath divine, and break the captive's yoke 
 
 But O, of that dread strife, what words can tell? 
 
 Those, only those which broke, with many a groan, 
 From His full heart "O, Father, take away 
 The cup of vengeance I must drink to-day 
 
 Yet, Father, not My will, but Thine, be done!" 
 
 It could not pass away, for He alone 
 
 Was mighty to endure and strong to save : 
 Nor would Jehovah leave Him in the grave, 
 
 Nor could corruption taint His Holy One. Dale. 
 
 When at first from virtue's path we stray, 
 How shrinks the feeble heart with sad dismay ! 
 More bold at length, by powerful habit led, 
 Careless and sered, the dreary wilds we tread ; 
 Behold the gaping gulf of sin with scorn, 
 And plunging deep, to endless death are borne. 
 
 James Scott.
 
 544 SINAI. 
 
 SINAI. 
 
 TUB Lord came from Sinai, and rose up from Seir unto them ; He 
 shined forth from Mount Paran, and He came with ten thousands of 
 saints : from His right hand went a fiery law. Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 2. 
 
 The mountains melted from before the Lord, even that Sinai from 
 before the Lord God of Israel. Judges, v. 5. 
 
 GOD from the Mount of Sinai, whose grey top 
 
 Shall tremble, He descending, will himself, 
 
 In thunder, lightning, and loud tempest's sound, 
 
 Ordain them laws ; part such as appertain 
 
 To civil justice, part religious rites 
 
 Of sacrifice, informing them by types 
 
 And shadows, of that destined Seed to bruise 
 
 The serpent, by what means He shall achieve 
 
 Mankind's deliverance. But the voice of God 
 
 To mortal ear is dreadful! They beseech 
 
 That Moses mii>ht repeat to them His will, 
 
 And terror cease. He grants what they besought, 
 
 Instructed that to God is no access 
 
 Without Mediator, whose high office now 
 
 Moses in figure bears, to introduce 
 
 One greater, of whose day he shall foretell. Milton. 
 
 The mountain rocked round Sinai's trembling sides ; 
 In gloomy spires the dreadful smoke arose ; 
 Angelic trumpets pierced the ethereal vault ; 
 Wide-echoing thunder rent the conscious air; 
 Fierce lightning shot its terrors through the sky ; 
 All nature spake, and with convulsive shock 
 Gave awful proof of the descending God. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Those laws which from Mount Sinai 
 Jehovah, clothed with terrors, while thick clouds 
 And darkness wrapt him round, pronounced, in sounds 
 Which chilled the hearts of those who heard, and froze 
 Their very blood. Beneath His awful feet 
 Earth trembled, and the lofty mountain shook ; 
 Hoarse thunder growled, and livid lightnings flashed, 
 While sounds of horror and distress amid 
 The howling wilderness were heard. 
 
 William Hodson.
 
 SINGING. 545 
 
 SINGING SONG. 
 
 O SING unto the Lord a new sony: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. 
 
 Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from 
 day to day. Psalm xcvi. 1, 2. 
 
 And they stuff the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song 
 of the Lamb, saving, Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God 
 Almighty. Revelation, xv. 3. 
 
 WHO is the Lord, then ? Earth to me hath cried : 
 He, whose soul boundless everywhere is spread ; 
 
 Who measures the Creation with a stride ; 
 He, who with splendour e'er the sun hath fed. 
 
 He, who from nothingness all matter drew ; 
 
 He, who built up the universe on nought ; 
 He, who round shoreless seas a girdle threw ; 
 
 He, whose sole look forth light from darkness brought. 
 
 He, who no heed to Time's progression gives ; 
 
 He, who draws being from his own command ; 
 Who, in the future as the present lives ; 
 
 And recalls years, departed from his hand. 
 
 'T is He ! it is the Lord ! Oh! may my tongue, 
 His countless glorious names to man repeat ; 
 
 As the gold lamp before His altars hung ; 
 
 I'll sing to Him, while holds my life her seat ! 
 
 Rev. W. Pulling, from Lamartine. 
 
 Thanks be to God ! His grace has shown 
 
 How sinful man on earth 
 May join the songs which round his throne 
 
 Give endless praises birth: 
 He gave His Son for man to die! 
 He sent His Spirit from on high 
 
 To consummate the scheme: 
 O be that consummation blest! 
 And let Redemption be confest 
 
 A poet's noblest theme. B. Barton. 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing 
 
 "Who died our souls to save." 
 Henceforth, O Death where is thy sting ? 
 
 Thy victory, O Grave? J. Montgomery. 
 
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 546 8KY. 
 
 SKY. 
 
 STAND still, and consider the wondrous works of God. 
 
 Hast thou with him spread out the sky, which is strong, and as a 
 molten looking-gluss V Job, xxxvii. 14, 18. 
 
 Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down 
 righteousness. Isaiah, xlv. 8. 
 
 WHEN yonder glorious sky 
 Lighted with million lamps, I contemplate ; 
 
 And turn my dazzled eye 
 
 To this vain mortal state, 
 All dim and visionary, mean and desolate, 
 
 A mingled joy and grief 
 Fills all my soul with dark solicitude; 
 
 I find a short relief 
 
 In tears, whose torrents rude 
 Roll down my cheeks, or thoughts which then intrude. 
 
 Thou bright, sublime abode ! 
 Temple of light, and beauty's fairest shrine : 
 
 My soul ! a spark of God, 
 
 Aspiring to thy seats divine, 
 Why, why is it condemned in this dull cell to pine ? 
 
 For there, and there alone, 
 Are peace, and joy, and never-dying love ; 
 
 There, on a splendid throne, 
 
 'Midst all those fires above, 
 In glories and delights which never wane nor move. 
 
 Oh, wondrous blessedness! 
 Whose shadowy effluence hope o'er time can fling ; 
 
 Day that shall never cease, 
 
 No night there threatening. 
 No winter there to chill joy's ever-during spring. 
 
 Ye fields of changeless green 
 Covered with living streams and fadeless flowers, 
 
 Thou Paradise serene, 
 
 Eternal, joyful hours 
 
 My disembodied soul shall welcome in thy bowers. 
 Luis Ponce de Leon, Spanish.
 
 SLANDER. 547 
 
 STANDEE. 
 
 FOB I have heard the slander of many : fear was on every side : 
 while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take 
 away my life. Psalm xxxi. 13. 
 
 He that uttereth a slander, is a fool. Proverbs, x. 18. 
 
 THAT thou art blamed shall not be thy defect; 
 
 For slander's mark was ever yet the fair ; 
 
 So thou be good, slander doth but approve 
 
 Thy worth the greater. Shakspere. 
 
 'T is slander, 
 
 Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue 
 Out-venoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath 
 Hides on the posting wind, and doth belie 
 All corners of the world ; kings, queens, and states, 
 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, 
 The viperous slander enters. Shakspere. 
 
 Slander lives upon succession, 
 
 For ever housed when once it gets possession. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 Imperfect mischief! 
 
 Thou, like an adder, venomous and deaf, 
 Hast stung the traveller, yet hear'st 
 Not his pursuing voice. E'en when thou think'st 
 To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass 
 Confess and point the path where thou hast crept. 
 
 Congreve. 
 Forgot by those who in the grave abide, 
 
 And as a broken vessel past repair, 
 Slandered by many, fear on every side, 
 Who counsel take and would my life ensnare. 
 
 But Lord, my hopes on Thee are fixed : I said 
 Thou art my God, my days are in Thy hand ; 
 
 Against my furious foes oppose thy aid, 
 
 And those, who prosecute my soul, withstand. 
 
 Sandys. 
 
 One who molests a harmless neighbour's peace, 
 
 Insults fall'n worth or beauty in distress ; 
 
 Who loves a lie, lame slander heaps about, 
 
 Who writes a libel, or who copies out. Pope.
 
 548 SLAVERY. 
 
 SLAVEEY. 
 
 Is Israel a servant? IB be a home-bom nittrr > why is he spoiled? 
 Jeremiah, ii. 14. 
 
 THEBE is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, 
 It does not feel for man ; the natural bond 
 Of brotherhood is severed, as the flax 
 That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
 He finds his fellow guilty of a skin 
 Not coloured like his own ; and having power 
 T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause, 
 Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey. 
 
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 Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys ; 
 And worse than all, and most to be deplored, 
 As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, 
 Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat 
 With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart, 
 Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast. 
 Then what is man P and what man seeing this, 
 And having human feelings, does not blush, 
 And hang his head, to think himself a man. 
 
 Coieper. 
 
 Though cold as winter, gloomy as the grave, 
 Stone walls a Prisoner make, but not a Slave. 
 Shall man assume a property in man P 
 Lay on the moral will a withering ban ? 
 Shame that our laws at distance should protect 
 Enormities, which they at home reject! 
 "Slaves cannot breathe in England" a proud boast! 
 And yet a mockery ! if from coast to coast, 
 Though fettered slave be none, her floors and soil 
 Groan underneath a weight of slavish toil, 
 For the poor many, measured out by rules 
 Fetched with cupidity from heartless schools, 
 That to an Idol, falsely called "the wealth 
 Of Nations," sacrifice a People's health, 
 Body, and mind, and soul, a thirst so keen 
 Is ever urging on the vast machine 
 Of sleepless Labour, 'mid whose dizzy wheels 
 The power least prized is that which thinks and feels. 
 
 Wordsworth.
 
 SLAVERY. 649 
 
 Man seeks for gold in mines, that he may weave 
 A lasting chain for his own slavery ; 
 In fear and restless care that he may live, 
 He toils for others, who must ever be 
 The joyless thralls of his captivity ; 
 He murders, for his chief delight 's in ruin ; 
 He builds the altar, that its idol's fee 
 May be his very blood ; he is pursuing, 
 O, blind and willing wretch ! his own obscure undoing. 
 
 Shelley. 
 
 lives there a savage ruder than the slave ? 
 Cruel as death, insatiate as the grave, 
 False as the winds that round his vessel blow, 
 Remorseless as the gulf that yawns below, 
 Is he who toils upon the wafting flood 
 A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; 
 Boist'rous in speech, in action prompt and bold, 
 He buys, he sells he steals, he kills for gold. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Hast thou ever asked thyself 
 
 What it is to be a slave ? 
 Bought and sold for sordid pelf, 
 
 From the cradle to the grave. 
 
 'T is to know thy transient powers' 
 
 E'en of muscle, flesh, and bone, 
 Cannot, in thy happiest hours, 
 
 Be considered as thine own. 
 
 But thy master's goods and chattels, 
 
 Lent to thee for little more 
 Than to fight his selfish battles 
 
 For some bits of shining ore. 
 
 'T is to learn thou hast a heart 
 
 Beating in that bartered frame 
 Of whoso ownership no part 
 
 Thou canst challenge but in name ; 
 
 For the curse of slavery crushes 
 
 Out the life-blood from its core, 
 And expends its throbbing gushes 
 
 But to swell another's store.
 
 550 SLAVERY. 
 
 God's best gift from heaven above, 
 
 Meant to make a heaven on earth, 
 Hallowing, humanizing love ! 
 
 With the ties which thence have birth, 
 These can never be his lot, 
 
 Who, like brutes, is bought and sold, 
 Holding such as having not 
 
 On his own the spider's hold. 
 'T is to feel e'en worse than this, 
 
 If aught worse than this can be, 
 Thou hast shrined, for bale or bliss, 
 
 An immortal soul in thee ! 
 But that this undying guest 
 
 Shares thy body's degradation, 
 Until slavery's bonds unblest, 
 
 Check each kindling aspiration. 
 And what should have been thy light, 
 
 Shining e'en beyond the grave, 
 Turns to darkness worse than night, 
 
 Leaving thee a hopeless slave ! 
 Such is Slavery ! Couldst thou bear 
 
 Its vile bondage ? Oh ! my brother, 
 How, then, canst thou, wilt thou dare 
 
 To inflict it on another ? Bernard Barton. 
 
 Slave-mart I 
 
 Oh, mart of blood ! but God for vengeance cries, 
 And man shall shrink when slaves in judgment rise ; 
 The Power that moulds the lily's snowy form, 
 Ordains the sunbeam, and propels the storm, 
 Whose boundless presence all creation fills, 
 Adorns the valleys, and surmounts the hills, 
 Designs for all, and yet creates alone, 
 Shall rise at last to vindicate His own ! 
 
 J. Burbidge. 
 
 They are slaves who will not choose 
 
 Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, 
 
 Rather than in silence shrink 
 
 From the truth they needs must think ; 
 
 They are slaves who dare not be 
 
 In the right with two or three. Anon.
 
 SLEEP. 
 
 I WILL both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for Thou. Lord, only 
 makest me dwell in safety. Psalm iv. 8. 
 
 He giveth His beloved sleep. Psalm cxxvii. 2. 
 
 COME sleep, O sleep, the certain knot peace, 
 The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, 
 
 The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, 
 Th' indifferent judge between the high and low. 
 
 Sir Philip Sidney, 
 
 Sleep that knits up the revelled sleeve of care, 
 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, 
 Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, 
 Chief nourisher in life's feast. Shakspere. 
 
 Why rather sleep liest thou in smoky cribs 
 
 Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 
 
 And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, 
 
 Than in the perfumed chambers of the great 
 
 Under the canopies of costly state, 
 
 And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody ? 
 
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 Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose 
 
 To the wet seaboy in an hour so rude ; 
 
 And in the calmest and most stillest night 
 
 With all appliances and means to boot 
 
 Deny it to a king ? Shakspere. 
 
 Sleep on, my love ! in thy cold bed 
 
 Never to be disquieted! 
 
 My last 'G-ood night!' thou wilt not wake 
 
 Till I thy fate shall overtake 
 
 Till age, or grief, or sickness, must 
 
 Marry my body to the dust 
 
 It so much loves and fill the room 
 
 My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. 
 
 Stay for me there ! I will not fail 
 
 To meet thee in that hollow vale : 
 
 And think not much of my delay, 
 
 I am already on the way, 
 
 And follow thee with all the speed 
 
 Desire can make, or sorrows breed.
 
 552 SLEEP. 
 
 Each minute is a short degree, 
 
 And every hour a step towards thee. 
 
 At night when I betake to rest, 
 
 Next morn I rise nearer my West 
 
 Of life, almost by eight hours' sail, 
 
 Than when sleep breath'd his drowsy gale. 
 
 Bishop King. 
 
 How blessed was that sleep 
 The sinless Saviour knew ! 
 In vain the storm-winds blew, 
 Till He awoke to others' woes, 
 And hushed the billows to repose. 
 
 How beautiful is sleep ! 
 The sleep that Christians know : 
 Ye mourners ! cease your woe. 
 While soft upon his Saviour's breast, 
 The righteous sinks to endless rest. 
 
 Mrs. M' Cartee. 
 Good night ! 
 
 Slumber till the morning light ! 
 Slumber till the dawn of day 
 Brings its troubles with its ray ! 
 Sleep without or fear or fright! 
 Our Father wakes ! Good night ! Korner. 
 
 Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ! 
 
 Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, 
 While the stars burn, the moons increase, 
 
 And the great ages onward roll. 
 Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet, 
 
 Nothing comes to thee new or strange. 
 Sleep, full of rest from head to feet ; 
 
 Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. 
 
 Tennyson, 
 O Thou, who in the garden's shade 
 
 Didst wake Thy weary ones again, 
 Who slumbered at that fearful hour ; 
 
 Forgetful of Thy pain; 
 Bend o'er us now, as over them, 
 
 And set our sleep-bound spirits free ; 
 Nor leave us slumbering in the watch 
 
 Our souls should keep with Thee ! 
 
 J. G. Whittier-
 
 SLOTH. 553 
 
 SLOTH. 
 
 THE hand of the diligent shall bear rule : but the slothful shall be 
 under tribute. Proverbs, xii. 24. 
 
 Sloth/ 'ulness casteth into a deep sleep ; and an idle soul shall suffer 
 hunger. Proverbs, xix. 15. 
 
 Be not slothful, but followers of them who through faith and patience 
 inherit the promises. Hebrews, vi. 12. 
 
 HE that outlives Nestor, and appears 
 To have passed the date of grey Methusalem's years, 
 If he his life to sloth and sin doth give, 
 I say he only was, he did not live. 
 
 Thomas Randolph. 
 
 Two principles from the beginning strove 
 In human nature, still dividing man, 
 Sloth and activity ; the lust of praise, 
 And indolence that rather wished to sleep. 
 
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 Sloth lay till mid-day, turning on his couch 
 Like ponderous door upon its weary hinge, 
 And having rolled him out with much ado, 
 And many a dismal sigh, and vain attempt, 
 He sauntered out, accoutred carelessly, 
 With half-oped, misty, unobservant eye, 
 Somniferous, that weighed the object down 
 On which its burden hung, an hour or two, 
 Then with a groan retired to rest again. 
 The one, whatever deed had been achieved. 
 Thought it too little, and too small the praise : 
 The other tried to think, for thinking so 
 Answered his purpose best, that what of great 
 Mankind could do had been already done ; 
 And therefore laid him calmly down to sleep. 
 
 PolloTc. 
 
 Why in sloth thy days consume ? 
 
 Why anticipate the tomb ? 
 
 Wasting thus thy youthful prime, 
 
 Slumbering before the time ? 
 
 Sluggard up ! there's' work to do, 
 Let not sloth thy soul ensnare ; 
 
 Only the reward is due 
 Unto those the toil who share. Egone.
 
 554 SNAKE. 
 
 SNARE. 
 
 THR proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a 
 net by the wayside ; they have set gins for me. Psalm cxl. 5. 
 
 The law of the wise is a fountain of life, to depart from the snares 
 of death. Proverbs, xiii. 14. 
 
 Make no friendship with an angry man ; and with a furious man 
 thou shalt not go : 
 
 Lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul. Proverbs, 
 xxii. 24, 25. 
 
 WARN all creatures from thee 
 Henceforth, lest that too heavenly form pretended 
 To hellish falsehood snare them. Milton. 
 
 In the embattled plain 
 
 Though Death exults and claps his raven wings, 
 Yet reigns he not, even there, so absolute, 
 So merciless, as in yon frantic scenes 
 Of midnight revel and tumultuous mirth, 
 Where, in the intoxicating draught concealed, 
 Or couched beneath the glance of lawless love, 
 He snares the simple youth, who, nought suspecting, 
 Meant to be blest but finds himself undone. 
 
 Bishop Porteus. 
 
 Beset with snares on every hand, 
 In life's uncertain path I stand ; 
 Saviour divine ! diffuse Thy light 
 To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 He that hath made his refuge God, 
 Shall find a most secure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath His shade, 
 And there at night shall rest his head. 
 
 Then will I say, "My God, Thy pow'r 
 Shall be my fortress and my tow'r : 
 I, that am form'd of feeble dust, 
 Make Thine almighty arm my trust." 
 
 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care 
 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; 
 
 Satan, the fowler, who betrays 
 
 Unguarded souls a thousand ways. Watts.
 
 SOLDIERS. 555 
 
 SOLDIERS. 
 
 THOU therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 
 
 No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this 
 life ; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier. 
 II. Timothy, ii. 3, 4. 
 
 THY life's a warfare, thou a soldier art, 
 Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart 
 Thy two-edged weapon, patience is thy shield, 
 Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field. 
 To be afraid to die, or wish for death, 
 Are words and passions of despairing breath : 
 Who doth the first, the day doth faintly yield ; 
 And who the second, basely flies the field. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
 
 And put your armour on, 
 Strong in the strength which God supplies, 
 
 Through His eternal Son ; 
 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 
 And in His mighty power, 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 Stand then in His great might, 
 
 With all His strength endued ; 
 But take, to arm you for the fight, 
 
 The Panoply of God : 
 That having all things done, 
 
 And all your conflicts pass'd, 
 Ye may o'ercome though Christ alone, 
 
 And stand entire at last. Wesley. 
 
 Soldier rise ! the war is done ; 
 
 Lo ! the hosts of hell are flying : 
 'T was the Lord thy battle won ; 
 
 Jesus vanquished them by dying. 
 Pass the stream before thee lies 
 
 All the conquered land of glory. 
 Hark ! what songs of rapture rise ! 
 
 These proclaim the victor's story. 
 Soldier, lay thy weapons down, 
 Quit the sword, and take the crown. 
 Triumph ! all thy foes are banished, 
 Death is slain, and earth has vanished. P/telan.
 
 566 SOLOMON. 
 
 SOLOMON. 
 
 IN Gibeon the Lord appeared to Solomon in a dream by night : and 
 God said, Ask what I shall give thee. 
 
 And Solomon said, Give Thy servant an understanding heart to judge 
 Thy people, that I may discern between good and bad. 
 
 And the speech pleased the Lord, that Solomon had asked this thing. 
 I. Kings, iii. 5, 6, 9, 10. 
 
 And God said to Solomon, Because this was in thine heart, and thou 
 hast not asked riches, wealth, or honour, nor the life of thine enemies, 
 neither yet hast asked long life ; but hast asked wisdom and knowledge 
 for thyself, that thou mayest judge my people, over whom I have made 
 thee king: 
 
 Wisdom and knowledge is granted unto thee; and I will give thee 
 riches and wealth, and honour, such as none of the kings have had 
 that have been before thee, neither shall there any after thee have 
 the like. II. Chronicles, i. 11, 12. 
 
 A EIGHTEOUS sceptre in Jerusalem 
 
 Heigned over Israel ; and the arts of peace 
 
 In higher honour placed King David's son, 
 
 Than all the father's fierce and weary wars. 
 
 Plenty and comfort blessed the labouring poor, 
 
 And splendour graced the noble and the wise : 
 
 Silver was nothing counted ; massive gold 
 
 Adorned the temple and the royal board, 
 
 And richly -laden ships, from distant shores, 
 
 Swelled the king's tribute and the people's wealth. 
 
 Worthier than gold, than jewels far more rare, 
 
 Was the king's wisdom ; all the people bowed 
 
 Before the mighty mind of Solomon, 
 
 For God was with him. H. H. Weld. 
 
 In wealth, in power, tranquillity, and fame, 
 
 His mightier son, high-favoured Solomon, 
 
 Serene in strength, and dreadful without war, 
 
 Reigns jubilant : in knowledge peerless he, 
 
 With proverb, meditation, holy song, 
 
 Exalts the soul ; while o'er his laws preside 
 
 Truth uncorrupt, integrity severe, 
 
 By keen discernment led. With lustrous train 
 
 See Sheba's queen, to prove his wisdom come, 
 
 And kings from every realm, admiring, hear 
 
 His varied eloquence ; admiring, view 
 
 Magnificence and regal state profuse 
 
 Beyond compare. Charles Hoyle.
 
 SON. 557 
 
 SON. 
 
 IN this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God 
 sent his only begotten Hon into the world, that we might live through 
 him. 
 
 Herein is love, not that we loved God, bnt that he loved us, and 
 sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. 
 
 And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to 
 be the Saviour of the world. I. John, iv. 9, 10, 14. 
 
 OF all creation, first 
 Begotten Son, divine Similitude, 
 In whose conspicuous countenance, without cloud 
 Made visible, the Almighty Father shines, 
 Whom else no creature can behold : on Thee 
 Impressed, the effulgence of His glory bides ; 
 Transfused in Thee His ample spirit rests. 
 The Heaven of heavens, and all the powers therein 
 By Thee created. Milton. 
 
 The Lord of Hosts hath walked 
 This world of man ; the one Almighty sent 
 His everlasting Son to wear the flesh, 
 And glorify this mortal human shape ; 
 And the blind eyes unclosed to see the Lord, 
 And the dumb tongues broke out in songs of praise, 
 And the grave cast forth its wondering dead, 
 And trembling devils murmured sullen homage. 
 
 ff. JET. Milman. 
 
 I am ere the beginning. Manifold 
 Creation of the Father's will, by me 
 Expressed, in its begotten order rolled ; 
 Image express of Him whom none may see, 
 My glory veils and shadows for behoof 
 Of all His creatures, His great Deity ; 
 Whereof ye are partakers, though aloof 
 It dwells from you, ye in its light doth dwell, 
 Sun of the soul a pattern and a proof. 
 The Father sitteth inaccessible 
 To eye or ear. In me His plenitude 
 Abides His only Son for whom ye will, 
 Rays of that Radiance wherein may be viewed 
 His glory only. I His brightness am, 
 His word in whom He sole is understood. 
 
 J. A. Heraud.
 
 558 8OEEOW. 
 
 SORROW. 
 
 MANY sorrows shall be to the wicked : but he that trusteth in the 
 Lord, mercy shall compass him about. Psalm xxxii. 10. 
 
 Sorrow is better than laughter : for by the sadness of the countenance 
 the heart is made better. Ecclesiastes, vii. 3. 
 
 For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented 
 of : but the sorrow of the world worketh death. II. Corinthians, vii. 10. 
 
 OH, sacred sorrow, by whom hearts are tried 
 Sent not to punish mortals, but to guide, 
 If thou art mine (and who shall proudly dare 
 To tell his Maker he has had his share ?) 
 Still let me feel for what Thy pangs are sent, 
 And be my guide, and not my punishment. 
 
 From the Russian. 
 
 I suffer now for what hath former been, 
 Sorrow is held the eldest son of sin. 
 
 John Webster. 
 
 Peace was theirs, and harmony within, 
 They know no sorrow, for they know no sin. Wliyte. 
 
 Whate'er thy lot, whoe'er thou be, 
 Confess thy folly, kiss the rod ; 
 And in thy chastening sorrow, see 
 The hand of God. 
 
 A bruised reed He will not break 
 
 Afflictions all His children feel : 
 He wounds them for His mercy's sake 
 He wounds to heal. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 With boldness, therefore, at the throne 
 Let us make all our sorrows known ; 
 And ask the aid of heavenly power 
 To help us in the evil hour. Logan. 
 
 If affliction grasps thee rudely 
 
 And presents the rack and cup, 
 Drink the draught and brave the torture 
 
 Even in despair, look up ! 
 Still look up ! For One there liveth 
 
 With the will and power to save 
 One who knows each human sorrow, 
 
 From the cradle to the grave. J. L. Chester.
 
 SOTJL. 559 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 AND the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and 
 breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living 
 toul. Genesis, ii. 7. 
 
 Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy 
 name. Psalm ciii. 1. 
 
 I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. 
 
 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they than watch for the 
 morning. Psalm cxxx. 5, 6. 
 
 For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and 
 lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? 
 Mutthew, xvi. 26. 
 
 THOUGH life, since finite, has so ill excuse 
 
 For being but in finite objects learned, 
 Yet sure the soul was made for little use, 
 
 Unless it be in infinites concerned. 
 
 Sir William Davenant. 
 
 But Thou which didst man's soul of nothing make, 
 And when to nothing it was fallen again, 
 
 To make it new, the form of man didst take, 
 And, God with God, becam'st a man with men : 
 
 Thou that hast fashioned twice this soul of ours, 
 
 So that she is by double title thine ; 
 Thou only know'st her nature and her powers, 
 
 Her subtile form Thou only canst define. 
 
 We that acquaint ourselves with every zone, 
 And pass the tropics and behold each pole ; 
 When we come home are to ourselves unknown, 
 And unacquainted still with our own soul. 
 
 Davies. 
 
 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
 Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, 
 Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, 
 Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? 
 Why so large cost, having so short a leese, 
 Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? 
 Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, 
 Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? 
 Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, 
 And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; 
 Buy terms divine hi selling hours of dross ;
 
 560 80TTL. 
 
 Within be fed, without be rich no more ; 
 
 So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men ; 
 
 And, death once dead, there's no more dying then. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 The soul which doth with God unite, 
 Those gaieties how doth she slight, 
 
 Which o'er opinion sway ! 
 Like sacred virgin wax, which shines 
 On altars or on Martyrs' shrines, 
 
 How doth she burn away ! 
 
 How violent are her throes till she 
 From envious earth deliver'd be, 
 
 Which doth her flight restrain ! 
 How doth she doat on whips and racks, 
 On fires, and the so dreaded axe, 
 
 And every murdering pain ! 
 
 How soon she leaves the pride of wealth, 
 The flatteries of youth and health, 
 
 And fame's more precious breath ; 
 And every guady circumstance 
 That doth the pomp of life advance 
 
 At the approach of death. W. Habington. 
 
 Sweet day ! so cool, so calm, so bright ! 
 The bridal of the earth and sky : 
 The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, 
 For Thou must die. 
 
 Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, 
 Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : 
 Thy root is ever in the grave, 
 
 And thou must die. 
 
 Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses, 
 A box where sweets compacted lie : 
 My music shows you have your closes, 
 And all must die. 
 
 Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 
 
 Like season'd timber never gives, 
 
 But, though the whole world turns to coal, 
 
 Then chiefly lives. Herbert.
 
 SOUL. 561 
 
 The soul of man (let man in homage bow 
 Who names his sou/) a native of the skies ! 
 High-born and free, her freedom should maintain, 
 Unsold, unmortgaged for earth's little bribes. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Dearly pays the soul 
 For lodging ill ; too dearly rents her day. Young. 
 
 The soul, secure in her existence, smiles 
 
 At tke drawn dagger, and defies its point : 
 
 The stars shall fade away, the sun himself 
 
 Grow dim with age. and nature sink in years : 
 
 But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, 
 
 Unhurt amidst the war of elements, 
 
 The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds ! 
 
 Addis on. 
 
 For from the birth 
 
 Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said. 
 That not in humble, nor in brief delight, 
 Not in the fading echoes of renown, 
 Power's purple robe, nor pleasure's flowery lap, 
 The Soul should find enjoyment : but from these 
 Turning, disdainful, to an equal good, 
 Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view, 
 Till every bound at length should disappear, 
 And infinite perfection close the scene. Akenside. 
 
 The soul on earth is an immortal guest, 
 
 Condemned to starve at an unreal feast : 
 
 A spark, which upwards tends by nature's force ; 
 
 A stream, diverted from its parent source; 
 
 A drop dissevered from the boundless sea ; 
 
 A moment, parted from eternity ; 
 
 A pilgrim panting for the rest to come; 
 
 An exile, anxious for his native home. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 Since soul decays not; freed from earth, 
 
 And earthly coils, it bursts away ; 
 Receiving a celestial birth, 
 
 And spurning off its bonds of clay, 
 It soars and seeks another sphere, 
 And blooms through heaven's eternal year. 
 
 Moir.- 
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 562 SOUL. 
 
 O Lady ! we receive but what we give, 
 And in our life alone does nature live : 
 Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! 
 
 And would we aught behold, of higher worth 
 Than that inanimate cold world allowed 
 To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, 
 
 Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth, 
 A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud 
 
 Enveloping the earth, 
 And from the soul itself must there be sent 
 
 A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, 
 Of all sweet sounds the life and element. Coleridge. 
 
 The spirit leaves the body's wondrous frame, 
 
 That frame itself a world of strength and skill ; 
 The nobler inmate new abodes will claim, 
 In every change to Thee aspiring still. 
 Although from darkness born, to darkness fled, 
 
 We know that light beyond surrounds the whole ; 
 The man survives, though the weird corpse be dead, 
 And He who dooms the flesh, redeems the soul. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 Lord ! we sit and cry to Thee, 
 
 Like the blind beside the way: 
 Make our darkened souls to see 
 
 The glory of Thy perfect day ! 
 Lord ! rebuke our sullen night, 
 And give Thyself unto our sight ! 
 
 H. H. Milman. 
 
 The Soul ! the Soul ! with its eye of fire, 
 Thus, thus shall it soar when its foes expire ; 
 It shall spread its wings o'er the ills that pained, 
 The evils that shadowed, the sins that stained ; 
 It shall dwell where no rushing cloud hath sway, 
 And the pageants of earth shall have melted away. 
 
 Afrs. Sigourney. 
 That mysterious thing, 
 
 Which hath no limit from the walls of sense, 
 No chili from hoary time, with pale decay 
 No fellowship, but shall stand forth unchanged, 
 Unscorched amid the resurrection fires, 
 To bear its boundless lot of good or ill. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 SOWING. 563 
 
 SOWING. 
 
 THEY that sow in tears shall reap in joy. Psalm cxxvi. 5. 
 
 In the morning sow thj- seed, and in the evening withhold not thine 
 hand : for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, 
 or whether both shall be alike good. Ecclesiastes, xi. 6. 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed, 
 
 At eve hold not thine hand ; 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
 
 Broad-cast it o'er the land. 
 
 Beside all waters sow, 
 
 The highway furrows stock ; 
 Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
 
 Scatter it on the rock. 
 
 The good, the fruitful ground, 
 
 Expect not here nor there ; 
 O'er hill and dale, by plots 'tis found; 
 
 Go forth, then, everywhere. 
 
 Thou know'st not which may thrive, 
 
 The late or early sown ; 
 Grace keeps the precious germs alivg, 
 
 When and wherever strown. 
 
 And duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 
 Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
 Shall foster and mature the grain, 
 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 Thence, when the glorious end, 
 
 The day of God is come, 
 The angel-reapers shall descend, 
 
 And heaven cry, "Harvest home!" 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
 Sow thy seed, and reap in gladness ! 
 
 Man himself is all a seed; 
 Hope and hardship, joy and sadness, 
 
 Slow the plant to ripeness lead. 
 
 John Sterling.
 
 564 SPEECH. 
 
 SPEECH. 
 
 DAV unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth 
 knowledge. Psalm xix. 2. 
 
 Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth. Psalm cxl. 11. 
 
 Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may 
 kno'.v how ye ought to answer every man. Colossians, iv. 6. 
 
 THE glittering heaven's refulgent glow, 
 And sparkling spheres of golden light, 
 
 Jehovah's work and glory show, 
 By burning day or gentle night. 
 
 In silence, through the vast profound, 
 They move their orbs of fire on high, 
 
 Nor speech, nor word, nor answering sound, 
 Is heard upon the tranquil sky ; 
 
 Yet to the earth's remotest bar 
 
 Their burning glory all is known ; 
 Their living light has sparkled far, 
 
 And on the attentive silence shone. 
 
 God 'mid the shining legions, rears 
 A tent where burns the radiant sun ; 
 
 As, like a bridegroom bright, appears 
 The monarch, on his course begun. 
 
 From eud to end of azure heaven 
 
 He holds his fiery path along ; 
 To all, his circling heat is given, 
 
 His radiance flames the spheres among. 
 
 By sunny ray, and starry throne, 
 
 The wonders of our mighty Lord 
 To man's attentive heart are known, 
 
 Bright as the promise of His word. 
 
 J. W. Eastbourne. 
 
 First think ; and if thy thoughts approve thy will, 
 Then speak ; and, after, that thou speak' st, fulfil. 
 
 Thomas Randolph. 
 
 Speak gently ! 't is a little thing 
 
 Dropped in the heart's deep well; 
 The good, the joy that it may bring 
 
 Eternity shall tell. Daniel Bates.
 
 SPIRIT. 565 
 
 SPIRIT. 
 
 IF ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your 
 children : how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy 
 Spirit to them that ask Him. Luke, xi. 13. 
 
 The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send 
 in my name, he shall teach you all things. John, xiv. 26. 
 
 And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing 
 mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. 
 
 And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and 
 it sat upon each of them. 
 
 And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak 
 with other "tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. Acts, ii. 2, 3, 4. 
 
 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities : for we know not 
 what we should pray for as we ought : but the Spirit itself maketh 
 intercession for us. Romans, viii. 26. 
 
 Your body iB the temple of the Holy Ghost. I. Corinthians, vi. 19. 
 
 EVERY spirit as it is most pure, 
 And hath in it the more of heavenly light, 
 So it the fairer body doth procure 
 To habit in, and i s more fairly dight 
 With cheerful grace, and amiable sight ; 
 For of the soul the body form doth take, 
 For soul is form, and doth the body make. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 Darkness profound 
 
 Covered the abyss ; but on the watery calm 
 His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread, 
 And vital virtue infused, and vital warmth, 
 Throughout the fluid mass. Milton. 
 
 Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth, 
 Unseen, both when we sleep and when we wake. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Immortal honour, endless fame 
 
 Attend the Almighty Father's name ; 
 
 The Saviour Son be glorified, 
 
 Who for lost man's redemption died ; 
 
 And equal adoration be, 
 
 Eternal Paraclete ! to Thee. Dryden.
 
 566 SPIBIT. 
 
 That He, The Third 
 In the Eternal Essence, to the prayer 
 Sincere should come, should come as soon as asked, 
 Proceeding from the Father and the Son, 
 To give Faith and Repentance, such as God 
 Accepts. PolloTc. 
 
 Our God is a Spirit, and they who, aright, 
 
 Would perform the pure worship He loveth, 
 In the heart's holy temple will seek with delight, 
 
 That spirit the Father approveth. 
 
 Bernard Barton. 
 Will He again in flames of glory 
 
 From His celestial hill unfold 
 His Spirit, to confirm the story 
 
 Of the inspired Twelve of old? 
 Else, when the light so brightly glowing, 
 
 Each dark cloud fringing with its flame, 
 Like snow-white mantle lightly flowing 
 
 Around the Ethiop's sable frame ? 
 
 Forth from the open doors of Heaven, 
 
 The radiance over all is shed ; 
 A splendour to the earth is given, 
 
 Like glory round a saintly head ! 
 The valleys all, the mountain spires, 
 
 The world and all therein, to-night 
 Are bathed in the celestial fire, 
 
 As once the Twelve were crowned with light ! 
 
 To-morrow is the celebration 
 
 Of the out-flowing Spirit's might, 
 And all the earth, in preparation, 
 
 Is consecrated in this light ! 
 And, like yon golden candles burning 
 
 Around the glorious evening skies, 
 The Spirit's holy fire returning, 
 
 From every Christian heart shall rise ! 
 
 Gostick,from the German of Freiligrath. 
 
 'T is a solemn place : 
 For this dark purple loam, wherein I lie, 
 And this green mould, the mother of bright flowers, 
 Was bone and sinew once, now decomposed ;
 
 SPIEIT. 567 
 
 Perhaps has lived, breathed, walked, as proud as we, 
 
 And animate with all the faculties, 
 
 And finer senses of the human soul ! 
 
 And now what are they ? To their elements 
 
 Each has returned, dust crumbled back to dust, 
 
 The spirit gone to God. William Thompson Bacon . 
 
 When the Spirit of our God 
 
 Came down, His flock to find, 
 A voice from Heaven was heard abroad 
 
 A rushing, mighty wind. 
 
 Nor doth the outward ear alone 
 
 At that high warning start ; 
 Conscience gives back th' appalling tone ; 
 
 'T is echoed in the heart. Keble. 
 
 If yet the Holy Spirit deigns to dwell 
 In earthly domes, 't is not in those defiled 
 With pride, with fraud, with rapine, or with lust ; 
 'Midst the rough foliage of the thorny brake, 
 The clustering grape not blushes, and the fig 
 Decks not the prickly thistle's barren stalk ; 
 Even thus shall all be measured by their fruits. 
 
 Charles Jenner. 
 
 On your souls 
 
 The Spirit of God shall dart with inward ray, 
 And heavenly light in fullest streams be poured. 
 Then shall ye to remotest peoples, Jew 
 Or Gentile, bear Christ's name, and through the world 
 Proclaim forgiveness of repented sins. 
 
 Thomas Hughes. 
 
 The Spirit of God 
 
 From Heaven descending, dwells in domes of clay ; 
 In mode far passing human thought, He guides, 
 Impels, instructs : intense pursuit of good 
 And cautious flight of evil He suggests, 
 But in such gentle murmurs, that to know 
 His heavenly voice, we must have done His will. 
 
 John Hey.
 
 668 STABS. 
 
 STAES. 
 
 AN'D (!ocl made two ,uTe;it lights; the invr.ter liirht to rule the day, 
 ami the lessor li<r!it to rule the nijjht : he made the .,'<//.> ulsn. i ; 
 i. It:. 
 
 Where wast thou when the morning .%Y</r.j sang together'/ Job, 
 xxxviii. 4, 7. 
 
 He telleth the number of the .sfo/-*; he calleth them all by tl fir 
 names. Psalm cxlvii. 4. 
 
 Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the day* of 
 Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east t>> Jeru- 
 salem. 
 
 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews 'i for we have 
 see?) his xhtr in the east, and are come to worship him. Matthew, 
 ii. 1, 2. 
 
 CONFUSION heard His voice, and wild uproar 
 Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined ; 
 Till, at His second bidding, darkness fled, 
 Light shone, and order from disorder sprung : 
 Swift to their several quarters hasted then 
 The cumbrous elements, Earth, Flood, Air, Fire ; 
 And this ethereal quintessence of Heaven 
 Flew upward, spirited with various forms, 
 That rolled orbicular, and turned to stars 
 Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move : 
 Each had his place appointed, each his course. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 At His birth, a star 
 
 Unseen before in Heaven, proclaims Him come, 
 And guides the eastern sages, who inquire 
 His place, to offer incense, myrrh, and gold, 
 His place of birth, a solemn angel tells 
 To simple shepherds, keeping watch by night : 
 They gladly thither haste, and by a choir 
 Of squadroned angels, hear His carol sung : 
 A Virgin is His Mother, but His Sire, 
 The Power of the Most High. Milton. 
 
 Child of the earth ! oh, lift thy glance 
 To yon bright firmament's expanse ; 
 The glories of its realm explore, 
 And gaze, and wonder, and adore ! 
 Doth it not speak to every sense, 
 The marvels of Omnipotence ? 
 Seest thou not there the Almighty name 
 Inscribed in characters of flame ?
 
 STARS. 569 
 
 Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light, 
 
 That sparkle through the shades of night ; 
 
 Behold them ! can a mortal boast 
 
 To number that celestial host P 
 
 Mark well each little star, whose rays 
 
 In distant splendour meet thy gaze : 
 
 Each is a world by Him sustain'd 
 
 Who from eternity hath reign'd. 
 
 Each, kindled not for earth alone, 
 
 Hath circling planets of its own, 
 
 And beings whose existence springs 
 
 From Him, the all-powerful King of Kings. 
 
 Mr*. Hemans. 
 
 Ye stars ! bright legions that before all time, 
 Camped on yon plain of sapphire, what shall tell 
 Your burning myriads, but the eye of Him, 
 Who bade thro' heaven your golden chariots wheel, 
 Yet who earth-born can see your hosts, nor feel 
 Immortal impulses Eternity ? 
 What wonder if the o'erwrought soul should reel 
 With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye 
 See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie ? 
 
 For ye behold the Mightiest. From that steep 
 What ages have ye worshipped round your King, 
 Ye heard his trumpet sounded o'er the deep 
 Of earth : ye heard the morning angels sing. 
 Upon that orb now o'er me quivering, 
 The gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise ? 
 The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring 
 Above the mountain's surge, and hailed its rise, 
 Lighting their lonely track with hope's celestial dyes. 
 
 On Calvary shot down that purple eye, 
 
 When, but the soldier and the sacrifice, 
 
 All were departed. Mount of Agony ! 
 
 But Time's broad pinion, ere the giant dies, 
 
 Shall cloud your clime. Ye fruitage of the skies, 
 
 Your vineyard shall be shaken ! From your urn, 
 
 Censers of heaven, no more shall glory rise 
 
 Your incense to the throne ! The heavens shall burn ! 
 
 For all your pomps are dust, and shall to dust return. 
 
 , Croly.
 
 570 STABS. 
 
 And ye, bright sisters, stars my dear companions, 
 
 Which with enamel deck Heaven's azure field, 
 
 And to the heavenly lyre your steps adapting, 
 
 Knit and unknit your choruses harmonious, 
 
 Into your chain celestial introduced, 
 
 Ye shall direct mine eyes to that bright desert, 
 
 That view bewildering labyrinths of fire ; 
 
 Your beams should teach me how to praise and show 
 
 Him whom ye seek, and whom, perhaps, ye see ; 
 
 And merging in my breast his trembling brightness, 
 
 I should perceive in him all ye perceive. 
 
 Rev. W. Pulling, from Lamartine. 
 
 Ye quenchless stars ! so eloquently bright, 
 Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night, 
 While half the world is lapp'd in downy dreams, 
 And round the lattice creep your midnight beams, 
 How sweet to gaze upon your placid eyes, 
 In lambent beauty looking from the skies. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 Stars, wherefore do ye rise ? 
 
 To light thy spirit to the skies. J. Montgomery. 
 
 When up to nightly skies we gaze, 
 Where stars pursue their endless ways, 
 We think we see, from earth's low clod, 
 The wide and shining home of G-od. 
 'Tis vain to dream those tracts of space, 
 With all their worlds, approach His face : 
 One glory fills each wheeling ball 
 One love has shaped and moved them all. 
 This earth, with all its dust and tears, 
 Is no less His than yonder spheres ; 
 And rain-drops weak, and grains of sand, 
 Are stamped by His immediate hand. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 
 Yet as the stars, the holy stars of night, 
 
 Shine out when all is dark, 
 
 So would I, cheered by hopes more purely bright, 
 Tread still the thorny path, whose close is light ; 
 If, but at last, the tossed and weary barque, 
 Grains the sure haven of her final rest. Lucy Hooper .
 
 STILLNESS. 571 
 
 STILLNESS. 
 
 AND, behold, the Lord passed by. and a great and strong wind rent 
 the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord ; but 
 the Lord was not in the wind : and after the wind an earthquake ; 
 but the Lord was not in the earthquake : 
 
 And after the earthquake a fire ; but the Lord was not in the fire ; 
 and after the fire a still small voice. I. Kings, xix. 11, 12. 
 
 Stand in awe, and sin not : commune with your own heart upon 
 your bed, and be still. Psalm iv. 4. 
 
 Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm xlvi. 10. 
 
 'T is stillness now ! A sudden stay 
 
 Has check'd the wild wind on its way, 
 
 As, screaming on its mother's breast, 
 
 At once the infant sinks to rest. 
 
 And now, throughout the wood, that late 
 
 Wav'd bending to the tempest's weight, 
 
 Nor could its depths an echo form, 
 
 Save to the wailing of the storm ; 
 
 Nor bends a twig, nor breathes a breath : 
 
 'Tis silence, like the calm of death. 
 
 'T would seem that winter had foregone, 
 
 By wrong unsurp'd, his stormy throne, 
 
 And giv'n the rightful sway again 
 
 To mild October's placid reign. 
 
 Or rather He, whose boundless force 
 
 Directs each month's, each season's course, 
 
 Who formed creation's works of old, 
 
 And, what He form'd, hath still controll'd, 
 
 Even He hath said, at whose high will 
 
 The wind or swells or falls, "Be still !" Mant. 
 
 The Almighty King, 
 
 Not always in the splendid scene of pomp 
 Tremendous, on the sounding tempest rides, 
 Or sweeping whirlwind ; nor in the awful peal 
 Of echoing thunder is He always heard, 
 Or seen in lightning's livid flames ; but oft, 
 When every turbid element is hushed, 
 In the still voice of nature stands confest 
 The Lord Omnipotent. Samuel Hayes.
 
 572 STORM. 
 
 STORM. 
 
 HE commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind. 
 He maketh the storm a calm. Psalm cvii. 25, 2!>. 
 
 Thou Shalt be visited of the Lord of Hosts with thunder, and with 
 earthquake, and great noise, with storm and tempest. Isaiah, xxix. ti. 
 
 THE storm was laid, the winds retired, 
 
 Obedient to Thy will ; 
 The sea, that roared at Thy command, 
 
 At Thy command was still. Addison. 
 
 O God ! have mercy in this dreadful hour 
 
 On the poor mariner ! in comfort here 
 
 Safe shelter'd as I am, I almost fear 
 The blast that rages with resistless power. 
 
 What were it now to toss upon the waves 
 The madden'd waves, and know no succour near; 
 The howling of the storm alone to hear, 
 
 And the wild sea that to the tempest raves ; 
 To gaze amid the horrors of the night, 
 And only see the billows' gleaming light ; 
 
 And in the dread of death to think of her 
 Who, as she listens sleepless to the gale, 
 Puts up a silent prayer and waxes pale? 
 
 O God ! have mercy on the mariner ! Southey. 
 
 A thunder-storm ! the eloquence of heaven, 
 When every cloud is from its slumber riven, 
 Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, 
 And felt Omnipotence around him thrown ? 
 With what a glooin the ush'ring scene appears ! 
 The leaves all fluttering with instinctive fears, 
 The waters curling with a fellow dread, 
 A breezeless fervour round creation spread, 
 And, last, the heavy rain's reluctant shower, 
 With big drops patt'ring on the tree and bower, 
 While wizard shapes the low'ring sky deform, 
 All mark the coming of a tla.\mder-storm. 
 
 R. Montgomery.
 
 STRANGER. 573 
 
 STEANGEE. 
 
 I AM a stranger and a sojourner with you. Genesis, xxiii. 4. 
 The Lord loveth the stranger, in giving him food and raiment. 
 
 Love ye there-fore the stranger: for ye were strangers in the land 
 of Egypt. Deuteronomy, x. 18, 19. 
 
 Do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger. Jeremiah, xxii. 3. 
 
 HE will vouchsafe 
 
 This day to be your guest : bring forth, and pour 
 Abundance, fit to honour and receive 
 The heavenly stranger. Milton. 
 
 The stranger s heart ! Oh, wound it not ! 
 
 A yearning anguish is its lot ; 
 
 In the green shadow of thy tree, 
 
 The stranger finds no rest with thee. 
 
 Thou think'st the vine's low rustling leaves 
 
 Are music round the household eaves ; 
 
 To him that sound hath sorrow's tone 
 
 The stranger's heart is with his own. 
 
 Thou think'st the children's laughing play 
 
 A lovely sight at fall of day ; 
 
 Then are the stranger s thoughts opprest 
 
 A mother's voice comes o'er his breast. 
 
 Thou think'st it sweet when friend to friend 
 
 Beneath one roof in prayer may blend ; 
 
 Then doth the stranger's eye grow dim 
 
 Far, far are those who 've prayed with him.' 
 
 Thy hearth, thy home, thy vintage land 
 
 The voices of thy kindred band; 
 
 Oh ! "midst them all when blest thou art, 
 
 Deal gently with the stranger's heart. Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 Why should I a stranger be 
 
 In my Father's dwelling, 
 While hill and river, rock and tree, 
 
 Of His love are telling ? 
 Always heard, their simple voice, 
 Bidding child-like hearts rejoice, 
 Whispers us that love is near. 
 What we seek in yonder sphere, 
 Love can find it now, and here. J. Gosticlc.
 
 574 
 
 STEEAM. 
 
 THERE is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of 
 God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High. Psalm xlvi. 4. 
 
 He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run 
 down like rivers. Psalm Ixxviii. 16. 
 
 In the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert. 
 Isaiah, xxxv. 6. 
 
 WHO see not that the valleys of the world 
 
 Might even right with the mountains : that they grow 
 
 Green and lie warmer ; and ever peaceful are 
 
 When clouds spit fire at hills, and burn them bare. 
 
 Not valley's part, but we should imitate streams 
 
 That run below the valleys, and do yield 
 
 To every mole-hill ; every bank embrace 
 
 That checks their currents ; and when torrents come, 
 
 That swell and raise them past their natural height, 
 
 How mad they are and troubled ; like low streams 
 
 With torrents crown'd are men with diadems. 
 
 Chapman. 
 Around Thy throne, in peaceful streams, 
 
 God ! celestial pleasure glides ; 
 
 The brightening wave Thine image beams, 
 
 Untinged by sorrow's darkened tides. 
 That stream my fainting spirit cheers 
 
 When sultry suns pour down their heat ; 
 And when I cross the vale of tears, 
 
 It makes the cup of sorrow sweet. J. Alexander. 
 
 1 know a stream, a gentle stream 
 Which by a valley glides along, 
 
 That well might suit a Poet's theme, 
 
 Or fit a raptured Minstrel's song ; 
 And often I have stood to look 
 On the calm beauty of that brook, 
 And thought the scene was such as might 
 
 Have shone upon Creation's morn, 
 When all the morning stars of light, 
 
 Sang joyously that earth was born ; 
 And angels as they paused to see, 
 Joined the triumphant Jubilee ! 
 And God himself in glory stood, 
 And there pronounced it very good. Ann Pratt.
 
 STEENGTH. 575 
 
 STRENGTH. 
 
 As thy days, so shall thy strength be. Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 25. 
 
 The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation. 
 Psalm cxviii. 14. 
 
 He that is mighty hath done to me great things ; and holy is His 
 name. 
 
 He hath shewed strength with his arm ; He hath scattered the proud 
 in the imagination of their hearts. Luke, i. 49, 51. 
 
 VIGOUR from toil, from trouble patience grows. 
 The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower, 
 Some tints of transient beauty may disclose ; 
 But ah ! it withers in the chilling hour. 
 Mark yonder oaks ! Superior to the power 
 Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise, 
 And from the stormy promontory tower, 
 And toss their giant arms amid the skies, 
 
 While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies. 
 
 Seattle. 
 
 The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial ; 
 
 But there doth live a power, that to the battle 
 
 Girdeth the weak. Joanna Saillie. 
 
 When adverse winds and waves arise, 
 And in my heart despondence sighs, 
 While life her throng of care reveals, 
 And weakness o'er my spirit steals, 
 Grateful I hear the kind decree, 
 That "as my day, my strength shall be." 
 
 When, with sad footstep, memory roves 
 'Mid smitten joys, and buried loves, 
 When sleep my tearful pillow flies, 
 And dewy morning drinks my sighs, 
 Still to Thy promise, Lord, I flee, 
 That "as my day, my strength shall be." 
 
 One trial more must yet be past, 
 
 One pang, the keenest and the last ; 
 
 And when, with brow convulsed and pale, 
 
 My feeble quivering heart-strings fail, 
 
 Redeemer, grant my soul to see 
 
 That "as her day, her strength shall be." 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 576 STEIFE. 
 
 STKIFE. 
 
 LET there be no strife, I pray thce, between me and thee. Genesis, 
 
 Thou shalt hide them in the secret of Thy presence from the pride 
 of man ; Thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife 
 of tongues. Psalm xxxi. 20. 
 
 He that passeth by. and meddleth with .it riff belonging not to him, 
 is like one that tnketh a dog by the ears. Proverbs, xxvi. 17. 
 
 Foolish and unlearned questions avoid, knowing that they do gender 
 strifes. II. Timothy, ii. 22. 
 
 O SHAME to men ! Devil with Devil damned 
 
 Firm concord holds, men only disagree 
 
 Of creatures rational, though under hope 
 
 Of heavenly grace ; and God proclaiming peace, 
 
 Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife 
 
 Among themselves. Milton. 
 
 O for thy children too confined! 
 
 Thy sons in peace thou canst not feed, 
 
 Doomed land ! to strangers now resigned 
 
 Such judgment hath begun on thee. 
 A foe, by thee unharmed indeed, 
 Sits at thy board and mocks thy toils, 
 Divides thy frantic people's spoils, 
 
 And holds thy sword of sovereignty. 
 
 Frantic he too ! O never ! no, 
 
 Was nation blessed by blood and wrong ; 
 
 The conquered feel not all the wo ; 
 
 Still turns to tears the guilty's joy : 
 Though not his haughty way along 
 Th' eternal vengeance sweeps and breaks ; 
 It follows, watches still, and wakes, 
 
 At his last moment to destroy. 
 
 Stamped in one image at our birth, 
 Made in the likeness all of one ; 
 Ever at every part of earth 
 
 Where breath of life we may inherit, 
 Be brethren all ! Our unison 
 Accursed be he to strife who turns, 
 Accursed who mocketh him that mourns, 
 
 Or saddeneth one immortal spirit! 
 
 From the Italian of Manzoni.
 
 SUBMISSION. 577 
 
 SUBMISSION. 
 
 SUBMIT yourselves therefore to G-od. James, iv. 7. 
 
 Submit yourselves to every ordinance of man for the Lord's sake. 
 I. Peter, ii. 13. 
 
 SINCE 't is Thy sentence I should part 
 With the most precious treasure of my heart, 
 
 I freely that and more resign, 
 My heart itself, as its delight is thine ; 
 
 My little all I give to thee, 
 
 Thou gav'st a greater gift, Thy Son, to me. 
 
 Take all, great God, I will not grieve, 
 But still will wish that I had still to give; 
 
 I hear thy voice, thou bid'st me quit 
 My paradise ; I bless and do submit; 
 
 I will not murmur at thy word, 
 
 Nor beg thy ar gel to sheathe up his sword, 
 
 Norris. 
 
 Almighty power, I love Thee ! blissful name, 
 
 My healer, God ! and may my inmost soul 
 
 Love and adore for ever! Oh, 'tis good 
 
 To wait submissive at Thy holy throne, 
 
 To leave petitions at Thy feet, and bear 
 
 Thy frowns and silence with a patient soul. 
 
 The hand of mercy is not short to save, 
 
 Nor is the ear of heavenly pity deaf 
 
 To mortal cries. Watts. 
 
 Though round him numerous tribes, 
 Sworn foes to Heaven's dread Ruler, pitch their tents, 
 No wayward doubts or coward fears appal 
 The patriarch's soul. By the bright hope sustained 
 That in his seed all nations should be blessed, 
 Calm and unmoved the delegated seer 
 Submissive bends to the Eternal Will. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Christ had his sorrows so must thou, 
 If thou wilt tread the path He trod 
 
 O then, like Him, submissive bow, 
 
 And own the sovereignty of God. Anon. 
 
 * 2 P
 
 578 SUFFERING. 
 
 SUFFERING. 
 
 FOB I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy 
 to be compared with the glory which shall bo revealed in 
 Romans, viii. 18. 
 
 Christ hath suffered for us in the flesh. 
 
 If any man suffer as a Christian let him not be ashamed. I. IVtev. 
 iv. 1, 16. 
 
 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal trlory 
 by Christ Jesus, after that ye have surt< /:,! ;i while, make you perfect. 
 stablish, strengthen, settle you. I. Peter, v. 10. 
 
 CHRIST suffers, and in this his tears begin ; 
 
 Suffers for us, and joy on us bestows : 
 Suffers to death, here is his manhood seen ; 
 buffers to rise, and hence his Godhead shows ; 
 For man that could not by himself have rose 
 Out of the grave doth by the Godhead rise ; 
 And God that could not die, in manhood dies, 
 That we in both might live, by that sweet sacrifice. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 They who have rarest joy, know joy's true measure ; 
 
 They who most suffer, value suffering's pause ; 
 They who but seldom taste the simplest pleasure, 
 Kneel oftenest to the Giver and the Cause. 
 
 Mrs. Norton. 
 O ye, whose hearts in secret bleed 
 
 O'er transient hope, like morning dew, 
 O'er friendship faithless in your need, 
 
 Or love to all its vows untrue, 
 Who shrink from persecution's rod, 
 
 Or slander's fang, or treachery's tone, 
 Look meekly to the Son of God, 
 And in His griefs forget your own. 
 
 Forsaken are ye ? so was He ; 
 
 Reviled ? yet check the 'vengeful word ; 
 Rejected P should the servant be 
 
 Exalted o'er his suffering Lord ? 
 Nor deem that Heaven's omniscient eye 
 
 Is e'er regardless of your lot, 
 Deluded man from God may fly, 
 
 But when was man by God forgot? 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 SUN. 579 
 
 SUN. 
 
 O GIVE thanks unto the Lord ; for He is good : 
 
 To Him that made great lights; the sun to rule by day: for His 
 mercy endureth for ever. Psalm cxxxvi. 1, 7, 8. 
 
 The Lord, which giveth the sun for a light by day; the Lord of 
 Hosts is His name. Jeremiah, xxxi. 35. 
 
 He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good. Matthew , 
 v. 45. 
 
 WHEN creatures had no real light 
 Inherent in them, Thou didst make the sun 
 
 Impart a lustre, and allow them bright ; 
 And in this, show what Christ hath done. 
 
 George Herbert. 
 
 Great source of day ! best image here below 
 Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide 
 From world to world the vital ocean round. 
 On nature write with every beam his praise. 
 The thunder rolls : he hushed the prostrate world ; 
 While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. 
 Bleat out afresh ye hills, ye mossy rocks 
 Return the sound ; the broad responsive low 
 Ye valleys raise, for the great shepherd reigns, 
 And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 Look up to Heaven ! the industrious sun 
 
 Already half his race hath run, 
 
 He cannot halt nor go astray, 
 
 But our immortal spirits may. 
 
 Lord ! since his rising in the east, 
 
 If we have faltered or transgressed, 
 
 Guide, from thy love's abundant source, 
 
 What yet remains of this day's course. 
 
 Help with thy grace through life's short day 
 
 Our upward and our downward way, 
 
 And glorify for us the west, 
 
 When we shall sink to final rest. Wordsworth. 
 
 As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, 
 
 Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm ; 
 
 Tho' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, 
 
 sunshine settles on its head. Goldsmith.
 
 580 SUN. 
 
 Doth thy great Maker, Sun ! forbid the thought, 
 That of his glory, thou one ray hast caught ; 
 When thou go'st measuring the boundless skies, 
 Art thou not Sun ! the brightness of his eyes ? 
 Ah ! if I've sometimes in misfortune's days 
 Blasphem'd the sun's vexation-causing rays ; 
 And if I've cursed the gifts, receiv'd from thee, 
 My God ! who readest hearts O pardon me ! 
 
 Pulling, from Lamartine. 
 
 I marvel not, O sun, that unto thee 
 
 In adoration man should bow the knee, 
 
 And pour the prayer of mingled awe and love ; 
 
 For like a God thou art, and on thy way 
 
 Of glory sheddest, with benignant ray, 
 
 Beauty and life and joyance from above. Southey. 
 
 Source of light ! thou mak'st the sun 
 
 On his burning axles run : 
 
 The stars like dust around him fly, 
 
 And strew the area of the sky : 
 
 He drives so swift his race above, 
 
 Mortals can't perceive him move ; 
 
 To smooth his course oblique or straight, 
 
 Olympus shakes not with his weight. 
 
 As the queen of solemn night, 
 
 Fills at his vase her orb of light, 
 
 Imparted lustre, thus we see 
 
 The solar virtues shine by thee ! 
 
 Phoebus borrows from thy beams 
 
 His radiant locks, and golden streams ! 
 
 Whence thy warmth and light disperse, 
 
 To cheer the grateful universe. Samuel Wesley. 
 
 Cold and obscure, in vain the king and sage 
 Gave law and learning to the darkened age. 
 There was no present faith, no future hope, 
 Earth bounded then the earth-drawn horoscope ; 
 Till to the east there rose the promised star 
 Till rose the Sun of Righteousness afar 
 Till on a world redeemed the Saviour shone, 
 Earth for His footstool, Heaven for His throne. 
 
 Miss London.
 
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 Sun of the firmament ! planet of wonderment ! 
 
 Now thy far journey of day it is done ; 
 Still thou art parting Bright, shedding immortal light 
 
 Down on the throne of night hail! setting sun ! 
 
 Slow thou depart'st away, far from the realms of day, 
 Ling'ring in pity on summer's loved bowers ; 
 
 Thy last ray is streaming, thy farewell tint beaming, 
 Yet soon thou 'It return to refreshen the flowers. 
 
 Thy parting brings sadness, yet nations in gladness 
 Are waiting to worship thee fountain of light ! 
 
 Where'er thy footsteps be, there do we beauty see, 
 Thou kindlest day in the dwellings of night. 
 
 Where sleeps the thunder there dost thou wander, 
 Down 'neath the ocean deep, there dost thou stray, 
 
 Kissing the stars at morn, high on the air upborne, 
 Skirting creation's far verge on thy way. 
 
 Grandeur and glory, they travel before thee, 
 Brightness and majesty walk in thy train! 
 
 Darkness it flies from thee, clouds may not rise to thee 
 When thou awak'st from the ocean again. 
 
 All own thy influence, kindly thou dost dispense 
 Blessings o'er nature where'er its bounds be ; 
 
 Afric's lone desert, it blooms at thy presence ; 
 And Lapland is turn'd into summer by thee. 
 
 Time cannot conquer thee, age cannot alter thee, 
 Years have no power to limit thy sway ; 
 
 Strength and sublimity, still they attend on thee, 
 Pilgrim of ages, but not of decay. 
 
 Sun of the firmament ! planet of wonderment ! 
 
 Now thy far journey of day it is done ; 
 Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light 
 
 Down on the throne of night hail ! setting sun ! 
 
 Robert Gilftllan. 
 
 O Sun ! what makes thy beams so bright ? 
 The word that said "Let there be light!" 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 582 STTPEBSTITIOK. 
 
 SUPERSTITION. 
 
 THEN Paul stood in the midst of Mars' hill, and said, Ye men of 
 Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. Acts, 
 xvii. 22. 
 
 'Tis Superstition! that 
 
 Dread bolt that seems to him and thee the home 
 Of torture, is the earth, the beauteous earth, 
 Created by thy God, a perfect thing, 
 All loveliness, and life, and light, to be 
 The dwelling-place of thee and thine but this, 
 This ignorant, besotted fool, sees but 
 In that beneficent gift, where all is formed 
 For happiness, a scene of punishment 
 And death ; turns every joy to bitterness, 
 Reproaches God with never-ending fears, 
 And, like a thankless wretch, dashes aside 
 The cup of happiness the Almighty hand 
 Gives to his lips, when he might know his praise, 
 And gratitude can but be shown by free 
 And innocent enjoyment ; not content 
 That his own soul must suffer misery, 
 He would crush down his fellow-beings with 
 The weight of his own gloom. His voice shall fill 
 The earth with one loud cry ; at his command, 
 The homes of thousands shall be desolate ; 
 At his command, fathers shall give their sons 
 To be devoured by lingering fire, or stretched 
 Upon a wheel, whose racking torture tears 
 The victim limb-meal, and then lift their hands, 
 Their impious hands, to heaven, and call the deed 
 Of blasphemy a holy act. Weak fools ! 
 To think it please th Him who made them in 
 His image that that image should be torn, 
 Defaced, and blotted. Constantia Louisa Biddell. 
 
 But hence, far hence be ostentatious pomp, 
 
 And superstitions tinsel. Samuel Hayes. 
 
 Fell Superstition leads 
 Her horrid train, engendered in the womb 
 Of her own mad imaginings. A. Alexander.
 
 583 
 
 SUPPER, THE LORD'S. 
 
 WHOSO eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, hath eternal life; 
 and I will raise him up at the la~t day. 
 
 For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. John, 
 vi. 54, 55. 
 
 The Lord Jesus, the same night in which He was betrayed, took 
 bread. 
 
 And when He had given thanks, He brake it, and said, Take eat; 
 this is my body, which is broken for you : this do in remembrance 
 of me. 
 
 After the same manner also He took the cup, when He had supped, 
 saying, This cup is the New Testament in my blood : this do ye, as 
 oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. 
 
 For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do show 
 the Lord's death till He come. I. Corinthians, xi. 23, 24, 25, 26. 
 
 HIM first to love, great right and reason is, 
 
 Who first to us our life and being gave, 
 
 And after, when we fared had amiss, 
 
 Us wretches from the second death did save ; 
 
 And last, the Food of Life, which now we have, 
 
 Even He Himself, in His dear Sacrament, 
 
 To feed our hungry souls, unto us lent. 
 
 Then next to love our brethren, that were made 
 
 Of that self-mould, and that self-Maker's hand. 
 
 Spenser. 
 
 I love to mingle there 
 In sympathy of praise and prayer, 
 And listen to that Living Word, 
 Which breathes the Spirit of the Lord : 
 Or, at the mystic table placed, 
 Those eloquent mementoes taste 
 Of Thee, Thou suffering Lamb divine, 
 Thy soul-refreshing bread and wine ; 
 Sweet viands, given us to assuage 
 The faintness of the pilgrimage. 
 
 Thomas Grinfield. 
 And oft your willing steps renew, around the sacred 
 
 board, 
 And break the bread, and pour the wine, in memory 
 
 of your Lord : 
 To drink with me the grape's first juice, to you shall 
 
 yet be given, 
 
 Fresh from the deathless vine that blooms in blest 
 abodes of Heaven. Thomas Dale.
 
 584 SUPPEK. 
 
 Bread of Heaven, on Thee we feed, 
 For Thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
 Ever let our souls be fed 
 With this true and Living Bread. 
 
 Vine of Heaven, Thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice ; 
 Lord, Thy wounds our healing give ; 
 To Thy cross we look and live. 
 
 Day by day, with strength supplied, 
 
 Through the life of Him who died, 
 
 Lord of life, O' let us be 
 
 Rooted, grafted, built on Thee ! Conder. 
 
 Bow thee to earth, and from thee cast 
 
 All stubbornness of human will ; 
 Then dare to drink the Sacred Cup 
 
 Thy God and Saviour died to fill. 
 
 Come with thy guilt new-washed in tears, 
 
 Thy spirit raised in faith above ; 
 Then drink, and so thy soul shall live, 
 
 Thy Saviour's blood, thy Saviour's love. 
 
 Miss London. 
 
 Break to us each, this day, our daily bread, 
 Nor let earth's fading food alone be given ; 
 Feed us upon THY WORD, in Christ our Head, 
 To find Thy Peace, the living Bread from Heaven. 
 
 H. H. Weld. 
 
 For say, can fancy, fond to weave the tale 
 Of bliss ideal, feign more genuine joy 
 Than thine, Believer, when the man of God 
 Gives to thy hand the consecrated cup, 
 Blessed memorial of a Saviour's love ! 
 Glowing with zeal, the humble penitent 
 Approacheth : Faith her fostering radiance points 
 Full on his contrite heart: Hope cheers his steps, 
 And Charity, the fairest in the train 
 Of Christian virtues, swells his heaving breast 
 With love unbounded. 
 
 Thomas Zouch.
 
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 So is it with true Christian hearts ; 
 
 Their mutual share in Jesus' blood 
 An everlasting bond imparts 
 
 Of holiest brotherhood : 
 Oh ! might we all our lineage prove, 
 Give and forgive, do good and love, 
 By soft endearments in kind strife 
 Lightening the load of daily life ! Keble. 
 
 Thou who didst taste 
 Of man's infirmities, yet bar his sins 
 From thine unspotted soul, forsake us not 
 In our temptations, but so guide our feet, 
 That our Last Supper in this world may lead 
 To that immortal banquet by thy side, 
 Where there is no betrayer. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 By chain yet stronger must the soul be tied : 
 
 One duty more, last stage of this ascent, 
 
 Brings to thy food, memorial Sacrament, 
 
 The offspring, haply at the parents' side ; 
 
 But not till they, with all that do abide 
 
 In Heaven, have lifted up their hearts to laud 
 
 And magnify the glorious name of God, 
 
 Fountain of Grace, whose Son for sinners died, 
 
 Here must my song in timid reverence pause ; 
 
 But shrink not, ye, whom to the saving rite 
 
 The Altar calls ; come early, under laws 
 
 That can secure for you a path of light 
 
 Through gloomiest shade ; put on, nor dread its weight, 
 
 Armour divine, and conquer in your cause. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Here He led 
 
 From the Last Supper, when the hymn was sung, 
 His few grieved followers out, in that drear night, 
 When, in the garden, on the mountain's slope, 
 His agony wrung forth the crimson drops ! 
 While these sad pictures hang upon thy sides, 
 Thou consecrated height, dissolve the heart 
 In pious sorrow ! Hannah F. Gould.
 
 586 SUPPLICATION. 
 
 SUPPLICATION. 
 
 I CRIED to Thee, O Lord ; and unto the Lord I made supplication. 
 Psalm xxx. 8. 
 
 Let my supplication, come before Thee : deliver me according to Thy 
 word. Psalm cxix. 170. 
 
 my God incline Thine ear, and hear : for we do not present our 
 supplications before Thee for our righteousnesses, but for Thy great 
 mercies. Daniel, ix. 18. 
 
 OH, when Thy last frown shall proclaim 
 The flocks of goats to folds of flame ; 
 And all Thy lost sheep found shall be, 
 Let "Come, ye blessed" then call me. 
 
 Oh, hear a suppliant heart all crush'd 
 
 And crumbled into contrite dust ; 
 
 My Hope, my Fear, my Judge, my Friend, 
 
 Take charge of me, and of my end. Orashaw. 
 
 Like the low murmur of the secret stream, 
 
 Which through dark alders winds its shaded way, 
 
 My suppliant voice is heard. Ah, do not deem 
 That on vain toys I throw my hours away. 
 
 In the recesses of the forest vale, 
 
 On the wild mountains, on the verdant sod, 
 When the fresh breezes of the morn prevail, 
 
 1 wander lone, communing with my God. 
 
 Beckford. 
 
 From lowest depths of woe 
 
 To God I send my cry ; 
 Lord hear my supplicating voice, 
 
 And graciously reply ! 
 
 My soul with patience waits 
 
 For Thee, the living Lord ; 
 My hopes are on Thy promise built, 
 
 Thy never-failing word ! 
 
 Let Israel trust in God ; 
 
 No bounds His mercy knows ; 
 The plenteous source and spring from whence 
 
 Eternal succour flows. Brady and Tate.
 
 TEACHING. 587 
 
 TEACHING. 
 
 BLESSED is the man whom Thou chastenest, Lord, and teachest 
 him ont of Thy law. Psalm xciv. 12. 
 
 There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus : 
 
 The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto Him. Rabbi, we 
 know that Thou art a teacher come from God. John, iii. 1, 2. 
 
 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom ; teaching 
 and admonishing one another. Colossians, iii. 16. 
 
 THE azure vault, the crystal circles bright, 
 The gleaming, fiery torches powdered there, 
 The changing round, the shining, beamy light, 
 The sad and bearded fires, the monsters fair, 
 And prodigies appearing in the air ; 
 The rending thunders, and the blust'ring winds, 
 The birds in hue, and shape, and nature rare ; 
 The pretty notes of winged musicians fine ; 
 Of earth the saucy flowers, the metalled mine, 
 The wholesome herbs, the healthful, pleasant trees, 
 The silver streams, the beasts of sundry kinds ; 
 The bounding waves and fishes of the seas : 
 All these for teaching man the Lord did frame, 
 To do His will whose glory shines in flame. 
 
 King James I, 
 
 If man sleeps on, untaught by what he sees, 
 Can he prove infidel to what he feels ? Young. 
 
 Father of light and life ! Thou good Supreme ! 
 
 O teach me what is good ! Teach me Thyself ! 
 
 Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, 
 
 From every low pursuit. Thornton. 
 
 Spirit of Light ! do Thou impart 
 
 Majestic truths, and teach my heart; 
 
 Teach me to know how weak I am, 
 
 How vain my powers, how poor my frame ; 
 
 Teach me celestial paths untrod, 
 
 The ways of glory and of God. Crabbe. 
 
 Lord, grant our hearts be so inclined, 
 
 Thy work to seek, Thy will to do ; 
 And while we teaoh the youthful mind, 
 
 Our own be taught Thy lessons too. 
 
 Miss London.
 
 588 TEACHING. 
 
 Chief of the household Gods 
 Which hallow Scotland's lowly Scottish homes ! 
 
 While looking at thy signs [comes 
 
 Which speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me 
 With sad yet solemn dreams my heart is stirred. 
 Like childhood when it hears the carol of a bird ! 
 
 The mountains old and hoar 
 The chainless winds the streams so pure and free 
 
 The God-enamelled flowers 
 The waving forest the eternal sea 
 The eagle floating o'er the mountain's brow 
 Are teachers all ; but oh ! they are not such as thou! 
 
 Robert Nicoll. 
 
 To conquer hate, 
 
 And in its place to cherish love unfeigned, 
 Forgiveness and forgetfulness of wrongs, 
 No precepts but the perfect law of Christ, 
 No teacher but the blessed Son of God, 
 Could e'er instruct mankind. C. P. Layard. 
 
 Here the lamented dead in dust shall lie, 
 
 Life's lingering languors o'er, its labours done ; 
 
 Where waving boughs, between the earth and sky, 
 Admit the farewell radiance of the sun. 
 
 And here the impressive stone, engraved with words 
 Which grief sententious gives to marble pale, 
 
 Shall teach the heart ; while waters, leaves, and birds 
 Make cheerful music in the passing gale. 
 
 Willis G. Clark. 
 
 Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers, 
 
 Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, 
 Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers, 
 From loneliest nook. 
 
 Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining, 
 
 Far from the voice of teachers and divines, 
 My soul would find in flowers of Thy ordaining, 
 Priests, sermons, shrines. 
 
 Horace Smith.
 
 TEARS. 589 
 
 TEAES. 
 
 MY tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually 
 say unto me, Where is thy God? Psalm xlii. 8. 
 
 The Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces. Isaiah, 
 xxv. 8. 
 
 They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall 
 the snn light on them, nor any heat. 
 
 For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, 
 and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters : and God shall 
 wipe away all tears from their eyes. Revelation, vii. 16, 17. 
 
 NOT when the earth revives with genial heat, 
 To fresh and blooming flowers, the bee applies 
 With such delight, and bears on loaded thighs 
 
 The fragrant treasure to her loaded seat ; 
 
 Not young and timorous hind with course so fleet, 
 Escaped to trackless forest from the cries 
 Of fell pursuit, now unsuspected flies, 
 
 Panting to reach the cooling waters sweet, 
 
 As I in those hot tears exult, which shower 
 From my relenting eyes, when up to God, 
 With love or kindling zeal my heart ascends. 
 "How great," in transport thus my soul I pour, 
 "Must be their glory in the blest abode, 
 
 Whose joy the pleasure of my grief transcends!" 
 
 from the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma. 
 
 No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear ; 
 From every face He wipes off every tear. Pope. 
 
 To hurry at thy mandate, matchless King ! 
 
 The orbs of night have cars of sapphire dyes ; 
 To reach Thee th' eagle hath at least his wing, 
 
 And nought have we except our sighs ! 
 May thy saints' voice ascend and calm thy wrath, 
 
 Terrestrial incense is the just man's prayer ; 
 But pass we sinners, nought the sinner hath, 
 
 Unto thy shrine, but tears to bear. Lamartine. 
 
 Raise it to Heaven when thine eye fills with tears, 
 For only in a watery sky appears 
 The bow of light ; and from th' invisible skies 
 Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes. 
 
 Frances Ann Kemble.
 
 690 TEARS. 
 
 Thou hast wept mournfully, O, human love ! 
 E'en on this greensward ; night hath heard thy cry, 
 Heart-stricken one ! thy precious dust above, 
 Night, and the hills, which sent forth no reply 
 
 Unto thine agony ! 
 
 But he who wept like thee, thy Lord, thy guide, 
 Christ, hath arisen, O love ! thy tears shall all be dried. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not 
 More grief than ye can weep for. That is well 
 That is light grieving ! lighter none befel, 
 Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. 
 Tears I what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot, 
 The mother singing : at her marriage bell 
 The bride weeps : and before the oracle 
 Of high-faned hills, the poet hath forgot 
 That moisture on his cheeks. Commend the grace, 
 Mourners who weep ! Albeit, as some have done, 
 Ye grope, fear-blinded, in a desert place, 
 And touch but tombs, look up ! Those tears will run, 
 Soon, in long rivers, down the lifted face, 
 And leave the vision clear, for stars and sun. 
 
 Miss Barrett. 
 O, turn, and be thou turned ! The selfish tear, 
 
 In bitter thoughts of low-born care begun, 
 Let it flow on, but flow refined and clear, 
 
 The turbid waters brightening as they run. 
 Let it flow on, till all thine earthly heart 
 In penitential drops have ebbed away ; 
 Then fearless, turn where Heaven hath set thy part, 
 
 Nor shudder at the eye that saw thee stray. 
 O, lost and found ! All gentle souls below 
 
 Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove 
 Such joy o'er thee as raptured seraphs know, 
 Who learn their lesson at the Throne of Love. 
 
 Keble. 
 What sadder scene can angels view 
 
 Than self-deceiving tears, 
 Poured idly over some dark page 
 Of earlier life, though pride or rage 
 A record of to-day engage, 
 A woe for future years ? Keble.
 
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 For Spring, and flowers of Spring, 
 Blossoms and what they bring, 
 
 Be our thanks given ; 
 Thanks for the maiden's bloom, 
 For the sad prison's gloom ; 
 And for the sadder tomb, 
 
 E'en as for heaven ! 
 
 Great God thy will be done, 
 When the soul's rivers run 
 
 Down the worn cheeks, 
 Done when the righteous bleed, 
 When the wrong' d vainly plead, 
 Done in the mended deed, 
 
 When the heart breaks. 
 
 Lo ! how the dutiful 
 Snows clothe in beautiful 
 
 Life, the dead earth ! 
 Lo ! how the clouds distil 
 Riches o'er vale and hill, 
 While the storm's evil will 
 
 Dies in its birth ! 
 
 Bless'd is the unpeopled down, 
 Bless'd is the crowded town, 
 
 Where the tir'd groan : 
 Pain but appears to be ; 
 What are man's fears to Thee, 
 God ! if all tears shall be 
 
 Gems on Thy throne. 
 
 E. Elliot. 
 And tears once filled His eye 
 
 Beside a mortal's grave, 
 Who left His throne on high 
 The lost to seek and save. 
 And fresh, from age to age, 
 
 Their memory shall be kept, 
 While man shall bless the page 
 Which tells that Jesus wept ! 
 
 Bernard Barton. 
 
 Alas ! who hath not tears on earth, 
 Perchance though often wept unseen ? 
 
 On every soil they have their birth, 
 
 In hearts where blithest smiles have been.
 
 592 TEARS. 
 
 Tears are the blessings of the heart, 
 When nature oft would fain rebel. 
 
 Yet bends beneath the rending dart, 
 And tears her deepest anguish tell. 
 
 Tears are the heir-loom of our race, 
 
 From sire to son profusely given ; 
 Bright dew-drops on the mourner's face, 
 
 Bright only in the light of Heaven . 
 
 In that pure light the mother sees 
 
 Through her fast tears the cloud grow bright ; 
 Hope gilded with sweet promises, 
 
 Smiling upon the brow of night. 
 
 Faith draws the distant vision nigh, 
 
 Where basks her child in thornless bowers ; 
 
 While cherub hands suppress each sigh, 
 And wreath her heart with fadeless flowers. 
 
 In that bright world no tears are seen, 
 For God hath wiped all tears away ; 
 
 Earth's last deep groan of anguish keen 
 Ne'er mingles with Redemption's lay. 
 
 Washed in the Saviour's cleansing blood, 
 The white-robed saints in glory stand, 
 
 Hailing Earth's lingerers o'er the flood 
 To the full bliss of Canaan's land. 
 
 Oh, blest re-union ! No more tears 
 Shall dim the sun-blaze of the soul, 
 
 But smiles shall be the chroniclers 
 Of joys that own not death's control. 
 
 W. J. Brock. 
 
 The sage's and the poet's theme, 
 
 In every clime, in every age ; 
 Thou charm'st in Fancy's idle dream, 
 
 In Reason's philosophic page. 
 
 That very law which moulds a tear, 
 And bids it trickle from its source ; 
 
 That law preserves the earth a sphere, 
 And guides the planets in their course. 
 
 Rogers.
 
 TEMPERANCE. 593 
 
 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 EVEHY man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. 
 Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown, but we an incorruptible. 
 I. Corinthians, ix. 23. 
 
 IF all the world 
 
 Should, in a pet of Temperance, feed on pulse, 
 Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, 
 Th' All-Giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd, 
 Not half His riches known, and yet despis'd ; 
 And we should serve Him as a grudging master, 
 And a penurious niggard of His wealth. Milton. 
 
 Nature, good cateress, 
 Means her provision only to the good, 
 That live according to her sober laws, 
 And holy dictates of spare Temperance. Milton. 
 
 Rarely shall that path be trod, 
 Which without horror leads to death's abode. 
 Some few, by temperance taught, approaching slow, 
 To distant fate by easy journeys go ; 
 Gently they lay them down, as evening sheep 
 On their own woolly fleeces softly sleep. Dry den. 
 
 Grateful and salutary spring the plants 
 
 Which crown our numerous gardens, and 
 
 Invite to health and temperance, in the simple meal 
 
 Unpoisoned with rich sauces, to provoke 
 
 Th' unwilling appetite to gluttony. 
 
 For this the bulbous esculents their roots 
 
 With sweetness fill ; for this with cooling juice 
 
 The green herb spreads its leaves ; and opening buds, 
 
 And flowers, and seeds, with various flavours. 
 
 Dodsley. 
 
 He who can guard 'gainst the low baits of sense, 
 Will find Temptation's arrows hurtless strike 
 Against the brazen shield of Temperance. 
 For 't is the inferior appetites enthral 
 The man, and quench the immortal light within him ; 
 The senses take the soul an easy prey, 
 And sink the imprison'd spirit into brute. 
 
 H. More. 
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 594 TEMPLE. 
 
 TEMPLE. 
 
 THE Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven. 
 Psalm xi. 4. 
 
 One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that 
 I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to 
 behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire in His temple. Psalm 
 xxvii. 4. 
 
 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from 
 God out of heaven. 
 
 And I saw no temple therein ; for the Lord God Almighty and the 
 Lamb are the temple of it. Kevelation, xxi. 2, 22. 
 
 RISE, crowned with, light, imperial Salem, rise ! 
 
 Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes ! 
 
 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; 
 
 See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, 
 
 In crowding ranks, on every side arise, 
 
 Discarding life, impatient for the skies ! 
 
 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, 
 
 Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend. Pope. 
 
 'T was thee 
 
 The almighty chose among the sons of men, 
 To dedicate a temple to His name, 
 Where He whose awful presence fills the vast 
 Immensity of space, who makes the clouds 
 His chariot, rides sublime the whirlwind's wing, 
 And guides the raging storm, would deign to dwell, 
 And make His presence known. The exalted task 
 Thy wisdom worthily performed. William Hodson. 
 
 The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned 
 
 To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, 
 
 And spread the root above them, ere he framed 
 
 The lofty vault, to gather and roll back 
 
 The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, 
 
 Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, 
 
 And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks 
 
 And supplication. W. C. Bryant. 
 
 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, 
 
 The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, 
 
 Whom kings adored in songs sublime, 
 
 And prophets praised with glowing tongue.
 
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 Not now, on Zion's height alone, 
 
 The favoured worshipper may dwell, 
 Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son 
 
 Sat, weary, by the Patriarch's well. 
 
 From every place below the skies, 
 
 The grateful song, the fervent prayer 
 
 The incense of the heart may rise 
 To heaven, and find acceptance there. 
 
 In this Thy house, whose doors we now 
 
 For social worship first unfold, 
 To Thee the suppliant throng shall bow, 
 
 While circling years on years are roll'd. 
 
 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, 
 
 And strength and beauty, bend the knee, 
 
 And childhood lisp, with reverend air, 
 Its praises and its prayers to Thee. 
 
 O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 
 
 The lyre of prophet bards was strung, 
 
 To Thee, at last, in every clime, 
 
 Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 
 
 Pierpont. 
 
 And now the assembled Hosts advance, and glow 
 Into a hymn as they ascend the hill, 
 In numbers without number, singing so. 
 "Glad was I when they said to me, we will 
 Go up into the Temple of the Lord ; 
 Lo, we shall dwell in Salem." 
 
 Thus, until 
 
 They reached the sacred gates, did they record 
 Their raptures in no mortal verse ; their strain 
 Of higher mood they raised and bolder word. 
 
 J. A. Her and. 
 
 In a temple fair to see, 
 
 Gracious Lord, we worship Thee : 
 
 Meet it is that we should come 
 
 Duly to the hallowed dome ; 
 
 Kneel, and pray, our sins confessing, 
 
 Asking hoping for Thy blessing. JEgone.
 
 596 TEMPTATION. 
 
 TEMPTATION. 
 
 THKN was Jesus led up of the spirit into the wilderness to be 
 tempted of the devil. Matthew, iv. 1. 
 
 Lead us not into temptation. Matthew, vi. 13. 
 
 Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation. Matthew, xxri. 
 41. 
 
 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man : 
 but Q-od is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that 
 ye are able ; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, 
 that ye may be able to bear it. I. Corinthians, x. 13. 
 
 NOT tliou mistrust, but tender love enjoins, 
 
 That I should mind thee oft, and mind thou me 
 
 Firm we subsist yet possibly to swerve, 
 
 Since reason not impossibly may meet 
 
 Some specious object by the foe suborned, 
 
 And fall into deception unaware, 
 
 Not keeping strictest watch as she was warned. 
 
 Seek not temptation then ; which to avoid 
 
 Were better! * * * trial will come unsought. 
 
 Wouldst thou approve thy constancy, approve 
 
 First thy obedience : th' other who can know, 
 
 Not seeing thee attempted, who attest P 
 
 But if thou think, trial unsought may find 
 
 Us both securer that thus warned thou seem'st, 
 
 Go, for thy stay not free absents thee more, 
 
 Go, in thy native innocence, rely 
 
 On what tliou hast of virtue, summon all, 
 
 For God towards thee hath done his part ; do thine. 
 
 Milton, 
 
 When gath'ring clouds around I view, 
 And days are dark, and friends are few, 
 On Him I lean, who not in vain, 
 Experienced every human pain ; 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
 
 From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
 
 To flee the good I would pursue, 
 
 Or do the sin I would not do, 
 
 Still He, who felt temptation's power 
 
 Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. Grant.
 
 TEMPTATION. 597 
 
 And now came on temptation's demon hour 
 To crush the Saviour ! By the Holy Ghost 
 Constrained, within a desert's trackless wild 
 Alone He wandered, unperceived by eyes 
 Of mortal ; there to fathom time and truth, 
 Redemption and the vast designs of Love. 
 
 ****** 
 Thus forty days of dire temptation leagued 
 Their might hell-born, with hunger, thirst, and pain. 
 Meanwhile, in thankless calm the world reposed, 
 Life went her rounds, and busy hearts maintain'd 
 Their wonted purpose : still uprose the parent orb, 
 And all the dewy ravishment of flowers 
 Enkindled ; day and ocean mingled smiles, 
 And then, meek night with starr'd enchantment rose, 
 While moonlight wander'd o'er the palmy hills 
 Of green-hair'd Palestine : and thus unmark'd 
 By aught portentous, save demonian wiles, 
 His fasting period in the desert gloom 
 Messiah braved. Robert Montgomery. 
 
 The Tempter to my soul hath said, 
 
 "There is no help in God for thee :" 
 Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head, 
 
 My glory, shield, and solace be. 
 Thus to the Lord I made my cry ; 
 He heard me from his holy hill ; 
 At his command the waves roll'd by ; 
 He beckon'd and the winds were still. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 O trembling, learn 
 
 That Peter, too, was chosen by his Lord, 
 Admonished, and forewarned, and resolute, 
 And sworn to persevere in righteousness ; 
 Yet in the hour of trial, Peter fell. 
 Into temptation lead us not, O God ! 
 But with Thy hand deliver us from ill ! 
 
 Cockbum. 
 
 He who sends temptation, giveth 
 Strength to meet and overcome the foe, 
 If but to Him we pray, 
 And in Him put our trust. Egone.
 
 598 THANKFULNESS. 
 
 THANKFULNESS. 
 
 O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever. Psalm xxx. 
 12. 
 
 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with 
 praise : be thankful unto him, and bless his name. Psalm c. 4. 
 
 In every thing give thanks; for this is the will of Q-od in Christ 
 Jesus concerning you. I. Thessalonians, v. 18. 
 
 A THANKFUL heart hath earned me favour twice, 
 
 But he that is ungrateful wants no vice. Quarles. 
 
 God is much displeased 
 
 That you take with unthankfulness His doing ; 
 In common, worldly things, 't is called ungrateful, 
 With dull unwillingness to repay a debt 
 Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent ; 
 Much more to be thus opposite with Heaven, 
 For it requires the debt it lent you. Shakspere. 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I 'm lost 
 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 Unnumber'd blessings on my head 
 
 Thy tender care bestow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 
 From whom those blessings flow'd. 
 
 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a grateful heart, 
 
 To taste those gifts with joy. 
 
 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodness I 11 pursue ; 
 And, after death, in distant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. Addison. 
 
 Break forth into thanksgiving, 
 
 Ye banded instruments of wind and chords ! 
 
 Unite, to praise the Ever-living, 
 
 Your inarticulate notes with the voice of words,
 
 THANKFULNESS. 599 
 
 Nor hushed be service from the lowing mead, 
 
 Nor mute the forest hum of noon : 
 
 Thou too be heard lone eagle ! freed 
 
 From snowy peak and cloud, attune 
 
 Thy hungry barkings to the hymn 
 
 Of joy, that from her utmost walls 
 
 The six days work, by flaming Seraphim 
 
 Transmits to Heaven ! as deep to deep 
 
 Shouting through one valley rolls ; 
 
 All worlds, all nature, mood and measure keep 
 
 For praise and ceaseless gratulation poured 
 
 Into the ear of God their Lord. Wordsworth. 
 
 Is there any smile of prophecy upon the world's wide 
 
 face? 
 Among the striving millions there, say who shall win 
 
 the race ? 
 'Mid fallen towers, and falling thrones, and glories 
 
 that decay, 
 Will any kingdom rise to shine in everlasting day ? 
 
 One spirit powers His riches o'er all the earth abroad, 
 And all these changing pictures shew the glory of 
 
 our God. 
 But, would you know the meaning and the virtue of 
 
 the whole, 
 Descend to yonder vale, where dwells one happy 
 
 human soul. 
 
 There sitting in the sunshine, the grey-haired labourer 
 
 see, 
 He smiles upon his grandson there, who plays besides 
 
 the tree ; 
 Where, when a child, he played himself, and soon 
 
 its bough shall wave, 
 When he rests from all his labours, above his quiet 
 
 grave ! 
 
 Oh yes ; there is a meaning and a rest for every 
 
 heart, 
 
 Not in gazing on the whole, but in doing well a part ; 
 Where rests in peace and thankfulness, one reasonable 
 
 soul, 
 There centres all the happiness, the wisdom of the 
 
 whole! J. Gostick.
 
 600 THOUGHT. 
 
 THOUGHT. 
 
 LORD, how great are thy works? and thy thought* aiv very deep. 
 Pgalm xcii. 5. 
 
 1 hate vain thoughts; but thy law do I love. Psalm cxix. 113. 
 The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord. 
 
 Proverbs, xv. 26. 
 
 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature. 
 Matthew, vi. 27. 
 
 MY words fly up, my thoughts remain below ; 
 Words without thoughts never to Heaven go. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 Rise, O my soul, with thy desires to Leaven, 
 
 And with divinest contemplation use 
 Thy time, where time's eternity is given, 
 
 And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse ; 
 But sown in darkness let them lie ; 
 So live the better, let the worst thoughts die ! 
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh. 
 Think that is just ; 't is not enough to do, 
 Unless thy very thoughts are upright too. 
 
 Thomas Randolph. 
 His pure thoughts were borne 
 Like fumes of sacred incense o'er the clouds, 
 And wafted thence on angels' wings, through ways 
 Of light to the bright Source of all. Congreve. 
 
 Companion none is like 
 
 Unto the mind alone, 
 For many have been harmed by speech, 
 
 Through thinking, few, or none. 
 Fear oftentimes restraiueth words, 
 
 But makes not thoughts to cease ; 
 And he speaks best, that hath the skill 
 
 When for to hold his peace. 
 Our wealth leaves us at death, 
 
 Our kinsmen at the grave, 
 But virtues of the mind unto 
 
 The heavens with us we have ; 
 Wherefore, for virtue's sake, 
 
 I can be well content, 
 The sweetest time of all my life 
 
 To deem in thinking spent. Lord Vaux.
 
 THOUGHT. 601 
 
 Thoughts uncontrolled and unimpressed, the births 
 
 Of pure election, arbitrary range, 
 
 Not to the limits of one world confined. Young. 
 
 O ye, whose hours in jocund train advance, 
 
 Whose spirits to the song of gladness dance, 
 
 Who flowery fields in endless view survey, 
 
 Glittering in beams of visionary day ; 
 
 O yet while Fate delays th' impending blow, 
 
 Be roused to thought, anticipate the woe ; 
 
 Lest, like the lightning's glance, the sudden ill 
 
 Flash to confound, and penetrate to kill. Seattle. 
 
 O reader, had you in your mind, 
 
 Such stores as silent thought can bring, 
 
 O gentle reader, you would find 
 
 A tale in everything. Wordsworth. 
 
 Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, 
 
 Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. 
 
 Awake but one, and lo ! what myriads rise ! 
 
 Each stamps its image as the other flies ! 
 
 Each, as the various avenues of sense, 
 
 Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, 
 
 Frightens or fades ; yet all, with magic art, 
 
 Control the latent fibres of the heart. Rogers. 
 
 God is great and right ! 
 
 He crowned man's brow with radiant orbs of light 
 Light which inspires all abstracts, and prints 
 On each twin lens all images and tints. 
 To contract, brings the world beyond our span, 
 And makes the farthest star converse with man; 
 To read His works, God thus illumed the head, 
 But made man's breast no window to be read. 
 Glory to God; though given to King and Pope, 
 To seal our eyes, our bosoms none can ope ; 
 There still shall freedom one asylum find : 
 Go to, make creeds and laws to scourge mankind ; 
 Enthral them, hand and foot, and sight and speech, 
 Thought only, thought is barred beyond your reach ;
 
 602 THOUGHT. 
 
 What racks can bind ? or what research unveil 
 The soul, with flesh encompassed as a mail 
 Of proof, impervious, save to God alone, 
 Defies her labours, and resumes her own. 
 Whether she break communion with the tongue 
 And bid it mock you with the lie you wrung, 
 Or scorning such degenerate use of breath, 
 Escape with truth, and leave you dust and death. 
 
 Nicholas Thorning Moile. 
 
 Think'st thou to be concealed, thou little thought, 
 
 That in the curtained chamber of the soul 
 Dost wrap thyself so close, and dream to do 
 
 A secret work ? Look to the hues that roll 
 O'er the changed brow the moving lips behold 
 
 Linking thee unto speech the feet that run 
 Upon thy errands, and the deeds that stamp 
 
 Thy lineage plain before the noon-day sun ; 
 Look to the pen that writes thy history down 
 
 In those tremendous books that ne'er unclose 
 Until the day of doom, and blush to see 
 
 How vain thy trust in darkness to repose, 
 Where all things tend to judgment. So beware, 
 O, erring human heart ! what thought thou lodgest 
 
 there. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Methought I heard a reverend old man speak; 
 
 Grey were his locks, his eyes were calmly bright, 
 The rosiness of youth was on his cheek, 
 
 And, as he spoke, a heaven of truth and light 
 
 Open'd itself upon my inner sight ; 
 While, banish'd by his accents soft and meek, 
 
 Dissolve itself in holy harmony. 
 Then to the old man, doubtfully, I said, 
 "Yet in the world these evils are not dead !" 
 But, confidently, thus he gave reply 
 "As in my thoughts, so in the world they lie."- 
 And with these words he rais'd his drooping head. 
 
 J. Gostick. 
 
 Free from guile, and free from sin, 
 
 May the thoughts my breast within, 
 
 Gracious God, Thy favour win ! Egone. 

 
 TIDINGS. 603 
 
 TIDINGS. 
 
 BLESSED is the man that feareth the Lord. 
 
 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting 
 in the Lord. Psalm cxii. 1, 7. 
 
 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, 
 keeping watch over their flock by night. 
 
 And the angel said unto them, Fear not : for behold I bring you 
 good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Luke, ii. 8, 10. 
 
 THE tidings which that infant brings, 
 
 Are not for conquerors, or for kings : 
 
 Not for the sceptre or the brand, 
 
 For crowned head, or red right hand. 
 
 But to the contrite and the meek, 
 
 The sinful, sorrowful, and weak : 
 
 Or those who, with a hope sublime, 
 
 Are waiting for the Lord's good time. 
 
 Only for those the angels sing, 
 
 "All glory to our new-born King, 
 
 And peace and good-will unto men, 
 
 Hosanna to our God ! Amen ! " Miss London. 
 
 Sent from the ark, the dove, with timid flight, 
 
 Strove through the storms, yet found not where to light ; 
 
 Pursued by winds o'er restless ocean's roar, 
 
 Back to the flood-tossed crew no leaf she bore : 
 
 So through the past man's tempest-driven mind, 
 
 Sent fancy forth some resting-place to find ; 
 
 O'er bush, tree, hill, she winged her trackless way, 
 
 Nor foothold found her weary flight to stay ; 
 
 Back o'er the sea on terror-haunted air, 
 
 She flew, to tell the tidings of despair ; 
 
 Again she flies for fairer forms to seek, 
 
 And lo ! the olive borne upon her beak ! 
 
 Hear her glad news, she rested on the tomb, 
 
 Saw the dawn break, and flit the ancient gloom ! 
 
 Through night she swept, and heard |he gentle fall 
 
 Of angel footsteps in its silent hall ; 
 
 Upborne from earth, in strong and joyous flight, 
 
 Fearless she sought the empyrean height, 
 
 Gazed on the source whence pours the living ray, 
 
 On earth's tune-shadows, God's eternal day. 
 
 John Brooks Fellon.
 
 604 TIME. 
 
 TIME. 
 
 O LORD, Thou art my God : my times are in Thy hand. Psalm 
 xxxi. 14, 15. 
 
 It is time to seek the Lord. Hosea, x. 12. 
 
 It shall come to pass that at evening time it shall be light. Zechariah 
 xiv. 7. 
 
 But this I say, brethren, the time is short. I. Corinthians, vii. 29 . 
 
 Behold, now is the accepted time : behold, now is the day of salva- 
 tion. II. Corinthians, vi. 2. 
 
 And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth, 
 lifted up his hand to heaven, 
 
 And sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, that there should 
 be time no longer. Bevelation, x. 5, 6. 
 
 LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, 
 
 So do our minutes hasten to their end ; 
 Each changing place with that which goes before, 
 
 In sequent toil all forwards do contend. 
 Nativity once in the main of light, 
 
 Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, 
 Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, 
 
 And time that gave, doth now his gift confound. 
 Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, 
 
 And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; 
 Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, 
 
 And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 Misshapen time, copesmate of ugly night ; 
 Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care ; 
 
 Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, 
 
 Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare : 
 Thou nursest all, and murderest all that are. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 Time's glory is to calm contending kings, 
 To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light ; 
 
 To stamp the seal of time on aged things, 
 To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, 
 To wrong the wronger, till he render right. 
 
 Shakspere.
 
 TIME. 605 
 
 Time is so swift that none can match his course, 
 Time is so strong that none can match his force : 
 Like to a thiefe Time stealingly doth haste ; 
 No man can call Time backe when Time is past. 
 ****** 
 Time is as swift as thought the swift'st-wing'd swallow 
 Cannot endure the flight of Time to follow : 
 Time is of the Ubiquitaries' race, 
 Time 's here, Time 's there, Time is in every place ; 
 Time is divided in a three-fold sum, 
 Time past, Time present, and the Time to come. 
 A present Time I presently in treat, 
 For therein lies the sum of my conceit, 
 For Time (once past) can never be recall'd, 
 And therefore Time is figured to be bald. 
 
 Peter Small. 
 Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, 
 
 Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, 
 Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace, 
 
 And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, 
 Which is no more than what is false and vain, 
 And merely mortal dross ; 
 So little is our loss, 
 So little is our gain. 
 
 For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd, 
 And last of all thy greedy self consum'd, 
 Then long eternity shall greet our bliss 
 With an individual kiss ; 
 And joy shall overtake us as a flood, 
 And perfectly divine, 
 
 With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine, 
 About the supreme throne 
 Of Him, to whose happy-making sight alone, 
 When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb, 
 
 Then all this earthly grossness quit, 
 
 Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit 
 Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O 
 Time ! Milton. 
 
 Throw years away ! 
 
 Throw empires, and be blameless. Moments seize 
 Heavens on their wing : a moment we may wish. 
 When worlds want wealth to buy. Young.
 
 606 TIME. 
 
 O Time ! than gold more sacred ; more a load 
 Than lead to fools, and fools reputed wise. 
 What moment granted man without account P 
 What years are squandered, wisdom's debt unpaid ! 
 Our wealth in days all due to that discharge. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Time as he passes us, has a dove's wing, 
 Unroil'd and swift, and of a silken sound ; 
 But the World's Time, is Time in masquerade ! 
 Theirs, should I paint him, has his pinions fledged, 
 With motley plumes ; and where the peacock shews 
 His azure eyes, is tinctured black and red 
 With spots quadrangular of diamond form, 
 Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, 
 And spades, the emblems of untimely graves. 
 
 Cowper. 
 "Why sits thou by that ruin'd hall, 
 
 Thou aged carle so stern and grey ? 
 Dost thou its former pride recall, 
 
 Or ponder how it pass'd away P" 
 
 "Know'st thou not me ?" the deep voice cried, 
 
 "So long enjoyed, so oft misused 
 Alternate, in thy fickle pride, 
 
 Desired, neglected, and accused P 
 
 Before my breath, like smoking flax, 
 
 Man and his marvels pass away, 
 And changing empires wane and wax, 
 
 Are founded, flourish, and decay. 
 
 Redeem mine hours the space is brief 
 While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, 
 
 And measureless thy joy or grief, 
 
 When time and thou shalt part for ever !" 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 Time speeds away away away : 
 Another hour another day 
 Another month another year 
 Drop from us like the leaflet sear; 
 Drop like the life-blood from our hearts ; 
 The rose-bloom from the cheek departs, 
 The tresses from the temples fall, 
 The eye grows dim and strange to all.
 
 TIME. 607 
 
 Time speeds away away away, 
 
 Like torrent in a stormy day ; 
 
 He undermines the stately tower, 
 
 Uproots the tree, and snaps the flower ; 
 
 And sweeps from our distracted breast 
 
 The friends that loved the friends that blest ; 
 
 And leaves us weeping on the shore, 
 
 To which they can return no more. 
 
 Time speeds away away away : 
 
 No eagle through the skies of day, 
 
 No wind along the hills can flee 
 
 So swiftly or so smooth as he. 
 
 Like fiery steed from stage to stage, 
 
 He bears us on from youth to age ; 
 
 Then plunges in the fearful sea 
 
 Of fathomless eternity. Knox. 
 
 Time, as he courses onwards, still unrolls 
 
 The volume of concealment. In the future, 
 
 As in the optician's glassy cylinder, 
 
 The undistinguishable blots and colours 
 
 Of the dim past collect and shape themselves, 
 
 Upstarting in their own completed image 
 
 To scare, or to reward. Coleridge. 
 
 And who is he, the vast, the awful form, 
 Girt with the whirlwind, sandalled with the storm ? 
 A western cloud around his limbs is spread, 
 His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head, 
 To highest Heaven he lifts his kingly hand, 
 And treads at once the ocean and the land ; 
 And hark ! His voice amid the thunder's roar, 
 His dreadful voice that time shall be no more ! 
 
 Bishop Heber. 
 
 I ask'd an aged man, a man of cares, 
 Wrinkled, and curved, and white with hoary hairs ; 
 " Time is the warp of life," he said, "Oh, tell 
 The young, the fair, the gay, to weave it well!" 
 I ask'd the ancient, venerable dead, 
 Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled ; 
 From the cold grave a hollow murmur flow'd, 
 " Time sow'd the seed we reap in this abode !"
 
 608 TIME. 
 
 I ask'd a dying sinner, ere the tide 
 
 Of life had left his veins. " Time !" he replied ; 
 
 "I 've lost it! ah, the treasure !" and he died. 
 
 I ask'd the golden sun and silver spheres, 
 
 Those bright chronometers of days and years ; 
 
 They answered, " Time is but a meteor glare," 
 
 And bade us for Eternity prepare. 
 
 I ask'd the Seasons, in their annual round, 
 
 Which beautify or desolate the ground ; 
 
 And they replied, (no oracle more wise,) 
 
 "'Tis folly's blank, and wisdom's highest prize!" 
 
 I ask'd a spirit lost, but oh, the shriek 
 
 That pierc'd my soul ! I shudder while I speak ! 
 
 It cried, "a particle ! a speck ! a mite 
 
 Of endless years, duration infinite !" 
 
 Of things inanimate, my dial I 
 
 Consulted, and it made me this reply 
 
 " Time is the season fair of living well, 
 
 The path of glory, or the path of hell !" 
 
 I aak'd my Bible, and methinks it said, 
 
 " Time is the present hour, the past is fled ; 
 
 Live ! live to-day ! to-morrow never yet 
 
 On any living being rose or set !" 
 
 I ask'd old Father Time himself at last ; 
 
 But in a moment he flew swiftly past : 
 
 His chariot was a cloud, the viewless wind 
 
 His noiseless steeds, which left no trace behind. 
 
 I ask'd a mighty angel, who shall stand 
 
 One foot on sea, and one on solid land : 
 
 "By Heaven," he cried, "I swear the mystery's o'er; 
 
 Time was," he cried, "but Time shall be no more !" 
 
 Joshua Marsden. 
 
 O Time ! the fatal wreck of mortal things, 
 
 That draws oblivion's curtains over kings. 
 
 Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, 
 
 Their names without a record, are forgot, 
 
 Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid i' the dust, 
 
 Nor wit, nor gold, nor buildings, 'scape Time's rust ; 
 
 But he whose name is 'graved in the white stone, 
 
 Shall last and shine when all of these are gone. 
 
 Mrs. Anne Bradsfreet.
 
 TIME. 609 
 
 Be silent and still, for liis end draweth near, 
 
 And watch with a quivering breath ; 
 No mortal eye beheld his birth, 
 
 But all shall behold his death, 
 For the nations from every land and clime 
 Shall gather to gaze on the close of Time. 
 
 The Moon shall look down with a tearful eye, 
 
 And the Sun shall withhold his fire, 
 And the hoary Earth, all parched and dry, 
 
 Shall flame for his funeral pyre, 
 When the Angel, that standeth on earth and shore, 
 Proclaimeth that "Time shall be no more!" 
 
 Edward Pollok. 
 
 O, God of times, and yet, in time a man ! 
 Before all times thy time of being was ; 
 
 And yet in time thy human birth began, 
 
 Lest we should fade, untimely, like the grass, 
 Thou that hast said thy word should never pass, 
 
 And thou that dost all times begin and end, 
 
 Vouchsafe thy comfort to my sad soul send. 
 
 G. Ellis. 
 
 A moment is a mighty thing, 
 Beyond the soul's imagining, 
 For in it, though we trace it not, 
 How much there crowds of varied lot ! 
 How much of life, life cannot see, 
 Darts onward to eternity ! 
 While vacant hours of beauty roll 
 Their magic o'er some yielded soul, 
 Ah ! little do the happy guess 
 The sum of human wretchedness ; 
 Or dream, amid the soft farewell 
 
 That time of them is taking, 
 How frequent mourns the funeral knell, 
 
 What noble heart is breaking, 
 While myriads to their tombs descend 
 Without a mourner, creed, or friend ! 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 * 2 B
 
 610 TO-DAY. 
 
 TO-DAY TO-MORROW. 
 
 BOAST not thyself of to-morrotr, for thou knowest not what a day 
 may bring forth. Proverbs, xxvii. 1. 
 
 Ye know not what shall be on the morrov. James, iv. 14. 
 
 TO-DAY is yesterday returned; returned 
 
 Full-powered to cancel, expiate, raise, adorn, 
 
 And reinstate us on the rock of peace. 
 
 Let it not share its predecessors' fate ; 
 
 Nor, like its elder sisters, die a fool. Young. 
 
 At thirty man suspects himself a fool, 
 
 Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; 
 
 At fifty chides his infamous delay, 
 
 Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve. 
 
 In all the magnanimity of thought 
 
 Resolves and re-resolves, then dies the same. 
 
 In human hearts what bolder thought can rise 
 
 Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn. 
 
 Where is to-morrow ? in another world. 
 
 And yet on this perhaps, this peradventure, 
 
 (Infamous for lies) as on a rock of adamant 
 
 We build our mountain hopes, spin our eternal schemes, 
 
 And big with life's futurities expire. Young. 
 
 To-morrow you will live, you always cry, 
 In what far country does this morrow lie, 
 That 't is so mighty long ere it arrive ? 
 Beyond the Indies does this morrow live ? 
 'T is so far fetch'd this morrow, that I fear 
 'T will be both very old and very dear. 
 To-morrow I will live, the fool does say ; 
 To-day itselfs too late, the wise lived yesterday. 
 
 Cowley. 
 To-morrow ! 
 
 That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy, 
 The coward and the fool, condemned to lose 
 An useless life in waiting for to-morrow, 
 Till interposing death destroys the prospect : 
 Strange ! that this general fraud, from day to day, 
 Should fill the world with wretches undetected. 
 
 Dr. Johnson.
 
 TO-DAY. 611 
 
 To-morrow then begins the task, you say : 
 Alas ! you'll act to-morrow as to-day : 
 What? is one day, (you cry,) too much to ask? 
 Trust me to-morroiv shall commence the task. 
 But think, ere yet to-morrow's dawn come on, 
 Our yesterday's to-morrow will be gone. 
 Thus, while the present from the future borrows, 
 To-morrows slowly creep upon to-morrows, 
 Till months and years behold the task undone, 
 Which, still beginning, never is begun. 
 Just as the hinder of two chariot wheels 
 Still presses closely on its fellow's heels ; 
 So flies to-morrow, while you fly so fast, 
 For ever following, and for ever last. 
 
 Howes, from Persius. 
 
 To-morrow, didst thou say ? 
 
 Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow. 
 
 Go to I will not hear of it -To-morrow ! 
 
 'T is a sharper, who stakes his penury 
 
 Against thy plenty who takes thy ready cash, 
 
 And pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and promises, 
 
 The currency of idiots injurious bankrupt, 
 
 That gulls the easy creditor ! To-morrow ! 
 
 It is a period nowhere to be found 
 
 In all the hoary registers of Time, 
 
 Unless perchance in the fool's calender. 
 
 Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society 
 
 With those who own it. No, my Horatio, 
 
 'Tis Fancy's child, and folly is its father; 
 
 Wrought of such stuff" as dreams are, and as baseless 
 
 As the fantastic visions of the evening. Cotton. 
 
 As Time glides on in silent flow, 
 
 To-day yields to to-morrow ; 
 To-morrow's expectations grow 
 
 To-day's own bliss or sorrow. 
 
 Still, as to-morrow's sun appears, 
 
 It shines upon to-day ; 
 So, realized, our hopes and fears 
 
 For ever melt away. Anon.
 
 612 TONGUE. 
 
 TONGUE. 
 
 THE tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright : but the mouth of 
 fools poureth out foolishness. 
 
 A wholesome tongue is a tree of life : but perverseness therein is a 
 breach in the spirit. Proverbs, xv. 2, 4. 
 
 The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, 
 how great a matter a little fire kindleth ! 
 
 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity : so is the tongue among 
 our members, that it deflleth the whole body, and setteth on fire the 
 course, of nature ; and it is set on fire of hell. 
 
 The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly 
 poison. 
 
 Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we 
 men, which are made after the similitude of God. 
 
 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethn n, 
 these things ought not so to be. James, iii. 5, 6, 8, 9, 10. 
 
 THE man 
 
 In whom this spirit entered, was undone. 
 His tongue was set on fire of hell, his heart 
 Was black as death, his legs were faint with haste 
 To propagate the lie his soul had framed. 
 
 Pollok. 
 
 Sacred interpreter of human thought, 
 How few respect, or use thee as they ought ! 
 But all shall give account of every wrong, 
 "Who dare dishonour or defile the tongue ; 
 Who prostitute it in the cause of vice, 
 Or sell their glory at the market price ! Cowper. 
 
 Nor did the pulpit's oratory fail 
 To achieve its higher triumph. Not unfelt 
 Were its admonishments, nor lightly heard 
 The awful truths, delivered thence by tongues 
 Endowed with various power to search the soul. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 From idle words that restless throng, 
 
 And haunt our hearts when we would pray, 
 From pride's false chime, and jarring wrong, 
 
 Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way : 
 For Thou hast sworn that every ear, 
 Willing, or loth, Thy trump shall hear, 
 And every tongue unchained be, 
 To own no hope, O God, but Thee. Keble.
 
 TREASUBE. 613 
 
 TREASURE. 
 
 TREASURES of -wickedness profit nothing : but righteousness deli- 
 vereth from death. Proverbs, x. 2. 
 
 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and 
 rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal : 
 
 But lay up for yourselves frmsurrx in heaven : 
 
 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew, 
 vi. 19, 20, 21. 
 
 HE is a path, if any be misled ; 
 
 He is a robe, if any naked be ; 
 
 If any chance to hunger, He is bread ; 
 
 If any be a bondman, He is free ; 
 
 If any be but weak, how strong is He ! 
 
 To dead men life He is, to sick men health; 
 To blind men sight, and to the needy, wealth 
 A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Not to understand a treasure's worth 
 
 Till time has stolen away the slighted good, 
 
 Is cause of half the poverty we feel, 
 
 And makes the world the wilderness it is. Cowper. 
 
 Engage this roving treacherous heart, 
 
 Great God! to choose the better part; 
 
 To scorn the trifles of a day, 
 
 For joys that none can take away. 
 
 Then let the wildest storms arise, 
 
 Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
 
 No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 
 
 But all my treasure with me bear. 
 
 If Thou, my Jesus, still art nigh, 
 
 Cheerful I live, and cheerful die; 
 
 Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
 
 To find ten thousand worlds in Thee. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 Think'st thou the man whose mansions hold 
 The worldling's pomp, and miser's gold, 
 
 Obtains a richer prize 
 Than he, who, in his cot at rest, 
 Finds heavenly peace a willing guest, 
 And bears the promise in his breast 
 
 Of treasure in the skies. Mrs. Sigourney.
 
 614 TEEA8UEE. 
 
 What are they ? gold and silver, 
 
 Or what such ore can buy ? 
 The price of silken luxury 
 
 Rich robes of Tyrian dye ? 
 Guests that come thronging in 
 
 With lordly pomp and state ? 
 Or thankless liveried serving men, 
 
 To stand about the gate ? 
 
 Or are they daintiest meats, 
 
 Sent up on silver fine ? 
 Or golden cups o'er brimm'd 
 
 With rich Falernian wine ? 
 Or parchments, setting forth 
 
 Broad lands our fathers held ? 
 Parks for our deer, ponds for our fish, 
 
 And woods that may be fell'd ? 
 
 Wo, no ! they are not these ! or else 
 
 God help the poor man's need ! 
 Then, sitting 'mid his little ones, 
 
 He would be poor indeed ! 
 They are not these our household wealth 
 
 Belongs not to degree : 
 It is the love within our souls 
 
 The children at our knee ! 
 
 Myheart o'erfloweth to mine eyes 
 
 When I see the poor man stand, 
 After his daily work is done, 
 
 With children by the hand : 
 And this he kisseth tenderly, 
 
 And that sweet names doth call ; 
 For I know he has no treasure 
 
 Like those dear children small ! 
 
 Oh, children young, I bless ye ! 
 
 Ye keep such love alive ! 
 And the home can ne'er be desolate 
 
 Where love has room to thrive ! 
 Oh, precious household treasures, 
 
 Life's sweetest, holiest claim 
 The Saviour bless'd ye while on earth 
 
 I bless ye in His name ! Mary Howitt.
 
 615 
 
 TREE. 
 
 THE trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon which 
 He hath planted. Psalm civ. 16. 
 
 And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore 
 every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down and 
 cast into the fire. Matthew, iii. 10. 
 
 Every good tree bringeth forth good fruit ; but a corrupt tree bring- 
 eth forth evil fruit. Matthew, xii. 17. 
 
 A TREE was first the instrument of strife, 
 
 When Eve to sin her soul did prostitute ; 
 A tree is now the instrument of life, 
 
 Though ill that trunk, and Christ's fair body suit ; 
 Ah, cursed tree ! and yet, oh, blessed fruit ! 
 That death to Him, this life to us doth give : 
 Strange is the cure when things past cure revive, 
 And the physician dies to make his patient live. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 Like crowded forest trees we stand, 
 
 And some are marked to fall : 
 The axe shall smite, at God's command, 
 And soon shall smite us all. 
 
 Green as the bay tree, ever green, 
 
 With its new foliage on, 
 The gay, the thoughtless have I seen ; 
 
 I passed, and they were gone. Cowper. 
 
 Of all the trees that in earth's vineyard grow, 
 
 And with their clusters tempted man to pull 
 
 And eat, one tree alone the true 
 
 Celestial manna bore, which filled the soul. 
 
 The tree of holiness, of heavenly seed, 
 
 A native of the skies, though stunted made, 
 
 And dwarfed by time's cold, damp, ungenial soil, 
 
 And chilling winds, yet yielding fruit so pure, 
 
 So nourishing and sweet, as on his way 
 
 Eefreshed the pilgrim ; and begot desire 
 
 Unquenchable, to climb the arduous path 
 
 To where her sister plants, in their own clime, 
 
 Around the fount and by the stream of life, 
 
 Blooming beneath the sun that never sets, 
 
 Bear fruit of perfect relish fully ripe. Pollok.
 
 616 TEEE. 
 
 God spake : the hills and plains put on 
 
 Their robe of freshest green ; 
 Dark forest in the valleys wave, 
 
 And budding trees are seen. 
 
 The word of His breath clothes the forest with leaves, 
 The high gift of beauty the spring-tide receives. 
 
 Kr urn m acker, 
 
 I heard the language of the trees, 
 
 In the noons of the early summer; 
 As the leaves were moved like rippliug seas 
 
 By the wind a constant comer. 
 It came and it went at its wanton will ; 
 
 And evermore loved to dally, 
 With branch and flower, from the cope of the hill 
 
 To the warm depths of the valley. 
 The sunlight glow'd ; the water flow'd ; 
 
 The birds their music chanted, 
 And the words of the trees on my senses fell 
 
 By a spirit of Beauty haunted : 
 Said each to each, in mystic speech : 
 
 "The skies our branches nourish ; 
 The world is good, the world is fair, 
 
 Let us enjoy and flourish !" 
 
 Again I heard the steadfast trees ; 
 
 The wintry winds were blowing ; 
 There seem'd a roar as of stormy seas, 
 
 And of ships to the depths down-going. 
 And ever a moan through the woods was blown, 
 
 As the branches snapp'd asunder, 
 And the long boughs swung like the frantic arms 
 
 Of a crowd in affright and wonder, 
 Heavily rattled the driving hail ; 
 
 And storm and flood combining, 
 Laid bare the roots of mighty oaks 
 
 Under the shingle twining. 
 Said tree to tree, "These tempests free 
 
 Our sap and strength shall nourish ; 
 ' Though the world be hard though the world be cold 
 
 We can endure and flourish." 
 
 Charles Mackay.
 
 TREMBLING. 617 
 
 TREMBLING. 
 
 SERVE the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Psalm ii. 11. 
 
 Fear ye not me ? saith the Lord : will ye not tremble at my presence ? 
 Jeremiah, v. 22. 
 
 ETERNAL Lord of light and life ; the soul 
 
 Of nature and the Deity of all, 
 Whose spirit bending o'er the wondrous whole, 
 
 Suffers unwill'd, no flower or bird to fall : 
 Can the proud eye look upwards to yon dome, 
 
 Or view the rich array spread forth below, 
 And not feel pledges of a dearer home, 
 
 That make the bosom leap, the spirit glow, 
 And stretch its hopes far into eternity, 
 Till, like the Patriarch's dove, it rests, great Lord on 
 Thee. 
 
 On Thee, its ark of perfect holiness, 
 
 With tokens of its everlasting peace, 
 And certainty of fadeless joy to bless 
 
 It in a higher state when time shall cease, 
 The stars shall burn ; those living orbs were fed 
 
 With pure effulgence from Thy vital ray, 
 To light us deep into Thy essence, shed 
 
 Abroad through earth and air by night and day : 
 Fill'd with that glory would my spirit soar, 
 And, although trembling, yet exultingly, adore. 
 
 W. Martin. 
 
 Ye trembling souls dismiss your fears, 
 
 Be mercy all your theme ; 
 Mercy, which like a river flows, 
 
 In one perpetual stream ! 
 
 Fear not the powers of earth and hell, 
 
 God will those powers restrain ; 
 His arm shall all their rage repel 
 
 And make their efforts vain! 
 
 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, 
 
 Or leave His work undone ; 
 He 's faithful to his promises, 
 
 And faithful to His Son ! Beddome.
 
 618 
 
 TEIAL. 
 
 SEARCH me, O God, and know my heart : try me, and know my 
 thoughts. Psalm cxxxlx. 23. 
 
 The trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that 
 perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and 
 honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ. I. Peter, i. 7. 
 
 Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to 
 try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you. I. Peter, 
 iv. 12. 
 
 LEST our trial, when least sought, 
 
 May find us both perhaps far less prepared. 
 
 Milton. 
 Within our life these sorrows we contain 
 
 Uncertain days, yet full of certain grief; 
 In number few, yet infinite in pain; 
 O'ercharged with wants, but naked of relief, 
 In ruling it our evil parts are chief; 
 
 And though our time be not cut short by death, 
 Old age will creep to stop uncertain breath. 
 Yet to the much affliction of the mind, 
 This of the body is a scant compare, 
 Wherein so many and so much I find, 
 As would astone my spirits to declare 
 Trial can only tell us what we are : 
 For we whom custom hath with grief acquainted, 
 By us her sad proportion best is painted. 
 
 Christopher Lever, 1607. 
 
 He bids him glow with unremitting love 
 To all on earth, and to Himself above 
 Condemns the injurious deed, the slanderous tongue, 
 The thought that meditates a brother's wrong ; 
 Brings not alone the more conspicuous part 
 His conduct to the test, but tries his heart. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought ; 
 
 Though my own heart accuse me not 
 
 Of walking in a false disguise, 
 
 I beg a trial of Thine eyes. 
 
 Doth secret mischief lurk within P 
 
 Do I indulge some unknown sin ? 
 
 O turn my feet whene'er I stray, 
 
 And lead me in Thy perfect way. Watts.
 
 TRIBULATION. 619 
 
 TRIBULATION. 
 
 IN the world ye shall have tribulation. John, xvi. 33. 
 
 We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God. 
 Acts, xiv. 22. 
 
 Patient in tribulation. Romans, xii. 12. 
 
 THE wisdom of this world is idiotism ; 
 
 Strength, a weak reed ; health, sickness' enemy ; 
 
 (And it at length will have the victory ;) 
 
 Beauty is but a painting ; and long life 
 
 Is a long journey in December gone : 
 
 Tedious and full of tribulation. Dekkar. 
 
 Begone unbelief, my Saviour is near, 
 
 And for my relief will surely appear ; 
 
 By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform ; 
 
 With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 
 
 His love in time past forbids me to think 
 
 He '11 leave me at last in trouble to sink ; 
 
 Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, 
 
 Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. 
 
 Why should I complain of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain ? he told me no less ! 
 The heirs of salvation, I know from His word, 
 Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 Lo ! round the throne, a glorious band, 
 The saints, in countless myriads, stand ; 
 Of ev'ry tongue, redeem'd to God, 
 Array'd in garments wash'd in blood ! 
 
 Through tribulation great they came ; 
 
 They bore the cross, despis'd the shame ; 
 
 But now from all their labours rest, 
 
 In God's eternal glory bless'd. Duncan, 
 
 Thou dost conduct Thy people 
 
 Through torrents of temptation 
 Nor will we fear, while Thou art near, 
 
 The fire of tribulation. J)e Courcey.
 
 620 TRIUMPH. 
 
 TRIUMPH. 
 
 THEN sang Moses and the children of Israel this song unto the 
 Lord, and spake, saying, I will sing unto the Lord, for He hath 
 triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider huth he thrown into 
 the sea. Exodus, xv. 1. 
 
 The triumphing of the wicked is short. Job, xx. ~>. 
 
 Thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ. 
 II. Corinthians, ii. 14. 
 
 HAIL, Thou! that on this glorious morn didst burst 
 
 The bands of death ! all hail, incarnate Lord ! 
 
 First-born of heaven, what time the barren grave 
 
 With wondrous throes gave forth Thy present flesh, 
 
 In all its incorruptible array 
 
 Of majesty and light. Triumphant Lord, 
 
 Who, m Thy rising power, didst captive lead 
 
 Captivity, and at Thy chariot wheels 
 
 The vanquished hosts of hell didst with Thee bring ! 
 
 Hail, conquering King ! Almighty Prince of Life ! 
 
 First-fruits of those that sleep, in hope assured 
 
 Of that bright morning, when the trumpet's sound 
 
 Shall wake the slumbering dead, when from the tomb 
 
 Thy quickened saints shall spring to swell Thy strain, 
 
 Clad in immortal bloom. Thy angel bands 
 
 Attend Thee up the skies with cheerful notes ; 
 
 We, too, responsive cry "Our God is gone, 
 
 Is upward gone." S. Stennet. 
 
 Rejoice, believer, in the Lord, 
 
 Who makes your cause His own ; 
 The hope that 's built upon His word, 
 
 Can ne'er be overthrown ! 
 
 As surely as He overcame, 
 
 And triumph' d once for you ; 
 So surely you that love His name, 
 
 Shall triumph in Him too! Newton. 
 
 The Lord of Lords has triumphed gloriously. 
 
 H. H. Milman. 
 Humility o'er self victorious, 
 Of earthly triumphs the most glorious. 
 
 William Peter.
 
 TROUBLE. 621 
 
 TROUBLE. 
 
 THE Lord hear thee in the day of trouble. Psalin xx. 1. 
 
 In the day of my trouble I will call upon thee : for thou wilt answer 
 me. Psalm Ixxxvi. 7. 
 
 I cried unto the Lord with my voice ; with my voice unto the Lord 
 did I make my supplication. 
 
 I poured out my complaint before him ; I shewed before him my 
 trouble. - Psalrn cxlii. 1, 2. 
 
 FROM out of the depths of misery I cry 
 To Thee O Lord, and that most earnestly, 
 Prayers intermixed with sighs and tears 
 My soul sends up into Thine ears. 
 I pour out all my moan 
 Before Thee, Thee alone, 
 And for relief 
 Show Thee my grief. 
 
 Lord, when my troubled spirit could not rest 
 For anguish of my mind, Thou knowest best 
 What way to help me, and did see 
 A path through all to set me free. 
 Thy foes, and mine, do lay 
 Snares for me, in my way 
 One did privily 
 In ambush lie. 
 
 I looked on every side, but I could see 
 None who would know, and much less succour me. 
 My friends revolted totally, 
 On whom I used to rely ; 
 All ways to 'scape by flight 
 Were stopped, and shut up quite, 
 And none did care 
 My soul to spare. 
 
 Thus troubled ; laid on wait for ; desolate ; 
 Enclosed around ; and thus disconsolate ; 
 I cried to Thee, O Lord, and said, 
 Thou art my hope, my help, my aid, 
 The rock I build upon ; 
 My lot, my portion, 
 For this life, and 
 A better land. Joseph Bunyan.
 
 622 
 
 TROUBLE. 
 
 When the heart is sore smitten by sorrow, 
 
 And the bosom is darksome and drear, 
 And when bright hope no longer may borrow 
 
 A smile from the future to cheer ; 
 And the eye that would gaze on the morrow, 
 
 Is constrain'd to gaze on through a tear 
 Even then there's a hope that can brighten 
 
 The soul in its darksome abode, 
 That can dry up its sorrow, and lighten, 
 
 The weight of its wearisome load : 
 'Tis the hope which no joy can heighten, 
 
 That leads it to trust in its God. 
 
 Though the world to our griefs may be ever 
 
 Disdainful, unkind, and unjust ; 
 And mankind may be eager to sever 
 
 The links of our holier trust ; 
 And the mighty may daily endeavour 
 
 To tread our torn hearts in the dust, 
 Still thy presence, Lord, cannot be taken 
 
 From those that all faithful will be : 
 Then why should our spirits be shaken ? 
 
 And why should we languish to flee P 
 When we know we are never forsaken, 
 
 In the midst of our troubles, by Thee. 
 
 W. Martin. 
 
 If the nation-feeding corn 
 Thriveth under iced snow ; 
 
 If the small bird on the thorn 
 TJseth well its guarded sloe ; 
 
 Bid thy cares thy comforts double, 
 
 Gather fruit from thorns of trouble. 
 
 In the time of Grief and trouble, 
 
 Then we call upon the Lord, 
 And he hears our supplication, 
 
 Ever faithful to his word ; 
 But when o'er the trouble passeth, 
 
 As a cloud that hid the sun, 
 We forget the hand that raised us, 
 
 Careless of the blessing won. 
 
 E. Elliot. 
 
 Egone.
 
 TKUST. 623 
 
 TRUST. 
 
 SOME trust in chariots, and some in horses ; but we will remember 
 the name of the Lord our God. Psalm xx. 7. 
 
 my God, I trust in Thee : let me not be ashamed. Psalm xxv. 2. 
 
 Commit thy way unto the Lord ; trust also in Him ; and He shall 
 bring it to pass. Psalm xxxvii. 5. 
 
 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart : and lean not unto thine 
 own understanding. Proverbs, iii. 5. 
 
 BUT, O, the soul that never dies 
 
 At once it leaves the clay ; 
 Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies, 
 
 And track its wondrous way. 
 
 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 
 
 It mounts triumphant there ; 
 Or devils plunge it down to hell, 
 
 In infinite despair. 
 
 And must my body faint and die ? 
 
 And must this soul remove ? 
 O for some guardian angel high, 
 
 To bear it safe above ! 
 
 Jesus, to Thy dear faithful hand, 
 
 My naked soul I trust ; 
 And my flesh waits for Thy command, 
 
 To drop into the dust. Watts. 
 
 Backsliding Israel, hear the voice 
 
 Of thy forgiving God ; 
 Nor force such goodness to exert 
 
 The terrors of the rod. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, "My mercy flows, 
 
 An xmexhausted stream ; 
 And after all its millions saved, 
 
 Its sway is still supreme. 
 
 Own but the follies thou hast done, 
 
 And mourn thy sins in dust, 
 And soon thy trembling heart shall learn 
 
 To hope, and love, and trust. Doddridge.
 
 624 TRUST. 
 
 Men safelier trust to Heaven than to themselves 
 When least themselves, in the mad whirl of crowds, 
 Where folly is contagious, and, too oft, 
 Even wise men leave their better sense at home, 
 To chide and wonder at them when returned. 
 
 Coleridge. 
 
 Frail children of dust, 
 
 And feeble as frail, 
 In Thee do we trust, 
 
 Nor find Thee to fail ; 
 Thy mercies how tender, 
 
 How firm to the end ! 
 Our Maker Defender, 
 
 Redeemer, and Friend. 
 
 O measureless might ! 
 
 Ineffable love ! 
 While angels delight 
 
 To hymn Thee above, 
 The humbler creation, 
 
 Though feeble their lays, 
 With true adoration, 
 
 Shall lisp to Thy praise. 
 
 Sir B. Grant. 
 
 Do good, shun evil : live not thou 
 As if at death thy being died, 
 
 Nor error's syren voice allow 
 
 To draw thy steps from truth aside ; 
 
 Look to thy journey's end the grave ! 
 
 And trust in Him whose arm can save. 
 
 Moir. 
 
 Then shall, gorgeous as a gem, 
 Shine thy mount, Jerusalem ; 
 Then shall in the desert rise 
 Fruits of more than Paradise ; 
 Earth by angel feet be trod, 
 One great garden of her God ; 
 Till are dried the martyr's tears 
 Through a glorious thousand years. 
 Now, in hope of Him, we trust 
 Earth to earth, and dust to dust. 
 
 Croly.
 
 TRUST. 625 
 
 We see no more in Thy pure skies, 
 
 How soft, O God ! the sunset dies : 
 
 How every coloured hill and wood 
 
 Seems melting in the golden flood : 
 
 Yet, by the precious memories won 
 
 From bright hours, now for ever gone, 
 
 Father, o'er all Thy works we know 
 
 Thou still art shedding beauty's glow ; 
 
 Still touching every cloud and tree 
 
 With glory, eloquent of Thee ; 
 
 Still feeding all Thy flowers with light, 
 
 Though man hath barred it from our sight. 
 We know Thou reignest, the unchanging One, All-just ! 
 And bless Thee still, with free and boundless trust. 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 let my trembling soul be still, 
 While darkness veils this mortal eye, 
 
 And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will : 
 Wrapp'd yet in fears and mystery, 
 
 1 cannot, Lord ! Thy purpose see ! 
 Yet all is ruled since ruled by Thee. 
 
 When mounted on Thy clouded car, 
 Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down, 
 
 I can discern Thy light afar, 
 
 Thy light sweet beaming through Thy frown ; 
 
 And should I faint a moment then 
 
 I think of Thee and smile again, 
 
 So, trusting in Thy love, I tread 
 
 The narrow path of duty on ; 
 What though some cherished joys are fled ! 
 
 What though some flattering dreams are gone ; 
 Yet purer, brighter joys remain, 
 Why should my spirit then complain? Bowring. 
 
 For now in truth I find 
 My Father all His promises hath kept ; 
 He comforts those who here in sadness wept. 
 
 Eyes to the blind 
 
 Thou art, O God! Earth I no longer see, 
 Yet trustfully my spirit looks to Thee. Mrs. NeaL 
 * 2s
 
 TRUST. 
 
 Oh, yet we trust that, somehow, good 
 
 Will be the final goal of all, 
 
 To pangs of nature, sins of will, 
 Defects of doubt and taints of blood ; 
 
 That nothing walks with aimless feet ; 
 
 That not one life shall be destroy'd, 
 
 Or cast as rubbish to the void, 
 When G od hath made the pile complete. 
 
 That not a worm is cloven in vain ; 
 
 That not a moth with vain desire 
 
 Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire, 
 Or but subserves another's gain. 
 
 Behold ! we know not anything ; 
 
 I can but trust that good shall fall 
 
 At last, far off, at last to all, 
 And every winter change to spring. 
 
 So runs my dream : but what am I ? 
 
 An infant crying in the night ; 
 
 An infant crying for the light ; 
 And with no language but a cry. Tennyson. 
 
 In patience, then, possess thy soul, 
 Stand still ! for while the thunders roll, 
 Thy Saviour sees thee through the gloom, 
 And will to thy assistance come ; 
 His love and mercy will be shown 
 To those who trust in Him alone. 
 
 William Allen. 
 Some in chariots, some in horses, 
 
 We in God Jehovah trust ; 
 And, while He our sure resource is, 
 
 They are fallen in the dust : 
 Save Jehovah, save and hear us, 
 
 King of glory, King of might ; 
 When we call, be ever near us, 
 
 Even for Thy servants fight. Tapper. 
 
 Oft, alas ! we make our boast 
 
 In the strength of armed host : 
 
 Creatures frail in whom we trust, 
 
 What are they but ashes dust P Egone.
 
 TEUTH. 627 
 
 TKUTH. 
 
 THE truth of the Lord endureth for ever. Psalm cxvii. 2. 
 
 Buy the truth, and sell it not ; also wisdom, and instruction, and 
 understanding. ProTerbs, xxiii. 23. 
 
 Speak ye every man the truth to his neighbour. Zechariah, viii. 16. 
 
 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life : no 
 man cometh unto the Father, but by me. John, xiv. 6. 
 
 When He, the Spirit of truth, is come, He will guide you into all 
 truth. John, xvi. 13. 
 
 It is the Spirit that beareth witness, because the Spirit is truth. 
 I. John, v. 6. 
 
 DAEE to be true ; nothing can need a lie, 
 
 A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. 
 
 Herbert. 
 
 Truth, in her pure simplicity, wants art 
 To put a feigned blush on. John Ford. 
 
 Defend the truth ; for that who will not die, 
 A coward is, and gives himself the lie. 
 
 Thomas Randolph. 
 
 These furies fell, which turn the world to ruth, 
 Both Envy, Strife, and Slander, her appear, 
 In dungeon dark they long enclosed Truth, 
 But time at length did loose his daughter dear, 
 And sets aloft that sacred lady bright, 
 Who things long hid reveals and brings to light. 
 
 Though Strife wake her, though Envy eat her heart, 
 The innocent though Slander rend and spoil : 
 Yet Time will come, and take this lady's part, 
 And break her bands and bring her foes to foil. 
 Despair not then, though Truth be hidden oft, 
 Because at length, she shall be set aloft. 
 
 Whitney. 
 
 God hath how sent His living oracle 
 Into the world to teach His final will, 
 And sends His Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell 
 In pious hearts : and inward oracle 
 To all truth requisite for men to know. Milton, 
 
 For error and mistake are infinite, 
 
 But truth has but one way to be i' th' right : 
 
 As numbers may t' infinity be grown, 
 
 But never be reduc'd to less than one. Sutler.
 
 628 TRUTH. 
 
 Marble and recording brass decay, 
 And like the 'graver's memory, pass away ; 
 The works of man inherit, as is just, 
 Their author's frailty, and return to dust; 
 But truth divine for ever stands secure, 
 Its head is guarded, as its base is sure ; 
 Fixed in the rolling flood of endless years, 
 The pillar of the eternal plan appears ; 
 The raving storm and dashing wave defies, 
 Built by that Architect who built the skies. Cowper. 
 
 But what is Truth 1 'Twas Pilate's question, put 
 
 To Truth itself, that deigned him no reply. 
 
 And wherefore ? Will not God impart His light 
 
 To them that ask it ? Freely, 't is His joy, 
 
 His glory, and His nature, to impart. 
 
 But to the proud, uncandid, insincere, 
 
 Our negligent enquirer, not a spark. Cowper. 
 
 All truth is precious, if not all divine, 
 
 And what dilates the powers must needs refine. 
 
 Cowper. 
 So many minds did gird their orbs with beams, 
 
 Though one did fling the fire, 
 Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams 
 
 Of high desire. 
 
 Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world 
 
 Like one great garden show'd, 
 And thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd 
 
 Rare sunrise flow'd. Tennyson. 
 
 Dark, dark, yea, irrecoverably dark, 
 Is the soul's eye ; yet how it strives and battles 
 Through the impenetrable gloom to fix 
 That master light, the secret truth of things, 
 Which is the body of the infinite God. 
 
 Arthur H. Haliam. 
 
 Searching the skiey depths all night in vain, 
 The starry seer hath known this mystery 
 That the sky orb, which over half the sky 
 Hath baulked his chase, and mocked his utmost pain 
 If (haply while the daylight poured amain
 
 TRUTH. 629 
 
 Into the empty concave of the night) 
 Hath stepped into his glass, as clear to sight 
 As the one tree that stars a glassy plain, 
 So is it known that some secretive Truth, 
 
 Which Thought and Patience strove in vain to find, 
 Just when Despair and Doubt were swallowing all, 
 Hath dropped into the heart without a call, 
 
 Conspicuous as a Fire, and sweet as Youth, 
 An everlasting stronghold to the mind. 
 
 Thomas Burbidge. 
 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest, 
 
 Deceitfully goes forth the morn ; 
 Not seldom evening, in the west, 
 
 Sinks smilingly forsworn. 
 The smoothest seas will sometimes prove 
 
 To the confiding bark untrue ; 
 And if she trust the stars above, 
 
 They can be treacherous too. 
 The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread, 
 Full oft, when storms the welkin rend, 
 Draws lightning down upon the head 
 
 It promised to defend. 
 But Thou art true, incarnate Lord ! 
 
 Who didst vouchsafe for man to die, 
 Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word 
 
 No change can falsify. Wordsworth. 
 
 That one half creation is to know 
 
 Luxurious joy, and others only woe, 
 
 And so go down into the common tomb 
 
 With none to question their unequal doom ? 
 
 Shall we give credit to a thought so fond? 
 
 Ah ! no the world beyond the world beyond ! 
 
 There shall the desolate heart regain its own ! 
 
 There the oppressed shall stand before God's throne ! 
 
 There, when the tangled web is all explained, 
 
 Wrong suffered, pain inflicted, grief disdained, 
 
 Man's proud, mistaken judgments and false scorn 
 
 Shall melt, like mists before the uprising morn, 
 
 And holy truth stand forth, serenely bright, 
 
 In the rich flood of God's eternal light ! 
 
 Mrs. Norton.
 
 630 TBCTH. 
 
 It is not in the heart of thought 
 
 Nor in the breast of care, 
 That truth its dwelling-place has sought, 
 
 For all is sterile there : 
 Nor is it in the mind where gay 
 
 Delusive visions throng, 
 That chastening truth can find a way 
 
 Its glittering dreams among : 
 Yet as within the desert far, 
 
 There are reflections given 
 Of light, so in the heart there are 
 
 Remembrances of Heaven. W. Anderson. 
 
 Oh ! truth abideth with Him everywhere ; 
 
 And lovely is her brow, albeit too bright 
 
 For earthly eye, she veils her aspect fair, 
 
 Lest bold vain men be blasted with its light, 
 
 Beneath a diverse visage, now austere, 
 
 Now lovely, suited to the gazer's sight. 
 
 He who upon her naked face might bear 
 
 To look, would know her heavenly and divine, 
 
 And Deity itself in her revere 
 
 Thy soul, oh Man ! is her especial shrine ; 
 
 There find her, thou unto thyself shalt wake, 
 
 And to thy God ; for heaven is her's and thine : 
 
 Seek her in youth, nor yet in age forsake. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 
 Immortal Truth ! by inspiration taught, 
 Thou spurn'st the servile chains of human art ; 
 In native majesty arrayed, thou shed'st 
 Thy radiant beams through all this vale below ; 
 Thy piercing voice resounds through distant climes, 
 By all distinguished, and by all adored. 
 
 Charles Jenner. 
 Truth is in each flower 
 As well as in the solemnest things of God. 
 Truth is the voice of Nature and of Time 
 Truth is the startling monitor within us 
 Nought is without it, it comes from the stars, 
 The golden sun, and every breeze that blows 
 Truth, it is God ! and God is everywhere ! 
 
 William Thomson Bacon.
 
 631 
 
 UNITY. 
 
 BEHOLD how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell to- 
 gether in unity .' 
 
 It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon 
 the beard, even Aaron's beard : that went down to the skirts of his 
 garments. Psalm cxxxiii. 1, 2. 
 
 Endeavouring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 
 Ephesians, iv. 3. 
 
 E'EN as the ointment whose sweet odours blended, 
 From Aaron's head upon his beard descended, 
 And, falling thence, with rich perfume ran o'er 
 The holy garb the prophet wore : 
 So doth the unity that lives with brothers 
 Share its best blessings and its joy with others. 
 
 Eamphuyzen. 
 
 Behold how good it is that brethren dwell 
 In unity together. Sweet it is, 
 As the rich unguent that o'er Aaron fell 
 From head to beard, and even deigned to kiss 
 His garment skirts. 'T is precious as the dew 
 Distilled on Hermon in fine essences. 
 Yea, it refreshes Zion's mountains too ; 
 For there the blessing of eternal life, 
 The Lord our God shall evermore renew. 
 
 J. A. Heraud. 
 The glorious universe around, 
 
 The heavens with all their train, 
 Sun, moon, and stars are firmly bound 
 
 In one mysterious chain. 
 In one fraternal bond of love, 
 
 One fellowship of mind, 
 The saints below, the saints above, 
 
 Their bliss and glory find. 
 Here, in their house of pilgrimage, 
 
 Thy statutes are their song ; 
 There, through one bright eternal age, 
 
 Thy praises they prolong ! 
 Lord, may our union form a part 
 
 Of that thrice happy whole, 
 Derive its pulse from Thee, the heart, 
 Its life from Thee, the soul. J. Montgomery.
 
 632 VALOTJB. 
 
 VALOUR. 
 
 THROUGH God we shall do valiantly: for He it is that shall tread 
 down our enemies. Psalm cviii. 13. 
 
 I NEVER saw an angry person valiant : 
 
 Virtue is never aided by a vice. Ben Jonson. 
 
 In the good man's breast, 
 Justice and piety, with valour reign : 
 He, though the fabric of the shaken world 
 Should burst in thundering ruin o'er his head, 
 Calm and unawed would view the crushing wreck, 
 Nor shudder at destruction ; but to brave 
 The wrath of Heaven, or rashly to intrude, 
 Spotted with guilt, into his Maker's sight ; 
 Or lift for mercy a rebellious hand 
 Dyed with a brother's gore, he justly fears ; 
 Yet, in Himself collected, will defy 
 The taunt of malice, or that groundless right 
 The weakest, lightest of mankind assume 
 To brand with infamy his injured name, 
 And scorn the coward, daring to forgive. 
 
 C. P. Layard. 
 
 Who is valiant, tell me who ? 
 Is it he who braves all danger, 
 Foremost ever in the field, 
 'Mid the clash of sword and shield, 
 Where there's bloodiest work to do, 
 Unto fear a stranger ? 
 
 Who is valiant, tell me who ? 
 
 He, who where the tempest rages, 
 'Mid the elemental strife, 
 Boldly risking limb and life, 
 With a dauntless heart and true, 
 In the work engages ? 
 
 These are valiant, but methinks 
 'T is a higher, nobler valour, 
 In a cause that just and right, 
 Bearing scorn, neglect, and slight, 
 With a soul that never shrinks, 
 
 And a cheek that knows no pallor. Egone.
 
 VANITY. 
 
 SURELY God will not hear vanity, neither will the Almighty regard 
 it. Job, xxxv. 13. 
 
 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth : and mine age 
 is as nothing before thee : verily every man at his best state is alto- 
 gether vanity. Psalm xxxix. 5. 
 
 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away. 
 Psalm cxliv. 4. 
 
 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is 
 vanity. Ecclesiastes, i. 2. 
 
 CAST not thy serious wit on idle things, 
 
 Make not thy free-will slave to vanity. Davies. 
 
 What well-devised ear regards 
 
 What earth can say ? 
 Thy words are gold, but thy regards 
 
 Are painted clay : 
 Thy cunning can but pack the cards, 
 
 Thou canst not play : 
 Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st : 
 If seen and then revy'd, deny'st ; 
 Thou art not what thou seem'st false world, thou ly'st. 
 
 Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint 
 
 Of new coined treasure : 
 A paradise that hath no stint, 
 
 No change, no measure, 
 A painted cask, but nothing in it, 
 
 Nor wealth, nor pleasure, 
 Vain earth ! that falsely thus comply'st 
 With man ; vain man ! that thou rely'st 
 On earth ; vain man, thou dot'st, vain earth, thouly'st. 
 
 What mean dull souls, in this high measure 
 
 To haberdash 
 In earth's bare wares, whose greatest treasure 
 
 Is drop and trash ? 
 The height of whose enchanting pleasure 
 
 Is but a flash ? 
 
 Are these the goods that thou supply'st 
 Us mortals with ? Are these the highest ? 
 Can these bring cordial peace ! vain world thou ly'st. 
 
 Francis Quarles.
 
 634 VANITY. 
 
 The pride 
 
 And wand'ring vanity, when least was safe, 
 Rejected my forewarning. Milton. 
 
 The man we celebrate must find a tomb, 
 
 And we that worship him, ignoble graves. 
 
 Nothing is proof against the general curse 
 
 Of vanity, that seizes all below. Cowper. 
 
 How wise a short retreat to steal, 
 The vanity of life to feel, 
 
 And from its cares to fly : 
 To act one calm, domestic scene, 
 Earth's bustle and the grave between, 
 
 Retire, and learn to die ! Hannah More. 
 
 Lord, let me know mine end, 
 
 My days, how brief their date, 
 That I may timely comprehend 
 
 How frail my best estate. 
 
 My life is but a span 
 
 Mine age is nought with Thee ; 
 Man, in his highest honour, man 
 
 Is dust and vanity. James Montgomery. 
 
 Art thou puffed with vanity ? 
 
 Hear the preacher, what saith he ? 
 
 Be thy state however great, 
 
 Lofty though thy station be, 
 
 Like a shadow, o'er a meadow 
 
 Swiftly that is seen to flee : 
 
 Like a morning flower that soon 
 
 Withers in the eye of noon ; 
 
 Like a gleam, upon a stream, 
 
 That we but a moment see ; 
 
 Such thou art, oh, haughty man, 
 
 And thy days are but a span ; 
 
 And thy works, however strong, 
 
 May not have endurance long ; 
 
 And thy thoughts, however high, 
 
 What are they but vanity ? Egone.
 
 VAPOUR. 635 
 
 VAPOTJK. 
 
 WHATSOEVER the Lord pleased, that did He in heaven, and in earth, 
 in the seas, and all deep places. 
 
 He causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth. 
 Psalm cxxxv. 6, 7. 
 
 What is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little 
 time, and then vanisheth away. James, iv. 14. 
 
 GBEAT is the Lord, exalted high, 
 
 Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne ; 
 "Whate'er He please in earth and sea, 
 
 Or heav'n, or hell, His hand hath done. 
 
 At His command the vapours rise, 
 
 The lightnings flash, the thunders roar ; 
 
 He pours the rain, He brings the wind 
 
 And tempests from His airy store. Watts. 
 
 Life is a span, a fleeting hour ! 
 
 How soon the vapour flies ! 
 Man is a tender transient flower, 
 
 That e'en in blooming dies. Steele. 
 
 How gloriously 'neath yon cerulean arch, 
 The vapoury legions hold their stately march ; 
 Onward they press, with banners all unroll'd, 
 Like gleaming cohorts, clad in steel and gold ; 
 The space they cover is of vast extent, 
 And afar off rise tower and battlement, 
 As of some city bright, with jasper walls, 
 Enclosing, as we deem, wide stately halls, 
 And spacious streets, and temples all inlaid 
 With precious stones, and fit for worship made. 
 'T is but a dream ! behold, comes on the night ; 
 The heavens grow black, and blotted from the sight 
 Are those fair shapes, and such the airy schemes 
 Of human pride, all unsubstantial dreams. 
 Vapour and mist enwrap our senses here, 
 Only about God's throne is all serene and clear. 
 
 Egone,
 
 636 VENGEANCE. 
 
 VENGEANCE. 
 
 O LORD GOD, to whom vengeance belongeth ; O God, to whom v/i- 
 geance belongeth, shew Thyself. Psalm xciv. 1. 
 
 Say to them that are of a fearful heart, be strong ; fear not : beholdi 
 j onr God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompense. 
 Isaiah, xxxv. 4. 
 
 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto 
 wrath : for it is written, Vengeance is mine ; I will repay, saitb the 
 Lord. Komans, xii. 19. 
 
 FROM Sinai's top Jehovah gave the law, 
 
 Life for obedience, death for every flaw. 
 
 When the great Sovereign would His will express, 
 
 He gives a perfect rule, what can He less ? 
 
 And guards it with a sanction as severe 
 
 As vengeance can inflict, or sinners fear : 
 
 Else His own glorious rights He would disclaim, 
 
 And man might safely trifle with His name. 
 
 Covoper. 
 
 Speak not of vengeance ! 't is the right of God. 
 
 " Vengeance is His." Who shall usurp the bolt 
 
 And launch it for Omnipotence ? shall man 
 
 Assume the right of judgment, or prescribe 
 
 How far the line of mercy shall extend, 
 
 Or punishment shall stretch its iron rod ? 
 
 In thine own cause to judge, who gave thee right, 
 
 Presumptuous man ! C. P. Layard. 
 
 Some deluded minds, 
 Harrowed by penal terrors, in the gulf 
 Of black despair are whelmed. No ray of hope 
 Dispels the involving gloom : a Deity, 
 With all the thunder of dread vengeance round Him, 
 Is ever present to their tortured thoughts. 
 
 Samuel Hayes. 
 
 To vengeance horrible aroused, 
 And clad in tenfold fierceness, shalt thou stand 
 Beside the atheist's bed ; by his who oft, 
 .With wit profane, and poignant blasphemy, 
 And specious show of argument, hath scoffed 
 Each awful truth, and ridiculed his God. 
 
 William Gibson.
 
 VICTOEY. 637 
 
 VICTOEY. 
 
 O SING unto the Lord a new song ; for he hath done marvellous 
 things : his right hand, and his holy ami, hath gotten him the victory. 
 rsalm xcviii. 1. 
 
 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory 'f 
 
 Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory, through our Lord 
 Jesus Christ. I. Corinthians, xv. 55, 67. 
 
 This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. I. 
 John, v. 4. 
 
 YE dead ! where can your dwelling be ? 
 
 The house of all the living ; come and see. 
 
 O life ! what is thy breath ? 
 
 A vapour lost in death. 
 
 O death ! how ends thy strife ? 
 
 In everlasting life. 
 
 O grave ! where is thy victory ? 
 
 Ask Him who rose again from me. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, 
 
 See the "Man of Sorrows" now; 
 From the fight returned victorious, 
 
 Every knee to Him shall bow ! 
 Crown Him ! crown Him ! 
 
 Crowns become the victor's brow. 
 
 Sinners in derision crown'd Him, 
 Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
 
 Saints and angels crowd around Him, 
 Own His title, praise His name : 
 
 Crown Him ! crown Him ! 
 Spread abroad the victor s fame ! Kelly. 
 
 Millions now before the throne. 
 Lay their trophied offerings down ; 
 Clad in robes of purity, 
 Now they sing of victory. 
 
 Millions more still onward go, 
 
 Militant while here below ; 
 
 Soon the shield and sword shall be 
 
 Laid aside for victory. W. J. Brock.
 
 638 VICTOEY. 
 
 Beauty ; may that of holiness be mine ; 
 
 May power be given me to o'ercome the world ; 
 
 For pleasure, may I have a hand to pour 
 
 The oil and wine upon another's wound ! 
 
 For honour, may I bear my Saviour's cross ; 
 
 For splendour, light that from His follower beams ; 
 
 And be my glory His approving smile ; 
 
 My fame, the world's reproaches for His sake ; 
 
 My wealth, a conscience where no rust corrodes 
 
 One that may look into a coming world, 
 
 As nature shall dissolve, and feel secure ; 
 
 With these to aid me in the mortal strife, 
 
 May I, the palm of victory o'er the grave, 
 
 Make my immortal prize ! Hannah F. Gould. 
 
 Waft not to me the blast of fame, 
 
 That swells the trump of victory ; 
 For to my ear it gives the name 
 
 Of slaughter and of misery. 
 
 Boast not so much of honour's sword, 
 Wave not so high the victor's plume ; 
 
 They point me to the bosom gor'd, 
 
 They point me to the blood-stained tomb. 
 
 The boastful shout, the revel loud, 
 
 That strive to drown the voice of pain ; 
 
 What are they but the fickle crowd, 
 Rejoicing o'er their brethren slain? 
 
 And oh, through glory's fading blaze, 
 
 I see the cottage taper, pale, 
 Which sheds its faint and feeble rays, 
 
 Where unprotected orphans wail. 
 
 Where the sad widow weeping stands, 
 
 As if her day of hope was done ; 
 Where the wild mother clasps her hands, 
 
 And asks the victor for her son. 
 
 Where, midst that desolated land, 
 
 The sire lamenting o'er his son, 
 Extends his pale and powerless hand, 
 
 And finds its only prop is gone.
 
 VICTOBY. 639 
 
 See, how the bands of war and woe 
 
 Have rifled sweet domestic bliss ; 
 And tell me if your laurels grow, 
 
 And flourish in a soil like this. Sigourney. 
 
 Up to the strife with care, 
 
 Be thine an oaken heart, 
 Life's daily contest nobly share, 
 
 Nor act a craven part ; 
 Give murmurs to the coward throng, 
 Be thine the joyous notes of song. 
 
 If thrown upon the field, 
 
 Up to the task once more, 
 'T is worse than infamy to yield, 
 
 'T is childish to deplore ; 
 Look stern misfortune in the eye, 
 And breast the billow manfully. 
 
 Close in with every foe, 
 
 As thickly on they come, 
 They can but lay thy body low, 
 
 And send thy spirit home ; 
 Yet may'st thou stand it out and view 
 What giant energy can do. 
 
 Soon shall the combat cease, 
 
 The struggle fierce and long, 
 And thine be true, unbroken peace, 
 
 And thine the victor s song ; 
 Beyond the clouds will wait for thee. 
 The wreath of immortality. 
 
 (Rev.) E. C. Jones. 
 
 Who shall wear the victor's wreath 
 
 In the realms of deathless glory ? 
 Those who reaped the fields of death, 
 
 Heroes of an earthly story? 
 Nay not these, nor such as these, 
 
 They have won rewards and prizes, 
 Shadowy unrealities, 
 
 Which the humble saint despises. 
 He the victor s wreath shall wear, 
 Meekly who the cross could bear. Egone.
 
 640 
 
 VINE. 
 
 BETURN, we beseech thee, O God of hosts : look down from heaven, 
 and behold and visit this r/'/ic .- 
 
 And the vineyard which thy right hand hath planted, and the branch 
 that thou madest so strong for thyself. Psalm Ixxx. 14, 15. 
 
 I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. John, XT. 1. 
 
 THANKS to Thy sovereign grace, O God, if I 
 Am grafted in that true vine a living shoot, 
 Whose arms embrace the world, and in whose root, 
 
 Planted by faith, our life must hidden lie. 
 
 But Thou beholdest how I fade and dry ! 
 
 Choked with a waste of leaf, and void of fruit, 
 Unless Thy spring perennial shall recruit 
 
 My sapless branch, still wanting fresh supply. 
 
 O cleanse me, then, and make me to abide 
 Wholly in Thee, to drink Thy heavenly dew, 
 And, watered daily with my tears to grow. 
 
 Thou art the truth, thy promise is my guide ; 
 Prepare me when Thou comest, Lord, to show 
 Fruits answering to the stock on which I grow. 
 
 From the Italian of Vittoria Colonna. 
 
 Hast Thou not planted with Thy hands 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 Did not Thy pow'r defend it round, 
 And heav'nly dews enrich the ground ? 
 
 How did the spreading branches shoot, 
 And bless the nations with the fruit ! 
 But now, dear Lord, look down and see 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
 Why is its beauty thus defac'd ? 
 Why hast Thou laid her fences waste? 
 Strangers and foes against her join, 
 And ev'ry beast devours the vine. 
 
 Return, Almighty God, return : 
 
 Nor let Thy bleeding vineyard mourn ; 
 
 Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore ; 
 
 We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Watts.
 
 VIOLENCE. 
 
 VIOLENCE. 
 
 VIOLENCE shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction 
 within thy borders. Isaiah. Ix. 1*. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger, 
 the fatherless, nor the widow. Jeremiah, xxii. 3. 
 
 And the soldiers likewise demanded of him, saying, and what shall 
 we do? And he said unto them. Do rioleiice to no man. Luke. iii. 14. 
 
 ALL the elements 
 
 At least had gone to wreck, disturbed and torn 
 With violence of this conflict, had not soon 
 Th' Eternal hung his golden scales. Milton. 
 
 Grieved at heart, when looking down He saw 
 The whole earth filled with violence ; and all flesh 
 Corrupting each their way. Milton. 
 
 The grief of mind is that intestine war 
 That stirs sedition in the state of man ; 
 
 Where, when our passions once commanding are, 
 Our peaceful days are desperate, for then 
 The stir 's more hot than when it first began ; 
 
 For heady passion 's like an untamed beast, 
 
 That riots most when we desire it least. 
 
 This violence exceeds his virtuous mien, 
 
 Like swelling tides that overcome their shore, 
 
 Leaving the awful current of their stream, 
 
 And break their banks that bounded them before ; 
 Yet grief in his great violence is more ; 
 
 For if that reason bound not grief with laws. 
 
 In our destruction grief will be the cause. 
 
 Christopher Lever. 
 
 First Envy, eldest born of hell, imbrued 
 Her hands in blood, and taught the sons of men 
 To make a death which Nature never made, 
 And God abhorred ; with violence rude to break 
 The thread of life ere half its length was run. 
 And rob a wretched brother of his being. 
 
 Bishop Porleus.. 
 * 2 T
 
 642 
 
 VIETUE. 
 
 WHATSOEVER things are true, whatsoever things are honest, what- 
 soever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever tilings 
 are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any rii-tm-. 
 and if there be any praise, think on these things. Philippians, iv. 8. 
 
 Giving all diligence add to ynur faitli >-irtut>: and to rirtnt> know- 
 ledge. II. Peter, i. .1. 
 
 HEAVEN doth with us as \ve with torches do ; 
 
 Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues 
 
 Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike 
 
 As if we had them not. Shaltspere. 
 
 Tell faith it 's fled the city ; 
 
 Tell how the country erreth ; 
 Tell manhood, shakes of pity ; 
 
 Tell virtue, least preferreth ; 
 And if they do reply 
 Spare not to give the lie. Sir W. Raleigh. 
 
 Walls of brass resist not 
 A noble undertaking nor can vice 
 Raise any bulwark to make good a place 
 Where virtue seeks to enter. 
 
 Eternal Spirit ! Thou who think 'st not scorn 
 
 To make thyself a lowly habitant 
 
 In the mean cottage of the human breast 
 
 When purity has been thy harbinger : 
 
 Come then, and lead the virtues in Thy train ; 
 
 Allot to each her office ; ceaseless guard 
 
 Still let them hold around this earth-born heart, 
 
 And watch, with closest glance, its languid pulse. 
 
 John Hey. 
 
 Virtue 's no virtue whiles it lives secure ; 
 
 When difficulty waits on 't, then 't is pure. 
 
 John Quarles. 
 
 Yet sometimes nations will decline so low 
 From virtue, which is reason, that no wrong 
 But justice, and some fatal course annexed, 
 Deprives them of their outward liberty, 
 Their inward lost. Milton.
 
 VIHTUE. 643 
 
 Life swarms with ills ; the boldest are afraid ; 
 
 Where, then, is safety for a tender maid ? 
 
 Unfit for conflict, round beset with woes, 
 
 And man, whom least she fears, her worst of foes ; 
 
 When kind, most cruel ; when oblig'd the most, 
 
 The least obliging ; and by favours lost. 
 
 Cruel by nature, they for kindness hate, 
 
 And scorn you for those ills themselves create : 
 
 If on your frame our sex a blot has thrown, 
 
 'T will ever stick, through malice of your own. 
 
 Most hard ! in pleasing your chief glory lies ; 
 
 And yet from pleasing your chief dangers rise : 
 
 Then please the best ; and know, for men of sense, 
 
 Your strongest charms are native innocence ; 
 
 Arts on the mind, like paint upon the face, 
 
 Fright him that 's worth your love from your embrace, 
 
 In simple manners, all the secret lies ; 
 
 Be kind and virtuous, you '11 be blest and wise. 
 
 Young. 
 
 Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth, 
 
 Nor ever fail of their allegiance there ; 
 
 Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, 
 
 And vote the mantle into majesty. 
 
 Shall man be proud to wear his livery, 
 
 And souls in ermine scorn a soul without ? 
 
 Can place or lessen us, or aggrandise ? 
 
 Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on hills, 
 
 And pyramids are pyramids in vales ; 
 
 Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: 
 
 Virtue alone outlives the pyramids ; 
 
 Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. 
 
 Young. 
 
 I saw the virtuous man contend 
 
 With life's unnumbered woes ; 
 And he was poor without a friend, 
 
 Press'd by a thousand foes. 
 
 I saw the passion's pliant slave 
 
 In gallant trim, and gay ; 
 His course was pleasure's placid wave, 
 
 His life a summer's day.
 
 644 VIRTUE. 
 
 And I was caught in folly's snare, 
 
 And join'd her giddy train, 
 But found her soon the nurse of care 
 
 And punishment, and pain. 
 
 There surely is some guiding pow'r 
 
 Which rightly suffers wrong, 
 Gives vice to bloom its little hour, 
 
 But virtue late and long. Camoens. 
 
 O Thou ! by whose almighty nod the scale 
 
 Of empire rises, or alternate falls, 
 
 Send forth the saving virtues round the land 
 
 In bright patrol : white peace and social love; 
 
 The tender-looking charity, intent 
 
 On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles ; 
 
 Undaunted truth, and dignity of mind : 
 
 Courage composed and keen ; sound temperance, 
 
 Healthful in heart and look ; clear chastity, 
 
 With blushes reddening as she moves along, 
 
 Disordered at the deep regard she draws ; 
 
 Rough industry ; activity untired, 
 
 With copious life informed, and all awake. 
 
 Thomson. 
 
 Virtue with peculiar charms appears 
 
 Crowned with the garland of life's blooming years. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 While virtue lends a zest to joy, 
 
 And bliss to rapture warms, 
 Our very tears she turns to smiles, 
 
 And every pang disarms. 
 
 But vice her foul circean cup 
 
 May medicate in vain : 
 E'en in her mirth some sorrow lurks, 
 
 In all her pleasures, pain. 
 
 Since this, with voice from heav'n, proclaims 
 
 That He that rules above, 
 Doth on the side of virtue stand, 
 
 Let fear be lost in love. C. C. Colton.
 
 TIETUE. 645 
 
 Know thou this truth, (enough for man to know,) 
 Virtue alone is happiness below. Pope. 
 
 Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, 
 Is the best gift of heaven : a happiness 
 That e'en above the smiles and frowns of fate 
 Exalts great nature's favourites ; a wealth 
 That ne'er encumbers, nor can be transferred. 
 Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earned, 
 Or dealt by chance to shield a lucky knave ; 
 Or throw a cruel sunshine on a fool. 
 But for one end, one much neglected use, 
 Are riches worth your care : for nature's wants 
 Are few, and without opulence supplied. 
 This noble end is to produce the soul ; 
 To show the virtues in their fairest light ; 
 To make humanity the minister 
 Of bounteous Providence ; and lend the breast 
 That generous luxury the Gods enjoy. 
 
 Dr. Armstrong. 
 
 Virtue in itself commands its happiness, 
 
 Of every outward object independent. Francis. 
 
 Virtue 
 
 Stands like the sun, and all which rolls around 
 Drinks life, and light, and glory, from her aspect. 
 
 Byron. 
 
 The discipline of slavery is unknown 
 
 Among us, hence the more do we require 
 
 The discipline of virtue; order else 
 
 Cannot subsist, nor confidence, nor peace 
 
 Thus duties rising out of good possest, 
 
 And prudent caution needful to avert 
 
 Impending evil, equally require, 
 
 That the whole people should be taught and trained. 
 
 So shall licentiousness and black resolve 
 
 Be rooted out, and virtuous habits take 
 
 Their place ; and genuine piety descend 
 
 Like an inheritance, from age to age. 
 
 Wordsworth.
 
 646 VISIONS. 
 
 VISIONS. 
 
 AND G-od spake unto Israel in the vitionx of the night. Genesis 
 xlvi. 2. 
 
 Now a thing was secretly brought to me, and mine ear received a 
 little thereof. 
 
 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth 
 on men. Job, iv. 12, 13. 
 
 OUR revels now are ended : these our actors, 
 As I foretold you, were all spirits, and 
 Are melted into air, into thin air ; 
 And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 
 The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
 The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 
 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; 
 And, like this insubstantial pageant faded 
 Leave not a rack behind ! Skakspere. 
 
 Visions and inspirations some expect 
 
 Their course here to direct. 
 Like senseless chemists, their own wealth destroy. 
 
 Imaginary gold to enjoy. 
 So stars appear to drop to us from the sky, 
 And gild the passage as they fly ; 
 But when they fall, and meet the opposing ground, 
 What but a sordid slime is found ! Cowley. 
 
 The days of old, in vision, 
 
 Bring vanish'd bliss to view, 
 The years of lost fruition 
 
 Their joys in pangs renew : 
 Hemember'd songs of gladness, 
 
 Through night's lone silence brought 
 Strike notes of deeper sadness 
 
 And stir desponding thought. J. Montgomery. 
 
 Such castles we build too, on life's ocean rising 
 Frail phantoms of wishes the future disguising 
 They meet us at eve when vague fancies are flowing, 
 But melt in thin air when the daylight is glowing, 
 Alas ! could such visions indeed be our own, [delight 
 When approached and possessed, they would cease to 
 But so long as they skirt the horizon's dim zone, 
 They e'er seem enticing, empurpled, and bright ! 
 
 W. H. Leatham,
 
 647 
 
 VOICE. 
 
 THK voice of the Lord is upon the waters, the God of glory 
 thundereth. 
 
 The voice of the Lord is powerful : the voice of the Lord is full of 
 majesty. Psalm xxix. 3, 4. 
 
 A fool's voice is known by multitude of words. Ecclesiastes, v. 3. 
 The Lord shall cause his glorious toice to be heard. Isaiah, xxx. 3d. 
 
 LET me Thy voice betimes i' the morning hear ! 
 Call, and I '11 come ; say Thou the when and where: 
 Draw me but first, and after Thee I '11 run, 
 And halt not once until my race be done. Herrick. 
 
 There seems a voice in every gale, 
 
 A tongue in every opening flower, 
 Which tells, O God, the wondrous tale 
 
 Of Thy indulgence, love, and power : 
 The birds, that rise on quivering wing, 
 
 Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, 
 And all the mingling sounds of Spring 
 
 To Thee a general anthem raise. Mrs. Opie. 
 
 There is a tongue in every leaf, 
 
 A voice in every rill ; 
 A voice that speaketh everywhere, 
 In flood and fire, through earth and air ! 
 
 A tongue that 's never still ! 
 'T is the Great Spirit, wide diffused 
 
 Through every thing we see, 
 That with our spirits communeth, 
 Of things mysterious life and death, 
 
 Time and eternity. Miss Bowles. 
 
 The voice of the Lord on the ocean is known, 
 
 The God of eternity thundereth abroad ; 
 The voice of the Lord from the depth of his throne 
 
 Is terror and power ; all nature is awed. 
 The voice of the Lord through the calm of the wood 
 
 Awakens its echoes, strikes light through its caves : 
 The Lord sitteth King on the turbulent flood, 
 
 The winds are his servants, his servants the waves. 
 
 . J. Montgomery.
 
 48 WAITING. 
 
 WAITING. 
 
 LEAD me in thy truth, and teach me : for thou art the God of my 
 salvation; on thee do I trait all the day. Psalm xxv. 5. 
 
 Wait on the Lord : be of good courage, and he shall strengthen 
 thine heart: icait, I say, on the Lord. -Psalm xxvii. 14. 
 
 The Lord is a God of judgment: blessed are all they that iraif 
 for him. Isaiah, xxx. 18. 
 
 The Lord direct your heart into the love of God, and into the 
 patient waiting for Christ. II. Thessalonifins, iii. 5. 
 
 THEY also serve who only stand and icait. Milton. 
 
 How difficult the task to wait 
 
 For promises to be fulfilled, 
 To stand, and watch, and hope, though late 
 
 The coming glory be revealed. 
 
 To feel and know the sun will rise, 
 
 And patiently endure the night, 
 With eye of faith, through gloomy skies, 
 
 To see afar the dawning light. 
 
 Full many a fiery soul would dare 
 The scorn of man, the martyr's stake, 
 
 Whose eager spirit could not bear, 
 Humbly to wait for Jesu's sake. 
 
 We ask for some great thing to do, 
 
 Some mighty, herculean task, 
 And always doubt that God is true, 
 
 Because he grants not what we ask. 
 
 We sow, and look to see the grain 
 Bend with its weight the golden ears ; 
 
 We pray, and deem our prayers are vain, 
 Because in heaven no sign appears. 
 
 Oh, give to me the Christian's mind, 
 
 Neither depressed, nor yet elate, 
 If active service be assigned, 
 
 Or patiently to watch and wait, 
 And still a patient joy to find, 
 
 Whatever be my earthly state. Egone.
 
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 WALKING. 
 
 ENOCH walked with God. Genesis, v. 24. 
 
 I will walk before God in the land of the living. Psalm cxvi. 9. 
 
 He that icalketh uprightly walketh surely : but he that perverteth 
 his ways shall be known. Proverbs, x. .9. 
 
 Can two walk together, except they be agreed ! Amos, iii. 3. 
 
 FOE a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame, 
 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 "Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 
 Return, O holy Dove ! return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 
 1 hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. Cowper. 
 
 Delightful record! Enoch walked with God: 
 How great his happiness sublime and pure ! 
 Here all is excellence all solid bliss, 
 And all of heaven that can be found below. 
 O, while I dwell a sojourner on earth, 
 With steadfast purpose may I walk with God ! 
 And though I cannot shun the gates of death, 
 I soon shall triumph in immortal peace. 
 
 Joseph Jones.
 
 650 
 
 WANDER. 
 
 THOU tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle : are 
 they not in thy book? Psalm Ivi. 8. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord unto this people, Thus have they loved to /n/- 
 der, they have not refrained their feet, therefore the Lord doth not 
 accept them. Jeremiah, xiv. 10. 
 
 THE rolling planets, and the glorious sun, 
 
 Still keep that order which they first begun ; 
 
 They their first lesson constantly repeat, 
 
 Which their Creator, as a law, did set, 
 
 Above, below, exactly all obey : 
 
 But wretched men have found another way. 
 
 Knowledge of good and evil as at first 
 
 (That vain persuasion) keeps them still accurst. 
 
 The sacred word refusing as a guide, 
 
 Slaves they become to luxury and pride, 
 
 As clocks remaining in the skilful hand 
 
 Of some great master, at the figure stand, 
 
 But, when abroad, neglected they do go, 
 
 At random strike, and the false hour do show ; 
 
 So from our Maker wandering we stray, 
 
 Like birds that know not to their nests the way. 
 
 In Him we dwelt before our exile here, 
 
 And may, returning, find contentment there, 
 
 True joy may find, perfection of delight, 
 
 Behold His face, and shun eternal night. 
 
 Waller. 
 
 O Lord, my God, I wandered have 
 
 As one that runs astray, 
 And have in thought, and word, and deed, 
 
 In idleness and play, 
 Offended sore Thy Majesty 
 
 In heaping sin to sin, 
 And yet Thy mercy hath me spared, 
 
 So gracious hast Thou been ! 
 O Lord, my faults I now confess, 
 
 And sorry am therefore ; 
 But not so much as fain I would : 
 
 O Lord, what wilt Thou more ? 
 
 Wm. Hunnis.
 
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 WANT. 
 
 FOR want and famine they were solitary. Job, xxx. 3. 
 
 That which is wanting cannot be numbered. Ecclesiastes, i. 15. 
 
 Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. Daniel, 
 v. 27. 
 
 WANT is a bitter and hateful good, 
 Because its virtues are not understood. 
 Yet many things, impossible to thought, 
 Have been, by need, to full perfection brought. 
 Sharpness of wit, and active diligence ; 
 Prudence at once, and fortitude it gives, 
 And, if in patience taken, mends our lives ; 
 For even that indigence that brings me low, 
 Makes me myself, and Him above, to know. 
 
 Dryden. 
 
 Lord, grant, oh grant me thy compassion, 
 
 For I in thee my trust have placed ; 
 Display thy wings for my salvation, 
 Until my griefs are overpast. 
 
 To thee I sue, oh God most high, 
 To thee that canst all want supply. 
 
 George Wither. 
 
 On God for all events depend ; 
 
 You cannot want when God 's your friend. 
 
 Weigh well your part, and do your best ; 
 
 Leave to your Maker all the rest. 
 
 The hand which formed thee in the womb, 
 
 Guides from the cradle to the tomb. Cotton. 
 
 Father, 't is thine each day to yield 
 
 Thy children's wants a fresh supply ; 
 Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field, 
 
 And hearest the young ravens cry ; 
 On thee we cast our care, we live 
 
 Through thee, who know'st our every need, 
 O feed us with thy grace, and give 
 
 Our souls this day the living bread ! 
 
 J. Wesley.
 
 652 WAR. 
 
 WAR. 
 
 COME behold the works of the Lord : 
 
 He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth ; he breaketh 
 the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder ; he burneth the chariot in 
 the fire. Psalm xlvi. 8, 9. 
 
 They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into 
 pruning hooks : nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither 
 shall they learn war any more. Isaiah, ii. 4. 
 
 From whence come icars and fightings among you? come they not 
 hence, even of your lusts that war in your members? James, iv. 1. 
 
 O WAK, thou son of hell, 
 Whom angry heavens do make their minister ! 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 O, shame to men, devil with devil damned 
 Firm concord holds, men only disagree 
 Of creatures rational, though under hope 
 Of heavenly grace, and Grod proclaiming peace, 
 Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife 
 Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, 
 Wasting the earth, each other to destroy ; 
 As if, (which might induce us to accord,) 
 Man had not hellish foes enough besides, 
 That day and night for his destruction wait. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 Hash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd 
 Is only splendid murder. Thomson. 
 
 O war ! what, what art thou ? 
 At once the proof and scourge of man's fall'n state ? 
 After the brightest conquest, what appears 
 Of all thy glories ? for the vanquished chains ! 
 For the proud victors, what ? alas ! to reign 
 O'er desolated nations ! Hannah More. 
 
 War, horrid war! oh! would ye understand 
 That direful word that scourge of every land, 
 Oh! then peruse the well-known leaves that time 
 Himself hath traced in characters sublime : 
 Consult the archives of many a vast domain 
 Where pomp, and power, and crime once held their 
 reign,
 
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 And view with retrospective eye 
 
 Th' Imperial States whose awful destiny 
 
 It was to fade, decay, and disappear, 
 
 With scarce a trace to say " We once were here !" 
 
 Yet wars and battles mark'd their passing day 
 
 With strife tumultuous, and wild affray. 
 
 Count Frederick Von Erlach. 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war, 
 
 A kingly crown to gain ; 
 His blood red banner streams afar, 
 
 Who follows in his train? 
 
 Who best can drink his cup of woe, 
 
 Triumphant over pain ; 
 Who patient bears his cross below, 
 
 He follows in his train. 
 
 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
 
 Could pierce beyond the grave ; 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 
 And called on Him to save. 
 
 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He prayed for them who did the wrong, 
 
 Who follows in his train ? 
 
 A glorious band, the chosen few 
 
 On whom the Spirit came! 
 Twelve valiant saints, their hopes they knew. 
 
 And mocked the cross and flame. 
 
 They met the tyrant's brandished steel, 
 
 The lion's gory mane ; 
 They bow'd their necks the death to feel, 
 
 Who follows in their train? 
 
 A noble army men and boys, 
 
 The matron and the maid, 
 Around their Saviour's throne rejoice, 
 
 In robes of light array'd, 
 
 They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven, 
 
 Through peril, toil, and pain; 
 O God, to us may grace be given, 
 
 To follow in their train! Bishop Heber.
 
 654 WAR. 
 
 Secure from actual warfare, we have loved 
 
 To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war ! 
 
 Alas ! for ages ignorant of all 
 
 Its ghastlier workings, famine, or blue plague, 
 
 Battle or siege, or flight through wintry snows ! 
 
 We, this whole people, have been clamorous 
 
 For war and bloodshed ; animating sports, 
 
 The which we pay for as a thing to talk of; 
 
 Spectators and not combatants ! No guess 
 
 Anticipative of a wrong unfelt, 
 
 No speculation or contingency, 
 
 However dim and vague, too vague and dim 
 
 To yield a justifying cause ; and forth, 
 
 Stuffed out with big preamble, holy names 
 
 And adjurations of the God in heaven, 
 
 We send our mandates for the certain death 
 
 Of thousands and ten thousands ! Boys and girls, 
 
 And women that would groan to see a child 
 
 Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, 
 
 The best amusement for our morning's meal ! 
 
 The poor wretch who has learnt his only prayer 
 
 From curses, who knows scarcely words enough 
 
 To ask a blessing from his heavenly Father, 
 
 Becomes a fluent phraseman, absolute 
 
 And technical in victories and defeats, 
 
 And all our dainty terms for fratricide ; 
 
 Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues 
 
 Like mere abstractions, empty sounds, to which 
 
 We join no feeling, and attach no form ! 
 
 As if the soldier died without a wound ; 
 
 As if the fibres of this godlike frame 
 
 Were gored without a pang ; as if the wretch 
 
 Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds, 
 
 Passed off to heaven, translated, and not killed ; 
 
 As though he had no wife to pine for him, 
 
 No God to judge him. Coleridge. 
 
 Of all the murderous trades by mortals plied, 
 
 'T is war alone that never violates 
 
 The hallowed day by simulate respect 
 
 By hypocritic rest; no, no, the work proceeds, 
 
 From sacred pinnacles are hung the flags
 
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 That give the sign to slip the leash for slaughter, 
 The bells whose knoll a holy calmness poured 
 Into the good man's breast, whose sound consoled 
 The sick, the poor, the old perversion dire! 
 Pealing with sulphurous tongue, speak death-fraught 
 
 words. 
 
 From morn to eve destruction revels frenzied, 
 Till at the hour when peaceful vesper chimes 
 "Were wont to sooth the ear, the trumpet sounds 
 Pursuit, and flight altern ; and for the song 
 Of larks descending to their grass-bowered homes, 
 The croak of flesh-gorged ravens, as they slake 
 Their thirst in hoof-prints filled with gore, disturbs 
 The stupor of the dying man ; while death 
 Triumphantly sails down the ensanguined stream, 
 On corses, throned and crowned with shivered boughs, 
 That erst hung imaged in the crystal tide. 
 
 GraJtame. 
 
 When war the demon lifts his banner high 
 And loud artillery rends the affrighted sky ; 
 Swords clash with swords, on horses horses rush, 
 Man tramples man, and nations nations crush, 
 Death his vast scythe with sweep enormous wields ; 
 And shuddering pity quits the ensanguined fields. 
 
 Dr. Darwin. 
 
 How like a fiend may man be made, 
 Plying the foul and monstrous trade 
 Whose harvest-field is human life, 
 Whose sickle is the reeking sword! 
 Quenching, with reckless hands in blood, 
 Sparks kindled by the breath of God. 
 
 .7. G. WUttier. 
 
 Such is war ! 
 
 O heavens ! when will the spiritual Sun arise, 
 And with His beams effulgent, drive away 
 The mists of error that so long have hung 
 Their dark, unnatural drapery o'er the mind, 
 That broods o'er human carnage! when will man 
 Turn from the path of Cain, and learn to see 
 A brother without hating ? Rufus Dawes.
 
 656 WATCHING. 
 
 WATCHING. 
 
 WATCH and pray, that ye enter not into tempt ution. Matthew. 
 xxvi. 41. 
 
 What I say unto you I say unto all, Watch. Mark, xiii. 37. 
 
 If therefore thou shalt not iratch. I will come on thee as a thief, 
 and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thoe. Rev. iii. ;!. 
 
 THE towers of heaven are filled 
 With armed watch, that render all access 
 Impregnable. Milton. 
 
 Faithful soul, pray always ; pray, 
 
 And still in God confide ; 
 He thy feeble step shall stay, 
 
 Nor suffer thee to slide ; 
 Lean on thy Redeemer's breast ; 
 
 He thy quiet spirit keeps, 
 Rest in him, securely rest ; 
 
 Thy Watchman never sleeps. 
 
 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell, 
 
 Thy keeper can surprise ; 
 Careless slumbers cannot steal 
 
 On his all-seeing eyes; 
 He is Israel's sure defence; 
 
 Israel all his care shall prove, 
 Keot by watchful providence, 
 
 And ever-wakeful love. C. Wesley. 
 
 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
 
 From ev'ry rash and heedless word ; 
 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 
 The guilty path where sinners lead. Watts. 
 
 In time of tribulation, 
 
 Hear, Lord, my feeble cries ; 
 With humble supplication, 
 
 To thee my spirit flies ; 
 My heart with grief is breaking, 
 
 Scarce can my voice complain : 
 Mine eyes, with tears kept waking. 
 
 Still watch and weep in vain. 
 
 J. Montgomery.
 
 657 
 
 WATER, 
 
 HE hatli compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night 
 come to an end. Job, xxvi. 10. 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, when thou passest through the waters, I will 
 be with thee ; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee. 
 Isaiah, xliii. 1, 2. 
 
 Ho, every one that thirsteth. come ye to the waters. Isaiah. Iv. 1. 
 
 Ho ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh, 
 
 ('T is God invites a fallen race ;) 
 Mercy and free salvation buy ; 
 
 Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 
 Come to the living waters, come ! 
 
 Sinners, obey your Maker's call ; 
 
 Return, ye weary wanderers home, 
 
 And find my grace is free for all. 
 
 See from the Rock a fountain rise, 
 
 For you, in healing streams, it rolls ; 
 Money ye need not bring, nor price, 
 Ye labouring, burden'd, sin-sick souls. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 Come hither ye that thirst, 
 Come to the waters free, 
 With a blithesome bound and a joyful burst, 
 Like a bird in its liberty. 
 
 Drink at this holy spring, 
 
 That flows for ever bright, 
 Oh. hasten in faith ! make wing, make wing, 
 'T is a well of sweet delight. 
 
 This living ivater flows 
 
 Not heedlessly, nor vain ; 
 Drink, it a fountain of life bestows, 
 Ye never can thirst again. 
 
 Man's heart, that barren place, 
 
 Shall blossom like the rose, 
 Grow fertile in love, and abound in grace. 
 Wherever that icater flows. 
 
 And every plant shall show 
 Clusters of goodly fruit, 
 While all who gaze, in delight may know. 
 That Christ is at its root. 
 
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 658 WATER. 
 
 What fruit each plant may bring, 
 
 Is his, and only his ; 
 For He the lovely and constant spring 
 
 Of living water is. W. Martin. 
 
 Come let me view the wonder ! Let me look 
 
 On nature in her grandeur and her power ; 
 Reading the fairer portions of her book, 
 
 I may have missed her in her solemn hour, 
 
 Searching fresh beauty in each wildling flower, 
 And melody in every woodland song ; 
 
 I have not seen her when her features lower, 
 Or known the terrors that to God belong, 
 Not viewing, in his might, the terrible, the strong ! 
 Come, let me look into the vast abyss, 
 
 See the great rush, the whirlwind and the storms ; 
 Hear the "vast hell" where oceans "howl" and "hiss," 
 
 And fell destruction loveliness deforms. 
 
 Where is the horror which so much alarms, 
 At which alike timid and strong turn back ? 
 
 I hear no howls. I see no horrid forms ; 
 Nor dream of nations or of nature's wrack, 
 I see a mighty, but a lovely cataract. 
 No terrors sit upon its smiling brow, 
 
 There sunshine plays upon the waters clear; 
 And as it pours its mighty flood below, 
 
 Sunshine and glory make their dwelling there : 
 
 I wonder and admire, but cannot fear, 
 All is so lovely and so beautiful. 
 
 See ! the blessed bow of many tints is here, 
 A seven-fold bow of promised safety full, 
 Spanning the glorious whole, each rising fear to lull. 
 Pour on for ever, thou mighty flood, 
 
 Thy stream of goodness thus. For ever flow, 
 Unchanging emblem of infinitude, 
 
 Nor deem thy bounty needs a course more slow, 
 
 Unmeasured fountains pour their wealth below, 
 Where diamond wells in deep concealment lie ; 
 
 And constant streams that never ebb can know, 
 For ever flowing, bring their rich supply, 
 Fed by eternal streams springs which can never dry. 
 
 W. F. Rock.
 
 WAVES. 
 
 HITHERTO shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy 
 proud leaves be stayed. Job, xxxviii. 11. 
 
 Fear ye not me ? saith the Lord : will ye not tremble at my presence, 
 which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual 
 decree, that it cannot pass it : and though the waves thereof toss 
 themselves, yet can they not prevail ; though they roar, yet can they 
 not pass over it? Jeremiah, v. 22. 
 
 DEEP calleth unto deep. And what are we, 
 That hear the question of that voice sublime ? 
 O, what are all the notes that ever rung 
 From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! 
 Yea, what is all the riot man can make 
 In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! 
 And yet, bold babbler, what arc thou to Him 
 Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far 
 Above its loftiest mountains? a lio;ht wave, 
 That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might. 
 
 J. G. C. Brainard. 
 
 Thou, Thou alone, with whom, enthroned on high, 
 
 Sits co-essential wisdom, bad'st subside 
 
 The valleys, and the mountains, from amidst 
 
 Th' o'erwhelming moisture, heave their brow sublime. 
 
 The liquid troops, obedient to Thy voice, 
 
 Fled to the appointed station. Thou a bound 
 
 Hast set, they cannot pass ; nor ever spread 
 
 Their flowing mantle o'er th' invested earth: 
 
 Thou to the sea sayest, Hitherto advance, 
 
 And here thy proud licentious waves be stayed. 
 
 George Bally. 
 
 How oft the ruddy cheek will pale 
 
 To leave the earth behind! 
 How oft the glowing heart will quail 
 
 Before the tempest wind ! 
 We fear the billow's dash, but why P 
 
 There 's One to guard and save ; 
 There 's One whose wide and watchful eye 
 
 Sleeps not above the wave. 
 
 Eliza Cook.
 
 660 WAY. 
 
 WAY. 
 
 SHOW me thy ways, O Lord ; teach me thy paths. Psalm xxv. 4. 
 Jesus saith I am the way, the truth, and the life. John, xiv. 6. 
 
 The way of the wicked is an abomination unto the Lord. Proverbs, 
 xv. 9. 
 
 THOU canst accomplish all things, Lord of might! 
 
 And every thought is naked to Thy sight. 
 
 But O, Thy ways are wonderful, and lie 
 
 Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye. Young, 
 
 To me, O Lprd, be Thou "The Way" 
 
 To me be Thou "The Truth ;" 
 To me, my Saviour, be "The Life," 
 
 Thou Guardian of my youth ! 
 
 So shall that Way be my delight, 
 
 That Truth shall make me free ; 
 That Life shall raise me from the dead, 
 
 And then I '11 live to thee. Leigh Richmond. 
 
 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life 
 And hearts that, with presumption rife, 
 Would seek through other means to gain 
 Light, Truth, and Life, but toil in vain : 
 Thy hand alone controls our way, 
 Thy Truth bids darkness turn to day ; 
 And they Eternal Life have gained 
 Whose names are written on Thy Hand. 
 
 S. D. Patterson. 
 
 Know well, my soul, God's hand controls 
 
 Whate'er thou fearest ; 
 Round Him, in calmest music, rolls 
 
 Whate'er thou hearest. 
 
 What to thee is shadow, to Him is day, 
 
 And the end He knoweth ; 
 And not on a blind and aimless way 
 
 The Spirit goeth. J. G. Whittier.
 
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 WEAKNESS. 
 
 IT is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything 
 whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak. 
 Romans, xiv. 21. 
 
 Comfort the feeble-minded, support the weak. I. Thessalonians, v. 14. 
 
 WHAT weaker breast, 
 
 Since Adam's armour failed, dares warrant his P 
 That, made by God of all his creatures best, 
 Straight made himself the worst of all the rest : 
 If any strength we have, it is to ill ; 
 But all the good is God's, both power and will ; 
 The dead man cannot rise, though he himself may kill. 
 
 Giles Fletcher. 
 
 Ah ! what are we, but lumps of walking clay ? 
 
 Why should we swell ? Whence should our spirits 
 
 rise? 
 Are not the beasts as strong, and birds as gay, 
 
 Trees longer lived, and creeping things as wise ? 
 Only our souls were left an inward light, 
 To feel our weakness, and confess Thy might. 
 
 Sir H. Wotton. 
 
 Still let us, Lord, with grace be blest, 
 
 Who in thy guardian mercy rest, 
 
 Extend thy mercy's arms to me, 
 
 The weakest soul that trusts in Thee ; 
 
 And never let me lose thy love, 
 
 'Till I, even I, am crowned above. Dryden. 
 
 Oft have I heard of Thine Almighty power, 
 
 But never saw thee till this dreadful hour. 
 
 O'erwhelmed with shame, the Lord of life I see, 
 
 Abhor myself, and give my soul to Thee. 
 
 Nor shall my weakness tempt Thine anger more : 
 
 Man was not made to question, but adore. Young. 
 
 And though sometimes Thou seem'st Thy face to hide, 
 As one that had withdrawn his love from me, 
 
 'T is that my faith may to the full be tried, 
 And that I may thereby the better see 
 How iceak I am, when not upheld by Thee! 
 
 Thomas Ellwood.
 
 662 WEALTH. 
 
 WEALTH. 
 
 BLESSED is the man that feareth the Lord, 
 
 Wealth and riches shall be in his house. Psalm cxii. 1, 3. 
 
 Wealth gotten by vanity shall be diminished : but he that gathereth 
 by labour shall increase. Proverbs, xiii. 11. 
 
 Let no man seek his own, but every man another's wealth. 
 I. Corinthians, x. 24. 
 
 I HAVE no guide those honours to obtain, 
 Which men might heretofore by virtue gain ; 
 Nor have I wit if wealth were given me, 
 To think bought place or title honoured me ; 
 I yet have no belief that they are wise, 
 Who for base ends can basely temporize ; 
 Or that it will at length be all for me, 
 That I lived poor to keep my spirit free. 
 
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 I should on God alone so much depend, 
 
 That I should need nor wealth nor other friend. 
 
 Wither. 
 
 Wide-wasting pest ! that rages unconfined, 
 And crowds with crimes the records of mankind ; 
 For gold, his sword the hireling ruffian draws ; 
 For gold, the hireling judge distorts the laws ; 
 Wealth heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys, 
 The dangers gather as the treasures rise. 
 
 Dr. Johnson. 
 
 Glittering stones, and golden things, 
 Wealth and honours that have wings, 
 Ever fluttering to be gone, 
 I could never call my own : 
 Riches that the world bestows, 
 .. She can take, and I can lose; 
 But the treasures that are mine 
 Lie afar beyond her line, 
 When I view my spacious soul, 
 And survey myself a whole, 
 And enjoy myself alone, 
 I 'm a kingdom of my own. 
 
 Watts.
 
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 WEABINESS. 
 
 THE people shall weary themselves for very vanity. Habakkuk, 
 ii. IB. 
 
 Consider him that endureth such contradiction of sinners against 
 himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds. Hebrews, xii. 8. 
 
 Let us not be weary in well doing. Galatians. vi. 9. 
 
 POOE worldling ! stay thy vain pursuit of peace 
 In empty vanities : no good can live 
 In all the gilded charms that mock thee : cease 
 Thy hold on these ; loose every cord, and hear 
 The word of God : "Come ye that weary are ! 
 Ye heavy-laden, come, and I will give 
 You rest." O, heed that call! in holy fear, 
 In deep humility, bow down: the star 
 Of hope shall rise, and joy shall speak thy soul's release. 
 
 Isaac F. Shepard, 
 O, I am weary of this sinful life ! 
 Weary of error, and yet erring still, 
 Knowing, yet doing not Thy holy will, 
 O, I am weary of this endless strife ! 
 I ask not that Thou take me from the earth, 
 But keep me from its evils guide my feet, 
 And give me strength its many cares to meet 
 To act all worthy of my heavenly birth. 
 
 Mary J. Reed. 
 
 Weariness will follow those 
 
 Who touch upon their journey's close 
 
 But as the sun, though setting, burns 
 
 Still brightly, and to glory turns 
 
 The very clouds that round him roll; 
 
 So, even so, do thou my soul, 
 
 With in-born radiance, more and more, 
 
 Illume the shades of Sixty-four. 
 
 Nay, let a yet diviner power 
 
 Glorify thy latter hour : 
 
 Too long faithless and forlorn 
 
 Earthly image thou hast borne ; 
 
 Now that heavenly impress seek, 
 
 Which, when flesh is frail and weak, 
 
 Gives the soul new power to soar 
 
 Eagle-winged, at Sixty-four. Bernard Barton.
 
 664 WEEPING. 
 
 WEEPING. 
 
 THOU shalt teeep no more. - Isaiah, xxx. 19. 
 
 Blessed are ye that weep now : for ye shall laugh. Luke, vi. 21. 
 
 Jesus wept. John, xi. ;!5. 
 
 Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and ir?fj> with them that weep. 
 Romans, xii. 15. 
 
 THOUGH woe to joy ! And though at morn thou weep, 
 
 And though the midnight find thee weeping still, 
 Good cheer! good cheer! The Shepherd loves his 
 sheep 
 
 Resign thee to the watchful Father's will. 
 
 Rosegarten. 
 
 Oh ! glorious miracle of heavenly love ! 
 Oh ! wondrous spectacle of saving grace ! 
 Oh ! sympathy divine with human woe ! 
 He who had conquered death did condescend 
 To weep over a grave where others wept ! 
 How deep the lesson and how marvellous 
 The meaning of such sorrow ! 
 
 Said it not ; 
 
 Thy grief offends me not, if it be meek, 
 Trustful, and humble. I forbid not tears, 
 When they flow patiently. I would not close 
 The springs of sympathy. I made ye thus 
 To cling one to the other, and to feel 
 Each for his neighbour, both in joy and woe; 
 Yet teach your sorrow reverence ; and believe 
 That he who smites you is the Lord your God. 
 
 Miss Pardoe. 
 
 Thou who hearest plaintive music, 
 
 Or sweet songs of other days ; 
 
 Heaven-revealing organs pealing, 
 
 Or clear voices hymning praise, 
 
 And would'st weep, thou know'st not wherefore, 
 
 Though thy soul is steeped in joy ; 
 
 And the world looks kindly on thee ; 
 
 And thy bliss hath no alloy 
 
 Weep, nor seek for consolation, 
 
 Let the heaven-sent droplets flow, 
 
 They are hints of mighty secrets ; 
 
 We are wiser than we know. Charles Mackay.
 
 WELL. 665 
 
 WELL. 
 
 3iEK will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself. Psalm 
 xlix. 18. 
 
 Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well with him. Isaiah, iii. 10. 
 
 If when ye do well, and suffer for it, ye take it patiently, this is 
 acceptable with God. I. Peter, ii. 20. 
 
 SUCH music ! 
 Before was never made, 
 But when of old the sons of morning sung 
 Whilst the Creator great 
 His constellations set, 
 And the well-balanced world on hinges hung. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 To pray, without devotion, is to prate ; 
 And hearing is but half our exercise : 
 We ought not, therefore, to regard alone 
 How often, but how well, the work be done. 
 
 George Wither. 
 
 Circles are prais'd, not that abound 
 In largeness, but th' exalted round : 
 So life we praise that does excel 
 Not in much time, but acting well. Waller. 
 
 Am I doing well or ill ? 
 
 Soul, a solemn question this ! 
 Am I seeking to fulfil 
 God's most high and holy will, 
 Bending all mine efforts still 
 
 To attain eternal bliss P 
 Am I doing well or ill ? 
 
 Ask the world, and it will say 
 Well, for gold thy coffers fill ; 
 Thou hast learning, thou hast skill, 
 Thou hast climbed up fortune's hill, 
 
 And helped others on the way. 
 Am I doing well or ill ? 
 
 Still recurs the solemn quest ; 
 Worldly wealth, and men's good will, 
 Cannot satisfy, nor still 
 Anxious doubts, and fears that fill 
 
 Thee with sadness and unrest. Egone.
 
 666 WIFE. 
 
 WIFE. 
 
 WHOSO findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour 
 of the Lord. Proverbs, xviii. 22. 
 
 A prudent wife is from the Lord. Proverbs, xix. 14. 
 
 SEEK a good wife of thy God, for she is the best gift of 
 
 His Providence ; 
 Yet ask not in bold confidence that which He hath not 
 
 promised : 
 Thou knowest not His good will : be thy prayer then 
 
 submissive thereunto. 
 And leave thy petition to His mercy, assured that He 
 
 will deal well with thee. 
 If thou art to have a wife of thy youth, she is now living 
 
 on the earth, 
 Therefore think of her, and pray for her weal ; yea, 
 
 though thou hast not seen her. 
 They that love early become like-minded, and the 
 
 tempter toucheth them not : 
 They grow up leaning on each other, as the olive and 
 
 the vine. Martin F. Tupper. 
 
 True wife ! fond wife ! let us together lean, 
 Like trees with intertwining boughs, that so 
 Brave angry skies, whatever winds may blow : 
 
 And, though there interpose a cloudy screen, 
 
 Lift up their heads towards the blue serene 
 
 From whence the sunbeams, and the rain-drops flow, 
 By which they gather strength, and taller grow, 
 
 And keep their shoots and saplings fresh and green. 
 
 True wife ! fond wife ! we have together stood, 
 Through years of trial, each supporting each, 
 
 Ever unto the infinite and good, 
 
 Thy thoughts than mine have higher, wider reached ; 
 
 And I have felt how true the wise one's word ; 
 
 Thou art indeed a gift, a favour from the Lord ! 
 
 Egone. 
 My wife ! how fondly shall thy memory 
 
 Be shrined within the chamber of my heart ! 
 Thy virtuous worth was only known to me, 
 And I can feel how hard it is to part. 
 
 C. L. Chester.
 
 WILL. 667 
 
 WILL WILLING. 
 
 TEACH me to do thy will; for thou art my God. Psalm cxliii. 10. 
 Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Matthew, vi. 10. 
 The world passeth away, and the lust thereof : but he that doeth 
 the will of God abideth for ever. I. John, ii. 17. 
 
 "THY will be done. And is 't not ever done ? 
 But, as in heaven, it must be made our own. 
 His will must all our inclinations sway, 
 Whom nature, and the universe obey. 
 Happy the man, whose longings are confined 
 To what has been eternally designed; 
 Referring all to His paternal care, 
 To whom more dear than to ourselves we are ! 
 
 Waller. 
 
 Half mankind maintain a churlish strife 
 With Him, the Donor of eternal life, 
 Because the deed, by which His love confirms 
 The largess He bestows, prescribes the terms. 
 Compliance with His will your lot ensures, 
 Accept it only, and the boon is yours. 
 And sure it is as kind to smile and give, 
 As with a frown to say, Do this and live. Cowper. 
 
 Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme 
 
 These woes of mine fulfil, 
 Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, 
 
 Because they are Thy Will ! 
 Then all I want, (O, do Thou grant 
 
 This one request of mine,) 
 Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, 
 
 Assist me to resign. Burns. 
 
 Lord, I submit. Complete Thy gracious will, 
 For, if Thou slay me, I will trust Thee still. 
 O, be my will so swallowed up in Thine, 
 That I may do Thy will, in doing mine ? 
 
 Hannah More. 
 
 Subdued and instructed, I bow to Thy will; 
 My hopes and my longings to Thee I resign ; 
 O give me the heart that can wait and be still, 
 Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine ! 
 
 Sir R. Grant.
 
 668 WILL. 
 
 My God and Father, while I stray 
 
 Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
 
 teach me from the heart to say, 
 
 "Thy will be done !" 
 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize, it ne'er was mine; 
 
 1 only yield Thee what was Thine ; 
 
 "Thy will be done !" 
 Henew my will from day to day, 
 Blend it with thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say, 
 
 "Thy will be done !" 
 Then, when on earth, I breathe no more 
 The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, 
 I '11 sing upon a happier shore, 
 
 "Thy will be done!" 
 
 Elliott. 
 
 "O Father! not my will, but Thine be doue!" 
 
 So spake the Son. 
 Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise 
 
 Of griefs and joys 
 That we may cling for ever to Thy breast, 
 
 In perfect rest! Keble. 
 
 But now, see where He lies 
 
 On the cold ground, exposed to thick, dank air. 
 
 And all the fury of the maddening skies ! 
 
 See how each nerve and vein 
 
 Trembles and throbs with torture ! how His eyes 
 
 Start from their seat with anguish and despair ! 
 
 What drops of sanguine sweat roll down amain 
 
 From His fair limbs ! "O Father, O remove, 
 
 If possible, this cup, yet not My will, 
 
 But Thine be done !" O agonizing love ! 
 
 James Scott. 
 
 Perchance he gives his thousands to the poor 
 He well may give what he can use no more. 
 What willing charity ! gives, dares he say P 
 He gives, but not till Heaven has snatched away. 
 
 Thomas Ward.
 
 He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower, 
 Alike they 're needful to the flower ; 
 And joys and tears alike are sent 
 To give the soul fit nourishment. 
 As comes to me or cloud or sun, 
 Father! Thy will, not mine be done. 
 
 Oh, ne'er will I at life repine, 
 Enough that Thou hast made it mine. 
 Where falls the shadow cold of death, 
 I yet will sing with parting breath, 
 As comes to me or shade or sun, 
 Father ! Thy will, not mine be done. 
 
 Sarah Flower Adams. 
 
 It is a short and simple prayer, 
 
 But 't is the Christian's stay 
 Through every varied scene of care, 
 
 Until his dying day. 
 As through the wilderness of life 
 
 Calmly he wanders on, 
 His prayer in every time of strife 
 
 Is still "Thy will be done!" 
 
 Mary Anne Brown. 
 
 By scale and method works the Will Supreme, 
 Nor clouds, nor waves, without a limit stream ; 
 And all the floods that daylight never saw, 
 The rayless tide of ruin, owns a law. 
 
 O'er all confusions marring earth and air, 
 O'er all the shuddering hours of man's despair, 
 Still reigns one fixed decree of peace and love, 
 And still, though dim below, 't is bright above. 
 
 John Sterling. 
 
 Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness, 
 
 His own, thy will ; 
 And with strength from Him shall thy utter weakness 
 
 Life's task fulfil ; 
 
 And that cloud itself, which now before thee 
 
 Lies dark in view, 
 Shall, with beams of light, for the inner glory, 
 
 Be stricken through. ./. G. IFhitticr.
 
 670 
 
 WIND. 
 
 STORMY wind fulfilling His word. Psalm cxlviii. 8. 
 
 The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north, 
 it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according 
 to his circuits. Ecclesiastes, i. 6. 
 
 He that createth the irind, the Lord, the God of Hosts is His name. 
 Amos, iv. 13. 
 
 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound 
 thereof, but canst not tell whence it conieth, and whither it goeth : 
 so is every one that is born of the spirit. John, iii. 8. 
 
 WINDS, whence and whither do ye blow? 
 
 Ye must be born again to know. J. Montgomery. 
 
 God of the chainless winds that wildly wreck, 
 
 The moaning forest, and the ancient oak 
 
 Rend like a sapling spray, and sweep the sand 
 
 O'er the lost caravan, that trod with pride 
 
 Of tinkling bells, and camel's arching neck, 
 
 The burning desert, a dense host at morn, 
 
 At eve, a bubble, on the trackless waste. 
 
 God of the winds I canst Thou not rule the heart, 
 
 And gather back its passions, when Thou wilt, 
 
 Bidding them, "Peace be still!" Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 We come ! we come! and ye feel our might, 
 And we 're hastening on in our boundless flight, 
 And over the mountains, and over the deep 
 Our broad invisible pinions sweep, 
 Like the spirit of liberty, wild and free ! 
 And ye look on our works, and own 't is we, 
 Ye call us the winds ; but can ye tell 
 Whither we go, or where we dwell ? 
 
 Ye mark, as we vary our forms of power, 
 
 And fell the forest, or fan the flower, 
 
 When the harebell moves, and the rush is bent, 
 
 When the tower 's o'erthrown, and the oak is rent, 
 
 As we waft the bark o'er the slumbering wave, 
 
 Or hurry its crew to a watery grave : 
 
 And ye say it is we ! but can ye trace 
 
 The wandering winds to their secret place ?
 
 WIND. 671 
 
 And whether our breath be loud and high, 
 Or come in a soft and balmy sigh, 
 Our threatenings fill the soul with fear, 
 Or our gentle whisperings woo the ear, 
 With music aerial, still 't is we. 
 And ye list, and ye look ; but what do ye see? 
 Can ye hush one sound of our voice to peace, 
 Or waken one note, when our numbers cease ? 
 
 Our dwelling is in the Almighty's hand ; 
 We come and we go at His command : 
 Though joy or sorrow may mark our track, 
 His will is our guide, and we look not back : 
 And if, in our wrath, ye would turn us away 
 Or win us in gentlest air to play, 
 Then lift up your hearts to Him who binds, 
 Or frees as he will, the obedient winds. 
 
 Miss Gould. 
 
 Ye viewless minstrels of the sky ! 
 I marvel not on times gone by 
 
 That ye were deified : 
 For even on this later day, 
 To me oft has your power or play, 
 
 Unearthly thoughts supplied. 
 
 Ye restless, homeless, shapeless things ! 
 Who mock all our imaginings, 
 
 Like spirits in a dream ; 
 What epithet can words supply, 
 Unto the bard, who takes so high 
 
 Unmanageable theme ? 
 
 But one : to me, when fancy stirs 
 
 My thoughts, ye seem heaven's messengers, 
 
 Who leave no path untrod ; 
 And when, as now, at midnight hour, 
 I hear your voice in all its power, 
 
 It seems the voice of God. Bernard Barton. 
 
 The wind breathes low, the withering leaf 
 
 Scarce whispers from the tree ; 
 So gently flows the parting breath 
 
 When good men cease to be. W. P. O. Peabody.
 
 672 WISDOM. 
 
 WISDOM. 
 
 THE fear of the Lord that is wisdom. Job, xxviii. 28. 
 
 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto 
 wisdom. Psalm xc. 12. 
 
 Wisdom is the principal thing ; therefore get wisdom. Proverbs, 
 iv. 7. 
 
 How much better is it to get wisdom than gold. Proverbs, xvi. 16. 
 
 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all 
 men liberally, and upbraideth not : and it shall be given him. James, 
 i. 5. 
 
 THE wise, I here observe, 
 
 Are wise towards God, in whose great service still, 
 
 More than in that of kings, themselves they serve. 
 
 Sir W. Davenant. 
 He that is of reason's skill bereft, 
 And wants the staff of loisdom him to stay, 
 la like a ship in midst of tempest left, 
 Withouten helm or pilot her to sway ; 
 Full sad and dreadful is that ship's event : 
 So is the man that wants intendiment. Spenser, 
 
 Wisdom, the antidote of sad despair, 
 Makes sharp afflictions seem not as they are, 
 Through patient sufferance ; and doth apprehend, 
 Not as they seeming are, but as they end. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 Wisdom's self 
 
 Oft seeks so sweet, retired solitude ; 
 Where, with her best nurse contemplation 
 She plumes her feathers, and lets go her wings, 
 That in the various bustle of resort 
 Were all too muffled, and sometimes impaired. 
 
 Milton. 
 All is best, though we oft doubt 
 
 What the unsearchable dispose 
 Of highest wisdom brings about ; 
 
 And ever best found in the close. Milton. 
 
 So teach us, Lord, to count our days, 
 
 And eye their constant race, 
 To measure what we want in time, 
 
 By wisdom and by grace. Christopher Pitt.
 
 WISDOM. 673 
 
 Wisdom smiles when humble mortals weep. 
 When sorrow wounds the breast, as ploughs the glebe, 
 And hearts obdurate feel the softening shower, 
 Her seeds celestial then glad ivisdom sows, 
 Her golden harvest triumphs in the soil. Young. 
 
 The weak have remedies, the wise have joys : 
 Superior wisdom is superior bliss. Young. 
 
 When knowledge, at her Father's dread command, 
 
 Resigned to Israel's king her golden key, 
 
 O, to have joined the frequent auditors 
 
 In wonder and delight, that whilom heard 
 
 Great Solomon descanting on the brutes; 
 
 O, how sublimely glorious to apply 
 
 To God's own honour, and good-will to man, 
 
 That wisdom he alone, of man, possessed 
 
 In plenitude so rich, and cope so rare. Smart. 
 
 Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, 
 
 Have oft-times no connexion, knowledge dwells 
 
 In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; 
 
 Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. 
 
 Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, 
 
 The mere materials with which wisdom builds, 
 
 Till smooth'd and squared, and fitted to its place, 
 
 Does but encumber whom it seems t' enrich. 
 
 Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much, 
 
 Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Cowper. 
 
 Thus wisdom's words discover 
 
 Thy glory and Thy grace, 
 Thou everlasting Lover 
 
 Of our unworthy race ! 
 Thy gracious eye surveyed us 
 
 Ere stars were seen above ; 
 In wisdom Thou hast made us, 
 
 And died for us in love. Cowper. 
 
 When did wisdom covet length of days ? 
 Or seek its bliss in pleasure, wealth, or praise? 
 No : wisdom views with an indifferent eye 
 All finite things, as blessings born to die. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 * 2 x
 
 674 WISDOM. 
 
 Wisdom is humble, said the voice of God, 
 
 'Tis proud, the world replied. Wisdom, said God, 
 
 Forgives, forbears, and suffers, not for fear 
 
 Of man, but God. Wisdom revenges, said 
 
 The world ; is quick and deadly of resentment, 
 
 Thrusts at the very shadow of affront, 
 
 And hastes, by death, to wipe its honour clean. 
 
 Wisdom, said God, loves enemies, entreats, 
 
 Solicits, begs for peace. Wisdom, replied, 
 
 The world, hates enemies, will not ask peace, 
 
 Conditions spurns, and triumphs in their fall. 
 
 Wisdom mistrusts itself, and leans on Heaven, 
 
 Said God. It trusts and leans upon itself, 
 
 The world replied. Wisdom retires, said God, 
 
 And counts it bravery to bear reproach, 
 
 And shame, and lowly poverty, upright ; 
 
 And weeps with all who have just cause to weep. 
 
 Wisdom, replied the world, struts forth to gaze, 
 
 Treads the broad stage with clamorous foot, 
 
 Attracts all praises, counts it bravery 
 
 Alone to wield the sword, and rush on death ; 
 
 And never weeps, but for its own disgrace. 
 
 Wisdom, said God, is highest, when it stoops 
 
 Lowest before the Holy Throne ; throws down 
 
 Its crown, abased ; forgets itself, admires, 
 
 And breathes adoring praise. There wisdom stoops 
 
 Indeed, the world replied ; there stoops, because 
 
 It must, but stoops with dignity ; and thinks 
 
 And meditates, the while, of inward worth. PolloJc. 
 
 Come to my aid, celestial Wisdom, come; 
 From my dark soul dispel the doubtful gloom ; 
 My passions still, my purer breast inflame, 
 To sing that God from whom existence came. 
 
 Boyse. 
 
 See ! full of hope, thou trustest to the earth 
 The golden seed, and waitest till the Spring 
 
 Summons the buried to a happier birth ; 
 ^ But, in Time's furrow duly scattering, 
 
 Think'st thou how deeds, by wisdom sown, may be 
 Silently ripen'd for eternity ? Schiller.
 
 WISDOM. 675 
 
 Up ! 't is no dreaming time ! Awake ! Awake ! 
 For He who sits on the high Judge's seat, 
 Doth in His record mark each wasted hour, 
 Each idle word. Take heed thy shrinking soul 
 Find not their weight too heavy, when it stands 
 At that dread bar from whence is no appeal. 
 Lo, while ye trifle, the light sand steals on, 
 Leaving the hour-glass empty, and thy life 
 Glideth away ; stamp wisdom on its hours. 
 
 Mrs. Sigourney. 
 Few and precious are the words which the lips of 
 
 wisdom utter ; 
 To what shall their rarity be likened ? what price 
 
 shall count their worth? 
 Perfect and much to be desired, and giving joy with 
 
 riches, 
 
 No lovely thing on earth can picture all their beauty. 
 They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the 
 
 sullen waters of oblivion, 
 Which diligence loveth to gather, and hang round 
 
 the neck of memory ; 
 They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from 
 
 the islands of the blessed, 
 Which thought carefully tendeth, in the kindly garden 
 
 of the heart ; 
 They be sproutings of an harvest for eternity, bursting 
 
 through the tilth of time, 
 Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth 
 
 angel's food; 
 They be drops of the crystal dew, which the wings 
 
 of seraphs scatter, 
 When on some brighter sabbath, their plumes quiver 
 
 most with delight : 
 Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips 
 
 of wisdom utter. Martin F. Tapper. 
 
 Faith and hope 
 
 Will teach me how to bear my lot ! 
 To think Almighty Wisdom best, 
 
 To bow my head, and murmur not. 
 The chast'ning hand of One above 
 
 Falls heavy, but I kiss the rod, 
 He gives the wound, and I must trust 
 
 Its healing to the self-same God. Eliza Cook.
 
 676 WITNESS. 
 
 WITNESS. 
 
 A FAITHFUL witness will not lie : but a false witness will utter lies. 
 Proverbs, xiv. 5. 
 
 If we receive the witness of men, the witness of God is greater : for 
 this is the witness of God which he hath testified of his Son. 
 
 He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself. 
 I. John, v. 9, 10. 
 
 IN ocean's wide domains, 
 
 Half buried in the sands, 
 Like skeletons in chains 
 
 With shackled feet and hands. 
 
 Beyond the fall of dews, 
 
 Deeper than plummet lies, 
 Float ships, with all their crews, 
 
 No more to sink or rise. 
 
 There the black slave-ship swims 
 
 Freighted with human forms, 
 Those fettered, fleshless limbs 
 
 Are not the sport of storms. 
 
 These are the bones of slaves : 
 
 They gleam from the abyss ; 
 They cry from yawning waves, 
 
 "We are the Witnesses. 1 " 
 
 Within earth's wide domains 
 
 Are markets for men's lives ; 
 Their necks are galled with chains, 
 
 Their wrists are cramped with gyves. 
 
 Dead bodies, that the kite 
 
 In deserts makes its prey; 
 Murders, that with affright 
 
 Scare school-boys from their play. 
 
 All evil thoughts and deeds ; 
 
 Anger, and lust, and pride ; 
 The foulest, rankest weeds, 
 
 That choke life's groaning tide ! 
 
 These are the woes of slaves ; 
 
 They glare from the abyss ; 
 They cry, from unknown graves 
 
 " We are the Witnesses .'" Longfellow.
 
 WOE. 677 
 
 WOE. 
 
 WOE unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may 
 follow strong drink ; that continue until night, till wine inflame them. 
 Isaiah, v. 11. 
 
 Woe unto us, that we have sinned. Lamentations, v. 16. 
 
 VENOMOUS thornes that are so sharpe and kene, 
 Bear flowers we see full fresh and fayre of hue, 
 
 Poyson is also put in medicine, 
 
 And unto man his health doth oft renew. 
 
 The fire that all things eke consumeth clene 
 May hurt and heale ; then if this be true, 
 
 I trust sometime my harm may be my heal the, 
 
 Since every woe is joined with some wealth! 
 
 Wyatt. 
 
 Though life seem one uncomfortable void, 
 Guilt at thy heels, before thy face despair ; 
 Yet, gay this scene, and light this load of woe, 
 Compared with thy hereafter. Bishop Porteus. 
 
 But, God be thanked ! there are moments, when 
 Man, subdued by nature's mightiest powers, 
 Thinks even his purer self the sport of waves. 
 In such like moments 't is the Godhead shows us 
 The distance 'twixt itself and us, chastises 
 Man's vain audacity to equal it, 
 And casts him back to nothingness and woe. 
 In such like moments, even the wisest sinks 
 Unto the dust : he, too, is formed of dust ; 
 But soon again he rises purified 
 By Fate's worst blast, and thus the Eternal's will 
 Declares and proves its own omnipotence. 
 
 Herder. 
 
 But dreadful is their doom whom doubt has driven 
 To censure fate, and pious hope forego : 
 
 Like yonder blasted boughs, by lightning riven, 
 Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, 
 But frown on all that pass, a monument of woe. 
 
 Beattie.
 
 678 WOE. 
 
 Woe unto those that with the morning sun 
 Kise to drink wine, and set till he have done 
 His weary course ; not ceasing, until night 
 Have quenched their understanding with the light. 
 
 Bishop King. 
 
 The Son of God, in doing good, 
 
 Was fain to look to Heaven, and sigh ; 
 
 And shall the heirs of sinful blood 
 Seek joy unmixed in charity ? 
 
 God will not let love's work impart 
 
 Full solace, lest it steal the heart ; 
 
 Be thou content in tears to sow, 
 
 Blessing, like Jesus, in thy woe. Keble. 
 
 Voe vobis, ye whose lip doth lave 
 
 So deeply in the sparkling wine, 
 Regardless though that passion wave 
 
 Shut from the soul heaven's light divine ; 
 Vce vobis ! heed the trumpet blast, 
 
 Fly ere the leprous taint is deep, 
 Fly ! ere the hour of hope be past, 
 
 And pitying angels cease to weep. 
 
 Vce vobis, ye who fail to read, 
 
 That name which glows where'er ye tread, 
 The Alpha of an infant creed, 
 
 The Omega of the sainted dead; 
 'T is written where the pencill'd flowers 
 
 Their tablet to the desert show, 
 And where the mountain's rocky towers 
 
 Frown darkly on the vale below ; 
 
 Where roll the wondrous orbs on high, 
 
 In glorious order strong and fair, 
 In every letter of the sky 
 
 That midnight graves 't is there 't is there ! 
 It gleams on ocean's wrinkled brow, 
 
 And in the shell that gems its shore, 
 And where the solemn forests bow 
 
 Vce vobis, ye, who scorn the lore. 
 
 L. H. Sigourney.
 
 WOMAN. 679 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 WHO can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubie.s. 
 
 A woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Proverbs. 
 xxxi. 10, 30. 
 
 Nevertheless, neither is the man without the iroman, neither the 
 woman without the man in the Lord. I. Corinthian*, xi. 11. 
 
 WELL I understand, in the prime end 
 Of nature, her th' inferior in the mind 
 And inward faculties, which most excel 
 In outward ; also her resembling less 
 His image who made both, and less expressing 
 The character of that dominion given 
 O'er other creatures ; yet, when I approach 
 Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, 
 And in herself complete ; so well to know 
 Her own, that what she wills to do or say, 
 Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best ; 
 All higher knowledge in her presence falls 
 Degraded ! wisdom in discourse with her 
 Loses, discount'nanc'd, and like folly shows. 
 Authority and reason on her wait, 
 As one intended first, not after made 
 Occasionally ; and to consummate all, 
 Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat 
 Build in her, loveliest, and create an awe 
 About her, as a guard angelic placed. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 So woman, born to dignify retreat 
 Unknown to flourish, and unseen be great, 
 To give domestic life its sweetest charm, 
 With softness polish, and with virtue warm : 
 Fearful of fame, unwilling to be known, 
 Should seek but Heaven's applauses and her own ; 
 Should dread no blame but that which crimes impart, 
 The censures of a self-condemning heart. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 
 For woman is not undevelopt man, 
 But diverse : could we make her as the man, 
 Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this 
 Not like to like, but like in difference : 
 Yet in the long years liker must they grow ;
 
 680 WOMAN. 
 
 The man be more of woman, she of man ; 
 
 He gain in sweetness and in moral height, 
 
 Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world : 
 
 She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care : 
 
 More as the double-natured Poet, each : 
 
 Till at the last she set herself to man, 
 
 Like perfect music unto noble words ; 
 
 And so these twain upon the skirts of Time, 
 
 Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, 
 
 Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, 
 
 Self-reverent each, and reverencing each, 
 
 Distinct in individualities, 
 
 Bui like each other ev'n as those we love. 
 
 Then comes the statelier Eden back to men, 
 
 Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm ; 
 
 Then springs the crowning race of humankind ! 
 
 Tennyson. 
 
 What highest prize hath woman won 
 
 In science or in art ? 
 What mightiest work by woman done, 
 
 Boasts city, field, or mart? 
 "She hath no Raphael," Painting saith; 
 
 "No Newton," Learning cries ; 
 Show us her Steam-ship ! her Macbeth, 
 
 Her thought-won victories ! 
 
 Hail boastful man ! though worthy are 
 
 Thy deeds when thou art true, 
 Things worthier still and holier far, 
 
 Our sister yet will do ; 
 For this the worth of woman shows, 
 
 On every peopled shore, 
 That still as man in wisdom grows, 
 
 He honours her the more. 
 
 Oh ! not for wealth, or fame, or pow'r, 
 
 Hath man's weak angel striven, 
 But silent as the growing flower, 
 
 To make of earth a heav'n! 
 And in her garden of the sun, 
 
 Heaven's brightest rose shall bloom ; 
 For woman's best is unbegun ! 
 
 Her advent yet to come. Ebenezer Elliot.
 
 WORD. 681 
 
 WORD. 
 
 THY word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. 
 Psalm cxix. 105. 
 
 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, Thou 
 knowest it altogether. Psalm cxxxix. 4. 
 
 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth : but the word of our God 
 shall stand for ever. Isaiah, xl. 8. 
 
 Every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account 
 thereof in the day of judgment. Matthew, xii. 36. 
 
 ILL deeds are doubled with an evil word. 
 
 Shakspere. 
 
 Almighty Lord ! the sun shall fail, 
 
 The moon forget her nightly tale, 
 
 And deepest silence hush on high 
 
 The radiant chorus of the sky ; 
 
 But fixed for everlasting years, 
 
 Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres, 
 
 Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, 
 
 When heaven and earth have passed away. 
 
 Sir R. Grant. 
 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 
 
 To purchase pardon for His own ; 
 Nor will a soul by grace restored, 
 
 Return the Saviour's words alone. 
 Easy indeed it were to reach 
 
 A mansion in the courts above, 
 If swelling words and fluent speech, 
 
 Might serve instead of faith and love. 
 But none shall gain the blissful place, 
 
 Or God's unclouded glory see, 
 Who talks of free and sovereign grace, 
 
 Unless that grace has made him free. Cowper. 
 
 O happy they who know the Lord, 
 
 With whom he deigns to dwell, 
 He feeds and cheers them by His word, 
 
 His arm supports them well. 
 
 He helped His saints in ancient days, 
 
 Who trusted in His name ; 
 And we can witness to His praise, 
 
 His love is still the same.
 
 682 WOBD. 
 
 His presence sweetens all our cares, 
 
 And makes our burdens light ; 
 A word from Him dispels our fears, 
 
 And gilds the gloom of night. Neioton. 
 
 There is a stream whose gentle flow 
 
 Supplies the city of our God ; 
 Life, love, and joy, still gliding thro'. 
 
 And wat'ring our divine abode. 
 
 That sacred stream, Thy holy word, 
 
 That all our raging fear controls ; 
 Sweet peace Thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 When quiet in my house I sit, 
 
 Thy book be my companion still, 
 My joy Thy sayings to repeat, 
 
 Talk o'er the records of Thy will, 
 And search the oracles divine 
 Till every heart-felt word be mine. 
 
 may the gracious words divine 
 Subject of all my converse be ; 
 
 So will the Lord His follower join, 
 
 And walk and talk himself with me ; 
 So shall my heart His presence prove, 
 And burn with everlasting love. 
 
 Oft as I lay me down to rest, 
 
 O may Thy reconciling word 
 Sweetly compose my weary breast ! 
 
 While, in the bosom of my Lord, 
 
 1 sink in blissful dreams away, 
 And visions of eternal day. 
 
 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise, 
 
 Thee may I publish all day long ; 
 And let Thy precious word of grace 
 
 Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue, 
 Fill all my life with purest love, 
 And join me to the church above. C. Wesley.
 
 WOED. 683 
 
 Where deeds pull down, words can repair no faith. 
 
 Chapman. 
 
 A voice to light gave being : 
 
 To Time, and man his earth-born chronicler ; 
 
 A voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, 
 
 And sweep away life's visionary stir ; 
 
 The trumpet, (we intoxicate with pride, 
 
 Arm at its blast for deadly wars,) 
 
 To archangelic lips applied, 
 
 The grave shall open, quench the stars. 
 
 O silence ! are men's noisy years 
 
 No more than moments of thy life P 
 
 Is harmony, blest queen of smiles and tears, 
 
 With her smooth tones and discords just, 
 
 Tempered into rapturous strife, 
 
 Thy destined bond-slave ? No ! though earth be dust 
 
 And vanish, though the Heavens dissolve, her stay 
 
 Is in the icord, that shall not pass away. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Why, thou never-setting light, 
 
 Is thy brightness veil'd from me ? 
 Why does this unusual night 
 
 Cloud thy best benignity ? 
 I am lost without thy ray, 
 
 Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord! 
 Light my dark and erring way 
 
 To the noontide of thy word. 
 
 Bowring, from the Russian. 
 
 I saw one man, armed simply with God's Word, 
 
 Enter the souls of many fellow-men, 
 And pierce them sharply as a two-edged sword, 
 
 While conscience echoed back his words again ; 
 
 Till, even as showers of fertilizing rain 
 Sink through the bosom of the valley clod, 
 
 So their hearts opened to the wholesome pain, 
 And hundreds knelt upon the flowery sod, 
 One good man's earnest prayer, the link 'twixt them 
 and God. Mrs. Norton.
 
 684 WORKS. 
 
 WOEKS WOEK. 
 
 UNTO thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy ; for thou renderest to every 
 man according to his work. Psalm Ixii. 12. 
 
 The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have 
 pleasure therein. Psalm cxi. 2. 
 
 Prepare thy work without, and make it fit for thyself in the field : 
 and afterwards build thine house, Proverbs, xxiv. 27. 
 
 THESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of Good, 
 
 Almighty, Thine this universal frame, 
 
 Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! 
 
 Unspeakable, who sitt'st above the Heavens 
 
 To us invisible, or dimly seen 
 
 In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare 
 
 Thy goodness beyond thought and power divine. 
 
 Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 
 
 Angels ; for ye behold Him, and with songs 
 
 And choral symphonies, day without night, 
 
 Circle his throne rejoicing ! ye in Heaven, 
 
 On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol 
 
 Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 
 
 Milton. 
 
 If faith produce no works ; I see 
 That faith is not a living tree. 
 Thus faith and works together grow, 
 No separate life they e'er can know : 
 They 're soul and body, hand and heart, 
 What God hath joined, let no man part. 
 
 Hannah More. 
 
 O, how unlike the complex works of man, 
 
 Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! 
 
 No meretricious graces to beguile, 
 
 No clustering ornaments to clog the pile; 
 
 From ostentation, as from weakness free, 
 
 It stands, like the cerulean arch we see, 
 
 Majestic in its own simplicity. 
 
 Inscribed above the portal, from afar 
 
 Conspicuous as the brightness of a star, 
 
 Legible only by the light they give, 
 
 Stand the soul-quickening words : Believe and live ! 
 
 Cowper.
 
 WOEKS. 685 
 
 Oh how I love with melted soul to leave 
 
 The house of prayer, and wander in the fields 
 
 Alone ! what though the opening air be chill ! 
 
 Although the lark, checked in his airy path, 
 
 Eke out his song, perched on the fallow clod 
 
 That still o'ertops the blade ; although no branch 
 
 Have spread its foliage, save the willow wand 
 
 That dips its pale leaves in the swollen stream. 
 
 What though the clouds oft lower ; their threats but end 
 
 In summer showers, that scarcely fill the folds 
 
 Of moss-couched violets, or interrupt 
 
 The merle's dulcet pipe melodious bird ! 
 
 He hid behind the milk-white sloe-thorn spray, 
 
 (Whose early flowers anticipate the leaf,) 
 
 Welcomes the time of buds, the infant year. 
 
 Sweet is the sunny nook to which my steps 
 
 Have brought me, hardly conscious where I roamed, 
 
 Unheeding where so lovely all around, 
 
 The works of God arrayed in vernal smile. 
 
 Orahame. 
 
 How manifold Thy works, O Lord, 
 
 In wisdom, power, and goodness wrought ! 
 The earth is with Thy riches stored, 
 And ocean with Thy wonders fraught : 
 Unfathom'd caves beneath the deep 
 For Thee their hidden treasures keep. 
 
 /. Montgomery. 
 
 Wherever in the world I am, 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellowship with hearts 
 
 To keep and cultivate ; 
 And a work of lowly love to do 
 
 For the Lord on whom I wait. A. L. Waring. 
 
 Fellow-workers are we: hour by hour, 
 
 Human tools are shaping Heaven's great schemes, 
 Till we see no limit to man's power, 
 
 And reality outstrips old dreams. 
 Toil and struggle, therefore, work and weep, 
 In God's care ye shall calmly sleep, 
 
 When the night cometh. Mrs, Embury.
 
 686 WORKS. 
 
 Lord of all Being ! where can fancy fly, 
 
 To what far realms, unmeasured by thine eye ? 
 
 Where can he hide beneath Thy blazing sun, 
 
 Where dwell'st Thou not, the boundless, viewless One? 
 
 Shall guilt couch down within the cavern's gloom, 
 
 And quivering, groaning, meditate her doom ? 
 
 Or scale the mountains, where the whirlwinds rest, 
 
 And in the night-blast cool her fiery breast? 
 
 Within the cavern-gloom Thine eye can see, 
 
 The sky-clad mountains lift their heads to Thee ! 
 
 Thy spirit rides upon the thunder storms, 
 
 Darkening the sky with their terrific forms ! 
 
 Beams in the lightning, rocks upon the seas, 
 
 Roars in the blast, and whispers in the breeze ; 
 
 In calms, in storm, in Heaven, in earth, Thou art ! 
 
 Trace but Thy works, they bring Thee to the heart. 
 
 R. Montgomery. 
 
 The blackbird early leaves its rest 
 
 To meet the smiling morn, 
 And gather fragments for its nest 
 
 From upland, wood, and lawn. 
 The busy bee that wings its way 
 
 'Mid sweets of varied hue, 
 At every flower would seem to say 
 
 "There '$ work enough to do." 
 
 The cowslip and the spreading vine, 
 
 The daisy in the grass, 
 The snowdrop and the eglantine, 
 
 Preach sermons as we pass. 
 The ant within its cavern deep, 
 
 Would bid us labour too, 
 And writes upon its tiny heap, 
 
 "There 's work enough to do." 
 
 The planets, at their M aker's will, 
 
 Move onward in their cars, 
 For Nature's wheel is never still 
 
 Progressive as the stars ! 
 The leaves that flutter in the air, 
 
 And summer breezes woo, 
 One solemn truth to man declare 
 
 "There 's work enough to do." J. Burbidge.
 
 687 
 
 WORLD. 
 
 THE Lord is the true God, he is the living God, and an everlasting 
 king: 
 
 He hath made the earth by his power, he hath established the world 
 by his wisdom. Jeremiah, x. 10, 12. 
 
 What shall it profit a man. if he shall gain the whole world, and lose 
 his own soul ': Mark, viii. 36. 
 
 If the tcorld hate yon, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. 
 
 If ye were of the irorld, the world would love his own : but because ye 
 are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore 
 the world hateth you. John, xv. 18, 19. 
 
 Be not conformed to this irorld, but be ye transformed by the renew- 
 ing of your mind, that ye may prove what'is that good, and acceptable, 
 and perfect will of God. Romans, xii. 2. 
 
 The friendship of the irorld is enmity with God : whosoever therefore 
 will be a friend of the irorld, is the enemy of God. James, iv. 4. 
 
 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof : but he that doeth 
 the will of God abideth for ever. I. John, ii. 17. 
 
 THE weary mariner so fast not flies 
 
 An howling tempest, harbour to attain ; 
 
 Nor shepherd hastes, when frays of wolves arise, 
 
 So fast to fold, to save his bleating train ! 
 As I, wing'd with contempt and just disdain, 
 
 Now fly the world and what it most doth prize, 
 
 And sanctuary seek, free to remain 
 
 From wounds of abject times, and envy's eyes : 
 To me this world did once seem sweet and fair, 
 
 While sense's light mind's perspective kept blind ; 
 
 Now like imagin'd landscapes in the air, 
 And weeping rainbows, her best joys I find ; 
 
 Or if aught here is had that praise should have, 
 
 It is an obscure life and silent grave. 
 
 William Drummond. 
 
 Of this fair volume which we "world" do name, 
 If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, 
 
 Of him who it corrects and did it frame, 
 
 We clear might read the art and wisdom rare, 
 
 Find out his power, which wildest powers doth tame, 
 His providence extending everywhere, 
 His justice, which proud rebels doth not spare, 
 
 In every page no period of the same.
 
 688 WOELD. 
 
 But silly we, like foolish children, rest 
 
 Well pleas'd with colour'd vellum, leaves of gold, 
 Fair dangling ribbands leaving what is best ; 
 
 On the great writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; 
 Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught, 
 It is some picture on the margin wrought. 
 
 William Drummond, 
 
 Seek well another world ; who studies this, 
 Travels in clouds, seeks manna where none is. 
 
 Henry Vaughan. 
 
 Lord, mail my heart with faith, and be my shield, 
 And if a world confront me, I '11 not yield. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 
 To tremble, (as the creatures of an hour 
 Ought,) at the view of an Almighty power 
 Before His presence, at whose awful throne 
 All tremble in all worlds except our own ; 
 To supplicate His mercy, love His ways, 
 And prize them above pleasure, wealth, or praise ; 
 Though common sense, allowed a casting voice, 
 And free from bias, must approve the choice ; 
 Convicts a man fanatic in the extreme, 
 And wild as madness in the world's esteem. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 The joy that vain amusements give, 
 O, sad co Q elusion that it brings, 
 The honey of a crowded hive 
 
 Defended by a thousand stings. 
 'T is thus the world rewards the fools 
 
 That live upon her treacherous smiles ; 
 She leads them blindfold, by her rules, 
 And ruins all whom she beguiles. Cowper. 
 
 What is this world ? 
 
 What but a spacious burial-field unwalled, 
 Strewed with death's spoils, the spoils of animals, 
 Savage and tame, and full of dead men's bones ? 
 The very turf on which we tread once lived, 
 And we that live must lend our carcases, 
 To cover our own offspring : in their turns, 
 They too must cover theirs. Blair.
 
 WORLD. 689 
 
 Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, 
 I laughed and danced, I talked and sung, 
 And proud of health, of freedom vain, 
 Dreamed not of sorrow, care, nor pain : 
 Oh ! then in those light hours of glee, 
 I thought the world was made for me. 
 
 But when the hour of trial came, 
 And sickness shook my feeble frame, 
 And folly's gay pursuits were o'er, 
 And I could sing and dance no more, 
 Oh ! then I thought how sad 't would be 
 Were only this world made for me. 
 
 Princess Amelia. 
 
 Virtue, for ever frail as fair below, 
 
 Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, 
 
 Nor touches on the world without a stain; 
 
 The world 'a infectious. Young. 
 
 The world 's a school 
 
 Of wrong, and what proficients swarm around 
 We must or imitate or disapprove ; 
 Must 'list as their accomplices or foes ; 
 That stains our innocence, this wounds our peace. 
 
 Young. 
 i 
 
 Thrice happy world, where gilded toys 
 No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys. ! '' 
 
 There light or shade no more succeed by turns, 
 There reigns the eternal sun with an unclouded ray, 
 There all is calm as night, yet all immortal day, 
 And truth for ever shines, and love for ever burns. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
 The flower that smiles to-day, 
 
 To-morrow dies ; 
 All that we wish to stay, 
 
 Tempts, and then flies : 
 What is this world's delight ? 
 Lightning, that mocks the night, 
 Brief even as bright. Shelley. 
 
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 690 WOKLD. 
 
 Dreams cannot picture a world so fair 
 Sorrow and death may not enter there ; 
 Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, 
 For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, 
 It is there, it is there, my child ! 
 
 Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 Thou art, O God, the life and light 
 Of all this wondrous world we see ; 
 
 Its glow by day, its smile by night. 
 Are but reflections caught from Thee ; 
 
 Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, 
 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine, 
 
 Thomas Moore. 
 
 O world ! how little do thy joys 
 
 Concern a soul that knows 
 Itself not made for such low toys 
 
 As thy poor hand bestows ! 
 
 Then take away thy tinsel wares, 
 
 That dazzle here our eyes ; 
 Let us go up above the stars, 
 
 Where all our treasure lies. 
 
 The way we know : our dearest Lord 
 
 Himself lias gone before: 
 And has engaged His faithful word, 
 
 To open us the door. HicTcs. 
 
 The world is too much with us ; late and soon, 
 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
 Pass on, relentless world ! I grieve 
 
 No more for all that thou hast riven; 
 Pass on, in God's name, only leave 
 
 The things thou never yet hast given 
 A heart at ease, a mind at home, 
 
 Affections fixed above thy sway, 
 Faith set upon a world to come, 
 
 And patience through life's little day. 
 
 George Lunt.
 
 691 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 O WORSHIP the Lord in the beauty of holiness : fear before him, all 
 the earth. Psalm xcvi. 9. 
 
 In vain do they worship me, teaching for doctrines the command- 
 ments of men. -Mark, vii. 7. 
 
 But the hoar cometh, and now .is, when the true worshippers shall 
 worship the Father in spirit and in truth : for the Father ssuketh such 
 to worship him. John, iv. 23. 
 
 FIRST worship God ; he that forgets to pray 
 Bids not himself good-morrow nor good-day : 
 Let thy first labour be to purge thy sin, 
 And serve Him first, whence all things did begin. 
 
 Thomas R .;. dolph. 
 
 There is a j^y which angels well mi^ht prize : 
 To see, and hear, and aid God's w ship. wh?n 
 Unnumbered tongues a hon of Christian m^n, 
 Youths, matrons, maidens, join. Their -ounds arise 
 "Like many waters;" now glad symphonies 
 Of thanks and glory to our God. and then, 
 Seal of the social prayer, the loud Amen. 
 Faith's common pledge, contrition's mingled cries. 
 Thus when the church of Christ was hale and young, 
 
 She call'd on God, one spirit and one voice ; 
 Thus from corruption cleansed, with health new strung, 
 
 Her son she nurtured. Oh ! be theirs by choice, 
 What duty bids, to worship, heart and tongue, 
 At once to pray, at once in God rejoice ! 
 
 Bishop Ufant. 
 The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, 
 
 They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; 
 The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, 
 The big ha'-bible, ance his father's pride; 
 His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, 
 His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare; 
 
 Those strains that ance did sweet in Zion glide, 
 He wales a portion with judicious care ; 
 And "Let us worship God !" he says, with solemn air. 
 
 Burns. 
 
 Not always he 
 
 Hath holiest heart, whose worx/rip is most loud, 
 And that is purest prayer, where one alone is bowed. 
 
 G. H. Colton.
 
 692 WORSHIP. 
 
 Sweet is the solemn voice that calls 
 The Christian to the house of prayer ! 
 
 I love to stand within its walls, 
 
 For Thou, O Lord, art present there ! 
 
 I love to tread the hallowed courts, 
 Where two or three for worship meet ; 
 
 For thither Christ himself resorts, 
 And makes the little band complete. 
 
 Lyte. 
 
 The earth is one great temple, made 
 
 For worship everywhere ; 
 And its flowers are the bells, in glen and glade, 
 
 That ring the heart to prayer. 
 A solemn preacher is the breeze ; 
 
 At noon or twilight dim, 
 ' The ancient trees give homilies 
 
 The river hath a hymn. 
 For the city bell takes seven days 
 
 To reach the townsman's ear, 
 But he who kneels in nature's ways, 
 
 Hath sabbath all the year. T. K. Hervey. 
 
 Give to the sceptic gain and gaud; 
 
 The Christian envies not his lot, 
 Who, while his fellow-men applaud, 
 
 Is by his outraged God forgot. 
 More blest is he, who, 'mid the cares 
 
 Of this world's loud and busy mart, 
 The melody of worship bears 
 
 For ever, in his inmost heart. Miss Pardoe. 
 
 The God who reigns on high 
 The great archangels sing ; 
 And "Holy, holy, holy," cry, 
 
 "Almighty King! 
 Who was and is the same, 
 And evermore shall be ; 
 Jehovah, Father, Great I am, 
 
 We worship Thee." T. Olivers.
 
 WORTHY. 693 
 
 WORTHY. 
 
 THOU art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power : 
 for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and 
 were created. Revelation, iv. 11. 
 
 Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, 
 and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. 
 Revelation, v. 12. 
 
 COME, let us join our cheerful songs, 
 
 With angels round the throne, 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
 "To be exalted thus!" 
 "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
 
 "For He was slain for us." 
 
 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honour and power divine, 
 And blessings more than we can give, 
 
 Be Lord for ever Thine ! Watts. 
 
 Worthy, O Lord, art Thou, 
 
 That every knee should bow, 
 Every tongue to Thee confess ; 
 
 Universal nature join, 
 Strong and mighty, Thee to bless, 
 
 Gracious, merciful, benign. 
 
 Wisdom is due to Thee, 
 
 And might and majesty ; 
 Thee in mercy rich we prove, 
 
 Glory, honour, praise receive ; 
 Worthy thou of all our love, 
 
 More than all we pant to give. C. Wesley. 
 
 Sing we the song of those who stand, 
 
 Around the eternal throne, 
 Of every kindred, clime, and land, 
 
 A multitude unknown. 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," 
 
 Cry the redeem'd above, 
 " Blessing and honour to obtain, 
 
 And everlasting love." J. Montgomery.
 
 694 
 
 WOUND. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord : for it is good to sing praises unto our God. 
 He healeth the broken in heart, and bimletti up their wounds. Psalm 
 cxlvii. 1, 8. 
 
 The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity : but a wounded spirit 
 who can bear? Proverbs, xviii. 14. 
 
 He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our in- 
 iquities : the chastisement of our peace was upon him ; and with his 
 stripes we are healed. Isaiah, liii. 5. 
 
 No wounds like those a wounded spirit feels, 
 
 No cure for such, till God, who makes them, heals. 
 
 And thou. sad sufferer under nameless ill, 
 
 That yields not to the touch of human skill, 
 
 Improve the kind occasion, xmderstand 
 
 A Father's frown, and kiss His chastening hand. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 Come ! said Jesus' sacred voice, 
 Come, and make my ways your choice : 
 I will guide you to your home ; 
 Weary pilgrim, hither come. 
 
 Ye, by fiercest anguish torn, 
 
 In strong remorse for guilt, who mourn ; 
 
 Here repose your heavy care : 
 
 A wounded spirit who can bear? 
 
 Mrs. Barbauld. 
 
 Saviour ! all the stone remove 
 
 From my flinty, frozen heart; 
 Thaw it with the beams of love, 
 
 Pierce it with Ihy mercy's dart: 
 Wound the heart that wounded Thee; 
 Break it in Gethsemane ! Hart. 
 
 Angels rejoice in Jesu's grace, 
 And vie with mnn's more favoured race, 
 The blood that did for us atone, 
 Conferred on them some gift unknown ; 
 Their joy through Jesu's pains abounds, 
 They triumph by his glorious wounds. 
 
 C. Wesley.
 
 WRATH. 695 
 
 WRATH. 
 
 O LORD rebuke me not in thy wrath.: neither chasten me in Thy 
 hot displeasure. Psalm xxxviii. 1. 
 
 He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding : but he that 
 is hasty of spirit exalteth folly. Proverbs, xiv. 29. 
 
 O Lord, in wrath, remember mercy. Habakkuk, iii. 2. 
 
 For the great day of his wrath is come: and who shall be able to 
 stand. Revelation, vi. 17. 
 
 O THROW away Thy rod, 
 
 O throw away Thy wrath ! 
 My gracious Saviour and ray God, 
 
 O take the gentle path ! 
 
 Thou seest my heart's desire 
 
 Still unto Thee is bent ; 
 Still does my longing soul aspire 
 
 To an entire consent. 
 
 Not even a word or look 
 
 Do I approve or own, 
 But by the model of Thy book, 
 
 Thy sacred book alone. 
 
 Although I fail, I weep ; 
 
 Although I halt in pace, 
 Yet still with trembling steps I creep 
 
 Unto the throne of grace. 
 
 O then, let wroth remove ! 
 
 For love will do the deed : 
 Love will the conquest gain ; with love 
 
 E'en stony hearts will bleed. 
 
 O throw away Thy rod ! 
 
 What though man frailties hath ! 
 Thou my Saviour and my God, 
 
 O throw away Thy wrath! Herbert. 
 
 Awake! 
 
 Thou who shalt wake when the creation sleeps ; 
 When, like a taper, all these suns expire ; 
 When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, 
 Plucking the pillars that support the world, 
 In Nature's ample ruins lies intombed; 
 And midnight, universal midnight reigns ! Young.
 
 696 WUATII. 
 
 Dreadful attempt ! 
 
 Just reeking from self-slaughter, in a rage 
 To push into the presence of our Judge! 
 As if we challenged Him to do His worst, 
 And mattered not His wrath. Blair. 
 
 O day of wrath I that dreadful day, 
 
 When earth in dust shall pass away ! 
 
 What dread shall strike the sinner dumb, 
 
 When the Almighty Judge shall come, 
 
 Every hidden sin to sum ! 
 
 When the wondrous trumpet's tone, 
 
 Ringing through each cavern lone, 
 
 Calls the dead before the Throne 
 
 When cruel death himself shall die, 
 
 And, freed from dark mortality, 
 
 The creature to his Judge reply : 
 
 What shall then that creature say ? 
 
 What power shall be the sinner's stay, 
 
 When the just are in dismay ? 
 
 Lord of all power and majesty, 
 
 Pure fountain of all piety, 
 
 Save us when we cry to Thee ! 
 
 O thou whose vengeance waits on sin, 
 
 Cleanse our souls from guilt within, 
 
 Ere the day of wrath begin ! 
 
 With suppliant heart and bended knee, 
 
 Low stooping in the dust to Thee, 
 
 Lord ! save us in extremity ! 
 
 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay 
 Be thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 
 From the Latin, R. P. 
 
 The day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
 
 Shall all the world in ashes lay, 
 
 The last loud trumpet's mighty sound 
 
 Shall wake the nations under ground. 
 
 Thou Great Creator of mankind, 
 
 Let guilty souls now favour find ; 
 
 My G-od, my Saviour, and my Friend, 
 
 Do not forsake me in the end. Roscommon.
 
 YEAR. 697 
 
 YEAR. 
 
 WHEN a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall 
 not return. Job, xvi. 22. 
 
 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, thy paths drop fatness. 
 Psalm Ixv. 11. 
 
 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, 
 and as a watch in the night. 
 
 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath : we spend our years 
 as a tale that is told. 
 
 The days of our years are threescore years and ten ; and if by reason 
 of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and 
 sorrow ; for it is soon cut off, 'and we fly away. Psalm xc. 4, 9, 10. 
 
 If a man live many years and rejoice in them all ; yet let him remem- 
 ber the days of darkness for they shall be many. Ecclesiastes, xi. 8. 
 
 ANOTHEB year of time has passed away, 
 
 And long eternity is drawing near : 
 Another year perhaps another day, 
 
 And man and all his works, may disappear, 
 Time 's but a courser, and his fleet career 
 
 May end before he reach another round ; 
 Or, should he chance to run another year, 
 
 He lays a thousand dead at every bound ! 
 Why longer trust to future years in store ? 
 
 Why hang our hopes upon a spider's thread ? 
 Begin the work of life, and, sleep no more, 
 
 A flower late planted ne'er may raise its head ; 
 Or choked by weeds neglected in the soil, 
 May never, never bloom, nor shed a cheerful smile. 
 
 Peter Still. 
 
 Eternal source of every joy, 
 Well may Thy praise our lips employ, 
 While in Thy temple we appear 
 To hail Thee sovereign of the year. 
 
 Wide as the wheels of nature roll 
 Thy hand supports and guides the whole ! 
 The sun is taught by Thee to rise, 
 And darkness when to veil the skies. 
 
 The flowery spring at Thy command, 
 Perfumes the air and paints the land ; 
 The summer rays with vigour shine 
 To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
 
 698 TEAR. 
 
 1 hy hand, in Autumn, richly pours 
 Through all our coast? redundant stores ; 
 And winters softened by thy care, 
 No more the face of horror wear. 
 
 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
 Demand successive songs of praise ; 
 And be the grateful homage paid, 
 With morning light and evening shade. 
 
 Here in thy house let incense rise, 
 And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, 
 Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 The middle watch is past ! Another year 
 Dawns on the human race with hope and fear. 
 The last has gone, with mingl'd sigh and song, 
 To join for ever its ancestral throng ; 
 And Time reveals, 
 As past it steals, 
 The potent hand of God, the Everlasting, 
 
 Guiding the Sun, with all his blazing peers, 
 
 And filling up the metisure of our years, 
 Until Messiah, Prince, to judgment hasting, 
 
 Shall roll the darkness from this world of sin, 
 
 And bid a bright eternity begin. 
 
 The years fly faster than they did whilom 
 
 With greater speed they go, with greater come, 
 
 Has time renewed its youth P or fearing age, 
 
 Perspiring, pants it to fulfil its stage P 
 Perhaps men's fears, 
 And falling tears, 
 
 Oiling its wheels has caused this rapid rolling; 
 Or, urged along by old Creation's groans, 
 And sympathizing with its piteous moans, 
 
 It flies to set their massive death-bell tolling; 
 When blooming Paradise shall clothe the earth, 
 And angels shout to heaven its second birth. 
 
 All years are like, yet no one like another ; 
 
 Sons of one sire, yet no one like his brother ;
 
 YEAR. 699 
 
 All use one language, yet the tales they tell 
 Speak now of earth, anon of heaven and hell. 
 They all are sent, 
 With kind intent, 
 The messengers of God, the loving Father, 
 
 To tell his weeping children, that his eye 
 
 Watches their sorrows from his world on high, 
 Where, near himself, he means them all to gather; 
 
 Yet when they reach this cloud-environ'd globe, 
 
 These messengers assume a sable robe. 
 
 On then, ye years ! accelerate your flight ; 
 Ye '11 sooner cross the realm of murky night, 
 On, on, unresting! till your pinions, riven, 
 Drop down exhausted in the vault of heaven ! 
 And thou, O Time, 
 The sage sublime, 
 Nobly obedient to the King Eternal, 
 
 Shalt lay thy silver'd head to peaceful rest, 
 Close by the mansions of the ransom'd blest, 
 Who on thy breast were borne to joys supernal. 
 Then shall the memory of thy faithful flight 
 Be set to music in the realms of light ! 
 
 W. Leask. 
 
 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 
 
 And raise your voices high : 
 Awake, and praise that sov'reign love, 
 
 That shows salvation nigh ! . 
 
 On all the wings of time it flies ; 
 
 Each moment brings it near ; 
 Then welcome each declining day ! 
 
 Welcome each closing year. Doddridge. 
 
 Old time has turn'd another page 
 
 Of eternity and truth ; 
 He reads with a warning voice to age, 
 
 And whispers a lesson to youth. 
 A yf-ar has fled o'er heart and head 
 
 yince last the yule-log burnt ; 
 And we have a task to closely ask, 
 
 What the bosom and brain have learnt?
 
 700 
 
 Oh ! let us hope that our souls have run 
 
 With wisdom's precious grains ; 
 Oh ! may we find that our hands have done 
 
 Some work of glorious pains. 
 Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year, 
 
 While the holly gleams above us ; 
 With a pardon for the foes who hate, 
 
 And a prayer for those who love us. 
 
 We may have seen some loved ones pass 
 
 To the land of hallow'd rest ; 
 We may miss the glow of an honest brow 
 
 And the warmth of a friendly breast : 
 But if we nursed them while on earth, 
 
 With hearts all true and kind, 
 Will their spirits blame the sinless mirth 
 
 Of those true hearts left behind ? 
 No no ! it were not well or wise 
 
 To mourn with endless pain ; 
 There 's a better world beyond the skies, 
 
 Where the good shall meet again. 
 Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year, 
 
 While the holly gleams above us ; 
 With a pardon for the foes who hate, 
 
 And a prayer for those who love us. 
 
 Have our days rolled on serenely free 
 
 From sorrow's dim alloy P 
 Bo we still possess the gifts that bless 
 
 And fill our souls with joy ? 
 Are the creatures dear still clinging near ? 
 
 Do we hear loved voices come ? 
 Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed 
 
 A halo round our home ? 
 Oh, if we do, let thanks be pour'd 
 
 To Him who hath spared and given, 
 And forget not o'er the festive board 
 
 The mercies held from heaven. 
 Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year, 
 
 While the holly gleams above us ; 
 With a pardon for the foes who hate, 
 
 And a prayer for those who love us. 
 
 Eliza Cook.
 
 701 
 
 YOUTH. 
 
 WHEREWITHAL shall a young man cleanse his way ? by taking heed 
 thereto according to Thy word. Psalm cxix. 9. 
 
 I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find 
 me. Proverbs, viii. 17. 
 
 Rejoice young man in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee 
 in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and 
 in the sight of thine eyes : but know thou, that for all these things 
 God will bring thee into judgment. Ecclesiastes, xi. 9. 
 
 THRICE happy lie whose downy age had been 
 
 Reclaimed by scourges from the prime of sin ; 
 
 And, early seasoned with the taste of truth, 
 
 Remembers his Creator in his youth. 
 
 Francis Quarles. 
 
 Something of youth I in old age approve, 
 But more the marks of age in youth I love. 
 Who this observes, may in his body find 
 Decrepit age, but never in his mind. Denham. 
 
 Youth lost in dissipation, we deplore 
 
 Through life's sad remnant, what no sighs restore ; 
 
 Our years, a fruitless loss without a prize, 
 
 Too many yet too few to make us wise. Cowper. 
 
 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 
 
 Of pure and heavenly root ; 
 But fairest in the youngest shows, 
 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. Cowper. 
 
 Youth 's a soft scene, but trust her not ; % 
 
 Her airy minutes swift as thought, 
 
 Slide off the slippery sphere ; 
 Moons with their months make hasty rounds, 
 The sun has passed his vernal bounds, 
 
 And wheels about his year. Watts. 
 
 For pleasures, vanities, and hates, 
 
 The compact we renew, 
 And Judas rises in our hearts 
 
 We sell our Saviour too. 
 How, for some moments' vain delights, 
 
 We will embitter years, 
 And in our youth lay up for age 
 
 Only remorse and tears. Miss Landon.
 
 702 YOUTH. 
 
 Days of my youth I ye have glided away ; 
 Hairs of my youth I ye are frosted and gray ; 
 Eyes of my youth ! your keen sight is no more ; 
 Cheeks of my youth ! ye are furrow'd all o'er; 
 Strength of my youth ! all your vigour is gone ; 
 Thoughts of my youth 1 your gay visions are flown. 
 
 Days of my youth ! I wish not your recall ; 
 Hairs of my youth ! I 'm content you should fall ; 
 Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen; 
 Cheeks of my youth I bathed in tears have you been; 
 Thoughts of my youth ! ye have led me astray ! 
 Strength of my youth! why lament your decay? 
 
 Days of my age ! ye will shortly be past ; 
 Pains of my age ! but awhile can ye last ; 
 Joys of my age ! in true w isdorn delight ; 
 Eyes of my age ! be religion your light ; 
 Thoughts of my age ! dread not the cold sod ; 
 Hopes of my age ! be ye fixed on your God ! 
 
 C. Tucker. 
 
 Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest, 
 
 Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze ; 
 Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest, 
 
 And joy's pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways ; 
 Come while sweet buds, like summer flowers unfolding, 
 
 Waken rich feelings in the careless breast ; 
 While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding, 
 
 Come and secure interminable rest ! 
 
 Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, 
 
 Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die ; 
 Ere the gay spell which earth is round thee throwing, 
 
 Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky ; 
 Life hath but shadows, save a promise given, 
 
 Which lights the future with a fadeless ray; 
 O, touch the sceptre, win a hope in Heaven ; 
 
 Come, turn thy spirit from the world away ! 
 
 Willis G. Clark. 
 
 Live that thy young and glowing breast 
 
 Can think of death without a sigh, 
 And be assured that life is best 
 
 Which finds us least afraid to die. Eliza Cook.
 
 703 
 
 ZEAL. 
 
 FOR I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not 
 according to knowledge. Romans, x. 2. 
 
 It is good to be zealously affected always in a good thing. Galatians, 
 iv. 18. 
 
 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten : be zealous, therefore, and 
 repent. Revelation, iii. 19. 
 
 FAREWELL to earth ; my life of sense is o'er ; 
 
 My heart is changed, I feel my bonds untied; 
 
 And casting every thought impure aside, 
 My guilty course abandon and deplore. 
 Fallacious leaders I obey no more ; 
 
 I follow thee, refuse all other guide ; 
 
 And ne'er did shipwrecked bark with broken side 
 Loose from the shelves more anxious for a shore. 
 And since I spent with risk of mortal harm, 
 
 My life and dearest hours, nor gathered thence 
 
 Profit or fruit, I crowd my sail to thee. 
 Lord, I am turned ! now let thy gracious arm 
 
 Sustain me : and my future service be 
 With zeal proportioned to my past offence. 
 
 From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma. 
 
 Zeal, is that pure and heavenly flame 
 
 The fire of love supplies ; 
 While that which often bears the name, 
 
 Is self in a disguise. 
 
 True zeal is merciful and mild, 
 
 Can pity and forbear ; 
 The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild ; 
 
 And breathes revenge and war. 
 
 'While zenl for truth the Christian warms, 
 
 He knows the worth of peace ; 
 But self, contends for names and forms, 
 Its party to increase. 
 
 Zeal has attained its highest aim, 
 
 Its end is satisfied, 
 If sinners love the Saviour's name, 
 
 Nor seeks it ought beside. Newton.
 
 704 ZEAL. 
 
 If, gracious God, in life's green, ardent year, 
 
 A thousand times thy patient love I tried ; 
 With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sere. 
 
 Thy gifts perverted, and thy power defied : 
 O grant me, now that wintry snows appear 
 
 Around my brow, and youth's bright promise hide. 
 Grant me with reverential awe to hear 
 
 Thy holy voice, and in thy word confide ! 
 Blot from my book of life its early stain ! 
 
 Since days misspent will never more return, 
 
 My future path do thou in mercy trace ; 
 So cause my soul with pious zeal to burn, 
 
 That all the trust which in thy name I place, 
 Frail as I am, may not prove wholly vain. 
 
 From the Italian of Pietro Bembo. 
 
 With zeal we watch, 
 
 And weigh the doctrine, while the spirit 'scapes ; 
 And in the carving of our cummin-seeds, 
 Our metaphysical hair-splitting, fail 
 To note the orbit of that star of love 
 Which never sets. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 It is well to be zealous for the truth, 
 
 God loveth not those who are lukewarm ; 
 Fear not the reproach of the world ; 
 
 Hide not thy light under a bushel ; 
 Tfell thy neighbour, or those in high places, 
 
 Of the sin which thou see'st them committing, 
 Yet not roughly, nor rudely, though firmly, 
 
 But temper thy zeal with discretion. 
 
 It is well to be zealous, for so were 
 
 Of old those who bore God's commission ; 
 Their hearts burned like coals from the altar, 
 
 And they pressed towards the mark of their calling. 
 So do thou, in thy sphere and station, 
 
 Spread the truth as it dwelleth in Jesus ; 
 In season and out be thou instant; 
 
 Let thy zeal be according to knowledge. Egone.
 
 705 
 ZION. 
 
 OUT of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined. Psalm 1. 2. 
 
 For the Lord hath chosen Zion; He hath desired it for His habi- 
 tation. Psalni cxxxii. 13. 
 
 Behold I lay in Zion a stumbling-stone and rock of offence ; and 
 whomever believeth on Him shall not be ashamed. -Romans, ix. 33. 
 
 GLORIOUS tkings of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion, city of our God! 
 He, whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Formed thee for His own abode. 
 
 On the rock of ages founded, 
 
 What can shake Thy sure repose ? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 
 Thou may'st smile at all Thy foes. 
 
 Saviour, if of Zion's city 
 
 I through grace a member am, 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 
 I will glory in the name. 
 
 Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 
 
 All his boasted pomp and show ; 
 Solid joys, and lasting treasure, 
 
 None but Zion's children know. Newton, 
 
 Keep thou Zion-ward. thy face, 
 
 Ask in faith the aid of grace, 
 
 Use the strength which grace shall give, 
 
 Die to self, in Christ to live. Bernard Barton. 
 
 Go, walk about Zion and measure the length, 
 Her walls and her bulwarks mark well ; 
 
 Contemplate her palaces, glorious in strength, 
 Her towers and their pinnacles tell. 
 
 Then say to your children : "Our stronghold is tried, 
 
 This God is our God to the end ; 
 His people for ever his counsels shall guide, 
 His arm shall for ever defend." 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 * 2 z
 
 706 ZION. 
 
 By Babylon's proud stream we sate, 
 And tears gushed quick from every eye, 
 
 When our own Zions fallen state 
 Came rushing to our memory ; 
 
 And there, the willow-groves among, 
 
 Sorrowing, our silent harps we hung. . 
 
 For there our tyrants in their pride, 
 Bade Judah raise the exulting strain, 
 
 And our remorseless spoilers cried, 
 
 "Come breathe your native hymns again." 
 
 Oh, how in stranger climes can we 
 
 Pour forth Jehovah's melody ? 
 
 When thou, loved Zion, art forgot, 
 
 Let this unworthy hand decay ; 
 When Salem is remembered not, 
 
 Mute be these guilty lips for aye ! 
 Yea, if in transport's livelier thrill, 
 Thou, Zion, art not dearer still ! Thomas Dale. 
 
 He who slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, 
 His ancient watch around us keepeth ; 
 Still sent from His creating hand, 
 New witnesses for truth shall stand 
 !New instruments to sound abroad 
 The Gospel of a risen Lord ; 
 
 To gather to the fold once more 
 The desolate and gone astray, 
 The scattered of a cloudy day, 
 
 And Zions broken walls restore. 
 
 J. G. WhiUier. 
 The Lord shall comfort Zion, 
 
 Her places waste restore, 
 And, of her silent wilderness, 
 
 Make Eden bloom once more ; 
 His garden she shall then become, 
 
 A nd worthy of His choice, 
 Gladness and thanks in all her smiles, 
 
 And music in her voice. W. G. Simms.
 
 INDEX OF ATJTHOBS' NAMES. 
 
 ADAMS, JOHN JAY, (American.) Page 459. 
 
 ADAMS, SARAH FLOWER, (American.) 308 669. 
 
 ADDISON, JOSEPH. Born 1672, Died 1719. 90 175 204 271 
 
 304 536 561 572 598. 
 
 AKENSIDE, MARK. Born 1721, Died 1770. 141 375 383 561. 
 ALCIPHRON, (Greek.) 2nd. century A. C. 284. 
 ALDRICH, REV. HENRY, D.D. Born 1647, Died 1710. 389. 
 ALEXANDER, A. 316 374 485. 
 ALEXANDER, J. 574. 
 ALFORD, HENRY. 532. 
 ALLEN, WILLIAM. 626. 
 ALLMANN, GEORGE J. 0. 186. 
 AMELIA, PRINCESS. Born 1783, Died 1810. 689. 
 ANAXANDMDES, (Greek.) 4th. century, B. C. 21. 
 ANDERSON, WILLIAM. 296 630. 
 ANGELO, MICHAEL Michael Ana;elo Buonarotti, (Italian.) Born 
 
 1474, Died 1563. 157 368 483. 
 ANONYMOUS. 9 17 18 30 31 54 60 119 130 135 138 141 143 
 
 146 153 164 219 222 242 243 248 253 272 277 279 292 304 
 
 309 319 323 334 342 362 380 444 461 466 512 534 559 577 
 
 611. 
 
 ARBTJTHNOT, DR. JOHN. Died 1735. 90. 
 ARMSTRONG, DR. JOHN. Born 1709, Died 1779. 221 645 
 BACON, WILLIAM THOMSON. 288 566 630. 
 BAILLIE, JOANNA. Born 1762, Died 1851. 112 122 124 196 
 
 392 485 575. 
 BALLY, GEORGE, (American.) 27 45 239 340 428 446 470 477 
 
 493 659. 
 BARBATJLD, ANN LETITIA. Born 1763, Died 1825. 38 136 165 
 
 397 413 446 493 522 694. 
 BARNARD, MORDAUNT. 347. 
 BARRETT, ELIZABETH, (Mrs. Browning.) 35 40 179 185 204 
 
 270 473 539 590. 
 BARRINGTON. 89. 
 BARTON, BERNARD. Born 1786, Died 1849. 211 241 282 288 
 
 361 368 433 438 443 454 457 496 508 526 545 549 566 591 
 
 663 671 705. 
 
 BATES, DAVID. 412 500 564. 
 BAXTER. 112. 
 BAYLY. 413.
 
 708 INDEX OF AUTHOKS 7 NAMES. 
 
 BEATTIE, DR. JAMES. Born 1735, Died 1803. 106 188 267 575 
 
 601 677. 
 
 BEATTIE, DR. W. 285 394. 
 
 BEAUMONT, SIR JOHN. Born 1582, Died 1628. 181 446. 
 BEAUMONT, FRANCIS, Born 1585, Died 1616, AND FLETCHER, 
 
 JOHN. Born 1576, Died 1625. 161 182 537. 
 BECKFORD, WILLIAM. Born about 1761, Died 1844. 586. 
 BEDDOME. 47 50 617. 
 BELLAMY, JACOB. 376. 
 
 BEMBO, PIETRO, (Italian.) Born 1476, Died 1554. 704, 
 BETHUNE, ALEXANDER. 106 411 417 495. 
 BLACKLOCK, THOMAS. Born 1721, Died 1791. 453. 
 BLACKMORE, SIR EICHARD. Born about 1650, Died 1729. 169 
 
 224 542. 
 BLAIR, EGBERT. Born 1699, Died 1746. 44 171 216 258 264 
 
 317 435 542 688 696. 
 BLAND. 284. 
 
 BLOOMJFIELD, EGBERT. Born 1776, Died 1823. 529. 
 BOGART, ELIZABETH. 411 460. 
 BOLLAND, WILLIAM, (American.) 34 36 250 391 478. 
 BOWDLER. 522. 
 
 BOWLES, CAROLINE, (Mrs. Southey.) 149 350 508 647. 
 BOWLES, WILLIAM LISLE. Born 1762, Died 1850. 63 78 228 
 
 306 478. 
 
 BOWRING, DR. JOHN. Born 1792. 58 94 129 301 437 625 683. 
 BOYSE. 43 478 482 674. 
 BRADSTREET, MRS. ANNE. 608. 
 BRADY AND TATB. 175 187 586. 
 BRAINARD, JOHN GARDNER CALKINS, (American.) Born 1796, 
 
 Died 1828. 659. 
 BRANDON. 446. 
 
 BRETANO CLEMENT, (Italian.) 253. 
 BRETON, NICHOLAS. Born 1555, Died 1624. 261 359 421 490 
 
 533. 
 
 BROCK, W. J. 77 82 93 213 242 301 334 381 429 591 637. 
 BROOKE, ARTHUR, (John Chalk Claris.) 266. 
 BROOKE, LORD, (Sir Falke Greville.) Born 1554, Died 1628. 
 
 383. 
 
 BROOKS, MARIA A, (American.) 27. 
 BROWN, DR. E. 20 537. 
 BROWNE, MARY ANN. 131 266 277 669. 
 BROWNLEE, W. H. 127 506. 
 BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN, (American.) Born 1794. 104 154 
 
 174 201 258 271 340 369 401 429 503 594. 
 BRYDOES, SIR EGERTON. 388 416. 
 BUNYAN, JOHN. Born 1628, Died 1688, 114 310 621. 
 BURBIDGE, JOHN. Born 1826. 32 63 83 213 330 444 559 686. 
 BURBIDGE, THOMAS. 424 628. 
 BURLEIGH, W. H. 45 49 362. 
 BURNS, KOBERT. Born 1751, Died 1796. 40 62 146 233 283 
 
 295 312 406 493 667 691.
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 709 
 
 BUTLER, SAMUEL. Born 1612, Died 1680. 627. 
 
 BYRON, (Lord) GEORGE GORDON. Born 1788, Died 1824. 185 
 
 273 388 645. 
 CALDERON, PEDRO, DE LA BARCA, (Spanish.) Bom 1600, Died 
 
 1687. 364. 
 
 CAMOENS, Luiz DE, (Portuguese.) Born 1524, Died 1579. 643. 
 CAMPBELL, CALDER. 191 256. 
 
 CAMPBELL, THOMAS. Born 1777, Died 1844. 153 306. 
 CAMPION. 446. 
 
 CAREW, LADY ELIZABETH. 17th. century. 501. 
 CARRERA. 195. 
 CARRINGTON, N. T. 428. 
 CARRION, R DE, (Spanish.) 169. 
 
 CARTER, MRS. ELIZABETH. Born 1717, Died 1806. 262 384. 
 CASE, REV. E. 131 496. 
 GAUNTER, DR. JOHN HOBART. 335. 
 CAWOOD. 30 73 120. 
 CENNICK. 6. 
 CHAPMAN, GEORGE. Born 1557, Died 1634. 336 470 530 541 
 
 574 683. 
 CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH, (Mrs. Pelham, and Mrs. Tinna.) Born 
 
 1790. 223 235. 
 
 CHATELAIN, ANNA, H. V. LE, (French.) 291. 
 CHATTERTON, THOMAS. Born 1752, Died 1770. 361 518. 
 CHAUCER, GEOFFRY. Born 1328, Died 1400. 430. 
 CHEEVER, G. B., (America.) 19. 
 CHENEDOLLE. 525. 
 
 CHESTER, C. L., AND J. L., (American.) 122 466 558 666 
 CHURCHILLA, CHARLES. Born 1741, Died 1764. 145 156. 
 CHURCHYARD, THOMVS. 272. 
 CLARE, JOHN. Born 1793. 449. 
 CLARK, WILLIS GAYFORD, (American.) Born 1810, Died 1841. 
 
 24 496 588 702. 
 
 CLAUDIAN CLAUDIANUS, (Latin.) About 390 B. C. 428. 
 CLINCH, J. H. 316 332. 
 COBBIN. 323. 
 COCKBURN. 597. 
 COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR. Born 1772, Died 1834. 40 50 
 
 119 160 173 189 212 222 239 247 273 347 367 405 429 464 
 
 562 607 624 654. 
 
 COLLING, MARY MARIA. Born 1805. 398. 
 COLONNA, VITTORIA, (Italian.) Born about 1490, Died 1547. 
 
 69 640. 
 
 COLTON, GEORGE H., (American.) 173 691. 
 COLTON, C. C. 17 55 188 208 217 256 292 414 458 644 651. 
 CONDER, JOSIAH. 59 88 323. 
 
 CONCRETE, WILLIAM. Born 1672, Died 1729. 48 547 600. 
 COOK, ELIZA. 20 126 262 279 428 459 463 508 659 675 699 
 
 702. 
 
 COOKE, MRS. F. H. 427. 
 COTTA, GIOVANNI, (Italian.) 311
 
 710 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 COTTON, CHARLES. Born 1630, Died 1687. 504 611. 
 COWLEY, ABRAHAM. Born 1618, Died 1667. 476 610 646. 
 COWPER, WILLIAM. Born 1731, Died 1800. 8 10 15 23 35 39 
 61 81 108 113 119 140 159 161 163 230 238 241 258 259 261 
 
 262 275 276 306 313 331 343 354 356 364 378 407 410 415 
 
 445 448 457 460 462 464 465 468 484 485 504 505 518 528 
 
 533 548 606 612 613 615 618 628 634 636 644 649 667 673 
 
 681 68 i 688694 701. 
 COXE, ARTHUR C. 117. 
 
 CRABBE, GEORGE. Born 1754, Died 1832. 85 171 383 443 587. 
 CRAWSHAW, EICHARD. Died about 1650. 158 586. 
 CROLY, GEORGE. 324 451 479 569 624. 
 CROSSWELL, WILLIAM. 335. 
 
 CUMBERLAND, RICHARD. Born 1732, Died 1811. 198. 
 CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN. Born 1784. Died 1842. 100 103 228 
 
 532 
 
 CURRY, OTWAY M. 203 
 DA, COSTA. 511. 
 
 DALE, THOMAS.. 308 391 461 543 706. 
 DANA, MATILDA F., (American.) 50. 
 DANA, EICHARD HENRY, (American.) Born 1787. 312. 
 DANIEL, SAMUEL. Born 1562, Died 1619. 232 267 540. 
 DARWIN, DR. ERASMUS. Born 1721, Died 1802. 655. 
 DAVENANT, SIR WILLIAM. Born 1605, Died 1668. 139 150 
 
 168 559 672. 
 DAVENPORT, R. 342. 
 DE COURCEY, 281 516 619. 
 DEKKER, THOMAS. Died about 1638. 619. 
 DAVIS, ELNATHAN.- 95. 
 DAVIES, SIR JOHN. Born 1570, Died 1626. 286 373 530 559 
 
 633. 
 
 DAWES, RUFUS, (American.) Born 1803. 404 655. 
 DENHAM, SIR JOHN. Born 1615, Died 1668. 183 249 321 533 
 
 701. 
 
 Di CEO, VIOLANTE, (Italian.) 436. 
 DENNIES, ANNA PEYRE, (American.) 308. 
 DOANE, BISHOP, (George Washington, American.) Born 1799. 
 
 166 535. 
 DODDRIDGE, DR. Born 1702, Died 1751. 46 84 134 236 263 
 
 324 329 365 431 495 504 554 613 623 697 699. 
 DODSLEY, ROBERT. Born 1703, Died 1764. 593. 
 DONNE, DR. JOHN. Born 1573, Died 1631. 33 119 491. 
 DORSET, EARL OF. (Charles Sackville.) Born 1637, Died 1706. 
 
 140. 
 
 DRAYTON, MICHAEL, Born 1563, Died 1631. 449. 
 DREXII,'.US. 491. 
 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM. Born 1585, Died 1649. 68 200 327 
 
 453 541 687 688 
 DRYDEN JOHN. Born 1630, Died 1700. 41 61 72 87 90 114 
 
 121 180 202 232 289 298 317 318 402 460 472 47<3 491 500 
 
 541 542 565 593 651 661.
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. Vll 
 
 DUICK, JOHN. 523. 
 
 DUNCAN. 619. 
 
 DYER, JOHN. Born 1700, Died 1758. 146. 
 
 EAMES, E. J. 511. 
 
 EASTBURN, JAMES WALLIS, (American.) 564. 
 
 EDMESTON, JAMES. 98 234 369 457 510. 
 
 EGONE. 71 77 79 82 97 99 101 104 129 147 161 176 178 197 
 
 202 208 218 220 223 230 268 283 294 298 309 316 321 332 
 
 344 353 372 386 404 422 438 471 483 502 503 506 507 553 
 
 595 597 602 622 626 632 634 635 639 648 665 666 704. 
 ELLIOTT, EBENEZER. Born 1781, Died 1849. 89 591 622 668 
 
 680. 
 
 ELLIS, G. 609. 
 
 ELIZABETH, QUEEX. Bora 1533, Died 1602. 144. 
 ELLWOOD, THOMAS. Born 1639, Died 1713. 251 287 661. 
 EMBURY, MRS. EMMA C., (American.) Born about 1807. 685. 
 ERLACH, COUNT FREDERICK VON, (German.) 652. 
 EVANS, J. 43 224. 
 
 EVEREST, CHARLES W. (American.) 335. 
 EVERETT, EDWARD, (American.) Born 1794. 488. 
 FABER, FREDERICK WILLIAM. 116 338 426. 
 FARQUHARSON, STUART. 120 301. 
 FAWCETT, 8 321 486. 
 FELTON, JOHN BROOKS. 603. 
 FIAMMA, GABRIEL, (Italian.) Bom 1533, Died 1585. 148354 
 
 589 703. 
 
 FIELDS, JAMES T., (American.) 228. 
 
 FLATMAN, THOMAS. Born about 1635, Died about 1688. J19. 
 FLECKNOE. 539. 
 FLETCHER, GILES. 16th. century. 80 92 118 140 151 315 317 
 
 382 514 516 578 613 615 661. 
 
 FLETCHER, PHINEAS. Bora 1584, Died 1650. 144 447 535. 
 FLETCHER, T. 52. 
 FLINDERS, ANN. 424. 
 
 FORD, JOHN. Bom 1586, Died 1639. 396 456 627. 
 FRANCIS. 645. 
 
 FREILIGRATH, FERDINAND, (German.) Born 1810. 67 566. 
 FRENCH, FROM THE. 70 239 291 507 545 570 580 589. 
 FROWDE. 501. 
 FRY, CAROLINE. 212. 
 GALLAGHER, W. D. 207 416. 
 GARTH, SIR S IMUEL. Died 1718. 173. 
 GASCOIGNE, GEORGE. Bora about 1540, Died about 1578. 152 
 
 497 
 
 GAY, JOHN. Born 1688, Died 1732. 171 199 255 277. 
 GERMAN, FROM THE. 56 67 118 227 288 290 317 451 183 566 
 
 616 652 674 677. 
 GIBBONS. 233. 
 
 GIBSON, WILLIAM. 142 324 636. 
 GILMAN, CAROLINE. 24. 
 GISBORNE. 210 436.
 
 712 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 GLASSFORD, JAMES. 523. 
 
 GLYN. 39 110 268 274 294. 
 
 GOETHE, JOHANN WOLFGANG, (German.) Born 1749, Died 1832. 
 
 56. 
 
 GOLDSMITH, OLIVER. Born 1730, Died 1774. 133 432 579. 
 GOMERSALL, ROBERT. Born 1600. 180. 
 GOODE. 387. 
 GOSTICK, JOSEPH. 31 290 342 357 370 437 474 517 566 573 
 
 599 602. 
 GOULD, HANNAH F., (American.) Born about 1792. 38 377 
 
 411 414 585 638 679. 
 GRAHAME, JAMES. Born 1765, Died 1811. 98 400 431 455 499 
 
 654 685. 
 
 GRANT, Sin ROBERT. 14 131 254 407 596 624 667 681. 
 GRAY, THOMAS. Bom 1716, Died 1771. 17 251. 
 GRAY, Miss. 399. 
 
 GREEK, FROM THE. 21 208 284 452. 
 GREXFIELD, THOMAS. 512. 
 GREVILLE, SIR FALKE, (Lord Brooke.) Born 1554, Died 162&. 
 
 440. 
 
 GURNEY, ARCHER. 67. 
 
 HABBINGTON, WILLIAM. Born 1605, Died 1654. 560. 
 HALE, SARAH JOSEPHA, (American.) 191 403. 
 HALLAM, ARTHUR HENRY. Born 1824, Died 1850. 628. 
 HAMILTON, W. 347. 
 HAMLEY, REV. E. 285. 
 HAMMOND. 531. 
 HANCOX. 89. 
 HANKINSON. 300. 
 HART. 212 694. 
 HAVARD. 221 302. 
 HAYES, SAMUEL, (American.) 7 42 60 64 149 239 273 292 
 
 304 314 331 351 376 385 400 408 479 482 485 544 571 577 582 
 
 636. 
 
 HAYLEY, WILLIAM. Born 1745, Died 1820. 71. 
 HEBER, BISHOP REGINALD. Born 1783, Died 1826. 16 88 
 
 160 172 192 218 232 278 306 337 364 378 387 399 422 528 
 
 538 607 653. 
 HEMANS, FELICIA DOROTHEA. Born 1793, Died 1835. 66 70 
 
 172 245 253 297 299 315 367 410 449 462 499 509 525 568 
 
 573 590 625 690. 
 HERAUD, JOHN A. 72 100 128 138 191 196 210 251 293 314 320 
 
 326 349 365 379 421 465 468 557 595 630 631. 
 HERBERT, GEORGE. Born 1592, Died 1633. ' 49 65 98 123 209 
 
 255 262 452 497 498 542 560 579 627 695. 
 HERBERT, HON. AND REV. WILLIAM. 27. 
 HERDER, JOHANN GOTTFRIED, (German.) Born 1744, Died 
 
 1803. 451 677. 
 
 HERRICK, ROBERT. Born 1591, 82 132 188 310 647 
 
 HERVEY, T. Z. Born about 1804. 102 692. 
 HEGINBOTHAM. 187.
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 713 
 
 HETHERINGTON, REV. "W. M. 268. 
 
 HEY, JOHN. 271 482 567 642. 
 
 HICKS. 690. 
 
 HILL, AARON. 199 216. 
 
 HILLHOUSE, JAMES A., (American.) Born 1789, Died 1841. 
 
 400. 
 
 HIHST, H. B. 320 419. 
 
 HOADLEY, BISHOP BENJAMIN. Born 1676. 109. 
 HODSON, WILLIAM. Born 1745, Died 1851. 164 331 544 
 
 594. 
 
 HOFFMAN, CHARLES FENNO, (American.) Born 1806. 362. 
 HOGG, JAMES. Born 1772. Died 1835. 75. 
 HOOD, THOMAS. Born 1789. Died 1845. 115 408. 
 HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL, (American.) Born 1809. 534. 
 HOMER, (Greek.) About 500 B. C. 208. 
 HOOPER, LUCY, (American.) 570. 
 HORACE QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS. (Latin.) Born 65 
 
 B. C., Died 2 A. C. 169 268. 
 HORNE, BISHOP GEORGE. Born 1730, Died 1792. 171 352. 
 
 HORNE, RICHARD H. 450. 
 
 HOUSMAN, R. F. 296. 
 
 HOWELL, JAMES. Born about 1596, Died 1666. 169. 
 
 HOWES. 611. 
 
 HOWITT, MARY. 76 117 213 22& 506 614. 
 
 HOWITT, RICHARD, 126. 
 
 HOYLE, CHARLES. 400 413 556. 
 
 HUGHES, THOMAS. 38 226 567. 
 
 HUMPHREYS. 475. 
 
 HUNNIS, WILLIAM. 650. 
 
 HUNT, LEIGH. Born 1784. 110 247 450. 
 
 HUNTINGDON, C. 115: 
 
 HURD, BISHOP RICHARD. Born 1720, Died 1808. 147. 
 
 HUKDIS. 87. 
 
 HrrroN. 467. 
 
 INGELGREN, (Swedish.) 206. 
 
 ITALIAN, FROM THE. 14 39 157 188 200 354 355 356 368 436 
 
 455 483 576 589 640 703 704. 
 JAMES, I., KING. Born 1566. Died 1625. 587. 
 JAMES, G. P. R. Born about 1800. 213. 
 JAMI, ABD ALRHAMEN EBN ACHMED, (Persian.) Born 1414, 
 
 Died 1494. 252. 
 
 JENNER, CHARLES, (American.) 33 34 431 477 567 630. 
 JEXYNS, SOAME. Born 1704, Died 1787. 216. 
 JEWSBURY, Miss. "365. 
 JOHNSON, C. H. 16 51 52 387. 
 JOHNSON, DR. SAMUEL. Born 1709, Died 1784. 252 255 276 
 
 289 340 396 456 610 662. 
 
 JONSON, BEN. Born 1576, Died 1637. 121 139 168 339 632. 
 JUVENAL, DECIMUS JUNIUS, (Latin.) Died 128. 139. 
 JONES, REV. E. C. AND JOSEPH. 639 649. 
 KAMPHTTYZEN. 137 631.
 
 714 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 KEBLE. 4 33 34 76 86 116 162 166 192 249 251 286 288 300 
 
 316 379 399 401 431 442 448 493 494 567 585 590 612 668 
 
 678. 
 
 KELLY. 4 86 385 637. 
 
 KEMBLE, PRANCES ANN, (Mrs. Butler.) 23 589. 
 KEN, BISHOP. 46 150 291 410. 
 KING, BISHOP HENRY, (Eeign of James I.) 44 446 534 541 
 
 551 678. 
 
 KINGTON, J. B. 229. 
 
 KNOWLES, JAMES SHERIDAN. Born 1784. 377. 
 KNOX, WILLIAM, (American.) 10 24 40 155 244 303 606. 
 KORNER, THEODORE, (German.) Born 1788, Died 1842. 552. 
 KRTJMMACHER, (German.) 317 616. 
 LAMB, CHARLES. Born about 1775, Died 1834. 40 249 426 
 
 510. 
 LAMARTINE, ALPHONSE DE, (French.) Born 1790. 70 239 507 
 
 545 570 580 589. 
 LANDON, LETITIA ELIZABETH. (Mrs. Me Lean.) Born 1802, 
 
 Died 1838. 59 134 181 204 315 368 394 479 580 584 587 
 
 603 701. 
 
 LANDOR, WALTER SAVAGE. Born 1775. 270. 
 LATIN, FROM THE. 169 215 268 428 452 611 696. 
 LAYARD, C. P. 109 117 263 501 588 632 636. 
 LEASK, WILLIAM. 698. 
 
 LEATHAM, WILLIAM HENRY. Born 1815. 646. 
 LEE, D. K. 342. 
 LEON, Luis PONCE DE, (Spanish.) Born 1528, Died 1591. 178 
 
 535 546. 
 
 LETHAM, ALEXANDER. 417. 
 LEVER, CHRISTOPHER. Born 1607. 618 641. 
 LEYDEN, DR. JOHN. Born 1775, Died 1811. 512. 
 LILLO, WILLIAM. Born 1693, Died 1739. 269 299464. 
 LINDEN, JOHN. 77. 
 LITTLE, MRS. 353 431. 
 
 LOGAN, JOHN. Born 1748, Died 1788. 26 83 405 510 558. 
 LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH, (American.) Born 1807. 
 
 3 204 265 358 436 676. 
 LOUD, MRS. ST. LEON. 24. 
 LOWELL, JAMES KUSSELL, (American.) Born 1819, 48 142 189 
 
 214. 
 LOWTH, BISHOP EGBERT. Born 1710, Died 1787. 163 237 
 
 273 383 513. 
 LUNT, GEORGE. 690. 
 
 LUTHER, MARTIN. (German.) Born 1483, Died 1546. 118. 
 LYNCH, ANN C. 389. 
 LYTE. 283 692. 
 LYTTON, SIR EDWARD BULWER. Bora 1803. 45 109 125 166 
 
 174 211 212 258 264 441 491. 
 
 MACKAY, CHARLES, L. L. D. Born 1812. 60 96 258 616 654. 
 MA.DAN. 36 395. 
 MAGNO, CELIO, (Italian.) Born 1536. 455.
 
 INDEX OF AUTHOKS' NAMES. 715 
 
 MANT, BISHOP. 29 34 75 124 155 187 269 298 309 336 347 
 378 494 495 511 529 571 691 
 
 MANZONI, (Italian.) 576. 
 
 MAKLOWH, CHRISTOPHER. Born 1562, Died 1592. 293. 
 
 MARMYON, SHAKERLEY. 271 541. 
 
 MARRIOTT. 517. 
 
 MARSDKN, JOSIAH. 607. 
 
 MARSTON, JOHN. Died 1634. 530. 
 
 MARTIN, WILLIAM. 115 231 489 513 531 617 622 657. 
 
 MARVELL, ANDREW. Bom 1620, Died 1D78. 170 184 24-5 339. 
 
 MASON, WILLIAM. Born 1725, Died 1797. 141 882 320 357 
 471. 
 
 MASSINGER, PHILIP. Born about 1585, Died 1639. 183 250 
 351. 
 
 MASTER. 487. 
 
 MAY, THOMAS. Born 1595, Died 1650. 319. 
 
 MAYNE, JOHN. Born 1761, Died 1836. 115. 
 
 M' CARTEE, MRS. 552. 
 
 M' CARTHY. 364. 
 
 Me' KELLAR, THOMAS. 448 501. 
 
 Me' LtoD, C. D. 43. 
 
 Me' XEILL, HECTOR. 142. 
 
 MEDICI, LORENZO DE, (Italian.) Born 1448, Died 1492. 14. 
 
 MEDLEY, 341. 
 
 MEXDOZA, LOPEZ DE, (Spanish.) 274. 
 
 MERVICK, JAMES. Born 1720, Died 1767. 463. 
 
 MERRITT, THOMAS LIGHT. Born 1794. 57 185. 
 
 METASTASIO, PIETRO, (Italian.) Born 1698, Died 1782. 188. 
 
 MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS. Born 1734, Died 1788. 102 141 159. 
 
 MIDDLETON, THOMAS. Born 1570, Died 1627. 32. 
 
 MILMAN, HESKY HART. Born 1791. 16 338 368 385 391 410 
 55" 562 620. 
 
 MILNER, MAUV. Born 1796. 110 263 265. 
 
 MILTON, JOHN. Born 1608, Died 1674. 5 7 9 11 15 22 25 
 28 41 49 51 59 60 72 78 92 97 107 113 121 129 135 137 
 138 143 148 154 162 165 169 176 178 1*2 183 189 205 208 
 216 223 224 225 236 238 250 251 252 257 261 293 312 322 
 337 359 360 374 386 389 409 420 421 424 426 432 434 445 
 453 472 475 502 503 520 621 524 544 554 557 565 668 573 
 576 593 596 605 618 627 634 641 642 648 6-32 656 665 672 
 679 684. 
 
 MITCHELL, J. K. 265 492 512. 
 
 MOILE, NICHOLAS THORNING. 601. 
 
 MOIR, D. M., (Delta.) Died 1851. 561 624. 
 
 MONTAGUE, . L. 181. 
 
 MONTGOMERY, JAMES. Born 1771, Died 1854. 2 5 12 20 
 43 49 53 64 74 76 87 90 92 96 100 111 125 128 135 142 
 153 177 180 185 187 2u4 225 226 229 235 242 243 246 
 254 285 311 319 322 337 360 393 396 405 408 417 425 439 
 458 467 473 488 505 515 524 536 545 549 558 563 570 597 
 631 634 637 646 647 656 670 685 686 693 705.
 
 716 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 MONTGOMERY, ROBERT. 23 30 43 55 116 126 217 298 301 
 
 320 340 376 380 384 419 438 451 481 492 500 502 526 570 
 
 572 597 609. 
 MOORE, THOMAS. Born 1780, Died 1852. 71 162 204 214 283 
 
 291 357 361 491 529 690. 
 MORE, HANNAH. Born 1745, Died 1833. 103 150 241 357 561 
 
 593 634 652 667 673 679 684. 
 MORE, DR. HENRY. Born 1614, Died 1687. 325. 
 MOREHEAD. 226. 
 
 MORRIS, GEORGE P., (American.) Born 1800. 67 385. 
 MOXON, EDWARD. 357. 
 NKAL, MRS. 125 625. 
 NEEDHAM. 48 176 222 473. 
 NEELE, HENRY Born 1798, Died 1828. 375. 
 NEWTON, JOHN. 3 179 186 474 619 620 681 703 705. 
 NICHOLAS, ALEXANDER. 145. 
 
 NICOL, ROBERT. Born 1814, Died 1837. 174 302 524 588. 
 NORRIS. 577. 
 NORTON, CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH. Born about 1806. 79 
 
 93 96 174 258 379 384 410 461 574 629 683. 
 OGILVIE. 197. 
 OLDYS. 537. 
 OLIVER. 177 272 692. 
 OPIE, AMELIA. Born 1771. 343 443 647. 
 PARDOE, Miss. 664 692. 
 
 PARK, BENJAMIN, (American.) Born 1809. 45 181. 
 PARNELL, THOMAS. Born 1679, Died 1718. 18 42 125 160 
 
 172 203 276 277 360 367 419 454 494 542. 
 PATTERSON, S. D. 112 395 404 660. 
 PEABODY, WILLIAM B. O., (American.) Born 1799. 207 260 
 
 455 671. 
 PEARSON. 522. 
 
 PEELE, GEORGE. Died about 1598. 163. 
 PEERS, CHARLES. 314. 
 PEMBROKE, COUNTESS OF. 345. 
 PERRONET. 263 412. 
 PERSIAN, FROM THE. 232 252. 
 PERSEUS AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS, (Latin.) Born 32, Died 
 
 62. 611. 
 
 PETER, W. 371 463 620. 
 PHELAN. 555. 
 
 PIERPONT, JOHN, (American.) Born 1785. 594. 
 PITT, CHRISTOPHER. 672. 
 PLAY, OLD. 25 540. 
 
 POE, EDGAR ALLAN, (American.) Born 1811, Died 1829. 539. 
 POLLOK, ROBERT. Born 1799, Died 1827. 42 62 122 193 199 
 
 217 256 288 313 354 464 480 522 553 566 609 612 615 674. 
 POOLE, JOSHUA. 249. 
 
 POMFRET, JOHN. Jtorn 1667, Died 1703. 77 172. 
 POPE, ALEXANDER. Born 1688, Died 1744. 90 208 216 232 
 
 238 253 333 387 409 416 434 453 547 589 594 645.
 
 INDEX or AUTHORS' NAMES. 717 
 
 PORTEUS, BISHOP BEILBY. Born 1731, Died 1808. 533 554 
 
 641 677. 
 
 PORTUGUESE, FROM THE. 643. 
 PRAED, WENTHROP MACKWORTH. 485. 
 PRATT, ANN. 574. 
 
 PRINGLE, THOMAS. Born 1788, Died 1834. 393. 
 PRIOR, MATTHEW. Born 1664, Died 1721. 97 107 165 172 
 
 290 317 389 416. 
 
 PRUDENTIUS AURELIUS CLEMENS, (Latin.) 4th. century. 452. 
 PULLING, WILLIAM. 239 404 487 507 545 570 580. 
 QUARLES, FRANCIS. Born 1592, Died 1642. 19 84 140 148 
 156 157 193 287 289 355 374 383 432 456 540 555 598 633 
 672 688 701. 
 QUARLES, JOHN. 642. 
 RAFFLES. 92. 
 EALEIGH, SIR WALTER. Born 1552, Died 1618. 151 198 236 
 
 442 521 600 642. 
 RANDOLPH, THOMAS. Born 1605, Died 1634. 257 427 553 564 
 
 600 627 691. 
 
 REDDELL, CONSTANTIA LOUISA. 280 307 333 370 433 439 486. 
 REED, MARY J. 663. 
 RICHMOND, LEIGH. 173 264 660. 
 ROBINSON, E. 423 475. 
 ROCK, WILLIAM F. 658. 
 
 ROGERS, SAMUEL. Born 1762. 30 258 499 510 592 601. 
 ROSCOE, WILLIAM. Born 1753, Died 1831. 35. 
 ROSCOMMON, EARL OF. Born 1633, Died 1684. 160 696. 
 
 ROSEGARTEN. 160 664. 
 
 ROWE, NICHOLAS. Born 1673, Died 1718. 169 257 371. 
 
 ROWLEY. 501. 
 
 RUSSIAN, FROM THE. 423 440 558 683. 
 
 RYLAND. 236. 
 
 SACKVILLE, CHARLES, (Earl of Dorset.) Born 1637, Died 1706. 
 21 189 215 392. 
 
 SANAZZARO. 356. 
 
 SANDYS, GEORGE. Born 1577, Died 1643. 11 175 317 505 547. 
 
 SCHILLER, FRIEDRICK, (German.) Born 1759, Died 1800. 227 
 288 674. 
 
 SCOTT, JAMES. 37 513 543 668. 
 
 SCOTT, SIR WALTER. Born 1771, Died 1832. 61 166 172 360 
 513 606. 
 
 SHAKSPERE, WILLIAM. Born 1564, Died 1616. 19 33 44 80 
 85 90 120 135 144 165 167 181 182 190 215 223224240 257 
 261 289 293 313 314 339 343 382 408 409 420 430 464 490 
 533 539 547 551 560 598 600 604 642 646 652 681. 
 
 SAEA, JOHN A. 525. 
 
 SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE. Born 1792, Died 1822. 180 549 689. 
 
 SHEPARD, ISAAC F. 512 663. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 520. 
 
 SHEHBURNK, SIR E. 140. 
 
 SHIRLEY, GEORGE E. 73.
 
 718 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 SHIRLEY, JAMES. Born 1594, Died 1656. 132 168 250 289 290. 
 SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP. Born 1-554, Died 1586. 180 221 551. 
 SIGOURNKY, LYDIA HUNTLEY, (American.) Born about 1797. 
 
 1 58 116 179 244 260 377 384 395 402 403 407 435 474 488 
 
 525 539 562 575 678 585 602 613 638 670 675 678 704. 
 SIMMS, WILLIAM GILMORE, ('American) 706. 
 SLADDEN, DILNOT. Born 1814, Died 1839. 218. 
 SMALL, PETER. 17th. century. 605. 
 SMART, CHRISTOPHER. Born 1722, Died 1770. 25 74 123 183 
 
 203 228 288 390 409 441 673. 
 SMITH, CHARLOTTE, 13, 333. 
 SMITH, HORACE. Died 1849. 312 485 588. 
 SOMERVILLE, WILLIAM. Born 1682, Died 1742. 376. 
 SOUTHERN, THOMAS. Born 1659, Died 1746. 472. 
 SOUTHEY, MRS., (Caroline Bowles.) 117 137 367 506. 
 SOUTHEY, ROBERT. Born 1774, Died 1843. 149 237 381 572 580. 
 SOUTHWELL, ROBERT. Born 1560, Died about 1596. 7 144 
 
 198 310 456. 
 
 SPANISH, FROM THE. 169 178 204' 274 364 452 635 546. 
 SPEAR, T. G. 442. 
 SFENSKR, BISHOP. 519. 
 SPENSER, EDMUND. Born 1553, Died 1599. 28 44 87 137 183 
 
 198 203 305 339 472 505 565 672. 
 
 SPRAGUE, CHARLES, (American.) Born 1791. 254 526. 
 STARKEY, D. P. 294. 
 STEELE. 26 81 274 330 414 522 635. 
 STEELE, MRS. 311. 
 STENNETT. 101 371 599 620. 
 
 STERLING, JOHN. 114 173 212 462 492 539 562 563 570 669. 
 STERNHOLD. 16tli. century. 113. 
 
 STILLINGFLEET, BISHOP EDWARD. Born 1636, Died 1699. 346. 
 STILL, PETKR. 697. 
 STORY, ROBERT. 57. 
 
 STREET, ALFRED B., (American.) Born 1811. 266. 
 SWAIN, CHARLFS. 20 220 369. 
 SYME, J. B. 94. 
 SYMMONS. 215. 
 SYNESIUS. 452. 
 
 TALFOURD, THOMAS NOON. Born 1795, Died 1854. 223 408. 
 TAPPAN, W. B. 481 523. 
 
 TARSIA, (Lord of Belmont Italian.) loth, century. 200. 
 TASSO, TORQUATO, (Italian.) Born 1544, Died 1595. 355. 
 TATHAM, EMMA. 94. 
 TAYLOR, EMILY. 403. 
 TAYLOR, GEORGE. 186. 
 TVYLOR, HENRY. 197. 
 TAYLOR, JANE. 211. 
 TAYLOR, JOHN. 17th. century. 136. 
 TENNYSON, ALFRED. Born about 1810. 53 176 206 273 348 
 
 552 626 628 679. 
 THOMPSON, CHARLES WEST, (American.) 69.
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 719 
 
 THOMSON, JAMKS. Born 1700, Died 1748. 29 58 69 91 205 
 
 360 415 436 440 441 449 491 527 579 587 644 652. 
 TICKELL, THOMAS, Born 1686, Died 1740. 168 251. 
 TOPLADY. 47 277 507- 
 
 ToWNSHEND. 381. 
 
 TUCKER, C. 702. 
 
 TUPPER, MARTIN FARQUHAR. Born 1811. 201 280 310 348 
 
 349 351 459 515 626 666 675. 
 YAUGHAN, HENRY. Born 1614, Died 1695. 91 152 170 397 
 
 435 509 688. 
 
 VAUX, LORD, Died 1560. 281 600. 
 VIRGIL PUBLIUS VIRGII.IUS MARO, (Latin.) Born about 70, 
 
 Died about 19 B.C. 215. 
 VOGF.LWKIDE, WALTER TON DER, (German.) Born 1170, Died 
 
 1227. 290. 
 VONDEL. 379. 
 WALKKR. 251. 
 WALLER, EDMUND. Born 1605, Died 1687. 23 61 118 344 
 
 366 374 409 484 650 665 667. 
 WARD, THOMAS. 45 196 300 433 506 668. 
 WARDLAW, DR. 489. 
 WAKB, HKNRY, (American.) Born 1794. 104 117 136 266 
 
 377 398 418 435 475. 
 
 WARING, ANN L. 202 239 272 326 372 446 685. 
 WATKYNS. 541. 
 
 WATTS, DR. ISAAC. Born 1674, Died 1748. 2 4 6 8 9 14 
 77 81 101 161 165 177 182 194 237 242 243 253 269 295 297 
 304 325 330 333 334 350 383 386 388 401 413 456 467 473 
 479 503 518 519 520 532 554 577 618 623 635 640 656 662 
 682 689 693 701. 
 
 WEKSTKR, JOHN. Died about 1638. 19 408 428. 
 WEIR. 399. 
 
 WELBY, AMELIA, (American.) Born about 1821. 350. 
 WELD, H. H. 117 155 376 448 466 556 584. 
 WESI.KY, CHARI.KS AND JOHN. Charles Horn 1708, Died 1788. 
 John Born 1703, Died 1791. 3 6 36 83 84 111 133 192 
 219 330 462 466 499 519 555 580 651 656 657 682 693 694. 
 WHITE, HKNRY KIRKE. Born 1785, Died 1806. 53 93 105 
 
 146 190 210 298 353 410 498. 
 WHITNEY. 627. 
 WHITTIKR, JOHN GRFENI.KAF. (American ) Born 1880. 42 
 
 125 213 214 308 369 429 502 513 552 655 660 669 706. 
 WIIYTK. 558. 
 
 WILCOX, CHARLES, (American.) Born 1794, Died 1827. 58. 
 WILLIS, NATHANIEL PARKER, (American.) Born 1807. 234 
 
 332. 
 WILSON, PROFESSOR JOHN, (Christopher North.) Born 1788, 
 
 Died 1854. 64 130 174. 
 WINSLOW, B. D. 45 160. 
 
 WITHER, GEORGE. Born 1588, Died 1667. 133 221 227 509 
 651 662 665.
 
 720 INDEX OF AUTHORS' NAMES. 
 
 WOOD, W. SPICER. 486. 
 
 WOODBKIDGE, Miss A. D. 283. 
 
 WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM. Bora 1770, Died 1850. 13 65 75 
 99 105 108 147 191 200 227 341 346 368 372 388 417 419 
 430 454 464 477 504 511 534 548 579 585 598 601 612 629 
 645 683 690. 
 
 WOTTON, Sm HENRY. Born 1568, Died 1639. 15 80 138 145 
 261 275 340 448 661. 
 
 WYATT, SIR THOMAS. Born 1503, Died 1541. 677. 
 
 WYTHES, JOSEPH H. 67. 
 
 YOUNG. EDWARD. Bom 1681, Died 1765. 22 27 29 37 42 
 44 97 121 141 158 159 170 183 190 194 206 208 217 231 240 
 241 257 287 305 318 321 333 355 356 366 375 390 412 413 
 416 418 428 432 445 454 470 476 477 480 484 498 504 515 
 521 527 561 601 605 606 610 643 660 661 673 689 695. 
 
 ZOUCH. 17th. century. 584.
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Aaron, 1 
 
 Abel, 2 
 
 Abhorrence, 3 
 
 Abide Abode, 4 
 
 Abound Abundance. 5 
 
 Above, 6 
 
 Abraham, 7 
 
 Absence, 8 
 
 Acceptance, 9 
 
 Acquaintance, 1 
 
 Adam and Eve. 11 
 
 Admonition, 13 
 
 Adoration, 14 
 
 Advent, 15 
 
 Adversity, 1 7 
 
 Affection, 1 8 
 
 Affliction, 19 
 
 Age, 21 
 
 Almighty, 25 
 
 Ambition, '27 
 
 Angels, 28 
 
 Anger, 31 
 
 Apostles, 33 
 
 Ascension, 37 
 
 Atheism, 39 
 
 Atonement, 41 
 
 Avarice, 44 
 
 Awake Arise. 4(i 
 
 Awe, 48 
 
 Baptism, 49 
 
 Baptist, John the. f>l 
 
 Beautiful, 53 
 
 Belief Unbelief, 5. r > 
 
 Bells, 56 
 
 Beneficence Benevolence. 
 
 58 
 
 Benefit, 59 
 Benignity. 60 
 Bible, The, 61 
 Birds Fowls, 68 
 Birth Born, 72 
 
 Blessing Blessedness 
 
 Bless, 74 
 Blindness. 78 
 Blood, 80 
 Blossom, 82 
 ! Boldness, 83 
 Bondage, 84 
 Book, 85 
 Bounty, 87 
 Bread, 88 
 
 Break Breaking, 90 
 Breath Breathing, 91 
 Brightness, 92 
 Brotherhood. 93 
 Calamity, 97 
 Calmness, 98 
 Calvary, 100 
 Canaan, 101 
 Captivity, 102 
 Care Careful, 103 
 Change, 105 
 Charity, 107 
 Charge, 111 
 Chastening, 112 
 Cherub Seraph. 11:', 
 Childhood Infancy. 1 1 4 
 Christ Christmas, 1 18 
 Christianity, 121 
 Church, 123 
 City, 127 
 Clothes, 129 
 Clouds, 130 
 Comfort, 132 
 Command Commandment, 
 
 135 
 
 Compassion. 136 
 Concord. 137 
 Conquest, 138 
 Conscience, 139 
 Consolation, 143 
 Content. 144 
 
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 722 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Contrition, 148 
 
 Courage, 150 
 
 Court, 151 
 
 Covenant Rainbow, 152 
 
 Creation, 154 
 
 Crown, 156 
 
 Cross Crucifixion, 157 
 
 Danger, 161 
 
 Darkness, 162 
 
 David, 163 
 
 Day, 165 
 
 Death, 167 
 
 Defence, 175 
 
 Delight, 176 
 
 Deliverance, 1 77 
 
 Delusions, 178 
 
 Denial, 179 
 
 Desire Desires, 180 
 
 Desolation, 181 
 
 Destruction, 182 
 
 Devotion Devout, 183 
 
 Dew, 184 
 
 Distress, 187 
 
 Doubt, 188 
 
 Dread Dreadful, 189 
 
 Dust, 190 
 
 Duty, 191 
 
 Dwell Dwelling, 192 
 
 Earth, 193 
 
 Elements, 197 
 
 Envy, 198 
 
 Error, 200 
 
 Estate, 202 
 
 Eternity, 203 
 
 Evening, 205 
 
 Example, 208 
 
 Faith, 209 
 
 Fall, 214 
 
 Fame, 215 
 
 Farewell, 218 
 
 Father, 219 
 
 Fear, 221 
 
 Fellowship, 223 
 
 Finished, 224 
 
 Flood, 225 
 
 Flowers, 227 
 
 Folly, 230 
 Forgetfulness, 231 
 Forgiveness, 232 
 Foundation, 23o 
 Fountain, 236 
 
 Frailty, 237 
 
 Freedom, 238 
 
 Friendship, 240 
 
 Gain, 243 
 
 Garden Eden Gethse- 
 
 mane, 244 
 Gentleness, 247 
 Giving, 249 
 Glory, 250 
 God, 252 
 Gold, 255 
 Goodness, 257 
 Gospel, 259 
 Grace, 261 
 Grave Tomb, 264 
 Greatness, 267 
 Grief, 269 
 Guidance, 271 
 Guilt, 273 
 Happiness, 275 
 Harvest, 279 
 Hatred, 280 
 Head, 281 
 Healing, 282 
 Health, 284 
 
 Hearing, 286 
 
 Heart, 287 
 
 Heaven Heavens, 289 
 
 Hell, 293 
 
 Help, 295 
 
 Hills, 296 
 
 Holiness, 298 
 
 Home, 299 
 
 Honesty, 302 
 
 Honour, 303 
 
 Hope, 305 
 
 House, 309 
 
 Humility, 310 
 
 Hymn, 312 
 
 Hypocrisy, 313 
 
 Idolatry, 315 
 
 Image, 317 
 
 Immortality, 318 
 
 Inspiration, 321 
 
 Instruction, 322 
 
 Intercession, 323 
 
 Israel, 324 
 
 Jehovah, 325 
 
 Jerusalem, 327 
 
 Jesus, 329 
 
 Jews, 331
 
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 Jordan, 332 
 
 Joy, 333 
 
 Judah, 335 
 
 Judge Judgment, 336 
 
 Justice, 339 
 
 Kindness, 341 
 
 King, 343 
 
 Kingdom, 344 
 
 Knowledge, 345 
 
 Labour, 349 
 
 Land, 350 
 
 Law, 351 
 
 Leaf, 352 
 
 Learning. 353 
 
 Liberty, 354 
 
 Life, 355 
 
 Light, 359 
 
 Lord, 363 
 
 Love, 366 
 
 Lowliness, 372 
 
 Man, 373 
 
 Marriage, 377 
 
 Martyrdom, 378 
 
 Meekness, 380 
 
 Meeting, 381 
 
 Mercy, 382 
 
 Message, 386 
 
 Messiah, 387 
 
 Mind, 388 
 
 Ministry, 389 
 
 Miracles, 390 
 
 Misery, 392 
 
 Missionaries, 393 
 
 Moment Minute, 396 
 
 Morning, 397 
 
 Moses, 400 
 
 Mother, 402 
 
 Mountain, 405 
 
 Mourning, 406 
 
 Murder, 408 
 
 Music, 409 
 
 .Mystery, 412 
 
 Name, 413 
 
 Nature, 415 
 
 Night, 418 
 
 Obedience Disobedience, 
 420 
 
 Offering, 422 
 
 One, 423 
 
 Paradise, 424 
 
 Pardon, 426 
 
 Parents, 427 
 
 Passions, 428 
 
 Past, 429 
 
 Pastor, 430 
 
 Patience, 432 
 
 Peace, 434 
 
 Perfection, 438 
 
 Pestilence Plague, 439 
 
 Philosophy, 440 
 
 Pilgrimage, 442 
 
 Pity, 444 
 
 Pleasing Pleasure, 445 
 
 Poverty, 447 
 
 Power, 449 
 
 Praise, 452 
 
 Prayer, 456 
 
 Preaching, 460 
 
 Preparation, 461 
 
 Presence Omnipresence, 
 
 462 
 
 Pride, 464 
 Priest, 465 
 Prison, 466 
 Promise, 467 
 Prophecy Prophets, 468 
 Prosperity, 470 
 Psalm, 471 
 Punishment, 472 
 Purity, 473 
 Quiet, 474 
 Ransom, 475 
 Reason Reasons, 476 
 Redeemer, 478 
 Redemption, 480 
 Refuge, 483 
 Religion, 484 
 Remembrance, 488 
 Repentance, 490 
 Resignation, 493 
 Rest, 494 
 
 Resurrection Rising, 497 
 Revelation, 500 
 Revenge, 501 
 Reverence, 502 
 Reward, 503 
 Riches, 504 
 Righteousness, 505 
 Rivera, 506 
 Rock, 507 
 Rod, 508 
 Sabbath, 509
 
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 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Sacrifice, 513 
 
 Temple, 594 
 
 Safety Saving, 514 
 
 Temptation, 5!W 
 
 Saint, olfi 
 
 Thankfulness, 598 
 
 Salvation, 518 
 
 Thought, 600 
 
 Satan, 520 
 
 Tidings, 603 
 
 Saviour, 521 
 
 Time, 604 
 
 Scorn, 524 
 
 To-day To-morrow, 6 HI 
 
 Sea, 525 
 
 Tongue, 612 
 
 Seasons, 527 
 
 Treasure, 613 
 
 Seeing Sight. 530 
 
 Tree, 615 
 
 Seeking, 531 
 
 Trembling, 617 
 
 Sepulchre Tomb, 532 
 
 Trial, 618 
 
 Service, 533 
 
 Tribulation, 61'.) 
 
 Shade Shadow. 534 
 
 Triumph, 620 
 
 Sheep Shepherd, 535 
 
 Trouble, 621 
 
 Shortness, 537 
 
 Trust, 623 
 
 Sickness, 538 
 
 Truth, 627 
 
 Silence, 539 
 
 Unity, 631 
 
 Sin, 540 
 
 Valour, 632 
 
 Sinai, 544 
 
 Vanity, 633 
 
 Singing Song, 515 
 
 Vapour, 635 
 
 Sky, 546 
 
 Vengeance, 636 
 
 Slander, 547 
 
 Victory, 637 
 
 Slavery, 548 
 
 Vine, 640 
 
 Sleep, 551 
 
 Violence, 641 
 
 Sloth, 553 
 
 Virtue, 642 
 
 Snare, 554 
 
 Visions, 646 
 
 Soldiers, 555 
 
 Voice, 647 
 
 Solomon, 556 
 
 Waiting, 64s 
 
 Son, 557 
 
 Walking, 649 
 
 Sorrow, 558 
 
 Wander, 650 
 
 Soul ; 559 
 
 Want, 651 
 
 Sowing, 563 
 
 War, 652 
 
 Speech, 564 
 
 Watching, 6.>(> 
 
 Spirit, 565 
 
 Water, 657 
 
 Stars, 568 
 
 Waves, 659 
 
 Stillness, 571 
 
 Way, 660 
 
 Storm, 572 
 
 Weakness, 661 
 
 Stranger, 573 
 
 Wealth, 662 
 
 Stream, 574 
 
 Weariness, 663 
 
 Strength, 575 
 
 Weeping, 664 
 
 Strife, 576 
 
 Well, 665 
 
 Submission, 577 
 
 Wife, 666 
 
 Suffering, 578 
 
 Will Willing, 667 
 
 Sun, 579 
 
 Wind, 670 
 
 Superstition, 582 
 
 Wisdom, 672 
 
 Supper, The Lord's, 583 
 
 Witness, 676 
 
 Supplication, 586 
 
 Woe, 677 
 
 Teaching, 587 
 
 Woman, 679 
 
 Tears, 589 
 
 Word, 681 
 
 Temperance, 593 
 
 Works Work, 684
 
 INDEX OP SUBJECTS. 
 
 World, 687 
 Worship, 691 
 Worthy, 6'J3 
 Wound, 694 
 Wrath, 695 
 
 Year, 697 
 Youth, 701 
 Zeal, 703 
 Zion, 704 
 
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