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THOU by long experience tried,

Near whom no grief can long abide ;
My Lord, how full of sweet content,
I pass my years of banishment.

All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impressed with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee, -
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time,
My country is in every clime :
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.

While place we seek, or place we fhun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
'T is equal joy to go or stay.

Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful thought :
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

Madame Guyon.


“ When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through

the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned ; neither shall the flame kindle

- Isa. 43: 2.

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Y God with me in every place

Firmly does the promise stand,
On land or sea, with present grace

Still to aid us near at hand.
If you ask, “Who is with thee?
God is here my God with me!

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No depth, nor prison, nor the grave,

Can exclude him from his own;
His cheering presence still I have,

If in crowds or all alone.
In whatever state I be,
Everywhere is God with me!

My God for me! I dare to say

God the portion of my soul !
Nor need I tremble in dismay

When around me troubles roll.
If you ask, “ What comforts thee?"
It is this — God is for me!

In life, in death, with God so near,

Every battle I shall win,
Shall boldly press through dangers here,

Triumph over every sin!
" What !

you say, “a victor be?
No, not I, but God in me!

C. F. Zeller.

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ITHOUT the smile of God upon the soul,

We see not, and the world has lost its light; For us there is no quiet in the night, No beauty in the stars. The saffron stole Of morning, or the pomp of evening's goal, That celebrates Day's marriage with the Sea, Blue distance, silver lake, hill, glen, and tree, Are sealed unto the spirit like a scroll Writ in a perished language. But a ray Upon this darkness suddenly may dart, And Christ's dear love be poured into the heart, To clothe Creation in a robe of day. Then doth the morning cheer, the night hath calm, And skies a glory, and the dews a balm.



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HOU, Lord, who rear'st the mountains' height,

And mak'st the cliff with sunshine bright,
Oh grant that I may own thy hand,
No less in every grain of sand !

With forests huge of dateless time,
Thy will hath hung each peak sublime;
But withered leaves beneath a tree
Have tongues that tell as loud of 'Thee.

While clouds to clouds through ages call,
Thou pour'st the thundering waterfall;
But every silent drop of dew
Reflects thy ordered world to view.

In all the immense, the strange, the old,
Thy presence careless men behold;
In all the little, weak, and mean,
By faith be thou as clearly seen.

Teach, Thou ! that not a leaf can grow
Till life from thee within it flow;
That not a speck of dust can be,
O Fount of Being! save by thee.

Instruct my soul, by shows distraught,
Too vast and loud for peaceful thought,
That every quiet mote and gleam
With Thee, to musing spirits, beam.

Inspire me, Thou, in every glance
Of all our dreams confuse as chance,
In every change of mortal things,
To see a power from thee that springs.

In every human word and deed,
Each Aash of feeling, will, or creed,
To know a plan ordained above,
Begun and ending all in love.

So smallest bubbles here on earth
With me shall claim a heavenly birth,
And each faint atom paffing by
Seem bright with thine eternal eye.

So best we learn what light sublime
Is hid within the clouds of time,
Whose darkness, dreadful though it be,
From those who seek conceals not Thee.


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