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PEACE of God, sweet peace of God!

Where broods on earth this gentle dove? Where spread those pure and downy wings To shelter him whom God doth love ?

Whence comes this blessing of the soul,
This silent joy which cannot fade ?
This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,
Pervading sorrow's deepest shade ?

The peace of God, the peace of God!
It shines as clear 'mid cloud and storm
As in the calmest summer day,
'Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.

O peace of God ! earth hath no power
To shed thine unction o'er the heart;
Its smile can never bring it here, -
Its frown ne'er bid its light depart.

Calm peace of God, in holy trust,
In love and faith, thy presence dwells, –
In patient suffering and toil
Where Mercy's gentle tear-drop swells.

Sweet peace, I see thy heavenly ray,
And long to light my taper there ;
Then should I meet the cares of life,
Like angels, answering to prayer.

Monthly Religious Magazine.




HAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil

Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines, For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's wild curfew shall from work asfoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy heart, and thy hand, and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least Aower, with a brimming cup may stand, And share its dew-drop with another near.

Mrs. E. B. Browning.


ORD, shall we grumble when thy Aames do

scourge us ?
Our fins breathe fire ; that fire returns to purge us.
Lord, what an alchymist art thou, whose skill
Transmutes to perfect good from perfect ill!

Francis Quarles.



TREMBLE not, though darkly gather

Clouds and tempests o'er thy sky,
Still believe thy Heavenly Father

Loves thee best when storms are nigh.

When the sun of fortune shineth

Long and brightly on the heart,
Soon its fruitfulness declineth,

Parched and dry in every part.

Then the plants of grace have faded

In the dry and burning soil ;
Thorns and briers their growth have shaded -

Earthly cares and earthly toil.

But the clouds are seen ascending ;

Soon the heavens are overcast; And the weary heart is bending

'Neath affliction's stormy blast.

Yet the Lord, on high presiding,

Rules the storm with powerful hand; He the shower of

grace is guiding, To the dry and barren land.

See, at length the clouds are breaking

Tempefts have not paffd in vain; For the soul, revived, awaking,

Bears its fruit and Aowers again.

Love divine has seen and counted

Every tear it caus'd to fall,
And the storm which love appointed,

Was its choicest gift of all.



N trouble and in grief, O God,

Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn

That round my footsteps lay.

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