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In silent gladness, from my heart
All things I would remove,

That from His Presence can divide,

Or rob me of His Love.

If separate from Thee, my Lord,
No other life I know:

Thou art my soul's true Element,
Through which its life must flow.

Living in Thee, I am secure ;
No more I know of death;
For sin-my spirit's only foe-
Thy strong Hand vanquisheth.

I know no more of sorrow now :
No trials that betide,

Thou Well-spring of all blessedness,
Can part me from Thy side.

Yea, if I only have Thy Love,
No other joy I crave;

And, with a beggar's staff alone,

I royal riches have.

Already am I, here on earth,

Thus blest, and light of heart:

What, then, shall be my portion There, When all earth's clouds depart?

Then death all untold bliss will bring;
And I possest shall be

Of the Eternal throne and crown
God's mercy gives to me.

Without Thy blessing Love, O Lord, My spirit had been lost;

Left floating, helpless and alone,

On life's wild ocean tost:

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But Thou hast to the Haven blest
Brought in my weary heart;

And, full of peace, I rest in Thee,

For Thou my Saviour art.

THE SERVANT OF THE LORD

(DER DIENER DES HERRN.)

O HIGHLY blessed servant,

Who ever ready stands,

In joyful singleness of heart,

To do his Lord's commands :--

Who, as a child, delighteth

To serve Him night and day;

And sore bewaileth every sin

That leads his feet astray !

Thy heart and glance thou hangest

On the Beloved Lord :

Each moment finds thee close to Him,

And listening for His Word.

No warning loud thou needest ;

But, silently and still,

Close following The Master's steps,

Thou canst foresee His Will.

The burden laid upon thee

Is scarce felt by thy heart:

Thou thinkest, "He who sent the load

Will also strength impart."

E'en through thy tears thou smilest;
And, when bowed down by woes,
On thy Beloved Redeemer's Heart
Thou findest sure repose.

There, blessed, weep thou freely;
To Him thy griefs reveal:

He, Who far greater ones endured,
Can for thy sorrows feel.
To Him pour out thy trouble,
Who ever waits to hear ;-
Who, in compassion, gave Himself,
His children's griefs to bear.

And thy heart in bliss abideth;
And thy foot walks forth in light :
Thus, as thy Sun, He shineth down,
Breaking through clouds of night.
From Him all blessing cometh, 1
And leadeth back to Him;
Therefore on Him thy gaze is fixed,
Piercing all earth-clouds dim.

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How blessed is thy portion ;

How well is it with thee,

Thus, with thy whole life's earnestness,

To serve Him faithfully!

In comfort and in trouble,

In good and evil days,

In joy, and in affliction's hour,
To follow in His Ways!

Thus in our Lord's dear Service
The time flies quickly past;
And, ere our hearts can think of it,
We reach the Place at last.

Then, pressing on in boldness,

To The Father's House we come, Where the servant shall for evermore

Rest with his Lord at Home.

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