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WAY for all that live! heal us by pain and lofs'; O
Fill all our years with toil, and bless us with thy
rod. Thy bonds bring wider freedom ; climbing, by the cross, Wins that brave height where looms the city of our
Hallow our wit with prayer : our mastery steep in meek
Pour on our study inspiration's holy light;
Met, there, mankind's great Brotherhood of Souls and
Powers, Raise thou full praises from its farthest corners dim; Pour down, O steadfast Sun, thy beams on all its tow
Roll through its world-wide spaces Faith's majestic
Come, age of God's own Truth, after man's age of
fables ! Seed sown in Eden, yield the nations' healing tree!
Ebal and Sinai, Mamre's tents, the Hebrew tables,
Fold of the tender Shepherd ! rise, and spread !
Rev. F. D. Huntington.
IFE'S mystery - deep, restless as the Ocean
Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro; Earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion
As in and out its hollow moanings flow; Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea, Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in thee !
Life's sorrows, with inexorable power,
Sweep desolation o'er this mortal plain ; And human loves and hopes fly as the chaff
Borne by the whirlwind from the ripened grain : Ah, when before that blast my hopes all flee, Let my soul calm itself, () Christ, in thee !
Between the mysteries of death and lite
Thou standest, loving, guiding - not explaining; We ask, and thou art filent - yet we gaze,
And our charmed hearts forget their drear complain
No crushing fate — no ftony destiny ?
The many waves of thought, the mighty tides,
The ground-swell that rolls up from other lands,
Whose echo dashes on life's wave-worn strands,
Thy piercéd hand guides the inysterious wheels;
Thy patient voice saith, “Watch with me
In silver peace
As sinks the moaning river in the sea
so sinks my soul in Thee!
Harriet Beecher Stowe.
“Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that
I desire beside thee.” Psalm 73: 25.
LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth;
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good:
But what's a creature, Lord, compar’d with thee?
I love the air; her dainty sweets refresh
But what's the air, or all the sweets, that she
I love the sea ; she is my fellow-creature,
But, Lord of oceans, when compar'd with thee,
To Heaven's high city I direct my journey,
But what is Heav'n, great God, compar’d to thee?
Without thy presence, earth gives no refection;
If not posseff’d, if not enjoy'd in thee,
N all extremes, Lord, thou art still
I The mourn whered my hopes do Alce ;
O make my soul deteft all ill,
Because so much abhorred by thee :
Shall mountain, desert, beast, and tree,
Yield to that heavenly voice of thine ;