His destined cup of bitter gall: No, child, believe Meekly the cup receive, And know that love and wisdom mixed it all:"" O, Father, must it be? Yes, child, it must.” Then give the needed medicine; Be by my side Only thy face don't hide : I'll drink it all it must be good 't is Thine: THE GOOD SHEPHERD. I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold: I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, The Shepherd sought his sheep, They bound me with the bands of love, They spoke in tender love, They raised my drooping head; They gently closed my bleeding wounds, My fainting soul they fed; They washed my filth away, They made me clean and fair ; They brought me to my home in peace, The long-sought wanderer! Jesus my Shepherd is, 'Twas he that loved my soul, 'Twas He that wash'd me in his blood, 'Twas He that made me whole; "Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, "Tis he that still doth keep. I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold! I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam, But now I love my Father's voice, - SEVENTH DAY OF CREATION. Sabbath of the saints of old, I with thoughts of Thee would seek Resting from his work, the Lord Gave to heaven and earth the sign Resting from His work, to-day His sacred form from head to feet Lying in the rock alone, Hid beneath the sealed stone. All the seventh day long, I weer In the holy garden glade Where her buried Lord was laid. So, as closed the Sabbath night, In Goshen watched the Israelite, Staff in hand, in pilgrim's guise, By the slaughtered sacrifice, Waiting till the midnight cry Signal gave that God was nigh: So with Thee till life shall end, THE CHURCH PORCH. HERBERT. When once thy foot enters the church, be bare : God is more there than thou; for thou art there Only by his permission. Then beware, And make thyself all reverence and fear. Kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings. Quit thy state, All equal are within the church's gate. Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Prayer is the end of preaching. Oh, be drest! Stay not for th' other pin. Why, thou hast lost A joy for it worth worlds. Thus hell doth jest Away thy blessings, and extremely flout thee Thy clothes being fast, but thy soul loose, about thee. In time of service seal up both thine eyes, ; And send them to thy heart; that, spying sin, They may weep out the stains by them did rise Those doors being shut, all by the ear comes in. Who marks, in church time, others' symmetry, Makes all their beauty his deformity. Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part: Bring not thy plough, thy plots, thy pleasures thither: |