3 7 6 3 m m >Wf/// IN' CLOUD' ,an( c % Hewma " ' ' ' • W^-'** • ■ mm ; — 1 1 ; ! THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ' t* / PILGRIM SONGS IN Clout* anb jtoMtw, PILGRIM SONGS IX Ckrir anb Sunsjjinr. BY NEWMAN HALL, LL.B, LONDON : HAMILTON, ADAMS & CO., PATEEXOSTER ROW. DEDICATORY SONNET. TO MY MOTHER. Motheii ! to thee, of right, this hook belongs ; For, seated on thy knee, an infant weak, With -lisping tongue, I learnt from thee to speak, <; In psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs." Oi't didst thou stroke my head, and kiss my cheek, And weep for joy, to hear thy child repeat How the good Shepherd came from heaven, to seek His wandering lamhs, — and how His hands and feet Were pierced with nails — while He, the sufferer meek, Prayed for his foes, then mounted to His throne. With themes like these, my years have still upgrown, Through thy persuasive teaching, tender care, Thine, and a loving father's life of prayer. The hook I offer thee is thus thine own ! PREFATORY SONNET. TO TIIE READEK. A thousand seeds are formed, for one to root ; Of many arrows, few quite reach the mark ; Of many blows, few strike the kindling spark ; And few entrance, who take the minstrel's lute. Prizes are rare, and many strive in vain ; That many strive, shall critics stern complain, And bid all bards, uncertified, be mute ? Should I be so much blessed that one brief strain, To souls devout or weary, solace lend ; Or might be deemed, when thankful voices blend, Fit vehicle for tuneful prayer or praise ; , An altar to " Contented Hope " I'll raise. The simple daisy in the garden grows, Beneath the stately pine, or fragrant rose. NO- These rhythmical meditations* an according to their dates, which spread over a space of thirty years. Nor is there any classification oj subjects, the apparent disorder being like Natun order with " Cloud and Sunshii For the introduction of the piece e\ '! Echo" o great a muster as George //- rbert. A f i appt ared in a ill work entitled " Bolton Abbey Hymns ;" for 1 "f print. Many of them claim to be regarded only as e ial hymns. Without possessing (he highest qualities .■octry, a hymn may be good when it is ress or excite religious emotion. The Author ! well rewarded, and his highest ambition satisfiid, if one or two of the number should find tf>< into the psalmody of the Christian Church. London, Nov. 21, 1870. CONTENTS i PA OF. Dedi' 3 tmet Prefatory Sonnet 7 Universal Praise IS The Prodigal 17 Mdttiing Voices 19 The Lamb of God 81 Mountain Thoughts Question and Answer The Primrose The Shadow of Death Son of David, Son of Mary. Son of God My Times are in Thy Hand 31 Reflecting all Things Fair 34 The Suppliant and the Saviour 35 Heavenly Treasure Following Jesus Thy way is Best 40 The Best Gift 42 The Publican's Prayer 43 Living Bread and Heavenly Wine 44 Bolton Abbey 45 The Ruined Temple 46 Prayer to the Holy Spirit 49 Rest 50 10 Contents. PAGE The God of Abram 51 Farewell 52 Remonstrance 53 Christmas Anthem ,j Prayer Answered in UisanjHnutment De Profundis 57 The Pilgrim's Song 58 The Brother in Adversity 62 The Contrast , f,4 Prayer for England 66 The Beatitudes 69 I >, lily Bread 7] The Sinner's Friend 70 Tli> - Appeal Onward j n 77 Tlie Niagara of Sin 78 I'll'- Bower 80 The God of our Fathers 81 Starlight Musings The Fading Leaf -■ I Blessed are the Dead 85 Temptation 86 Christian Victory 87 The Lord's Second Advent 89 My Grace is sufficient for thee 00 That I may win Christ 91 Sunday Morning 93 Sunday Evening 94 ISefore Sermon 95 After Sermon 96 Plea for the Wandering 97 Prayer for the Prayerless 98 Contents. 1 1 PAGE Bolj Spirit Miccourme 99 Sorrow and Succour ion Death is swallow cd \\\< in Victory 101 To be with Christ 102 Children's Appeal to the " Children's Friend" The Child's Hosannah i:.lm 107 Return onto thy Rest i 1 • In a Strait betwixt Two 110 The Comforter— the Holy Ghost 113 before Meat 114 Cnnv after Moat 114 The Church— the Bride of Christ 115 Them art my hiding place 110 Why Pray? An Argument 117 Prayer for an Infant 118 A Little Child a Homing Hymn 119 The Church— the Garden of the Lord 121 I will lay me «lo«n in peace and sleep 1SS Serve the Lord with gladness 123 Now 125 Growth from within 127 A Holiday Psalm 120 Our Royal Widow bless 131 The .Mountain Paths of Life The Cry of the Tempest-tost.— " In Adria " The Unknown God— Mars' Hill 137 Athens and S. Paul 139 Somewhat against Thee.— Ephesus 140 The Cry of the Captive.— Cairo 142 David and Goliath 143 Bethlehem.— A Christmas Carol ■ U7 The best Wine last.— Cana 149 12 Contents. PAGE The night was very very dark.— The Lake of Galilee .. 151 It is 1.— The Lake of Galilee 153 The Good Samaritan. — Jericho 15". The Home and Friends of Jesus. — Bethany 159 The Garden of Gethsemane 161 The Triumph of the Crucified.— Calvary 162 This same Jesus. — Mount of Olives 164 That goodly Mountain. — Lebanon. . ..» 16S Hallelujah ! 171 Doxology 172 / UNIVERSAL PRAISE. rise ye the Lord ! Praise ye Him, sun and mo Praise Him all ye stars of light ; ■ nd bail ; snow ami rap (UTS ; Mountains and all hills ; beasts and all cattle ; Bless the Lord, all His works ; Bless the Lord, my soul." Praise the Lord, ye realms of Nature ! To your King glad homage pay ; Sound His glory every creature, Day proclaim it unto day ; Sun, that speaks His fadeless splendour, Moon, that mildly rules the night, Circling planets, praises render, Praise Him all ye stars of light ! u 1 i Universal Praise. Let the earth bend low before Him Round its axle as it rolls ; [ales and continents ! adore Him, Blazing zone, and icy poles ; Alpine peaks ! n fti <-t His glory, Burn, volcanoes, in lli> praise ; Hill to valley about the story, Every land an altar rai Torrents foaming from the mountains, Rivera winding through the plain, Murmuring streams and bubbling fountains, Hissing hail and fruitful rain ; Praise Him ! rolling waves of ocean, 1 i billows, slumbering blue, Blend ye waters in devotion, Horning mists and diamond dew ! Lei tlic months in long procession, Each its proper tribute pay ; Let the seasons in succession On His altar offerings lay ; Incense fit from each ascending, Summer, led by tuneful Spring, Gifted Autumn, grateful bending, Winter wild, His praises sing ! Univt rsal Prax 15 Praise Him forests, dark, primeval, Spreading oak and pillared pine, With the ancient world ooeval Praise Him corn and clustered vn R praise Him! fragrant bow< rs, Jessamine and lilies twine; All ye held and garden ilov> Him to praise your charms i ombi] All your vari. . hlcndin_. Pealing thunder, whispering bre< ze, Plaintive notes from not Murmur of the trembling tre< Raise the psalm of adoration Sounding sea, and tinkling rill ' Swell the chorus of Creation Tuneful grove, and echoing hill ! Bees amidst the blossoms humming, Linnets carolling the spring, Cuckoo's shout of summer coming, Larks high soaring as ye sing ; Nightingales with pensive rapture, Blackbird, thrush, and cooing dove, Winged choristers of nature, Sing your Maker's psalm of love '. It; Universal Pra Ponderous whale and tiny minnow, Huge behemoth, gay gazelle, A' 1 that dive beneath the billow, All that in th lw< 11 ; 1:. • otB in the sunshine dan Merry in their mystic maz . Flocks reposing, horses praming, Join in nature's hymn of pi .1 creation ; Praise Him ! every tribe and nation ; Praise Him! heaven, let earth reply; All ye seraph choirs adore Him ! :;ts triumphant robed in whrl 1: tnsomed sinners ! bend before Him ; in praise to God nnil IT THE PllODIGAL. "I will arise and go to mj Fathei i Tve wandered far from home, I'm weary, sad and sore, 1 weep — but yet I roam, Wounded — I wander more ; From treacherous friends shall I seek comfort ? No ! I will arise and to my Father go. I'll tell Him all my sin ; I'll show Him all my pain ; Perhaps He'll let me in To the old home again ; But all my guilt and misery I'll show : I will arise and to my Father go. I've squandered all my store ; My every hope is quenched ; Repulsed from every door, From all my moorings wrenched, In my extremity of sin and woe I will arise and to my Father go. 18 The Prodigal. All worthh » as I am, Poor, helpless, guilty, lost, 'i'l. ; !it: Lamb, And by the 1! ly Ghost, ause my aii >rrows overflow, 1 will aris and to my Father go. • My Father's name i 11 above, : - Miro : !.• :\ Lag my sin and mi W, 1 will arise and t" my Fat' 19 MORNING VOICES. uue me to bear Thy l>vii>gkindne&- iu the m 'Tis sweet, when morn begins to bri ak, By morn's own musio to awake ; Bearing the sigh oi' tremblinj trees That whisper to the whispering breeze; The matin song of lark that soars And at heaven's gate its rapture pours; The blackbird's mellow, tender note, Responsi Brom many a tiny th] • Till the full chorus of the groyt Bursts forth to praise the God of 1< Hut sweeter far at morn to hear Thy lovingkindness, soft and clear. When sleep's brief death departs with dawn, And night's dark curtain is withdrawn, How doth each faithful heart rejoice To hear a friend's saluting voice ; How blest in proof of love and life, Greeting of husband and of wife ; How musical to parents' ear The treble tones of children dear ; How sweet the mother's love expressed To babe that nestles in her breast ; But sweeter far at morn to hear Thy lovingkindness, soft and clear. 20 Morning Voices. < ause me, each morning, then to hear Thy lovingkindncss, Father dear ! Though oft forgetful, wayward, wild, Assure me I am still Thy child ; Tell me my sins are all forgiven ; Rid me anew press on for heaven ; ( ) Let Thy love my will control; Counsel, instruct, direct, console ; - iv — soon as dawn salutes the sight — "I am Thy everlasting light " : Thus every morning let me hear Thy lovingkindncss, soft and clear. 21 THE LAMB OF GOD. "0 Lamb of G<»1 that died to t.ikc awaj the in of the vrorld have luercj opoo as! Grant us Thj pee O Lamb of God ! that on th Didst suffer to atone our loss, Give ear unto a sinner's plea, Have mercy, Lamb of God ! on me. There's room within Thy wounded sidi i; For all transgressors Thou hast died ; Pardon for all hast Thou unfurled Whose blocd was shed for all the world. Lamb of God ! the gracious, mild, The "holy, harmless, undehled," Assist me to resemble Thee, Have mercy, Lamb of God ! on me. < * Lamb of God ! grant me Thy peace, Prom sin and sorrow send release, And fit me for Thy home of rest To be with Thee for ever blest : There may I join the ransomed throng, And swell the everlasting song — ' ' Worthy the Lamb who once was slain, Worthy for evermore to reign I" no MOUNTAIN THOUGHTS. AT rONTRESIN'A. Thj righteouaneaa ia like the great mount Lobd of the mountains! The* [ prai Who didst the ancient hills upraise, Thi furrowed cliffs that frown on high, And granite peaks that pierci the sky. Tlu- glaciers Thy dominion own, Thi ice-domes are Thy glittering throne, The avalanche thunder is Thy voi< I . Thou bid'st the torrents wild rejoice. Thine art the reservoirs of snow, Whence never failing rivers now To fertilize, at Thy command, In summer drought the level land. Thou dost instruct the hardy pine Between the rocks his roots to twine ; The forests dark Thy praises show, Guarding the cultured fields below. Mountain Thoughts. 23 On pasture slopes of emerald green Thy cattle feed, the firs betw. The chimin? of whose tuneful hells With worship fills the flowery dells. Thou showest to the ea^le where may h:s cloud-veiled nest prepare ; Thou dost pre ' c chamois fli The tender, snow-nurst moss, to eat. The whistle of the marmot shrill < Thouhearesl from its Btorm-rent hill, And the cicala's sunny dee 1- watched, was oaused, is loved by Thee. Under the thick-ribbed glacier's shad Thou hast enamelled carpets laid ; And given to the gentian blue Its smiling, heaven-reflected hue. Thou, amidst precipices stern, Wavest fair fronds of mountain fern ; And, where the lightning leaves its scar, Soft edelweiss reveals its star. On rou^h moraine and dizzy steep, Thy star-bespangled mosses creep : These Alpine heights, if stern to view, With Alpine flowers are lovely too. Mmi nt din Thoughts, So full of wondrous mystery, Of beauty, strength, sublimity, In these great mountains, Lord, I trace Types of Thy righteousness and grace. Stainless aa yonder fields of snow, Fairer than fair, st flowers that grow, Afore musical than mountain rills, More lasting than the ancient hills. But who these heights sublime may scale? Vision alike and reason tail ! Who can explore these gulfs profound ? Who measure these vast mountains round Though clouds their awful crests conceal, To faith, their lower slopes reveal The perfect wisdom, goodness, love, Of Him who reigns supreme above. God of the Mountains ! let me share Thy righteousness and loving care ! Secure, by Thine almighty word, Beneath the shadow of the Lord. Then, when the hills at Thy command Shall melt away, my soul shall stand ; Because Thy Righteousness, my plea, Abideth everlastingly. To QUESTION AND ANSWER. Wkakv and sad, dear Lord, I look to 'I hi " Come uear to m< ." A question I would ask, my heart to ch- " Speak ! do not fear." When will my cheeks no more with grief he wet? " Patience ! not yet." W hen will the flesh and spirit cease their strifi •■At close oflifi Will nut this Long; tierce flght, till death I " No! not hefore." Shall I then ne'er attain to perfect rest? "Yes! with the blest." it I faint — my tears unceasing fall ! "I know it all." How trials so prolonged can 1 endure ? " My grace is sure." How can I breast the dark and stormy tid. " I'm at thy side." Where may I lay my sword and armour by - " In heaven on hiirh." When may I hope the victor's palm to wave ? " Beyond the grave." When shall I bask in heaven beneath Thy smile ? " A little while— " Then shalt thou rest and reign with me above, " Perfect in love." 26 THE PRIMROSE. UNDEB S. MARTIN'S HILL, BTTRBEY. I LOYE the early primp That lightens up the lane, So radiant in the sunshine, So cheerful after rain ; Good-bye to dreary winter How gladly doth it si i And tells of milder weather, And hopeful, happy Spring. I wish that like the primrose My life was always bright, And shone in darkest pathways With mild and constant light ; I wish that I reflected Each sun-ray from above, I wish that 'neath the storm-cloud I always smiled with love. The Primrose. 27 I wish that in the valley As on the swelling hill, Seen or unseen, with beauty 1 did my task fulfil ; In life's retired copses As in the garden gay, Beside the forest foot-track As by the broad high-way. I would be ever showing That winter's reign is o'er ; A happy pledge and promise Of joys for evermore ; I would be like the primrose, And sing in sun or shade, Of spring that's everlasting, Of flowers that never fade. •js THE SHADOW OF DEATH. I Ik 1 trough th [ will i ii, for Thou -irt with mi Jesus! my Shepherd, strong to say* , Wliose love Thyself for sinners gave, In death's dark vale it* Thou art near, k though I be, no ill I fear. Where thickets dense o'erhan? the way, With lions lurking for their it Where ii' rcer men and forms of hell, In wait for souls, malignant dwell ; Where not one Btraggling ray of light Pierces the funeral pall of night ; Where every moment of the gloom Threatens some sadder, deadlier doom ; The vale of anguish, dark and deep, Whi re tears of blood are those we weep, Where every footstep costs a groan, And every pilgrim walks alone ; The Shadow of Death. 29 E'en here the Shepherd's marks I fe< 1, And still Thyself Thou dost reveal ; For Thou hast walked this very way, And Thou art with me, Lord, to-day. Tin- voice of sympathy I hear, My Brother, Thou art very near ; Thy hand is gently laid on mine, My faith, responsive, claspeth Thine. Thy wounds, Thy bleeding side I a Thy rod, Thy stall', they comfort me ; Thy human love, Thy cross, Thy crown, Thy cruel shame, Thy threat renown. If Thou art near, my Shepherd, Guide, No evil can my soul betide ; The darkest valley leads to light, Grief trains for glory ever bright. And when I reach the stream called death, I'll triumph in what Jesus saith — " The Resurrection- Life am I, He that believes shall never die." 30 SON OF DAVID! SON OF MARY! SON OF GOD! SON of David .' .Tosu, Saviour ! Unto me Thy mercy show ; II. vy lath n, Lord, I labour, Pity mo and rest bestow; Fount of healing ! I., t Thy streams within»me now. D of Mary .' Tender Brother ! Thou hast shared our human woes; Comfort, soothe me like a mother, Loving — shield me from my foes ; Man of sorrows ! He has felt and therefore knows. ' .' Great King of glory ! Lord Eternal ! Mighty Friend ! Lowly, joyful, I adore Thee, Might and mercy in Thee blend ; I will praise Thee ! Hallelujah! without end. ;3i " MY TIMES AUK l.\ I11V HAND. ' ■ Commit thy way unto the Lord " •• youi tieavi iJv Fathei knoweth " M v times are in Thy hand ! I know not what a day Or fleeting hour may bring to me, Mut I am safe while trusting Thee, Should all thii. away. All weakness 1 On Him rely Who fixed the earth, and spread th y sky. My times are in Thy hand ! Pale poverty or wealth, Corroding care or calm rep' Spring's balmy breath or winter's snows, Sickness or buoyant health — Whate'er betide, If God provide, 'Tis for the best ; I wish no lot beside. 32 " My Times are in Thy Hand." My times are in Thy hand ! Should friendship pure illume And sti* w my path with fairest flowers, Or should I spend life's dreary hours In solitude's dark gloom — i art a Friend, Till time shall end, Unchangeable, in Thee all beauties blend. My times are in Thy hand ! * Many or few my days, I leave with Thee — this only pray, That by Thy grace, I, every day • Thy praise, May ready he To welcome Thee, Whene'er Thou com'st to set my spirit free. My time- are in Thy hand ! Howe'er those times may end — B . lden or slow my soul's release, Midst anguish, frenzy, or in peace, I'm safe with Christ my Friend ! If He is nigh, Howe'er I die, 'Twill be the dawn of heavenly ecstasy. " My Times arc in Thy Hand:'' 33 My times are in Thy hand ! To Thee I can entrust My slumbering clay, till Thy command Bids all the dead before Thee stand, Awaking from the dust. Beholding Thee, What bliss 'twill be With all Thy saints to spend eternity ! To spend eternity In Heaven's unclouded light! From sorrow, sin, and frailty fr< i , Beholding and resembling Thee — too transporting sight ! Prospect too fair For flesh to bear — Haste! haste! my Lord, and Boon convey me there ! 34 REFLECTING ALL TIIIXGS FAIR. AT ULLSWATER. •• \\ iy" How deep, h>w pure, how tranquil is the lake ! Lowh beneath the great hills it doth lie, ret looketh day and night unto the sky, Whose tints and glorious radiance it doth take. The sun and -tars a matehless mirror make In its oalm bosom, bending from on high ; non, tlic less, earth's objects thai an nigh Been n fleeted there — the ferny brake, The bending biroh-tree and the steadfast pine, The il liai( 1 meadoWB where the cattle feed, The tiny pebbles on the beach that shine, Each tuft of moss and every trembling r<< I. So to my Bonl be such pure calmness given, Reflecting all things fair in earth and heaven. 35 THE SUPPLIANT AND THE SAVlol'K. "Lojrd! if Thou wilt, Thon canst make lne clean." "I will! be thou clean." Loss, if Thou wilt, Thou canst restore My leprous, dying soul ; Stretch forth Thy gracious, healing hand. Thy touch can make me wl Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst efface Sin's dark and deadly stain ; Cleanse me from all detilement, Lord, N>r let one spot remain. Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst renew My spirit by Thine own ; 1 1 give to me a heart of flesh, And break this heart of stone. Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst conform My stubborn will to Thine ; Rule every thought, and may Thy light In all mv actions shine . Thr Suppliant and the Saviour. Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst console In sorrow's darkest hour; < » cheer me by Thy sympathy, Sustain me by Thy power. Lord, it Tin 'ii wilt, tlu weakest .>aint Shall triumph over di ;ith ; Joyful Thy praises may I sing, With my last parti ith. Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst reclaim My body from the j I :•• "B tion and the Life," Blighty art Thou to sav . I hou canst! Thou wilt ! almighty power I- linked with boundless love; By graos divine I'll serve Thee here, And dwell with Thee abo-. 37 WKNLY TEEA8UEE. up for youi es in Beavi i neither moth nor ruul doth corrupt " Win .should we lay up treasures here below, Where moth and rust corrupt f Why Ea oui to On joys from which so quickly we must pari F Why, on an ocean where such tempests blow, Embark so rich a freight? Why, midst tin ,:, w jo unkind a winter, plant a iluwer ragrant, yet s,. frail P Why build Hope's towei Where lightnings Hash, and whelming torrents flow ? But if our highest energies art. bent In God and Heaven a portion to secure, Whate'er betide, our heritage is sure; When the destroying angels forth are sent, When melts away the starry firmament, Our bliss unharmed, shall, e'en as God, endure. 38 FOLLOWING JESUS. !• crosa and follow me " Tin Holy Spirit, Lord, impart, And stir with love my sluggish heart, Then gladly from all sin I'll part, And rise to follow Tin I would obey Thy kind command To march with Thee to Canaan's land — But need Thy guiding, strengthening hand ; Help me to follow The< ' My Teacher, Ruler, Pattern, Guid< , Ne'er let me wander from Thy side, Nor from the narrow pathway slide, But closely follow Thee ! By meekness, patience, kindness, prayer — By works of love and friendly care — By holy conduct everywhere — Help me to follow Thee ! Following Jesus. 39 Whene'er the road is rough and steep, Whene'er the floods roll strong and deep, Although, distressed, I groan and weep, Still may I follow Thee ! When fears and foes beset the way, When darkest clouds obscure the day, And easier paths tempt me to stray, Help me to follow Thee ! At every hour, in every place, Amidst all dangers, give me grace With patient, plodding, onward pace, Closely to follow Thee. Courageously, whoe'er my fops, With cheer fidness, whate'er oppose, Unto my journey's final close, Help me to follow Thee ! Then along Heaven's own pathway bright, No more with foes and fears to fight, By Victory crowned, and robed in white, 111 ever follow Thee ! » This hymn may be snug to a L. M. tune by repeating the word "follow " in the fourth line of each verse. 40 THY WAY IS BEST. I mj will, I'Ut Thine be di Thy w iy, Lord ! Thy way — not mine ! Although, opprest, Fur smoother, sunnier paths I pine, Thy way is best. Though crossing thirsty deserts drear, Or mountain's crest ; Although I taint with toil and tear, Thy way is best. Though not one open door befriend The passing guest ; Though night its darkest terror lend, Thy way is best. So seeming wild without a plan, Now east, now west, Joys born and slain, hopes blighted, can Thy way be best ? Thy Wch gifts would all be vain ; Without such gifts, Thyself art endless gain. 43 THE PUBLICAN'S PRAYER. I Bending beneath a load of sin, D< serving for that sin to die, Danger without, remorse within, To whom for succour can 1 fly ? Father! I lift mj prayei to Thee — God! be mi r< iful to me. No works >.f mine I dare to plead, Without i souse, condemned I stand; Save me in this my utmost need, Stretch forth to me Thy helping hand ; Weak, guilty, lost — I cry to Thee — God ! be merciful to me. Thy love is vast, Thy mercy fi 1 have no confidence beside ; This, this alone is all my plea — For me the Saviour lived and died ; In Jesu's name I cry to Thee — God ! be merciful to me. 44 LIVING BREAD AND EEAVENLY WINK. HYMH FOB HOLY 0OMMT7NION. '•.'., d, and my blood Lb drink iudi THOTJ, Christ, art living Br I 1 t me from Thyself be fed ! Jesus, Thou art heavenly Wine — Lei me drink and know Thee mine ! Hungry — after Thee I long; ET< nd thus make me stroii. Thirsty — without Thee I'm Thou alone canst make me glad. Lord ! supply my urgent need, For Thy Flesh is meat ind< Without Thee I faint, I sink, For Thy Blood indeed is drink. Jesus ! 'tis for Thee I pine, Be to me both Bread and Win > irish, cheer me with Thy love, Till I feast with Thee above. 45 BOLTON ABBEY. '•All thy works shall praise thoe, Lord ; and tl ball bless thee." Entranced with varied loveliness, I gaze On Bolton's hallowed fane. Its hoary walls, More eloquent, in ruin, than the halls Of princely pomp, their solemn features raise 'Mid thick embowering elms. Meek cattle graze The peaceful pastures circling it around ; Old Wharfe flows sparkling by with pensive sound, And heathery hills look down through purple haze. All lend their aid to prompt these humble lays ; Some kind and soothing influence all have given — The mouldering Abbey, and the moss-grown grave, The breezy moorland, and the rock-nurst wave, Cliff, meadow, forest — all direct to Heaven, All blend their voices in one psalm of praise. D 40 THE RUINED TEMPLE. AT BOLTON ABfc •• K:. Likf. same fair temple overthrown, With broken arch and crumbling stone, The soul, though reared by hands divine, In ruin lies, a shattered shrine. ills now . rent and b Onc< . to the chanted pray I ; And joyful ."train.-, of holy sung Sublimely rolled these aisles alonL r . Kindled and nourished from above, The altar-tlame of Faith and Love Within the heart was burning bright, Diffusing round its tranquil light. The Ruined Temple. (7 But sin that sacred flame has quenched, And from its base that altar wrenched . While reptiles foul and birds unclean, In that once holy plac< n. Yet, though polluted and d Its pristine- form may yet be tram '1 ; And, on its BOulpta till The Builder's nam. is Legible. I; Btore Thy ruined temple, Lord ! <» Bpeak the Bold-transforming word ; Thy Thy 1! !;. Spi] '.' .. Remove the deep and di adly Main Of orgies dark, and i-it < Bid lust, pridi , - Lfishn I urt, Drive every idol from my hi »t no more Presume to tread that temple-f Henceforth he no pollution found To desecrate this holy ground. Rebuild the altar, kindle there The incense of habitual prayer ; And let the sacrifice of love Accepted rise, through Christ above. 18 The Ruined Temple. patient efforts to fulfil Thy holy, wise, and gracious will, A constant psalm of praise uplift, More prized by Thee than pompous gift. Let tower and pinnacle arise, From earth up-soaring to the skies ; I i v ry thought and purpose be An aspiration unto Thee. Tint-, Lord ! my ruined sonl reston , To be Thy home for evermore ; A glorious, consecrated shrine, Eternally, completely Thine ! 49 PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT " Take not thy Holy Spirit from me." Thou long suffering Spirit ! still With this rebellious heart abide ; ise not to check my wayward will, Subdue my sins, destroy my p; Thy counsels oft I've madly spurned, Against Thy striving dared to fight, Oft quenched the flame that in me burned, And to Thy grace done sore d> Set leave me not, Thou heavenly 1' Helpless, undone, to Thee I cry ; Pardon my crimes against Thy love, Nor from the suppliant sinner fly. M v heart I now would open wide ; Great Sanctifier ! enter in ; Sprinkle the blood of Him who died, And take away the power of sin. Thy living temple I would be ; come and dwell within my breast ; My Teacher, I'll be led by Thee, My Guide to heaven's eternal rest. 50 REST. " There rernaineth therefore a re-t for the people of God." ■ huh U-lieve do enter iuto rest." ELE8I ! I cry to Thee for rest, Calm, calm this troubled breast ! P.id the anxious conflict cease, Slid the tempest whisper " peace ;" W( iry with the length of way, Pining for the light of day, Tempted, wounded, sin-distressed — Lord! I pray, I pant for rest. Hid my fluttering heart be still ; Hake mi from vain self-will ; king Thie alone to please, Loving all Thy luve decrees, I .^ting on Th' - \< ry care, Sure that Thou my grief wilt share, On Thy sympathising breast I.i t me lean, and be at I 3 "n to me, Lord, be given & sf with Thee, at home, in heaven ! Rest from sorrow, toil, and strife, Rest from all the ills of life ; Every holy want supplied, Every yearning satisfied, Give the rest of God above, Perfect rest in perfect love. 51 THE GOD OF ABRAM. "The Lord said unto Abram, get thee out of thy country, unto a land that I will show thee ; and I will bless thee, and thou shalt be ■ blessing." "Thej which are of faith, the same are the children of Abram." God of Abram ! let Thy word By Abram' s pilgrim-child be heard ; Let me obey the gracious call — " Arise, go forth, forsaking all." Forth from a world of sense and sin, A heavenly heritage to win ; Leaving each idol vain behind, My Father, in my God, to find. Although untrod, unknown the way, Though doubts and darkness shroud the day, If Thou wilt lead me by the hand, Promptly I'll follow Thy command. Possessing Thee, all things are mine ; No foes can harm if I am Thine ; Call me Thy friend, and let me be Blest, and a blessing made, by Thee. While thus, a stranger here, I roam, Be Thou my ever-present home ; And soon my weary footsteps guide Where rest and holy peace abide. 52 The Godo/Abram. Then, in the promised land above, The changeless home of perfect love, With all the Patriarch's ransomed race I'll sing the glory of Thy grace. All praise to Abram's God be given By pilgrims here, and saints in heaven ! Let men with angels join to raise The song of never-ending praise. FAREWELL. TO MY MOTHEE, 1843. Fa kkv. i LL ! Farewell ! a few more years And we shall leave this vale of tears, Where fondest friends are farthest parted, \ ad distance mocks the broken-heai ttd : Ah ! then together we shall dwell, And never hear the word " Farewell." For they who reach the realms above Are never torn from those they love ; 1 'stance and death no more can sever, Theirs is blest intercourse for ever, Kiundship from all base mixture pure, A union ever to endure. Ah ! who can all the rapture tell Of homes where ne'er is heard — " Farewell." 53 REMONSTRANCE WITH MINISTERING SPIRITS. ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY MOTHEB, 1868. Forhear! attendant angels, forbear To urge the saint to take her heavenly flight ; Still let her loving smile our eyes delight ; Still to our fond embrace such treasure spare, And for such loss our troubled hearts prepare. Yours are the glories of unclouded light ; Be not too eager, from our gloomy night To snatch a star that shines with beams so rare. .Mure fit for your society we know, But needed more by us who mourn below : Your social wealth congenial prize will gain ; Our poverty, remediless will grow : Once gone — our arms will stretch for her in vain , Spare her ! once yours, you ne'er will part again. 54 CHRISTMAS ANTHEM. " Glory to God in the highest." To God on high be glory ! Peace and good-will to men ! Proclaim the wondrous sto,ry, Sound forth the song again — Glory to God and Peace on Earth ! Rejoice ! give thanks with holy mirth. Creation's Lord ! adore Him In human likeness made ; Men! Angels! bow before Him, In the rude manger laid ; Glory to God and Peace on Earth ! Rejoice ! extol the wondrous birth. How low our God is bending To take our misery ! How high is man ascending By this great mystery ! Glory ! in Bethlehem's holy child Sinners and God are reconciled. Christmas Anthem. 55 Heaven's Lord, our nature wearing, Man's Brother has become, That we, His glory sharing, May dwell in heaven, at home ; Glory to God and Peace on Earth ! Eternal praise for Jesu's birth ! To God on high be glory ! His love be magnified ; Spread through the world the story ; Be Jesus glorified ! In praise of Christ, our new-born King, Earth ! Heaven ! with Hallelujahs ring. 56 PRAYER ANSWERED IN DISAPPOINTMENT. " One jewel more" — I asked, " to make me glad." 11' took thr one I hud. rae quickly, Lord, and heal this wounded h< Still more !1> made it smart. "At length from trouble hid my soul i )"< ' thicker came the blows. " Grant me a life of active zeal," I *aid. Hi laid me on suk bed. I a>ked to soar in sunlight as the lark, But groped "//, dull and dark. " A.1 L -t giyi pi ace in victory over sin." J[i>n loud grew battle's din. ■' < » let me rest with Thee in pastures green !' v steep tragi are set n. • ' Why with keen knife, dear Lord, dost prune m< " Thai grace amy (/nicker grot ■ Why in my portion mix such bitter leaven P " " Ti> Jit thee more far heaven.'" " Lord, take Thy way with me, Thy way, not mine." •' My chihl ! all tilings are thine — A II in the end, though i/rievous, shall prove best, And then — eternal rest." 57 DE PROFUNDIS. 1 1 >ut of the depths have I rio Thoo, O Lord " Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord ! The deepest depths of agoDy and wi My only hope is in Thy faithful word, Thy sympathy the only halm I know. There is a gulf for ordered speech too deep ; A furuace far too fierce but for a cry ; Sorrows in which 'twere luxury to weep ; A darkness whence is only heard a sigh. Give ear to plaints that from these depths arise, Nor leave me in the dark to grope alone ; On my affliction look with pitying eyes, And answer prayers condensed in sigh or groan. 58 THE PILGRIM'S SONG. "The redeemed <>f tlie Lord anal] come with singing uuU. 7.\ in." Wiiy, Pilgrims of Hope, weep ye thus on the way To regions where sorrow ne'er darkens the clay ? Why groan with the griefs that are tieeting and light, While guiding to glory and endless delight P Rejoice ! fellow travellers, hanish your sighs ! To the lulls of Salvation, with hope lift your eyes ; And as ye press onward, exultingly sing The love never changing of Jesus our King. He waiteth to welcome His servants on high ; He now, as we journey, is constantly nigh ; Companion, Consoler, and Guide in the road To mansions prepared for His people's abode. Such comfort He gives as we journey along, That the timid grow brave, and the weary ones strong ; With the music of promise He charmeth the ear, Till faith beholds home and Jerusalem near. Though the path of the pilgrim be stony and steep, And the strongest may sometimes tremble and weep, Yet praise we the Road as well as the Rest, Already, as pilgrims, unspeakably blest. The PilgrMs Song. 59 Rocks, frowning afar, look kindlier near, And smiling with flowers their fissures appear ; On tracts the most barren bright mosses abound ; With sorrows the saddest some comforts are found. At times all advance may be seemingly closed, By valleys contracting and cliffs interposed ; But, as we go forward, the path opens out To gardens of gladness, through defiles of doubt. To tbe eye of the thoughtless, our journey may seem The dreary delusion of children who dream ; But they see not the beauties which pilgrims behold, And they feel not our joys which can never be told. How pure and refreshing the life-giving rills, As with silvery songs they leap down from the hills ! What vigour and gladness their waters impart To the traveller, wearied and fainting in heart ! Choice fruits overhang, inviting the taste Of all wbo to God and Jerusalem haste ; Tbe Rose and the Lily their sweetness exhale, And the music of Heaven is borne on the gale. The lions may roar, but those lions are chained ; Apollyon may rage, but his wratb is restrained ; Through the dark vale of conflict we'll sing as we fight, Till the Mountains Delectable burst on our sight. 60 The Pilgrim's Song. "What prospects unfold as upward we climb ! How varied, extensive, enchanting, sublime ! From the summits of Faith, looking back, we survey The beauties adorning each part of the way. When the road was the roughest, and Bternest the steep, And cares most compelled us to fear anft to weep — Amid the dark defiles of grief and despair, W see all the pathway well ordered and fair. Hut when we look forward, what regions of light, Bathed in tints of the rainbow, enravish the sight ! A Paradise teeming with beauties untold, A rity r. -;>1' ndent with jasper and gold. Thar as crystal, the waters of life ever flow From the throne of the Blessed One, banishing woe ; \ ad the banks (if the stream are adorned by the tree In whose shadow the nations are holy and free. N' > pestilence poisons the health-breathing air ; Ho storms ever darken the scenery there ; The heat never scorches, the frost never chills, But perpetual spring clothes the valleys and hills. In this beautiful land ever fragrant and green, The Celestial City all glorious is seen ; Its mansions and terraces mount up on high, And its glittering turrets illumine the sky. The Pilgrim's Sovg. 61 Eaoh gab is a pearl surpassingly fair ; Its walls are of sapphires and amethysts rare ; Its pathways are gold, and its palaces blaze With a lustra eclipsing the diamond's rays. 'Tis holiness renders the city so bright ; True secret of splendour, pure source of delight ' :old and its jewels — its dignity, this — The perfection of Love is the fulness of bliss. But where is the tongue can the rapture unfold, Of the numberless hosts who their Monarch behold P Reflecting His likeness, illumed by His smile, Where sin, death, and sorrow no longer defile. Bright squadrons of Angels, in countless array, Meet with Prophets and Martyrs, long since passed away ; The Saints of all ages, made perfect, are there ; And the friends, gone before us, our welcome prepare. Bj Faith even now is Jerusalem near ; 1 1 glories we see, its hosannahs we hear ; And soon we shall rest in its palaces bright, And drink at the fountain of endless delight. Then rejoice! fellow travellers : banish your sighs To the hills of Salvation with hope lift your ej And, as ye press onward, exultingly sing The love never changing of Jesus our King. B G2 THE BROTHER IN ADVERSITY. " We have not an High Priout which cannot bo touched »itli the feeling of our infirmities ; let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace t: spare me, that I ma> recover strength before I go hence aud be no no Fkiknd of sinners ! hear my cry, Cast on me Thy pitying eye ; Groaning 'neath a load of sin, Foes without, and fears within — Friend of sinners ! hear my cry, Pardon, cleanse me, ere I die. H The Sinner's Appeal to the Sinner's Friend. Friend indeed Thou art to me, Yet how cold my love to Thee ! Shunning oft Thy kind embrace, Slighting oft Thy Spirit's grace- Friend of sinners ! hear my cry, "Warm my heart before I die. :id me succour from above, Fill me with constraining love, All my sinful passions quell, By Thy Spirit in me dwell ; Friend of sinners ! hear my cry . Fully save me ere I die. 'Neath Thy shadow let me hide, Happy ever at Thy side, Faithful to the end of life, Victor in the closing strife ; Sinners' Friend ! be Thou nigh ; Save, receive me, when I die ! 10 ONWARD. D THING A WALK IN A HTTBBICANE NEAR LLANDUDNO. into the children of Israel that they go forward." Onward ! Christian pilgrim go, Though the wild winds rudely blow , Though the storm-clouds gather hlack, Though the mist obscures the track, Though the driving rain and hail Make thy faith and courage quail, Howsoe'er the tempests blow, Onward, Christian pilgrim, go ! Now along the rocky shore Angry waves tumultuous roar, Flinging far their briny foam, Dashing scorn on hopes of home ; Though across the narrow way Drives the hissing, blinding spray — Though the billows fiercely flow, Onward, Christian pilgrim, go ! Onward. On ! whore rocks on rocks are piled, < inward through the prickly wild, Onward o'er the quivering bog, Onward through the thickening Onward up the dizzy steep, Onward where the torrents leap, Though the danger seems to grow — Onward, Christian pilgrim, llmi,, .md safety yondi There they wait to welcome th< Onward through the storm to calm ' On to win the victor's palm ! Brief the labour, long the rest ; Scale the mansions of the blest ! ving tempest-clouds below, Upward ! Christian pilgrim, go! MESSIAH'S REIGN. Will; ll TAKING THE RALLELU.I \ B •■ Kin oi kingB, and Lord of lords ; ami he shall n an ! '"■ Kiv ut' kings, and Lord of lor What delight the sound affordE ' Jesus shall for ever reign, Final victory He shall gain. Lord of lords, and King of k Every mourner joyful sin^ None shall of His rule complain When the Saviour comes to rei King of kings, and Lord of lord- ! Broken are oppression's cords ; Sin is conquered, swell the strain ! Jesus doth for ever reign. Lord of lords, and King of kings ! Order, riches, rest, He brings ; "Warfare, hatred, fear shall cease, Vanquished by the Prince of Peace. 78 Messiah's Reign. King of kings, ami Lord of lords ! Earth and heaven repeat the words ! Truth and love will Be restore, IK j-liall reign for evermore. I of l'>rd>, aud lung of kings ! Load and Long the anthem rinu Hallelujah ! Shout again ! Jesus shall : r . v< r n ign. TILE NIAGARA OF SIN. Lord save us ; wu periafa Save, or 1 perish, Lord! the tide, Smooth, treacherous, rapid, deadly, wide, Hurries me headlong from Thy side; Save, or I perish Lord ! 1 slept on sin's delusive stream, Gliding along as in a dream ; Waking — on hell's dark brink I seem ; Save, or I perish Lord ! The Niagara of Sin. 79 The howling fall I dare not brave, Yet cannot stem the giant wave ; Helpless— I cry to Thee to save ; Save, or I perish Lord ! Spirit of love ! I now implore Thy aid, rejected, scorned before, To snatch me from the rapid's roar — Save, or I perish Lord ! Jesus ! I faint, I sink, I die ; Yet, sinking, fix my anguished eye On Thee, and from the torrent cry — Save, or I perish Lord ! Thou canst! Thou wilt I Thy hand I see, Long slighted, still held forth to me ; I grasp that hand, I cling to Thee ! Save, or 1 perish Lord ! THE SOWER. tho iirncn. ■ 1! thai Weeping goes forth the sower on h ping — although he beareth precious seed ; Weeping — because he knows his utter need ; \Y dark and stormy day. II. v.. ; for goodly grain cast quite away ; For barren loot-path, and delusi WIh re rocks, scarce hidden, all his labour foil ; For early bloom of hopes that will not stay ; For thriving plants choked up by many a weed ; ^ t ceases not to sow, and watch, and pray. The Saviour, as 1L sowed, did weep and bleed, But now rejoices with the fruit alway : So, like the Master, he who sows and grieves, Shall doubtless coi in with joyful sheave 81 "THE GOD OF OUR FATHERS." " i iiu Fathen I lis what I i didst in and in the old I in." Jehovah, who to saints of old Did oft His wondrous power unfold, And help in utmost peril gave, Is still as near and strong to save. The ark amidst the furious flood Securely rode, preserved by God ; And, midst the wildest waves of care, I cannot sink, if Thou be there. Though, as a stranger, I may roam, With Jacob's God I'm still at home; And, from each stony bed, doth rise A radiant ladder to the skies. In Egypt's bondage Thou art near, The sighs of Israel Thou dost hear ; And, while Thy plagues reach every foe, Angels each blood-stained lintel know. " The God of our Fathers." Thou, by a word, canst open wide A pathway through the threatening tide ; And, whelmed beneath the surging sea, Shall Pharaoh's chosen chariots be. The barren rock shall yield supplies, I'ure fountains from its clefts shall rise, Thy people shall be daily fed In deserts wild, with heavenly bread. When cast into the lion 1 * den, Or mad the sport of fiercer men, The lion's mouth Thy hand will close, And guard me safe from all my foes. When Satan'- army gathers near, W'h d fails my fainting heart with fear, q Thy 31 rvant's eyes to see Th( hosts of God, how strong they be! IK- who till now has been our Friend Will guide us safely to the end, And land us on that peaceful shore Where fears and foes afflict no more. To God then let us joyful raise — Our father's God— a song of praise ; And to our children tell His fame Whose love is changelessly the same. 83 STAR-LIGHT MUSINGS. AT PENENDEN nEATH, 1836. "As the heaven is high above the earth, so groat ia Hifl mercy toward them thai feat Him." 1 1 light her pinions swift could lend That to yon star I might ascend, And then, through space my path pursue Till Earth should vanish from my view — If, pausing on the Milky Way, I might, with wondering gaze, survey The countless orhs which throng the sky, Beyond the ken of mortal eye :— Thence mounting, could I wing my flight Through unknown realms of starry li-xht, Upward, still upward, till I found The vast creation's farthest bound : — The loftiest point I thus might gain Would still leave all my efforts vain, The length, and breadth, and height to span Of the Redeemer's love to man. 84 THE FADING LEAF. •■ We ill .1 1 fade as ;i leaf." Oue life, how frail it is ! ( hangeful and brief. Spring, rammer, tlv — then we Fade as all Why should a thought like this Minister grief, If we our end fulfil, E'en as a leaf p Then, brightening at the ch Hoping relief From sorrow, sin, and care, as a leaf? Brief -winter ; fadeless spring ; Blissful belief: This is onr joy, that we Fade as a leaf. Of all our aims in life This then be chief — Ripe, hopeful, bright, that we Fade as a leaf. 85 BLESSED ARE THE DEAD. THOUGHTS [N KENSAL GREEN CEMETERY, AT III: FUNERAL OF A FRIEND. How blest are they who peaceful sleep ! The long and sad life struggle o'er ; Who neither toil, nor tight, nor weep ; Who tear, and taint, and fall no more. From darkness, doubt, and care released ; From sin, and all temptation free ; On fruits of Paradise they feast, And Jesus in His glory see. Why should I cling to life on earth, With blighted hopes and yearnings vain ? Where mourning swiftly follows mirth, And pleasures all are mixed with pain ? for the home of joy above ! Its sacred calm, its holy rest ; Where souls are linked in perfect love, And with their Lord are ever blest. 86 TEMPTATION. '• Watch ami pray that ye enter not into temptation " <) thai my soul were free from sin. Completely purified within, Completely rescued from the sway Of him, whom death's dark realms ohey ! Sin is my worst, my deadliest foe, Sin caused the Saviours blood to ilow. Aid sin would plunge me into hell, In darkness and despair to dwell. Shall I then welcome with a smile, Satan advancing to beguile ? Or for one moment lingering stand, Wlun this destroyer's near at hand'' Shall I one moment stop to ga I'pon his robe's deceitful blaze ? And trine with the deadly dart Which he is aiming at my heart ? Lord ! give me grace that I may rly Whene'er I see the tempter nigh ; Nor loiter on the dangerous ground Where his enchanting snares abound. Tempt i it ion. 87 Secure me safe within Thy fold, My spirit to Thy likeness mould, That sin may be my bitterest gall, And Jesus be — my All in all. CHRISTIAN VICTORY. •■ To It i in tii.it overcometh will I gn of the hidden manna and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man kjto'weth aaving he thai th it." Salvation's Captain, mighty Lord ! Fulfil in me Thy gracious word, Help me to wield the conqueror's sword, Help me to overcome. By Thee alone I hope to quell The world, the flesh, the powers of hell ; let Thy Spirit in me dwell, That I may overcome. On Hidden Manna let me feed, Thou only canst supply my need, Thy blood, Thy flesh, are meat indeed ; By Thee I'll overcome. >s Christian Victory. Give me to know my sins forgiven, To see my foes all backward driven, To glory in the hope of heaven, And thus to overcome. a, hailed by comrades gone before, < !onvey me to thai peaceful sh Where war's alarms are heard no more liy those who overcome. With warrior saints of high renown, At \ ' 1 asl shall I sit down P Shall! the conqueror's crown ? Shall 1 thus overcome? All honour, glory, praise to Thee, i o Thee alone shall rendered ' . . and through eterni By all who overcome ! 89 THE LORD'S SECOND ADVENT. ' !'• . ;ue i|iii<-k: '• Even so, come, Lord Ji Wry, Lord, why so long dost Thou di laj Thy promised coming ? why so long postpoi The glorious triumph by Thy Prophets shown, And by the church expected? Lord, we pray That now, e'en now, may dawn Millennium's day. Pity creation's long continued groan, Answer the prayers that crowd around Thy throne, Nor let Thy chariot wheels their advent stay. come to curb the serpent's era And sin, our deadly toe, in tetters bind ; Wipe every tear away, all grief assuage, Reveal Thy truth and love to all mankind ; Lei warfare, pride, oppression, envy And till distracted earth with heavenly pea 90 "MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR THEE." " For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, thai it might from me. Ami Be said unto me, Hj 51 - iffii ient for thee, for 1 ■ 1 v strength 1- nude perfect in ■■ Most ghuU) there fore "ill I 1 rj in mj inhi n .|n.ii me." Il'iw oft in fear and wot- 1 d — "Dear Lord deliver iu> But r^till thus only He replied — My grace sufficeth //<<>■. This thorn, which rankles in my heart, Lend, with pity see, And hid it speedily depart ! My .--' "' 1 suffici tli thi . 1'.. hold this hitter, hitter gi This untold agony ; Jesus, swiftly Bend relief! My grace sufficeth thee. How can I meet each boisterous wave On life's wild stormy sea ? calm the tempest ! succour ! save ! My grace sufficeth thee. " My Grace is sufficient for thee" 91 The night is dark, the way is long, And friends and helpers nee ! The light is fierce, the foe is strong! My grace sufficeth Due. Enough, enough, what Jesus saith ! I'll hoast infirmity ! In conflict, sorrow, darkness, death, Thy grace sufficeth me. "THAT I MAY WIN CHRIST." \ lAK.U'IIHASE OF PHIL. III. 7 II. " But what things were gain to me, those I counted losa f"i i :iirist. 'i e i. doubtless, and I count all things but loss— thai 1 maj win i hrist." When my best actions, Lord, I see In Thy most searching holy light, What was my gain is loss to me, And rendered hateful in my sight : My own false worth I cast aside, The best is stained with self and sin ; My only plea is — " Christ has died ;" My only aim is — Christ to win. 92 " That I may win Christ." Jesus! my only Hiding Place, Jesus ! who didst for sin atone, I hope in Thy redeeming gri I flee for help to Thee alone : Cleanse me in Thy most precious hlood, And make my nature pure within ; Thus am I reconciled to God l'.\ faith, when Thee, Christ, I win. 5 • a, doubtless, all thin - That keep my soul, Lord, from Thee ; Joy heyond words is in Thj 'Tis heaven, Thy smiling I let me know and love Thee more, Leaving the things that are behir And reaching forth to things before. Till Christ, the prize, I fully find. With Thee, in fellowship of woe, Conformed to Thee, e'en unto death, May I Thy resurrection know, And live for Thee in every breath ; Thine image may I thus attain, To Thine own glory enter in ; For all God has to give, I gain, And heaven is mine, when Christ 1 win. 93 SUNDAY MORNING. Sacked Sabbath ! Holy Rest ! With the smile of Heaven imprest ; Joyful Sunday ! — radiant shine, Gladden me with light divine. Poor man's charter from above, Sign to all that God is love ; God, who labour did ordain, Bids the weary rest again. Day when severed households meet, Gathering round the Mercy-seat ; Day of calm retreat from care, Day of cheerful praise and pra^ Day of the Creator's rest, When His finished work He blest ; Day on which the Saviour rose, Victor over all His foes. may I, in God, my home , Peaceful rest and never roam ; that I with Christ may rise, Till I join Him in the skies. G 94 Sunday Morning. Fit ine, Day of holy rest, Foi the Sabbath of the blest ; Be the Sun of all the seven, Foretaste, harbinger of heaven ! SUNDAY EVENING. . •) Lord, we humbly pray, of Thy holy day ; I >ur sacrifice of grateful praise, lit* prayers, like incense, which we raise. No merit may dpi service win, Our sacred r stained by sin, Discordant notes our praises mar, In prayer our thoughts oft wander far. Priest of the Church ! Thou, Thou alone, Our faults and failings canst atone ; Thou, Jesus, once for all didst bleed, And still dost live to intercede. let our offerings perfumed be, With fragrant incense, Lord, by Thee ; And let our worship reach the skies, Accepted through Thy sacrifice. 95 BEFORE SERMON. Holt. Spirit, now impart Light and love to every heart ; Let the me- shall hi Quicken, strengthen and cheer. Father ! may we each fulfil All Thy wise and loving will ; Be it everywhere obeyed, Thus let Earth like Heaven b< made. Thou who on the cross didst bleed, Now enthroned to intercede, Hear our blended cry to Th Hear our Heaven-indited plea. Let Thy kingdom come, Lord ; M ighty be Thy conquering word ; Hasten on the golden age ; Claim Thy purchased heritage ! 96 :r.K SERMON. High, be given, For the gOB] I from heaven ; r'nr f IgC We havr heard, 1'hy pure, life-giving word. ir pardon, full and 6 Loud proclaimed from Calvary ; ir Jesus — Saviour, Friend ; Praise for love that ne'er shall end. Thy grace impart ; I the truth on every heart ; we all on Christ rely, Him live, and in Him die. Praise the Father ! Praise the Son ! Praise the Spirit ! Three in One ! By us all may praise be given, ,- on earth ; for aye in heaven. 97 PLEA FOR THE V7AHDEBING. naidering thyself leet thou al60 bo temj • i' n v tlu wandering— ( > '. the bitter strife, The shame, the fear, the anguish of tin n lift . I 'ray for the wandering— Jesus prays for t) If He should weary grow, v. Excuse th< wand< ring, far as hope can Perhaps their foefl were more than thou canst know. Plead for the wandering— Law on Love will smile, If pity prompt, not licence thee beguile. ole the wandering — th< - udeed, And, oft forsaken, be their friend in need. Assist the wandering— thou may'st need a hand,' For thou may'st fall, who (irmly now d ad. Be patient with the wandering — God with U Is patient, not from sin art thou quite free. Seek out the wandering — love them, succour lend, And thus resemble Christ, the wanderer's Friend. Reclaim the wandering — thou hast been reclaimed, And Jesus sought thee, found thee, cheered, not blamed. save the wandering — bliss indeed 'twill be, With souls thus won, to spend eternity. ns PRAYER FOR THE PRAYERLESS. We pray for those who do not pray, Who waste, Lord, salvation's day : For those we love who love not Thee — Our grief, their danger, pitying see ! Those for whom many tears are shed, And blessings breath d upon their head ; The children of Thy people, save From godless life, and hopeless grave. Hear fathers, mothers, as they pray For sons, for daughters, far away ; Bn fcher for brother, friend for friend — Hear all our prayers that upward blend. pray for those who long have heard, l'.ut still neglect, Thy gracious word ; Soften the hearts obdurate made By calls unheeded, vows delayed. Release the drunkard from his chain, Save those beguiled by pleasures vain, Set free the slaves of lust, and bring Back to their home tbe wandering. Prayer for the Prayerless, 99 The hopeless cheer ; guide those who douht ; Restore the lost ; cast no one out : For all that are far oft' we pray, Since we were once far off as thev. HOLY SPIRIT, SUCCOUR ME ! "The Spirit liuljut li oui infirmities." Holy Spirit ! succour me, Compassed with infirmity ; I am foolish, feeble, Mind — Be my Helper — faithful, kind ! Help me to repent of sin, Help me to he pure within, Every lust may I forsake, Every evil habit break. Help me patiently to bear Sorrow, pain, and anxious care ; Help me to be strong in faith, Trusting all mv Saviour saith. r Ever may I Him obey, Never from His foot-marks stray, My affections fixed above, May I serve because I love. 100 SORROW AND SUCCOUR. I SINK ! Lord! from the brink Of sin and dark despair, hear my earnest prayer ; And lift me up to purity, And hid me trust, and hope, and rest in Thee. I fear ! Lord, be naar To shield me from my foes ; Ward off their cruel blows, And give me grace to stand and fight, And mukc me more than conqueror by Thy might. I weep! The floods are deep ; Stretch forth Thy hand and save ; Bear mc above the wave ; I'll sing for joy amid my tears, If in my grief my heavenly Friend appears. I die! Jesus be nigh ! Then, victor in the strife, Winning eternal life, Glad hallelujahs I will sing, And soar to live and reign with Christ my King. 101 "DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY." THOUGHTS IN HlGnQATB CEMETEBY. Abe dentil's dark emblems suited for the grave Of those who dwell in heaven's unclouded light? For souls arrayed in robes of dazzling white Shall blackest palls, and plumes funereal wave ? Shall lilies drooping with untimely blight, Torches reversed, whose flame is quenched in night, And columns shattered, our compassion crave For those whom Christ, by death, did fully save— Who now, made perfect, serve, and in His sight Drink of the fountain of supreme delight ? Rear high the shaft! " New Life " thereon engrave ! Turn up the torch ! it never burnt so bright ; A richer hue and scent the lily gives ; Not till the Christian dies he fully lives ! 102 TO BE WITH CHRIST. " Hiving a desire to depart and to be wit better." To be with Christ ! glorious hope ! What otln r joj with this may cop* - The brightest star That gleams in this world's night is dim. Earth's bliss is mean — to be with Him Is bettor far. Bi tter than riches, power .>r tame, B< •• : than wear the proudest name, [s Christ to see ; To feel the assurance of His lovi , And thus to share the joys above, — With Christ to be! To be with Christ, is better now, Though pain and anguish cloud the brow, Than worlds to own ; Better with Him to toil and fight, To fast through longest, darkest night, Than feast alone. T» be with Christ. 103 how much better still to be With Christ — from sin and sorrow free- In heaven our home ! To see His face, His glory share, And from His blissful presence there, No more to roam. CHILDREN'S APPEAL TO THE CHILDREN'S FRIEND. " Suffer the little children t.> come unto me." .1 estjs ! Friend of children ! hear us, As we lift our cry to Thee ; May we know that Thou art near us, And Thy smile of pity see ; Friend of children ! Suffer us to come to Thee. 104 Children's Appeal to the Children's Friend. Wt are very young and tender, 1 1 tip our helpless infancy ; Take the tiny gifts we render, Our great Saviour ever be ; Friend of infants ! Suffer us to come to Th Lei not friend nor foe prevent us, A> to Thy kind arms we flee ; Give us, Lord, the blessing sent us, Hear, hear, our humble plea ; Friend of children ! Suffer us to come to Thee. Hahes and sucklings, Jesu ! fold us In Thy bosom tenderly ; We believe, for Thou hast told us, That Thy love is full and free ; Friend of infants ! Suffer us to come to Thee. Old and young, now swell the chorus, Shout aloud in harmony ! Hallelujah ! Lord, reign o'er us, Now and through eternity ; Friend of all men ! We will ever worship Thee. 105 THE CHILD'S HOSANNAH. *' Out of the mouth of babea and nuckling* Thou liaM perfected praia Praise to Jesus ! blend your voices , Christ, the great Redeemer, praise ! Ransomed earth with heaven rejoices ; Bring your loudest, sweetest lays. Children' 8 voices, Infants' voices, May their glad hosannahs raise. Let us sing the wondrous story Of the child's almighty Friend ; How He left the realms of glory , And to die did condescend. Children's voices, Infants' voices, Sim? the love that ne'er shall end. *e Babes and sucklings ! sound His praises ; He for us a babe became ; Us in His kind arms He raises, Now, as when on earth, the same. Little voices, Infants' voices, Sing the Son of David's name. 106 The Child's Bosannah. From His glory He beholds us — " Suffer them to come to me " — Still in His kind bosom folds us ; Our best Friend will ever be. Babes and sucklings, Little children, Hope in heaven that Friend to see. Worthy b the Friend who sought us — "Wandering, weary, helpless, lost ; Worthy is the Lamb who bought us — His own blood the countless cost. Children's voices, Infants' voices, Blend with the angelic host. Praise to Jesus ! swell your voices ! Old and young the Saviour praise: Ransomed earth with heaven rejoices; Bring your loudest, sweetest lays. Infants' voices, Children's voices, All combined, hosannah raise. 107 ECHO. S.vy, Echo! where is joy with no sad leaven? Heaven ! Heavy the griefs that work out such delight. Light ! Too great the cost, the rlesh to crucify. Fie ! Satan hath Destiny for strong ally. A lie .' They say sin's sweet and safe — and 1 believe it. ave it ! I cannot, will not leave the soil 1 grew in. Ruin ! Honour and ease I'll not exchange for shame. For shame ' .U'tcr such toil must I lose all again p A gain ! I think I'm good enough, in word, in deed. Indeed f You doubt it, Echo ! wisdom' much you need. You need! v ! must I tirst all doctrine rightlv know ? No! How keep myself from falling, Satan's prey ? Pray ! And will God hear me if to Him I cry ? Aye! And will He help if I to Him complain ? Plain ! Shall I succeed if I by prayer endeavour ? Ever ! I'll work, I'll fight, my weapons shall not rust ! Trust ! His RETURN UNTO THY REST, MY SOUL. Weary and sad, with guilt opprest, Return my soul unto thy rest ; And lay thy load on Christ alone, Who for thee suffered to atone. Wounded, and faint, and sick, and sore, Soek help at Mercy's open door ; Jesus alone can make thee whole. Return unto thy rest, my soul ! Perplexed with doubts and reasonings vain, In childhood's faith come back again ; A lamb upon the Shepherd's breast, Return, my soul, unto thy rest. Fretted with vanity and pride, Come, kneel apart at Jesu's side ; There, lowliness and meekness learn, And thus unto thy rest return. Return unto thy Rest, my Soul. 109 Betrayed in quest of worldly joy, "Whose brightest gold is base alloy, Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; In Jesu's love be fully blest. Weary with weeping, crushed with woes, Thou hast a Friend who sees and knows, And bids thee all thy sorrows roll On Him, thy true rest, my soul. For He has felt the pains we feel, And every wound will surely heal ; Whate'er His love ordains is best ; Return, my soul, unto thy rest ! Speed on brief night ! dawn endless day ! Grief, conflict, sin — soon pass away ! Then, with thy Lord, in glory blest, Return, my soul, unto thy rest ! 110 IN A STRAIT BETWIXT TWO. . lit betwixt two, haviug a desire to depart and to bo with Christ, which La far better : nevertheless, to abide in the • more needfu! I love my home below, The pleasant scenes of earth, The nooks I so well know, Dear country of my birth ; I love her fields and flowers, Broad streams and tiny rills; I Love her woodland bowers, Green dales and breezy hills. But there's a home on high, More beautiful and bright ; No tempests cloud the sky, The day ne'er sets in night ; There, is no sound of strife, No tears bedew the ground ; Beneath the tree of life Unfading flowers abound. In a Strait betwixt Tivo. Ill How strong the cords that bind Kindred and bosom friend ! Blest sympathy of mind, When thought and feeling blend ; More precious far than gold, The friendship of the heart ; I cannot loose my hold, I cannot bear to part. But heaven has other friends "Who beckon me to go ; Their circle still extends, "While lessens this below : There, is no bleeding heart, Graves are unknown above ; They meet and never part In that pure home of love. Thy presence, Lord ! how sweet, How blissful, though unseen, When with Thy saints we meet, Or, lonely, on Thee lean ; The whispers of Thy voice Are music to my ear ; In darkness I rejoice "When Thou, my Lord, art near. 112 In a Strait betwixt Two. But these delights how brief! Hindered by sin and care ; How seldom such relief Our wearied spirits share ; The glory wall not stay, The night grows dark again, The vision fades away, "We stretch our arms in vain. to behold Thee shine, For ever, where Thou art ! To know Thee always mine, And never more depart ; To gain the prize long sought, Thy perfect image share, To love Thee as I ought — 'Tis better to be there ! Far better to depart And with my Lord to be ! But — if by toil and smart I still may honour Thee ; If to the least of Thine I may some service do, I would my wish resign, In happy " strait Hwixt two." 113 THE COMFORTER, THE HOLY GHOST. Spirit of God ! whose power alone Can new-create this heart of stone ; listen to my earnest cry, Nor leave me in my sins to die. Spirit of Light ! dispel the cloud, That darkly doth my soul enshroud ; Spirit of Holiness ! expel All evil thoughts that in me dwell. Spirit of Prayer ! instruct me how Before the throne of God to how ; And, pleading Jesu's precious name, His purchased blessings humbly claim. Consoling Spirit ! peace impart, When care and grief distract my heart ; Assure me of a Saviour's love, And cheer with hope of joys above. Of Heaven the Earnest and the Seal, Let me Thy constant influence feel ; And, of the future world's high bliss, Give me some foretaste, e'en in this. 114 Tin Comforter, th* Holy Ghost. Thus, Holy Ghost ! Thy work complete, Thus make my bouI for glory meet ; Then, to the Father, Sun, and Thee, I'll rendei prai lly. GRACE BEFORE MKAT. God be praised for table spread] Bounteous Source of every good, Give to all their daily bread, Bb Be out fellowship and food. . . ! by w re we 1 i % . With our food Thy bl< ssing give ; Belp thi . and impart Love and joy to every heart. GRACE AFTEB MKAT. Fob food and friends let thanks be given ! Lord ! may our lives be hymns of prai- ; Thus may wo meet at length in heaven, And feast with Thee through endless days. 115 THE CHURCH, THE BRIDE OF CHRIST. ■■ i will show thee the bride, the [emb'i w me thai great city, the holy Jerusalem, d ee ofin di ng ■-'■" ,.>d, hiivin- Bod." Bride of Christ ! how beautiful art thou ! Of myrrh and cassia thy garments smell, From ivory palaces where thou dost dwell. A queenly crown adorns thy radiant brow . Thy retinue king's daughters vie to swell With cheerful gifts to thee all nations bow ; No tongue thy peerless charms can fitly tell. But whence thy glory ? Given thee from above : Not the mock jewels which the worldly prize, Thy charms are goodness, meekness, truth and li »ve. Alas ! that we should hide, by rags of earth. The beauty that is thine by heavenly birth. Bridegroom Divine ! strip off each vile disguise, That her true charms may win all hearts and eyes. 116 THOU AKT MY HIDING PLACE." Fku.m curse of law, and fear of hell, Where can a sinner safi ly dwell ? With terror wild, dismayed, undone, where, for refuge, can I run ? Almighty Ruler ! unto Thi For safety and for peace I l' Though I deserve Thine angry frown, On me, with pardoning love, look down. In Thee alone, so long defied, In Thee I may .securely hide ; From Thee I lied in guilty fear ; To Thee, in faith, I now draw near. Thy sovereign, free, unbounded grace, This is my only hiding place ; let me never from Thee roam ; Be Thou my soul's eternal home. 117 WHY PRAY? AN ARGUMENT. 'In everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, >UT requests l>e madu known nut'. God." Win pray ? As if each small affair Of little man, might claim the care < M Him who reigns in boundless state ! If not — is 11< so great t But can the God who guides the sphere Of universal nature, hear Lb if 1 only were in right F Is He not infinite t Hut how shall He who ruhth all, Who guards the great, observe the small F Sow can He tend each single soul ? If not — how rule the whole t Hut if my prayer He can thus hear, Bay — will He deign to bend His ear P Give me some proof more strong than creeds ! Thy heart within thee pleads. Hut is there proof in mere desire For that to which my hopes aspire ? May I thus trust my nature weak ? 'TVs God in thee doth speak. 118 Why Pray ? An Argument. From God that heavenly instinct came : He wrote on thee His holy name : That conscious need, those yearning* strong, He gave, and will not wrong. PRATES FOR AN INFANT. TO MY LITTLE NIIIIEW W. N. n. Babt Newman, tiny Willie! New blown, tender, laughing lily ! May no frost of winter blight thee, No fierce sun of summer smite thee, No rude hand of man pollute- thee, No wild tempest ere uproot thee. He who was HimwAlf a child, "Holy, harmless, undefiled," Bless thy childhood, bless thy youth, Crown thy manhood with the truth ; Make thee holy, keep thee pure, Help thee to the end endure ; Give thee life, by goodness long, Soothing grief, resisting wrong ; Loving sire and grandsin '- flod, Treading the old path they trod ; Then, with all who baby love, Mav'st thou dwell in Heaven above. 119 A LITTLE CHILD'S MORNING HYMN. Day again is dawning, Darkness Hies away ; Now from sleep awaking, Let me rise and pray. Jesu! tender Shepherd, Watching while I slept, Bless tho little lamhkin, Thou hast safely kept. Help me, Lord, to praise Thee, For my cosy hed ; For my clothes and playthings, For my daily bread ; For my darling mother, For my father dear ; For the friends who love me, Far away and near. 120 A Little Child'* Morning Hymn, Robin blithe is chirping, Glad the night is o'er ; Larks the light are greeting, Singing as they soar : I'm Thy little birdie ; May I ever sing, Goodness making music, Unto Christ my King. Daisies now an? turnii: _ , Bright eyea to the sun ; And the light is shining, On them every one : I'm thy little Sower, Jesus ! shine on me — Turning, all my lifetime, aeful eyes to Thee. God the Father loves me, Jesus died for me ; And the Holy Spirit, Guides and comforts me. Glory to the Father \ Glory to the Son ! Glory to the Spirit ! Blessed Three in One. A.mk.v. 121 THE CHURCH, THE GARDEN OF THE LORD. AT LYDNEY PAEK CONFERENCE. "Grace be with ;ill them that love our Lord Jesm Chrial in dnoei il - The garden of the Lord spreads far and wide ; But not in one huge hed, unvaried, grow The trees which He has planted ; fruits and flowers, The lily, rose, and jasmine— fragrant bowei s, Tn differing borders the same beauty show. Such varying forms true oneness cannot hide ; They beautify the garden, not divide. We hedge and fence our favorite bed — but lo ! Beyond the barrier, to reprove our pride, Are flowers as sweet and fair ; the heaven-taught bees, Seeking the honey, scorn the fence ; the breeze, Incense from all alike to God doth blow ; On all the beds He pours His showers divine, On all the garden makes His sun to shine. 122 " I WILL LAY ME DOWN IN PEACE AND SLEEP." When night has quenched the sun's last ray, And hoding shadows round nie creep, Secure, as in the blaze of day, I'll lay me down in peaoe and Bleep. When round me varied frials crowd, And my crushed heart in sorrow steep, With God, beneath the darkest cloud, I'll lay me down in peace and sleep. When rudest waves my bark assail, And round me yawns the stormiest d< ep, Amid the roaring of the gale, I'll lay me down in peace and sleep. Compassed by fiercest powers of hell, From harm Thou canst Thy children keep ; Thou makest me in safety dwell ; I'll lay me down in peace and sleep. And when my day of life is o'er, And friends endeared around me weep, To wake with Thee on Canaan's shore, I'll lay me down in peace and sleep. 123 SERYE THE LORD WITH GLADNESS. " Serve the Lord with gladness, come before HU presence with singing." Serve the Lord with gladness ! Joyful tribute bring ; Banish fear and sadness, Grateful praises sing. Serve the Lord with gladness ! Cheerful anthems raise ; All His wide dominion, Swell the psalm of praise ! ClIOliTJS. Serve the Lord with gladness ! Joyful tribute bring ; Banish fear and sadness, Grateful praises sing. Serve the Lord with gladness ! Banish servile fear; Trust your tender Father, We to Him are dear. All our sins He pardons, All our frailty knows ; Helps in all our conflicts, Soothes in all our woes. Chorus. Serve the Lord icith gladness, fyc. 124 Sent the Lord with gladness. Serve the Lord with gladness ! Serve, and thus be fret Unreserved surrender, Noblest liberty ! All His laws are blessings, h command a boon ; Sorrows work our welfare, Bringing glory soon. Ciiori ■-. Serve the Lord with gladness, ftc. rve the Lord with gladness ! Leave the world behind ; Sin and self renouncing, Serve with heart and mind : Serving Him is heaven ; Life is in His love ; Endless joys are given, Deathless homes above. Cnoars. Serve the L<>rd irith gladness ! Joyful tribute bring ; Banish fear and sadness, Grateful praises sing. 125 NOW! " Ik-hold now i time, now is the day of salvation " CAM the farmer hope to gain Precious crops of golden grain, If he idly, day by day. All the seed-time dreams away P Rouse thee soul ! redeem the p Harvest time is coming fast ; Through the fallow drive the plough — Wouldst thou reap ? be sowing X'^W ! Canst thou safe in port arrive If thy ship at random drive ? Spread thy sail, fair blows the breezi , X >w the favouring moment seize ! Wouldst thou hear the word — "well done ? " Be the labour now begun ! "Wouldst thou bind around thy brow Victory's wreath ? take helmet NOW ! i 126 Note' Time's swift tide is surging o'er Life's contracting, sinking shore ; Be thy guilt however great, Now be -avid — "lis not too late. \ ore ! lest mercy's day Soen will all have passed away : If thou wouldst escape, allow .Nut a moment's slumber NOW ! Though repulsed so offr before, I (.mis knocketh at the door, Ifts untold, divine, Treasures which may now be thine ; Wilt thou rudely from thee send Such a generous, patient Friend F Mill He waiteth — wilt not thou \VYlcome, worship, serve Him NOW ? 127 GROWTH FROM WITIIIN. The sports that childhood's hours beguil< d, Could only satisfy the child ; The man they fail to jiLase : And he who heavenl)- comfort knows, The toys of worldliness outgrows ; Their vanity he sees. The lamps which gaily deck the night, Grow pale, and vanish from the sight, Quenched by the orb of day : And earthly pomps no longer shine, When Christ, the soul's true Sun divine, Our darkness drives away. As wintry trees which cannot shed Their withered foliage, dry and dead, Until new buds appear ; So, we shall ne'er cast off our sin, But by new life at work within — Faith, Hope, and Love sincere. 128 Growth from within. The barren branch is barren still, Though on each twig, with rarest skill, We lit- on flowers and fruit : And all in vain we toil and strive, By outward works to seem alive, If rotten at the root. Giver of Life ! my heart renew, That I may render service true, The outgrowth of the* soul : Let Love to Thee false love expel, And folly find no room to dwell, Where Christ pervades the whole. 129 A HOLIDAY PSALM. Praise God ! Creator, Saviour, Lord, Upholding all things by His word ; Now let our hearts unite to raise, With all His works, a song of praise. Praise God ! who spread the azure ^ky, And reared the swelling hills on high ; Who taught the rivers where to flow, And the great sea his boimds to know. Praise God ! whose pencil paints each flower, Whose breath perfumes each fragrant bower, Who decks the lily and the rose, And nurtures every plant that grows. Praise God ! whose varied voice is heard In murmuring rill, and song of bird ; In ocean's roar, and summer breeze, And soothing music of the trees. Praise God ! whose gifts the fields adorn, Who clothes the vales with golden corn, Who feeds the flocks on flowery hills, And all His works with bounty fills. 130 A Holiday Psalm. Praise God ! for health, and friends, and home ; joy and safety when we roam ; For Bee, and hearts to feel The love our Father's works reveal. Praia Gtod ! who makes this world so fair, That oft we fain would linger there ; Praia God! who hath salvation given, I brighter homes, through Christ, in Heaven. Praise God! from whom aU blessings flow ; Praisi Him! all creatures hen below; Him above .' ye heavenly host .• "Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 131 OUR ROYAL WIDOW BLESS. ANTHEM ON OCCASION OF TTIE DEATH OF THE PBINOK CONSORT; AND DF/BING THE EXCITEMENT CAUSED BY THE AFFAIE OF " THE TRENT," ENDANGERING OFK PEACEFUL RELATIONS WITH THE UNITED STAT ! God save our gracious Queen ! Long live our noble Queen ! God save the Queen ! Lord! heal her bleeding heart, Assuage its grievous smart, Thy heavenly peace impart, God save the Queen ! Our Royal Widow bless ! God guard the Fatherless ! God save the Queen ! Shield them with loving care, Their mighty grief we share, Lord hear the people's prayer, God save the Queen ! 132 Our Royal Widow bless. Lord our God, arise ! Bless England's enemies ! On Thee we call : Let sorrow whisper — Peace ; Bid Wrong and Anger cease ; Let Truth and Love increase ; Make Evil fall ! In this our Nation's need, With Thee we humbly plead ! God bless our Queen Her life-woe sanctify, Her loss untold supply, THYSELF he ever nigh To save our Queen ! 133 THE MOUNTAIN PATHS OF LIFE. THOUGHTS WHILE CROSSING THE ALPS IN WINTER. " Hold Thou me up and I shall be safe." Along the mountain paths of life, Over the pass with perils rife, Christ is my hope midst toil and strife, And none beside. When wildest winds of winter blow, Driving the thickly falling snow ; When gather gloomiest clouds of woe, With me abide. When the deep drift conceals the way And death attends each step astray, Jesu ! hear me when I pray ; Be Thou my Guide. When treacherous ice o'erlays the ground, When hangs the path o'er gulfs profound, Cast Thy protecting arms around ; Let me not slide. 134 The Mountain Paths of Life. The threatening avalanche hold hack, Through the thick fog reveal the track, Smile Thou amid the tempest's wrack, Keep at my side ! "When fails my heart with grief and fear, Be Thou my Refuge, very near ; Let me Thy voice of welcome hear, And in Thee hide. When bitter blasts the Wood congeal, When lost is e'en the power to feel, In death's dark hour Thy love reveal ; Thou— Thou hast died ! The mountain crossed, in restful bowers Smiling with fruit and fadeless flowers, I'll praise, with never wearying powers, My Saviour guide. 135 THE CRY OF THE TEMPEST-TOST. COMPOSED DUEING A HURBICANE ON THE ADBIATIC. " Driven up and down in Adria." Tost with many a wave, "While the loud winds rave, Sick and weary with the motion Of the never resting ocean, Help from Heaven I crave. Now I mount on high, Now in gulfs I lie ; Vainly toiling, fainting, weeping, Hostile tempests o'er me sweeping, Hear my suppliant cry ! Lord I look to Thee ! Thou didst make the sea ; Thou didst calm the stormy billow, Waking from Thy weary pillow ; Calm the storm for me ! 136 The Cry of the Tempest-tost. When the gale is high, On the wave draw nigh ; Meet my gaze of grateful wonder, Let me hear amidst the thunder — " Fear not, it is I." Through the storm and dark, Be my soul's true Ark ; Though the hissing waves break o'er me, Thou hast felt thei* force before me ; Steer my quivering bark ! When the light grows less, In my utmost stress, When the clouds of death shall darken, In the gloom of midnight hearken ! Help, and save, and bless. < ^uide me swiftly o'er ! Bring me safe to shore ! Storms all past, to me be given Thee to see, and serve in Heaven, Praising evermore. 137 THE UNKNOWN GOD. THOUGHTS ON MAE'S HILL, GOOD FRIDAY, 1870. "] found .m altar with this inscription, To tho Unknowi Go.l Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto yon." Tin: unknown God! unknown, though near! So near, that every one in Thee Doth live and move, at length appear, Nor let us still in darkness he. Open the eyes that sin hath closed, Unstop the ear so heedless grown, Renew the will to heaven opposed, And he no more a God unknown. Help me to see, in Jesu's face, The glory of the Father shine ; Make me to feel Thy saving grace, And humhly, surely, call Thee mine. "Within the veil Thy name impart, Unto Thy children hreathed alone ; Thy covenant write upon my heart, And God, as Love, henceforth be known. Ion The Unknown God. More than the outward tar has heard, More than mere intellect can see, The hidden treasures of Thy word Show, by the Holy Ghost, to me. Bear inward witness to the soul That Thou art mine, and I Thine own ; The length, the breadth, the wondrous whole- Reveal to me Thy love unknown. Bestow the joy unspeakable, The peace of God, surpassing thought ; Converse with heaven which none can tell, Oneness with Thee by Jesus wrought : And soon may I Thy glory see, And bend before the sapphire throne : Thus now, and in eternity, Be not to me a (lod unkuoicn. 139 ATHENS AND S. PAUL. THOUGHTS AT ATHENS. \i .1 I !;■ . to k him, and brought him unto Areopagus." Athens! How grandly beautiful art thou ! Thy dignity, in death, retaining long, In spite of centuries of cruel wrong ; In spite of earthquake, lightning, war, e'en now Riseth sublime thy queenly, peerless brow. What names and memories to thee belong — Poets, and statesmen ; fields, renowned in song, Where Athens guarded Greece from tyrant's thrall : Demosthenes ; eventful Marathon ; Plato and Socrates ; great Salamis ! Still awes the soul thy pillared Parthenon ; Thy glittering, temple-crowned Acropolis : But of thy glories this surpasseth all — Rough, naked Areopagus, and — PAUL ! 140 " SOMEWHAT AGAINST THEE." AFTER VISITING EPHESUS. " Unto the angel of the church of Ephesua write ... 1 have somewhat against thee." Lord ! hast Thou somewhat against me ? Thou, who dost know my works and heart ? In vain I shroud my thoughts from Thee, The Sun, from whom all shades depart. Somewhat against me ? Jesus — Thou "Who for my sins didst bleed and die ? And who art interceding now, Preparing blissful seats on high ? Pardon, and peace, and life I owe, And all my joys, and hopes to Thee ; Thy love a ceaseless fount doth flow, And hast Thou somewhat against me f Christ is no censor cold, and stern, Eager our faults alone to spy ; He loves each virtue to discern, Faith's smallest gift secures His eye. " Somewhat against Thee.' 1 '' 141 I need not, with excusing breath, Plead all His works of grace in me ; " I know thy patience" — Jesus saith — " Yet have I somewhat against thee." Help me, Lord, myself to know, And mourn my fault with grief sincere : Let tears that mean amendment flow, Let fruits of penitence appear. Show what Thou hast against me, Lord ; Let me renounce whate'er it be That merits Thy reproving word ; let me hate what grieveth Thee ! 142 THE CRY OF THE CAPTIVE. AT CAIRO. " The children of Israel sighed by reason of the bondage, and their cry came up unto God, and God heard their groaning." God of the captive, who didst hear Thine Israel's groan, and mark each tear, And pitying count each cruel stroke, "When crushed heneath proud Pharaoh's yoke ; hear the captive sinner's cry ! Burdened by guilt and feftr we sigh ; In Egypt's tombs we darkly grope, Toiling without reward or hope. The iron chain we cannot break ; The tale of bricks we cannot make ; Daily the tyrant's tasks increase ; Vainly we struggle for release. We hate, but yet endure the chain ; "We break, but bear the yoke again ; "We loathe the bondage stern and vile, With which our souls we still defile. God of Israel ! strong to save, Helpless — Thy promised grace we crave ; Our hopes are fixed alone on Thee ; Draw near ! and set the captives free. 143 DAVID AND GOLIATH. A METRICAL PARAPHRASE; FOR TWO LITTLE NEPHEWS. AFTER VISITING THE SUPPOSED BATTLE-FIELD. Philistia's might}- hosts were spread Along the mountain side ; And down the dale their chariots swept, And horsemen fierce did ride. Gath sent her giant, great and grim ; Of Anak's sons was he : His spear was like a weaver's beam, Or as a tall pine tree. Each morn he stalked the middle ground, Which trembled as he trod ; And, brandishing his spear, defied Israel, and Israel's God. High up the opposing mountain slope "Were ranged the ranks of Saul, Guarding the road to Israel's homes, Against oppression's thrall. But not a man in all their host The challenge durst accept ; Back from the giant's frown they shrank, While fear upon them crept. 1-14 David and Goliath. One day a ruddy shepherd lad Came to the camp, to bring Provisions to his brothers three, Who fought for Ark and King. His father's errand filled the heart Of David with delight ; For much he longed to see the camp, And learn how heroes fight. He heard Goliath's blasphemy, And marked his haughty frown ; And wondered none rushed forth to cast The Pagan boaster down. If no one else would do the deed, A simple shepherd boy, A med with the might of Israel's God, Would Israel's foe destroy. " The Lord," said he, " by whom I slew ' ' The lion and the bear, " Will help me, for His people's sake, " This boaster's blows to dare." So down he went unto the brook, And chose a pebble stone ; And with his sling went forth to fight, Trusting in God alone. David and Goliath. Ho The giant scorned the simple lad Who thus appeared in view, And cursed him by his idol gods ; And still his anger grew. Young David said — " Thou meetest me " With spear and shield and sword ; " But I come forth to vanquish thee, " Trusting in Israel's Lord." One look of faith to heaven he sent, Then slung his pebble round, Which sank into the giant's head, And stretched him on the ground. In random rout the heathen host Despairing, turned to flee ; While Israel swift pursued with shouts Of joy, and victory. God of Israel ! strong to save, Hear Thou my suppliant cry, When Satan and the hosts of hell The church of God defy. 1 am but as a little child, Yet will not yield to fear, If Israel's God will be to me, Breastplate, and shield, and spear. 1 16 David and Goliath. The simplest means ordained by Thee, The pebble and the >Hng, Wielded by faith, shrill win the day, And giants prostrate tling. Then unto Israel's God will I Joyful hosan nulis raise; \ . in ugh a Long eternity, Will Christ tlh Conqueror prai ye who wave th< -.palm, I j e who still do fight ; Prom palace-home, from battle-held, Four voices all un: Loud hallelujah, glory, power, l's Lord be given ! I He who sends the victory : Praise Bim — both Earth and Heaven! u: BETHLEITEM. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. ■ Unt.. you is born (hie day in the city of David a Saviour, which a Christ the Lord." "Glory to God in the highest, nud on earth peace." Not in halls of regal splendour, Not to princes of the earth, Did the herald angels rend Tidings of their Monarch's birth ; Not to statesman, priest, or sage, They proclaimed the golden ag 'Twas the poor man's heritage — For on shepherds lowly, Burst the anthem holy — In excehis gloria, Et in terra pax ! Not by worldly wealth or wisdom, Not by power of law, or sword ; But by service, to win freedom ; And by sorrow, bliss afford : Born to poverty and pain, Born to die and thus to reign, Rescuing man from Satan's chain — Jesus now rules o'er us, Swell the joyful chorus — In excehis gloria, Et in terra pax ! 148 Bethlehem. A Christmas Carol. Glory be to God in heaven, Peace on earth, good will to men ! In the highest, praise be given ! Angels ! strike your harps again. Justice has on mercy smiled, God and men are reconciled, Through Emmanuel, new-born child. Blend we then our voices ! Earth with heaven rejoices — In excelsis gloria, » Et in terra pax ! Bid the new-born Monarch welcome, Pay Him homage every heart ! Hallelujah ! let His kingdom, Swiftly spread in every part. War and bloodshed then shall cease, Selfishness its slaves release, Love shall reign, and white-robed peace ; Then, from earth as heaven, Praise shall aye be given — In excelsis gloria, Et in terra pax .' 149 THE BEST WINE LAST. CANA OF GALILEF.. " Thou hast kept the good wine until now. This beginning of miracles did Jesus in C'aiKi of Galilee." Wiik.n Jesus, at the wedding feast, Displayed His power divine ; And, moved with human kindness, turned The water into wine ; The master of the banquet thus His wondering joy exprest — " Unlike all others, Thou hast kept Unto the last Thy best." Unlike the world and sin — ihejjirst Their gaudiest gifts display ; But soon the falsehood we detect, The brightness fades away ; The meteor's glare is quenched in night, Down every hope is cast ; But Thou, Lord, dost ever keep, Thy best wine to the last. 150 The best Wine lent. The battk- brief and glorious, ends In victory, sure and long ; < hrief does but stretch and tune the chord- Fur Ik : J song; Bright sunshine follows fertile show Sweet toil wins sweeter n Kind mow doth nourish fadeless flower.-. God's last are always b worst, Thy wine Than the world's best can be ; The bitterest cup brings health and joy. When mingled, Lord, by 'I If saved by grace from sin and iruilt, All care on Thee I cast ; Pour out for me, Lord, as Thou wilt, B ft keep the best till la 151 THE NIGHT WAS VERY VERY DARK. THE LAKE OF GALILEE. i w them toiling in rowing, for the wind was contrary mi to them." The night was very very dark, Load did the tempest mar ; And big waves tossed the little bark Back from the friendly shore. The boatmen rowed with all their might, They tried and tried again Throughout that dark and dangerous night ; Yet all their toil was vain. But Jesus saw each angry wave, Watchful and kind is He ; And came, His trembling friends to save, Walking along the sea. Still more they feared the unknown Form Crossing the billows high, Till Jesus spake amidst the storm — " Be not afraid, 'tis I!" 152 The night was very very dark. how did then their hearts rejoice, And with fresh wonder fill, "When the wild storm obeyed his voice, And winds and waves were still. Thus when my soul is tempest-tost, Dear Jesus, come to me ! Let me not mid the waves he lost, But calm the troubled sea. Enter my boat, sit by my side, Hold Thou my feeble hand ! Then safely, swiftly, through the tide, I'll reach the heavenly land. 153 IT IS I. THE LAEE OF GALILEE. "Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer ; It is I ; be not afraid." Saviour ! when wildest storms of care, Would sink my soul in deep despair, let me hear Thy voice declare — ' Tis I!— be not afraid ! " <• ' Say to my troubled soul—" Tis I ! " Love rides upon the gloomy sky — " Not wrath, nor chance, nor destiny — " 'Tis I!— be not afraid ! " When wave on wave assails my bark, When frightful forms howl through the dark, Let me Thy loving accents mark — 'Tis I.'— be not afraid ! " (i >> u > Tis I— thy steadfast, loving Friend, " Round thee my arms of might extend, " My words with the loud thunder blend, " ' Tis I.'— be not afraid ! " " For thee I once was tempest-driven ; " With hostile winds I too have striven ; " Grief, keener far, my soul hath riven — " ' Tis I!— be not afraid ! " 154 It is I. " Human like thee — I sympathize ; " Divine — I rule the stormy skies; " Lift up thine heart, and dry thine eyes — " 'lis I.'— be not afraid ! " ' ' I come to bid the waves be still, " Thine anxious soul with peace to fill, " And turn to good each seeming ill — "'Ti* I.'— be not afraid.'" " The gale shall speed \hee on the way, " The lightning lend a helpful ray, " The dark more quickly bring the day — " 'Tis I.'— be not afraid ! " " Soon shall the storm be changed to calm, " The oar of toil to conqueror's palm, " The prayer of fear to rapture's psalm — " ' Tis I.'— he not afraid ! " " In heaven shall roll no stormy sea ; " Thy peace shall there unbroken be ; " At home eternally with Me, " Thou ne'er shalt be afraid ! " 155 THE GOOD SAMARITAN. BETWEEN JERUSALEM AND JEEICHO. " But a certain Samaritan, a.s lie journeyed, came where hi n aa ; and when he saw him, he had compassion on him. " Fbom Jerusalem the peaceful, By a path too ofteu trod, Down to Jericho I journeyed, City of the curse of God. Leaving Salem far behind me, As I blindly onward prest, Robbers strong and stern assailed me, Who that dark ravine infest. Of my treasure they bereft me, Wounded me in heart and head ; Naked, wounded, faint, they left me, Surely thinking I was dead. Sad indeed was my condition, Stripped of every hope I lay ; Guilty, yet without contrition ; Trembling, yet I could not pray. 156 The Good Samaritan. Moses passed me, but he only Proved how helpless was my case ; Aaron in his robes swept by me, Saw — but slackened not his pace. Prophets, Priests, Apostles, Martyrs, •le and triumphant throng, Sympathized — but could not save me, Kindly looked — but passed along. Saints and Angi Is, all unii Could not save — thcY all passed by ; But, with love and joy, they pointed Unto One who now drew nigh. '-■ Lo ! He comes, despised, rejected, Angels' Lord, yet spurned by man ; Sinnt.i- proud will have no dealings With this scorned ' Samaritan.' II. beheld me, pitied, loved me, Promptly to my succour ran, And revealed Himself unto me — Chbtbi, The Good S.viiakitax. Great Physician ! wounds the deepest Thou hast skill and power to heal ; O'er my bleeding soul Thou weepest, True compassion Thou dost feel. The Good Samaritan. 157 Wine pour on me, probing, cleansing, Though my wounds may smart with pain ; Then, with healing oil anoint me ; Pardoned, I'll rejoice again. Wrap me in the spotless raiment Of Thy righteousness complete ; Though I ne'er can render payment, Clothe me, Lord, from head to feet. From the mire of sin uplift me, All my woes and weakness bear ; In Thyself, sole Refuge, hide me ; All I need is treasured there. Though, unseen, Thou often seemest Like a traveller passed away, Ever near me, Thou suppliest All my wants from day to day. Let me taste Thy love unceasing ; Feed me, clothe me, guard, console ; Though my debt be still increasing, Jesus has endorsed the whole. When in glory Thou returnest, Show that all demands are paid ; Answer to the claims of Justice, That my guilt on Thee is laid. 158 The Good Samaritan. From the inn, to Thine own Palace, Then remove me, heavenly Friend ! Having pitied once and loved me, Thou wilt love me to the end. Then I'll sing with all the ransomed, Sovereign Love's completed plan ; And adore, with ceaseless rapture, CHBI8T, tile Good Samabitan ! PART II. May the love of such a Saviour Prompt me to the love of man ; May I copy the behaviour Of this Good Samaritan ! May I be to all a neighbour, Feel I ought, because I can ; And for other's welfare labour Like this Good Samaritan ! 159 THE HOME AND FRIENDS OF JESUS. THOUGHTS AT BETHANY. " He went out of the city into Bethany ; and he lodged there." The crest of Olivet concealed A favoured little town from view, Where bloomed bright flowers of the field, And olive groves and palm trees grew ; There Lazarus, Mary, Martha made A home where Jesus often stayed : that the Lord would dwell with me, As with His friends at Bethany ! The door they loved to open wide, His first approach with joy to greet, Their choicest offerings to provide, Or sit and listen at His feet : Like them I fain would always feel, And learn by love, and serve with zeal ; Thus, help me, Lord, to welcome Thee, As did Thy friends at Bethany ! 100 The Home and Friends of Jesus. The Son of God, adored above, Yearning, as man, for friendship here, Did Mary, Martha, Lazarus love ; And still flis human friends are dear : Their smile is pleasing in His sight, Their heart's response yields Him delight ; may I thus give joy to Thee, As did Thy friends at Bethany. With more than brother's* tender heart He sympathized in all their grief ; Of every sorrow bore a part, In every trouble brought relief ; With them He viewed where Lazarus slept, And, with the weepers, Jesus wept : Dear Friend of mourners ! comfort me, As Thou didst them at Bethany. Make me to know Thy wondrous name, " The Resurrection- axd tiie Life ;" In change, decay and death the same ; My Tictor-Champion in the strife : To me Thy gracious word apply — " He that believes shall never die ;" And let Thy love be life to me, As to Thy friends at Bethany. 161 THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE. " O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me : nevertheless, not as 1 will, but a* Thou wilt." Father, let this cup pass from me, Filled to the brim with gall ; "To taste alone is misery, How can I drink it all ? I hold it with a trembling hand, Amazement chills my heart ; let this cup, at Thy command, This bitter cup depart ! Fiercer than torments flesh can know, Are those the mind assail ; The bloody sweat revealed a woe Keener than scourge and nail. If it be possible, Lord, Let this cup pass from me ; Hear Thine own agonizing word From dark Gethsemane ! Yet Father, not my will, but Thine, Thy will alone be done ; And make Thy loving purpose mine, Through Jesus Christ, Thy Son ! 162 THE TRIUMPH OF THE CRUCIFIED. GOLGOTHA. I forbid t lint I should glory OT8 "' *•'© cross of OUT lyinl Jesus Chril RXDBKMKD from death, with joy we'll sing The triumphs of our suffering King ; His wounded hands — His bleeding side — The wondrous cross on which He died. Tho-r wounds are fountains, whence do flow Rivers of balm for human woe ; That bio. id can make the vilest pure, That blood alone can cleanse and cure. Those hands, extended on the tree, Hold out a pardon full and free ; And, stained with sacrificial blood, Obtain and publish peace with God. The spear's deep gash that gapes so wide, Invites the fugitive to hide In God incarnate — there alone Sure refuge from our fear is known. The Triumph of the Crucified. 163 The crown of thorns proclaims a King Victorious by suffering ; Henceforth shall grief to Christians be Arrayed with regal dignity. The cross becomes a conqueror's car, Returning from successful war, Where Christ, all red with battle-stains, Drags Sin and Death in captive chains. That dying groan, that last loud cry, Are the glad shout of Victory ; The bruised heel grinds Satan's head, And life is won by Jesus dead. Then let us, glad and grateful, sing The triumphs of our suffering King ; Count all things else as empty dross, And glory only in the Cross. 164 " THIS SAME JESUS." SUNDAY HOENING ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES. " 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." Jesus, our risen, glorious Lord, Ascended to Thy throne, By saints and seraphim adored, Monarch supreme ! alone ! We laud Thy greatness, we adore, But most we bless Thy Name ; For Thou art what Thou wast before, Our Jesus — still the same : The same who to the leper said, And touched him — Be thou clean ; The same whose kind hand gently led The blind man, poor and mean ; The same who fed the fainting crowd, Who healed the halt and lame, Whose word dispelled the stormy cloud, Our Jesus — still the same. " This same Jesus." 165 The lonely widow's bleeding heart His heart of pity knew ; He touched the bier, bade death depart, And her son lived anew : And still, to share our human grief, He hath a human claim ; And still His pity sends relief, For He is still the same, Who came with gentleness to call The lost and wandering home ; And toiled in kindly quest of all From truth and heaven that roam ; "Whose feet the woman bathed with tears, "Who shielded her from shame, "Who spake her pardon, calmed her fears — Jestjs is still the same : The same who did the children call To nestle in His breast ; And bade the heavy laden, all, Come unto Him for rest : His title was the Sinner's Friend ! To save the lost He came ; His love will never never end, Jesus is still the same : 166 " Tkia same Jesus " The same who sorrowed at the grave Where His friend Lazarus slept ; And godlike consolation gave, While human tears He wept : And -till He joins the funeral train, And weeps with those that weep ; And whispers — " Hi ska// rise again ' For death is only sleep. He shared our human misery, Hunger He knew, and thirst; He groaned in dark Gethsemane, His heart with sorrow hurst ; Our inward conflicts, yearnings, woes, The frailty of our frame, Our Brother felt, and -till Tic know-, And still remains the same : The same who bowed His head to die, And stained the bitter cross With streams of human agony To compensate our loss ; Who for His murderers did pray, Nor uttered word of blame ; .Tesfs ! our Advocate this day, Unchangeably the same. " This same Jesus." 167 In human form heaven worships Thee ! Still, God our nature shows ; Our Brother not ashamed to he, Mindful of human woes ; As man He mounted to the sky, E'en as a man He came ; And soon again shall every eye Behold Him, still the same. Thy sympathy, unchanging Friend ! Is strength, and joy, and rest ; Thy love, till life's long toil shall end, Makes e'en our sorrows blest ; And when at last shall melt away Creation's mighty frame, We'll praise, through heaven's eternal day, Our Jesus — still the same. 168 " THAT GOODLY MOUNTAIN." SUNDAY THOtTGHTS IN THE LEBANON. " I pray Tliee let me go over and see the good land that is beyond Jordan, that goodly Mountain, and Lebanon." Weaky -with wandering o'er the sand, Pining to reach the promised land, My longed-for home at length so near, This prayer, my Guide, my Father, hear. Soon let me cross the stream and see The land beyond that beckons me, So fair above comparison, " That goodly mount and Lebanon." I long to tread its fragrant fields, To taste the ambrosial fruit it yields, To rest beneath the tree of life, From guilt and grief, from toil and strife. " That goodly Mountain." 169 I long to meet, to embrace once more, Dear fellow travellers gone before ; With tbem rehearse our pilgrim ways, And join again in Jesu's praise. that the goal were fully won, That goodly, glorious Lebanon ! "Whose beauties never shall decay, Whose treasures none can take away. No lion fierce, nor ravening bear, No wily serpent harbours there : No murderous thief in ambush lies, The incautious traveller to surprise. No fierce sirocco's burning breath Shall bring decay, disease, and death ; No summer-droughts the fountains dry, — The streams flow everlastingly. No locust cloud shall dim the air, Leaving the hopeful branches bare ; No wintry frosts shall nip the bloom, No blazing heat the crops consume. Those stately cedars ne'er shall feel The stroke of wasteful woodman's steel ; Those peaceful pastures ne'er shall dread The thunder of the foeman's tread. 170 " That goodly Mountain" Those heavenly heights I long to climb, To reach those glittering peaks sublime, Still up those shining slopes to press, The mountain of God's holiness. There " Carmel's excellency" blends With all the charms that " Sharon " lends ; for that never-setting Sun ! — The " Glory of" that " Lebanon ! " 171 HALLELUJAH ! Hallelujah ! Hallelujah! Praise the Father ! He is Love : Hallelujah ! let our voices Join with seraph choirs above. Hallelujah ! praise to Jesus ! Sinners, crushed beneath your guilt, Rise ! rejoice ! adore the Saviour ! 'Twas for you his blood was spilt. Hallelujah! praise the Spirit! He doth sinful hearts renew ; Sanctifier, Guide, Consoler, Teacher, ever kind and true. Hallelujah ! swell the chorus, God, our only God adore ! 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