,hymns and ,poems4 ,by ,a4 ,l4 ,o4 ,e41 ,author of 8,the ,triumph over ,midian10 8,rescued from ,egypt10 8,the ,shepherd of ,bethlehem10 c41 c4 ,,london3 ,t4 ,,nelson ,,and ,,sons1 ,,paternoster ,,row2 ,,edinburgh2 ,,and ,,new ,,york4 #ahfh4 ,,preface ,if there be any distinctive peculiarity in this little volume1 it is one that would naturally expose it to literary censure2 the verses are very unequal1 some of the hymns are avowedly written for the very poor4 ,to admit rhymes for ragged children1 needlewomen1 and paupers into a book of sacred song1 may--in the opinion of some critics--deprive it of all claim to the name of poetry4 ,yet ,i venture to hope that those who love to labour in ,god's vineyard1 will not be sorry to bear to their poorer brethren verses intended to meet their peculiar trials1 and cheer them under their peculiar sorrows2 while the subjects of many of the hymns are such as are of equal interest to the prince as to the peasant4 ,humbly ,i commend my little work to ,him whose blessing can alone make it useful in strengthening the tempted1 in cheering the sad1 or in lifting up the hearts of the happy in joyful adoration and praise4 ,a4 ,l4 ,o4 ,e4 ,,contents ,page ,,hymns4 ,the ,willing ,sacrifice1 #aa ,the ,resurrection1 #ac ,hymn for the ,communion1 #ae ,the ,beacon1 #af ,the ,blossoming ,rod1 #ah ,hymn for the ,penitent ,convict1 #ba ,hymn for the ,blind1 #bc ,the ,house not made with ,hands1 #be ,sexton's ,hymn1 #bg ,the ,second ,advent1 #bi ,hopes that ,abide1 #ca ,soldier's ,hymn1 #cb ,hymn for ,night1 #cd ,song of ,joy1 #ce ,the ,retrospect1 #cg ,the ,supplicant1 #ci ,weaver's ,hymn1 #da ,emigrant's ,hymn1 #dc ,fishermen's ,hymn1 #de ,teacher's ,hymn1 #dg ,workman's ,hymn1 #di ,sempstress's ,hymn1 #ea ,ragged ,boy's ,hymn1 #ec ,ragged ,girl's ,hymn1 #ee ,policeman's ,hymn1 #eg ,pauper's ,hymn1 #ei ,postman's ,hymn1 #fa ,servant's ,hymn1 #fc ,miner's ,hymn1 #fe ,gardener's ,hymn1 #fg ,labourer's ,hymn1 #fi ,wife's ,hymn1 #ga ,hymn of ,industry1 #gc ,social ,hymn1 #ge ,national ,hymn1 #gg ,soldier's ,hymn1 #gi ,the ,wise ,men from the ,east1 #ha ,song of ,hope1 #he ,the ,fearful ,heart1 #hh ,conviction of ,sin1 #ij ,the ,sacred ,guest1 #ib ,the ,mourner1 #ie ,the ,christian ,bond1 #ig ,the ,cure at ,gethsemane1 #ajj ,hymn for the ,communion1 #ajb ,hymn for the ,dying1 #ajd ,death is not ,dreadful1 #ajf ,never ,forsaken1 #aji ,thy ,father's ,friend1 #aaa ,fear of ,god and ,fear of ,man1 #aac ,the ,sinners' ,portion1 #aae ,death-,bed ,hymn1 #aag ,save ,one6 #aai ,new ,year's ,hymn1 #aba ,,poems4 ,the ,indian ,maid1 #abe ,blanche1 #acf ,pride1 #adi ,a ,dream of the ,second ,advent1 #aec ,,hymns4 ,i4 ,,the ,,willing ,,sacrifice4 ,the precious blood of ,christ my ,lord1 ,the ,saviour all-divine1 ,was shed to cleanse men's souls from guilt2 ,that blood has flowed for mine6 ,but what return can sinners make ,for love so great1 so free8 ,all is too little1 oh6 my ,god1 ,to sacrifice to ,thee4 ,if all that ,i possessed on earth1 ,before thy feet were laid1 ,light as the dust the gift would prove ,in heaven's balance weighed4 ,the costly treasures of the skies ,thou didst resign for me2 ,all is too little1 oh6 my ,god1 ,to sacrifice to ,thee4 ,but ,thou wilt not disdain a heart ,that would ,thy word obey1 ,that loves to own the mighty debt ,it never hopes to pay4 ,for were each hair upon my head ,a separate life to be1#a ,all were too little1 oh6 my ,god1 ,to sacrifice to ,thee4 ,,ii4 ,,the ,,resurrection4 ,the ,summer blossoms fast decay ,beneath the ,autumn's chilling breath1 ,and man is passing thus away1 ,touched by the silent hand of ,death4 ,still fading--falling--day by day ,the withered petals strew the plain1 ,they never more shall deck the spray-- ,but man shall rise again6 ,behold the bare and leafless tree ,blushes in spring to beauty bright2 ,where the dark root was buried--see ,the eager floweret springs to light6 ,the sun his gentle influence shed ,to break cold winter's icy chain-- ,so ,god shall wake us from the dead1 ,we all shall rise again6 ,as beauteous day succeeds to night1 ,so glory dawns upon the grave-- ,praise to the ,sun of life and light1 ,who lived to bless1 and died to save6 ,we calmly gaze on life's dark close1 ,the tomb shall not our forms retain-- ,e'en as our ,god and ,saviour rose ,his own shall rise again6 ,,iii4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,the ,,communion4 ,i do not dare1 ,o holy ,lord1 ,approach ,thy sacred shrine ,trusting in mine own righteousness1 ,for nought but sins are mine1 ,but in the merits of ,thy ,son1 ,the ,saviour all-divine4 ,unworthy as ,i own ,i am ,christ's feast of love to share1 ,in ,his name hear my humble cry1 ,for ,his sake grant my prayer1 ,and let ,thy mercy cleanse my soul1 ,and shed ,thy ,spirit there6 ,oh1 make me one with my dear ,lord ,in ,his appointed rite1 ,a branch of the ,eternal ,vine ,not fruitless in ,his sight2 ,his own on earth1 ,his own in heaven ,through ages infinite6 ,,iv4 ,,the ,,beacon4 ,when shades of night around him close1 ,the lighthouse guard has charge to keep1 ,and trim the beacon-fire1 which glows ,like a red star above the deep4 ,still calm and bright ,must shine that light ,that guides the seaman on his way1 ,till morning gleam ,and lighthouse beam ,fade in the rosy blush of day4 ,like charge is to the ,christian given ,in grief or joy1 in storm or strife1 ,to glorify the ,god of heaven ,both by his lips and by his life4 ,still pure and bright ,must shine his light1 ,and shed around a holy ray1 ,a flame of love ,lit from above1 ,and shining on to perfect day4 ,pride1 discontent1 mistrustful fear1 ,too oft1 alas6 the beacon hide2 ,the sinner must be humbled here ,that ,jesus may be glorified4 ,so pure and bright ,shall shine his light1 ,to other hearts a beam convey1 ,a flame of love ,lit from above1 ,still shining on to perfect day4 ,lord1 feed our lamps with heavenly grace1 ,and let them to ,thy glory shine1 ,nor let our weakness e'er disgrace ,the holy faith which seals us ,thine6 ,then pure and bright ,shall shine our light1 ,our heavenly ,father's grace display1 ,a flame of love ,lit from above1 ,still shining on to perfect day6 ,v4 ,,the ,,blossoming ,,rod4 ,an angel of comfort from heaven sped-- ,all nature brightened as he drew near ,where a poor man toiled in his lowly shed ,and thanked the ,lord for his scanty bread2 ,the angel breathed in the ,christian's ear1 8,thy ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,have patience--the rod will blossom yet60 ,he spread his pinions1 then paused again ,where prayer from a sick man's couch was heard2 ,in weary weakness1 in restless pain1 ,for tedious months had the sufferer lain1 ,but his pale face beamed at the whispered word3 8,thy ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,have patience--the rod will blossom yet60 ,then the angel flew where a mother prayed ,for a son on a course of evil bent2 ,she wept--half trustful and half afraid1 ,beseeching ,him who alone could aid2 ,and to her was the message of comfort sent-- 8,thy ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,have patience--the rod will blossom yet60 ,with cares depressed1 and with trials worn1 ,a persecuted believer knelt2 ,with drooping heart she had meekly borne ,the unkind taunt and the look of scorn1 ,till the angel's smile was like sunshine felt4 8,thy ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,have patience--the rod will blossom yet60 ,then the seraph hovered where death had been1 ,in its little coffin an infant lay2 ,the parents wept1 but a calm serene ,stole over their souls1 as a hand unseen ,gently wiped the trickling tears away4 8,your ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,your bud shall blossom in glory yet60 ,happy such to whom griefs come not in vain1 ,though afflictions bow1 or the world contemn1 ,thrice blest in sorrow1 thrice blest in pain1 ,reproach is honour1 and loss is gain1 ,for the angel of peace shall visit them-- ,their ,god beholds1 and will not forget2 ,their rod shall blossom in glory yet6 ,,vi4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,the ,,penitent ,,convict4 ,i dare not raise my guilty eye ,the gaze of man to meet1 ,a helpless sentenced wretch ,i lie1 ,lord ,jesus6 at ,thy feet4 ,too justly scorned by all beside1 ,i trembling come to ,thee2 ,if ,thou for chief of sinners died1 ,is there not hope for me8 ,the dying thief in torments hung ,while sinners scoffed around2 ,with feeble breath and faltering tongue ,he mercy sought--and found4 ,there flowed before his eyesight dim ,the blood which made him free2 ,if ,jesus heard and pitied him ,is there not hope for me8 ,the weeping prodigal returned ,his father's house to seek2 ,his supplication was not spurned-- ,love still could welcome speak4 ,like him1 in grief and penitence1 ,to mercy's door ,i flee1 ,o ,father1 wilt thou spurn me thence2 ,is there not hope for me8 ,yes1 there is hope6 while ,he1 once crowned ,with thorns1 now pleads in heaven1 ,rejoices o'er the lost one found1 ,the wanderer forgiven2 ,to those who mourn and turn from sin ,he offers mercy free2 ,i feel another life begin-- ,there yet is hope for me6 ,,vii4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,the ,,blind4 ,i cannot see the sunny gleam ,which gladdens every eye but mine1 ,but ,i can feel the warming beam1 ,and bless the ,god who made it shine4 ,o ,lord1 each murmuring thought control1 ,let no repining tear-drop fall1 ,pour holy light upon my soul1 ,that ,i may own ,thy love in all6 ,i cannot see the flow'rets blow1 ,all sparkling from the summer showers1 ,but ,i can breathe their sweet perfume1 ,and bless the ,god who made the flowers4 ,o ,lord1 each murmuring thought control1 ,let no repining tear-drop fall1 ,pour holy light upon my soul1 ,that ,i may own ,thy love in all6 ,i cannot see the pages where ,thy holy will is written1 ,lord2 ,but ,i can seek ,thy house of prayer1 ,and humbly listen to ,thy word1 ,which bears my thoughts to that bright place ,where ,i at ,thy dear feet may fall1 ,behold my ,saviour face to face1 ,and see and own ,his love in all6 ,,viii4 ,,the ,,house ,,not ,,made ,,with ,,hands4 ,the stately mansion riseth beneath the builder's hand1 ,when our children sleep in dust that mansion still may stand2 ,but a nobler and more lasting dwelling to the saints is given1 ,in a house not made with hands1 eternal in the ,heaven4 ,the poor in spirit and the meek1 the merciful and pure1 ,on them the ,saviour blessings breathed1 for ever to endure2 ,those persecuted for ,his sake1 from friends or kindred driven1 ,share a house not made with hands1 eternal in the ,heaven4 ,and those who deeply mourn their sins shall find there yet is room1 ,for such the ,lord endured the cross1 descended to the tomb2 ,he ready stands to welcome those whose contrite hearts are riven1 ,to a house not made with hands1 eternal in the ,heaven4 ,what matter1 then1 how lowly be the roof above our head1 ,what matter then how soon the stranger o'er our graves may tread1 ,if we are pressing on with hearts renewed and sins forgiven1 ,to a house not made with hands1 eternal in the ,heaven6 ,,ix4 ,,sexton',s ,,hymn4 ,i've laid the earth above the child ,whose life was but a summer's day2 ,i knew that ,god1 in mercy mild1 ,had called his happy soul away4 ,then therefore weep ,o'er those who sleep8 ,their precious dust the ,lord will keep1 ,till ,he appear ,in glory here1 ,the harvest of the earth to reap4 ,i've laid the earth above the youth ,whose early days to ,god were given1 ,whose end bore witness to this truth1 ,none die too soon who live for ,heaven6 ,then wherefore weep ,o'er those who sleep8 ,their precious dust the ,lord will keep1 ,till ,he appear ,in glory here1 ,the harvest of the earth to reap4 ,i've laid the earth o'er reverend age1 ,whose hoary hairs were glory's crown1 ,the saint had closed his pilgrimage1 ,and gently laid life's burden down4 ,then wherefore weep ,o'er those who sleep8 ,their precious dust the ,lord will keep1 ,till ,he appear ,in glory here1 ,the harvest of the earth to reap4 ,and soon the earth will close o'er me1 ,yet mourn ,i not my life's decline1 ,lord6 pardoned--ransomed--saved by ,thee1 ,living or dying--,i am ,thine6 ,oh6 wherefore sigh ,for those who die ,in ,christ8 the forms that mouldering lie ,shall burst the sod ,to meet their ,god4 ,and mount with seraph wings on high6 ,x4 ,,the ,,second ,,advent4 ,now in the ,east ,hope's trembling light ,proclaims a brighter dawning1 ,though woe endureth for a night1 ,joy cometh in the morning4 ,for many weary ages past ,hath sin's dark night prevailing1 ,a gloom o'er all the nations cast1 ,whence rose the sound of wailing4 ,the idol-gods have many a shrine ,where1 bound in chains of error1 ,myriads shut out from light divine ,crouch down in shame and terror4 ,but in the ,east ,hope's rosy light ,proclaims a brighter dawning2 ,though woe endureth for a night1 ,joy cometh in the morning4 ,pleasure has thrown her torches' glare ,upon a world benighted1 ,and ,science in the murky air ,her glimmering tapers lighted2 ,some joys1 like fireflies1 played and glanced ,to mock our vain pursuing1 ,and ,folly's meteors wildly danced ,above the gulf of ruin6 ,but in the ,east ,hope's purer light ,proclaims a brighter dawning2 ,though woe endureth for a night1 ,joy cometh in the morning6 ,like ,cynthia from her silver car1 ,the ,church could darkness brighten2 ,each high example1 like a star1 ,shone forth to cheer and lighten4 ,but ,i shall need nor star nor moon ,in that clear day before me1 ,the ,sun of ,righteousness shall soon ,burst forth in cloudless glory6 ,yes1 in the ,east ,hope's kindling light ,proclaims a brighter dawning2 ,though woe endureth for a night1 ,joy cometh in the morning6 ,,xi4 ,,hopes ,,that ,,abide4 ,earth's bright hopes must fade1 ,not those which grace hath given2 ,joys were fleeting made1 ,but not the joys of ,heaven6 ,stars that shine above1 ,and flowers that cannot wither1 ,these are types of peace and love ,that shall abide for ever4 ,who that seeks the skies ,would mourn earth's pleasures blighted1 ,weep o'er broken ties ,soon to be re-united8 ,blest e'en awhile to be ,in darkness and in sorrow1 ,assured we soon the dawn shall see ,of an eternal morrow6 ,,xii4 ,,soldier',s ,,hymn4 ,there is a sword of glittering sheen1-- ,all unite to defend the right6 ,its blade is bright and its edge is keen1 ,but the wound it gives is a wound unseen1-- ,and who would flinch in the glorious fight6 ,there is a foe--a ruthless foe-- ,such unite to oppose the right2 ,in secret ambush he croucheth low1 ,and the blow he strikes is a deadly blow1-- ,but flinch not we in the glorious fight6 ,there is a banner floating wide1-- ,all unite to defend the right6 ,the blood of martyrs its folds has dyed1 ,when the best and bravest fought side by side1-- ,who would not flinch in the glorious fight6 ,there is a ,leader exalted high1-- ,all unite to defend the right6 ,through ,him ,his followers hosts defy1 ,through ,him they learn to do and to die1 ,and scorn to flinch in the glorious fight6 ,there is a palm--a victor's palm1-- ,all unite to defend the right6 ',twill be given in realms of peace and calm ,to the steadfast spirit1 the stalwart arm1 ,that never flinched in the glorious fight4 ,then shall lips touched with living flame ,in song unite1 in the world of light2-- ,in our ,leader's strength1 in our ,leader's name1 ,we fought--we struggled--we overcame1 ,and victors stood in the glorious fight6 ,,xiii4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,night4 ,after labour sweet is rest1 ,gently the wearied eyelids close2 ,as an infant sleeps on his mother's breast1 ,the child of ,god may in peace repose4 ,whether we sleep1 or whether we wake1 ,we are ,his who gave ,his life for our sake4 ,he to whom darkness is as light1 ,tenderly guards his slumbering sheep2 ,the ,shepherd watches ,his flock by night1 ,the feeble lambs ,he will safely keep4 ,whether we sleep1 or whether we wake1 ,we are ,his who gave ,his life for our sake4 ,death's night comes1--it may now be near1-- ,lord6 if our faith be fixed on ,thee1 ,oh6 how calm will that rest appear1 ,oh6 how sweet will the waking be6 ,whether we sleep1 or whether we wake1 ,we are ,his who gave ,his life for our sake4 ,,xiv4 ,,song ,,of ,,joy4 ,the balmy ,spring awakes the flowers ,that long had slept in ,winter's night1 ,her light green robe adorns the bowers1 ,and all is beauty1 all delight4 ,with joy ,i view earth's smiling frame1 ,and bless1 ,o ,lord1 and bless ,thy name6 ,thou hast vouchsafed me buoyant health1 ,a cheerful1 light1 and bounding heart2 ,contentment--better far than wealth1 ,and ,hope--that rests when joys depart4 ,what gratitude such gifts should claim1-- ,for these1 ,o ,lord1 ,i bless thy name6 ,surrounded from my earliest days ,by those who loved--who love me still1 ,my grateful heart ,i humbly raise ,to ,him1 by whose ,almighty will ,to me earth's sweetest blessings came2 ,i praise and magnify ,his name6 ,but more than all ,i thank ,thee1 ,lord1 ,for sins through ,thy dear blood forgiven1 ,the comforts of ,thy precious ,word1 ,and hopes of endless bliss in ,heaven2 ,bought by ,thy suffering and ,thy shame1-- ,for these1 ,o ,lord1 ,i bless ,thy name6 ,lord6 should it be ,thy sovereign will ,to blast my earthly happiness1 ,yet give me grace to praise ,thee still1 ,with trembling lips ,thy wisdom bless2 ,crushed or exalted--still the same1 ,to bless1 with fervour bless ,thy name6 ,should all life's pleasures disappear1 ,support me with ,thy heavenly love1-- ,and when my course is ended here1 ,oh1 raise my soul to bliss above1 ,with saints to magnify ,thy fame1 ,and bless1 for ever bless ,thy name6 ,,xv4 ,,the ,,retrospect4 ,when on ,zion's hill we rest ,in the mansions of the blest1 ,what a strange and fleeting dream ,all life's hopes and fears will seem8 ,what will all our pleasures here-- ,titles--honours--then appear8 ,like a bubble on the river1 ,bright awhile--then lost for ever6 ,things that now employ each thought1 ,warmly wished for1 fondly sought-- ,we may smile1 and wonder much ,heirs of ,heaven could stoop to such6 ,will the petty wrongs of earth ,seem one moment's anger worth2 ,or a friend's depart--the sorrow ,felt by those so soon to follow8 ,all that time bestowed will be ,lost in bright eternity2 ,save the harvest ,christian ,love ,sowed on earth--to reap above6 ,,xvi4 ,,the ,,supplicant4 ,a helpless sinner in ,thy sight1 ,at mercy's threshold1 ,lord1 ,i wait2 ,inscribed in characters of light1 ,thy promise shines upon the gate4 8,ask--ye shall receive2 ,seek--and ye shall find2 ,knock--and enter in1 but leave ,all sins and doubts behind40 ,i ask ,thy boundless grace to share1 ,i seek for pardon through ,thy blood1 ,i knock by earnest1 fervent prayer1-- ,lord1 hear and answer me for good6 8,ask--ye shall receive2 ,seek--and ye shall find2 ,knock--and enter in1 but leave ,all sins and doubts behind40 ,yes2 each mistrustful doubt of ,thee1 ,each long-indulged1 besetting sin1 ,repented and renounced must be ,by those who dare to venture in4 ,then asking--we receive1 ,and seeking--we shall find1 ,till1 entering ,heaven's gate1 we leave ,earth1 sin1 and death behind6 ,,xvii4 ,,weaver',s ,,hymn4 ,how swiftly flies man's mortal thread ,within the mighty loom of ,time2 ,what brilliant hues on some are shed1 ,while some are stained with woe or crime6 ,but they bright webs are weaving1 ,who1 trusting and believing1 ,through scenes of sorrow1 scenes of joy1 ,god's grace are still receiving4 ',tis thus the ,christian we behold ,in sickness and in want resigned1 ,because religion's thread of gold ,is in his gloomy lot entwined4 ,a bright web he is weaving ,when1 trusting and believing1 ,he from a loving ,father's hand ,each trial is receiving4 ,death soon will break our thread in twain1 ,time's busy loom itself must rest2 ,nought but a winding-sheet remain ,of all that mortals here possest4 ,then every trial leaving1 ,no more o'er sorrows grieving1 ,how blest the ,christian1 from his ,lord ,the crown of life receiving6 ,,xviii4 ,,emigrant',s ,,hymn4 ,father of ,heaven1 ,thy guidance we implore ,where'er ,thy providence our steps may send2 ,with drooping hearts we leave our native shore1 ,do ,thou be with us always--to the end6 ,protect and guard us on the lonely sea1 ,though angry storms our flutt'ring canvas rend1 ,the anchor of our hope is fixed on ,thee1 ,do ,thou be with us always--to the end6 ,prepare for us a home beyond the wave1 ,where we in honest toil our days may spend1 ,till gently sinking to a peaceful grave2 ,and be ,thou with us always--to the end6 ,oh6 bless the dear ones whom we leave behind6 ,though severed now from parent--brother--friend-- ,in ,thee the parted yet may union find1 ,with them and us be always--to the end6 ,nor time nor space can from ,thy love divide2 ,for ever near to bless and to defend1 ,our lives--our all--we to ,thy care confide1 ,be with us always--even to the end6 ,,xix4 ,,fishermen',s ,,hymn4 ,there were fishermen once by the blue ,galilee1 ,whose lives were as toilsome and hard as our own1 ,they launched in the morning their boats in the sea1 ,their nets in the soft heaving waters were thrown4 ,a plentiful blessing rewarded their toil1 ,though all the night long they had laboured in vain1 ,their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil1 ,and slowly1 deep-laden1 they moved o'er the main4 ',twas the presence of ,christ that a miracle wrought1 ,the richly filled net was cast forth at ,his word1 ,and the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought1 ,was the least of the blessings bestowed by the ,lord4 ,be with us1 ,o ,lord6 when we launch forth alone1 ,be with us when toiling our bread to obtain1 ,though ,thy presence no more be by miracles known1 ,who labour in faith1 will not labour in vain4 ,but we ask ,thee for blessings more precious by far ,than the depths of the earth or the ocean can yield1 ,make us feel1 like ,thy ,peter1 what sinners we are1 ,make us know that1 though sinners1 our pardon is sealed4 ,make us willing to quit all that keep us from ,thee1 ,like the chosen disciples in ages long past1 ,like them1 throughout life1 ,thy true followers be1 ,and anchor in ,heaven's safe haven at last6 ,,xx4 ,,teacher',s ,,hymn4 8,feed thou ,my lambs10 the ,saviour said ,to one whose spirit burned to prove ,by toils endured1 or life-blood shed1 ,the strength of his devoted love4 8,feed thou ,my lambs20 oh6 sacred trust ,e'en for a great apostle meet1 ,to raise the feeble from the dust1 ,and guide them to the ,saviour's feet4 8,feed thou ,my lambs40 ,and ever thus ,his flock the heavenly ,shepherd tends2 ,his mild command ,he breathes to us1 ,and to our care ,his sheep commends4 8,feed thou ,my lambs20 despised on earth ,the friendless little one may be1 ,but who can tell the priceless worth ,of one soul1 ,lord1 redeemed by ,thee6 ,may we pursue the blest employ ,endowed with wisdom from above1 ,and count it privilege and joy ,to feed the lambs whom ,thou dost love6 ,,xxi4 ,,workman',s ,,hymn4 ,before the morning's toil begin1 ,we thank ,thee1 ,giver of all good1 ,for needful health and strength to win1 ,by daily labour1 daily food4 ,the seeing eye1 the skilful hand1 ,the powerful arm1 are gifts from ,thee2 ,thou for our comfort all hast planned1 ,used to ,thy glory all should be4 ,when ,thou didst come to visit man1 ,a lowly lot1 ,o ,lord1 was ,thine2 ,in poverty ,thy life began1 ,shall we at poverty repine8 ,thou who dost all our trials know1 ,thou who didst all our sorrows share1 ,the comforts of ,thy grace bestow1 ,and make us rich in faith and prayer4 ,soon will the hours of toil be past1 ,and calm repose at night be given2 ,so life's short day is closing fast1 ,and sweet will be the rest of ,heaven6 ,,xxii4 ,,sempstress',s ,,hymn4 ,day after day my weary task ,i ply1 ,and half the night to ceaseless toil is given2 ,when weary is my heart and dim mine eye1 ,i seem to hear the ,saviour's voice from ,heaven3 8,come unto ,me1 all ye by toil opprest1 ,come unto ,me1 and ,i will give you rest40 ,when all my labour scarce can bread procure1 ,and weak with want my feeble fingers move2 ,when dear ones round me hunger's pangs endure1 ,my drooping spirit hears that voice of love3 8,come unto ,me1 all ye by grief opprest1 ,come unto ,me1 and ,i will give you rest40 ,o ,lord1 how shall ,i come8 my sinful heart ,is prone to murmur1 and ,thy truth forget2 ,dare ,i approach ,thee1 holy as ,thou art8 ,methinks ,i hear that gentle whisper yet3 8,come unto ,me1 all ye by sin opprest1 ,come unto ,me1 and ,i will give you rest40 ,oh1 let me patiently await the day ,when ,christ my ,lord in glory shall appear1 ,when tears shall be for ever wiped away1 ,and those who trust ,him now ,his voice shall hear3 8,come1 faithful servants1 of ,my ,father blessed1 ,and ,i will give you everlasting rest40 ,,xxiii4 ,,ragged ,,boy',s ,,hymn4 ,i would not take what is not mine1 for hoards of wealth untold1-- ,far better grasp the red-hot steel1 than touch another's gold2 ,the love of money1 ,god hath said1 of evil is the root1 ,and if dishonesty thence spring1 destruction is the fruit4 ,i would not take what is not mine1 though none were near to see1 ,conscience would my accuser stand1 and ,god my judge would be2 ,the covetous desire1 the wicked thought ,i would control1-- ,what shall it profit man to gain the world1 and lose his soul8 ,i would not take another's goods1--the loser might repine1 ,his loss might heavy seem to him1 but small compared to mine2 ,for oh6 more precious far than all the wealth to nobles given1 ,an honest name1 a quiet conscience1 and the hope of ,heaven6 ,i would not take what is not mine1 but treasure seek above1 ,gained without money1 without price1 from our ,redeemer's love2 ,time cannot change it1 moth corrupt1 nor thieves break through and steal1 ,and all eternity will but its boundless worth reveal6 ,,xxiv4 ,,ragged ,,girl',s ,,hymn4 ,the ,sabbath sun has risen high1 ,and sweetly sounds the ,sabbath bell1 ,my basket now untouched must lie1 ,this day ,i neither buy nor sell4 ,the ,sabbath rest ,i will not break1 ,but ,god's commands my study make1 ,and trust the word ,of my dear ,lord1 8,i will not leave thee1 nor forsake40 ,but ,i am poor1 with none to aid1 ,and ,satan sore is tempting me1 8,if thou give up the ,sabbath trade1 ,the ,sabbath meal is not for thee40 ,my ,god1 oh1 let me never break ,the least command that ,thou didst make1 ,but trust the word ,of my dear ,lord1 8,i will not leave thee1 nor forsake40 ,when ,christ was faint with hunger's pain1 ,the ,tempter urged ,god's blessed ,son ,in way unmeet relief to gain2 ,but steadfast stood the ,holy ,one1 ,his perfect faith no doubt could shake1 ,the least command ,he would not break1 ,he knew the love ,of ,god above1 ,would never leave ,him1 nor forsake4 ,now1 high in heaven1 ,he hears and grants ,the prayers of those in faith who pray2 ,my earthly cares1 my earthly wants1 ,o ,saviour1 at ,thy feet ,i lay3 ,supply ,thy servant's need1 and make ,her soul of heavenly food partake1 ,for still1 ,o ,lord1 ,i trust ,thy word1 8,i'll never leave thee1 nor forsake40 ,,xxv4 ,,policeman',s ,,hymn4 ,in the silence of night when the stars glimmer o'er me1 ,the sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone1 ,i think of the far-distant mansions of glory1 ,where angels keep watch round the ,holy ,one's throne4 ,then1 when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting1 ,i think how each brings the day near and more near1 ,when around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting1 ,the last solemn verdict of justice shall hear4 ,on the right hand will stand ,christ's redeemed ones1 possessing ,robes washed in ,his blood1 with ,his righteousness crowned2 ,on the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing2 ,o ,god1 in which number shall ,i then be found8 ,am ,i resting my hopes on ,his infinite merit1 ,who suffered our pardon and peace to procure2 ,am ,i seeking the aid of ,his life-giving ,spirit ,to make my heart penitent1 humble1 and pure8 ,oh6 for those who believe there is 8no condemnation10 ,the ,judge shall ,himself be their ,saviour and ,friend1 ,his voice shall award them eternal salvation1 ,and bliss1 in ,his presence1 which never shall end4 ,,xxvi4 ,,pauper',s ,,hymn4 ,far from the friends to me most dear1 ,within the crowded ward ,i lie1 ,destined1 perhaps1 mid strangers here ,to suffer and to die4 ,time may all other joys remove ,yet leaves he still ,faith1 ,hope1 and ,love4 ,faith to the cross my spirit leads1 ,and tells of ,one now glorified1 ,who at the ,father's right hand pleads ,for those for whom ,he died4 ,what trials can too bitter prove ,while yet there rest ,faith1 ,hope1 and ,love8 ,hope whispers of that happy place ,where ,i my ,saviour shall behold1 ,and sing the wonders of ,his grace ,to harp of shining gold4 ,what sorrows can our patience move ,while still remain ,faith1 ,hope1 and ,love8 ,love draws my heart towards my kind1 ,makes me in each a brother 7or sister7 see1 ,to cheer the sad1 to help the blind1 ,are joys still left to me4 ,bless my companions1 heavenly ,dove1 ,fill them with ,faith1 and ,hope1 and ,love4 ,there is no pain or sorrow here1 ,for those who will ,god's lesson learn1 ,but ,faith may brighten1 ,hope may cheer1 ,and ,love to blessing turn2 ,then ,peace descending from above ,unites with ,faith1 and ,hope1 and ,love4 ,,xxvii4 ,,postman',s ,,hymn4 ,in daily rounds my constant course ,i keep1 ,expected oft1 but never asked to stay1 ,nor know ,i who may laugh1 or who may weep ,when gazing at the tidings ,i convey4 ,so is there one who comes to rich and poor1 ,expected long1 unwelcome though he be2 ,when death's loud knock is sounding at my door1 ,what are the tidings he will bring to me8 ,the haughty man to great possessions heir1 ,the selfish man1 whose treasure is below1 ,the selfish man all full of worldly care-- ,to them his message is of fear and woe4 ,bold ,sabbath-breakers1 scoffers at ,god's word1 ,who rush on paths which conscience must condemn1 ,when death's loud knock is at their dwellings heard1 ,oh6 fearful tidings must he bring to them4 ,the contrite1 mourning o'er repented sin1 ,the meek in heart1 whose treasure is above1 ,the faithful1 who a heavenly crown would win-- ,to such his message is of peace and love4 ,he comes to tell them that their griefs are o'er1 ,that ,christ from sin and sorrow sets them free2 ,oh6 when death's knock is sounding at my door1 ,such blessed tidings may he bring to me6 ,,xxviii4 ,,servant',s ,,hymn4 ,to whom do ,i obedience owe1 ,who should my willing service claim8 ,one master dwelling here below1 ,and ,one above the starry frame4 ,oh6 may the thought of ,him above1 ,each ,christian servant's zeal awake1 ,to serve with faithfulness and love-- ,for ,christ1 our heavenly ,master's sake4 ,the earnest follower of the ,lord1 ,must by the badge of truth be known1 ,integrity that shrinks from fraud1 ,and needs no eye--save ,god's alone ,the cheerful heart1 the ready mind ,that can in labour pleasure take1 ,to every kindly act inclined1 ,for ,christ1 our heavenly ,master's sake4 ,though our best service is1 we own1 ,to ,god 8unprofitable0 still1 ,the ,lord1 to whom the heart is known1 ,rewards the attempt to do ,his will4 ,oh6 through ,his mercy may we rise1 ,when the last trump our sleep shall break1 ,and find a welcome in the skies1 ,for ,christ1 our heavenly ,master's sake6 ,,xxix4 ,,miner',s ,,hymn4 ,when verdant fields are seen no more1 ,where ,heaven's beams can never shine1 ,earth's hidden treasures to explore ,we labour in the gloomy mine4 ,but bright the torches' yellow rays ,that light us on our darksome way1 ,and sweet the voice of ,hope that says1 8,we soon shall see the light of day40 ,and thus awhile must all mankind ,toil on and labour here below1 ,poor sinful mortals1 weak and blind1 ,and subject all to pain and woe4 ,but brightly shines ,god's holy ,word ,which lights us on our darksome way1 ,and sweet the hope its leaves afford1 8,we soon shall see a heavenly day40 ,the ,lord of ,angels deigned to come ,to bear our punishment and pain1 ,he made our dark abode ,his home1 ,that we might rise1 that we might reign4 ,and those who in ,his ,word delight1 ,who trust ,his love1 ,his will obey1 ,shall shine in robes of spotless white ,in ,heaven's everlasting day6 ,,xxx4 ,,gardener',s ,,hymn4 ,ere our first parents fell1 the ground ,all beauty and abundance crowned2 ,but now the soil our labour needs1-- ,the earth produces thorns and weeds4 ,and trials on our pathway grow1 ,the prickly care1 the stinging woe1 ,how oft the wounded spirit bleeds1-- ,our life produces thorns and weeds4 ,but--worse than all--we find within1 ,the poisoned roots of pride and sin1 ,from them our misery proceeds1-- ,the heart produces thorns and weeds4 ,but1 ,lord1 ,thou bidst ,thy sunbeams glow1 ,thy gentle raindrops fall below2 ,when industry has dressed the bowers1 ,the earth produces fruits and flowers4 ,so when ,thy love its radiance lends1 ,thy ,spirit like the dew descends1 ,when ,faith1 and ,hope1 and ,peace are ours1 ,our life produces fruits and flowers4 ,oh6 lead us to that blissful shore1 ,where thorns and weeds are known no more1 ,where ,death can never reach the bowers1 ,to blast the fruit or blight the flowers6 ,,xxxi4 ,,labourer',s ,,hymn4 ,i bless ,thee1 ,lord1 in early spring1 ,when first the daisy decks the mead1 ,and in the furrowed ground we fling1 ,with hope and prayer1 the golden seed4 ,let children in life's spring-time days ,lift up their hearts in prayer and praise6 ,i bless ,thee in the summer heat1 ,when cattle seek the cooling streams1 ,and o'er green fields of waving wheat ,the sun pours down his ripening beams4 ,let man in life's bright summer days ,lift up his heart in prayer and praise6 ,i bless ,thee in the autumn morn1 ,when varied tints are on the leaves1 ,when gaily sounds the hunter's horn1 ,where reapers bind the golden sheaves4 ,let man in life's declining days ,lift up his heart in prayer and praise6 ,i'll bless my ,god in winter's gloom1 ,when ,nature sleeps beneath the snow2 ,oh6 grant that when1 beneath the tomb1 ,my body lies in slumber low1 ,thou wilt my soul to ,heaven raise1 ,where all is joy and all is praise6 ,,xxxii4 ,,wife',s ,,hymn4 ,help me1 ,lord ,jesus1 to fulfil ,the duties of a wedded wife1 ,obedient to my husband's will1 ,the joy and sunshine of his life4 ,upon my brow no angry cloud1 ,upon my lips no hasty word1 ,not one rebellious thought allowed1 ,his wishes to my own preferred4 ,help me to make my husband's home ,the calm abode of peace and love1 ,where strife and discord ne'er may come1 ,a type of that we seek above4 ,to walk together in ,thy sight1 ,to share each other's joys and woes1 ,together pray at dawn of light1 ,together praise at evening's close2 ,each ready1 when temptation lowers1 ,with gentle counsel1 kindly aid2 ,lord ,jesus6 let such lot be ours1 ,oh1 bless the tie which ,thou hast made6 ,united 8until death us part10 ,not death the ,christian bond can sever2 ,who love ,thee here with faithful heart1 ,with ,thee shall live1 and love for ever6 ,,xxxiii4 ,,hymn ,,of ,,industry4 ,not alone in ,god's house1 or in seasons of prayer1 ,must the power of a ,christian's religion be shown1 ,at his home1 at his counter1 and everywhere ,must the strength of his faith by his actions be known2 ,for the clear path of duty is marked in ,god's ,word1 8,be not slothful in business1 but serving the ,lord40 ,not slothful in business6 ,god wills that we toil1 ,from the claims of our calling permits no retreat1 ,though indolence may from the sentence recoil1 8,if the hand will not labour1 the mouth should not eat20 ,faith to industry must but new motive afford1 8,be not slothful in business1 but serving the ,lord40 ,yes1 serving the ,lord2 'mid our toils and our cares ,may we never forget the great ,master we serve1 ,who the mansions of light for ,his people prepares2 ,for though man from his ,maker can nothing deserve1 ,god hath graciously promised ,himself to reward ,their labours of love who are 8serving the ,lord40 ,to the hand ever prompt in the business of life1 ,but which never would close over fraudulent gain1 ,to the heart firm and strong in the world's busy strife1 ,which can holy1 and humble1 and faithful remain1 ,god in life and in death will ,his blessing accord1 8,be not slothful in business1 but serving the ,lord40 ,,xxxiv4 ,,social ,,hymn4 ,how beautiful is ,nature's face6 ,god made all things so fair1 ,each keeps its own allotted place1 ,nor hate1 nor strife are there4 ,the hill and the plain1 ,the grass and forest tree1 ,the mighty waters of the main1 ,the lily on the lea1-- ,the sunny sky is over all1 ,and all is harmony4 ,so in the social world we stand ,in ,god's appointed way1 ,and some ,he destines to command1 ,and others to obey4 ,the rich and the poor1 ,the lowly and the great1 ,the peasant at his cottage door1 ,the ,sovereign in her state1-- ,one holy tie uniteth all ,who on one ,master wait4 ,how glorious is the mountain height1 ,whence kindly streamlets flow ,to bless the peaceful valleys1 bright ,with bending corn below6 ,the fair mountain-crown ,shall envy assail1 ,or pride trample down ,the harvest of the vale8-- ,the unity in ,nature's world ,in ,man's world should prevail4 ,oh6 let not ,satan overthrow ,the order ,god designed2 ,the seeds of bitter envy sow1 ,and pride1 among mankind4 ,let rich love the poor1 ,the humble bless the great1 ,the servant guard the master's store1 ,the monarch serve the state1-- ,each--in his separate sphere--to ,god ,his talents consecrate4 ,,xxxv4 ,,national ,,hymn4 ,o ,god of ,hosts1 our fathers' ,god1 ,thy blessing on our country shed1 ,watch o'er the land our sires have trod1 ,watch o'er the land our sons will tread4 ,we pray for our ,jerusalem1 ,keep discord from her homes afar1 ,let thy strong arm deliver them ,from famine1 pestilence1 and war4 ,though ,britain spurns th' invader's sword ,as her white cliffs repulse the tide1 ,we would our grateful hearts1 ,o ,lord6 ,lift up in praise1 and not in pride4 ,the race is not unto the swift1 ,nor is the battle to the strong2 ,success and safety are ,thy gift1 ,the glory must to ,thee belong4 ,let our dear land in safety rest1 ,her people happy1 loyal1 free1 ,blest amongst nations--still most blest ,in that pure faith which leads to ,thee6 ,,xxxvi4 ,,soldier',s ,,hymn4 ,holy warfare1 ,lord1 is mine ,against a foe ,i cannot see1-- ,oh6 aid me with ,thy grace divine1 ,thy faithful soldier let me be4 ,thy armour--faith and righteousness1 ,thy holy ,word within my hand1 ,when fierce temptations round me press ,let me thy faithful soldier stand4 ,should false shame lure me to deny ,the truth1 or waver in the right1 ,let me the insidious foe defy1 ,and as ,thy faithful soldier fight4 ,and oh6 when death's keen shafts descend1 ,and failing pulse1 and glazing eye1 ,warn that the conflict soon must end1 ,thy faithful soldier let me die6 ,washed in ,thy blood1 let me appear ,where crowns are to the conquerors given1-- ,through ,christ alone we triumph here1 ,or wear the victor's wreath in ,heaven6 ,,xxxvii4 ,,the ,,wise ,,men ,,from ,,the ,,east4 8,where is thy new-born ,lord1 ,o ,judah8 ,zion--where thy ,king8 ,the treasures of our distant land to ,him we tribute bring2 ,lo6 in the ,east we saw ,his star1 the day-spring from on high1 ,and we have come to worship ,him enthroned in majesty60 ,thus spake the ,eastern sages1 thus the pious ,gentiles spake1 ,but ,judah would not know her ,lord1 ,his people would not wake2 ,the earth's ,creator was on earth1 unnoticed or forgot1 ,the ,saviour came unto ,his own1 ,his own received ,him not4 ,the ,gentile world that lay in darkness1 they have seen the light1 ,wherefore doth ,zion turn away on whom it rose so bright6 ,oh6 thou that bearest joyful tidings1 why so mute art thou8 ,lift up thy voice1 ,jerusalem1 behold thy ,saviour now6 ,oh6 joy to those who seek ,messiah while ,he may be found2 ,again the heavenly harbinger sheds its soft lustre round1 ,not on proud tower or stately palace streams the radiance mild1 ,but where the carpenter's meek wife bends o'er her blessed ,child4 ,hail1 ,mary1 highly-favoured1 hail6 ,god's power o'ershadoweth thee1 ,blessed amongst all women thou in thy humility6 ,yea1 rather blessed they who seek ,christ's precepts to fulfil1-- ,his mother1 brethren1 sisters1 they who know and do ,his will4 ,the sages to the infant ,saviour bring their offerings meet1 ,rich odours fill the perfumed air1 gold glitters at ,his feet2 ,oh6 happy thus ,his poverty's sharp trial to defer1 ,to minister to ,him who came to all to minister6 ,may we not deem when ,he in glory comes1 th' eternal ,lord ,will all those offerings of faith remember and reward1-- ,that richer than the wealth of worlds that hallowed gold will be1 ,those sacred odours fragrance breathe through all eternity8 ,but now the ,saviour sits enthroned above the ,seraphim2 ,when all creation owns his sway1 and angels worship ,him1 ,can our poor gifts acceptance find before ,his glorious throne8 ,the earth is ,his and all therein1 not e'en our lives our own4 ,lo6 here the 8,man of sorrows0 representatives hath left1 ,the sick1 the prisoners1 the poor1 of all but hope bereft2 ,aid to 8the least of these ,his brethren0 to the ,lord is given1 ,off'rings of love to those ,he loves1 ,he will accept in ,heaven4 ,but still the noblest gift that man can lay before ,god's throne ,is the rich tribute of a heart that trusts in ,him alone2 ,the poorest--least--this gift may bring1 but oh6 it will outweigh ,the treasures of the universe upon the judgment-day6 ,,xxxviii4 ,,song ,,of ,,hope4 ,how highly blest were those who saw ,on earth their gracious ,lord1 ,who dared approach ,his sacred form1 ,who listened to ,his word1 ,whose faith the ,son of ,god approved1-- ,whom the ,redeemer saw1 and loved6 ,disciples hearkening to the voice ,which reached the inmost soul1 ,that voice which could awake the dead1 ,the winds and waves control2 ,who heard--oh6 more than happiness-- ,those accents pardon1 praise1 or bless6 ,who gazed on that soul-searching eye1 ,which every thought foresaw1 ,from whose calm power the hypocrite ,shrank with instinctive awe1-- ,yet saw on them its glances fixed ,with tender mercy--love unmixed6 ,and may not such ecstatic bliss ,be granted e'en to me8 ,though death destroy this mortal flesh1 ,these eyes my ,god shall see1 ,when coming in the clouds of light ,his glory bursts upon my sight6 ,to hear the ,saviour's voice of love ,pronounce the gracious word1 8,come1 blessed of ,my ,father1 come1 ,enter the kingdom of your ,lord20 ,to meet the smile in eyes divine-- ,oh6 can such rapture e'er be mine6 ,it may1 it may1 it is prepared ,for all who love ,him here1 ,who humbly search ,his written word1 ,and serve with faith and fear2 ,they all shall see ,messiah's face ,radiant with glory1 love1 and grace6 ,the hand that guides their course on earth ,shall wipe all tears away1 ,the light which cheers their thorny path ,shall flash to perfect day2 ,where ,jesus reigns ,his saints shall be1 ,with ,him through all eternity6 ,,xxxix4 ,,the ,,fearful ,,heart4 8,lord1 carest ,thou not that we perish60 ,cried his followers in agonized fear1 ,when the black stormy sky1 ,and the waves dashing high1 ,made death with its terrors seem near4 ,the ,saviour awoke from ,his slumber-- ,he spake1 and rebuked the rude main2 ,though the wild cry for aid ,feeble faith had betrayed1 ,e'en that cry was not uttered in vain4 8,lord1 careth ,thou not that we perish60 ,this oft is the cry of despair1 ,when affliction's waves roll1 ,and the agonized soul ,scarce can breathe forth her anguish in prayer4 ,yet the ,saviour is watching beside us1 ,his eye cannot slumber or sleep1 ,the bark which he guides ,where ,his ,presence abides ,can never be wrecked on the deep4 ,oh6 how soon would our inward griefs vanish1 ,our souls fear no perils without1 ,could we hear ,his mild love ,thus our terrors reprove1 8,ye of little faith1 why did ye doubt80 ,,xl4 ,,conviction ,,of ,,sin4 ,when ,peter by the miracle ,knew his celestial guest1 ,at the ,redeemer's feet he fell ,by sense of guilt opprest2 8,depart60 he cried1 subdued and awed1 8,i am a sinful man1 ,o ,lord60 ,so must the wisest1 holiest1 best1 ,their past transgressions own1 ,and on the ,saviour's mercy rest ,their hopes of heaven alone2 ,to all applies the suppliant word1 8,have mercy on a sinner1 ,lord60 ,can vain thoughts1 covetous desires1 ,and proud presumptuous hearts1 ,endure the pure eye that requires ,truth in the inward parts8 ,self-righteousness1 deluding sin1 ,would shrink if light but streamed within4 ,nor deem we good deeds can atone ,for one--the smallest--sin2 ,that virtues1 in the balance thrown1 ,may ,god's acceptance win1-- ,on tainted works man dare not rest1 8,unprofitable0 at the best4 ,ne'er be the impious hope allowed2 ,no more let mortals aim ,from ,god1 or from themselves1 to shroud ,their helplessness and shame1 ,but at ,thy feet1 ,lord ,jesus1 fall1 ,like ,peter1 and confess it all6 ,the spotted leprosy of guilt ,within we must have seen1 ,ere we in faith cry1 8,if ,thou wilt1 ,lord6 ,thou canst make me clean60 ,oh6 let us first our frailty see ,then find our cure1 our all in ,thee6 ,,xli4 ,,the ,,sacred ,,guest4 ,when from the branches' leafy screen ,zaccheus on his ,master gazed1 ,what must his glad surprise have been ,when the ,lord's eye to him was raised6 ,christ singled out that one frail man ,from all the throng that round ,him pressed1 ,and to the slighted publican ,these gracious words the ,lord addressed4 8,make haste1 descend1 this day will ,i ,with thee abide40 ,zaccheus heard1 ,received his ,master joyfully1 ,and reaped the blessing of that word3 8,this day salvation to this home ,is come10 thus ,christ the blessing gave2 8,for lo6 the ,son of man is come ,that which was lost to seek and save60 ,mortal1 on earth though low-esteemed1 ,thou1 like the publican1 mayst be2 ,the eye that on ,zaccheus beamed ,may now be1 is now fixed on thee4 ,from ,him retirement is no screen1 ,thy insignificance no shroud2 ,and still all cold as thou hast been ,to thee the ,saviour speaks aloud4 8,lo6 at the door ,i stand and knock1 ,if any open unto ,me1 ,the portals of his heart unlock1 ,i1 even ,i1 his ,guest will be40 ,oh6 can that sacred ,guest in vain ,crave entrance to a sinner's heart2 ,can pride itself unmoved remain1 ,or madness pray ,him to depart8 ,no2 sure with grateful joy alone ,thou wilt thy ,lord and ,saviour meet1 ,within thy heart prepare ,his throne1 ,and pour thy treasures at ,his feet6 ,for think not ,christ thy ,guest can be ,unless thy works ,his presence prove1 ,as in ,zaccheus1 ,god in thee ,see acts of justice1 deeds of love4 ,pure is the heart if ,god be there1 ,that shrine no second lord receives2 ,christ suffers not ,his 8house of prayer0 ,to be the shameful 8den of thieves40 ,far from the temple that ,he loves ,he drives base passions1 selfish care1 ,with ,his own blood each stain removes1 ,then comes and dwells for ever there6 ,,xlii4 ,,the ,,mourner4 ,forth from the city gate of ,nain ,slow wends the funeral array1 ,and friends by love or pity led ,swell the procession on its way4 ,there from one closely shrouded form ,the deep low sobs convulsive burst-- ,the widow mourns her only son1 ,and grief for her has done its worst4 ,the ,saviour meets the sorrowing one1 ,and they that bear the bier stand still1 ,the voice of grief is hushed in awe1 ,and all in silence wait ,his will4 ,the 8,man of ,sorrows0 sees her woe1 ,he who knew grief1 for grief can feel2 ,weep not1 thou mourner1 ,christ is near1 ,as ,man to pity1 ,god to heal4 ,he speaks the word1 and death obeys3 ,is it the breeze that stirs the shroud8 ,the stiffened limbs relax1 they move ,with new and wondrous life endowed4 ,life dawns upon the ashen cheek1 ,through each cold vein life's currents run1 ,the dead man rises from his bier-- ,the widow clasps her living son6 ,oh6 ye bereaved ones1 whose sad tears ,some loved and lifeless form bedew1 ,the ,eye that saw and pitied her ,looks in compassion down on you2 ,although no miracle at once ,your loved one to your arms restore1 ,that voice which waked the widow's son ,shall bid him live1 to die no more4 ,,xliii4 ,,the ,,christian ,,bond4 ,when in our breasts we feel the flame of love1 ,kindled by heaven1 becoming dim and low1 ,when cold our feelings are to ,god above1 ,unsympathizing to ,his poor below1 ,when kindness seems a task1 and words impatient flow2 ,how shall we cherish love's declining light8 ,by drawing forth from memory's treasure-cave ,the recollection of that mournful night ,when ,jesus to the flock ,he died to save ,gave ,his last mild commands1 ,his parting blessing gave4 ,muse on the solemn scene1 till faith have power ,the inspired narrative to realize2 ,and round the board at evening's silent hour ,the chosen twelve appear1 their anxious eyes ,fixed on the ,lamb of ,god1 the spotless ,sacrifice4 ,lo6 on the bread ,his sacred hand he lays1 ,that hand so soon transfixed for them to be2 ,see the ,redeemer's sad uplifted gaze1 ,and hear the accents breathing mournfully1 8,this do ye in remembrance still of ,me60 ,nor this the sole command by ,christ then given ,to ,his disciples1 loved unto the last1 ,at that sad meeting1 when the ,lord of ,heaven ,beheld death's awful hour approaching fast1 ,the cross--the anguish which all mortal woe surpassed2 ,when ,he surveyed ,his small devoted band1 ,and all that ,he for them would suffer knew1 ,the ,saviour breathed that heavenly command1 ,that bond of union to ,his faithful few1 8,love one another e'en as ,i have loved you40 ,as ,i have loved you4 ,oh6 more than love1-- ,language can breathe1 and thought conceive no more2 ,it is not 8as thyself0--this mounts above ,all human feeling1 bids us higher soar1 ,gaze on the cross1 and feel the love a ,saviour bore6 ,and can we ever rudely tear aside ,the band ,messiah twined around ,his own8 ,envy1 resentment1 petulance1 or pride1 ,erase the mark by which ,his flock are known8 ,hath ,christ ne'er loved us1 to us no mercy shown8 ,,xliv4 ,,the ,,cure ,,at ,,gethsemane4 ,the awful night hath passed1 the day ,soon o'er the mountains will be breaking1 ,and from their sleep of sorrow now ,the ,saviour's followers are waking2 ,the ,lord hath risen from ,his knees1 ,his soul resigned on ,god relies1 ,the cup of vengeance now is full1 ,the ,victim waits the sacrifice4 ,hark6 hark6 what sounds the stillness break1-- ,the clouds of danger darken o'er ,him1 ,the traitor bands surround their ,lord1 ,and ,his betrayer stands before ,him4 ,then love bursts through the bonds of fear-- ,forth from the scabbard leaps the sword1 ,the apostle strikes the hasty blow ,to save--or to avenge his ,lord6 ,oh6 many a miracle of love ,the ,lord had wrought for souls believing1 ,now stilling storms1 now by ,his power ,the wants of multitudes relieving2 ,but the last miracle of ,christ1 ,ere to ,his fearful trial brought1 ,was wrought when captive and betrayed-- ,and for ,his persecutor wrought4 ,he touched the wound--and it was healed2 ,oh6 deed1 unmeasured love revealing2 ,ere it was nailed upon the cross ,that gracious hand's last touch was healing6 ,and when the lighter wrongs we bear ,rouse in our hearts vindictive fire1 ,shall not remembrance of that deed ,thrill on our souls1 and calm our ire8 ,sweet are the thoughts that wondrous cure ,wrought at ,gethsemane may yield us2 ,we1 too1 were rebels to our ,king1 ,and ,he1 though rebels1 touched and healed us4 ,let us to all men mercy show1 ,as we through only mercy live2 ,rejoice1 like ,christ1 the poor to bless1 ,like ,christ1 the guilty to forgive6 ,,xlv4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,the ,,communion4 ,at the foot of the ,cross where my ,saviour is bleeding1 ,by faith let me now with ,his followers bend2 ,let me hear for my pardon ,his voice interceding1 ,and see1 for my sins1 these dear life-drops descend4 ,as when ,his fierce murderers mocked and defied ,him1 ,the ,maries still clung to their ,master adored1 ,nor for thrones would have quitted their station beside ,him1 ,their long mournful watch by their crucified ,lord2 ,so1 unmoved by the scoffs of the foe and blasphemer1 ,i would muse upon all that my ,saviour hath borne2 ,permitted to watch by the dying ,redeemer1 ,and gaze on that pale brow encircled with thorn4 ,oh6 let such remembrance be present before me ,when called on the feast of ,his love to partake1 ,let my spirit commune with her ,lord now in glory1 ,and trembling behold what ,he bore for our sake6 ,,xlvi4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,the ,,dying4 ,the day of life is closing1 ,its last faint beam has fled2 ,yet faith1 on ,christ reposing1 ,can ,death's cold waters tread2 ,the dark sea spreads before me1 ,upon the brink ,i stand2 ,oh1 guide me1 ,lord of ,glory1 ,to ,heaven's blissful strand6 ,to ,thee1 ,lord1 ,i flee1 ,my trust is in ,thee2 8,o death1 where is thy sting8 ,o grave1 thy victory80 ,no longer here detain me1 ,i hear my ,saviour's voice1 ,i feel ,his arm sustain me1 ,i triumph and rejoice6 ,the ,lord will bless for ever ,those who ,his love have known1 ,nor life1 nor death shall sever ,the ,saviour from ,his own6 ,victorious and free ,his people shall be2 8,o death1 where is thy sting8 ,o grave1 thy victory80 ,,xlvil ,,death ,,is ,,not ,,dreadful4 ,death is not dreadful1 no6 ,though sad affection weeps1 ,the grave is but the cradle where ,the future seraph sleeps1 ,and smiling ,faith her watch above ,the peaceful slumberer keeps4 ,death is not dreadful1 no6 ',twere terrible to die1 ,e'en to the best1 if called to stand ,before the ,deity ,bare in their guilt1--without a friend ,to meet the ,judge's eye4 ,but oh6 the weakest saint ,may fearless pass the flood1 ,his robe shall shine as white as light ,washed in his ,saviour's blood2 ,the ,judge ,himself shall plead his cause1 ,who as his ,surety stood4 ,death is not dreadful1 no6 ,it bids us reap at last ,the joyful harvest of our tears1 ,our toils and trials past2 ,it gives us our inheritance1 ,how glorious and how vast6 ,death is not dreadful1 no6 ,it is the ,saviour's voice ,calling ,his lambs unto the fold2 ,they hear it1 and rejoice3 ,in life or death 8to be with ,christ0 ,this is ,his servants' choice4 ,so1 when the long night comes1 ,in peace they close their eyes1 ,humbly confiding in ,his care ,whose love all change defies1-- ,bowing to ,his ,almighty will1 ,all-merciful1 ,all-wise4 ,then welcome be the night ,preceding endless day1 ,thrice blessed the ,gospel's glorious light1 ,that chased its gloom away1 ,and showed us life beyond the tomb ,in ,christ1 the sinner's ,stay4 ,,xlviii4 ,,never ,,forsaken4 ,why dread the future1 trembling one1 ,since whatsoe'er the griefs it bring1 ,a ,father's voice pronounced the fate ,it bears upon its rapid wing8 ,canst thou not trust thy earthly hopes ,to ,him in whom thy soul confides2 ,nor cast thy cares upon thy ,lord ,when angels whisper 8,god provides40 8,why for the morrow take ye thought80 ,the ,god of truth and mercy said2 ,his gracious arm supports thee now1 ,his sheltering wing is o'er thee spread2 ,he ne'er forgets ,his human pangs-- ,the stricken soul1 the tortured limb-- ,nor gives a moment's needless pain ,to those who love and trust in ,him6 ,what dost thou fear1 what dost thou dread8 ,the rushing wind--the billow's roar8 ,the gale1 though rude1 by love is sent ,to speed thy course to ,heaven's shore4 ,more fatal were a death-like calm2 ,the stormy voyage not long can last1 ,the ,saviour's welcome overpays ,a thousand-fold the perils past4 ,fear not1--what should ,god's children fear8 ,the dreaded clouds may roll away2 ,unnumbered mercies oft received ,should strengthen faith to trust to-day4 ,enough--without the ,lord's consent ,none from thy head one hair can sever2 ,enough--thou art the ,almighty's care2 ,afflicted1 but forsaken never6 ,,xlix4 ,,thy ,,father',s ,,friend4 ,forsake not thou thy father's friend1 ,forsake not thou thine own2 ,though care and grief his form may bow1 ,and frosts of age be on his brow1 ,and like a leafless willow now ,he stand on earth alone4 ,forsake not thou thy father's friend1 ,revere the hoary head2 ,thou may'st have little to bestow ,to lessen want1 or lighten woe1 ,but who does not the solace know ,which kindly words can shed6 ,forsake not thou thy father's friend2 ,so when thy strength is o'er1 ,may'st thou ne'er want a friend in need1 ,thy age to cheer1 thy footsteps lead1 ,but he who is a 8,friend indeed0 ,be thine for evermore6 ,l4 ,,fear ,,of ,,god ,,and ,,fear ,,of ,,man4 ,the fear of ,god most high-- ,it is a holy fear2 ,it makes us pass through life as those ,who know their ,lord is near4 ,the fear of sinful man-- ',tis a debasing fear1 ,shame will be theirs who dare not brave ,a censure or a sneer4 ,it was the fear of ,god ,by which the ,hebrews three ,undaunted met the tyrant's frown-- ,unmoved the flames could see4 ,it was the fear of man ,weak ,pilate's breast within1 ,that stained his hands with guiltless blood1 ,his soul with blackest sin4 ,no courage is like that ,which steadfast faith bestows2 ,with ,god our ,friend1 we would be safe ,were all the world our foes6 ,faith but the duty sees ,where doubt would danger scan2 ',tis through the fear of ,god alone ,we crush the fear of man4 ,,li4 ,,the ,,sinners' ,,portion4 ,who ,wisdom's path forsakes ,leaves all true joy behind2 ,he who the peace of others breaks1 ,no peace himself shall find4 ,flowers above and thorns below1 ,little pleasure1 lasting woe1 ,such is the fate that sinners know4 ,the drunkard gaily sings ,above his foaming glass1 ,but shame and pain the revel brings ,ere many hours can pass4 ,flowers above and thorns below1 ,little pleasure1 lasting woe1 ,such is the fate that sinners know4 ,the thief may count his gains2-- ,if he the sum could see ,of future punishment and pains1 ,sad would his reckoning be4 ,flowers above and thorns below1 ,little pleasure1 lasting woe1 ,such is the fate that sinners know4 ,the ,sabbath-breaker spurns ,what ,wisdom did ordain2 ,god's rest to ,satan's use he turns1 ,a blessing to a bane4 ,flowers above and thorns below1 ,little pleasure1 lasting woe1 ,such is the fate that sinners know4 ,o ,lord1 to ,thee we pray1 ,do ,thou our faith increase1 ,make us to walk in ,wisdom's way1 ,the only way of peace6 ,for flowers above and thorns below1 ,little pleasure1 lasting woe1 ,such is the fate that sinners know4 ,,lii4 ,,death-,,bed ,,hymn4 ,standing upon the awful brink1 ,almost too faint to pray or think1 ,thou who canst pain and fear control1 ,my ,god1 have mercy on my soul6 ,a chilling gloom ,i feel within1 ,a trembling consciousness of sin2 ,i cannot to my mind recall ,what sins--but ,thou hast marked them all4 ,oh1 let my soul some promise hear ,from ,thy blest ,word to calm her fear2 ,oh1 bid this doubt1 this anguish cease-- ,my ,saviour say1 8,depart in peace60 ,thou know'st ,i loved ,thee1--weak might be ,my faith--but it was fixed on ,thee2 ,thou didst a gracious promise make-- ,oh1 save me for ,thy mercy's sake6 ,methinks ,i hear my ,lord reply3 8,fear not1 for ,i am ever nigh2 ,in life--in death--beyond the grave-- ,my arm shall guide1 support1 and save4 8,thy ransom hath been paid by love1 ,thy mansion is prepared above2 ,no power of death1 or hell1 or sin1 ,from ,me one pardoned soul shall win60 ,,liii4 ,,save ,,one6 ,souls are perishing before thee1 ,save--save one6 ,it may be thy crown of glory1 ,save--save one6 ,from the waves that would devour1 ,from the raging lion's power1 ,from destruction's fiery shower1 ,save--save one6 ,not in thine own strength confiding1 ,save--save one2 ,faith and prayer thy efforts guiding1 ,save--save one6 ,none can e'er1 unless possessing ,heavenly aid and heavenly blessing1 ,to the work of mercy pressing1 ,save e'en one4 ,who the worth of souls can measure8 ,save--save one6 ,who can count the priceless treasure8 ,save--save one6 ,like the stars shall shine1 for ever ,they who faithfully endeavour ,dying sinners to deliver1 ,save--save one6 ,,liv4 ,,new ,,year',s ,,hymn1 ,,written ,,at ,,the ,,time ,,of ,,the ,,indian ,,mutiny1 #aheg4 ,in the year that hath passed o'er us1 ,many suffered woe and pain2 ,time can ne'er the brave restore us1 ,far in distant ,india slain4 ,praying1 praising1 ,saints have joined the martyr-train4 ,but another year is dawning1 ,we are spared its light to see2 ,may each blessing1 may each warning1 ,draw us nearer1 ,lord1 to ,thee-- ,like ,thy martyrs ,faithful unto death to be6 ,may ,thy ,word1 salvation bringing1 ,shine where darkness now appears2 ,plenteous be the harvest springing1 ,that was sown in blood and tears2-- ,light from darkness1 ,joy from sorrow1 hope from fears6 ,blessed hope now set before us1 ,satan's slaves shall burst their thrall1 ,all the nations join the chorus ,to the ,lord who died for all2-- ,ransomed millions ,at the ,saviour's feet shall fall6 ,,poems4 #a4 ,,the ,,indian ,,maid4 ,the leading incidents in this poem are historical4 ,the descendants of ,pocahontas are still to be found1 ,i believe1 in the ,united ,states4 ,through the majestic forest shade ,the light of morn is faintly shining1 ,scarce straggling through the twilight made ,by leafy boughs entwining2 ,as ,nature1 from the birth of ,time1 ,deep in this lone sequestered wood1 ,had formed herself a bower sublime1 ,where she might dwell with solitude1 ,and list the wild bird's note1 nor fear ,man's guilty foot could wander here1 ,or war's unhallowed trumpet wake ,the slumbering echoes1 rudely break ,the solemn1 deep1 unearthly still1 ,which to a stranger's soul must thrill ,a sense of awe--as though he trod ,a temple consecrate to ,god6 ,yet war can penetrate e'en here ,to blight the beauties of creation1 ,till ,nature's calmest scenes appear ,dark haunts of desolation4 ,the murderer's sword hath left the sheath1 ,when from the bright pure heaven above1 ,and smiling earth1 there seemed to breathe ,but peace1 and joy1 and love4 ,and even now1 when blushing morn1 ,on rosy clouds by zephyrs borne1 ,comes in her laughing loveliness ,the world to brighten and to bless1 ,it were more meet that heaven should shroud ,her radiant brow in some dark cloud1 ,and dewy tears of morning flow ,for scenes of blood on earth below6 ,see1 in the forest's thickest maze ,the dark-eyed ,indian tribes assembling1 ,free as the pure fresh breeze that plays ,on leaves around them trembling4 ,wild ,nature's wilder sons1--each brow ,the radiant sun of western lands ,hath kindled to a redder glow2 ,in painted pride the savage stands1 ,so differing in garb--in skin-- ,in mien--he scarce might seem akin ,to ,europe's sons1 did we not trace ,in the dark features of his face ,the same fierce passions1 which declare ,the race of ,adam here and there1 ,and prove1 alas6 we share with all ,one common origin1 and fall6 ,but what white-bosomed victim here ,stands bound1 a cruel death awaiting1 ,the dreadful preparations near ,now firmly contemplating1-- ,now raising calm his thoughtful eye ,where1 through the boughs that intervene ,of ,nature's verdant canopy1 ,bright glimpses are of heaven seen8 ,reflects he on the murderous doom ,which destines him a bloody tomb1 ,sudden cut off1 before his time1 ,in honour's course1 in manhood's prime1-- ,on projects that with him must die1 ,hopes ripening to reality1 ,but blasted ere their fruits afford ,to science its well-earned reward8 ,or thinks he on the distant land ,to which life's earliest ties have bound him1 ,where last he grasped his father's hand1 ,and felt his mother's arms around him8 ,above these savage yells of death ,does memory hear the low deep prayer ,her trembling lips could scarcely breathe1 ,that ,god might shield him everywhere8 ',tis answered1 yes1 that prayer of love1 ,scarce heard on earth1 has reached above6 ,though fixed his doom1 though ,death e'en now ,stands prompt--he may not strike the blow6 ,twice did the trembling compass#b give ,a respite1--wonder bade him live2 ,but other succour now must save ,the hero from untimely grave4 ,for lo6 behold1 with savage joy ,his foes their victim now surrounding1 ,eager to smite and to destroy1 ,the woods with yells resounding6 ,calm and resigned he kneels in dust1 ,lays on the stone his manly head1 ,and waits the crushing blows1 that must ,number him with the dead2 ,when1 like the bright celestial bow ,which1 when the angry tempests blow1 ,and heaven's bolts from high are hurled-- ,speaks peace and mercy to the world-- ,forward here springs an ,indian maid1 ,as light as fawn in forest glade1 ,her cheek with generous ardour glowing1 ,o'er her slight form the dark hair flowing1 ,while firm resolve1 and feeling high1 ,sparkle in her soul-speaking eye4 8,o ,father1 spare the chief60 she cries1 ,before her parent interceding1 ,her claspd hands1 and eloquent eyes1 ,more than her accents pleading2 8,was he not brave in war1 and kind ,and true in peace8 did he e'er break ,the solemn wampum league1 or bind ,the captive to the stake8 ,for him a wife afar may sigh1 ,a lonely mother mourning die1 ,for who shall now with sounding bow ,bring down for them the elk or roe1 ,whose hatchet shall defend their home ,when hostile tribes with war-cries come6 ,oh6 spare the white chief1 that his voice ,his wife's sad bosom may rejoice2 ,oh6 spare him1 that his hand may dry ,the teardrop in his mother's eye60 ,but stern the ,indian's answer2 vain ,her pleading words1 her warm endeavour1 ,the murderers' clubs are raised again ,to crush the brave for ever6 ,lo6 from her knees the maiden springs1 ,rapid as lightning's flash above1 ,as guardian angels spread their wings ,o'er mortals that they love1 ,around the ,doomed her arms are thrown1 ,his form protected by her own1 ,with him will she the worst await1 ,and save his life1 or share his fate6 8,strike him60 she cries1 8but 'neath the blow ,his blood and mine shall mingled flow2 ,strike him6 but in the spirit-land ,with him shall ,pocahontas stand1 ,nor live to say her tribe hath slain ,the chief for whom she prayed in vain60 ,there is a spell in woman's eye ,when1 injured ,virtue's cause defending1 ,her soul is roused to energy1 ,vigour with sweetness blending6 ,soft plumes that tremble in the air ,have formed a breastplate strong to save1 ,and woman's heart will oft-times dare ,what might appal the brave6 ,e'en the rude ,indians feel the power ,of courage equal to the hour1 ,catch virtues warm inspiring glow ,and more than mercy asked1 bestow4 ,rise1 ,briton1 rise1 both safe and free1 ,with life receive back liberty2 ,spring from the spot of sacrifice ,from which thou ne'er didst hope to rise2 ,or rather1 once more prostrate fall ,to bless the ,god who saved from all6 ,not long the dark-eyed maiden hears ,his grateful words of deep devotion1 ,they part--to meet in future years ,beyond the heaving ocean4 8,go1 stranger1 to thy distant home10 ,thus flowed her simple1 wild farewell1 8,when thy pale tribes to greet thee come1 ,then of the ,red man's mercy tell6 ,and when the round sun leaves the sky ,to light the ,indian forests high1 ,say thou hast left a daughter there1 ,and bid him here thy greetings bear6 ,and oh6 if e'er a ,red man be ,thy captive1 then remember me2 ,if weary-footed ,indian pray ,for shelter1 turn not thou away1 ,but to my race a father be1 ,as thou hast found a child in me60 ,sweet maid6 she little dreamed how near ,the hour when she--a captive mourning-- ,a ,briton's voice her grief would cheer1 ,the ,white man's debt returning2 ,when ,rolfe with tenderest care essayed ,the maiden's flowing tears to dry1 ,until captivity he made ,more sweet than liberty6 ,amidst her grief1 amidst her fear1 ,love's melting tones first reached her ear1 ,and oh6 has life one dark distress ,that sweet voice cannot soothe or bless6 ,it was as though the raging blast ,had o'er some silent harp-strings past1 ,and waked so soft1 so wild a strain 7,as joy still owes its zest to pain71 ,the spirit of the storm drew near1 ,closed his dark wings1 and paused to hear6 ,and with ,rolfe's heart she learned to share ,his hopes1 on heavenward pinion soaring1 ,and with him knelt in humble prayer1 ,the ,christian's ,god adoring4 ,the sacred tie has made them one1 ,that tie which death alone can part1 ,love's circlet on her hand hath shone1 ,love's torch within her heart2 ,and she hath quitted that wild shore ,her tearful eyes shall view no more1 ,and1 wafted by the western wind1 ,left all that once she loved behind4 ,honours in ,albion's isle attend ,the ,indian bride1 the captive's friend2 ,from royal lips#c her praises sound1 ,her generous deed with fame is crowned4 ,but precious to her soul1 above ,all fame1 her husband's smile of love1 ,or ,smith's proud glance1 when she would claim ,once more a daughter's cherished name4 ,but oh6 how close the sacred ties ,that to our native country bind us1 ,in foreign scenes the heart still sighs ,for dearer left behind us6 ,she longed to see the waving woods1 ,her dark-haired sire1 her ,indian shore1 ,her spirit yearned to cross the floods ,and view her native soil once more4 ,but ere the vessel left the strand1 ,sickness1 with damp and heavy hand ,stayed the fair wanderer1 like a spell ,unseen1 but irresistible1 ,for death in his pale bark had come ,to waft her to a brighter home4 ,brief was the passage1 but how vast ,the space in those short seconds past6 ,one moment ,rolfe in wild distress ,hung o'er her fading loveliness1 ,met her long dying gaze of love1 ,saw her pale lips in blessing move1 ,the next--and her immortal soul ,had crossed the floods1 and reached the goal1 ,and he was left to mourn its flight1 ,till death1 that severed them1 should reunite6 ,,ii4 ,,blanche4 ,life's deep afflictions not alone demand ,devout submission to th' ,almighty's will1 ,the flower nursed by dew1 by breezes fanned1 ,yet may the slow-corroding canker kill1 ,while all around it smiles1 it fadeth still2 ,such is the thankless heart which--pleasure-cloyed-- ,turns from surrounding good to fancied ill1 ,and forms within itself a cheerless void ',mid blessings unacknowledged1 pleasures unenjoyed4 ,oh6 deem ye not them sufferers alone ,whom poverty consumes1 or cares oppress1 ,who mourn o'er health departed1 hopes o'erthrown1 ,or--severed from a parent's fond caress-- ,find the world changed into a wilderness2 ,as deep the desolation of a mind 7,with all to cheer it1 and with all to bless7 ,that1 to its own self-fostered gloom resigned1 ,rejects the happiness ,god bade it seek and find4 ,my parents1 faithful soldiers of the ,cross1 ,had o'er successive offspring closed the tomb1 ,and--ere my infant heart could know its loss-- ,they too had sunk beneath the mortal doom1-- ,my life1 in sorrow passed1 commenced in gloom4 ,yet friends were left2 the patriarch of our line ,for my sake would a parent's cares resume1 ,and his mild consort1 then in life's decline1 ,as she had watched my father's youth would watch o'er mine4 ,with tenderness did they their charge fulfil1 ,in the retirement of a peaceful spot2 ,but ah6 not theirs the strength to curb the will1 ,to train ,christ's soldier for a trying lot4 ,offences gently chidden--and forgot1 ,the wavering denial1 weak delay1 ,and threat--by punishment succeeded not1 ,marred in the morn the promise of the day1 ,the ,christian child's first lesson should be to obey4 ,cruel1 misjudging tenderness6 how soon ,the plant by weakness nursed bore fruit in woe6 ,the branch which love with gentle hand might prune1 ,reserved to fall 'neath ,god's chastising blow6 ,can they the toils of warfare undergo ,whose childhood knows no wish ungratified8 ,oh6 check the first advances of the foe1 ,stay at the source the quickly-swelling tide1-- ,from reason's dawn must thou for good or ill decide4 ,time fleeted by1--,i was a child no more1 ,but with my growth1 alas6 the evil grew4 ,i loved creation's wonders to explore1 ,but on the world within ne'er fixed my view4 ,eager the paths of science to pursue1 ,by praise encouraged1 and by pride impelled1 ,the charmd task each day would ,i renew1 ,and1 while my bosom with vainglory swelled1 ,measured myself by those ,i deemed that ,i excelled4 ,and was ,i happy8 no1 the unbridled mind ,may soar too freely through the fields of air1 ,in its own liberty a bondage find2 ,my spirits were not bound by earthly care1 ,no loss had ,i to weep1 no frowns to bear4 ,my own enjoyment was my single aim1 ,i sought it upon earth1 nor found it there1 ,satiety and disappointment came1-- 8,oh1 that ,i were a man to win the meed of fame60 ,i longed for something lofty--undefined-- ,a kindred soul to mingle with my own1 ,a destiny more worthy of a mind ,now amidst uncongenial spirits thrown4 ,by friends surrounded--yet ,i stood alone3 ,self was the gilded idol ,i adored2 ,had ,i ,christ's strength and my own weakness known1 ,soon had that idol felt the gospel sword1 ,low levelled in the dust before my conquering ,lord6 ,yet was ,i ardent in religious cause1 ,impiety ,i scorned--denounced--despised2 ,no warrior his holy weapon draws ,with zeal more fervent than ,i exercised ,when faithlessness in others ,i chastised2 ,my spirit kindled at the martyr's tale1 ,there were my dreams of glory realized2 ,oh6 where their faith prevailed would mine prevail1 ,could soul so ardent in the fiery trial fail8 ,i felt not then that in life's loneliest way ,a glorious warfare may the ,christian wage2 ,humbly to honour1 meekly to obey1 ,in charity's mild duties to engage1 ,and gently soothe the fretfulness of age1-- ,such is the sacred post to woman given2 ,home is her battle-field2 the strife must rage ,till sin and self are from their empire driven3 ,will not the victor rest with martyr-saints in heaven8 ,with weariness ,i viewed my rural life1 ,hid from a world in which ,i hoped to shine1-- ,better the press of care1 the toil of strife1 ,than thus in an insipid calm to pine1 ,watching my aged guardian's slow decline2 ,youth was1 ,i deemed1 the season for delight1 ,e'en should its sorrows with its joys be mine1 ,the deepest shadows mark the brightest light1 ,dim is the hour when both in one dull hue unite6 ,sin may invite the soul2 by discontent ,the wayward soul herself inviteth sin2 ,i sought a trial--,god the trial sent4 ,one formed a colder heart than mine to win1 ,lighted the soul-consuming torch within3 ,montoro sought my hand1 his lips revealed ,his love2 ,i felt another life begin1-- ,to fervent love must self his empire yield1-- ,no1 for that love itself was selfishness concealed6 ,what though ,montoro's highborn parents frowned ,upon his union with a lowly maid2 ,though upon means already slender found1 ,a second burden thus would now be laid1-- ,although with darkened sight1 and strength decayed1 ,my widowed grandsire claimed a daughter's care1-- ,what was it to a soul by passion swayed8 ,his lonely dwelling now must strangers share1 ,no daughter's voice to raise the hymn1 or join the prayer4 ',twas on a summer morn ,i left my home1 ,buoyant with hope and long-sought happiness1 ,yet did a feeling of misgiving come ,when1 folded in the old man's last caress1 ,he in his trembling accents strove to bless ,the child who left him lonely1 aged1 and blind ,e'en then my bosom would the thought oppress1 8,deserter from the post by ,god assigned1 ,wilt thou again on earth a love so faithful find80 ',twas but a transitory thought2 my soul ,exulted in an earthly paradise2 ,impetuous hope had reached its wished-for goal1 ,and ,i could bear to see the tear-drops rise ,within those dear and venerable eyes1 ,could joyous from my childhood's home depart2 ,for him ,i loved too great no sacrifice1 ,care had no weight1 and poverty no smart2 ,he was the treasure of my soul1 the idol of my heart6 ,time roused me slowly from my golden dream1 ,love1 born in smiles1 survived to mourn in tears2 ,earth's brightest blessings are not what they seem2 ,beneath the sober influence of years ,fancy's gay blossoms fade1 and truth appears4 ,when word or frown impatient care betrayed1 ,my wounded soul could not disguise her fears ,that now my lord with colder feelings weighed ,and felt the sacrifice which blinded love had made4 ,and what ,i felt ,i spoke2 my untamed soul ,the task of patient love had yet to learn1 ,each word1 each look1 each feeling to control1 ,harshness with meek submission to return1 ,by charms more lasting1 love more lasting earn1 ,this to my spirit was a task unknown2 ,my lip would quiver1 and my cheek would burn1 ,by glance reproachful and upbraiding tone ,i marred ,montoro's happiness--and crushed my own4 ,hardships and cares1 by eager love defied1 ,heavy upon my weary spirit pressed1-- ,the struggle between poverty and pride1-- ,ill could my temper bear the bitter test1 ,exhausted hope could find no place of rest2 ,i1 for the love of one1 had all resigned1 ,and now my heart in bitterness confessed1 ,though faithful love might yet remain behind1 ,it was no more the light of joy1 the sunbeam of the mind4 ,yet ,i content1 nay1 happy might have proved1 ,could ,i have meekly stooped the yoke to bear1 ,nor sought perfection in the man ,i loved2 ,but ,i had hoped a heaven on earth to share1-- ,too ardent hope rebounds into despair4 ,when pride or passion fix the nuptial chain1 ,time must the gilding from the fetters wear1-- ,love's golden links alone unchanged remain1 ,hallowed by faith1 to be renewed in ,heaven again4 ,i now approach the crisis of my woes4 ,one1 known in early life1 again ,i met2-- ,with proud disdain ,i had regarded those ,who--low by birth1 by nature lower--yet ,their upstart confidence in riches set2 ,and could ,i calmly ,agnes now behold ,her brow encircled with a coronet1 ,endure her haughty smile1 her greeting cold1 ,who owed her triumph solely to the power of gold8 ,i felt the press of poverty1 and she ,had only to desire--and to possess2 ,yet why should sight of her prosperity ,add to my cup one drop of bitterness8 ,her luxuries made not my comforts less4 ,i know it now1 though my deluded heart ,would then have scorned its weakness to confess2 ,envy had fixed within his venomed dart1 ,and love had no sweet balm to heal the wounded part4 ,hate's ready weapon1 ridicule1 ,i sought1 ,the lightest word may give the deepest wound1-- ,montoro's sparkling wit the impulse caught1 ,his jests1 by malice circulated round1 ,too soon a fatal destination found4 ,words are but breath1 but breath may kindle flame ,destined to level cities with the ground6 ,my ,god1 from ,thy dread wrath the judgment came1 ,but oh6 my guilt1 my wretchedness were still the same6 ,a fatal sword hung o'er my head unknown1 ,yawned at my feet a precipice unseen6 ,one morn ,montoro had gone forth alone1 ,methought there was a sadness in his mien1 ,and tender had his words at parting been2 ,a long fond kiss upon our babe he prest1 ,still in her cradle slumbering serene2 ,the tide of love gushed warmer in my breast1 ,his glance recalled the hours when first that love was blest4 ,thrice the accumulating mound of sand ,marked in my glass the hours that passed away1 ,i turned it listlessly with weary hand1 ,and marvelled at ,montoro's long delay3 ,heavy with mist and rain advanced the day2 ,my babe awoke and wept1 her cry of fear ,i strove to soothe with melancholy lay1 ,and bore her1 sobbing1 to the casement near1 ,and bade her infant accents call her father dear4 ,upon the dreary prospect forth ,i gazed2 ,poured from the lowering sky incessant rain1 ,the trees their dark and dripping branches raised1 ,reflected dimly on the flooded plain1 ,trickled the raindrops down the misty pane2 ,the wind in sudden gusts our dwelling shook1 ,then sank1 in mournful murmurs to complain2 ,with heavy heart the casement ,i forsook1 ,while to my early home her flight sad memory took4 8,where is the happiness ,i thought to find ,when forth ,i went1 a young rejoicing bride8 ,springs grief from earthly trials1 or a mind ,for ever restless and dissatisfied8 ,montoro's love outweighed the world beside1-- ,is it his wife's misfortune or her sin ,that petty cares so oft our hearts divide8 ,oh1 that another era might begin1 ,and life's storms but enhance the holy peace within6 8,my childhood's friend ,i in his age forsook1-- ,the old man sleeps beneath the grassy sod6 ,to frown of care is changed the joyous look ,with which ,montoro once life's garden trod2 ,god gave me life1--,i have not lived to ,god6 ,my threefold duties ,i neglected see1-- ,great ,god6 suspend awhile thy chastening rod6 ,oh1 come1 my husband1 life henceforth shall be ,devoted unto piety and thee60 ,he came--but oh6 how did ,montoro come8 ,why did ,i live to look on his return8 ,bleeding and pale they bore him to his home4 ,life glimmered faintly1--,i had yet to learn ,the hopeless grief that must for ever burn ,within the widow's desolated breast3 ,enough--mine eyes have seen ,montoro's urn2 ,one tie is left--one treasure still possest1-- ,the shadow of despair is cast on all the rest6 ,there is no wretchedness where sin is not1-- ,religion may relieve the darkest woes1 ,all--save remorse--be softened or forgot-- ,but where can she--the guilty--find repose1 ,whose anguish from her own transgression flows8 ,my pride--my envy bade ,montoro die1 ,his life embittered1 stained with blood its close6 ,aye1 weep ye who can weep--but ,i--but ,i ,my heart weeps tears of blood1 and yet mine eyes are dry6 ,,iii4 ,,pride4 ,proud--and of what6 poor vain and helpless worm ,crawling in weakness through thy life's brief term1 ,yet filled with thoughts presumptuous1 bold1 and high1 ,as though thy grovelling soul could scan the sky1 ,as though thy wisdom1 which can not foreshow ,what one day brings of coming weal or woe1 ,could pierce the depths of far futurity1 ,and all the wingd shafts of fate defy6 ,art proud of riches8 of the glittering dust ,each day may rob thee of1 and one day must1 ,when mines of wealth will purchase no delay1 ,when dust to dust must turn1 and clay to clay1 ,and nought remain to thee of all possest1 ,save one dark cell in earth's unconscious breast6 ,or proud of power8 on this little ball ,some petty tract may thee its master call1 ,some fellow-mortals1 bending lowly down1 ,bask in thy smile1 or tremble at thy frown2 ,great in the world's eyes1 in thine own how great1 ,how swells thy breast with conscious pride elate6 ,and art thou great8 lift up--lift up thine eyes1 ,survey the heavens1 gaze into the skies1-- ,view the fair worlds that glitter o'er thy head1 ,orb above orb in bright succession spread1 ,beyond the reach of sight1 the power of thought1-- ,then turn thy gaze to earth1 and thou art--nought2 ,the globe itself a speck--an atom thou6 ,oh1 child of dust1 shall pride exalt thee now8 ,in one thing only thou mayst glory still1 ,and let exulting joy thy bosom fill1-- ,glory in this--and what is all beside1-- ,that for this worm--this atom--,christ hath died6 ,does conscious genius fire thy haughty mind1 ,genius1 that raises man above his kind1 ,the lofty soul that soars on wing of fire1 ,while crowds at distance marvel and admire8 ,oh6 while the charmed world pays her homage just1 ,remember every talent is a trust1 ,a treasure ,god doth to thy care confide1 ,a cause for gratitude1 but none for pride4 ,if thou that precious talent misapply1 ,to spread the flood of infidelity1 ,to strew with flowers the paths which sinners tread1 ,to hide one treacherous snare by ,satan spread1-- ,how blest1 how great1 compared to thee1 the man ,whose life obscurely ends as it began1 ,to whose meek soul no knowledge ere was given ,save that--of all most high--that lifts the soul to ,heaven4 ,for1 as the sun's pure radiance1 streaming bright1 ,transcends the glow-worm's dim and fading light1 ,the wisdom to that man vouchsafed from high ,excells the earth-born fires that flash--and die6 ,oh6 where shall pride securely harbour then1 ,where urge his claims to rule the minds of men8 ,blest ,eden knew him not1--where all was fair1 ,where all was faultless1--pride abode not there4 ,the glorious angels are above his sway1 ,their bliss to minister--to serve--obey2 ,we--only we--poor children of a day1 ,tread haughtily the ground for our sakes curst1 ,and wear with pride the chains our ,surety burst6 ,would that the world could know and truly prize ,that which is great in the ,creator's eyes6 ,the poor man1 bending o'er his scanty store1 ,who1 with ,god's presence blest1 desires no more2 ,who feels his sins1 his weakness1 though his ways ,be just and pure beyond all human praise2 ,whose humble thoughts well with his prayer accord1 8,have mercy upon me1 a sinner1 ,lord60 ,who1 heir of an eternal1 heavenly throne1 ,rests all his hopes on ,christ1 and ,christ alone6 ,wisest of men--for he alone is wise2 ,richest of men--secure his treasure lies2 ,greatest of men--his mansion is on high2 ,his ,father--,god2 his portion--immortality6 ,,iv4 ,a ,,dream ,,of ,,the ,,second ,,advent4 ,i dreamed that in the stilly hush of night-- ,deep midnight--,i was startled from my sleep ,by a clear sound as of a trumpet6 ,loud ,it swelled1 and louder1 thrilling every nerve1 ,making the heart beat wildly1 strangely1 till ,all other senses seemed in hearing lost4 ,up from my couch ,i sprang in trembling haste1 ,cast on my garments1 wondering to behold ,through half-closed shutters sudden radiance gleam1 ,more clear1 more vivid than the glare of day6 ,what marvel1 then1 that with a breathless hope ,that gave me wings1 forth from my home ,i rushed1 ,though heaved the earth as if instinct with life1 ,its very dust awakening6 ,can it be-- ,is this the call1 8,behold the ,bridegroom comes60 ,comes ,he1 the long-expected--long-desired8 ,crowds thronged the street1 with every face upturned1 ,gazing into the sky--the flaming sky-- ,where every cloud was like a throne of light4 ,none could look back1 not even to behold ,if those beloved were nigh2 one thrilling thought ,rapt all the multitude--8,can ,he be near60 ,then cries of terror rose--,i scarcely heard2 ,and buildings shook1 and rocked1 and crashing fell-- ,i scarcely marked their fall2 the trembling ground ,rose like the billowy sea--,i scarcely felt ,the motion1 such intensity of hope-- ,joy--expectation--flooded all my soul1 ,a tide of living light1 o'erwhelming all ,the hopes and fears1 the cares and woes of earth6 ,could any doubt remain8 ,lo6 from afar ,a sound of 8,hallelujah60 ne'er before ,had mortal ear drunk in such heavenly strain1 ,save when on ,bethlehem's plain the shepherds heard ,the music of the skies6 ,behold6 behold6 ,like white-winged angels rise the radiant throng ,that from yon cemetery's gloomy verge ,have burst1 immortal--glorious--undefiled6 ,bright as the sun their crowns celestial shine1 ,yet ,i behold them with undazzled eye6 ,oh6 that yon glittering canopy of light ,would burst asunder1 that ,i might behold ,him whom so long1 not seeing1 ,i have loved6 ,it parted--lo6 it opened--as ,i stood ,with clasped hands stretched towards heav'n1 my eager gaze ,fixed on the widening glory6 ,suddenly1 ,as if the burden of the flesh no more ,could fetter down the aspiring soul to earth1 ,as if the fleshly nature were consumed-- ,lost in the glowing ecstasy of love-- ,i soared aloft1 ,i mounted through the air ,free as a spirit1 rose to meet my ,lord ,with such a cry of rapture--that ,i woke6 ,oh6 misery1 to wake in darkness1 wake ,from vision of unutterable joy1 ,instead of trumpet-sound and song of heaven1 ,to hear the dull clock measuring out time1 ,when ,i had seemed to touch eternity6 ,in the first pang of disappointed hope1 ,i wept that ,i could wake from such a dream4 ,until ,faith gently whispered1 8,wherefore weep ,to lose the faint dim shadow of a joy ,of which the substance shall one day be thine8 ,live in the hope1--that hope shall brighten life ,and sanctify it to its highest end40 ,fast roll the chariot wheels of time4 ,he comes6 ,the ,spirit and the ,bride expectant wait1-- ,even so come1 ,lord ,jesus6 ,saviour--come6 ,footnotes #a,the expression used by one who now rests in ,christ4 #b;,captain ,smith1 the captive here mentioned1 twice diverted the ,indians from their murderous intentions1 by drawing their attention to the marvels of the needle4 #c,pocahontas was presented to ,james ,i4 ,index to ,first ,lines4 ,,hymns4 ,a ,page ,after labour sweet is rest #cd ,a helpless sinner in ,thy sight #ci ,a holy warfare1 ,lord1 is mine #gi ,an angel of comfort from heaven sped #ah ,at the foot of the ,cross where my ,saviour is bleeding #ajb ,b ,before the morning's toil begin #di ,d ,day after day my weary task ,i ply #ea ,death is not dreadful1 no6 #ajf ,e ,earth's bright hopes must fade #ca ,ere our first parents fell1 the ground #fg ,f ,far from the friends to me most dear #ei ,father of ,heaven1 ,thy guidance we implore #dc 8,feed thou ,my lambs10 the ,saviour said #dg ,forsake not thou thy father's friend #aaa ,forth from the city gate of ,nain #ie ,h ,help me1 ,lord ,jesus1 to fulfil #ga ,how beautiful is ,nature's face6 #ge ,how highly blest were those who saw #he ,how swiftly flies man's mortal thread #da ,i ,i bless ,thee1 ,lord1 in early spring #fi ,i cannot see the sunny gleam #bc ,i dare not raise my guilty eye #ba ,i do not dare1 ,o holy ,lord #ae ,in daily rounds my constant course ,i keep #fa ,in the silence of night when the stars glimmer o'er me #eg ,in the year that hath passed o'er us #aba ,i've laid the earth above the child #bg ,i would not take what is not mine1 for hoards of wealth untold #ec ,l 8,lord6 carest ,thou not that we perish60 #hh ,n ,not alone in ,god's house1 or in seasons of prayer #gc ,now in the ,east ,hope's trembling light #bi ,o ,o ,god of ,hosts1 our fathers' ,god #gg ,s ,souls are perishing before thee #aai ,standing upon the awful brink #aag ,t ,the awful night hath passed1 the day #ajj ,the balmy spring awakes the flowers #ce ,the day of life is closing #ajd ,the fear of ,god most high #aac ,the precious blood of ,christ my ,lord #aa ,there is a sword of glittering sheen #cb ,there were fishermen once by the blue ,galilee #de ,the ,sabbath sun has risen high #ee ,the stately mansion riseth beneath the builder's hand #be ,the summer blossoms fast decay #ac ,to whom do ,i obedience owe #fc ,w ,when from the branches' leafy screen #ib ,when in our breasts we feel the flame of love #ig ,when on ,zion's hill we rest #cg ,when ,peter by the miracle #ij ,when shades of night around him close #af ,when verdant fields are seen no more #fe ,where is thy new-born ,lord1 ,o ,judah8 ,zion--where thy ,king8 #ha ,who wisdom's path forsakes #aae ,why dread the future1 trembling one #aji ,,poems4 ,i dreamed that in the stilly hush of night #aec ,life's deep afflictions not alone demand #acf ,proud--and of what6 poor vain and helpless worm #adi ,through the majestic forest shade #abe ,c4 ,nelson and ,sons' ,publications4 ,,history ,,and ,,travel4 ,,the ,,land ,,and ,,the ,,book4 ,with numerous ,illustrations4 ,by ,w4 ,m4 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