,transcriber's ,note4 ,the compiler of this collection is not identified4 ,apparent typographical errors have been corrected4 ,zavier has been replaced by ,xavier4 ,inconsistencies in the use of hyphens and of accents have been retained4 ,italic font is indicated by underscores and transliterated ,greek by equal signs4 ,small capitals have been replaced by full capitals1 and oe ligatures have been removed4 ,where individual poems lack titles they are identified1 in the ,table of ,contents1 by their first line or an appropriate phrase4 ,illustration3 ,,the ,,angel',s ,,intercession4 ,,religious ,,poems ,,selected4 ,,philadelphia3 ,,the ,,rodgers ,,company4 ,,contents4 ,,page ,our ,king ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #i ,the ,sleep ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #aj ,god's ,commands ,doddridge4 #ac ,be ,strong ,adelaide ,procter4 #ad ,the ,sleep of the ,beloved ,horatius ,bonar4 #ae ,self-,dependence ,matthew ,arnold4 #af ,what is ,prayer8 ,james ,montgomery4 #ah ,the ,virgin ,mary to the ,child ,jesus ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #ai ,the ,voice from ,galilee ,horatius ,bonar4 #bh ,lead1 ,kindly ,light ,cardinal ,newman4 #bi ,weary of ,life ,unidentified4 #cj ,come unto ,me ,unidentified4 #ca ,earth's ,beauty ,horatius ,bonar4 #cc ,servant of ,god ,james ,montgomery4 #cd ,the ,angel's ,story ,adelaide ,procter4 #ce ,jesus ,bernard4 #dd ,morality ,matthew ,arnold4 #de ,morning ,john ,keble4 #dg ,divine ,order ,horatius ,bonar4 #ej ,the ,issues of ,life and ,death ,james ,montgomery4 #ea ,gracious ,spirit ,stocker4 #eb ,st4 ,agnes' ,eve ,alfred ,tennyson4 #ec ,life and ,death ,adelaide ,procter4 #ed ,the ,angel's ,call ,mrs4 ,hemans4 #ef ,i would not ,live alway ,muhlenberg4 #eg ,jerusalem the ,golden ,bernard4 #eh ,when our ,heads are ,bowed ,heber4 #fj ,o ,soul1 ,soul ,henry ,c4 ,graves4 #fa ,the ,look ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fb ,the ,meaning of the ,look ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fb ,comfort ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fc ,substitution ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fd ,tears ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fe ,cheerfulness taught by ,reason ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fe ,the ,prospect ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #ff ,consolation ,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #fg ,a ,thought over a ,cradle ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #fh ,everlasting ,blessings ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #fi ,the ,mother to her ,child ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #gj ,give me thy ,heart ,adelaide ,procter4 #gb ,one ,sweetly ,solemn ,thought ,phoebe ,carey4 #ge ,left ,behind ,horatius ,bonar4 #gf ,lord1 what a ,change ,richard ,c4 ,trench4 #gh ,our ,father ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #gh ,thou art the ,way ,doane4 #he ,the ,night and the ,morning ,horatius ,bonar4 #hf ,in ,affliction ,james ,montgomery4 #hg ,give to the ,winds ,gerhard4 #hg ,where wilt ,thou ,mrs4 ,sigourney4 #hh ,one there is above ,newton4 #hi ,god moves in a mysterious way ,cowper4 #ij ,onward1 ,christian ,johnson4 #ia ,thankfulness ,adelaide ,procter4 #ib ,does the ,gospel word proclaim ,newton4 #id ,my ,god1 my ,father ,c4 ,elliott4 #ie ,the ,seen and the ,unseen ,horatius ,bonar4 #if ,i am far frae my ,hame ,unidentified4 #aja ,the ,sinner's ,friend ,charlotte ,elliott4 #ajc ,evening ,prayer at a ,girls' ,school ,mrs4 ,hemans4 #aje ,i ,worship ,thee ,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 #ajg ,the ,peace of ,god ,adelaide ,procter4 #aaj ,listening in ,darkness--,speaking in ,light ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #aab ,the ,morning ,star ,horatius ,bonar4 #aac ,god of the ,world ,s4 ,s4 ,cutting4 #aad ,there is a ,god ,steele4 #aae ,lord1 how ,mysterious ,steele4 #aaf ,the ,shadow of the ,rock ,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 #aaf ,elegy ,henry ,king4 #abj ,rest ,yonder ,horatius ,bonar4 #abb ,soldiers of ,christ ,c4 ,wesley4 #abc ,thy ,will be done ,j4 ,roscoe4 #abd ,it is not ,dying ,malan4 #abe ,watchman6 tell us of the ,night ,bowring4 #abf ,the ,spirit accompanying the ,word of ,god ,james ,montgomery4 #abg ,the ,cloudless ,horatius ,bonar4 #abh ,comfort ,adelaide ,procter4 #acj ,master1 ,say ,on6 ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #acb ,the ,leper ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #acd ,things hoped for ,horatius ,bonar4 #ada ,the ,sure ,refuge ,unidentified4 #add ,unfruitfulness ,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 #ade ,murmuring ,richard ,c4 ,trench4 #adh ,if thou couldst ,know ,adelaide ,procter4 #adi ,compensation ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #aej ,valiant for the ,truth ,james ,montgomery4 #aef ,advent ,horatius ,bonar4 #aeh ,a ,bethlehem ,hymn ,horatius ,bonar4 #afj ,a ,desire ,adelaide ,procter4 #afa ,that ,glorious ,song of ,old ,sears4 #afd ,hail to the ,lord's ,montgomery4 #afe ,the ,old1 ,old ,story ,jemima ,luke4 #afg ,my ,jesus ,unidentified4 #afh ,how ,beauteous were the marks divine ,a4 ,c4 ,coxe4 #afi ,o ,sacred ,head ,bernard4 #aga ,heart of ,stone ,c4 ,wesley4 #agb ,by ,thy ,cross and ,passion ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #agc ,abide in ,him ,horatius ,bonar4 #age ,rejoice1 all ye ,believers ,laurenti4 #agf ,joined to ,christ ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #agg ,till ,he ,come6 ,e4 ,w4 ,bickersteth4 #agh ,forever with the ,lord6 ,james ,montgomery4 #ahj ,the ,meeting-,place ,horatius ,bonar4 #aha ,a ,little ,while ,horatius ,bonar4 #ahc ,ascension ,day ,john ,keble4 #ahe ,the ,sacrifice of ,abraham ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #ahh ,a ,solitary ,way ,unidentified4 #aib ,the ,child's ,welcome into ,heaven ,unidentified4 #aid ,now ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #aif ,ocean ,teachings ,horatius ,bonar4 #bja ,incompleteness ,adelaide ,procter4 #bjc ,nothing to ,do ,unidentified4 #bje ,death ,from ,sintram4 #bjf ,it is not ,death to ,die ,bethune4 #bjg ,rugby ,chapel ,matthew ,arnold4 #bjh ,the ,right must ,win ,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 #bag ,the ,substitute ,horatius ,bonar4 #bba ,jephthah's ,daughter ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #bbb ,lord1 many ,times ,richard ,c4 ,trench4 #bbh ,cleansing ,fires ,adelaide ,procter4 #bbh ,gone ,before ,horatius ,bonar4 #bbi ,the ,lent ,jewels ,richard ,c4 ,trench4 #bca ,on the ,death of a ,missionary ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #bcc ,set ,apart ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #bcf ,the ,useful ,life ,horatius ,bonar4 #bch ,hymn ,charlotte ,elliott4 #bdj ,behold1 the ,bridegroom ,cometh6 ,unidentified4 #bdb ,it may be in the ,evening ,unidentified4 #bdf ,the ,joy of ,assurance ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #bea ,how ,wonderful6 ,frances ,r4 ,havergal4 #beb ,thy ,way1 not ,mine ,horatius ,bonar4 #bec ,a ,child's ,first ,impression of a ,star ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #bee ,come unto ,me6 ,st4 ,stephen the ,sabaite4 #bef ,looking unto ,jesus ,from the ,german4 #beg ,evening ,hymn ,adelaide ,procter4 #bei ,are all the ,children in8 ,unidentified4 #bfa ,he ,leads us ,on ,unidentified4 #bfc ,nothing but ,leaves ,unidentified4 #bfd ,because ,he first ,loved us ,francis ,xavier4 #bfe ,sonnet ,richard ,c4 ,trench4 #bff ,rest at ,evening ,adelaide ,procter4 #bfg ,now the ,day is over ,unidentified4 #bfh ,the ,land of ,light ,horatius ,bonar4 #bgj ,abide with ,me ,lyte4 #bga ,farewell of the ,soul to the ,body ,mrs4 ,sigourney4 #bgb ,,religious ,,poems4 ,,our ,,king4 ,worship thou ,him4 ,ps4 xlv4 #aa4 ,o ,saviour1 precious ,saviour1 ,whom yet unseen we love1 ,o ,name of might and favor1 ,all other names above3 ,we worship ,thee1 we bless ,thee1 ,to ,thee alone we sing2 ,we praise ,thee1 and confess ,thee ,our holy ,lord and ,king6 ,o ,bringer of salvation1 ,who wondrously hast wrought1 ,thyself the revelation ,of love beyond our thought3 ,we worship ,thee1 we bless ,thee1 ,to ,thee alone we sing2 ,we praise ,thee1 and confess ,thee ,our gracious ,lord and ,king6 ,in ,thee all fullness dwelleth1 ,all grace and power divine2 ,the glory that excelleth1 ,o1 ,son of ,god1 is ,thine3 ,we worship ,thee1 we bless ,thee1 ,to ,thee alone we sing2 ,we praise ,thee1 and confess ,thee ,our glorious ,lord and ,king6 ,oh1 grant the consummation ,of this our song above1 ,in endless adoration1 ,and everlasting love3 ,then shall we praise and bless ,thee1 ,where perfect praises ring1 ,and evermore confess ,thee ,our ,saviour and our ,king6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,the ,,sleep4 ,he giveth ,his beloved sleep4 ,ps4 cxxvii4 #b4 ,of all the thoughts of ,god that are ,borne inward unto souls afar1 ,along the ,psalmist's music deep1 ,now tell me if that any is1 ,for gift or grace1 surpassing this-- ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep8' ,what would we give to our beloved8 ,the hero's heart1 to be unmoved1 ,the poet's star-tuned harp1 to sweep1 ,the patriot's voice1 to teach and rouse1 ,the monarch's crown1 to light the brows8-- ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' ,what do we give to our beloved8 ,a little faith all undisproved1 ,a little dust to overweep1 ,and bitter memories to make ,the whole earth blasted for our sake4 ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' ',sleep soft1 beloved6' we sometimes say ,but have no tune to charm away ,sad dreams that through the eyelids creep4 ,but never doleful dream again ,shall break the happy slumber when ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' ,o earth1 so full of dreary noises6 ,o men1 with wailing in your voices6 ,o delvd gold1 the wailers heap6 ,o strife1 ,o curse1 that o'er it fall6 ,god strikes a silence through you all1 ,and 'giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' ,his dews drop mutely on the hill1 ,his cloud above it saileth still1 ,though on its slope men sow and reap1 ,more softly than the dew is shed1 ,or clouds is floated overhead1 ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' ,aye1 men may wonder while they scan ,a living1 thinking1 feeling man1 ,confirmed in such a rest to keep2 ,but angels say1 and through the word ,i think their happy smile is heard-- ',he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep6' ,for me1 my heart that erst did go ,most like a tired child at a show1 ,that sees through tears the mummers leap1 ,would now its wearied vision close1 ,would child-like on ,his love repose1 ,who 'giveth ,his beloved1 sleep6' ,and friends1 dear friends1--when it shall be ,that this low breath is gone from me1 ,and round my bier ye come to weep1 ,let one1 most loving of you all1 ,say1 ',not a tear must o'er her fall-- ,he giveth ,his beloved1 sleep4' --,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 ,how gentle ,god's commands6 ,how kind his precepts are6 ,come1 cast your burdens on the ,lord1 ,and trust his constant care4 ,beneath his watchful eye ,his saints securely dwell2 ,that hand which bears all nature up ,shall guard his children well4 ,why should this anxious load ,press down your weary mind8 ,haste to your heavenly ,father's throne ,and sweet refreshment find4 ,his goodness stands approved1 ,unchanged from day to day3 ,i'll drop my burden at his feet1 ,and bear a song away4 --,doddridge4 ,,be ,,strong4 ,be strong to hope1 ,o ,heart6 ,though day is bright1 ,the stars can only shine ,in the dark night4 ,be strong1 ,o ,heart of mine1 ,look towards the light6 ,be strong to bear1 ,o ,heart6 ,nothing is vain3 ,strive not1 for life is care1 ,and ,god sends pain2 ,heaven is above1 and there ,rest will remain6 ,be strong to love1 ,o ,heart6 ,love knows not wrong2 ,didst thou love--creatures even1 ,life were not long2 ,didst thou love ,god in heaven1 ,thou wouldst be strong6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,the ,,sleep ,,of ,,the ,,beloved4 ,so ,he giveth his beloved sleep4 ,ps4 cxxvii4 #b4 ,sunlight has vanished1 and the weary earth ,lies resting from a long day's toil and pain1 ,and1 looking for a new dawn's early birth1 ,seeks strength in slumber for its toil again4 ,we too would rest2 but ere we close the eye ,upon the consciousness of waking thought1 ,would calmly turn it to yon star-bright sky1 ,and lift the soul to ,him who slumbers not4 ,above us is thy hand with tender care1 ,distilling over us the dew of sleep3 ,darkness seems loaded with oblivious air1 ,in deep forgetfulness each sense to steep4 ,thou hast provided midnight's hour of peace1 ,thou stretchest over us the wing of rest2 ,with more than all a parent's tenderness1 ,foldest us sleeping to thy gentle breast4 ,grief flies away2 care quits our easy couch1 ,till wakened by thy hand1 when breaks the day-- ,like the lone prophet by the angel's touch1-- ,we rise to tread again our pilgrim-way4 ,god of our life6 ,god of each day and night1 ,oh1 keep us still till life's short race is run6 ,until there dawns the long1 long day of light4 ,that knows no night1 yet needs no star nor sun4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,self-,,dependence4 ,weary of myself1 and sick of asking ,what ,i am1 and what ,i ought to be1 ,at this vessel's prow ,i stand1 which bears me ,forwards1 forwards1 o'er the starlit sea4 ,and a look of passionate desire ,o'er the sea and to the stars ,i send3 ,ye who from my childhood up have calmed me1 ,calm me1 ah1 compose me to the end6 ,ah1 once more1 ,i cried1 ye stars1 ye waters1 ,on my heart your mighty charm renew2 ,still1 still let me1 as ,i gaze upon you1 ,feel my soul becoming vast like you6 ,from the intense1 clear1 star-sown vault of heaven1 ,over the lit sea's unquiet way1 ,in the rustling night-air came the answer1-- ,wouldst thou be as these are8 ,live as they4 ,unaffrighted by the silence round them1 ,undistracted by the sights they see1 ,these demand not that the things without them ,yield them love1 amusement1 sympathy4 ,and with joy the stars perform their shining1 ,and the sea its long moon-silvered roll2 ,for self-poised they live1 nor pine with noting ,all the fever of some differing soul4 ,bounded by themselves1 and unregardful ,in what state ,god's other works may be1 ,in their own tasks all their powers pouring1 ,these attain the mighty life you see4 ,o air-born voice6 long since severely clear1 ,a cry like thine in mine own heart ,i hear1-- ,resolve to be thyself2 and know1 that he ,who finds himself loses his misery6 --,matthew ,arnold4 ,,what ,,is ,,prayer8 ,prayer is the soul's sincere desire1 ,unuttered or expressed2 ,the motion of a hidden fire ,that trembles in the breast4 ,prayer is the burden of a sigh1 ,the falling of a tear1 ,the upward glancing of an eye1 ,when none but ,god is near4 ,prayer is the simplest form of speech ,that infant lips can try2 ,prayer the sublimest strains that reach ,the majesty on high4 ,prayer is the contrite sinner's voice1 ,returning from his ways2 ,while angels in their songs rejoice1 ,and cry--,behold he prays6 ,prayer is the ,christian's vital breath1 ,the ,christian's native air3 ,his watchword at the gates of death-- ,he enters heaven with prayer4 ,the saints in prayer appear as one ,in word1 and deed1 and mind1 ,while with the ,father and the ,son ,sweet fellowship they find4 ,nor prayer is made by man alone ,the ,holy ,spirit pleads ,and ,jesus1 on the eternal throne ,for sinners intercedes4 ,o ,thou1 by whom we come to ,god-- ,the ,life1 the ,truth1 the ,way2 ,the path of prayer ,thyself hast trod2 ,lord6 teach us how to pray4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,,the ,,virgin ,,mary ,,to ,,the ,,child ,,jesus4 ,but see1 the ,virgin blest ,hath laid her babe to rest4 ,,milton',s ,hymn on the ,nativity4 ,sleep1 sleep1 mine ,holy ,one6 ,my flesh1 my ,lord6--what name8 ,i do not know ,a name that seemeth not too high or low1 ,too far from me or ,heaven4 ,my ,jesus1 that is best6 that word being given ,by the majestic angel whose command ,was softly as a man's beseeching said1 ,when ,i and all the earth appeared to stand ,in the great overflow ,of light celestial from his wings and head4 ,sleep1 sleep1 my saving ,one6 ,and art ,thou come for saving1 baby-browed ,and speechless ,being--art ,thou come for saving8 ,the palm that grows beside our door is bowed ,by treadings of the low wind from the south1 ,a restless shadow through the chamber waving3 ,upon its bough a bird sings in the sun2 ,but ,thou1 with that close slumber on ,thy mouth1 ,dost seem of wind and sun already weary4 ,art come for saving1 ,o my weary ,one8 ,perchance this sleep that shutteth out the dreary ,earth-sounds and motions1 opens on ,thy soul ,high dreams on fire with ,god2 ,high songs that make the pathways where they roll ,more bright than stars do theirs2 and visions new ,of ,thine eternal ,nature's old abode4 ,suffer this mother's kiss1 ,best thing that earthly is1 ,to guide the music and the glory through1 ,nor narrow in ,thy dream the broad upliftings ,of any seraph wing6 ,thus1 noiseless1 thus4 ,sleep1 sleep1 my dreaming ,one6 ,the slumber of ,his lips meseems to run ,through my lips to mine heart2 to all its shiftings ,of sensual life1 bringing contrariousness ,in a great calm4 ,i feel1 ,i could lie down ,as ,moses did1 and die1#a--;and then live most4 ,i am 'ware of you1 heavenly ,presences1 ,that stand with your peculiar light unlost1 ,each forehead with a high thought for a crown1 ,unsunned i' the sunshine6 ,i am 'ware4 ,yet throw ,no shade against the wall6 ,how motionless ,ye round me with your living statuary1 ,while through your whiteness1 in and outwardly1 ,continual thoughts of ,god appear to go1 ,like light's soul in itself6 ,i bear1 ,i bear1 ,to look upon the dropped lids of your eyes1 ,though their external shining testifies ,to that beatitude within1 which were ,enough to blast an eagle at his sun4 ,i fall not on my sad clay face before ye2 ,i look on ,his4 ,i know ,my spirit which dilateth with the woe ,of ,his mortality1 ,may well contain your glory4 ,yea1 drop your lids more low4 ,ye are but fellow-worshipers with me6 ,sleep1 sleep1 my worshiped ,one6 ,we sat among the stalls at ,bethlehem1 ,the dumb kine from their fodder turning them1 ,softened their horned faces ,to almost human gazes ,towards the newly ,born4 ,the simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks ,brought visionary looks1 ,as yet in their astonished hearing rung ,the strange1 sweet angel-tongue4 ,the magi of the ,east1 in sandals worn1 ,knelt reverent1 sweeping round1 ,with long pale beards their gifts upon the ground1 ,the incense1 myrrh and gold1 ,these baby hands were impotent to hold4 ,so1 let all earthlies and celestials wait ,upon thy royal state6 ,sleep1 sleep1 my kingly ,one6 ,i am not proud--meek angels1 ye invest ,new meeknesses to hear such utterance rest ,on mortal lips1--',i am not proud'--not proud6 ,albeit in my flesh ,god sent ,his ,son1 ,albeit over ,him my head is bowed ,as others bow before ,him1 still mine heart ,bows lower than their knees4 ,o centuries ,that roll1 in vision1 your futurities ,my future grave athwart1-- ,whose murmurs seem to reach me while ,i keep ,watch o'er this sleep1-- ,say of me as the ,heavenly said1--',thou art ,the blessedest of women6'--blessedest1 ,not holiest1 not noblest--no high name1 ,whose height misplaced may pierce me like a shame1 ,when ,i sit meek in heaven6 ,for me--for me-- ,god knows that ,i am feeble like the rest6-- ,i often wandered forth1 more child than maiden1 ,among the midnight hills of ,galilee1 ,whose summits looked heaven-laden2 ,listening to silence as it seemed to be ,god's voice1 so soft yet strong--so fain to press ,upon my heart as ,heaven did on the height1 ,and waken up its shadows by a light1 ,and show its vileness by a holiness4 ,then ,i knelt down most silent like the night1 ,too self-renounced for fears1 ,raising my small face to the countless blue ,whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears4 ,god heard them falling after--with ,his dew4 ,so1 seeing my corruption1 can ,i see ,this ,incorruptible now born of me-- ,this fair new ,innocence no sun did chance ,to shine on 7for even ,adam was no child71 ,created from my nature1 all defiled1 ,this mystery from out mine ignorance-- ,nor feel the blindness1 stain1 corruption1 more ,than others do1 or ,i did heretofore8-- ,can hands wherein such burden pure has been1 ,not open with the cry 'unclean1 unclean6' ,more oft than any else beneath the skies8 ,ah ,king1 ah ,christ1 ah ,son6 ,the kine1 the shepherds1 the abased wise1 ,must all less lowly wait ,than ,i1 upon thy state6-- ,sleep1 sleep1 my kingly ,one6 ,art ,thou a ,king1 then8 ,come1 ,his universe1 ,come1 crown me ,him a king6 ,pluck rays from all such stars as never fling ,their light where fell a curse4 ,and make a crowning for this kingly brow6-- ,what is my word8--,each empyreal star ,sits in a sphere afar ,in shining ambuscade3 ,the child-brow1 crowned by none1 ,keeps its unchildlike shade4 ,sleep1 sleep1 my crownless ,one6 ,unchildlike shade6--no other babe doth wear ,an aspect very sorrowful1 as ,thou4-- ,no small babe-smiles1 my watching heart has seen1 ,to float like speech the speechless lips between2 ,no dovelike cooing in the golden air1 ,no quick short joys of leaping babyhood4 ,alas1 our earthly good ,in heaven thought evil1 seems too good for ,thee3 ,yet1 sleep1 my weary ,one6 ,and then the drear sharp tongue of prophecy1 ,with the dread sense of things which shall be done1 ,doth smite me inly1 like a sword--a sword8 7,that 'smites the ,shepherd6'7 then1 ,i think aloud ,the words 'despised1'--'rejected1'--every word ,recoiling into darkness as ,i view ,the ,,darling on my knee4 ,bright angels1--move not6--lest ye stir the cloud ,betwixt my soul and his futurity6 ,i must not die1 with mother's work to do1 ,and could not live--and see4 ,it is enough to bear ,this image still and fair-- ,this holier in sleep1 ,than a saint at prayer3 ,this aspect of a child ,who never sinned or smiled-- ,this presence in an infant's face3 ,this sadness most like love ,this love than love more deep1 ,this weakness like omnipotence1 ,it is so strong to move6 ,awful is this watching place1 ,awful what ,i see from hence-- ,a king1 without regalia1 ,a ,god1 without the thunder1 ,a child1 without the heart for play2 ,aye1 a ,creator rent asunder ,from ,his first glory and cast away ,on ,his own world1 for me alone ,to hold in hands created1 crying--,,son6 ,that tear fell not on ,,thee1 ,beloved1 yet ,thou stirrest in thy slumber6 ,,thou1 stirring not for glad sounds out of number ,which through the vibratory palm trees run ,from summer wind and bird1 ,so quickly hast ,thou heard ,a tear fall silently8-- ,wak'st ,thou1 ,o loving ,one8-- --,e4 ,b4 ,browning4 #a ,it is a ,jewish tradition that ,moses died of the kisses of ,god's lips4 ,,the ,,voice ,,from ,,galilee4 ,i heard the voice of ,jesus say1 ,come unto me and rest2 ,lay down1 thou weary one1 lay down ,thy head upon my breast4 ,i came to ,jesus as ,i was-- ,weary1 and worn1 and sad2 ,i found in ,him a resting-place1 ,and ,he has made me glad4 ,i heard the voice of ,jesus say1 ,behold ,i freely give ,the living water--thirsty one1 ,stoop down1 and drink1 and live4 ,i came to ,jesus1 and ,i drank ,of that life-giving stream4 ,my thirst was quench'd1 my soul revived1 ,and now ,i live in ,him4 ,i heard the voice of ,jesus say1 ,i am this dark world's light2 ,look unto me1 thy morn shall rise1 ,and all thy day be bright4 ,i looked to ,jesus1 and ,i found ,in ,him my ,star1 my ,sun2 ,and in that ,light of ,life ,i'll walk ,till trav'ling days are done4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,lead1 ,,kindly ,,light4 ,lead1 kindly ,light1 amid the encircling gloom1 ,lead ,thou me on2 ,the night is dark1 and ,i am far from home1 ,lead ,thou me on2 ,keep ,thou my feet2 ,i do not ask to see ,the distant scene2 one step enough for me4 ,i was not ever thus1 nor prayed that ,thou ,shouldst lead me on2 ,i loved to choose and see my path2 but now ,lead ,thou me on4 ,i loved the garish day1 and spite of fears1 ,pride ruled my will2 remember not past years4 ,so long ,thy power hath blest me1 sure it still ,will lead me on ,o'er moor and fen1 o'er crag and torrent1 till ,the night is gone1 ,and with the morn those angel faces smile1 ,which ,i have loved long since1 and lost awhile4 --,cardinal ,newman4 ,weary of earth and laden with my sin1 ,i look at heaven and long to enter in2 ,but there no evil thing may find a home1 ,and yet ,i hear a voice that bids me1 ,come4 ,so vile ,i am1 how dare ,i hope to stand ,in the pure glory of that holy land8 ,before the whiteness of that ,throne appear8 ,yet there are ,hands stretched out to draw me near4 ,the while ,i fain would tread the heavenly way1 ,evil is ever with me day by day2 ,yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall1 ,repent1 confess1 thou shalt be loosed from all4 ,it is the voice of ,,jesus that ,i hear1 ,his are the ,hands stretched out to draw me near1 ,and ,his the ,blood that can for all atone1 ,and set me faultless there before the ,throne4 ',twas ,he who found me on the deathly wild1 ,and made me heir of heaven1 the ,,father',s child1 ,and day by day1 whereby my soul may live1 ,gives me ,his ,grace of pardon1 and will give4 ,o great ,absolver1 grant my soul may wear ,the lowliest garb of penitence and prayer1 ,that in the ,,father',s courts my glorious dress ,may be the garment of ,thy righteousness4 ,yea1 ,thou wilt answer for me1 ,righteous ,,lord2 ,thine all the merits1 mine the great reward2 ,thine the sharp thorns1 and mine the golden crown2 ,mine the life won1 and ,thine the life laid down4 ,nought can ,i bring1 dear ,,lord1 for all ,i owe1 ,yet let my full heart what it can bestow2 ,like ,mary's gift let my devotion prove1 ,forgiven greatly1 how ,i greatly love4 --,unidentified4 ,come unto ,me1 ye weary1 ,and ,i will give you rest4 ,o blessed voice of ,,jesus1 ,which comes to hearts oppressed2 ,it tells of benediction1 ,of pardon1 grace1 and peace1 ,of joy that hath no ending1 ,of love which cannot cease4 ,come unto ,me1 ye wanderers1 ,and ,i will give you light4 ,o loving voice of ,,jesus1 ,which comes to cheer the night2 ,our hearts were filled with sadness1 ,and we had lost our way2 ,but ,he has brought us gladness ,and songs at break of day4 ,come unto ,me1 ye fainting1 ,and ,i will give you life2 ,o cheering voice of ,,jesus1 ,which comes to aid our strife2 ,the foe is stern and eager1 ,the fight is fierce and long2 ,but ,he has made us mighty1 ,and stronger than the strong4 ,and whosoever cometh1 ,i will not cast him out4 ,o welcome voice of ,,jesus1 ,which drives away our doubt2 ,which calls us very sinners1 ,unworthy though we be1 ,of love so free and boundless1 ,to come1 dear ,,lord1 to ,thee4 --,unidentified4 ,,earth',s ,,beauty4 ,where the wave murmurs not1 ,where the gust eddies not1 ,where the stream rushes not1 ,where the cliff shadows not1 ,where the wood darkens not1 ,i would not be6 ,bright tho' the heavens were1 ,rich tho' the flowers there1 ,sweet tho' the fragrant air1 ,and all as ,eden fair1 ,yet as a dweller there1 ,i would not be6 ,o wave1 and breeze1 and rill1 and rock1 and wood1 ,was it not ,god ,himself that called you ,,good8 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,servant of ,god1 well done1 ,rest from thy loved employ2 ,the battle fought1 the vict'ry won1 ,enter thy ,master's joy4 ,the voice at midnight came1 ,he started up to hear2 ,a mortal arrow pierced his frame1 ,he fell--but felt no fear4 ,tranquil amidst alarms1 ,it found him on the field1 ,a veteran slumbering on his arms1 ,beneath his red-cross shield4 ,the pains of death are past1 ,labor and sorrow cease2 ,and1 life's long warfare closed at last1 ,his soul is found in peace4 ,soldier of ,christ1 well done6 ,praise be thy new employ2 ,and while eternal ages run1 ,rest in thy ,saviour's joy4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,,the ,,angel',s ,,story4 ,through the blue and frosty heavens ,christmas stars were shining bright2 ,glistening lamps throughout the ,city ,almost matched their gleaming light2 ,while the winter snow was lying1 ,and the winter winds were sighing1 ,long ago1 one ,christmas night4 ,while1 from every tower and steeple1 ,pealing bells were sounding clear1 7,never with such tones of gladness1 ,save when ,christmas time is near17 ,many a one that night was merry ,who had toiled through all the year4 ,that night saw old wrongs forgiven1 ,friends1 long parted1 reconciled2 ,voices all unused to laughter1 ,mournful eyes that rarely smiled1 ,trembling hearts that feared the morrow1 ,from their anxious thoughts beguiled4 ,rich and poor felt love and blessing ,from the gracious season fall2 ,joy and plenty in the cottage1 ,peace and feasting in the hall2 ,and the voices of the children ,ringing clear above it all6 ,yet one house was dim and darkened2 ,gloom1 and sickness1 and despair1 ,dwelling in the gilded chambers1 ,creeping up the marble stair1 ,even stilled the voice of mourning1-- ,for a child lay dying there4 ,silken curtains fell around him1 ,velvet carpets hushed the tread1 ,many costly toys were lying1 ,all unheeded1 by his bed2 ,and his tangled golden ringlets ,were on downy pillows spread4 ,the skill of that mighty ,city ,to save one little life was vain1-- ,one little thread from being broken1 ,one fatal word from being spoken2 ,nay1 his very mother's pain1 ,and the mighty love within her1 ,could not give him health again4 ,so she knelt there still beside him1 ,she alone with strength to smile1 ,promising that he should suffer ,no more in a little while1 ,murmuring tender song and story ,weary hours to beguile4 ,suddenly an unseen ,presence ,checked those constant moaning cries1 ,stilled the little heart's quick fluttering1 ,raised those blue and wondering eyes1 ,fixed on some mysterious vision1 ,with a startled sweet surprise4 ,for a radiant angel hovered1 ,smiling1 o'er the little bed2 ,white his raiment1 from his shoulders ,snowy dove-like pinions spread1 ,and a starlike light was shining1 ,in a ,glory round his head4 ,while1 with tender love1 the angel1 ,leaning o'er the little nest1 ,in his arms the sick child folding1 ,laid him gently on his breast1 ,sobs and wailings told the mother ,that her darling was at rest4 ,so the angel1 slowly rising1 ,spread his wings1 and through the air ,bore the child1 and1 while he held him ,to his heart with loving care1 ,placed a branch of crimson roses ,tenderly beside him there4 ,while the child1 thus clinging1 floated ,towards the mansions of the ,blest1 ,gazing from his shining guardian ,to the flowers upon his breast1 ,thus the angel spake1 still smiling ,on the little heavenly guest3 ,know1 dear little one1 that ,heaven ,does no earthly thing disdain1 ,man's poor joys find there an echo ,just as surely as his pain2 ,love1 on earth so feebly striving1 ,lives divine in ,heaven again6 ,once in that great town below us1 ,in a poor and narrow street1 ,dwelt a little sickly orphan2 ,gentle aid1 or pity sweet1 ,never in life's rugged pathway ,guided his poor tottering feet4 ,all the striving anxious fore-thought ,that should only come with age ,weighed upon his baby spirit1 ,showed him soon life's sternest page2 ,grim ,want was his nurse1 and ,sorrow ,was his only heritage4 ,all too weak for childish pastimes1 ,drearily the hours sped2 ,on his hand so small and trembling ,leaning his poor aching head1 ,or1 through dark and painful hours1 ,lying sleepless on his bed4 ,dreaming strange and longing fancies ,of cool forests far away2 ,and of rosy1 happy children1 ,laughing merrily at play1 ,coming home through green lanes1 bearing ,trailing boughs of blooming ,may4 ,scarce a glimpse of azure heaven ,gleamed above that narrow street1 ,and the sultry air of summer 7,that you call so warm and sweet7 ,fevered the poor orphan1 dwelling ,in the crowded alley's heat4 ,one bright day1 with feeble footsteps ,slowly forth he tried to crawl1 ,through the crowded city's pathways1 ,till he reached a garden-wall1 ,where 'mid princely halls and mansions ,stood the lordliest of all4 ,there were trees with giant branches1 ,velvet glades where shadows hide2 ,there were sparkling fountains glancing ,flowers1 which in luxuriant pride ,even wafted breaths of perfume ,to the child who stood outside4 ,he against the gate of iron ,pressed his wan and wistful face1 ,gazing with an awe struck pleasure ,at the glories of the place2 ,never had his brightest day-dream ,shone with half such wondrous grace4 ,you were playing in that garden1 ,throwing blossoms in the air1 ,laughing when the petals floated ,downwards on your golden hair2 ,and the fond eyes watching o'er you1 ,and the splendor spread before you1 ,told a ,house's ,hope was there4 ,when your servants1 tired of seeing ,such a face of want and woe1 ,turning to the ragged orphan1 ,gave him coin1 and bade him go1 ,down his cheeks so thin and wasted ,bitter tears began to flow4 ,but that look of childish sorrow ,on your tender child-heart fell1 ,and you plucked the reddest roses ,from the tree you loved so well1 ,passed them through the stern cold grating1 ,gently bidding him ',farewell6' ,dazzled by the fragrant treasure ,and the gentle voice he heard1 ,in the poor forlorn boy's spirit1 ,joy1 the sleeping ,seraph1 stirred2 ,in his hand he took the flowers1 ,in his heart the loving word4 ,so he crept to his poor garret2 ,poor no more1 but rich and bright1 ,for the holy dreams of childhood-- ,love1 and ,rest1 and ,hope1 and ,light-- ,floated round the orphan's pillow ,through the starry summer night4 ,day dawned1 yet the visions lasted2 ,all too weak to rise he lay2 ,did he dream that none spake harshly1 ,all were strangely kind that day8 ,surely then his treasured roses ,must have charmed all ills away4 ,and he smiled1 though they were fading2 ,one by one their leaves were shed2 ',such bright things could never perish1 ,they would bloom again1' he said4 ,when the next day's sun had risen ,child and flowers both were dead4 ,know1 dear little one6 our ,father ,will no gentle deed disdain2 ,love on the cold earth beginning ,lives divine in ,heaven again1 ,while the angel hearts that beat there ,still all tender thoughts retain4 ,so the angel ceased1 and gently ,o'er his little burden leant2 ,while the child gazing from the shining1 ,loving eyes that o'er him bent1 ,to the blooming roses by him1 ,wondering what that mystery meant4 ,thus the radiant angel answered1 ,and with tender meaning smiled3 ,ere your childlike1 loving spirit1 ,sin and the hard world defiled1 ,god has given me leave to seek you1-- ,i was once that little child6 99 99 99 99 99 ,in the churchyard of that city ,rose a tomb of marble rare ,decked1 as soon as ,spring awakened1 ,with her buds and blossoms fair1-- ,and a humble grave beside it1-- ,no one knew who rested there4 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,jesus1 the very thought of thee ,with sweetness fills my breast3 ,but sweeter far thy face to see1 ,and in thy presence rest4 ,nor voice can sing1 nor heart can frame1 ,nor can the memory find ,a sweeter sound than thy blest name1 ,o ,saviour of mankind6 ,o ,hope of every contrite heart6 ,o ,joy of all the meek6 ,to those who fall1 how kind thou art6 ,how good to those who seek6 ,but what to those who find8 ,ah6 this1 ,nor tongue nor pen can show2 ,the love of ,jesus1 what it is1 ,none but his loved ones know4 ,jesus1 our only joy be thou1 ,as thou our prize wilt be2 ,jesus1 be thou our glory now1 ,and through eternity4 --,bernard4 ,,morality4 ,we cannot kindle when we will ,the fire which in the heart resides2 ,the spirit bloweth and is still1 ,in mystery our soul abides4 ,but tasks in hours of insight willed ,can be through hours of gloom fulfilled4 ,with aching hands and bleeding feet ,we dig and heap1 lay stone on stone2 ,we bear the burden and the heat ,of the long day1 and wish 'twere done4 ,not till the hours of light return1 ,all we have built do we discern4 ,then1 when the clouds are off the soul1 ,when thou dost bask in nature's eye1 ,ask how she viewed thy self-control1 ,thy struggling1 tasked morality4-- ,nature1 whose free1 light1 cheerful air1 ,oft made thee1 in thy gloom1 despair4 ,and she1 whose censure thou dost dread1 ,whose eye thou wast afraid to seek1 ,see1 on her face a glow is spread1 ,a strong emotion on her cheek6 ,ah1 child6 she cries1 that strife divine1 ,whence was it1 for it is not mine8 ,there is no effort on my brow2 ,i do not strive1 ,i do not weep3 ,i rush with the swift spheres1 and glow ,in joy1 and when ,i will1 ,i sleep4 ,yet that severe1 that earnest air1 ,i saw1 ,i felt it once--but where8 ,i knew not yet the gauge of time1 ,no more the manacles of space2 ,i felt it in some other clime1 ,i saw it in some other place4 ',twas when the heavenly house ,i trod1 ,and lay upon the breast of ,god4 --,matthew ,arnold4 ,,morning4 ,hues of the rich unfolding morn1 ,that1 ere the glorious sun be born1 ,by some soft touch invisible1 ,around his path are taught to swell2-- ,thou rustling breeze1 so fresh and gay1 ,that dancest forth at opening day1 ,and brushing by with joyous wing1 ,wakenest each little leaf to sing2-- ,ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam1 ,by which deep grove and tangled stream ,pay1 for soft rains in season given1 ,their tribute to the genial heaven2-- ,why waste your treasures of delight ,upon our thankless1 joyless sight1 ,who1 day by day1 to sin awake1 ,seldom of heaven and you partake8 ,oh6 timely happy1 timely wise1 ,hearts that with rising morn arise6 ,eyes that the beam celestial view1 ,which evermore makes all things new6 ,new every morning is the love ,our wakening and uprising prove3 ,through sleep and darkness safely brought1 ,restored to life1 and power1 and thought4 ,new mercies1 each returning day1 ,hover around us while we pray2 ,new perils past1 new sins forgiven1 ,new thoughts of ,god1 new hopes of heaven4 ,if on our daily course our mind ,be set1 to hallow all we find1 ,new treasures still1 of countless price1 ,god will provide for sacrifice4 ,old friends1 old scenes1 will lovelier be1 ,as more of heaven in each we see3 ,some softening gleam of love and prayer ,shall dawn on every cross and care4 ,as for some dear familiar strain ,untired we ask1 and ask again4 ,ever1 in its melodious store1 ,finding a spell unheard before4 ,such is the bliss of souls serene1 ,when they have sworn and steadfast mean1 ,counting the cost1 in all to espy ,their ,god1 in all themselves deny4 ,o could we learn that sacrifice1 ,what lights would all around us rise6 ,how would our hearts with wisdom talk ,along life's dullest1 dreariest walk6 ,we need not bid1 for cloister'd cell1 ,our neighbor and our work farewell1 ,nor strive to wind ourselves too high ,for sinful man beneath the sky3 ,the trivial round1 the common task1 ,would furnish all we ought to ask2 ,room to deny ourselves2 a road ,to bring us1 daily1 nearer ,god4 ,seek we no more2 content with these1 ,let present rapture1 comfort1 ease1 ,as heaven shall bid them1 come and go3-- ,the secret this of rest below4 ,only1 ,o ,lord1 in ,thy dear love ,fit us for perfect rest above2 ,and help us1 this and every day1 ,to live more nearly as we pray4 --,john ,keble4 ,,divine ,,order4 ',tis first the true and then the beautiful1-- ,not first the beautiful and then the true2 ,first the wild moor1 with rock and reed and pool1 ,then the gay garden1 rich in scent and hue4 ',tis first the good and then the beautiful1-- ,not first the beautiful and then the good2 ,first the rough seed1 sown in the rougher soil1 ,then the flower-blossom1 or the branching wood4 ,not first the glad and then the sorrowful1-- ,but first the sorrowful1 and then the glad2 ,tears for a day1--for earth of tears is full1 ,then we forget that we were ever sad4 ,not first the bright1 and after that the dark1-- ,but first the dark1 and after that the bright2 ,first the thick cloud1 and then the rainbow's arc1 ,first the dark grave1 then resurrection-light4 ',tis first the night1--stern night of storm and war1-- ,long nights of heavy clouds and veiled skies2 ,then the far sparkle of the ,morning-star1 ,that bids the saints awake and dawn arise4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,the ,,issues ,,of ,,life ,,and ,,death4 ,oh1 where shall rest be found-- ,rest for the weary soul8 ',twere vain the ocean depths to sound1 ,or pierce to either pole4 ,the world can never give ,the bliss for which we sigh3 ',tis not the whole of life to live1 ,nor all of death to die4 ,beyond this vale of tears ,there is a life above1 ,unmeasured by the flight of years2 ,and all that life is love4 ,there is a death whose pang ,outlasts the fleeting breath3 ,oh1 what eternal horrors hang ,around the second death6 ,lord ,god of truth and grace1 ,teach us that death to shun1 ,lest we be banished from ,thy face1 ,and evermore undone4 ,here would we end our quest2 ,alone are found in ,thee1 ,the life of perfect love1--the rest ,of immortality4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,gracious ,spirit1 ,love divine6 ,let ,thy light within me shine2 ,all my guilty fears remove1 ,fill me full of heaven and love4 ,speak ,thy pardoning grace to me1 ,set the burdened sinner free2 ,lead me to the ,lamb of ,god1 ,wash me in ,his precious blood4 ,life and peace to me impart1 ,seal salvation on my heart2 ,breathe ,thyself into my breast1-- ,earnest of immortal rest4 ,let me never from ,thee stray1 ,keep me in the narrow way2 ,fill my soul with love divine1 ,keep me1 ,lord1 forever ,thine4 --,stocker4 ,,st4 ,,agnes' ,,eve4 ,deep on the convent roof the snows ,are sparkling to the moon3 ,my breath to heaven like vapor goes3 ,may my soul follow soon6 ,the shadows of the convent-towers ,slant down the snowy sward1 ,still creeping with the creeping hours ,that lead me to my ,lord3 ,make ,thou my spirit pure and clear ,as are the frosty skies1 ,or this first snowdrop of the year ,that in my bosom lies4 ,as these white robes are soil'd and dark1 ,to yonder shining ground2 ,as this pale taper's earthly spark1 ,to yonder argent round2 ,so shows my soul before the ,lamb1 ,my spirit before ,thee2 ,so in mine earthly house ,i am1 ,to that ,i hope to be4 ,break up the heavens1 ,o ,lord6 and far1 ,thro' all yon starlight keen1 ,draw me1 ,thy bride1 a glittering star1 ,in raiment white and clean4 ,he lifts me to the golden doors2 ,the flashes come and go2 ,all heaven bursts her starry floors1 ,and strews her lights below1 ,and deepens on and up6 the gates ,roll back1 and far within ,for me the ,heavenly ,bridegroom waits1 ,to make me pure of sin4 ,the sabbaths of ,eternity1 ,one sabbath deep and wide-- ,a light upon the shining sea-- ,the ,bridegroom with ,his bride6 --,alfred ,tennyson4 ,,life ,,and ,,death4 ,what is life1 father8 ,a ,battle1 my child1 ,where the strongest lance may fail1 ,where the wariest eyes may be beguiled1 ,and the stoutest heart may quail4 ,where the foes are gathered on every hand1 ,and rest not day or night1 ,and the feeble little ones must stand ,in the thickest of the fight4 ,what is ,death1 father8 ,the rest1 my child1 ,when the strife and toil are o'er2 ,the angel of ,god1 who1 calm and mild1 ,says we need fight no more2 ,who1 driving away the demon band1 ,bids the din of the battle cease2 ,takes banner and spear from our failing hand1 ,and proclaims an eternal peace4 ,let me die1 father6 ,i tremble1 and fear ,to yield in that terrible strife6 ,the crown must be won for ,heaven1 dear1 ,in the battle-field of life2 ,my child1 though thy foes are strong and tried1 ,he loveth the weak and small2 ,the angels of heaven are on thy side1 ,and ,god is over all6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,the ,,angel',s ,,call4 ,come to the land of peace6 ,come where the tempest hath no longer sway1 ,the shadow passes from the soul away1 ,the sounds of weeping cease4 ,fear hath no dwelling there6 ,come to the mingling of repose and love1 ,breathed by the silent spirit of the dove ,through the celestial air6 ,come to the bright and blest ,and crown'd for ever6--'midst that shining band1 ,gather'd to heaven's own wreath from every land1 ,thy spirit shall find rest6 ,thou hast been long alone3 ,come to thy mother6--on the sabbath shore1 ,the heart that rock'd thy childhood1 back once more ,shall take its wearied one4 ,in silence wert thou left6 ,come to thy sisters6--joyously again ,all the home voices1 blest in one sweet strain1 ,shall greet their long-bereft4 ,over thine orphan head ,the storm hath swept as o'er a willow's bough3 ,come to thy father6--it is finish'd now2 ,thy tears have all been shed4 ,in thy divine abode ,change finds no pathway1 mem'ry no dark trace1 ,and1 oh6 bright victory--death by love no place6 ,come1 ,spirit6 to thy ,god6 --,mrs4 ,hemans4 ,i would not live alway3 ,i ask not to stay1 ,where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way2 ,the few lurid mornings that dawn on us here ,are enough for life's woes1 full enough for its cheer4 ,i would not live alway1 thus fettered by sin1 ,temptation without and corruption within3 ,e'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears1 ,and the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears4 ,i would not live alway2 no1 welcome the tomb2 ,since ,jesus hath lain there1 ,i dread not its gloom2 ,there sweet be my rest1 till ,he bid me arise ,to hail ,him in triumph descending the skies4 ,who1 who would live alway1 away from his ,god6 ,away from yon heaven1 that blissful abode1 ,where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains1 ,and the noontide of glory eternally reigns4 ,where the saints of all ages in harmony meet1 ,their ,saviour and brethren transported to greet1 ,while the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll1 ,and the smile of the ,lord is the feast of the soul4 --,muhlenberg4 ,jerusalem the golden1 ,with milk and honey blest1 ,beneath thy contemplation ,sink heart and voice oppressed4 ,i know not1 oh1 ,i know not ,what joys await us there1 ,what radiancy of glory1 ,what bliss beyond compare4 ,they stand1 those halls of ,sion1 ,all jubilant with song1 ,and bright with many an ,angel1 ,and all the ,martyr throng2 ,the ,prince is ever in them1 ,the daylight is serene2 ,the pastures of the blessed ,are decked in glorious sheen4 ,there is the throne of ,david2 ,and there1 from care released1 ,the shout of them that triumph1 ,the song of them that feast2 ,and they1 who with their ,leader ,have conquered in the fight1 ,for ever and for ever ,are clad in robes of white4 ,o sweet and blessed country1 ,the home of ,,god',s elect2 ,o sweet and blessed country ,that eager hearts expect2 ,,jesu1 in mercy bring us ,to that dear land of rest2 ,who art1 with ,,god the ,,father ,and ,,spirit1 ever ,blest4 --,bernard4 ,when our heads are bowed with woe1 ,when our bitter tears o'erflow1 ,when we mourn the lost1 the dear1 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 ,thou our throbbing flesh hast worn1 ,thou our mortal griefs hast borne1 ,thou hast shed the human tear3 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 ,when the solemn death-bell tolls ,for our own departing souls1 ,when our final doom is near1 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 ,thou hast bowed the dying head1 ,thou the blood of life hast shed1 ,thou hast filled a mortal bier3 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 ,when the heart is sad within ,with the thought of all its sin1 ,when the spirit shrinks with fear1 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 ,thou1 the same1 the grief hast known2 ,though the sins were not ,thine own1 ,thou hast deigned their load to bear3 ,gracious ,son of ,mary1 hear6 --,heber4 ,o soul1 soul1 thou art passing1 ,just now1 the border lands3 ,soul1 soul1 thy ,god is calling ,thee1 from the border lands4 ,soul1 soul1 what wilt thou answer1 ,when thou shalt stand alone1 ,before thy ,god and ,saviour1 ',midst th' glories of the throne8 ,how hast thou passed the border8 ,what course pursued below8 ,of all ,i gave thee1 warder1 ,hast conquered every foe8 ,soul1 soul1 hear ,jesus calling6 ,he waits for thee above1 ,oh6 answer now1 responding ,in faith1 and hope1 and love4 --,henry ,c4 ,graves4 ,,the ,,look4 ,the ,saviour looked on ,peter4 ,aye1 no word-- ,no gesture of reproach6 ,the heavens serene ,though heavy with armed justice1 did not lean ,their thunders that way4 ,the forsaken ,lord ,looked only1 on the traitor4 ,none record ,what that look was2 none guess3 for those who have seen ,wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen1 ,or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword1 ,have missed ,jehovah at the judgment call1 ,and ,peter1 from the height of blasphemy-- ',i never knew this man' did quail and fall1 ,as knowing straight ,,that ,,god1--and turned free ,and went out speechless from the face of all1 ,and filled the silence1 weeping bitterly4 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,the ,,meaning ,,of ,,the ,,look4 ,i think that look of ,christ might seem to say-- ',thou ,peter6 art thou then a common stone ,which ,i at last must break my heart upon1 ,for all ,god's charge to ,his high angels may ,guard my foot better8 ,did ,i yesterday ,wash thy feet1 my beloved1 that they should run ,quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun1 ,and do thy kisses1 like the rest1 betray8 ,the cock crows coldly4--,go and manifest ,a late contrition1 but no bootless fear6 ,for when thy final need is dreariest1 ,thou shalt not be denied1 as ,i am here1 ,my voice1 to ,god and angels shall attest1 ',because ,i ,,know this man1 let him be clear4' --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,comfort4 ,speak low to me1 my ,saviour1 low and sweet ,from out the hallelujahs1 sweet and low4 ,lest ,i should fear and fall1 and miss ,thee so ,who art not missed by any that entreat4 ,speak to me as to ,mary at ,thy feet-- ,and if no precious gums my hands bestow1 ,let my tears drop like amber1 while ,i go ,in reach of ,thy divinest voice complete ,in humanest affection--thus in sooth1 ,to lose the sense of losing6 ,as a child ,whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore1 ,is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth2 ,till1 sinking on her breast1 love reconciled1 ,he sleeps the faster that he wept before4 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,substitution4 ,when some beloved voice that was to you ,both sound and sweetness1 faileth suddenly1 ,and silence against which you dare not cry1 ,aches round you like a strong disease and new-- ,what hope8 what help8 what music will undo ,that silence to your sense8 ,not friendship's sigh-- ,nor reason's subtle count6 ,not melody ,of viols1 nor of pipes that ,faunus blew-- ,not songs of poets1 nor of nightingales1 ,whose hearts leap upward through the cypress trees ,to the clear moon3 nor yet the spheric laws ,self-chanted1--nor the angels' sweet ,all hails1 ,met in the smile of ,god4 ,nay1 none of these4 ,speak ,,thou1 availing ,christ6 and fill this pause4 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,tears4 ,thank ,god1 bless ,god1 all ye who suffer not ,more grief than ye can weep for4 ,that is well-- ,that is light grieving6 lighter1 none befell1 ,since ,adam forfeited the primal lot4 ,tears6 what are tears8 ,the babe weeps in its cot1 ,the mother singing2 at her marriage-bell ,the bride weeps2 and before the oracle ,of high-famed hills1 the poet has forgot ,such moisture on his cheeks4 ,thank ,god for grace1 ,ye who weep only6 ,if1 as some have done1 ,ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place1 ,and touch but tombs1--look up6 ,those tears will run ,soon in long rivers down the lifted face1 ,and leave the vision clear for stars and sun4 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,cheerfulness ,,taught ,,by ,,reason4 ,i think we are too ready with complaint ,in this fair world of ,god's4 ,had we no hope ,indeed beyond the zenith and the slope ,of yon gray bank of sky1 we might be faint ,to muse upon eternity's constraint ,round our aspirant souls4 ,but since the scope ,must widen early1 is it well to droop ,for a few days consumed in loss and taint8 ,o pusillanimous ,heart1 be comforted1-- ,and1 like a cheerful traveler1 take the road1 ,singing beside the hedge4 ,what if the bread ,be bitter in thy inn1 and thou unshod ,to meet the flints8--,at least it may be said1 ,because the way is short1 ,i thank ,thee1 ,god6 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,the ,,prospect4 ,methinks we do as fretful children do1 ,leaning their faces on the window pane ,to sigh the glass dim with their own breath's stain1 ,and shut the sky and landscape from their view1 ,and thus1 alas6 since ,god the maker drew ,a mystic separation 'twixt those twain1 ,the life beyond us1 and our souls in pain1 ,we miss the prospect which we're called unto4 ,by grief we're fools to use4 ,be still and strong1 ,o man1 my brother6 hold thy sobbing breath1 ,and keep thy soul's large window pure from wrong1-- ,that so1 as life's appointment issueth1 ,thy vision may be clear to watch along ,the sunset consummation-lights of death4 --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,,consolation4 ,all are not taken6 there are left behind ,living ,beloveds1 tender looks to bring1 ,and make the daylight still a happy thing1 ,and tender voices to make soft the wind4 ,but if it were not so--if ,i could find ,no love in all the world for comforting1 ,nor any path but hollowly did ring1 ,where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoined-- ,and if before these sepulchres unmoving ,i stood alone1 7as some forsaken lamb ,goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth7 ,crying ',where are ye1 ,o my loved and loving8' ,i know a voice would sound1 ',daughter1 ,i ,,am4 ,can ,i suffice for ,,heaven1 and not for earth8' --,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning4 ,a ,,thought ,,over ,a ,,cradle4 ,i sadden when thou smilest to my smile1 ,child of my love6 ,i tremble to believe ,that o'er the mirror of that eye of blue ,the shadow of my heart will always pass2-- ,a heart that1 from its struggle with the world1 ,comes nightly to thy guarded cradle home1 ,and1 careless of the staining dust it brings1 ,asks for its idol6 ,strange1 that flowers of earth ,are visited by every air that stirs1 ,and drink its sweetness only1 while the child ,that shuts within its breast a bloom for heaven1 ,may take a blemish from the breath of love1 ,and bear the blight forever4 ,i have wept ,with gladness at the gift of this fair child6 ,my life is bound up in her4 ,but1 oh ,god6 ,thou know'st how heavily my heart at times ,bears its sweet burthen2 and if ,thou hast given ,to nurture such as mine this spotless flower1 ,to bring it unpolluted unto ,thee1 ,take ,thou its love1 ,i pray thee6 ,give it light-- ,though1 following the sun1 it turn from me6-- ,but1 by the chord thus wrung1 and by the light ,shining about her1 draw me to my child6 ,and link us close1 oh ,god1 when near to heaven6 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,,everlasting ,,blessings4 ,i know that whatsoever ,god doeth it shall be forever4 --,,eccles4 iii4 #ad4 ,o what everlasting blessings ,god outpoureth on ,his own6 ,ours by promise true and faithful1 spoken from eternal throne2 ,ours by ,his eternal purpose ere the universe had place2 ,ours by everlasting covenant1 ours by free and royal grace4 ,with salvation everlasting ,he shall save us1 ,he shall bless ,with the largess of ,messiah1 everlasting righteousness2 ,ours the everlasting mercy all ,his wondrous dealings prove2 ,ours ,his everlasting kindness1 fruit of everlasting love4 ,in the ,lord ,jehovah trusting1 everlasting strength have we2 ,he ,himself1 our ,sun1 our ,glory1 everlasting ,light shall be2 ,everlasting life is ours1 purchased by ,the ,life laid down2 ,and our heads1 oft bowed and weary1 everlasting joy shall crown4 ,we shall dwell with ,christ forever1 when the shadows flee away1 ,in the everlasting glory of the everlasting day4 ,unto ,thee1 belovd ,saviour1 everlasting thanks belong1 ,everlasting adoration1 everlasting land and song4 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,the ,,mother ,,to ,,her ,,child4 ,they tell me thou art come from a far world1 ,babe of my bosom6 that these little arms1 ,whose restlessness is like the spread of wings1 ,move with the memory of flights scarce o'er-- ,that through these fringed lids we see the soul ,steep'd in the blue of its remember'd home2 ,and while thou sleep'st come messengers1 they say1 ,whispering to thee--and 'tis then ,i see ,upon thy baby lips that smile of heaven6 ,and what is thy far errand1 my fair child8 ,why away1 wandering from a home of bliss1 ,to find thy way through darkness home again8 ,wert thou an untried dweller in the sky8 ,is there1 betwixt the cherub that thou wert1 ,the cherub and the angel thou may'st be1 ,a life's probation in this sadder world8 ,art thou with memory of two things only1 ,music and light1 left upon earth astray1 ,and1 by the watchers at the gate of heaven1 ,look'd for with fear and trembling8 ,god6 who gavest ,into my guiding hand this wanderer1 ,to lead her through a world whose darkling paths ,i tread with steps so faltering--leave not me ,to bring her to the gates of heaven1 alone6 ,i feel my feebleness4 ,let these stay on-- ,the angels who now visit her in dreams6 ,bid them be near her pillow till in death ,the closed eyes look upon ,thy face once more6 ,and let the light and music1 which the world ,borrows of heaven1 and which her infant sense ,hails with sweet recognition1 be to her ,a voice to call her upward1 and a lamp ,to lead her steps unto ,thee6 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,,give ,,me ,,thy ,,heart4 ,with echoing steps the worshipers ,departed one by one2 ,the organ's pealing voice was stilled1 ,the vesper hymn was done2 ,the shadows fell from roof and arch1 ,dim was the incensed air1 ,one lamp alone1 with trembling ray1 ,told of the ,presence there6 ,in the dark church she knelt alone2 ,her tears were falling fast2 ,help1 ,lord1 she cried1 the shades of death ,upon my soul are cast6 ,have ,i not shunned the path of sin1 ,and chosen the better part8-- ,what voice came through the sacred air8-- ,my child1 give me thy ,heart6 ,have ,i not laid before ,thy shrine ,my wealth1 ,o ,lord8 she cried2 ,have ,i kept aught of gems or gold1 ,to minister to pride8 ,have ,i not bade youth's joys retire1 ,and vain delights depart8-- ,but sad and tender was the voice1-- ,my child1 give me thy ,heart6 ,have ,i not1 ,lord1 gone day by day ,where ,thy poor children dwell2 ,and carried help1 and gold1 and food8 ,o ,lord1 ,thou knowest it well8 ,from many a house1 from many a soul1 ,my hand bids care depart3-- ,more sad1 more tender was the voice1-- ,my child1 give me thy ,heart6 ,have ,i not worn my strength away ,with fast and penance sore8 ,have ,i not watched and wept8 she cried2 ,did ,thy dear saints do more8 ,have ,i not gained ,thy grace1 ,o ,lord1 ,and won in heaven my part8-- ,it echoed louder in her soul1-- ,my child1 give me thy ,heart6 ,for ,i have loved thee with a love ,no mortal heart can show2 ,a love so deep1 my saints in heaven ,its depths can never know2 ,when pierced and wounded on the cross1 ,man's sin and doom were mine1 ,i loved ,thee with undying love1 ,immortal and divine6 ,i loved ,thee ere the skies were spread2 ,my soul bears all thy pains2 ,to gain thy love my sacred heart ,in earthly shrines remains3 ,vain are thy offerings1 vain thy sighs1 ,without one gift divine2 ,give it my child1 thy heart to me1 ,and it shall rest in mine6 ,in awe she listened1 and the shade ,passed from her soul away2 ,in low and trembling voice she cried1-- ,lord1 help me to obey6 ,break ,thou the chains of earth1 ,o ,lord1 ,that bind and hold my heart2 ,let it be ,thine1 and ,thine alone1 ,let none with ,thee have part4 ,send down1 ,o ,lord1 ,thy sacred fire6 ,consume and cleanse the sin ,that lingers still within its depths2 ,let heavenly love begin4 ,that sacred flame ,thy saints have known1 ,kindle1 ,o ,lord1 in me1 ,thou above all the rest forever1 ,and all the rest in ,thee4 ,the blessing fell upon her soul2 ,her angel by her side ,knew that the hour of peace was come2 ,her soul was purified3 ,the shadows fell from roof and arch1 ,dim was the incensed air1-- ,but ,peace went with her as she left ,the sacred ,presence there6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,one sweetly solemn thought ,comes to me o'er and o'er3 ,i'm nearer home to-day ,than ,i have been before2 ,nearer my ,father's house1 ,where many mansions be1 ,nearer the great white throne1 ,nearer the crystal sea4 ,nearer the bound of life1 ,where burdens are laid down1 ,nearer to leave the cross1 ,and nearer to the crown2 ,but lying dark between1 ,and winding through the night1 ,the deep and unknown stream ,crossed ere we reach the light4 ,jesus1 confirm my trust2 ,strengthen the hand of faith ,to feel ,thee1 when ,i stand ,upon the shore of death4 ,be near me when my feet ,are slipping o'er the brink2 ,for ,i am nearer home1 ,perhaps1 than now ,i think4 --,phoebe ,cary4 ,,left ,,behind4 ,look at this starbeam6 ,from its place of birth1 ,it has come down to greet us here below2 ,now it alights unwearied on this earth1 ,nor storm nor night have quenched its heavenly glow4 ,unbent before the winter's rugged blast1 ,unsoiled by this sad planet's tainted air1 ,it sparkles out from yon unmeasured vast1 ,bright 'mid the brightest1 'mid the fairest fair4 ,undimmed it reaches me2 but yet alone3 ,the thousand gay companions that took wing ,along with it have perished one by one1 ,scattered o'er space like blossoms of the spring4 ,some to yon nearer orbs have sped their course1 ,yon city's smoke has quenched a thousand more2 ,myriads in yon dark cloud have spent their force2 ,a few stray gleams are all that reach our shore4 ,and with us6 ,how many1 who began ,life's race with us1 are dropping by the way2 ,losing themselves in darkness one by one1 ,from the glad goal departing wide astray2 ,when we shall reach the kingdom of the blest1 ,how few who started with us shall we find ,arriving or arrived1 for glorious rest6 ,how many shall we mourn as left behind6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,lord1 what a change within us one short hour ,spent in ,thy presence will prevail to make-- ,what heavy burdens from our bosoms take1 ,what parched grounds refresh1 as with a shower6 ,we kneel1 and all around us seems to lower2 ,we rise1 and all1 the distant and the near1 ,stands forth in sunny outline1 brave and clear2 ,we kneel how weak1 we rise how full of power6 ,why1 therefore1 should we do ourselves this wrong1 ,or others--that we are not always strong2 ,that we are ever overborne with care2 ,that we should ever weak or heartless be1 ,anxious or troubled1 when with us is prayer1 ,and joy1 and strength1 and courage1 are with ,thee8 --,richard ,chenevix ,trench4 ,,our ,,father4 ,oh that ,i loved the ,father ,with depth of conscious love1 ,as steadfast1 bright1 and burning ,as seraphim above6 ,but how can ,i be deeming ,myself a loving child1 ,when here1 and there1 and everywhere1 ,my thoughts are wandering wild8 ,it is my chief desire ,to know ,him more and more1 ,to follow ,him more fully ,than ,i have done before3 ,my eyes are dim with longing ,to see the ,lord above2 ,but oh6 ,i fear from year to year1 ,i do not truly love4 ',for when ,i try to follow ,the mazes of my soul1 ,i find no settled fire of love ,illumining the whole2 ',tis all uncertain twilight1 ,no clear and vivid glow2 ,would ,i could bring to ,god my ,king ,the perfect love ,i owe6' ,the gift is great and holy1 ',twill not be sought in vain2 ,but look up for a moment ,from present doubt and pain1 ,and calmly tell me how you love ,the dearest ones below8 ,this love1 say you1 is deep and true6 ,but tell me how you know8 ,how do you love your father8 ,oh in a thousand ways6 ,i think there's no one like him1 ,so worthy of my praise1 ,i tell him all my troubles1 ,and ask him what to do2 ,i know that he will give to me ,his counsel kind and true4 ,then every little service ,of hand1 or pen1 or voice1 ,becomes1 if he has asked it1 ,the service of my choice4 ,and from my own desires ',tis not so hard to part1 ,if once ,i know ,i follow so ,his wiser will and heart4 ',i know the flush of pleasure ,that o'er my spirit came1 ,when far from home with strangers1 ,they caught my father's name2 ,and for his sake the greeting ,was mutual and sweet1 ,for if they knew my father too1 ,how glad we were to meet6 ',and when ,i heard them praising ,his music and his skill1 ,his words of holy teaching1 ,life-preaching1 holier still1 ,how eagerly ,i listened ,to every word that fell6 ',twas joy to hear that name so dear ,both known and loved so well4 ',once ,i was ill and suffering1 ,upon a foreign shore1 ,and longed to see my father1 ,as ,i never longed before4 ,he came3 his arm around me2 ,i leaned upon his breast2 ,i did not long to feel more strong1 ,so sweet that childlike rest4 ',the thought of home is pleasant1 ,yet ,i should hardly care ,to leave my present fair abode1 ,unless ,i knew him there4 ,all other love and pleasure ,can never crown the place1 ,a home to me it cannot be ,without my fathers face4' ,this is no fancy drawing1 ,but every line is true1 ,and you have traced as strong a love ,as ever daughter knew4 ,but though its fond expression ,is rather lived than told1 ,you do not say from day to day1 ',i fear my love is cold6' ,you do not think about it2 ',tis never in your thought-- ',i wonder if ,i love him ,as deeply as ,i ought8 ,i know his approbation ,outweighs all other meed1 ,that his employ is always joy1 ,but do ,i love indeed8' ,now let your own words teach you ,the higher1 holier claim ,of ,him1 who condescends to bear ,a ,father's gracious name4 ,no mystic inspiration1 ,no throbbings forced and wild ,he asks1 but just the loving trust ,of a glad and grateful child4 ,the rare and precious moments ,of realizing thrill1 ,are but love's blissful blossom1 ,to brighten1 not to fill ,the storehouse and the garner ,with ripe and pleasant fruit2 ,and not alone by these is shown ,the true and holy root4 ,what if your own dear father ,were summoned to his rest6 ,one lives1 by whom that bitterest grief ,could well be soothed and blessed4 ,like balm upon your sharpest woe ,his still1 small voice would fall2 ,his touch would heal1 you could not feel ,that you had lost your all4 ,but what if ,he1 the ,lord of life1 ,could ever pass away6 ,what if ,his name were blotted out1 ,and you could know to-day ,there was no heavenly ,father1 ,no ,saviour dear and true1 ,no throne of grace1 no resting-place1 ,no living ,god for you6 ,we need not dwell in horror ,on what can never be1 ,such endless desolation1 ,such undreamt misery4 ,our reason could not bear it1 ,and all the love of earth1 ,in fullest bliss1 compared with this1 ,were nothing1 nothing worth4 ,then bring your poor affection1 ,and try it by this test2 ,the hidden depth is fathomed1 ,you see you love ,him best6 ',tis but a feeble echo ,of ,his great love to you1 ,yet in ,his ear each note is dear1 ,its harmony is true4 ,it is an uncut jewel1 ,all earth-incrusted now1 ,but ,he will make it glorious1 ,and set it on ,his brow3 ',tis but a tiny glimmer1 ,lit from the light above1 ,but it shall blaze through endless days1 ,a star of perfect love4 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,thou art the ,way3 to thee alone ,from sin and death we flee2 ,and he who would the ,father seek1 ,must seek ,him1 ,lord1 by ,thee4 ,thou art the ,truth2 ,thy word alone ,true wisdom can impart2 ,thou only canst instruct the mind1 ,and purify the heart4 ,thou art the ,life3 the rending tomb ,proclaims ,thy conquering arm2 ,and those who put their trust in ,thee ,nor death nor hell shall harm4 ,thou art the ,way1 the ,truth1 the ,life3 ,grant us to know that ,way2 ,that ,truth to keep1 that ,life to win1 ,which leads to endless day4 --,doane4 ,,the ,,night ,,and ,,the ,,morning4 ,to dream a troubled dream1 and then awaken ,to the soft gladness of a summer sky2 ,to dream ourselves alone1 unloved1 forsaken1 ,and then to wake 'mid smiles1 and love1 and joy2 ,to look at evening on the storm's rude motion1 ,the cloudy tumult of the fretted deep2 ,and then at day-burst upon that same ocean1 ,soothed to the stillness of its stillest sleep-- ,so runs our course--so tells the church her story1 ,so to the end shall it be ever told2 ,brief shame on earth1 but after shame the glory1 ,that wanes not1 dims not1 never waxes old4 ,lord ,jesus1 come1 and end this troubled dreaming4 ,dark shadows vanish1 rosy twilight break6 ,morn of the true and real1 burst forth1 calm-beaming4 ,day of the beautiful1 arise1 awake6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,in ,,affliction4 ,father6 ,thy will1 not mine1 be done6 ,so prayed on earth ,thy suffering ,son1 ,so1 in ,his name ,i pray3 ,the spirit fails1 the flesh is weak2 ,thy help in agony ,i seek2 ,o6 take this cup away4 ,if such be not ,thy sovereign will1 ,thy wiser purpose then fulfil2 ,my wishes ,i resign1 ,into ,thine hands my soul commend1 ,on ,thee for life or death depend2 ,thy will be done1 not mine4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,give to the winds thy fears2 ,hope1 and be undismay'd2 ,god hears thy sighs1 and counts thy tears4 ,god shall lift up thy head4 ,through waves1 through clouds and storms1 ,he gently clears thy way2 ,wait thou ,his time2 so shall this night ,soon end in joyous day4 ,still heavy is thy heart8 ,still sink thy spirits down8 ,cast off the weight1 let fear depart1 ,bid every care be gone4 ,what though thou rulest not6 ,yet heaven1 and earth1 and hell ,proclaim1 ,god sitteth on the throne1 ,and ruleth all things well4 --,gerhard4 ,where wilt thou put thy trust8 ,in a frail form of clay1 ,that to its element of dust ,must soon resolve away8 ,where will thou cast thy care8 ,upon an erring heart1 ,which hath its own sore ills to bear1 ,and shrinks from sorrow's dart8 ,no6 place thy trust above ,this shadowy realm of night1 ,in ,him1 whose boundless power and love ,thy confidence invite4 ,his mercies still endure ,when skies and stars grow dim1 ,his changeless promise standeth sure1 ,go1--cast thy care on ,him4 --,mrs4 ,sigourney4 ,one there is above all others1 ,well deserves the name of ,friend2 ,his is love beyond a brother's1 ,costly1 free and knows no end4 ,which of all our friends1 to save us1 ,could or would have shed his blood8 ,but our ,jesus died to have us ,reconciled in ,him to ,god4 ,when ,he lived on earth abasd1 ,friend of sinners was ,his name2 ,now1 above all glory raisd1 ,he rejoices in the same4 ,could we bear from one another ,what ,he daily bears from us8 ,yet this glorious ,friend and ,brother ,loves us though we treat ,him thus4 ,oh for grace our hearts to soften6 ,teach us1 ,lord1 at length to love6 ,we1 alas6 forget too often ,what a ,friend we have above4 --,newton4 ,god moves in a mysterious way ,his wonders to perform2 ,he plants ,his footsteps in the sea1 ,and rides upon the storm4 ,deep in unfathomable mines ,of never-failing skill1 ,he treasures up ,his vast designs1 ,and works ,his sovereign will4 ,ye fearful saints1 fresh courage take2 ,the clouds ye so much dread ,are big with mercy1 and will break ,in blessings on your head4 ,judge not the ,lord by feeble sense1 ,but trust ,him for ,his grace2 ,behind a frowning providence ,he hides a smiling face4 ,his purposes will ripen fast1 ,unfolding every hour1 ,the bud may have a bitter taste1 ,but sweet will be the flower4 ,blind unbelief is sure to err1 ,and scan ,his work in vain2 ,god is ,his own interpreter1 ,and he will make it plain4 --,cowper4 ,onward1 ,christian1 though the region ,where thou art be drear and lone2 ,god has set a guardian legion ,very near thee2 press thou on4 ,listen1 ,christian2 their hosanna ,rolleth o'er thee3 ,god is love1 ,write upon thy red-cross banner1 ,upward ever2 heaven's above4 ,by the thorn-road1 and none other1 ,is the mount of vision won2 ,tread it without shrinking1 brother2 ,jesus trod it2 press thou on4 ,be this world the wiser1 stronger1 ,for thy life of pain and peace1 ,while it needs thee2 oh6 no longer ,pray thou for thy quick release4 ,pray thou1 ,christian1 daily rather1 ,that thou be a faithful son2 ,by the prayer of ,jesus1 ,father1 ,not my will1 but thine1 be done4 --,johnson4 ,,thankfulness4 ,my ,god1 ,i thank ,thee who hast made ,the ,earth so bright2 ,so full of splendor and of joy1 ,beauty and light2 ,so many glorious things are here1 ,noble and right6 ,i thank ,thee1 too1 that ,thou hast made ,joy to abound3 ,so many gentle thoughts and deeds ,circling us round1 ,that in the darkest spot of ,earth ,some love is found4 ,i thank ,thee more than all our joy ,is touched with pain2 ,that shadows fall on brightest hours2 ,that thorns remain2 ,so that ,earth's bliss may be our guide1 ,and not our chain4 ,for ,thou who knowest1 ,lord1 how soon ,our weak heart clings1 ,hast given us joys1 tender and true1 ,yet all with wings1 ,so that we see1 gleaming on high1 ,diviner things6 ,i thank ,thee1 ,lord1 that ,thou hast kept ,the best in store2 ,we have enough1 yet1 not too much ,to long for more3 ,a yearning for a deeper peace1 ,not known before4 ,i thank ,thee1 ,lord1 that here our souls1 ,though amply blest1 ,can never find1 although they seek1 ,a perfect rest1-- ,nor ever shall1 until they lean ,on ,jesus' breast6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,does the ,gospel word proclaim ,rest for those that weary be8 ,then1 my soul put in thy claim-- ,sure that promise speaks to thee6 ,marks of grace ,i cannot show1 ,all polluted is my best2 ,but ,i weary am1 ,i know1 ,and the weary long for rest4 ,burdened with a load of sin1 ,harassed with tormenting doubt1 ,hourly conflicts from within1 ,hourly crosses from without2-- ,all my little strength is gone1 ,sink ,i must without supply2 ,sure upon the earth is none ,can more weary be than ,i4 ,in the ark the weary dove ,found a welcome resting-place2 ,thus my spirit longs to prove ,rest in ,christ1 the ,ark of grace4 ,tempest-tossed ,i long have been1 ,and the flood increases fast2 ,open1 ,lord1 and take me in1 ,till the storm be overpast6 --,newton4 ,my ,god1 my ,father1 while ,i stray ,far from my home on life's rough way1 ,oh1 teach me from my heart to say1 ,thy will be done1 ,thy will be done6 ,what though in love or grief ,i sigh ,for friends beloved no longer nigh2 ,submissive still would ,i reply1 ,thy will be done1 ,thy will be done6 ,if thou shouldst call me to resign ,what most ,i prize1--it ne'er was mine2 ,i only yield thee what was ,thine3 ,thy will be done1 ,thy will be done6 ,if but my fainting heart be blest ,with ,thy sweet ,spirit for its guest1 ,my ,god1 to ,thee ,i leave the rest2 ,thy will be done1 ,thy will be done6 --,c4 ,elliott4 ,,the ,,seen ,,and ,,the ,,unseen4 ,,on ,,the ,,great ,,exhibition1 #ahea4 ,ha6 yon burst of crystal splendor1 ,sunlight1 starlight1 blent in one2 ,starlight set in arctic azure1 ,sunlight from the burning zone6 ,gold and silver1 gems and marble1 ,all creation's jewelry2 ,earth's uncovered waste of riches1 ,treasures of the ancient sea4 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,iris and ,aurora braided-- ,how the woven colors shine6 ,snow-gleams from an ,alpine summit4 ,torch-light from a spar-roofed mine4 ,like ,arabia's matchless palace1 ,child of magic's strong decree1 ,one vast globe of living sapphire1 ,floor1 walls1 columns1 canopy4 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,forms of beauty1 shapes of wonder1 ,trophies of triumphant toil2 ,never ,athens1 ,rome1 ,palmyra1 ,gazed on such a costly spoil4 ,dazzling the bewildered vision1 ,more than princely pomp we see3 ,what the blaze of the ,alhambra1 ,dome of emerald1 to thee8 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,farthest cities pour their riches1 ,farthest empires muster here1 ,art her jubilee proclaiming ,to the nations far and near4 ,from the crowd in wonder gazing1 ,science claims the prostrate knee2 ,this her temple1 diamond-blazing1 ,shrine of her idolatry4 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,listen to her tale of wonder1 ,of her plastic1 potent spell2 ',tis a big and braggart story1 ,yet she tells it fair and well4 ,she the gifted1 gay magician1 ,mistress of earth1 air1 and sea2 ,this majestic apparition1 ,offspring of her sorcery4 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,what to that for which we're waiting ,is this glittering earthly toy8 ,heavenly glory1 holy splendor1 ,sum of grandeur1 sum of joy4 ,not the gems that time can tarnish1 ,not the hues that dim and die1 ,not the glow that cheats the lover1 ,shaded with mortality4 ,heir of glory1 ,that shall be for thee and me6 ,not the light that leaves us darker1 ,nor the gleams that come and go1 ,not the mirth whose end is madness1 ,not the joy whose fruit is woe2 ,not the notes that die at sunset1 ,not the fashion of a day2 ,but the everlasting beauty1 ,and the endless melody4 ,heir of glory1 ,that shall be for thee and me6 ,city of the pearl-bright portal2 ,city of the jasper wall2 ,city of the golden pavement2 ,seat of endless festival4 ,city of ,jehovah1 ,salem1 ,city of eternity1 ,to thy bridal-hall of gladness1 ,from this prison would ,i flee4 ,heir of glory1 ,that shall be for thee and me6 ,ah6 with such strange spells around me1 ,fairest of what earth calls fair1 ,how ,i need thy fairer image1 ,to undo the syren snare8 ,lest the subtle serpent-tempter ,lure me with his radiant lie2 ,as if sin were sin no longer1 ,life were no more vanity4 ,heir of glory1 ,what is that to thee and me8 ,yes1 ,i need thee1 heavenly city1 ,my low spirit to upbear2 ,yes1 ,i need thee--earth's enchantments ,so beguile me with their glare4 ,let me see thee1 then these fetters ,break asunder2 ,i am free2 ,then this pomp no longer chains me2 ,faith has won the victory4 ,heir of glory1 ,that shall be for thee and me8 ,soon where earthly beauty blinds not1 ,no excess of brilliance palls1 ,salem1 city of the holy1 ,we shall be within thy walls6 ,there1 beside you crystal river1 ,there1 beneath life's wondrous tree1 ,there1 with naught to cloud or sever-- ,ever with the ,lamb to be6 ,heir of glory1 ,that shall be for thee and me6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,i am far frae my hame1 an' ,i'm weary aftenwhiles1 ,for the langed-far hame-bringin'1 an' my ,father's welcome smiles1 ,an' ,i'll ne'er be fu' content1 until mine een do see ,the gowden gates o' heav'n an' my ain countrie4 ,the earth is fleck'd wi' flowers1 mony-tinted1 fresh an' gay1 ,the birdies warble blithely1 for my ,faither made them sae3 ,but these sights an' these soun's will as naething be to me1 ,when ,i hear the angels singin' in my ain countrie4 ,i've ,his gude word of promise that some gladsome day1 the ,king ,to ,his ain royal palace ,his banished hame will bring2 ,wi' een an' wi' hert rinning ower1 we shall see ,the ,king in ,his beauty1 in oor ain countrie4 ,my sins hae been mony1 an' my sorrows hae been sair1 ,but there they'll never vex me1 nor be remembered mair ,for ,his bluid has made me white1 and ,his han' shall dry my e'e1 ,when ,he brings me hame at last1 to my ain countrie4 ,sae little noo ,i ken1 o' yon blessed1 bonnie place1 ,i only ken it's ,hame1 whaur we shall see ,his face3 ,it wad surely be eneuch for ever mair to be ,in the glory o' ,his presence1 in oor ain countrie4 ,like a bairn to his mither1 a wee birdie to its nest1 ,i wad fain' be gangin' noo1 unto my ,saviour's breast1 ,for ,he gathers in ,his bosom witless1 worthless lambs like me1 ,and carries them ,himsel'1 to ,his ain countrie4 ,he is faithfu' that hath promised1 an' ,he'll surely come again1 ,he'll keep ,his tryst wi' me1 at what hour ,i dinna ken2 ,but ,he bids me still to wait1 an' ready aye to be1 ,to gang at ony moment to my ain countrie4 ,sae ,i'm watching aye1 an' singin' o' my hame as ,i wait ,for the soun'ing o' ,his footfa' this side the gowden gate3 ,god gie ,his grace to ilka ane wha' listens noo to me1 ,that we a' may gang in gladness to oor ain countrie4 7,unidentified47 ,,the ,,sinner',s ,,friend4 ,o thou1 the contrite sinner's ,friend1 ,who loving1 lov'st them to the end1 ,on this alone my hopes depend1 ,that ,thou wilt plead for me6 ,when1 weary in the ,christian race1 ,far-off appears my resting-place1 ,and fainting1 ,i mistrust ,thy grace-- ,then1 ,saviour1 plead for me6 ,when ,i have err'd and gone astray ,afar from ,thine own and ,wisdom's way1 ,and see no glimmering guiding ray-- ,still1 ,saviour1 plead for me6 ,when ,satan1 by my sins made bold1 ,strives from ,thy cross to loose my hold1 ,then with ,thy pitying arms enfold1 ,and plead1 oh1 plead for me6 ,and when my dying hour draws near1 ,darken'd with anguish1 guilt1 and fear1 ,then to my fainting sight appear1 ,pleading in ,heaven for me6 ,when the full light of ,heavenly day ,reveals my sins in dread array1 ,say1 ,thou hast wash'd them all away2 ,oh1 say1 ,thou plead'st for me6 --,charlotte ,elliott4 ,,evening ,,prayer ,,at ,a ,,girl',s ,,school4 ,now in thy youth1 beseech of ,him1 ,who giveth1 upbraiding not1 ,that ,his light in thy heart become not dim1 ,and ,his love be unforgot2 ,and thy ,god1 in the darkest of days1 will be ,greenness1 and beauty1 and strength to thee4 --,bernard ,barton4 ,hush6 'tis a holy hour--the quiet room ,seems like a temple1 while yon soft lamp sheds ,a faint and starry radiance1 through the gloom ,and the sweet stillness1 down on bright young heads1 ,with all their clustering locks1 untouched by care1 ,and bowed1 as flowers are bowed with night--in prayer4 ,gaze on1--'tis lovely6 childhood's lip and cheek1 ,mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought-- ,gaze--yet what seest thou in those fair1 and meek1 ,and fragile things1 as but for sunshine wrought8 ,thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky1 ,what death must fashion for eternity6 ,oh6 joyous creatures1 that will sink to rest1 ,lightly1 when those pure orisons are done1 ,as birds with slumber's honey-dew oppressed1 ',midst the dim folded leaves1 at set of sun-- ,lift up your hearts6 though yet no sorrow lies ,dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes2 ,though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs ,of hope make melody where'er ye tread2 ,and o'er your sleep bright shadows1 from the wings ,of spirits visiting but youth1 be spread2 ,yet in those flute-like voices1 mingling low1 ,is woman's tenderness--how soon her woe6 ,her lot is on you--silent tears to weep1 ,and patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour1 ,and sunless riches1 from affection's deep1 ,to pour on broken reeds--a wasted shower8 ,and to make idols1 and to find them clay1 ,and to bewail that worship--therefore pray6 ,her lot is on you--to be found untired1 ,watching the stars out by the bed of pain1 ,with a pale cheek1 and yet a brow inspired1 ,and a true heart of hope1 though hope be vain4 ,meekly to bear with wrong1 to cheer decay1 ,and oh6 to love through all things--therefore pray6 ,and take the thought of this calm vesper time1 ,with its low murmuring sounds and silvery light1 ,on through the dark days fading from their prime1 ,as a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight4 ,earth will forsake--oh6 happy to have given ,th' unbroken heart's first fragrance unto ,heaven4 --,mrs4 ,hemans4 ,i worship thee1 sweet ,will of ,god6 ,and all thy ways adore2 ,and every day ,i live1 ,i seem ,to love thee more and more4 ,thou wert the end1 the blessed rule ,of our ,saviour's toils and tears2 ,thou wert the passion of ,his ,heart ,those three-and-thirty years4 ,and ,he hath breathed into my soul ,a special love of thee1 ,a love to lose my will in ,his1 ,and by that loss be free4 ,i love to see thee bring to nought ,the plans of wily men2 ,when simple hearts outwit the wise1 ,oh thou art loveliest then6 ,the headstrong world1 it presses hard ,upon the church full oft1 ,and then how easily thou turn'st ,the hard ways into soft4 ,i love to kiss each print where thou ,hast set thine unseen feet2 ,i cannot fear thee1 blessd will1 ,thine empire is so sweet4 ,when obstacles and trials seem ,like prison-walls to be1 ,i do the little ,i can do1 ,and leave the rest to thee4 ,i know not what it is to doubt2 ,my heart is ever gay2 ,i run no risk1 for come what will1 ,thou always hast thy way4 ,i have no cares1 ,o blessd will1 ,for all my cares are thine2 ,i live in triumph1 ,lord1 for thou ,hast made thy triumphs mine4 ,and when it seems no chance or change ,from grief can set me free1 ,hope finds its strength in helplessness1 ,and gayly waits on thee4 ,man's weakness waiting upon ,god ,its end can never miss1 ,for men on earth no work can do ,more angel-like than this4 ,ride on1 ride on triumphantly1 ,thou glorious ,will6 ride on2 ,faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take ,the road that thou hast gone4 ,he always wins who sides with ,god1 ,to him no chance is lost2 ,god's will is sweetest to him when ,it triumphs at his cost4 ,ill1 that ,god blesses1 is our good1 ,and unblest good is ill2 ,and all is right that seems most wrong1 ,if it be his dear will6 --,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 ,,the ,,peace ,,of ,,god4 ,we ask for ,peace1 ,o ,lord6 ,thy children ask ,thy peace2 ,not what the world calls rest1 ,that toil and care should cease1 ,that through bright sunny hours ,calm ,life should fleet away1 ,and tranquil night should fade ,in smiling day2-- ,it is not for such ,peace that we would pray4 ,we ask for ,peace1 ,o ,lord6 ,yet not to stand secure1 ,girt round with iron ,pride1 ,contented to endure3 ,crushing the gentle strings ,that human hearts should know1 ,untouched by others' joy ,or others' woe2-- ,thou1 ,o dear ,lord1 wilt never teach us so4 ,we ask ,thy ,peace1 ,o ,lord6 ,through storm1 and fear1 and strife1 ,to light and guide us on1 ,through a long1 struggling life3 ,while no success or gain ,shall cheer the desperate fight1 ,or nerve1 what the world calls1 ,our wasted might3-- ,yet pressing through the darkness to the light4 ,it is ,thine own1 ,o ,lord1 ,who toil while others sleep1 ,who sow with loving care ,what other hands shall reap2 ,they lean on ,thee entranced1 ,in calm and perfect rest3 ,give us that ,peace1 ,o ,lord1 ,divine and blest1 ,thou keepest for those hearts who love ,thee best4 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,listening ,,in ,,darkness--,,speaking ,,in ,,light4 ,what ,i tell you in darkness1 that speak ye in light4 ,,matt4 x4 #bg4 ,he hath spoken in the darkness ,in the silence of the night1 ,spoken sweetly of the ,father4 ,words of life and love and light1 ,floating through the sombre stillness ,came the loved and loving ,voice1 ,speaking peace and solemn gladness1 ,that ,his children might rejoice4 ,what ,he tells thee in the darkness-- ,songs ,he giveth in the night-- ,rise and speak it in the morning1 ,rise and sing them in the light6 ,he hath spoken in the darkness1 ,in the silence of thy grief1 ,sympathy so deep and tender1 ,mighty for thy heart-relief4 ,speaking in thy night of sorrow ,words of comfort and of calm1 ,gently on thy wounded spirit ,pouring true and healing balm4 ,what ,he tells thee in the darkness1 ,weary watcher for the day1 ,grateful lip and life should utter ,when the shadows flee away4 ,he is speaking in the darkness1 ,though thou canst not see ,his face1 ,more than angels ever needed1 ,mercy1 pardon1 love and grace4 ,speaking of the many mansions1 ,where1 in safe and holy rest1 ,thou shalt be with ,him forever1 ,perfectly and always blest4 ,what ,he tells thee in the darkness1 ,whispers through ,time's lonely night1 ,thou shalt speak in glorious praises ,in the everlasting light4 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,the ,,morning ,,star4 ,there is a morning star1 my soul1 ,there is a morning star2 ',twill soon be near and bright1 tho' now1 ,it seem so dim and far4 ,and when time's stars have come and gone1 ,and every mist of earth has flown1 ,that better star shall rise ,on this world's clouded skies1 ,to shine forever6 ,the night is well nigh spent1 my soul1 ,the night is well nigh spent1 ,and soon above our heads shall shine ,a glorious firmament2 ,a sky all glad1 and pure1 and bright1 ,the ,lamb1 once slain1 its perfect light2 ,a star without a cloud1 ,whose light no mists enshroud1 ,descending never4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,god of the world6 ,thy glories shine1 ,through earth and heaven1 with rays divine3 ,thy smile gives beauty to the flower1 ,thine anger to the tempest power4 ,god of our lives6 the throbbing heart ,doth at ,thy beck its action start-- ,throbs on1 obedient to ,thy will1 ,or ceases1 at ,thy fatal chill4 ,god of eternal life6 ,thy love ,doth every stain of sin remove2 ,the cross1 the cross--its hallowed light ,shall drive from earth her cheerless night4 ,god of all goodness6 to the skies ,our hearts in grateful anthems rise2 ,and to ,thy service shall be given ,the rest of life--the whole of heaven4 --,s4 ,s4 ,cutting4 ,there is a ,god6--all nature speaks1 ,through earth1 and air1 and seas1 and skies2 ,see6 from the clouds ,his glory breaks1 ,when the first beams of morning rise4 ,the rising sun1 serenely bright1 ,o'er the wide world's extended frame1 ,inscribes1 in characters of light1 ,his mighty ,maker's glorious name4 ,ye curious minds1 who roam abroad1 ,and trace creation's wonders o'er1 ,confess the footsteps of your ,god1 ,and bow before ,him1 and adore4 --,steele4 ,lord1 how mysterious are ,thy ways6 ,how blind are we6 how mean our praise6 ,thy steps1 can mortal eyes explore8 ',tis ours to wonder and adore4 ,great ,god6 ,i would not ask to see ,what in my coming life shall be2 ,enough for me if love divine1 ,at length through every cloud shall shine4 ,are darkness and distress my share8 ,then let me trust ,thy guardian care2 ,if light and bliss attend my days ,then let my future hours be praise4 ,yet this my soul desires to know1 ,be this my only wish below1 ,that ,christ be mine2--this great request ,grant1 bounteous ,god1 and ,i am blest6 --,steele4 ,,the ,,shadow ,,of ,,the ,,rock4 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,stay1 ,pilgrim1 stay6 ,night treads upon the heels of day2 ,there is no other resting-place this way4 ,the ,rock is near1 ,the well is clear-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock4 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the desert wide ,lies round thee like a trackless tide1 ,in waves of sand forlornly multiplied4 ,the sun is gone1 ,thou art alone-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,all come alone2 ,all1 ever since the sun hath shone1 ,who traveled by this road have come alone4 ,be of good cheer-- ,a home is here-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock8 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,night veils the land2 ,how the palms whisper as they stand6 ,how the well tinkles faintly through the sand6 ,cool water take ,thy thirst to slake-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,abide6 ,abide6 ,this ,rock moves ever at thy side1 ,pausing to welcome thee at eventide4 ,ages are laid ,beneath its shade-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,always at hand1 ,unseen it cools the noon-tide land1 ,and quells the fire that flickers in the sand4 ,it comes in sight ,only at night-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ',mid skies storm-riven ,it gathers shadows out of heaven1 ,and holds them o'er us all night cool and even4 ,through the charmed air ,dew falls not there-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,to angels' eyes ,this ,rock its shadow multiplies1 ,and at this hour in countless places lies4 ,one ,rock1 one shade1 ,o'er thousands laid-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,to weary feet1 ,that have been diligent and fleet1 ,the sleep is deeper and the shade more sweet4 ,o weary1 rest6 ,thou art sore pressed-- ,rest in the shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,thy bed is made2 ,crowds of tired souls like thine are laid ,this night beneath the self-same placid shade4 ,they who rest here ,wake with ,heaven near-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,pilgrim6 sleep sound2 ,in night's swift hours with silent bound1 ,the ,rock will put thee over leagues of ground1 ,gaining more way ,by night than day-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,the ,shadow of the ,rock6 ,one day of pain1 ,thou scarce wilt hope the ,rock to gain1 ,yet there wilt sleep thy last sleep on the plain2 ,and only wake ,in ,heaven's daybreak-- ,rest in the ,shadow of the ,rock4 --,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 ,,elegy4 ,sleep on my love1 in thy cold bed1 ,never to be disquieted6 ,my last good night6 ,thou wilt not wake ,till ,i thy fate shall overtake1 ,till age1 or grief1 or sickness1 must ,marry my body to that dust ,it so much loves1 and fill the room ,my heart keeps empty in thy tomb4 ,stay for me there2 ,i will not fail ,to meet thee in that narrow vale2 ,and think not much of my delay3 ,i am already on the way1 ,and follow thee with all the speed ,desire can make1 or sorrows breed4 ,for hark6 my heart1 like a soft drum1 ,beats my approach1 tells thee ,i come2 ,and howe'er long my marches be1 ,i shall at last lie down by thee4 99 99 99 99 99 ,each minute is a short degree1 ,and every hour a step toward thee2 ,at night when ,i betake to rest1 ,next morn ,i rise nearer my west ,of life1 almost by eight hours' sail1 ,than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale4 ,the thought of this bids me go on1 ,and wait my dissolution ,with hope and comfort4 ,dear1 forgive ,the crime3 ,i am content to live ,divided1 with but half a heart1 ,till we shall meet and never part4 --,henry ,king4 ,,rest ,,yonder4 ,this is not my place of resting ,mine's a city yet to come2 ,onwards to it ,i am hasting-- ,on to my eternal home4 ,in it all is light and glory1 ,o'er it shines a nightless day2 ,every trace of sin's sad story1 ,all the curse1 has passed away4 ,there the ,lamb1 our ,shepherd1 leads us1 ,by the streams of life along2 ,on the freshest pastures feeds us1 ,turns our sighing into song4 ,soon we pass this desert dreary1 ,soon we bid farewell to pain2 ,never more be sad or weary1 ,never1 never sin again4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,soldiers of ,christ1 arise1 ,and gird your armor on1 ,strong in the strength which ,god supplies1 ,through ,his eternal ,son3 ,strong in the ,lord of hosts1 ,and in ,his mighty power1 ,who in the strength of ,jesus trusts1 ,is more than conqueror4 ,leave no unguarded place1 ,no weakness of the soul2 ,take every virtue1 every grace1 ,and fortify the whole4 ,stand1 then1 in ,his great might1 ,with all ,his strength endued1 ,and take1 to arm you for the fight1 ,the panoply of ,god3 ,that1 having all things done1 ,and all your conflicts past1 ,you may o'ercome thro' ,christ alone1 ,and stand complete at last4 ,from strength to strength go on2 ,wrestle1 and fight1 and pray2 ,tread all the powers of darkness down1 ,and win the well-fought day4 --,c4 ,wesley4 ,thy will be done6 ,i will not fear ,the fate provided by ,thy love2 ,though clouds and darkness shroud me here1 ,i know that all is bright above4 ,the stars of heaven are shining on1 ,though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears2 ,the hopes of earth indeed are gone1 ,but are not ours the immortal years8 ,father6 forgive the heart that clings1 ,thus trembling1 to the things of time2 ,and bid my soul1 on angel wings1 ,ascend into a purer clime4 --,j4 ,roscoe4 ,no1 no1 it is not dying ,to go unto our ,god1 ,this gloomy earth forsaking1 ,our journey homeward taking ,along the starry road4 ,no1 no1 it is not dying ,heaven's citizen to be2 ,a crown immortal wearing1 ,and rest unbroken sharing1 ,from care and conflict free4 ,no1 no1 it is not dying ,to hear this gracious word1 ,receive a ,father's blessing1 ,forever more possessing ,the favor of thy ,lord4 ,no1 no1 it is not dying ,the ,shepherd's voice to know2 ,his sheep he ever leadeth1 ,his peaceful flock he feedeth1 ,where living pastures grow4 ,no1 no1 it is not dying ,to wear a lordly crown2 ,among ,god's people dwelling1 ,the glorious triumph swelling ,of ,him whose sway we own4 ,oh1 no1 this is not dying1 ,thou ,saviour of mankind6 ,there1 streams of love are flowing1 ,no hindrance ever knowing2 ,here drops alone we find4 --,malan4 ,watchman6 tell us of the night1 ,what its signs of promise are4-- ,traveler6 o'er yon mountain's height1 ,see that glory-beaming star6-- ,watchman6 does its beauteous ray ,aught of hope or joy foretell8 ,traveler6 yes2 it brings the day-- ,promised day of ,israel4 ,watchman6 tell us of the night1 ,higher yet that stars ascends4-- ,traveler6 blessedness and light1 ,peace and truth its course portends6 ,watchman6 will its beams alone ,gild the spot that gave them birth8-- ,traveler6 ages are its own1 ,see1 it bursts o'er all the earth4 ,watchman6 tell us of the night1 ,for the morning seems to dawn4-- ,traveler6 darkness takes its flight1 ,doubt and terror are withdrawn4-- ,watchman6 let thy wanderings cease2 ,hie thee to thy quiet home4-- ,traveler6 lo6 the ,prince of ,peace1 ,lo6 the son of ,god is come4 --,bowring4 ,,the ,,spirit ,,accompanying ,,the ,,word ,,of ,,god4 ,o spirit of the living ,god1 ,in all ,thy plenitude of grace1 ,where'er the foot of man hath trod1 ,descend on our apostate race4 ,give tongues of fire1 and hearts of love1 ,to preach the reconciling word2 ,give power and unction from above1 ,where'er the joyful sound is heard4 ,be darkness1 at ,thy coming1 light2 ,confusion--order1 in ,thy path2 ,souls without strength inspire with might1 ,bid mercy triumph over wrath4 ,o1 ,spirit of the ,lord6 prepare ,all the round earth her ,god to meet2 ,breathe ,thou abroad like morning air1 ,till hearts of stone begin to beat4 ,baptize the nations2 far and nigh1 ,the triumphs of the cross record2 ,the name of ,jesus glorify1 ,till every kindred call ,him ,lord4 ,god from eternity hath willed1 ,all flesh shall ,his salvation see2 ,so be the ,father's love fulfilled1 ,the ,saviour's sufferings crowned through ,thee4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,illustration3 ,,apparition ,,to ,,the ,,shepherds4 ,,the ,,cloudless4 ,no shadows yonder6 ,all light and song2 ,each day ,i wonder1 ,and say1 ,how long ,shall time me sunder ,from that dear throng8 ,no weeping yonder8 ,all fled away2 ,while here ,i wander ,each weary day1 ,and sigh as ,i ponder ,my long1 long stay4 ,no partings yonder6 ,time and space never ,again shall sunder2 ,hearts cannot sever2 ,dearer and fonder ,hands clasp for ever4 ,none wanting yonder1 ,bought by the ,lamb6 ,all gathered under ,the evergreen palm2 ,loud as night's thunder ,ascends the glad psalm4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,comfort4 ,hast thou o'er the clear heaven of thy soul ,seen tempests roll8 ,hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won ,fade1 one by one8 ,wait till the clouds are past1 then raise thine eyes ,to bluer skies4 ,hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night1 ,and found no light1 ,no guide1 no star1 to cheer thee through the plain1 ,no friend1 save pain8 ,wait1 and thy soul shall see1 when most forlorn1 ,rise a new morn4 ,hast thou beneath another's stern control ,bent thy sad soul1 ,and wasted sacred hopes and precious tears8 ,yet calm thy fears1 ,for thou canst gain1 even from the bitterest part1 ,a stronger heart4 ,has ,fate o'erwhelmed thee with some sudden blow8 ,let thy tears flow2 ,but know when storms are past1 the heavens appear ,more pure1 more clear2 ,and hope1 when farthest from their shining rays1 ,for brighter days4 ,hast thou found life a cheat1 and worn in vain ,its iron chain8 ,has thy soul bent beneath earth's heavy bond8 ,look thou beyond2 ,if life is bitter--there forever shine ,hopes more divine4 ,art thou alone1 and does thy soul complain ,it lives in vain8 ,not vainly does he live who can endure4 ,o be thou sure1 ,that he who hopes and suffers here1 can earn ,a sure return4 ,hast thou found naught within thy troubled life ,save inward strife8 ,hast thou found all she promised thee1 ,deceit1 ,and ,hope a cheat8 ,endure1 and there shall dawn within thy breast ,eternal rest6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,master1 ,,say ,,on6 ,master1 speak6 ,thy servant heareth1 ,waiting for ,thy gracious word1 ,longing for ,thy voice that cheereth2 ,master6 let it now be heard4 ,i am listening1 ,lord1 for ,thee2 ,what hast ,thou to say to me8 ,often through my heart is pealing ,other voices1 ,lord1 than ,thine1 ,many an unwilled echo stealing ,from the walls of this ,thy shrine3 ,let ,thy longed-for accents fall2 ,master1 speak6 and silence all4 ,master1 speak6 ,i do not doubt ,thee1 ,though so tearfully ,i plead2 ,saviour1 ,shepherd6 ,oh1 without ,thee ,life would be a blank indeed6 ,but ,i long for fuller light1 ,deeper love1 and clearer sight4 ,resting on the 'faithful saying1' ,trusting what ,thy gospel saith1 ,on ,thy written promise staying ,all my hope in life and death1 ,yet ,i long for something more ,from ,thy love's exhaustless store4 ,speak to me by name1 ,o ,master1 ,let me know it is to me2 ,speak1 that ,i may follow faster1 ,with a step more firm and free1 ,where the ,shepherd leads the flock1 ,in the shadow of the ,rock4 ,master1 speak6 ,i kneel before ,thee1 ,listening1 longing1 waiting still2 ,oh1 how long shall ,i implore ,thee ,this petition to fulfil6 ,hast ,thou not one word for me8 ,must my prayer unanswered be8 ,master1 speak6 ,though least and lowest ,let me not unheard depart2 ,master1 speak6 for oh6 ,thou knowest ,all the yearning of my heart1 ,knowest all its truest need2 ,speak6 and make me blest indeed4 ,master1 speak6 and make me ready1 ,when ,thy voice is truly heard1 ,with obedience glad and steady ,still to follow every word4 ,i am listening1 ,lord1 for ,thee2 ,master speak1 oh1 speak to me6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,the ,,leper4 ,st4 ,luke4 ,chapter xvii4 ,room for the leper6 ,room6 ,and1 as he came1 ,the cry pass'd on--,room for the leper6 ,room6 ,sunrise was slanting on the city gates ,rosy and beautiful1 and from the hills ,the early risen poor were coming in1 ,duly and cheerfully to their toil1 and up ,rose the sharp hammer's clink1 and the far hum ,of moving wheels and multitudes astir1 ,and all that in a city murmur swells-- ,unheard but by the watcher's weary ear1 ,aching with night's dull silence1 or the sick ,hailing the welcome light and sounds that chase ,the death-like images of the dark away4 ,room for the leper6 ,and aside they stood-- ,matron1 and child1 and pitiless manhood--all ,who met him on his way--and let him pass4 ,and onward through the open gate he came1 ,a leper with the ashes on his brow1 ,sackcloth about his loins1 and on his lip ,a covering1 stepping painfully and slow1 ,and with a difficult utterance1 like one ,whose heart is like an iron nerve put down1 ,crying1 ,unclean6 ,unclean6 ',twas now the first ,of the ,judean autumn1 and the leaves1 ,whose shadows lay so still upon his path1 ,had put their beauty forth beneath the eye ,of ,judah's loftiest noble4 ,he was young1 ,and eminently beautiful1 and life ,mantled in eloquent fullness on his lip1 ,and sparkled in his glance2 and in his mien ,there was a gracious pride that every eye ,follow'd with benisons--and this was he6 ,with the soft airs of summer there had come ,a torpor on his frame1 which not the speed ,of his best barb1 nor music1 nor the blast ,of the bold huntsman's horn1 nor aught that stirs ,the spirit to its bent1 might drive away4 ,the blood beat not as wont within his veins2 ,dimness crept o'er his eye2 a drowsy sloth ,fetter'd his limbs like palsy1 and his mien1 ,with all its loftiness1 seem'd struck with eld4 ,even his voice was changed--a languid moan ,taking the place of the clear silver key2 ,and brain and sense grew faint1 as if the light ,and very air were steep'd in sluggishness4 ,he strove with it awhile1 as manhood will1 ,ever too proud for weakness1 till the rein ,slacken'd within his grasp1 and in its poise ,the arrowy jereed like an aspen shook4 ,day after day1 he lay as if in sleep4 ,his skin grew dry and bloodless1 and white scales1 ,circled with livid purple1 cover'd him4 ,and then his nails grew black1 and fell away ,from the dull flesh about them1 and the hues ,deepen'd beneath the hard unmoisten'd scales1 ,and from their edges grew the rank white hair1 --,and ,helon was a leper6 ,day was breaking1 ,when at the altar of the temple stood ,the holy priest of ,god4 ,the incense lamp ,burn'd with a struggling light1 and a low chant ,swell'd through the hollow arches of the roof ,like an articulate wail1 and there1 alone1 ,wasted to ghastly thinness1 ,helon knelt4 ,the echoes of the melancholy strain ,died in the distant aisles1 and he rose up1 ,struggling with weakness1 and bow'd down his head ,unto the sprinkled ashes1 and put off ,his costly raiment for the leper's garb2 ,and with the sackcloth round him1 and his lip ,hid in a loathsome covering1 stood still1 ,waiting to hear his doom3-- ,depart6 depart1 ,o child ,of ,israel1 from the temple of thy ,god6 ,for ,he has smote thee with ,his chastening rod2 ,and to the desert-wild1 ,from all thou lov'st1 away thy feet must flee1 ,that from thy plague ,his people may be free4 ,depart6 and come not near ,the busy mart1 the crowded city1 more2 ,nor set thy foot a human threshold o'er2 ,and stay thou not to hear ,voices that call thee in the way3 and fly ,from all who in the wilderness pass by4 ,wet not thy burning lip ,in streams that to a human dwelling glide2 ,nor rest thee where the covert fountains hide2 ,nor kneel thee down to dip ,the water where the pilgrim bends to drink1 ,by desert well or river's grassy brink2 ,and pass thou not between ,the weary traveler and the cooling breeze2 ,and lie not down to sleep beneath the trees ,where human tracks are seen2 ,nor milk the goat that browseth on the plain ,nor pluck the standing corn1 or yellow grain4 ,and now depart6 and when ,thy heart is heavy1 and thine eyes are dim1 ,lift up thy prayer beseechingly to ,him ,who1 from the tribes of men1 ,selected thee to feel ,his chastening rod4 ,depart6 ,o leper6 and forget not ,god6 ,and he went forth--alone6 not one of all ,the many whom he loved1 nor she whose name ,was woven in the fibres of the heart ,breaking within him now1 to come and speak ,comfort unto him4 ,yea--he went his way1 ,sick1 and heart-broken1 and alone--to die6 ,for ,god had cursed the leper6 ,it was noon1 ,and ,helon knelt beside a stagnant pool ,in the lone wilderness1 and bathed his brow1 ,hot with the burning leprosy1 and touch'd ,the loathsome water to his fever'd lips1 ,praying that he might be so blest--to die6 ,footsteps approach'd1 and1 with no strength to flee1 ,he drew the covering closer on his lip1 ,crying1 ,unclean6 unclean6 and in the folds ,of the coarse sackcloth shrouding up his face1 ,he fell upon the earth till they should pass4 ,nearer the stranger came1 and bending o'er ,the leper prostrate form1 pronounced his name-- ,helon6 ,the voice was like the master-tone ,of a rich instrument--most strangely sweet2 ,and the dull pulses of disease awoke1 ,and for a moment beat beneath the hot ,and leprous scales with a restoring thrill4 ,helon6 arise6 and he forgot his curse1 ,and rose and stood before ,him4 ,love and awe ,mingled in the regard of ,helon's eye ,as he beheld the stranger4 ,he was not ,in costly raiment clad1 nor on his brow ,the symbol of a princely lineage wore2 ,no followers at ,his back1 nor in ,his hand ,buckler1 or sword1 or spear1--yet in ,his mien ,command sat throned serene1 and if ,he smiled1 ,a kingly condescension graced ,his lips1 ,the lion would have crouch'd to in his lair4 ,his garb was simple1 and ,his sandals worn2 ,his stature modell'd with a perfect grace2 ,his countenance the impress of a ,god1 ,touch'd with the opening innocence of a child2 ,his eye was blue and calm1 as is the sky ,in the serenest noon2 ,his hair unshorn ,fell to ,his shoulders2 and ,his curling beard ,the fulness of perfected manhood bore4 ,he look'd on ,helon earnestly awhile1 ,as if ,his heart were moved1 and stooping down ,he took a little water in ,his hand ,and laid it on his brow1 and said1 ,be clean6 ,and lo6 the scales fell from him1 and his blood ,coursed with delicious coolness through his veins ,and his dry palms grew moist1 and on his brow ,the dewy softness of an infant's stole4 ,his leprosy was cleansed1 and he fell down ,prostrate at ,jesus' feet and worship'd ,him4 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,,things ,,hoped ,,for4 ,these are the crowns that we shall wear1 ,when all thy saints are crowned2 ,these are the palms that we shall bear ,on yonder holy ground4 ,far off as yet1 reserved in heaven1 ,above that veiling sky1 ,they sparkle1 like the stars of even1 ,to hope's far-piercing eye4 ,these are the robes1 unsoiled and white1 ,which then we shall put on1 ,when1 foremost 'mong the sons of light1 ,we sit on yonder throne4 ,that city with the jeweled crest1 ,like some new-lighted sun2 ,a blaze of burning amethyst-- ,ten thousand orbs in one2 ,that is the city of the saints1 ,where we so soon shall stand1 ,when we shall strike these desert-tents1 ,and quit this desert-sand4 ,these are the everlasting hills1 ,with summits bathed in day3 ,the slopes down which the living rills1 ,soft-lapsing1 take their way4 ,fair vision6 how thy distant gleam ,brightens time's saddest hue2 ,far fairer than the fairest dream1 ,and yet so strangely true6 ,fair vision6 how thou liftest up ,the drooping brow and eye2 ,with the calm joy of thy sure hope ,fixing our souls on high4 ,thy light makes even the darkest page ,in memory's scroll grow fair2 ,blanching the lines which tears and age ,had only deepened there4 ,with thee in view1 the rugged slope ,becomes a level way1 ,smoothed by the magic of thy hope1 ,and gladdened by thy ray4 ,with thee in view1 how poor appear ,the world's most winning smiles2 ,vain is the tempter's subtlest snare1 ,and vain hell's varied wiles4 ,time's glory fades2 its beauty now ,has ceased to lure or blind2 ,each gay enchantment here below ,has lost its power to bind4 ,then welcome toil1 and care1 and pain6 ,and welcome sorrow too6 ,all toil is rest1 all grief is gain1 ,with such a prize in view4 ,come crown and throne1 come robe and palm6 ,burst forth glad stream of peace6 ,come1 holy city of the ,lamb6 ,rise1 ,sun of ,righteousness6 ,when shall the clouds that veil thy rays ,for ever be withdrawn8 ,why dost thou tarry1 day of days8 ,when shall thy gladness dawn8 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,the ,,sure ,,refuge4 ,jesus1 my ,saviour1 look on me6 ,for ,i am weary and oppressed2 ,i come to cast myself on ,thee2 ,thou art my ,rest4 ,look down on me1 for ,i am weak2 ,i feel the toilsome journey's length2 ,thine aid omnipotent ,i seek2 ,thou art my ,strength4 ,i am bewildered on my way2 ,dark and tempestuous is the night2 ,oh6 shed thou forth some cheering ray2 ,thou art my ,light4 ,i hear the storms around me rise1 ,but when ,i dread the impending shock1 ,my spirit to her refuge flies2 ,thou art my ,rock4 ,when the accuser flings his darts1 ,i look to ,thee--my terrors cease1-- ,thy cross a hiding-place imparts2 ,thou art my ,peace4 ,standing alone on ,jordan's brink1 ,in that tremendous1 latest strife1 ,thou wilt not suffer me to sink2 ,thou art my ,life4 ,thou wilt my every want supply1 ,even to the end1 whate'er befall ,through life in death eternally2 ,thou art my ,all4 --,unidentified4 ,,unfruitfulness4 ,my soul6 what hast thou done for ,god8 ,look o'er thy misspent years and see2 ,sum up what thou hast done for ,god1 ,and then what ,god has done for thee4 ,he made thee1 when ,he might have made ,a soul that would have loved ,him more2 ,he rescued thee from nothingness1 ,and set thee on life's happy shore4 ,he placed an angel at thy side1 ,and strewed joys round thee on thy way2 ,he gave thee rights thou couldst not claim1 ,and life1 free life1 before thee lay4 ,had ,god in heaven no work to do1 ,but miracles of love for thee8 ,no world to rule1 no joy in self1 ,and in his own infinity8 ,so must it seem to our blind eyes2 ,he gave ,his love no ,sabbath rest1 ,still plotting happiness for men1 ,and now designs to make them blest4 ,from out ,his glorious bosom came ,his only1 ,his eternal ,son2 ,he freed the race of ,satan's slaves1 ,and with ,his blood sin's captives won4 ,the world rose up against his love3 ,new love the vile rebellion met1 ,as though ,god only looked at sin1 ,its guilt to pardon and forget4 ,for ,his ,eternal ,spirit came1 ,to raise the thankless slaves to sons1 ,and with the sevenfold gifts of love ,to crown ,his own elected ones4 ,men spurned ,his grace1 their lips blasphemed ,the ,love who made ,himself their slave2 ,they grieved that blessed ,comforter1 ,and turned against ,him what ,he gave4 ,yet still the sun is fair by day1 ,the moon still beautiful by night2 ,the world goes round1 and joy with it1 ,and life1 free life1 is men's delight4 ,no voice ,god's wondrous silence breaks2 ,no hand put forth1 ,his anger tells2 ,and ,he1 the ,omnipotent and ,dread1 ,on high in humblest patience dwells4 ,the ,son hath come2 and maddened sin ,the world's ,creator crucified2 ,the ,spirit comes1 and stays1 while men1 ,his presence doubt1 ,his gifts deride4 ,and now the ,father keeps ,himself1 ,in patient and forbearing love1 ,to be ,his creature's heritage1 ,in that undying life above4 ,o wonderful1 ,o passing thought6 ,the love that ,god hath had for thee1 ,spending on thee no less a sum ,than the undivided ,trinity4 ,father and ,son1 and ,holy ,ghost1 ,exhausted for a thing like this1-- ,the world's whole government disposed ,for one ungrateful creature's bliss4 ,what hast thou done for ,god1 my soul8 ,look o'er thy misspent years and see2 ,cry for thy worse than nothingness2 ,cry for ,his mercy upon thee4 --,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 ,some murmur when their sky is clear1 ,and wholly bright to view1 ,if one small speck of dark appear ,in their great heaven of blue4 ,and some with thankful love are filled1 ,if but one streak of light1 ,one ray of ,god's good mercy1 gild ,the darkness of their night4 ,in palaces are hearts that ask1 ,in discontent and pride1 ,why life is such a dreary task1 ,and all good things denied3 ,and hearts in poorest huts admire ,how love has in their aid 7,love that not ever seems to tire7 ,such rich provision made4 --,richard ,chenevix ,trench4 ,,if ,,thou ,,couldst ,,know4 ,i think if thou couldst know1 ,o soul that will complain1 ,what lies concealed below ,our burden and our pain2 ,how just our anguish brings ,nearer those longed-for things ,we seek for now in vain1-- ,i think thou wouldst rejoice1 and not complain4 ,i think if thou couldst see1 ,with thy dim mortal sight1 ,how meanings1 dark to thee1 ,are shadows hiding light2 ,truth's efforts crossed and vexed1 ,life's purpose all perplexed1-- ,if thou couldst see them right1 ,i think that they would seem all clear1 and wise1 and bright4 ,and yet thou canst not know1 ,and yet thou canst not see2 ,wisdom and sight are slow ,in poor humanity4 ,if thou couldst trust1 poor soul1 ,in ,him who rules the whole1 ,thou wouldst find peace and rest3 ,wisdom and sight are well1 but ,trust is best4 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,compensation4 ,o the compensating springs6 ,o the balance-wheels of life1 ,hidden away in the workings under the seeming strife6 ,slowing the fret and the friction1 weighting the whirl and the force1 ,evolving the truest power from each unconscious source4 ,how shall we gauge the whole1 who can only guess a part8 ,how can we read the life1 when we cannot spell the heart8 ,how shall we measure another1 we who can never know ,from the juttings above the surface the depth of the vein below8 ,even our present way is known to ourselves alone1 ,height and abyss and torrent1 flower and thorn and stone2 ,but we gaze on another's path as a far-off mountain scene1 ,scanning the outlined hills1 but never the vales between4 ,how shall we judge their present1 we who have never seen ,that which is past forever1 and that which might have been8 ,measuring by ourselves1 unwise indeed are we1 ,measuring what we know by what we can hardly see4 ,ah6 if we knew it all1 we should surely understand ,that the balance of sorrow and joy is held with an even hand1 ,that the scale of success or loss shall never overflow1 ,and that compensation is twined with the lot of high and low4 ,the easy path in the lowland hath little of grand or new1 ,but a toilsome ascent leads on to a wide and glorious view2 ,peopled and warm is the valley1 lonely and chill the height1 ,but the peak that is nearer the storm-cloud is nearer the stars of light4 ,launch on the foaming stream that bears you along like a dart1-- ,there is danger of rapid and rock1 there is tension of muscle and heart2 ,glide on the easy current1 monotonous1 calm1 and slow1 ,you are spared the quiver and strain in the safe and quiet flow4 ,o the sweetness that dwells in a harp of many strings1 ,while each1 all vocal with love1 in tuneful harmony rings6 ,but ,o1 the wail and the discord1 when one and another is rent1 ,tensionless1 broken or lost1 from the cherished instrument4 ,for rapture of love is linked with the pain or fear of loss1 ,and the hand that takes the crown must ache with many a cross2 ,yet he who hath never a conflict hath never a victor's palm1 ,and only the toilers know the sweetness of rest and calm4 ,only between the storms can the ,alpine traveler know ,transcendent glory of clearness1 marvels of gleam and glow2 ,had he the brightness unbroken of cloudless summer days1 ,this had been dimmed by the dust and veil of a brooding haze4 ,who would dare the choice1 neither or both to know1 ,the finest quiver of joy or the agony-thrill of woe8 ,never the exquisite pain1 then never the exquisite bliss1 ,for the heart that is dull to that can never be strung to this4 ,great is the peril or toil if the glory or gain be great2 ,never an earthly gift without responsible weight2 ,never a treasure without a following shade of care2 ,never a power without the lurk of a subtle snare4 ,for the swift is not the safe1 and the sweet is not the strong2 ,the smooth is not the short1 and the keen is not the long2 ,the much is not the most1 and the wide is not the deep1 ,and the flow is never a spring1 when the ebb is only neap4 ,then1 hush6 oh1 hush6 for the ,father knows what thou knowest not1 ,the weed and the thorn and the shadow lurked with the fairest lot2 ,knows the wisest exemption from many an unseen snare1 ,knows what will keep thee nearest1 knows what thou couldst not bear4 ,hush6 oh1 hush6 for the ,father portioneth as ,he will1 ,to all ,his beloved children1 and shall they not be still8 ,is not ,his will the wisest1 is not ,his choice the best8 ,and in perfect acquiescence is there not perfect rest8 ,hush6 oh1 hush6 for the ,father1 whose ways are true and just1 ,knoweth and careth and loveth1 and waits for thy perfect trust2 ,the cup ,he is slowly filling shall soon be full to the brim1 ,and infinite compensations forever be found in ,him4 ,hush6 oh1 hush6 for the ,father hath fullness of joy in store1 ,treasures of power and wisdom1 and pleasures for evermore2 ,blessing and honor and glory1 endless1 infinite bliss2-- ,child of ,his love and ,his choice1 oh1 canst thou not wait for this8 --,francis ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,valiant ,,for ,,the ,,truth4 ,fight the good fight2 lay hold ,upon eternal life2 ,keep but thy shield1 be bold1 ,stand through the hottest strife2 ,invincible while in the field1 ,thou canst not fail1 unless thou yield4 ,no force of earth or hell1 ,though fiends with men unite1 ,truth's champion can compel1 ,however pressed1 to flight2 ,invincible upon the field1 ,he cannot fall1 unless he yield4 ,apollyon's arm may shower ,darts thick as hail1 and hide ,heaven's face1 as in the hour1 ,when ,christ on ,calvary died2 ,no power of darkness in the field ,can tread thee down1 unless thou yield4 ,trust in thy ,saviour's might2 ,yea1 till thy latest breath1 ,fight1 and like ,him in fight1 ,by dying conquer death2 ,and all-victorious in the field1 ,then with thy sword1 thy spirit yield4 ,great words are these1 and strong2 ,yet ,lord1 ,i look to thee1 ,to whom alone belong ,valor and victory4 ,with thee1 my ,captain in the field1 ,i must prevail1 ,i cannot yield4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,,advent4 ,the ,church has waited long ,her absent ,lord to see2 ,and still in loneliness she waits1 ,a friendless stranger she4 ,age after age has gone1 ,sun after sun has set1 ,and still in weeds of widowhood ,she weeps a mourner yet4 ,come1 then1 ,lord ,jesus1 come6 ,saint after saint on earth ,has lived1 and loved1 and died2 ,and as they left us one by one1 ,we laid them side by side2 ,we laid them down to sleep1 ,but not in hope forlorn2 ,we laid them but to ripen there1 ,till the last glorious morn4 ,come1 then1 ,lord ,jesus1 come6 ,the serpent's brood increase1 ,the powers of hell grow bold1 ,the conflict thickens1 faith is low1 ,and love is waxing cold4 ,how long1 ,o ,lord our ,god1 ,holy and true1 and good1 ,wilt ,thou not judge ,thy suffering ,church1 ,her sighs and tears and blood8 ,come1 then1 ,lord ,jesus1 come6 ,we long to hear ,thy voice1 ,to see ,thee face to face1 ,to share ,thy crown and glory then1 ,as now we share ,thy grace4 ,should not the loving bride ,the absent bridegroom mourn8 ,should she not wear the weeds of grief ,until her ,lord return8 ,come1 then1 ,lord ,jesus1 come6 ,the whole creation groans1 ,and waits to hear that voice1 ,that shall restore her comeliness1 ,and make her wastes rejoice4 ,come ,lord and wipe away ,the curse1 the sin1 the stain1 ,and make this blighted world of ours ,thine own fair world again4 ,come1 then1 ,lord ,jesus1 come6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,a ,,bethlehem ,,hymn4 ,mundum implens1 in prsepio jacens4--,,augustine4 ,he has come6 the ,christ of ,god2-- ,left for us his glad abode ,stooping from his throne of bliss1 ,to this darksome wilderness4 ,he has come6 the ,prince of ,peace2-- ,come to bid our sorrows cease2 ,come to scatter1 with his light1 ,all the shadows of our night4 ,he the mighty ,king has come6 ,making this poor earth his home2 ,come to bear sin's sad load2-- ,son of ,david1 ,son of ,god6 ,he has come1 whose name of grace ,speaks deliverance to our race2 ,left for us his glad abode2 ,son of ,mary1 ,son of ,god6 ,unto us a child is born6 ,ne'er has earth beheld a morn ,among all the morns of time1 ,half so glorious in its prime4 ,unto us a ,son is given6 ,he has come from ,god's own heaven2 ,bringing with ,him from above1 ,holy peace and holy love4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,illustration3 ,,christmas ,,chimes4 ,a ,,desire4 ,o1 to have dwelt in ,bethlehem ,when the star of the ,lord shone bright6 ,to have sheltered the holy wanderers ,on that blessd ,christmas night2 ,to have kissed the tender wayworn feet ,of the mother undefiled1 ,and1 with reverent wonder and deep delight1 ,to have tended the ,holy ,child6 ,hush6 such a glory was not for thee2 ,but that care may still be thine2 ,for are there not little ones still to aid ,for the sake of the ,child divine8 ,are there no wandering ,pilgrims now1 ,to thy heart and thy home to take8 ,and are there no mothers whose weary hearts ,you can comfort for ,mary's sake8 ,o to have knelt at ,jesus' feet1 ,and to have learned his heavenly lore6 ,to have listened the gentle lessons ,he taught ,on mountain1 and sea1 and shore6 ,while the rich and the mighty knew ,him not ,to have meekly done ,his will3-- ,hush6 for the worldly reject ,him yet1 ,you can serve and love ,him still4 ,time cannot silence ,his mighty words1 ,and though ages have fled away1 ,his gentle accents of love divine ,speak to your soul to-day4 ,o to have solaced that weeping one ,whom the righteous dare despise6 ,to have tenderly bound up her scattered hair1 ,and have dried her tearful eyes6 ,hush6 there are broken hearts to soothe1 ,and penitent tears to dry1 ,while ,magdalen prays for you and them1 ,from her home in the starry sky4 ,o to have followed the mournful way ,of those faithful few forlorn6 ,and grace1 beyond even an angel's hope1 ,the ,cross for our ,lord have borne6 ,to have shared in his tender mother's grief1 ,to have wept at ,mary's side1 ,to have lived as a child in her home1 and then ,in her loving care have died6 ,hush6 and with reverent sorrow still1 ,mary's great anguish share2 ,and learn1 for the sake of her son divine1 ,thy cross1 like ,his1 to bear4 ,the sorrows that weigh on thy soul unite ,with those which thy ,lord has borne1 ,and ,mary will comfort thy dying hour1 ,nor leave thy soul forlorn4 ,o to have seen what we now adore1 ,and1 though veiled to faithless sight1 ,to have known1 in the form that ,jesus wore1 ,the ,lord of ,life and ,light6 ,hush6 for ,he dwells among us still1 ,and a grace can yet be thine1 ,which the scoffer and doubter can never know1-- ,the ,presence of the ,divine4 ,jesus is with his children yet1 ,for ,his word can never deceive2 ,go where ,his lowly ,altars rise ,and worship and believe4 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,it came upon the midnight clear1 ,that glorious song of old1 ,from angels bending near the earth ,to touch their harps of gold3 ,peace to the earth1 good-will to man1 ,from heaven's all-gracious ,king3 ,the earth in solemn stillness lay1 ,to hear the angels sing4 ,still through the cloven skies they come1 ,with peaceful wings unfurled2 ,and still celestial music floats ,o'er all the weary world2 ,above its sad and lowly plains ,they bend on heavenly wing1 ,and ever o'er its ,babel sounds1 ,the blessed angels sing4 ,oh ye1 beneath life's crushing load1 ,whose forms are bending low1 ,who toil along the climbing way1 ,with painful steps and slow1 ,look up6 for glad and golden hours ,come swiftly on the wing3 ,oh rest beside the weary road1 ,and hear the angels sing6 ,for lo1 the days are hastening on1 ,by prophet-bards foretold1 ,when with the ever-circling years ,comes round the age of gold6 ,when peace shall over all the earth ,its final splendors fling1 ,and the whole world send back the song ,which now the angels sing6 --,sears4 ,hail to the ,lord's ,anointed1 ,great ,david's greater ,son2 ,hail1 in the time appointed1 ,his reign on earth begun6 ,he comes to break oppression1 ,to set the captive free1 ,to take away transgression1 ,and rule in equity4 ,he comes with succor speedy1 ,to those who suffer wrong2 ,to help the poor and needy1 ,and bid the weak be strong2 ,to give them songs for sighing1 ,their darkness turn to light1 ,whose souls1 condemned and dying1 ,were precious in ,his sight4 ,he shall descend like showers ,upon the fruitful earth2 ,and love and joy1 like flowers1 ,spring in ,his path to birth2 ,before ,him1 on the mountains1 ,shall peace1 the herald1 go2 ,and righteousness1 in fountains1 ,from hill to valley flow4 ,arabia's desert-ranger ,to ,him shall bow the knee1 ,the ,ethiopian stranger ,his glory come to see2 ,with offerings of devotion1 ,ships from the ,isles shall meet1 ,to pour the wealth of ocean ,in tribute at ,his feet4 ,kings shall fall down before ,him1 ,and gold and incense bring1 ,all nations shall adore ,him1 ,his praise all people sing3 ,for ,he shall have dominion ,o'er river1 sea1 and shore1 ,far as the eagle's pinion ,or dove's light wing can soar4 ,to ,him shall prayer unceasing1 ,and daily vows ascend2 ,his kingdom1 still increasing1 ,a kingdom without end3 ,the tide of time shall never ,his covenant remove2 ,his name shall stand forever2 ,that name to us is ,love4 --,montgomery4 ,i think1 when ,i read that sweet story of old1 ,when ,jesus was here among men1 ,how ,he called little children as lambs to his fold1 ,i should like to have been with them then4 ,i wish that his hands had been placed on my head1 ,that his arms had been thrown around me1 ,and that ,i might have seen his kind look1 when ,he said1 ,let the little ones come unto me4 ,yet still to his footstool in prayer ,i may go1 ,and ask for a share in his love2 ,and if ,i thus earnestly seek him below1 ,i shall see ,him and hear ,him above-- ,in that beautiful place ,he has gone to prepare1 ,for all who are washed and forgiv'n2 ,and many dear children are gathering there1 ,for of such is the kingdom of heav'n4 ,i long for the joys of that glorious time1 ,the sweetest1 and brightest1 and best1 ,when the dear little children of every clime1 ,shall crowd to his arms and be blest4 --,jemima ,luke4 ,my ,jesus1 as ,thou wilt2 ,oh1 may ,thy will be mine2 ,into ,thy hand of love ,i would my all resign3 ,thro' sorrow or thro' joy1 ,conduct me as ,thine own1 ,and help me still to say1 ,my ,lord1 ,thy will be done4 ,my ,jesus1 as ,thou wilt2 ,tho' seen thro' many a tear1 ,let not my star of hope ,grow dim or disappear3 ,since ,thou on earth hast wept1 ,and sorrowed oft alone1 ,if ,i must weep with ,thee1 ,my ,lord1 ,thy will be done4 ,my ,jesus as ,thou wilt2 ,all shall be well for me2 ,each changing future scene ,i gladly trust with ,thee3 ,straight to my home above ,i travel calmly on1 ,and sing in life or death1-- ,my ,lord1 ,thy will be done4 --,unidentified4 ,how beauteous were the marks divine1 ,that in ,thy meekness used to shine1 ,that lit ,thy lonely pathway trod ,in wondrous love1 ,o ,son of ,god6 ,oh1 who like ,thee1 so calm1 so bright1 ,so pure1 so made to live in light8 ,oh1 who like ,thee did ever go ,so patient through a world of woe8 ,oh1 who like ,thee1 so humbly bore ,the scorn1 the scoffs of men1 before8 ,so meek1 forgiving1 god-like1 high1 ,so glorious in humility8 ,the bending angels stooped to see ,the lisping infant clasp ,thy knee1 ,and smile as in a father's eye1 ,upon ,thy mild divinity4 ,and death1 which sets the prisoner free1 ,was pang and scoff1 and scorn to thee2 ,yet love through all ,thy torture glowed1 ,and mercy with ,thy life-blood flowed4 ,oh1 in ,thy light be mine to go1 ,illuming all my way of woe2 ,and give me ever on the road ,to trace ,thy footsteps1 ,son of ,god6 --,a4 ,c4 ,coxe4 ,o sacred ,head1 now wounded ,with grief and shame weigh'd down1 ,now scornfully surrounded ,with thorns1 thine only crown2 ,o sacred ,head1 what glory1 ,what bliss1 till now1 was thine6 ,yet1 though despis'd and gory1 ,i joy to call thee mine4 ,what ,thou1 my ,lord1 hast suffered ,was all for sinners' gain2 ,mine1 mine was the transgression1 ,but thine the deadly pain3 ,lo1 here ,i fall1 my ,saviour6 ',tis ,i deserve ,thy place2 ,look on me with ,thy favor1 ,vouchsafe to me ,thy grace4 ,what language shall ,i borrow ,to thank ,thee1 dearest ,friend2 ,for this ,thy dying sorrow1 ,thy pity without end8 ,o make me thine forever2 ,and should ,i fainting be1 ,lord1 let me never1 never1 ,outlive my love to ,thee6 ,be near me when ,i'm dying1 ,oh show ,thy cross to me6 ,and for my succor flying1 ,come1 ,lord1 and set me free6 ,these eyes1 new faith receiving1 ,from ,jesus shall not move2 ,for he who dies believing1 ,dies safely1 through ,thy love4 --,bernard4 ,heart of stone1 relent1 relent6 ,break1 by ,jesus' cross subdued6 ,see ,his body mangled1 rent1 ,covered with a gore of blood2 ,sinful soul1 what hast thou done8 ,crucified the ,incarnate ,son6 ,yes1 thy sins have done the deed1 ,driven the nails that fixed ,him there1 ,crowned with thorns ,his sacred head1 ,pierced ,him with the cruel spear1 ,made his soul a sacrifice1 ,while for sinful man ,he dies6 ,wilt thou let ,him bleed in vain8 ,still to death thy ,lord pursue8 ,open all his wounds again1 ,and the shameful cross renew8 ,no2 with all my sins ,i'll part2 ,break1 oh break1 my bleeding heart6 --,c4 ,wesley4 ,,by ,,thy ,,cross ,,and ,,passion4 ,he hath given us rest by ,his sorrow1 and life by ,his death4--,,john ,,bunyan4 ,what hast ,thou done for me1 ,o mighty ,friend1 ,who lovest to the end6 ,reveal ,thyself1 that ,i may now behold ,thy love unknown1 untold1 ,bearing the curse1 and made a curse for me1 ,that blessed and made a blessing ,i might be4 ,oh1 ,thou wast crowned with thorns1 that ,i might wear ,a crown of glory fair2 ,exceeding sorrowful1 that ,i might be ,exceeding glad in ,thee2 ,rejected and despised1 that ,i might stand ,accepted and complete on ,thy right hand4 ,wounded for my transgressions1 stricken sore1 ,that ,i might sin no more3 ,weak1 that ,i might be always strong in ,thee2 ,bound1 that ,i might be free2 ,acquaint with grief1 that ,i might only know ,fulness of joy in everlasting flow4 ,thine was the chastisement1 with no release1 ,that mine might be the peace2 ,the bruising and the cruel stripes were thine1 ,that healing might be mine2 ,thine was the sentence and the condemnation1 ,mine the acquittal and the full salvation4 ,for ,thee revilings1 and a mocking throng1 ,for me the angel-song2 ,for ,thee the frown1 the hiding of ,god's face1 ,for me ,his smile of grace2 ,sorrows of hell and bitterest death for ,thee1 ,and heaven and everlasting life for me4 ,thy cross and passion1 and ,thy precious death1 ,while ,i have mortal breath1 ,shall be my spring of love and work and praise1 ,the life of all my days2 ,till all this mystery of love supreme ,be solved in glory--glory's endless theme6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,abide ,,in ,,him4 ,tecum volo vulnerari ,te libenter amplexari ,in cruce desidero4 ,,old ,,hymn4 ,cling to the ,crucified6 ,his death is life to thee1-- ,life for eternity4 ,his pains thy pardon seal2 ,his stripes thy bruises heal2 ,his cross proclaims thy peace1 ,bids every sorrow cease4 ,his blood is all to thee1 ,it purges thee from sin2 ,it sets thy spirit free1 ,it keeps thy conscience clean4 ,cling to the ,crucified6 ,cling to the ,crucified6 ,his is a heart of love1 ,full as the hearts above2 ,its depths of sympathy ,are all awake for thee3 ,his countenance is light1 ,even to the darkest night4 ,that love shall never change-- ,that light shall ne'er grow dim2 ,charge thou thy faithless heart ,to find its all in him4 ,cling to the ,crucified6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,illustration3 ,,the ,,magi ,,on ,,the ,,way ,,to ,,bethlehem4 ,rejoice1 all ye believers1 ,and let your lights appear2 ,the evening is advancing1 ,and darker night is near2 ,the ,bridegroom is arising1 ,and soon ,he draweth nigh3 ,up6 pray1 and watch1 and wrestle6 ,at midnight comes the cry4 ,the watchers on the mountain ,proclaim the ,bridegroom near2 ,go meet ,him as ,he cometh1 ,with hallelujahs clear3 ,the marriage feast is waiting1 ,the gates wide-open stand2 ,up1 up1 ye heirs of glory6 ,the ,bridegroom is at hand4 ,our hope and expectation1 ,o ,jesus1 now appear2 ,arise1 thou ,sun so longed for ,o'er this benighted sphere6 ,with heart and hands uplifted1 ,we plead1 ,o ,lord1 to see ,the day of earth's redemption1 ,that brings us unto ,thee4 --,laurenti4 ,,joined ,,to ,,christ4 ,joined to ,christ in mystic union1 ,we ,thy members1 ,thou our ,head1 ,sealed by deep and true communion1 ,risen with ,thee1 who once were dead-- ,saviour1 we would humbly claim ,all the power of this ,thy name4 ,instant sympathy to brighten ,all their weakness and their woe1 ,guiding grace their way to lighten1 ,shall ,thy loving members know2 ,all their sorrows ,thou dost bear1 ,all ,thy gladness they shall share4 ,make ,thy members every hour ,for ,thy blessed service meet2 ,earnest tongues1 and arms of power1 ,skilful hands1 and hastening feet1 ,ever ready to fulfil ,all ,thy word and all ,thy will4 ,everlasting life ,thou givest ,everlasting love to see2 ,they shall live because ,thou livest1 ,and their life is hid with ,thee4 ,safe ,thy members shall be found1 ,when their glorious ,head is crowned6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,till ,he come6--,oh1 let the words ,linger on the trembling chords1 ,let the little while between ,in their golden light be seen3 ,let us think how heaven and home ,lie beyond that1 ,till ,he come6 ,when the weary ones we love ,enter on that rest above1 ,when their words of love and cheer ,fall no longer on our ear1 ,hush6 be ev'ry murmur dumb1 ,it is only ,till ,he come6 ,clouds and darkness round us press2 ,would we have one sorrow less8 ,all the sharpness of the cross1 ,all that tells the world is loss1 ,death1 and darkness1 and the tomb1 ,pain us only ,till ,he come6 ,see1 the feast of love is spread1 ,drink the wine and eat the bread2 ,sweet memorials1 till the ,lord ,call us round ,his heavenly board1 ,some from earth1 from glory some1 ,severed only ,till ,he come6 --,e4 ,w4 ,bickersteth4 ,forever with the ,lord6 ,so1 ,jesus1 let it be2 ,life from the dead is in that word2 ',tis immortality4 ,here1 in the body pent1 ,absent from thee ,i roam3 ,yet nightly pitch my moving tent ,a day's march nearer home4 ,my father's house on high1 ,home of my soul6 how near1 ,at times1 to faith's aspiring eye1 ,thy golden gates appear6 ,forever with the ,lord6 ,father1 if 'tis thy will1 ,the promise of thy gracious word ,ev'n here to me fulfill4 --,james ,montgomery4 ,,the ,,meeting-,,place4 ,where the faded flower shall freshen1-- ,freshen never more to fade2 ,where the shaded sky shall brighten1-- ,brighten never more to shade3 ,where the sun-blaze never scorches2 ,where the star-beams cease to chill2 ,where no tempest stirs the echoes ,of the wood1 or wave1 or hill3 ,where the morn shall wake in gladness1 ,and the moon the joy prolong1 ,where the daylight dies in fragrance1 ',mid the burst of holy song3 ,brother1 we shall meet and rest ',mid the holy and the blest6 ,where no shadow shall bewilder1 ,where life's vain parade is o'er1 ,where the sleep of sin is broken ,and the dreamer dreams no more3 ,where the bond is never severed2-- ,partings1 claspings1 sob and moan1 ,midnight waking1 twilight weeping1 ,heavy noontide1--all are done3 ,where the child has found its mother1 ,where the mother finds the child1 ,where dear families are gathered1 ,that were scattered on the wild2 ,brother1 we shall meet and rest ',mid the holy and the blest6 ,where the hidden wound is healed1 ,where the blighted light re-blooms1 ,where the smitten heart the freshness ,of its buoyant youth resumes3 ,where the love that here we lavish ,on the withering leaves of time1 ,shall have fadeless flowers to fix on ,in an ever spring-bright clime3 ,where we find the joy of loving1 ,as we never loved before1-- ,loving on1 unchilled1 unhindered1 ,loving once and evermore3 ,brother1 we shall meet and rest1 ',mid the holy and the blest6 ,where a blasted world shall brighten ,underneath a bluer sphere1 ,and a softer1 gentler sunshine ,sheds its healing splendor here3 ,where earth's barren vales shall blossom1 ,putting on their robe of green1 ,and a purer1 fairer ,eden ,be where only wastes have been3 ,where a ,king in kingly glory1 ,such as earth has never known1 ,shall assume the righteous sceptre1 ,claim and wear the holy crown3 ,brother1 we shall meet and rest1 ',mid the holy and the blest4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,a ,,little ,,while4 ,beyond the smiling and the weeping ,i shall be soon2 ,beyond the waking and the sleeping1 ,beyond the sowing and the reaping1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 ,beyond the blooming and the fading1 ,i shall be soon2 ,beyond the shining and the shading1 ,beyond the hoping and the dreading1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest1 and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 ,beyond the rising and the setting ,i shall be soon2 ,beyond the calming and the fretting1 ,beyond remembering and forgetting1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest1 and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 ,beyond the gathering and the strowing ,i shall be soon2 ,beyond the ebbing and the flowing1 ,beyond the coming and the going1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest1 and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 ,beyond the parting and the meeting ,i shall be soon4 ,beyond the farewell and the greeting1 ,beyond this pulse's fever beating1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest1 and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 ,beyond the frost-chain and the fever ,i shall be soon2 ,beyond the rock-waste and the river1 ,beyond the ever and the never1 ,i shall be soon4 ,love1 rest1 and home6 ,sweet hope6 ,lord1 tarry not1 but come4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,ascension ,,day4 ,soft cloud1 that while the breeze of ,may ,chants her glad matins in the leafy arch1 ,draw'st thy bright veil across the heavenly way1 ,meet pavement for an angel's glorious march4 ,my soul is envious of mine eye1 ,that it should soar and glide with thee so fast ,the while my groveling thoughts half buried lie1 ,or lawless roam around this earthly waste4 ,chains of my heart1 avaunt ,i say-- ,i will arise1 and in the strength of love ,pursue the bright track ere it fade away1 ,my ,savior's pathway to ,his home above4 ,sure1 when ,i reach the point where earth ,melts into nothing from the uncumber'd sight1 ,heaven will o'ercome th' attraction of my birth1 ,and ,i shall sink in yonder sea of light3 ,till resting by th' incarnate ,lord ,once bleeding1 now triumphant for my sake1 ,i mark ,him1 how by seraph hosts ador'd1 ,he to earth's lowest cares is still awake4 ,the sun and every vassal star1 ,all space beyond the soar of angel wings1 ,wait on ,his word3 and yet ,he stays ,his car ,for every sigh a contrite suppliant brings4 ,he listens to the silent tear ,for all the anthems of the boundless sky-- ,and shall our dreams of music bar our ear ,to ,his soul-piercing voice forever nigh8 ,nay1 gracious ,saviour--but as now ,our thoughts have trac'd ,thee to ,thy glory-throne1 ,to help us evermore with ,thee to bow ,where human sorrow breathes her lowly moan4 ,we must not stand to gaze too long1 ,though on unfolding ,heaven our gaze we bend1 ,where lost behind the bright angelic throng ,we see ,christ's entering triumph slow ascend4 ,no fear but we shall soon behold1 ,faster than now it fades1 that gleam revive1 ,when issuing from ,his cloud of fiery gold ,our wasted frames feel the true sun1 and live4 ,then shall we see ,thee as ,thou art1 ,forever fix'd in no unfruitful gaze1 ,but such as lifts the new-created heart1 ,age after age1 in worthier love and praise4 --,john ,keble4 ,,the ,,sacrifice ,,of ,,abraham4 ,genesis1 ,chapter xxii4 ,morn breaketh in the east4 ,the purple clouds ,are putting on their gold and violet1 ,to look the meeter for the sun's bright coming4 ,sleep is upon the waters and the wind2 ,and nature1 from the wavy forest-leaf ,to her majestic master1 sleeps4 ,as yet ,there is no mist upon the deep blue sky1 ,and the clear dew is on the blushing bosoms ,of crimson roses in a holy rest4 ,how hallow'd is the hour of morning6 meet-- ,aye1 beautifully meet--for the pure prayer4 ,the patriarch standeth at his tented door1 ,with his white locks uncover'd4 ',tis his wont ,to gaze upon that gorgeous ,orient2 ,and at that hour the awful majesty ,of man who talketh often with his ,god1 ,is wont to come again1 and clothe his brow ,as at his fourscore strength4 ,but now1 he seemeth ,to be forgetful of his vigorous frame1 ,and boweth to his staff as at the hour ,of noontide sultriness4 ,and that bright sun-- ,he looketh at its pencill'd messengers1 ,coming in golden raiment1 as if all ,were but a graven scroll of fearfulness4 ,ah1 he is waiting till it herald in ,the hour to sacrifice his much-loved son6 ,light poureth on the world4 ,and ,sarah stands ,watching the steps of ,abraham and her child ,along the dewy sides of the far hills1 ,and praying that her sunny boy faint not4 ,would she have watch'd their path so silently1 ,if she had known that he was going up1 ,e'en in his fair-hair'd beauty1 to be slain ,as a white lamb for sacrifice8 ,they trod ,together onward1 patriarch and child-- ,the bright sun throwing back the old man's shade ,in straight and fair proportions1 as of one ,whose years were freshly number'd4 ,he stood up ,tall in his vigorous strength2 and1 like a tree ,rooted in ,lebanon1 his frame bent not4 ,his thin white hairs had yielded to the wind1 ,and left his brow uncover'd2 and his face1 ,impress'd with the stern majesty of grief ,nerv'd to a solemn duty1 now stood forth ,like a rent rock1 submissive1 yet sublime4 ,but the young boy--he of the laughing eye ,and ruby lip--the pride of life was on him4 ,he seem'd to drink the morning4 ,sun and dew1 ,and the aroma of the spicy trees1 ,and all that giveth the delicious ,east ,its fitness for an ,eden1 stole like light ,into his spirit1 ravishing his thoughts ,with love and beauty4 ,every thing he met1 ,buoyant1 or beautiful1 the lightest wing ,of bird or insect1 or the palest dye ,of the fresh flowers1 won him from his path2 ,and joyously broke forth his tiny shout1 ,as he flung back his silken hair1 and sprung ,away to some green spot or clustering vine1 ,to pluck his infant trophies4 ,every tree ,and fragrant shrub was a new hiding place2 ,and he would crouch till the old man came by1 ,then bound before him with his childish laugh1 ,stealing a look behind him playfully1 ,to see if he had made his father smile4 ,the sun rode on in heaven4 ,the dew stole up ,from the fresh daughters of the earth1 and heat ,came like a sleep upon the delicate leaves1 ,and bent them with the blossoms to their dreams4 ,still trod the patriarch on1 with that same step1 ,firm and unfaltering2 turning not aside ,to seek the olive shades1 or lave their lips ,in the sweet waters of the ,syrian wells1 ,whose gush hath so much music4 ,weariness ,stole on the gentle boy1 and he forgot ,to toss his sunny hair from off his brow1 ,and spring for the fresh flowers and light wings ,as in the early morning2 but he kept ,close by his father's side1 and bent his head ,upon his bosom like a drooping bud1 ,lifting it not1 save now and then to steal ,a look up to the face whose sternness awed ,his childishness to silence4 ,it was noon-- ,and ,abraham on ,moriah bow'd himself1 ,and buried up his face1 and pray'd for strength4 ,he could not look upon his son1 and pray2 ,but1 with his hand upon the clustering curls ,of the fair1 kneeling boy1 he pray'd that ,god ,would nerve him for that hour4 ,oh6 man was made ,for the stern conflict4 ,in a mother's love ,there is more tenderness2 the thousand chords1 ,woven with every fibre of her heart1 ,complain1 like delicate harp-strings1 at a breath2 ,but love in man is one deep principle1 ,which1 like a root grown in a rifted rock1 ,abides the tempest4 ,he rose up1 and laid ,the wood upon the altar4 ,all was done4 ,he stood a moment--and a deep1 quick flush ,pass'd o'er his countenance2 and then he nerv'd ,his spirit with a bitter strength1 and spoke-- ,isaac6 my only son6--,the boy look'd up ,and ,abraham turn'd his face away1 and wept4 ,where is the lamb1 my father8--,oh the tones1 ,the sweet1 the thrilling music of a child6-- ,how it doth agonize at such an hour6-- ,it was the last deep struggle4 ,abraham held ,his loved1 his beautiful1 his only son1 ,and lifted up his arm1 and called on ,god-- ,and lo6 ,god's angel stayed him--and he fell ,upon his face and wept4 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,a ,,solitary ,,way4 ,there is a mystery in human hearts1 ,and though we be encircled by a host ,of those who love us well1 and are beloved1 ,to every one of us1 from time to time1 ,there comes a sense of utter loneliness4 ,our dearest friend is stranger to our joy1 ,and cannot realize our bitterness4 ,there is not one who really understands1 ,not one to enter into all ,i feel2 ,such is the cry of each of us in turn1 ,we wander in a solitary way1 ,no matter what or where our lot may be2 ,each heart1 mysterious even to itself1 ,must live its inner life in solitude4 ,and would you know the reason why this is8 ,it is because the ,lord desires our love4 ,in every heart he wishes to be first4 ,he therefore keeps the secret key ,himself1 ,to open all its chambers1 and to bless ,with perfect sympathy and holy peace1 ,each solitary soul which comes to ,him4 ,so when we feel this loneliness it is ,the voice of ,jesus saying1 ,come to ,me2 ,and every time we are not understood1 ,it is a call to us to come again3 ,for ,christ alone can satisfy the soul1 ,and those who walk with him from day to day ,can never have a solitary way4 ,and when beneath some heavy cross you faint1 ,and say1 ,i cannot bear this load alone1 ,you say the truth4 ,christ made it purposely ,so heavy that you must return to ,him4 ,the bitter grief1 which no one understands1 ,conveys a secret message from the ,king1 ,entreating you to come to ,him again4 ,the ,man of ,sorrows understands it well4 ,in all points tempted ,he can feel with you4 ,you cannot come too often1 or too near2 ,the ,son of ,god is infinite in grace4 ,his presence satisfies the longing soul1 ,and those who walk with ,him from day to day ,can never have a solitary way4 --,unidentified4 ,,the ,,child',s ,,welcome ,,into ,,heaven4 ,the golden gates were open ,and heavenly seraphs smiled ,and with their tuneful harpstrings ,welcomed the little child4 ,they shouted high and holy1 ,a child hath entered in1 ,and safe from all temptation ,a soul is sealed from sin4 ,they led him through the golden street ,on to the ,king of kings1 ,and a glory fell upon him ,from the rustling of their wings4 ,the ,saviour smiled upon him ,as none on earth had smiled1 ,and ,heaven's great glory shone around ,the little earth-born child4 ,on earth they missed the little one1 ,they sighed and wept and sighed1 ,and wondered if another such ,as theirs1 had ever died4 ,oh6 had they seen through those high gates1 ,the welcome to him given1 ,they never would have wished their child ,back from his home in ,heaven4 --,unidentified4 ,,now4 ,a night of danger on the sea1 ,of sleeplessness and fear6 ,wave after wave comes thundering ,against the strong stone pier2 ,each with a terrible recoil1 ,and a grim and gathering might1 ,as blast on blast comes howling past1 ,each wild gust wilder than the last1 ,all through that awful night4 ,well for the ships in harbor now1 ,which caught the morning tide2 ,with cable out and anchor sure1 ,how peacefully they ride6 ,well for the barque that came at eve1 ,though watched with breathless fear2 ',twas sheltered first ere the tempest burst1 ',tis safe inside the pier6 ,but see a faint and fitful light ,out in the howling sea6 ,a vessel seeks the harbor mouth1 ,as in death agony4 ,though strong stone arms are open wide1 ,she misses the only way2 ,alas6 too late1 the storm drives fast1 ,the mighty waves they sweep her past1 ,and against that sheltering pier they cast ,their wrecked and shattered prey4 ,the billows drive the barque along1 ,over the deck they dash1 ,where sailors five are clinging fast ,to broken stump of sail-less mast1 ,waiting the final crash4 ,is it too late8 ,can succor yet ,those drowning men now reach6 ,life is so near--the firm-built pier ,must be the death of each4 ,the daring hearts--the sturdy arms1 ,the swift and steady feet1 ,they rush into a yawning grave1 ,in strong recoil of mightiest wave1 ,treading most awful path to save1 ,as they tread a homeward street4 ,over the boulders 'mid foam they rush ,into the ghastly hollow2 ,they fling the rope to the breaking wreck2 ,the aim is sure1 and it strikes the deck1 ,the shouts of quick hope follow4 ,reached--not saved6 there is more to do1 ,a trumpet note is heard2 ,over the rage1--over the roar ,of thundering billows on the shore1 ,rings out the guiding word4 ,there is one chance1 and only one4 ,all can be saved1 but how8 ,the rope hold fast1 but quit the mast1 ,the trumpet signals ,now6 ,there is a moment when the sea ,allays its furious strength2 ,a shuddering pause with sudden whirl1 ,gathering force again to hurl ,billow on billow1 whirl on whirl2 ,that moment comes at length3 ,with single shout the ,now peals out4 ,the answering leap is made4 ,well for the simple hearts that just ,loosing the mast with fearless trust1 ,the strange command obeyed6 ,the rope is good1 the stout arms pull ,ere the storm-lull is o'er2 ',tis but a swift and blinding sweep ,through waters wild and dark and deep-- ,the men are safe on shore-- ,safe6 though the fiend-like blast pursue2 ,safe6 though the waves dash high2 ,but the ringing cheer that rises clear ,is checked with a sudden cry3-- ,there are but four upon the shore1 ,and five were on the deck6 ,and strained eyes that pierce the gloom ,still trace1 swift drifting on to doom1 ,one man upon the wreck4 ,again they chase in sternest race ,the far re-coiling wave2 ,the rope is cast1 the tossing mark ,it reaches not1 the windy dark ,hides him they strive to save4 ,they rush again1 again they fail1 ,again1 and yet again3 ,the storm yells back defiance loud1 ,the breakers rear a rampart proud1 ,and roar1 ,in vain1 in vain6 ,then a giant wave takes up the wreck ,and bears it on its crest2-- ,one moment it hung quivering there ,in horrible arrest4 ,the lonely man on vengeful sea ,a lightning flash uplit1 ,still clinging fast to broken mast ,he had not dared to quit4 ,then horror of great darkness fell1 ,while eyes flashed inward fire2 ,and over all the roar and dash1 ,through that great blackness came a crash1 ,a token sure and dire4 ,the wave had burst upon the pier1 ,the wreck was scattered wide2 ,another ,now would never reach ,the corpse that lay upon the beach ,with the receding tide4 ,god's ,now is sounding in your ears1 ,oh1 let it reach your heart6 ,not only from your sinfulness ,he bids you part2 ,your righteousness as filthy rags ,must all relinquished be1 ,and only ,jesus' precious death ,must be your plea4 ,now trust the one provided rope1 ,now quit the broken mast1 ,before the hope of safety be ,forever past4 ,fear not to trust ,his simple word1 ,so sweet1 so tried1 so true1 ,and you are safe for evermore1 ,yes1--even you6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,ocean ,,teachings4 ,this great and wide sea4--,,psalm civ4 #be4 ,that rising storm6 ,it has awakened me2 ,my slumbering spirit starts to life anew2 ,that blinding spray-drift1 how it falls upon me1 ,as on the weary flower the freshening dew4 ,that rugged rock-fringe that girds in the ocean1 ,and calls the foam from its translucent blue1 ,it seems to pour strange strength into my spirit1-- ,strength for endurance1 strength for conflict too4 ,and these bright ocean-birds1 these billow-rangers1 ,the snowy-breasted1--each a winged wave-- ,they tell me how to joy in storm and dangers1 ,when surges whiten1 or when whirlwinds rave4 ,and these green-stretching fields1 these peaceful hollows1 ,that hear the tempest1 but take no alarm1 ,has not their placid verdue sweetly taught me ,the peace within when all without is storm8 ,and thou keen sun-flash1 through the cloud-wreath bursting1 ,silvering the sea1 the sward1 the rock1 the foam1 ,what light within me has thy pure gleam kindled8 ',tis from the land of light that thou art come4 ,and of the time how blithely art thou telling1 ,when cloud and change and tempest shall take wing2 ,each beam of thine prophetic of the glory1 ,creation's daybreak1 earth's long-promised spring4 ,even thus it is1 my ,god me daily teacheth ,sweet knowledge out of all ,i hear and see2 ,each object has a heavenly voice within it1 ,each scene1 however troubled1 speaks to me4 ,for all upon this earth is broken beauty1 ,yet out of all what strange1 deep lessons rise8 ,each hour is giving out its heaven-sent wisdom1 ,a message from the sea1 the shore1 the skies4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,incompleteness4 ,nothing resting in its own completeness ,can have worth or beauty3 but alone ,because it leads and tends to further sweetness1 ,fuller1 higher1 deeper than its own4 ,spring's real glory dwells not in the meaning1 ,gracious though it be1 of her blue hours2 ,but is hidden in her tender leaning ,to the ,summer's richer wealth of flowers4 ,dawn is fair1 because the mists fade slowly ,into day1 which floods the world with light2 ,twilight's mystery is so sweet and holy ,just because it ends in starry ,night4 ,childhood's smiles unconscious graces borrow ,from ,strife1 that in a far-off future lies2 ,and angel glances 7veiled now by ,life's sorrow7 ,draw our hearts to some belovd eyes4 ,life is only bright when it proceedeth ,towards a truer1 deeper ,life above2 ,human ,love is sweetest when it leadeth ,to a more divine and perfect ,love4 ,learn the mystery of ,progression duly3 ,do not call each glorious change1 ,decay2 ,but know we only hold our treasures truly1 ,when it seems as if they passed away4 ,nor dare to blame ,god's gifts for incompleteness2 ,in that want their beauty lies3 they roll ,towards some infinite depth of love and sweetness1 ,bearing onward man's reluctant soul4 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,nothing ,,to ,,do4 ,nothing to do in this world of ours1 ,where weeds spring up with the fairest flowers1 ,where smiles have only a fitful play1 ,where hearts are breaking every day8 ,nothing to do8 thou ,christian soul1 ,wrapping thee round in thy selfish stole1 ,off with the garments of sloth and sin2 ,christ thy ,lord hath a kingdom to win4 ,nothing to do8 there are prayers to lay ,on the altar of incense day by day2 ,there are foes to meet within and without2 ,there is error to conquer1 strong and stout4 ,nothing to do8 there are minds to teach ,the simplest forms of ,christian speech2 ,there are hearts to lure with loving wile ,from the grimmest haunts of sin's defile4 ,nothing to do8 there are lambs to feed1 ,the precious hope of the ,church's need2 ,strength to be borne to the weak and faint1 ,vigils to keep with the doubting saint4 ,nothing to do8 there are heights to attain1 ,where ,christ is transfigured yet again1 ,where earth will fade in the vision sweet1 ,and the soul press on with wingd feet4 ,nothing to do8 and thy ,saviour said1 ,follow thou me in the path ,i tread4 ,lord1 lend thy help the journey through1 ,lest1 faint1 we cry1 ,so much to do6 --,unidentified4 ,when death is drawing near1 ,and thy heart shrinks in fear1 ,and thy limbs fail1 ,then raise thy hands and pray ,to ,him who smooths the way ,through the dark vale4 ,seest thou the eastern dawn8 ,hear'st thou1 in the red morn1 ,the angels' song8 ,oh6 lift thy drooping head ,thou1 who in gloom and dread ,hast lain so long4 ,death comes to set thee free1 ,oh6 meet him cheerily1 ,as thy true friend2 ,and all thy fears shall cease1 ,and in eternal peace1 ,thy penance end4 --,from ,sintram4 ,,it ,,is ,,not ,,death ,,to ,,die4 ,it is not death to die-- ,to leave this weary road1 ,and1 'mid the brotherhood on high1 ,to be at home with ,god4 ,it is not death to close ,the eye long dimmed by tears1 ,and wake1 in glorious repose ,to spend eternal years4 ,it is not death to bear ,the wrench that sets us free ,from dungeon chain1--to breathe the air ,of boundless liberty4 ,it is not death to fling ,aside this sinful dust1 ,and rise1 on strong exulting wing1 ,to live among the just4 ,jesus1 thou ,prince of life6 ,thy chosen cannot die2 ,like thee1 they conquer in the strife1 ,to reign with thee on high4 --,bethune4 ,,rugby ,,chapel4 ,,november1 #aheg4 ,coldly1 sadly descends ,the autumn evening4 ,the field ,strewn with its dark yellow drifts ,of withered leaves1 and the elms1 ,fade into dimness apace1 ,silent2 hardly a shout ,from a few boys late at their play6 ,the lights come out in the street1 ,in the schoolroom windows2 but cold1 ,solemn1 unlighted1 austere1 ,through the gathering darkness1 arise ,the chapel-walls1 in whose bound ,thou1 my father6 art laid4 ,there thou dost lie1 in the gloom ,of the autumn evening4 ,but ah6 ,that word gloom to my mind ,brings thee back in the light ,of thy radiant vigor again4 ,in the gloom of ,november we passed ,days not dark at thy side2 ,seasons impaired not the ray ,of thy buoyant cheerfulness clear4 ,such thou wast6 and ,i stand ,in the autumn evening1 and think ,of bygone autumns with thee4 ,fifteen years have gone round ,since thou arosest to tread1 ,in the summer-morning1 the road ,of death1 at a call unforeseen1 ,sudden4 ,for fifteen years1 ,we who till then in thy shade ,rested as under the boughs ,of a mighty oak1 have endured ,sunshine and rain as we might1 ,bare1 unshaded1 alone1 ,lacking the shelter of thee4 ,o strong soul1 by what shore ,tarriest thou now8 ,for that force1 ,surely1 has not been left vain6 ,somewhere1 surely1 afar1 ,in the sounding labor-house vast ,of being1 is practiced that strength1 ,zealous1 beneficent1 firm6 ,yes1 in some far-shining sphere1 ,conscious or not of the past1 ,still thou performest the word ,of the ,spirit in whom thou dost live1 ,prompt1 unwearied1 as here4 ,still thou upraisest with zeal ,the humble good from the ground1 ,sternly repressest the bad2 ,still1 like a trumpet1 dost rouse ,those who with half-opened eyes ,tread the border-land dim ',twixt vice and virtue reviv'st1 ,succorest4 ,this was thy work1 ,this was the life upon earth4 ,what is the course of the life ,of mortal men on the earth8 ,most men eddy about ,here and there1 eat and drink1 ,chatter and love and hate1 ,gather and squander1 are raised ,aloft1 are hurled in the dust1 ,striving blindly1 achieving ,nothing2 and then they die1-- ,perish2 and no one asks ,who or what they have been1 ,more than he asks what waves1 ,in the moonlit solitudes mild ,of the midmost ocean1 have swelled1 ,foamed for a moment1 and gone4 ,and there are some whom a thirst ,ardent1 unquenchable1 fires1 ,not with the crowd to be spent1 ,not without aim to go round ,in an eddy of purposeless dust1 ,effort unmeaning and vain4 ,ah yes6 some of us strive ,not without action to die ,fruitless1 but something to snatch ,from dull oblivion1 nor all ,glut the devouring grave4 ,we1 we have chosen our path1-- ,path to a clear-purposed goal1 ,path of advance2 but it leads ,a long1 steep journey1 through sunk ,gorges1 o'er mountains in snow4 ,cheerful1 with friends1 we set forth2 ,then1 on the height1 comes the storm1 ,thunder crashes from rock ,to rock2 the cataracts reply2 ,lightnings dazzle our eyes2 ,roaring torrents have breached ,the track2 the stream-bed descends ,in the place where the wayfarer once ,planted his footsteps2 the spray ,boils o'er its borders2 aloft1 ,the unseen snow-beds dislodge ,their hanging ruin4 ,alas6 ,havoc is made in our train6 ,friends who set forth at our side ,falter1 are lost in the storm4 ,we1 we only are left6 ,with frowning foreheads1 with lips ,sternly compressed1 we strain on1 ,on2 and at nightfall at last ,come to the end of our way1 ,to the lonely inn 'mid the rocks2 ,where the gaunt and taciturn host ,stands on the threshold1 the wind ,shaking his thin white hairs1 ,holds his lantern to scan ,our storm-beat figures1 and asks1-- ,whom in our party we bring8 ,whom we have left in the snow8 ,sadly we answer1 ,we bring ,only ourselves6 we lost ,sight of the rest in the storm4 ,hardly ourselves we fought through1 ,stripped1 without friends1 as we are4 ,friends1 companions1 and train1 ,the avalanche swept from our side4 ,but thou wouldst not alone ,be saved1 my father6 alone ,conquer and come to thy goal1 ,leaving the rest in the wild4 ,we were weary1 and we ,fearful1 and we in our march ,fain to drop down and to die4 ,still thou turnedst1 and still ,beckonedst the trembler1 and still ,gavest the weary thy hand4 ,if1 in the paths of the world1 ,stones might have wounded thy feet1 ,toil or dejection have tried ,thy spirit1 of that we saw ,nothing3 to us thou wast still ,cheerful1 and helpful1 and firm6 ,therefore to thee it was given ,many to save with thyself2 ,and1 at the end of thy day1 ,o faithful shepherd6 to come1 ,bringing thy sheep in thy hand4 ,and through thee ,i believe ,in the noble and great who are gone2 ,pure souls honored and blest ,by former ages1 who else-- ,such1 so soulless1 so poor1 ,is the race of men whom ,i see-- ,seemed but a dream of the heart1 ,seemed but a cry of desire4 ,yes6 ,i believed that there lived ,others like thee in the past1 ,not like the men of the crowd ,who all round me to-day ,bluster or cringe1 and make life ,hideous and arid and vile2 ,but souls tempered with fire1 ,fervent1 heroic1 and good1 ,helpers and friends of mankind4 ,servants of ,god6--or sons ,shall ,i not call you8 because ,not as servants ye knew ,your ,father's innermost mind1 ,his who unwillingly sees ,one of his little ones lost1-- ,yours is the praise1 if mankind ,hath not as yet in its march ,fainted and fallen and died4 ,see6 ,in the rocks of the world ,marches the host of mankind1 ,a feeble1 wavering line1 ,where are they tending8 ,a ,god ,marshalled them1 gave them their goal4 ,ah1 but the way is so long6 ,years they have been in the wild3 ,sore thirst plagues them2 the rocks1 ,rising all around1 overawe2 ,factions divide them2 their host ,threatens to break1 to dissolve4 ,ah6 keep them combined6 ,else1 of the myriads who fill ,that army1 not one shall arrive2 ,sole they shall stray2 on the rocks ,batter forever in vain1 ,die one by one in the waste4 ,then1 in such hour of need ,of your fainting1 dispirited race1 ,ye like angels appear1 ,radiant with ardor divine4 ,beacons of hope1 ye appear6 ,languor is not in your heart1 ,weakness is not in your word1 ,weariness not on your brow4 ,ye alight in our van6 at your voice1 ,panic1 despair1 flee away4 ,ye move through the ranks1 recall ,the stragglers1 refresh the outworn1 ,praise1 re-inspire the brave4 ,order1 courage1 return2 ,eyes rekindling1 and prayers1 ,follow your steps as you go4 ,ye fill up the gaps in our files1 ,strengthen the wavering line1 ',stablish1 continue our march1 ,on1 to the bound of the waste1 ,on1 to the ,city of ,god4 --,matthew ,arnold4 ,,the ,,right ,,must ,,win4 ,oh1 it is hard to work for ,god1 ,to rise and take his part ,upon this battle-field of earth1 ,and not sometimes lose heart6 ,he hides himself so wondrously1 ,as though there were no ,god2 ,he is least seen when all the powers ,of ill are most abroad2 ,or he deserts us in the hour ,the fight is all but lost2 ,and seems to leave us to ourselves ,just when we need him most4 ,yes1 there is less to try our faith1 ,in our mysterious creed1 ,than in the godless look of earth1 ,in these our hours of need4 ,ill masters good2 good seems to change ,to ill with greatest ease2 ,and1 worst of all1 the good with good ,is at cross purposes4 ,it is not so1 but so it looks2 ,and we lose courage then2 ,and doubts will come if ,god hath kept ,his promises to men4 ,ah6 ,god is other than we think2 ,his ways are far above1 ,far beyond reason's height1 and reached ,only by childlike love4 ,the look1 the fashion of ,god's ways ,love's life long study are2 ,she can be bold1 and guess1 and act1 ,when reason would not dare1 ,she has a prudence of her own2 ,her step is firm and free2 ,yet there is cautious science1 too1 ,in her simplicity4 ,workmen of ,god6 ,oh lose not heart1 ,but learn what ,god is like2 ,and in the darkest battle field ,thou shalt know where to strike4 ,thrice blest is he to whom is given ,the instinct that can tell ,that ,god is on the field when ,he ,is most invisible4 ,blest too is he who can divine ,where real right doth lie1 ,and dares to take the side that seems ,wrong to man's blindfold eye4 ,then learn to scorn the praise of men1 ,and learn to lose with ,god2 ,for ,jesus won the world through shame1 ,and beckons thee ,his road4 ,god's glory is a wondrous thing1 ,most strange in all its ways1 ,and1 of all things on earth1 least like ,what men agree to praise4 ,as he can endless glory weave ,from what men reckon shame1 ,in ,his own world ,he is content ,to play a losing game4 ,muse on ,his justice1 downcast some6 ,muse and take better heart2 ,back with thine angel to the field1 ,and bravely do thy part4 ,god's justice is a bed1 where we ,our anxious hearts may lay1 ,and1 weary with ourselves1 may sleep ,our discontent away4 ,but right is right1 since ,god is ,god2 ,and right the day must win2 ,to doubt would be disloyalty1 ,to falter would be sin6 --,f4 ,w4 ,faber4 ,,the ,,substitute4 ,jesu1 plena caritate ,manus tu perfort ,laxent mea crimina2 ,latus tuum lanceatum1 ,caput spinis coronatum1 ,hc sint medicamina--,,old ,,hymn4 ,i lay my sins on ,jesus1 ,the spotless ,lamb of ,god2 ,he bears them all and free us ,from the accursed load4 ,i bring my guilt to ,jesus1 ,to wash my crimson stains ,white in his blood most precious1 ,till not a stain remains4 ,i lay my wants on ,jesus2 ,all fullness dwells in ,him4 ,he heals all my diseases1 ,he doth my soul redeem4 ,i lay my griefs on ,jesus1 ,my burdens and my cares2 ,he from them all releases1 ,he all my sorrows shares4 ,i rest my soul on ,jesus1 ,this weary soul of mine2 ,his right hand me embraces1 ,i on his breast recline4 ,i love the name of ,jesus1 ,immanuel1 ,christ1 the ,lord2 ,like fragrance on the breezes1 ,his name abroad is poured4 ,i long to be like ,jesus1 ,meek1 loving1 lowly1 mild1 ,i long to be like ,jesus1 ,the ,father's holy child4 ,i long to be with ,jesus ,amid the heavenly throng1 ,to sing with saints his praises1 ,to learn the angel's song4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,jephthah',s ,,daughter4 ,judges4 ,chapter xi4 ,she stood before her father's gorgeous tent1 ,to listen for his coming4 ,her loose hair ,was resting on her shoulders1 like a cloud ,floating around a statue1 and the wind1 ,just swaying her light robe1 reveal'd a shape ,praxiteles might worship4 ,she had clasp'd ,her hands upon her bosom1 and had raised ,her beautiful1 dark1 ,jewish eyes to heaven1 ,till the long lashes lay upon her brow4 ,her lip was slightly parted1 like the cleft ,of a pomegranate blossom2 and her neck1 ,just where the cheek was melting to its curve ,with the unearthly beauty sometimes there1 ,was shaded1 as if light had fallen off1 ,its surface was so polish'd4 ,she was stilling ,her light1 quick breath1 to hear2 and the white rose ,scarce moved upon her bosom1 as it swell'd1 ,like nothing but a lovely wave of light1 ,to meet the arching of her queenly neck4 ,her countenance was radiant with love4 ,she look'd like one to die for it--a being ,whose whole existence was the pouring out ,of rich and deep affections4 ,i have thought ,a brother's and a sister's love were much2 ,i know a brother's is--for ,i have been ,a sister's idol--and ,i know how full ,the heart may be of tenderness to her6 ,but the affection of a delicate child ,for a fond father1 gushing1 as it does1 ,with the sweet springs of life1 and pouring on ,through all earth's changes1 like a river's course-- ,chasten'd with reverence1 and made more pure ,by the world's discipline of light and shade-- ',tis deeper--holier4 ,the wind bore on ,the leaden tramp of thousands4 ,clarion notes ,rang sharply on the ear at intervals2 ,and the low1 mingled din of mighty hosts ,returning from the battle1 pour'd from far1 ,like the deep murmur of a restless sea4 ,they came1 as earthly conquerors always come1 ,with blood and splendor1 revelry and woe4 ,the stately horse treads proudly--he hath trod ,the brow of death1 as well4 ,the chariot-wheels ,of warriors roll magnificently on-- ,their weight hath crush'd the fallen4 ,man is there-- ,majestic1 lordly man--with his sublime ,and elevated brow1 and godlike frame2 ,lifting his crest in triumph--for his heel ,hath trod the dying like a wine-press down6 ,the mighty ,jephthah led his warriors on ,through ,mizpeh's streets4 ,his helm was proudly set1 ,and his stern lip curl'd slightly1 as if praise ,were for the hero's scorn4 ,his step was firm1 ,but free as ,india's leopard2 and his mail1 ,whose shekels none in ,israel might bear1 ,was like a cedar's tassel on his frame4 ,his crest was ,judah's kingliest2 and the look ,of his dark1 lofty eye1 and bended brow1 ,might quell the lion4 ,he led on1 but thoughts ,seem'd gathering round which troubled him4 ,the veins ,grew visible upon his swarthy brow1 ,and his proud lip was press'd as if with pain4 ,he trod less firmly2 and his restless eye ,glanced forward frequently1 as if some ill ,he dared not meet1 were there4 ,his home was near2 ,and men were thronging1 with that strange delight ,they have in human passions1 to observe ,the struggle of his feelings with his pride4 ,he gazed intensely forward4 ,the tall firs ,before his tent were motionless4 ,the leaves ,of the sweet aloe1 and the clustering vines ,which half conceal'd his threshold1 met his eye1 ,unchanged and beautiful2 and one by one1 ,the balsam1 with its sweet-distilling stems1 ,and the ,circassian rose1 and all the crowd ,of silent and familiar things1 stole up1 ,like the recover'd passages of dreams4 ,he strode on rapidly4 ,a moment more1 ,and he had reach'd his home2 when lo6 there sprang ,one with a bounding footstep1 and a brow ,of light to meet him4 ,oh how beautiful6-- ,her dark eye flashing like a sun-lit gem-- ,and her luxuriant hair6--'twas like the sweep ,of a swift wing in visions4 ,he stood still1 ,as if the sight had wither'd him4 ,she threw ,her arms about her neck--he heeded not4 ,she call'd him ,father--but he answer'd not4 ,she stood and gazed upon him4 ,was he wroth8 ,there was no anger in that blood-shot eye4 ,had sickness seized him8 ,she unclasp'd his helm1 ,and laid her white hand gently on his brow1 ,and the large veins felt stiff and hard1 like cords4 ,the touch aroused him4 ,he raised up his hands4 ,and spoke the name of ,god1 in agony4 ,she knew that he was stricken1 then1 and rush'd ,again into his arms2 and1 with a flood ,of tears she could not bridle1 sobb'd a prayer ,that he would breathe his agony in words4 ,he told her--and a momentary flush ,shot o'er her countenance2 and then the soul ,of ,jephthah's daughter waken'd2 and she stood ,calmly and nobly up1 and said 'twas well-- ,and she would die4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the sun had well nigh set4 ,the fire was on the altar2 and the priest ,of the ,high ,god was there4 ,a pallid man ,was stretching out his trembling hands to heaven1 ,as if he would have pray'd1 but had no words-- ,and she who was to die1 the calmest one ,in ,israel at that hour1 stood up alone1 ,and waited for the sun to set4 ,her face ,was pale1 but very beautiful--her lip ,had a more delicate outline1 and the tint ,was deeper2 but her countenance was like ,the majesty of angels4 ,the sun set-- ,and she was dead--but not by violence4 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,lord1 many times ,i am aweary quite ,of mine own self1 my sin1 my vanity-- ,yet be not ,thou1 or ,i am lost outright1 ,weary of me4 ,and hate against myself ,i often bear1 ,and enter with myself in fierce debate3 ,take ,thou my part against myself1 nor share ,in that just hate6 ,best friends might loathe us1 if what things perverse ,we know of our own selves1 they also knew3 ,lord1 ,holy ,one6 if ,thou who knowest worse ,shouldst loathe us too6 --,richard ,chenevix ,trench4 ,,cleansing ,,fires4 ,let thy gold be cast in the furnace1 ,thy red gold1 precious and bright2 ,do not fear the hungry fire1 ,with its caverns of burning light2 ,and thy gold shall return more precious1 ,free from every spot and stain2 ,for gold must be tried by fire1 ,as a heart must be tried by pain4 ,in the cruel fire of sorrow ,cast thy heart1 do not faint or wail2 ,let thy hand be firm and steady1 ,do not let thy spirit quail3 ,but wait till the trial is over1 ,and take thy heart again2 ,for as gold is tried by fire1 ,so a heart must be tried by pain6 ,i shall know by the gleam and glitter ,of the golden chain you wear1 ,by your heart's calm strength in loving1 ,of the fire they have had to bear4 ,beat on1 true heart1 forever2 ,shine bright strong golden chain2 ,and bless the cleansing fire1 ,and the furnace of living pain6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,gone ,,before4 ,thou art in heaven1 and ,i am still on earth2 ',tis years1 long years1 since we were parted here1 ,i still a wanderer amid grief and fear1 ,and thou the tenant of a brighter sphere4 ,yet still thou seemest near2 ,but yesterday it seems1 ,since the last clasp was given1 ,since our lips met1 ,and our eyes looked into each other's depths4 ,thou art amid the deathless1 ,i still here1 ,amid things mortal1 in a land of graves1 ,a land o'er which the heavy-beating waves ,of changing time move on1 a land where raves ,the storm1 which whoso braves ,must have his anchor fixed ,firmly within the vail--2 ,so let my anchor be2 ,such be my consolation and my hope6 ,thou art amid the sorrowless1 ,i here ,amid the sorrowing3 and yet not long ,shall ,i remain 'mid sin1 and fear1 and wrong3 ,soon shall ,i join you in your sinless song4 ,thy day has come1 not gone1 ,thy sun has risen1 not set1 ,thy life is now beyond ,the reach of death or change2 ,not ended1 but begun1 ,such shall our life be soon4 ,and then1--the meeting-day1 ,how full of light and joy6 ,all fear of change cast out1 ,all shadows passed away1 ,the union sealed forever ,between us and our ,lord4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,the ,,lent ,,jewels4 ,in schools of wisdom all the day was spent3 ,his steps at eve the ,rabbi homeward bent1 ,with homeward thoughts1 which dwelt upon the wife ,and two fair children1 who consoled his life4 ,she meeting at the threshold led him in1 ,and with these words preventing1 did begin3-- ,ever rejoicing at your wished return1 ,yet am ,i most so now3 for since this morn ,i have been much perplexed and sorely tried ,upon one point which you shall now decide4 ,some years ago1 a friend into my care ,some jewels gave--rich1 precious gems they were2 ,but having given them in my charge1 this friend ,did afterward nor come for them1 nor send1 ,but left them in my keeping for so long1 ,that now it almost seems to me1 a wrong ,that he should suddenly arrive to-day1 ,to take those jewels1 which he left1 away4 ,what think you8 ,shall ,i freely yield them back1 ,and with no murmuring8--so henceforth to lack ,those gems myself1 which ,i had learned to see ,almost as mine forever1 mine in fee4 ,what question can be here8 ,your own true heart ,must needs advise you of the only part3 ,that may be claimed again which was but lent1 ,and should be yielded with no discontent4 ,nor surely can we find herein a wrong ,that it was left us to enjoy it long4 ,good is the word1 she answered2 may we now ,and evermore that it is good allow6 ,and1 rising1 to an inner chamber led1 ,and there she showed him1 stretched upon one bed1 ,two children pale3 and he the jewels knew1 ,which ,god had lent him1 and resumed anew4 --,richard ,chenevix ,trench4 ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,a ,,missionary4 ,how beautiful it is for man to die ,upon the walls of ,zion6 to be call'd1 ,like a watch-worn and weary sentinel1 ,to put his armor off1 and rest--in heaven6 ,the sun was setting on ,jerusalem1 ,the deep blue sky had not a cloud1 and light ,was pouring on the dome of ,omar's mosque1 ,like molten silver4 ,every thing was fair2 ,and beauty hung upon the painted fanes2 ,like a grieved spirit1 lingering ere she gave ,her wing to air1 for heaven4 ,the crowds of men ,were in the busy streets1 and nothing look'd ,like woe1 or suffering1 save one small train ,bearing the dead to burial4 ,it pass'd by1 ,and left no trace upon the busy throng4 ,the sun was just as beautiful2 the shout ,of joyous revelry1 and the low hum ,of stirring thousands rose as constantly6 ,life look'd as winning2 and the earth and sky1 ,and every thing seem'd strangely bent to make ,a contrast to that comment upon life4 ,how wonderful it is that human pride ,can pass that touching moral as it does-- ,pass it so frequently1 in all the force ,of mournful and most simple eloquence-- ,and learn no lesson6 ,they bore on the dead1 ,with the slow step of sorrow1 troubled not ,by the rude multitude1 save1 here and there1 ,a look of vague inquiry1 or a curse ,half-mutter'd by some haughty ,turk whose sleeve ,had touch'd the tassel of the ,christian's pall ,and ,israel too pass'd on--the trampled ,jew6 ,israel6--who made ,jerusalem a throne ,for the wide world--pass'd on as carelessly2 ,giving no look of interest to tell ,the shrouded dead was any thing to her4 ,oh that they would be gather'd as a brood ,is gather'd by a parent's sheltering wings6-- ,they laid him down with strangers1 for his home ,was with the setting sun1 and they who stood ,and look'd so steadfastly upon his grave1 ,were not his kindred2 but they found him there1 ,and loved him for his ministry of ,christ4 ,he had died young4 ,but there are silver'd heads1 ,whose race of duty is less nobly run4 ,his heart was with ,jerusalem2 and strong ,as was a mother's love1 and the sweet ties ,religion makes so beautiful at home1 ,he flung them from him in his eager race1 ,and sought the broken people of his ,god1 ,to preach to them of ,,jesus4 ,there was one1 ,who was his friend and helper4 ,one who went ,and knelt beside him at the sepulchre ,where ,jesus slept1 to pray for ,israel4 ,they had one spirit1 and their hearts were knit ,with more than human love4 ,god call'd him home4 ,and he of whom ,i speak stood up alone1 ,and in his broken-heartedness wrought on ,until his ,master call'd him4 ,oh1 is it not a noble thing to die4 ,as dies the ,christian1 with his armor on6-- ,what is the hero's clarion1 though its blast ,ring with the mastery of a world1 to this8-- ,what are the searching victories of the mind-- ,the lore of vanish'd ages8--,what are all ,the trumpetings of proud humanity1 ,to the short history of ,him who made ,his sepulchre beside the ,king of kings8 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,,set ,,apart4 ,know that the ,lord hath set apart him that is godly for ,himself4--,ps4 iv4 #c4 ,set apart for ,jesus6 ,is not this enough1 ,though the desert prospect1 ,open wild and rough8 ,set apart for ,his delight1 ,chosen for ,his holy pleasure1 ,sealed to be ,his special treasure6 ,could we choose a nobler joy8--and would we if we might8 ,set apart to serve ,him1 ,ministers of light1 ,standing in ,his presence1 ,ready day or night6 ,chosen for ,his service blest ,he would have us always willing ,like the angel-hosts fulfilling ,swiftly and rejoicingly each recognized behest4 ,set apart to praise ,him1 ,set apart for this6 ,have the blessed angels ,any truer bliss8 ,soft the prelude1 though so clear2 ,isolated tones are trembling1 ,but the chosen choir1 assembling1 ,soon shall sing together1 while the universe shall hear4 ,set apart to love ,him1 ,and ,his love to know6 ,not to waste affection ,on a passing show4 ,called to give ,him life and heart1 ,called to pour the hidden treasure1 ,that none other claims to measure1 ,into ,his beloved hand6 thrice-blessd 'set apart6' ,set apart for ever ,for ,himself alone6 ,now we see our calling ,gloriously shown6 ,owning1 with no secret dread1 ,this our holy separation1 ,now the crown of consecration ,of the ,lord our ,god shall rest upon our willing head6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,the ,,useful ,,life4 ,psych mou1 psych mou1 ,anasta1 ti katheudeis4 ,,old ,,greek ,,hymn4 ,go labor on2 spend1 and be spent1-- ,thy joy to do the ,father's will2 ,it is the way the ,master went1 ,should not the servant tread it still8 ,go labor on2 'tis not for nought2 ,thy earthly loss is heavenly gain2 ,men heed thee1 love thee1 praise thee not2 ,the ,master praises1 what are men8 ,go labor on2 enough1 while here1 ,if ,he shall praise thee1 if he deign ,thy willing heart to mark and cheer2 ,no toil for ,him shall be in vain4 ,go labor on2 your hands are weak1 ,your knees are faint1 your soul cast down2 ,yet falter not2 the prize you seek1 ,is near1--a kingdom and a crown6 ,go labor on1 while it is day1 ,the world's dark night is hastening on2 ,speed1 speed thy work1 cast sloth away3 ,it is not thus that souls are won4 ,men die in darkness at your side1 ,without a hope to cheer the tomb2 ,take up the torch and wave it wide1 ,the torch that lights time's thickest gloom4 ,toil on1 faint not1 keep watch and pray2 ,be wise1 the erring soul to win2 ,go forth into the world's highway1 ,compel the wanderer to come in4 ,toil on1 and in thy toil rejoice2 ,for toil comes rest1 for exile home2 ,soon shalt thou hear the ,bridegroom's voice1 ,the midnight peal1 behold ,i come6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,,hymn4 ,o holy ,saviour1 ,friend unseen1 ,the faint1 the weak1 on ,thee may lean1 ,help me1 throughout life's varying scene1 ,by faith to cling to ,thee6 ,blest with communion so ,divine1 ,take what ,thou wilt1 shall ,i repine1 ,when1 as the branches to the vine1 ,my soul may cling to ,thee8 ,far from her home1 fatigued1 oppressed1 ,here she has found a place of rest1 ,an exile still1 yet not unblest1 ,while she can cling to ,thee6 ,without a murmur ,i dismiss ,my former dreams of earthly bliss1 ,my joy1 my recompense be this1 ,each hour to cling to ,thee6 ,what though the world deceitful prove1 ,and earthly friends and joys remove1 ,with patient1 uncomplaining love1 ,still would ,i cling to ,thee6 ,oft when ,i seem to tread alone ,some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown1 ,a voice of love1 in gentlest tone1 ,whispers1 ,still cling to ,me6 ,though faith and hope awhile be tried1 ,i ask not1 need not1 aught beside2 ,how safe1 how calm1 how satisfied1 ,the souls that cling to ,thee6 ,they fear not ,life's rough storms to brave1 ,since ,thou art near1 and strong to save2 ,nor shudder e'en at ,death's dark wave1 ,because they cling to ,thee6 ,blest is my lot1 whate'er befall2 ,what can disturb me1 who appal2 ,while1 as my strength1 my rock1 my all1 ,saviour1 ,i cling to ,thee6 --,charlotte ,elliot4 ,,behold1 ,,the ,,bridegroom ,,cometh6 ,i4 ,behold1 a ,royal ,bridegroom ,hath called me for ,his bride6 ,i joyfully make ready ,and hasten to ,his side4 ,he is a ,royal ,bridegroom1 ,but ,i am very poor6 ,of low estate ,he chose me ,to show ,his love the more3 ,for ,he hath purchased for me ,such goodly1 rich array1-- ,oh1 surely never ,bridegroom ,gave gifts like ,his away4 ,,ii4 ,when first upon the mountains1 ,i1 in the vale below1 ,beheld ,him waiting for me1 ,heard ,his command to go1 ,i1 poorest in the valley1 ,oh1 how could ,i prepare ,to meet ,his royal presence8 ,how could ,i make me fair8 ,ah6 in ,his love ,he sent me ,a garment clean and white3 ,and promised broidered raiment ,all glorious in ,his sight4 ,and then ,he gave me glimpses ,of the jewels for my hair1 ,and the ornament most precious ,for ,his chosen bride to wear4 ,,iii4 ,first in my tears ,i washed me1-- ,they could not make me clean3 ,a fountain then ,he showed me1 ,strange until then unseen6 ,so close ,i'd lived beside it ,for many weary years1 ,yet passing by the fountain ,had bathed me in my tears4 ,oh1 love1 oh1 grace1 that showed it6 ,revealed its cleansing power6 ,how could ,i choose but hasten ,to meet ,him from that hour4 ,,iv4 ,i said1 delay no longer2 ,he surely will provide ,all for the toilsome journey1 ,up the steep mountain side4 ,he sought me in the valley-- ,he knows my utmost need2 ,but ,he's a ,royal ,bridegroom1 ,i shall be rich indeed4 ,rich in ,his pardoning mercies1-- ,bounties that never cease3 ,rich in ,his loving kindness1 ,rich in ,his joy and peace1 ,so then ,i took the ,raiment4 ,and the jewels that ,he sent2 ,and1 gazing on ,his beauty1 ,i up the hillside went4 ,v4 ,and still with feeble footsteps1 ,and turning oft astray1 ,i go to meet the ,bridegroom1 ,though stumbling by the way ,i soil my royal garments ,with earth whene'er ,i fall2 ,i break and mar my ornaments1 ,but ,he will know them all4 ,for it was ,he who gave them2 ,will ,he forget ,his own8 ,ah6 for the love ,he bore me1 ,he called6 will ,he disown8 ,,vi4 ,he sent ,his ,guide to guide me3 ,he knew how blind1 how frail ,the children of the valley3-- ,he knew my love would fail4 ,he knew the mists above me ,would hide ,him from my sight4 ,and ,i1 in darkness groping1 ,would wander from the right4 ,i know that ,i must follow ,slow when ,i fain would soar3 ,that step by step thus upward1 ,my ,guide must go before4 ,,vii4 ,cleave close1 dear ,guide1 and lead me6 ,i cannot go aright6 ,through all that doth beset me1 ,keep1 keep me close in sight6 ',tis but a little longer2 ,methinks the end ,i see3 ,oh6 matchless love and mercy1 ,the ,bridegroom waits for me2 ,waits1 to present me faultless1 ,before ,his ,father's throne2 ,his comeliness my beauty1 ,his righteousness my own4 --,unidentified4 ,it may be in the evening1 ,when the work of the day is done1 ,and you have time to sit in the twilight ,and watch the sinking sun1 ,while the long bright day dies slowly ,over the sea1 ,and the hour grows quiet and holy ,with thoughts of ,me1 ,while you hear the village children ,passing along the street ,among those thronging footsteps ,may come the sound of ,my ,feet3 ,therefore ,i tell you1 ,watch6 ,by the light of the evening star1 ,when the room is growing dusky ,as the clouds afar2 ,let the door be on the latch ,in your home1 ,for it may be through the gloaming ,i will come4 ,it may be when the midnight ,is heavy upon the land1 ,and the black waves lying humbly ,along the sand2 ,when the moonless night draws close1 ,and the lights are out in the house2 ,when the fires burn low and red1 ,and the watch is ticking loudly ,beside the bed3 ,though you sleep1 tired out on your couch1 ,still your heart must wake and watch ,in the dark room1 ,for it may be that at midnight ,i will come4 ,it may be at the cock-crow1 ,when the night is dying slowly ,in the sky1 ,and the sea looks calm and holy1 ,waiting for the dawn of the golden sun ,which draweth nigh2 ,when the mists are on the valleys1 shading ,the rivers chill1 ,and my morning star is fading1 fading ,over the hill3 ,behold1 ,i say unto you1 ,watch6 ,let the door be on the latch3 ,in your home3 ,in the chill before the dawning1 ,between the night and morning ,i may come4 ,it may be in the morning1 ,when the sun is bright and strong1 ,and the dew is glittering sharply ,over the little lawn2 ,when the waves are laughing loudly ,along the shore1 ,and the little birds are singing sweetly ,about the door4 ,with the long day's work before you1 ,you rise up with the sun1 ,and the neighbors come in to talk a little1 ,of all that must be done2 ,but remember that ,i may be the next ,to come in at the door1 ,to call you from all your busy work ,for evermore3 ,as you work your heart must watch1 ,for the door is on the latch ,in your room1 ,and it may be in the morning ,i will come4 ,so ,he passed down my cottage garden1 ,by the path that leads to the sea1 ,till he came to the turn of the little road1 ,where the birch and laburnum tree ,lean over and arch the way4 ,there ,i saw him a moment stay1 ,and turn once more to me1 ,as ,i wept at the cottage door1 ,and lift up ,his hands in blessing-- ,then ,i saw ,his face no more4 ,and ,i stood still in the door-way ,leaning against the wall1 ,not heeding the fair white roses1 ,though ,i crushed them1 and let them fall1 ,only looking down the pathway1 ,and looking towards the sea1 ,and wondering1 and wondering ,when ,he would come back for me1 ,till ,i was aware of an angel ,who was going swiftly by1 ,with the gladness of one who goeth ,in the light of ,god most high ,he passed the end of the cottage ,towards the garden gate1-- 7,i suppose ,he was come down ,at the setting of the sun1 ,to comfort some one in the village ,whose dwelling was desolate17 ,and ,he passed before the door ,beside my place1 ,and the likeness of a smile ,was on ,his face3-- ,weep not1 ,he said1 for unto you is given1 ,to watch for the coming of ,his feet1 ,who is the glory of our blessed ,heaven3 ,the work and watching will be very sweet ,even in an earthly home1 ,and in such an hour as ye think not ,he will come4 ,so ,i am watching quietly ,every day2 ,whenever the sun shines brightly ,i rise and say1-- ,surely it is the shining of ,his face6 ,and look unto the gates of ,his high place1 ,beyond the sea1 ,for ,i know ,he is coming shortly ,to summon me4 ,and when a shadow falls across the window ,of my room1 ,where ,i am working my appointed task1 ,i lift my head to watch the door1 and ask ,if ,he is come2 ,and the angel answers sweetly ,in my home1-- ,only a few more shadows1 ,and ,he will come4 --,unidentified4 ,,the ,,joy ,,of ,,assurance4 ,it is too calm to be a dream1 ,too gravely sweet1 too full of power1 ,prayer changed to praise this very hour6 ,yes1 heard and answered6 though it seem ,beyond the hope of yesterday1 ,beyond the faith that dared to pray1 ,yet not beyond the love that heard1 ,and not beyond the faithful word ,on which each trembling prayer may rest1 ,and win the answer truly best4 ,yes1 heard and answered6 sought and found6 ,i breathe a golden atmosphere ,of solemn joy1 and seem to hear ,within1 above1 and all around1 ,the chime of deep cathedral bells1 ,an early herald peal that tells ,a glorious ,easter tide begun2 ,while yet are sparkling in the sun ,large rain drops of the night storm passed1 ,and days of ,lent are gone at last4 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,how ,,wonderful6 ,he answered all my prayer abundantly1 ,and crowned the work that to ,his feet ,i brought1 ,with blessing more than ,i had asked or thought-- ,a blessing undisguised1 and fair1 and free4 ,i stood amazed1 and whispered1 ,can it be ,that ,he hath granted all the boon ,i sought8 ,how wonderful that ,he for me hath wrought6 ,how wonderful that ,he hath answered me6 ,o faithless heart6 ,he said that ,he would hear ,and answer thy poor prayer1 and ,he hath heard ,and proved ,his promise4 ,wherefore didst thou fear8 ,why marvel that thy ,lord hath kept ,his word8 ,more wonderful if ,he should fail to bless ,expectant faith and prayer with good success6 --,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,,thy ,,way1 ,,not ,,mine4 ,thy way1 not mine1 ,o ,lord1 ,however dark it be6 ,lead me by ,thine own hand1 ,choose out the path for me4 ,smooth let it be or rough1 ,it will be still the best1 ,winding or straight1 it matters not1 ,it leads me to ,thy rest4 ,i dare not choose my lot3 ,i would not1 if ,i might2 ,choose ,thou for me1 my ,god1 ,so shall ,i walk aright4 ,the kingdom that ,i seek ,is ,thine3 so let the way ,that leads to it be ,thine1 ,else ,i must surely stray4 ,take ,thou my cup1 and it ,with joy or sorrow fill1 ,as best to ,thee may seem2 ,choose ,thou my good and ill4 ,choose ,thou for me my friends1 ,my sickness or my health1 ,choose ,thou my cares for me1 ,my poverty or wealth4 ,not mine1 not mine the choice1 ,in things or great or small2 ,be ,thou my guide1 my strength1 ,my wisdom1 and my all4 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,a ,,child',s ,,first ,,impression ,,of ,a ,,star4 ,she had been told that ,god made all the stars1 ,that twinkled up in heaven1 and now she stood ,watching the coming of the twilight on1 ,as if it were a new and perfect world1 ,and this were its first eve4 ,she stood alone ,by the low window1 with the silken lash ,of her soft eye upraised1 and her sweet mouth ,half parted with the new and strange delight ,of beauty that she could not comprehend1 ,and had not seen before4 ,the purple folds ,of the low sunset clouds1 and the blue sky ,that look'd so still and delicate above1 ,fill'd her young heart with gladness1 and the eve ,stole on with its deep shadows1 and she still ,stood looking at the west with that half smile1 ,as if a pleasant thought were at her heart4 ,presently1 in the edge of the last tint ,of sunset1 where the blue was melted in ,to the faint golden mellowness1 a star ,stood suddenly4 ,a laugh of wild delight ,burst from her lips1 and putting up her hands1 ,her simple thought broke forth expressively-- ,father6 dear father6 ,god has made a star6 --,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,,come ,,unto ,,me6 ,art thou weary8 ,art thou languid8 ,art thou sore distrest8 ,come to ,me1 saith ,one1 and coming1 ,be at rest6 ,hath ,he marks to lead me to ,him1 ,if ,he be my ,guide8 ,in ,his feet and hands are wound-prints1 ,and ,his side4 ,is there diadem as monarch ,that ,his brow adorns8 ,yea1 a crown in very surety1 ,but of thorns6 ,if ,i find ,him1 if ,i follow1 ,what his guerdon here8 ,many a sorrow1 many a labor1 ,many a tear4 ,if ,i still hold closely to ,him1 ,what hath ,he at last8 ,sorrow vanquished1 labor ended1 ,jordan past6 ,if ,i ask ,him to receive me1 ,will ,he say me nay8 ,not till earth and not till ,heaven ,pass away6 ,finding1 following1 keeping1 struggling1 ,is ,he sure to bless8 ,angels1 martyrs1 prophets1 pilgrims1 ,answer--,yes6 --,from ,st4 ,stephen the ,sabaite4 ,,looking ,,unto ,,jesus4 ,thou1 ,lord1 my path shalt choose1 ,and my ,guide be6 ,what shall ,i fear to lose ,while ,i have ,thee8 ,this be my portion blest1 ,on my ,redeemer's breast1 ,in peaceful trust to rest3 ,he cares for me6 ,shall ,i then1 choose my way8 ,never1 oh1 no6 ,i1 a creature of a day1 ,what can ,i know8 ,what dread perplexity1 ,then would encompass me2 ,now ,i can look to ,thee1 ,thou orderest so6 ,this lightens every cross1 ,cheers every ill2 ,suffer ,i grief or loss1 ,it is ,thy will6 ,who can make no mistake1 ,chooseth the way ,i take1 ,he who can ne'er forsake1 ,holds my hand still6 ,sweet words of peace and love ,christ whispers me6 ,bearing my soul above ,life's troubled sea6 ,this be my portion blest1 ,on my ,redeemer's breast1 ,in peaceful trust to rest3 ,he cares for me6 ,christ died my love to win1 ,christ is my tower6 ,he will be with me in ,each trying hour6 ,he makes the wounded whole1 ,he will my heart console1 ,he will uphold my soul ,by ,his own power6 ,to ,thee1 the only1 ,wise1 ,whatever be1 ,i will lift up mine eyes ,joyful in ,thee6 ,this be my portion blest1 ,on my ,redeemer's breast ,in peaceful trust to rest3 ,he cares for me6 --,from the ,german4 ,,evening ,,hymn4 ,the shadows of the evening hours ,fall from the darkening sky2 ,upon the fragrance of the flowers ,the dews of evening lie2 ,before ,thy throne1 ,o ,lord of ,heaven1 ,we kneel at close of day2 ,look on ,thy children from on high1 ,and hear us while we pray4 ,the sorrows of ,thy servants1 ,lord1 ,o do not ,thou despise2 ,but let the incense of our prayers ,before ,thy mercy rise2 ,the brightness of the coming night ,upon the darkness rolls3 ,with hopes of future glory chase ,the shadows on our souls4 ,slowly the rays of daylight fade2 ,so fade within our heart ,the hopes in earthly love and joy1 ,that one by one depart3 ,slowly the bright stars1 one by one1 ,within the heavens shine2-- ,give us1 ,o ,lord1 fresh hopes in ,heaven1 ,and trust in things divine4 ,let peace1 ,o ,lord1 ,thy peace1 ,o ,god1 ,upon our souls descend ,from midnight fears and perils1 thou ,our trembling hearts defend2 ,give us a respite from our toil1 ,calm and subdue our woes2 ,through the long day we suffer1 ,lord1 ,o give us now repose6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,,are ,,all ,,the ,,children ,,in8 ,the darkness falls2 the wind is high2 ,dense1 black clouds fill the western sky2 ,the storm will soon begin2 ,the thunders roar1 the lightnings flash1 ,i hear the great round rain-drops dash1 ,are all the children in8 ,they're coming softly to my side1 ,their forms within my arms ,i hide1 ,no other arms are sure3 ,the storm may rage with fury wild1 ,with trusting faith each little child ,with mother feels secure4 ,but future days are drawing near2 ,they'll go from this warm shelter here ,out in the world's wild din4 ,the rains will fall1 the cold winds blow1 ,i'll sit alone and long to know ,are all the children in4 ,will they have shelter then secure1 ,where hearts are waiting strong and sure1 ,and love is true when tried8 ,or will they find a broken reed1 ,when strength of heart they so much need ,to help them brave the tide8 ,god knows it all2 ,his will is best2 ,i'll shield them now and yield the rest ,to ,his most righteous hand3 ,sometimes the souls ,he loves are riven ,by tempests wild1 and thus are driven ,nearer the better land4 ,if ,he should call me home before ,the children go1 on that bless'd shore ,afar from care and sin1 ,i know that ,i shall watch and wait ,till ,he1 the keeper of the gate1 ,lets all the children in4 --,unidentified4 ,,he ,,leads ,,us ,,on4 ,he leads us on1 ,by paths we did not know ,upward ,he leads us1 though our steps be slow1 ,though oft we faint and falter on the way1 ,though storms and darkness oft obscure the day1 ,yet when the clouds are gone ,we know ,he leads us on4 ,he leads us on ,through all the unquiet years2 ,past all our dreamland hopes1 and doubts1 and fears ,he guides our steps4 ,through all the tangled maze ,of sin1 of sorrow1 and o'erclouded days ,we know ,his will is done2 ,and still ,he leads us on4 ,and ,he1 at last1 ,after the weary strife-- ,after the restless fever we call life-- ,after the dreariness1 the aching pain1 ,the wayward struggles which have proved in vain1 ,after our toils are past-- ,will give us rest at last4 --,unidentified4 ,,nothing ,,but ,,leaves4 ,nothing but leaves3 the spirit grieves ,over a wasted life4 ,sins committed while conscience slept2 ,promises made1 but never kept2 ,hatred1 battle1 and strife-- ,nothing but leaves4 ,nothing but leaves3 no garnered sheaves ,of life's fair ripened grain2 ,words1 idle words1 for earnest deeds4 ,we sow our seed--lo6 tares and weeds3 ,go reap with toil and pain ,nothing but leaves4 ,nothing but leaves3 memory weaves ,no veil to sever the past2 ,as we return our weary way1 ,counting each lost and misspent day1 ,we find sadly1 at last1 ,nothing but leaves4 ,and shall we meet the ,master so1 ,bearing our withered leaves8 ,the ,saviour looks for perfect fruit3 ,we stand before ,him1 humbled1 mute1 ,waiting the word ,he breathes-- ,nothing but leaves4 --,unidentified4 ,,because ,,he ,,first ,,loved ,,us4 ,i love ,thee1 ,o my ,god6 but not ,for what ,i hope thereby1 ,nor yet because who love ,thee not ,must die eternally4 ,i love ,thee1 ,o my ,god6 and still ,i ever will love ,thee1 ,solely because1 my ,god1 ,thou art ,who first has lovd me6 ,for me1 to lowest depths of woe ,thou didst ,thyself abase2 ,for me didst bear the cross1 the shame1 ,and manifold disgrace2 ,for me didst suffer pains unknown1 ,blood-sweat and agony4 ,yea1 death itself--all1 all for me6 ,for me1 ,thine enemy6 ,then shall ,i not1 ,o ,saviour1 mine6 ,shall ,i not love ,thee well8 ,not with the hope of winning heaven1 ,nor of escaping hell2 ,not with the hope of earning aught1 ,nor seeking a reward2 ,but freely1 fully1 as ,thyself ,hast lovd me1 ,o ,lord6 --,francis ,xavier4 ,,sonnet4 ,our course is onward1 onward into light3 ,what though the darkness gathereth amain1 ,yet to return or tarry1 both are vain4 ,how tarry1 when around us is thick night8 ,whither return8 what flower yet ever might1 ,in days of gloom1 and cold1 and stormy rain1 ,enclose itself in its green bud again1 ,hiding from wrath of tempest out of sight8 ,courage6--we travel through a darksome cave2 ,but still1 as nearer to the light we draw1 ,fresh gales will reach us from the upper air1 ,and wholesome dews of heaven our foreheads lave1 ,the darkness lighten more1 till full of awe ,we stand in the open sunshine--unaware4 --,richard ,chenevix ,trench4 ,,rest ,,at ,,evening4 ,when the weariness of ,life is ended1 ,and the task of our long day is done1 ,and the props1 on which our hearts depended1 ,all have failed or broken1 one by one3 ,evening and our ,sorrow's shadow blended1 ,telling us that peace is now begun4 ,how far back will seem the sun's first dawning ,and those early mists so cold and gray6 ,half forgotten even the toil of morning1 ,and the heat and burden of the day4 ,flowers that we were tending1 and weeds scorning1 ,all alike are withered and cast away4 ,vain will seem the impatient heart which waited1 ,toils that gathered but too quickly round2 ,and the childish joy1 so soon elated ,at the path we thought none else had found2 ,and the foolish ardor soon abated ,by the storm which cast us to the ground4 ,vain those pauses on the road1 each seeming ,as our final home and resting-place2 ,and the leaving them1 while tears were streaming ,of eternal sorrow down our face2 ,and the hands we held1 fond folly dreaming ,that no future could their touch efface4 ,all will then be faded3--night will borrow ,stars of light to crown our perfect rest2 ,and the dim vague memory of faint sorrow ,just remain to show us all was best1 ,then melt into a divine to-morrow3-- ,o how poor a day to be so blest6 --,adelaide ,procter4 ,now the day is over1 ,night is drawing nigh1 ,shadows of the evening ,steal across the sky4 ,now the darkness gathers1 ,stars begin to peep1 ,birds1 and beasts1 and flowers1 ,soon will be asleep4 ,,jesu1 give the weary ,calm and sweet repose2 ,with ,thy tenderest blessing ,may mine eyelids close4 ,grant to little children ,visions bright of ,thee2 ,guard the sailors tossing ,on the deep blue sea4 ,comfort every sufferer ,watching late in pain2 ,those who plan some evil ,from their sin restrain4 ,through the long night watches ,may ,thine ,angels spread ,their white wings above me1 ,watching round my bed4 ,when the morning wakens1 ,then may ,i arise ,pure1 and fresh1 and sinless ,in ,thy ,holy ,eyes4 ,glory to the ,,father1 ,glory to the ,,son1 ,and to ,thee1 ,blest ,,spirit1 ,whilst all ages run4 --,unidentified4 ,,the ,,land ,,of ,,light4 ,that clime is not this dull clime of ours2 ,all1 is brightness there2 ,a sweeter influence breathes around its flowers1 ,and a far milder air4 ,no calm below is like that calm above4 ,no region here is like that realm of love2 ,earth's softest spring ne'er shed so soft a light1 ,earth's brightest summer never shone so bright4 ,that sky is not like this sad sky of ours1 ,tinged with earth's change and care2 ,no shadow dims it1 and no rain-cloud lowers1-- ,no broken sunshine there6 ,one everlasting stretch of azure pours ,its stainless splendor o'er these sinless shores2 ,for there ,jehovah shines with heavenly ray1 ,there ,jesus reigns dispensing endless day4 ,those dwellers there are not like these of earth1 ,no mortal stain they bear2 ,and yet they seem of kindred blood and birth1 ,whence1 and how came they there8 ,earth was their native soil1 from sin and shame1 ,through tribulation they to glory came2 ,bond-slaves delivered from sin's crushing load1 ,brands plucked from burning by the hand of ,god4 ,those robes of theirs are not for these below2 ,no angel's half so bright6 ,whence came that beauty1 whence that living glow8 ,whence came that radiant white8 ,washed in the blood of the atoning ,lamb1 ,fair as the light those robes of theirs became1 ,and now1 all tears wiped off from every eye1 ,they wander where the freshest pastures lie1 ,through all the nightless day of that unfading sky6 --,horatius ,bonar4 ,abide with me6 fast falls the evening tide1 ,the darkness deepens2 ,lord1 with me abide2 ,when other helpers fail1 and comforts flee1 ,help of the helpless1 oh1 abide with me4 ,swift to its close ebbs out life's little day2 ,earth's joys grow dim1 its glories pass away2 ,change and decay on all around ,i see2 ,o ,thou who changest not1 abide with me4 ,i need ,thy presence every passing hour1 ,what but ,thy grace can foil the tempter's power8 ,who like ,thyself my guide and stay can be8 ,through cloud and sunshine1 ,lord1 abide with me4 ,i fear no foe1 with ,thee at hand to bless2 ,ills have no weight1 and tears no bitterness4 ,where is death's sting8 where1 grave1 thy victory8 ,i triumph still1 if ,thou abide with me4 ,hold ,thou ,thy cross before my closing eyes2 ,shine through the gloom1 and point me to the skies2 ,heaven's morning breaks1 and earth's vain shadows flee2 ,in life1 in death1 ,o ,lord1 abide with me4 --,lyte4 ,,farewell ,,of ,,the ,,soul ,,to ,,the ,,body4 ,companion dear6 the hour draws nigh1 ,the sentence speeds--to die1 to die4 ,so long in mystic union held1 ,so close with strong embrace compell'd1 ,how canst thou bear the dread decree1 ,that strikes thy clasping nerves from me8 --,to ,him who on this mortal shore1 ,the same encircling vestment wore1 ,to ,him ,i look1 to ,him ,i bend1 ,to ,him thy shuddering frame commend4 --,if ,i have ever caus'd thee pain1 ,the throbbing breast1 the burning brain1 ,with cares and vigils turn'd thee pale1 ,and scorn'd thee when thy strength did fail ,forgive6--,forgive6--,thy task doth cease1 ,friend6 ,lover6--let us part in peace4 ,if thou didst sometimes check my force1 ,or1 trifling1 stay mine upward course1 ,or lure from ,heaven my wavering trust1 ,or bow my drooping wing to dust-- ,i blame thee not1 the strife is done1 ,i knew thou wert the weaker one1 ,the vase of earth1 the trembling clod1 ,constrained to hold the breath of ,god4 --,well hast thou in my service wrought1 ,thy brow hath mirror'd forth my thought1 ,to wear my smile thy lip hath glow'd1 ,thy tear1 to speak my sorrows1 flowed1 ,thine ear hath borne me rich supplies ,of sweetly varied melodies1 ,thy hands my prompted deeds have done1 ,thy feet upon mine errands run-- ,yes1 thou hast mark'd my bidding well1 ,faithful and true6 ,farewell1 farewell6 ,go to thy rest4 ,a quiet bed ,meek mother1 earth with flowers shall spread1 ,where ,i no more thy sleep may break ,with fever'd dream1 nor rudely wake ,thy wearied eye4 ,oh1 quit thy hold1 ,for thou art faint1 and chill1 and cold1 ,and long thy gasp and groan of pain ,have bound me pitying in thy chain1 ,though angels urge me hence to soar1 ,where ,i shall share thine ills no more4 --,yet we shall meet4 ,to soothe thy pain1 ,remember--we shall meet again4 ,quell with this hope the victor's sting1 ,and keep it as a signet ring1 ,when the dire worm shall pierce thy breast1 ,and nought but ashes mark thy rest1 ,when stars shall fall1 and skies grow dark1 ,and proud suns quench their glow-worm spark1 ,keep thou that hope1 to light thy gloom1 ,till the last trumpet rends the tomb4 --,then shalt thou glorious rise1 and fair1 ,nor spot1 nor stain1 nor wrinkle bear1 ,and1 ,i with hovering wing elate1 ,the bursting of thy bonds shall wait1 ,and breathe the welcome of the sky-- ,no more to part1 no more to die1 ,co-heir of immortality4 --,mrs4 ,sigourney4 ,,the ,,end4