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-                           Hymns and Poems.
-
-
-                                 _By
-                            A. L. O. E._,
-
-   _Author of “The Triumph over Midian,” “Rescued from Egypt,” “The
-                  Shepherd of Bethlehem,” &c., &c._
-
-                               LONDON:
-                 T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;
-                       EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.
-                                1868.
-
-
-
-
-                               PREFACE
-
-
-If there be any distinctive peculiarity in this little volume, it is
-one that would naturally expose it to literary censure; the verses are
-very unequal, some of the hymns are avowedly written for the very
-poor. To admit rhymes for ragged children, needlewomen, and paupers
-into a book of sacred song, may—in the opinion of some critics—deprive
-it of all claim to the name of poetry. Yet I venture to hope that
-those who love to labour in God’s vineyard, will not be sorry to bear
-to their poorer brethren verses intended to meet their peculiar
-trials, and cheer them under their peculiar sorrows; while the
-subjects of many of the hymns are such as are of equal interest to the
-prince as to the peasant. Humbly I commend my little work to Him whose
-blessing can alone make it useful in strengthening the tempted, in
-cheering the sad, or in lifting up the hearts of the happy in joyful
-adoration and praise.
-
-                                                           A. L. O. E.
-
-
-
-
-                               CONTENTS
-
-
-                                                              Page
-
-
-                                  HYMNS.
-  The Willing Sacrifice,                                        11
-  The Resurrection,                                             13
-  Hymn for the Communion,                                       15
-  The Beacon,                                                   16
-  The Blossoming Rod,                                           18
-  Hymn for the Penitent Convict,                                21
-  Hymn for the Blind,                                           23
-  The House not made with Hands,                                25
-  Sexton’s Hymn,                                                27
-  The Second Advent,                                            29
-  Hopes that Abide,                                             31
-  Soldier’s Hymn,                                               32
-  Hymn for Night,                                               34
-  Song of Joy,                                                  35
-  The Retrospect,                                               37
-  The Supplicant,                                               39
-  Weaver’s Hymn,                                                41
-  Emigrant’s Hymn,                                              43
-  Fishermen’s Hymn,                                             45
-  Teacher’s Hymn,                                               47
-  Workman’s Hymn,                                               49
-  Sempstress’s Hymn,                                            51
-  Ragged Boy’s Hymn,                                            53
-  Ragged Girl’s Hymn,                                           55
-  Policeman’s Hymn,                                             57
-  Pauper’s Hymn,                                                59
-  Postman’s Hymn,                                               61
-  Servant’s Hymn,                                               63
-  Miner’s Hymn,                                                 65
-  Gardener’s Hymn,                                              67
-  Labourer’s Hymn,                                              69
-  Wife’s Hymn,                                                  71
-  Hymn of Industry,                                             73
-  Social Hymn,                                                  75
-  National Hymn,                                                77
-  Soldier’s Hymn,                                               79
-  The Wise Men from the East,                                   81
-  Song of Hope,                                                 85
-  The Fearful Heart,                                            88
-  Conviction of Sin,                                            90
-  The Sacred Guest,                                             92
-  The Mourner,                                                  95
-  The Christian Bond,                                           97
-  The Cure at Gethsemane,                                      100
-  Hymn for the Communion,                                      102
-  Hymn for the Dying,                                          104
-  Death is not Dreadful,                                       106
-  Never Forsaken,                                              109
-  Thy Father’s Friend,                                         111
-  Fear of God and Fear of Man,                                 113
-  The Sinners’ Portion,                                        115
-  Death-Bed Hymn,                                              117
-  Save One!                                                    119
-  New Year’s Hymn,                                             121
-
-
-                                  POEMS.
-  The Indian Maid,                                             125
-  Blanche,                                                     136
-  Pride,                                                       149
-  A Dream of the Second Advent,                                153
-
-
-
-
-                                HYMNS.
-
-
-
-
-                                  I.
-                        THE WILLING SACRIFICE.
-
-
-  The precious blood of Christ my Lord,
-    The Saviour all-divine,
-  Was shed to cleanse men’s souls from guilt;
-    That blood has flowed for mine!
-  But what return can sinners make
-    For love so great, so free?
-  All is too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-  If all that I possessed on earth,
-    Before thy feet were laid,
-  Light as the dust the gift would prove
-    In heaven’s balance weighed.
-  The costly treasures of the skies
-    Thou didst resign for me;
-  All is too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-  But Thou wilt not disdain a heart
-    That would Thy word obey,
-  That loves to own the mighty debt
-    It never hopes to pay.
-  For were each hair upon my head
-    A separate life to be,[1]
-  All were too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-
-
-
-                                 II.
-                          THE RESURRECTION.
-
-
-  The Summer blossoms fast decay
-    Beneath the Autumn’s chilling breath,
-  And man is passing thus away,
-    Touched by the silent hand of Death.
-  Still fading—falling—day by day
-    The withered petals strew the plain,
-  They never more shall deck the spray—
-    But man shall rise again!
-
-  Behold the bare and leafless tree
-    Blushes in spring to beauty bright;
-  Where the dark root was buried—see
-    The eager floweret springs to light!
-  The sun his gentle influence shed
-    To break cold winter’s icy chain—
-  So God shall wake us from the dead,
-    We all shall rise again!
-
-  As beauteous day succeeds to night,
-    So glory dawns upon the grave—
-  Praise to the Sun of life and light,
-    Who lived to bless, and died to save!
-  We calmly gaze on life’s dark close,
-    The tomb shall not our forms retain—
-  E’en as our God and Saviour rose
-    His own shall rise again!
-
-
-
-
-                                 III.
-                       HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.
-
-
-  I do not dare, O holy Lord,
-    Approach Thy sacred shrine
-  Trusting in mine own righteousness,
-    For nought but sins are mine,
-  But in the merits of Thy Son,
-    The Saviour all-divine.
-
-  Unworthy as I own I am
-    Christ’s feast of love to share,
-  In His name hear my humble cry,
-    For His sake grant my prayer,
-  And let Thy mercy cleanse my soul,
-    And shed Thy Spirit there!
-
-  Oh, make me one with my dear Lord
-    In His appointed rite,
-  A branch of the Eternal Vine
-    Not fruitless in His sight;
-  His own on earth, His own in heaven
-    Through ages infinite!
-
-
-
-
-                                 IV.
-                             THE BEACON.
-
-
-  When shades of night around him close,
-    The lighthouse guard has charge to keep,
-  And trim the beacon-fire, which glows
-    Like a red star above the deep.
-        Still calm and bright
-        Must shine that light
-    That guides the seaman on his way,
-        Till morning gleam
-        And lighthouse beam
-    Fade in the rosy blush of day.
-
-  Like charge is to the Christian given
-    In grief or joy, in storm or strife,
-  To glorify the God of heaven
-    Both by his lips and by his life.
-        Still pure and bright
-        Must shine his light,
-    And shed around a holy ray,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    And shining on to perfect day.
-
-  Pride, discontent, mistrustful fear,
-    Too oft, alas! the beacon hide;
-  The sinner must be humbled here
-    That Jesus may be glorified.
-        So pure and bright
-        Shall shine his light,
-    To other hearts a beam convey,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    Still shining on to perfect day.
-
-  Lord, feed our lamps with heavenly grace,
-    And let them to Thy glory shine,
-  Nor let our weakness e’er disgrace
-    The holy faith which seals us Thine!
-        Then pure and bright
-        Shall shine our light,
-    Our heavenly Father’s grace display,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    Still shining on to perfect day!
-
-
-
-
-                                  V.
-                         THE BLOSSOMING ROD.
-
-
-  An angel of comfort from heaven sped—
-    All nature brightened as he drew near
-  Where a poor man toiled in his lowly shed
-  And thanked the Lord for his scanty bread;
-    The angel breathed in the Christian’s ear,
-  “Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience—the rod will blossom yet!”
-
-  He spread his pinions, then paused again
-    Where prayer from a sick man’s couch was heard;
-  In weary weakness, in restless pain,
-  For tedious months had the sufferer lain,
-    But his pale face beamed at the whispered word:
-  “Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience—the rod will blossom yet!”
-
-  Then the angel flew where a mother prayed
-    For a son on a course of evil bent;
-  She wept—half trustful and half afraid,
-  Beseeching Him who alone could aid;
-    And to her was the message of comfort sent—
-  “Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience—the rod will blossom yet!”
-
-  With cares depressed, and with trials worn,
-    A persecuted believer knelt;
-  With drooping heart she had meekly borne
-  The unkind taunt and the look of scorn,
-    Till the angel’s smile was like sunshine felt.
-  “Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience—the rod will blossom yet!”
-
-  Then the seraph hovered where death had been,
-    In its little coffin an infant lay;
-  The parents wept, but a calm serene
-  Stole over their souls, as a hand unseen
-    Gently wiped the trickling tears away.
-  “Your God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Your bud shall blossom in glory yet!”
-
-  Happy such to whom griefs come not in vain,
-    Though afflictions bow, or the world contemn,
-  Thrice blest in sorrow, thrice blest in pain,
-  Reproach is honour, and loss is gain,
-    For the angel of peace shall visit them—
-  Their God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Their rod shall blossom in glory yet!
-
-
-
-
-                                 VI.
-                    HYMN FOR THE PENITENT CONVICT.
-
-
-  I dare not raise my guilty eye
-    The gaze of man to meet,
-  A helpless sentenced wretch I lie,
-    Lord Jesus! at Thy feet.
-  Too justly scorned by all beside,
-    I trembling come to Thee;
-  If Thou for _chief of sinners_ died,
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  The dying thief in torments hung
-    While sinners scoffed around;
-  With feeble breath and faltering tongue
-    He mercy sought—and found.
-  There flowed before his eyesight dim
-    The blood which made him free;
-  If Jesus heard and pitied him
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  The weeping prodigal returned
-    His father’s house to seek;
-  His supplication was not spurned—
-    Love still could welcome speak.
-  Like him, in grief and penitence,
-    To mercy’s door I flee,
-  O Father, wilt thou spurn me thence;
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  Yes, there is hope! while He, once crowned
-    With thorns, now pleads in heaven,
-  Rejoices o’er the lost one found,
-    The wanderer forgiven;
-  To those who mourn and turn from sin
-    He offers mercy free;
-  I feel another life begin—
-    There yet is hope for me!
-
-
-
-
-                                 VII.
-                         HYMN FOR THE BLIND.
-
-
-  I cannot see the sunny gleam
-    Which gladdens every eye but mine,
-  But I can feel the warming beam,
-    And bless the God who made it shine.
-  O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
-    Let no repining tear-drop fall,
-  Pour holy light upon my soul,
-    That I may own Thy love in all!
-
-  I cannot see the flow’rets blow,
-    All sparkling from the summer showers,
-  But I can breathe their sweet perfume,
-    And bless the God who made the flowers.
-  O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
-    Let no repining tear-drop fall,
-  Pour holy light upon my soul,
-    That I may own Thy love in all!
-
-  I cannot see the pages where
-    Thy holy will is written, Lord;
-  But I can seek Thy house of prayer,
-    And humbly listen to Thy word,
-  Which bears my thoughts to that bright place
-    Where I at Thy dear feet may fall,
-  Behold my Saviour face to face,
-    And see and own His love in all!
-
-
-
-
-                                VIII.
-                    THE HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS.
-
-
-  The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder’s hand,
-  When our children sleep in dust that mansion still may stand;
-  But a nobler and more lasting dwelling to the saints is given,
-  In a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  The poor in spirit and the meek, the merciful and pure,
-  On them the Saviour blessings breathed, for ever to endure;
-  Those persecuted for His sake, from friends or kindred driven,
-  Share a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  And those who deeply mourn their sins shall find there yet is room,
-  For such the Lord endured the cross, descended to the tomb;
-  He ready stands to welcome those whose contrite hearts are riven,
-  To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  What matter, then, how lowly be the roof above our head,
-  What matter then how soon the stranger o’er our graves may tread,
-  If we are pressing on with hearts renewed and sins forgiven,
-  To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                                 IX.
-                            SEXTON’S HYMN.
-
-
-  I’ve laid the earth above the child
-    Whose life was but a summer’s day;
-  I knew that God, in mercy mild,
-    Had called his happy soul away.
-        Then therefore weep
-        O’er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  I’ve laid the earth above the youth
-    Whose early days to God were given,
-  Whose end bore witness to this truth,
-    None die too soon who live for Heaven!
-        Then wherefore weep
-        O’er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  I’ve laid the earth o’er reverend age,
-    Whose hoary hairs were glory’s crown,
-  The saint had closed his pilgrimage,
-    And gently laid life’s burden down.
-        Then wherefore weep
-        O’er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  And soon the earth will close o’er me,
-    Yet mourn I not my life’s decline,
-  Lord! pardoned—ransomed—saved by Thee,
-    Living or dying—I am Thine!
-        Oh! wherefore sigh
-        For those who die
-  In Christ? the forms that mouldering lie
-        Shall burst the sod
-        To meet their God.
-  And mount with seraph wings on high!
-
-
-
-
-                                  X.
-                          THE SECOND ADVENT.
-
-
-  Now in the East Hope’s trembling light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning,
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning.
-
-  For many weary ages past
-    Hath sin’s dark night prevailing,
-  A gloom o’er all the nations cast,
-    Whence rose the sound of wailing.
-  The idol-gods have many a shrine
-    Where, bound in chains of error,
-  Myriads shut out from light divine
-    Crouch down in shame and terror.
-  But in the East Hope’s rosy light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning.
-
-  Pleasure has thrown her torches’ glare
-    Upon a world benighted,
-  And Science in the murky air
-    Her glimmering tapers lighted;
-  Some joys, like fireflies, played and glanced
-    To mock our vain pursuing,
-  And Folly’s meteors wildly danced
-    Above the gulf of ruin!
-  But in the East Hope’s purer light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning!
-
-  Like Cynthia from her silver car,
-    The Church could darkness brighten;
-  Each high example, like a star,
-    Shone forth to cheer and lighten.
-  But I shall need nor star nor moon
-    In that clear day before me,
-  The Sun of Righteousness shall soon
-    Burst forth in cloudless glory!
-  Yes, in the East Hope’s kindling light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XI.
-                          HOPES THAT ABIDE.
-
-
-  Earth’s bright hopes must fade,
-    Not those which grace hath given;
-  Joys were fleeting made,
-    But not the joys of Heaven!
-  Stars that shine above,
-    And flowers that cannot wither,
-  These are types of peace and love
-    That shall abide for ever.
-
-  Who that seeks the skies
-    Would mourn earth’s pleasures blighted,
-  Weep o’er broken ties
-    Soon to be re-united?
-  Blest e’en awhile to be
-    In darkness and in sorrow,
-  Assured we soon the dawn shall see
-    Of an eternal morrow!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XII.
-                           SOLDIER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  There is a sword of glittering sheen,—
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  Its blade is bright and its edge is keen,
-  But the wound it gives is a wound unseen,—
-    And who would flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a foe—a ruthless foe—
-    Such unite to oppose the right;
-  In secret ambush he croucheth low,
-  And the blow he strikes is a deadly blow,—
-    But flinch not we in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a banner floating wide,—
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed,
-  When the best and bravest fought side by side,—
-    Who would not flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a Leader exalted high,—
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  Through Him His followers hosts defy,
-  Through Him they learn to do and to die,
-    And scorn to flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a palm—a victor’s palm,—
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  ’Twill be given in realms of peace and calm
-  To the steadfast spirit, the stalwart arm,
-    That never flinched in the glorious fight.
-
-  Then shall lips touched with living flame
-    In song unite, in the world of light;—
-  In our Leader’s strength, in our Leader’s name,
-  We fought—we struggled—we overcame,
-    And victors stood in the glorious fight!
-
-
-
-
-                                XIII.
-                           HYMN FOR NIGHT.
-
-
-  After labour sweet is rest,
-    Gently the wearied eyelids close;
-  As an infant sleeps on his mother’s breast,
-    The child of God may in peace repose.
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-  He to whom darkness is as light,
-    Tenderly guards his slumbering sheep;
-  The Shepherd watches His flock by night,
-    The feeble lambs He will safely keep.
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-  Death’s night comes,—it may now be near,—
-    Lord! if our faith be fixed on Thee,
-  Oh! how calm will that rest appear,
-    Oh! how sweet will the waking be!
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-
-
-
-                                 XIV.
-                             SONG OF JOY.
-
-
-  The balmy Spring awakes the flowers
-    That long had slept in Winter’s night,
-  Her light green robe adorns the bowers,
-    And all is beauty, all delight.
-  With joy I view earth’s smiling frame,
-  And bless, O Lord, and bless Thy name!
-
-  Thou hast vouchsafed me buoyant health,
-    A cheerful, light, and bounding heart;
-  Contentment—better far than wealth,
-    And Hope—that rests when joys depart.
-  What gratitude such gifts should claim,—
-  For these, O Lord, I bless thy name!
-
-  Surrounded from my earliest days
-    By those who loved—who love me still,
-  My grateful heart I humbly raise
-    To Him, by whose Almighty will
-  To me earth’s sweetest blessings came;
-  I praise and magnify His name!
-
-  But more than all I thank Thee, Lord,
-    For sins through Thy dear blood forgiven,
-  The comforts of Thy precious Word,
-    And hopes of endless bliss in Heaven;
-  Bought by Thy suffering and Thy shame,—
-  For these, O Lord, I bless Thy name!
-
-  Lord! should it be Thy sovereign will
-    To blast my earthly happiness,
-  Yet give me grace to praise Thee still,
-    With trembling lips Thy wisdom bless;
-  Crushed or exalted—still the same,
-  To bless, with fervour bless Thy name!
-
-  Should all life’s pleasures disappear,
-    Support me with Thy heavenly love,—
-  And when my course is ended here,
-    Oh, raise my soul to bliss above,
-  With saints to magnify Thy fame,
-  And bless, for ever bless Thy name!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XV.
-                           THE RETROSPECT.
-
-
-  When on Zion’s hill we rest
-  In the mansions of the blest,
-  What a strange and fleeting dream
-  All life’s hopes and fears will seem?
-
-  What will all our pleasures here—
-  Titles—honours—then appear?
-  Like a bubble on the river,
-  Bright awhile—then lost for ever!
-
-  Things that now employ each thought,
-  Warmly wished for, fondly sought—
-  We may smile, and wonder much
-  Heirs of Heaven could stoop to such!
-
-  Will the petty wrongs of earth
-  Seem one moment’s anger worth;
-  Or a friend’s depart—the sorrow
-  Felt by those so soon to follow?
-
-  All that time bestowed will be
-  Lost in bright eternity;
-  Save the harvest Christian Love
-  Sowed on earth—to reap above!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XVI.
-                           THE SUPPLICANT.
-
-
-  A helpless sinner in Thy sight,
-    At mercy’s threshold, Lord, I wait;
-  Inscribed in characters of light,
-    Thy promise shines upon the gate.
-      “Ask—ye shall receive;
-        Seek—and ye shall find;
-      Knock—and enter in, but leave
-        All sins and doubts behind.”
-
-  I _ask_ Thy boundless grace to share,
-    I _seek_ for pardon through Thy blood,
-  I _knock_ by earnest, fervent prayer,—
-    Lord, hear and answer me for good!
-      “Ask—ye shall receive;
-        Seek—and ye shall find;
-      Knock—and enter in, but leave
-        All sins and doubts behind.”
-
-  Yes; each mistrustful doubt of Thee,
-    Each long-indulged, besetting sin,
-  Repented and renounced must be
-    By those who dare to venture in.
-      Then asking—we receive,
-        And seeking—we shall find,
-      Till, entering Heaven’s gate, we leave
-        Earth, sin, and death behind!
-
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-
-
-                                XVII.
-                            WEAVER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  How swiftly flies man’s mortal thread
-    Within the mighty loom of Time;
-  What brilliant hues on some are shed,
-    While some are stained with woe or crime!
-  But they bright webs are weaving,
-  Who, trusting and believing,
-  Through scenes of sorrow, scenes of joy,
-    God’s grace are still receiving.
-
-  ’Tis thus the Christian we behold
-    In sickness and in want resigned,
-  Because religion’s thread of gold
-    Is in his gloomy lot entwined.
-  A bright web he is weaving
-  When, trusting and believing,
-  He from a loving Father’s hand
-    Each trial is receiving.
-
-  Death soon will break our thread in twain,
-    Time’s busy loom itself must rest;
-  Nought but a winding-sheet remain
-    Of all that mortals here possest.
-  Then every trial leaving,
-  No more o’er sorrows grieving,
-  How blest the Christian, from his Lord
-    The crown of life receiving!
-
-
-
-
-                                XVIII.
-                           EMIGRANT’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore
-    Where’er Thy providence our steps may send;
-  With drooping hearts we leave our native shore,
-    Do Thou be with us always—to the end!
-
-  Protect and guard us on the lonely sea,
-    Though angry storms our flutt’ring canvas rend,
-  The anchor of our hope is fixed on Thee,
-    Do Thou be with us always—to the end!
-
-  Prepare for us a home beyond the wave,
-    Where we in honest toil our days may spend,
-  Till gently sinking to a peaceful grave;
-    And be Thou with us always—to the end!
-
-  Oh! bless the dear ones whom we leave behind!
-    Though severed now from parent—brother—friend—
-  In Thee the parted yet may union find,
-    With them and us be always—to the end!
-
-  Nor time nor space can from Thy love divide;
-    For ever near to bless and to defend,
-  Our lives—our all—we to Thy care confide,
-    Be with us always—even to the end!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XIX.
-                          FISHERMEN’S HYMN.
-
-
-  There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee,
-    Whose lives were as toilsome and hard as our own,
-  They launched in the morning their boats in the sea,
-    Their nets in the soft heaving waters were thrown.
-
-  A plentiful blessing rewarded their toil,
-    Though all the night long they had laboured in vain,
-  Their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil,
-    And slowly, deep-laden, they moved o’er the main.
-
-  ’Twas the presence of Christ that a miracle wrought,
-    The richly filled net was cast forth at His word,
-  And the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought,
-    Was the least of the blessings bestowed by the Lord.
-
-  Be with us, O Lord! when we launch forth alone,
-    Be with us when toiling our bread to obtain,
-  Though Thy presence no more be by miracles known,
-    Who labour in faith, will not labour in vain.
-
-  But we ask Thee for blessings more precious by far
-    Than the depths of the earth or the ocean can yield,
-  Make us feel, like Thy Peter, what sinners we are,
-    Make us know that, though sinners, our pardon is sealed.
-
-  Make us willing to quit all that keep us from Thee,
-    Like the chosen disciples in ages long past,
-  Like them, throughout life, Thy true followers be,
-    And anchor in Heaven’s safe haven at last!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XX.
-                           TEACHER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  “Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said
-    To one whose spirit burned to prove
-  By toils endured, or life-blood shed,
-    The strength of his devoted love.
-
-  “Feed thou My lambs;” oh! sacred trust
-    E’en for a great apostle meet,
-  To raise the feeble from the dust,
-    And guide them to the Saviour’s feet.
-
-  “Feed thou My lambs.” And ever thus
-    His flock the heavenly Shepherd tends;
-  His mild command He breathes to us,
-    And to our care His sheep commends.
-
-  “Feed thou My lambs;” despised on earth
-    The friendless little one may be,
-  But who can tell the priceless worth
-    Of one soul, Lord, redeemed by Thee!
-
-  May we pursue the blest employ
-    Endowed with wisdom from above,
-  And count it privilege and joy
-    To feed the lambs whom Thou dost love!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXI.
-                           WORKMAN’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Before the morning’s toil begin,
-    We thank Thee, Giver of all good,
-  For needful health and strength to win,
-    By daily labour, daily food.
-
-  The seeing eye, the skilful hand,
-    The powerful arm, are gifts from Thee;
-  Thou for our comfort all hast planned,
-    Used to Thy glory all should be.
-
-  When Thou didst come to visit man,
-    A lowly lot, O Lord, was Thine;
-  In poverty Thy life began,
-    Shall we at poverty repine?
-
-  Thou who dost all our trials know,
-    Thou who didst all our sorrows share,
-  The comforts of Thy grace bestow,
-    And make us rich in faith and prayer.
-
-  Soon will the hours of toil be past,
-    And calm repose at night be given;
-  So life’s short day is closing fast,
-    And sweet will be the rest of Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXII.
-                          SEMPSTRESS’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Day after day my weary task I ply,
-    And half the night to ceaseless toil is given;
-  When weary is my heart and dim mine eye,
-    I seem to hear the Saviour’s voice from Heaven:
-  “Come unto Me, all ye by toil opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
-
-  When all my labour scarce can bread procure,
-    And weak with want my feeble fingers move;
-  When dear ones round me hunger’s pangs endure,
-    My drooping spirit hears that voice of love:
-  “Come unto Me, all ye by grief opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
-
-  O Lord, how shall I come? my sinful heart
-    Is prone to murmur, and Thy truth forget;
-  Dare I approach Thee, holy as Thou art?
-    Methinks I hear that gentle whisper yet:
-  “Come unto Me, all ye by sin opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
-
-  Oh, let me patiently await the day
-    When Christ my Lord in glory shall appear,
-  When tears shall be for ever wiped away,
-    And those who trust Him now His voice shall hear:
-  “Come, faithful servants, of My Father blessed,
-  And I will give you everlasting rest.”
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIII.
-                          RAGGED BOY’S HYMN.
-
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold,—
-  Far better grasp the red-hot steel, than touch another’s gold;
-  The love of money, God hath said, of evil is the root,
-  And if dishonesty thence spring, destruction is the fruit.
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, though none were near to see,
-  Conscience would my accuser stand, and God my judge would be;
-  The covetous desire, the wicked thought I would control,—
-  What shall it profit man to gain the world, and lose his soul?
-
-  I would not take another’s goods,—the loser might repine,
-  His loss might heavy seem to him, but small compared to _mine_;
-  For oh! more precious far than all the wealth to nobles given,
-  An honest name, a quiet conscience, and the hope of Heaven!
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, but treasure seek above,
-  Gained without money, without price, from our Redeemer’s love;
-  Time cannot change it, moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and
-              steal,
-  And all eternity will but its boundless worth reveal!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIV.
-                         RAGGED GIRL’S HYMN.
-
-
-  The Sabbath sun has risen high,
-    And sweetly sounds the Sabbath bell,
-  My basket now untouched must lie,
-    This day I neither buy nor sell.
-  The Sabbath rest I will not break,
-  But God’s commands my study make,
-        And trust the word
-        Of my dear Lord,
-  “I will not leave thee, nor forsake.”
-
-  But I am poor, with none to aid,
-    And Satan sore is tempting me,
-  “If thou give up the Sabbath trade,
-    The Sabbath meal is not for thee.”
-  My God, oh, let me never break
-  The least command that Thou didst make,
-        But trust the word
-        Of my dear Lord,
-  “I will not leave thee, nor forsake.”
-
-  When Christ was faint with hunger’s pain,
-    The Tempter urged God’s blessed Son
-  In way unmeet relief to gain;
-    But steadfast stood the Holy One,
-  His perfect faith no doubt could shake,
-  The least command He would not break,
-        He knew the love
-        Of God above,
-  Would never leave Him, nor forsake.
-
-  Now, high in heaven, He hears and grants
-    The prayers of those in faith who pray;
-  My earthly cares, my earthly wants,
-    O Saviour, at Thy feet I lay:
-  Supply Thy servant’s need, and make
-  Her soul of heavenly food partake,
-        For still, O Lord,
-        I trust Thy word,
-  “I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake.”
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXV.
-                          POLICEMAN’S HYMN.
-
-
-  In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me,
-    The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone,
-  I think of the far-distant mansions of glory,
-    Where angels keep watch round the Holy One’s throne.
-
-  Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting,
-    I think how each brings the day near and more near,
-  When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting,
-    The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear.
-
-  On the right hand will stand Christ’s redeemed ones, possessing
-    Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned;
-  On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing;
-    O God, in which number shall _I_ then be found?
-
-  Am I resting my hopes on His infinite merit,
-    Who suffered our pardon and peace to procure;
-  Am I seeking the aid of His life-giving Spirit
-    To make my heart penitent, humble, and pure?
-
-  Oh! for those who believe there is “no condemnation,”
-    The Judge shall Himself be their Saviour and Friend,
-  His voice shall award them eternal salvation,
-    And bliss, in His presence, which never shall end.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXVI.
-                            PAUPER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Far from the friends to me most dear,
-    Within the crowded ward I lie,
-  Destined, perhaps, mid strangers here
-    To suffer and to die.
-  Time may all other joys remove
-  Yet leaves he still Faith, Hope, and Love.
-
-  _Faith_ to the cross my spirit leads,
-    And tells of One now glorified,
-  Who at the Father’s right hand pleads
-    For those for whom He died.
-  What trials can too bitter prove
-  While yet there rest Faith, Hope, and Love?
-
-  _Hope_ whispers of that happy place
-    Where I my Saviour shall behold,
-  And sing the wonders of His grace
-    To harp of shining gold.
-  What sorrows can our patience move
-  While still remain Faith, Hope, and Love?
-
-  _Love_ draws my heart towards my kind,
-    Makes me in each a brother (or sister) see,
-  To cheer the sad, to help the blind,
-    Are joys still left to me.
-  Bless my companions, heavenly Dove,
-  Fill them with Faith, and Hope, and Love.
-
-  There is no pain or sorrow here,
-    For those who will God’s lesson learn,
-  But _Faith_ may brighten, _Hope_ may cheer,
-    And _Love_ to blessing turn;
-  Then Peace descending from above
-  Unites with Faith, and Hope, and Love.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXVII.
-                           POSTMAN’S HYMN.
-
-
-  In daily rounds my constant course I keep,
-    Expected oft, but never asked to stay,
-  Nor know I who may laugh, or who may weep
-    When gazing at the tidings I convey.
-  So is there one who comes to rich and poor,
-    Expected long, unwelcome though he be;
-  When death’s loud knock is sounding at my door,
-    What are the tidings he will bring to me?
-
-  The haughty man to great possessions heir,
-    The selfish man, whose treasure is below,
-  The selfish man all full of worldly care—
-    To them his message is of fear and woe.
-  Bold Sabbath-breakers, scoffers at God’s word,
-    Who rush on paths which conscience must condemn,
-  When death’s loud knock is at their dwellings heard,
-    Oh! fearful tidings must he bring to them.
-
-  The contrite, mourning o’er repented sin,
-    The meek in heart, whose treasure is above,
-  The faithful, who a heavenly crown would win—
-    To such his message is of peace and love.
-  He comes to tell them that their griefs are o’er,
-    That Christ from sin and sorrow sets them free;
-  Oh! when death’s knock is sounding at my door,
-    Such blessed tidings may he bring to me!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXVIII.
-                           SERVANT’S HYMN.
-
-
-  To whom do I obedience owe,
-    Who should my willing service claim?
-  One master dwelling here below,
-    And One above the starry frame.
-  Oh! may the thought of Him above,
-    Each Christian servant’s zeal awake,
-  To serve with faithfulness and love—
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master’s sake.
-
-  The earnest follower of the Lord,
-    Must by the badge of truth be known,
-  Integrity that shrinks from fraud,
-    And needs no eye—save God’s alone
-  The cheerful heart, the ready mind
-    That can in labour pleasure take,
-  To every kindly act inclined,
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master’s sake.
-
-  Though our best service is, we own,
-    To God “unprofitable” still,
-  The Lord, to whom the heart is known,
-    Rewards the attempt to do His will.
-  Oh! through His mercy may we rise,
-    When the last trump our sleep shall break,
-  And find a welcome in the skies,
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master’s sake!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIX.
-                            MINER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  When verdant fields are seen no more,
-    Where Heaven’s beams can never shine,
-  Earth’s hidden treasures to explore
-    We labour in the gloomy mine.
-  But bright the torches’ yellow rays
-    That light us on our darksome way,
-  And sweet the voice of Hope that says,
-    “We soon shall see the light of day.”
-
-  And thus awhile must all mankind
-    Toil on and labour here below,
-  Poor sinful mortals, weak and blind,
-    And subject all to pain and woe.
-  But brightly shines God’s holy Word
-    Which lights us on our darksome way,
-  And sweet the hope its leaves afford,
-    “We soon shall see a heavenly day.”
-
-  The Lord of Angels deigned to come
-    To bear our punishment and pain,
-  He made our dark abode His home,
-    That we might rise, that we might reign.
-  And those who in His Word delight,
-    Who trust His love, His will obey,
-  Shall shine in robes of spotless white
-    In Heaven’s everlasting day!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXX.
-                           GARDENER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Ere our first parents fell, the ground
-  All beauty and abundance crowned;
-  But now the soil our labour needs,—
-  The _earth_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  And trials on our pathway grow,
-  The prickly care, the stinging woe,
-  How oft the wounded spirit bleeds,—
-  Our _life_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  But—worse than all—we find within,
-  The poisoned roots of pride and sin,
-  From them our misery proceeds,—
-  The _heart_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  But, Lord, Thou bidst Thy sunbeams glow,
-  Thy gentle raindrops fall below;
-  When industry has dressed the bowers,
-  The _earth_ produces fruits and flowers.
-
-  So when Thy love its radiance lends,
-  Thy Spirit like the dew descends,
-  When Faith, and Hope, and Peace are ours,
-  Our _life_ produces fruits and flowers.
-
-  Oh! lead us to that blissful shore,
-  Where thorns and weeds are known no more,
-  Where Death can never reach the bowers,
-  To blast the fruit or blight the flowers!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXI.
-                           LABOURER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring,
-    When first the daisy decks the mead,
-  And in the furrowed ground we fling,
-    With hope and prayer, the golden seed.
-  Let children in life’s spring-time days
-  Lift up their hearts in prayer and praise!
-
-  I bless Thee in the summer heat,
-    When cattle seek the cooling streams,
-  And o’er green fields of waving wheat
-    The sun pours down his ripening beams.
-  Let man in life’s bright summer days
-  Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
-
-  I bless Thee in the autumn morn,
-    When varied tints are on the leaves,
-  When gaily sounds the hunter’s horn,
-    Where reapers bind the golden sheaves.
-  Let man in life’s declining days
-  Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
-
-  I’ll bless my God in winter’s gloom,
-    When Nature sleeps beneath the snow;
-  Oh! grant that when, beneath the tomb,
-    My body lies in slumber low,
-  Thou wilt my soul to Heaven raise,
-  Where all is joy and all is praise!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXII.
-                             WIFE’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil
-    The duties of a wedded wife,
-  Obedient to my husband’s will,
-    The joy and sunshine of his life.
-
-  Upon my brow no angry cloud,
-    Upon my lips no hasty word,
-  Not one rebellious thought allowed,
-    His wishes to my own preferred.
-
-  Help me to make my husband’s home
-    The calm abode of peace and love,
-  Where strife and discord ne’er may come,
-    A type of that we seek above.
-
-  To walk together in Thy sight,
-    To share each other’s joys and woes,
-  Together pray at dawn of light,
-    Together praise at evening’s close;
-
-  Each ready, when temptation lowers,
-    With gentle counsel, kindly aid;
-  Lord Jesus! let such lot be ours,
-    Oh, bless the tie which Thou hast made!
-
-  United “until death us part,”
-    Not death the Christian bond can sever;
-  Who love Thee here with faithful heart,
-    With Thee shall live, and love for ever!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXIII.
-                          HYMN OF INDUSTRY.
-
-
-  Not alone in God’s house, or in seasons of prayer,
-    Must the power of a Christian’s religion be shown,
-  At his home, at his counter, and everywhere
-    Must the strength of his faith by his actions be known;
-  For the clear path of duty is marked in God’s Word,
-  “Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.”
-
-  Not slothful in business! God wills that we toil,
-    From the claims of our calling permits no retreat,
-  Though indolence may from the sentence recoil,
-    “If the hand will not labour, the mouth should not eat;”
-  Faith to industry must but new motive afford,
-  “Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.”
-
-  Yes, _serving the Lord_; ’mid our toils and our cares
-    May we never forget the great Master we serve,
-  Who the mansions of light for His people prepares;
-    For though man from his Maker can nothing _deserve_,
-  God hath graciously promised Himself to reward
-  Their labours of love who are “serving the Lord.”
-
-  To the hand ever prompt in the business of life,
-    But which never would close over fraudulent gain,
-  To the heart firm and strong in the world’s busy strife,
-    Which can holy, and humble, and faithful remain,
-  God in life and in death will His blessing accord,
-  “Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.”
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXIV.
-                             SOCIAL HYMN.
-
-
-  How beautiful is Nature’s face!
-    God made all things so fair,
-  Each keeps its own allotted place,
-    Nor hate, nor strife are there.
-      The hill and the plain,
-        The grass and forest tree,
-      The mighty waters of the main,
-        The lily on the lea,—
-  The sunny sky is over all,
-    And all is harmony.
-
-  So in the social world we stand
-    In God’s appointed way,
-  And some He destines to command,
-    And others to obey.
-      The rich and the poor,
-        The lowly and the great,
-      The peasant at his cottage door,
-        The Sovereign in her state,—
-  One holy tie uniteth all
-    Who on one Master wait.
-
-  How glorious is the mountain height,
-    Whence kindly streamlets flow
-  To bless the peaceful valleys, bright
-    With bending corn below!
-      The fair mountain-crown
-        Shall envy assail,
-      Or pride trample down
-        The harvest of the vale?—
-  The unity in Nature’s world
-    In Man’s world should prevail.
-
-  Oh! let not Satan overthrow
-    The order God designed;
-  The seeds of bitter envy sow,
-    And pride, among mankind.
-      Let rich love the poor,
-        The humble bless the great,
-      The servant guard the master’s store,
-        The monarch serve the state,—
-  Each—in his separate sphere—to God
-    His talents consecrate.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXV.
-                            NATIONAL HYMN.
-
-
-  O God of Hosts, our fathers’ God,
-    Thy blessing on our country shed,
-  Watch o’er the land our sires have trod,
-    Watch o’er the land our sons will tread.
-
-  We pray for our Jerusalem,
-    Keep discord from her homes afar,
-  Let thy strong arm deliver them
-    From famine, pestilence, and war.
-
-  Though Britain spurns th’ invader’s sword
-    As her white cliffs repulse the tide,
-  We would our grateful hearts, O Lord!
-    Lift up in praise, and not in pride.
-
-  The race is not unto the swift,
-    Nor is the battle to the strong;
-  Success and safety are Thy gift,
-    The glory must to Thee belong.
-
-  Let our dear land in safety rest,
-    Her people happy, loyal, free,
-  Blest amongst nations—still most blest
-    In that pure faith which leads to Thee!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXVI.
-                           SOLDIER’S HYMN.
-
-
-  Holy warfare, Lord, is mine
-    Against a foe I cannot see,—
-  Oh! aid me with Thy grace divine,
-    Thy faithful soldier let me be.
-
-  Thy armour—faith and righteousness,
-    Thy holy Word within my hand,
-  When fierce temptations round me press
-    Let me thy faithful soldier stand.
-
-  Should false shame lure me to deny
-    The truth, or waver in the right,
-  Let me the insidious foe defy,
-    And as Thy faithful soldier fight.
-
-  And oh! when death’s keen shafts descend,
-    And failing pulse, and glazing eye,
-  Warn that the conflict soon must end,
-    Thy faithful soldier let me die!
-
-  Washed in Thy blood, let me appear
-    Where crowns are to the conquerors given,—
-  Through Christ alone we triumph here,
-    Or wear the victor’s wreath in Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXVII.
-                     THE WISE MEN FROM THE EAST.
-
-
-  “Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion—where thy King?
-  The treasures of our distant land to Him we tribute bring;
-  Lo! in the East we saw His star, the day-spring from on high,
-  And we have come to worship Him enthroned in majesty!”
-
-  Thus spake the Eastern sages, thus the pious Gentiles spake,
-  But Judah would not know her Lord, His people would not wake;
-  The earth’s Creator was on earth, unnoticed or forgot,
-  The Saviour came unto His own, His own received Him not.
-
-  The Gentile world that lay in darkness, they have seen the light,
-  Wherefore doth Zion turn away on whom it rose so bright!
-  Oh! thou that bearest joyful tidings, why so mute art thou?
-  Lift up thy voice, Jerusalem, behold thy Saviour now!
-
-  Oh! joy to those who seek Messiah while He may be found;
-  Again the heavenly harbinger sheds its soft lustre round,
-  Not on proud tower or stately palace streams the radiance mild,
-  But where the carpenter’s meek wife bends o’er her blessed Child.
-
-  Hail, Mary, highly-favoured, hail! God’s power o’ershadoweth thee,
-  Blessed amongst all women thou in thy humility!
-  Yea, rather blessed they who seek Christ’s precepts to fulfil,—
-  His mother, brethren, sisters, they who know and do His will.
-
-  The sages to the infant Saviour bring their offerings meet,
-  Rich odours fill the perfumed air, gold glitters at His feet;
-  Oh! happy thus His poverty’s sharp trial to defer,
-  To minister to Him who came to all to minister!
-
-  May we not deem when He in glory comes, th’ eternal Lord
-  Will all those offerings of faith remember and reward,—
-  That richer than the wealth of worlds that hallowed gold will be,
-  Those sacred odours fragrance breathe through all eternity?
-
-  But now the Saviour sits enthroned above the Seraphim;
-  When all creation owns his sway, and angels worship Him,
-  Can _our_ poor gifts acceptance find before His glorious throne?
-  The earth is His and all therein, not e’en our lives our own.
-
-  Lo! here the “Man of sorrows” representatives hath left,
-  The sick, the prisoners, the poor, of all but hope bereft;
-  Aid to “the least of these His brethren” to the Lord is given,
-  Off’rings of love to those He loves, He will accept in Heaven.
-
-  But still the noblest gift that man can lay before God’s throne
-  Is the rich tribute of a heart that trusts in Him alone;
-  The poorest—least—this gift may bring, but oh! it will outweigh
-  The treasures of the universe upon the judgment-day!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXVIII.
-                            SONG OF HOPE.
-
-
-  How highly blest were those who saw
-    On earth their gracious Lord,
-  Who dared approach His sacred form,
-    Who listened to His word,
-  Whose faith the Son of God approved,—
-  Whom the Redeemer saw, and loved!
-
-  Disciples hearkening to the voice
-    Which reached the inmost soul,
-  That voice which could awake the dead,
-    The winds and waves control;
-  Who heard—oh! more than happiness—
-  Those accents pardon, praise, or bless!
-
-  Who gazed on that soul-searching eye,
-    Which every thought foresaw,
-  From whose calm power the hypocrite
-    Shrank with instinctive awe,—
-  Yet saw on _them_ its glances fixed
-  With tender mercy—love unmixed!
-
-  And may not such ecstatic bliss
-    Be granted e’en to me?
-  Though death destroy this mortal flesh,
-    These eyes my God shall see,
-  When coming in the clouds of light
-  His glory bursts upon my sight!
-
-  To hear the Saviour’s voice of love
-    Pronounce the gracious word,
-  “Come, blessed of My Father, come,
-    Enter the kingdom of your Lord;”
-  To meet the smile in eyes divine—
-  Oh! can such rapture e’er be mine!
-
-  It may, it may, it is prepared
-    For all who love Him here,
-  Who humbly search His written word,
-    And serve with faith and fear;
-  They all shall see Messiah’s face
-  Radiant with glory, love, and grace!
-
-  The hand that guides their course on earth
-    Shall wipe all tears away,
-  The light which cheers their thorny path
-    Shall flash to perfect day;
-  Where Jesus reigns His saints shall be,
-  With Him through all eternity!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXIX.
-                          THE FEARFUL HEART.
-
-
-    “Lord, carest Thou not that we perish!”
-  Cried his followers in agonized fear,
-      When the black stormy sky,
-      And the waves dashing high,
-  Made death with its terrors seem near.
-
-    The Saviour awoke from His slumber—
-  He spake, and rebuked the rude main;
-      Though the wild cry for aid
-      Feeble faith had betrayed,
-  E’en that cry was not uttered in vain.
-
-    “Lord, careth Thou not that we perish!”
-  This oft is the cry of despair,
-      When affliction’s waves roll,
-      And the agonized soul
-  Scarce can breathe forth her anguish in prayer.
-
-    Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,
-  His eye cannot slumber or sleep,
-      The bark which he guides
-      Where His Presence abides
-  Can never be wrecked on the deep.
-
-    Oh! how soon would our inward griefs vanish,
-  Our souls fear no perils without,
-      Could we hear His mild love
-      Thus our terrors reprove,
-  “Ye of little faith, why did ye doubt?”
-
-
-
-
-                                 XL.
-                          CONVICTION OF SIN.
-
-
-  When Peter by the miracle
-    Knew his celestial guest,
-  At the Redeemer’s feet he fell
-    By sense of guilt opprest;
-  “Depart!” he cried, subdued and awed,
-  “I am a sinful man, O Lord!”
-
-  So must the wisest, holiest, best,
-    Their past transgressions own,
-  And on the Saviour’s mercy rest
-    Their hopes of heaven alone;
-  To all applies the suppliant word,
-  “Have mercy on a sinner, Lord!”
-
-  Can vain thoughts, covetous desires,
-    And proud presumptuous hearts,
-  Endure the pure eye that requires
-    Truth in the inward parts?
-  Self-righteousness, deluding sin,
-  Would shrink if light but streamed within.
-
-  Nor deem we good deeds can atone
-    For one—the smallest—sin;
-  That virtues, in the balance thrown,
-    May God’s acceptance win,—
-  On tainted works man dare not rest,
-  “Unprofitable” at the best.
-
-  Ne’er be the impious hope allowed;
-    No more let mortals aim
-  From God, or from themselves, to shroud
-    Their helplessness and shame,
-  But at Thy feet, Lord Jesus, fall,
-  Like Peter, and confess it all!
-
-  The spotted leprosy of guilt
-    Within we must have seen,
-  Ere we in faith cry, “If Thou wilt,
-    Lord! Thou canst make me clean!”
-  Oh! let us first our frailty see
-  Then find our cure, our all in Thee!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XLI.
-                          THE SACRED GUEST.
-
-
-  When from the branches’ leafy screen
-    Zaccheus on his Master gazed,
-  What must his glad surprise have been
-    When the Lord’s eye to him was raised!
-  Christ singled out that one frail man
-    From all the throng that round Him pressed,
-  And to the slighted publican
-    These gracious words the Lord addressed.
-
-  “Make haste, descend, this day will I
-    With thee abide.” Zaccheus heard,
-  Received his Master joyfully,
-    And reaped the blessing of that word:
-  “This day salvation to this home
-    Is come,” thus Christ the blessing gave;
-  “For lo! the Son of man is come
-    That which was lost to seek and save!”
-
-  Mortal, on earth though low-esteemed,
-    Thou, like the publican, mayst be;
-  The eye that on Zaccheus beamed
-    May now be, _is_ now fixed on thee.
-  From Him retirement is no screen,
-    Thy insignificance no shroud;
-  And still all cold as thou hast been
-    To thee the Saviour speaks aloud.
-
-  “Lo! at the door I stand and knock,
-    If any open unto Me,
-  The portals of his heart unlock,
-    I, even I, his Guest will be.”
-  Oh! can that sacred Guest in vain
-    Crave entrance to a sinner’s heart;
-  Can pride itself unmoved remain,
-    Or madness pray Him to depart?
-
-  No; sure with grateful joy alone
-    Thou wilt thy Lord and Saviour meet,
-  Within thy heart prepare His throne,
-    And pour thy treasures at His feet!
-  For think not Christ thy Guest can be
-    Unless thy works His presence prove,
-  As in Zaccheus, God in thee
-    See acts of justice, deeds of love.
-
-  Pure is the heart if God be there,
-    That shrine no second lord receives;
-  Christ suffers not His “house of prayer”
-    To be the shameful “den of thieves.”
-  Far from the temple that He loves
-    He drives base passions, selfish care,
-  With His own blood each stain removes,
-    Then comes and dwells for ever there!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLII.
-                             THE MOURNER.
-
-
-  Forth from the city gate of Nain
-    Slow wends the funeral array,
-  And friends by love or pity led
-    Swell the procession on its way.
-  There from one closely shrouded form
-    The deep low sobs convulsive burst—
-  The widow mourns her only son,
-    And grief for her has done its worst.
-
-  The Saviour meets the sorrowing one,
-    And they that bear the bier stand still,
-  The voice of grief is hushed in awe,
-    And all in silence wait His will.
-  The “Man of Sorrows” sees her woe,
-    He who knew grief, for grief can feel;
-  Weep not, thou mourner, Christ is near,
-    As Man to pity, God to heal.
-
-  He speaks the word, and death obeys:
-    Is it the breeze that stirs the shroud?
-  The stiffened limbs relax, they move
-    With new and wondrous life endowed.
-  Life dawns upon the ashen cheek,
-    Through each cold vein life’s currents run,
-  The dead man rises from his bier—
-    The widow clasps her living son!
-
-  Oh! ye bereaved ones, whose sad tears
-    Some loved and lifeless form bedew,
-  The Eye that saw and pitied her
-    Looks in compassion down on you;
-  Although no miracle at once
-    Your loved one to your arms restore,
-  That voice which waked the widow’s son
-    Shall bid him live, to die no more.
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIII.
-                         THE CHRISTIAN BOND.
-
-
-  When in our breasts we feel the flame of love,
-    Kindled by heaven, becoming dim and low,
-  When cold our feelings are to God above,
-    Unsympathizing to His poor below,
-    When kindness seems a task, and words impatient flow;
-  How shall we cherish love’s declining light?
-    By drawing forth from memory’s treasure-cave
-  The recollection of that mournful night
-    When Jesus to the flock He died to save
-    Gave His last mild commands, His parting blessing gave.
-
-  Muse on the solemn scene, till faith have power
-    The inspired narrative to realize;
-  And round the board at evening’s silent hour
-    The chosen twelve appear, their anxious eyes
-    Fixed on the Lamb of God, the spotless Sacrifice.
-  Lo! on the bread His sacred hand he lays,
-    That hand so soon transfixed for them to be;
-  See the Redeemer’s sad uplifted gaze,
-    And hear the accents breathing mournfully,
-    “This do ye in remembrance still of Me!”
-
-  Nor this the sole command by Christ then given
-    To His disciples, loved unto the last,
-  At that sad meeting, when the Lord of Heaven
-    Beheld death’s awful hour approaching fast,
-    The cross—the anguish which all mortal woe surpassed;
-  When He surveyed His small devoted band,
-    And all that He for them would suffer knew,
-  The Saviour breathed that heavenly command,
-    That bond of union to His faithful few,
-    “Love one another e’en as I have loved you.”
-
-  _As I have loved you._ Oh! more than love,—
-    Language can breathe, and thought conceive no more;
-  It is not “as thyself”—_this_ mounts above
-    All human feeling, bids us higher soar,
-    Gaze on the cross, and feel the love a Saviour bore!
-  And can we ever rudely tear aside
-    The band Messiah twined around His own?
-  Envy, resentment, petulance, or pride,
-    Erase the mark by which His flock are known?
-    Hath Christ ne’er loved _us_, to us no mercy shown?
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIV.
-                       THE CURE AT GETHSEMANE.
-
-
-  The awful night hath passed, the day
-    Soon o’er the mountains will be breaking,
-  And from their sleep of sorrow now
-    The Saviour’s followers are waking;
-  The Lord hath risen from His knees,
-    His soul resigned on God relies,
-  The cup of vengeance now is full,
-    The Victim waits the sacrifice.
-
-  Hark! hark! what sounds the stillness break,—
-    The clouds of danger darken o’er Him,
-  The traitor bands surround their Lord,
-    And His betrayer stands before Him.
-  Then love bursts through the bonds of fear—
-    Forth from the scabbard leaps the sword,
-  The apostle strikes the hasty blow
-    To save—or to avenge his Lord!
-
-  Oh! many a miracle of love
-    The Lord had wrought for souls believing,
-  Now stilling storms, now by His power
-    The wants of multitudes relieving;
-  But the last miracle of Christ,
-    Ere to His fearful trial brought,
-  Was wrought when captive and betrayed—
-    And for His persecutor wrought.
-
-  He touched the wound—and it was healed;
-    Oh! deed, unmeasured love revealing;
-  Ere it was nailed upon the cross
-    That gracious hand’s last touch was healing!
-  And when the lighter wrongs we bear
-    Rouse in our hearts vindictive fire,
-  Shall not remembrance of that deed
-    Thrill on our souls, and calm our ire?
-
-  Sweet are the thoughts that wondrous cure
-    Wrought at Gethsemane may yield us;
-  We, too, were rebels to our King,
-    And He, though rebels, touched and healed us.
-  Let us to all men mercy show,
-    As we through only mercy live;
-  Rejoice, like Christ, the poor to bless,
-    Like Christ, the guilty to forgive!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XLV.
-                       HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.
-
-
-  At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding,
-    By faith let me now with His followers bend;
-  Let me hear for my pardon His voice interceding,
-    And see, for my sins, these dear life-drops descend.
-
-  As when His fierce murderers mocked and defied Him,
-    The Maries still clung to their Master adored,
-  Nor for thrones would have quitted their station beside Him,
-    Their long mournful watch by their crucified Lord;
-
-  So, unmoved by the scoffs of the foe and blasphemer,
-    I would muse upon all that my Saviour hath borne;
-  Permitted to watch by the dying Redeemer,
-    And gaze on that pale brow encircled with thorn.
-
-  Oh! let such remembrance be present before me
-    When called on the feast of His love to partake,
-  Let my spirit commune with her Lord now in glory,
-    And trembling behold what He bore for our sake!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLVI.
-                         HYMN FOR THE DYING.
-
-
-  The day of life is closing,
-    Its last faint beam has fled;
-  Yet faith, on Christ reposing,
-    Can Death’s cold waters tread;
-  The dark sea spreads before me,
-    Upon the brink I stand;
-  Oh, guide me, Lord of Glory,
-    To Heaven’s blissful strand!
-        To Thee, Lord, I flee,
-        My trust is in Thee;
-  “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?”
-
-  No longer here detain me,
-    I hear my Saviour’s voice,
-  I feel His arm sustain me,
-    I triumph and rejoice!
-  The Lord will bless for ever
-    Those who His love have known,
-  Nor life, nor death shall sever
-    The Saviour from His own!
-        Victorious and free
-        His people shall be;
-  “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?”
-
-
-
-
-                                XLVIL
-                        DEATH IS NOT DREADFUL.
-
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    Though sad affection weeps,
-  The grave is but the cradle where
-    The future seraph sleeps,
-  And smiling Faith her watch above
-    The peaceful slumberer keeps.
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    ’Twere terrible to die,
-  E’en to the best, if called to stand
-    Before the Deity
-  Bare in their guilt,—without a friend
-    To meet the Judge’s eye.
-
-  But oh! the weakest saint
-    May fearless pass the flood,
-  His robe shall shine as white as light
-    Washed in his Saviour’s blood;
-  The Judge Himself shall plead his cause,
-    Who as his Surety stood.
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    It bids us reap at last
-  The joyful harvest of our tears,
-    Our toils and trials past;
-  It gives us our inheritance,
-    How glorious and how vast!
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    It is the Saviour’s voice
-  Calling His lambs unto the fold;
-    They hear it, and rejoice:
-  In life or death “to be with Christ”
-    This is His servants’ choice.
-
-  So, when the long night comes,
-    In peace they close their eyes,
-  Humbly confiding in His care
-    Whose love all change defies,—
-  Bowing to His Almighty will,
-    All-merciful, All-wise.
-
-  Then welcome be the night
-    Preceding endless day,
-  Thrice blessed the Gospel’s glorious light,
-    That chased its gloom away,
-  And showed us life beyond the tomb
-    In Christ, the sinner’s Stay.
-
-
-
-
-                               XLVIII.
-                           NEVER FORSAKEN.
-
-
-  Why dread the future, trembling one,
-    Since whatsoe’er the griefs it bring,
-  A Father’s voice pronounced the fate
-    It bears upon its rapid wing?
-  Canst thou not trust thy earthly hopes
-    To Him in whom thy soul confides;
-  Nor cast thy cares upon thy Lord
-    When angels whisper “God provides.”
-
-  “Why for the morrow take ye thought?”
-    The God of truth and mercy said;
-  His gracious arm supports thee now,
-    His sheltering wing is o’er thee spread;
-  He ne’er forgets His human pangs—
-    The stricken soul, the tortured limb—
-  Nor gives a moment’s needless pain
-    To those who love and trust in Him!
-
-  What dost thou fear, what dost thou dread?
-    The rushing wind—the billow’s roar?
-  The gale, though rude, by love is sent
-    To speed thy course to Heaven’s shore.
-  More fatal were a death-like calm;
-    The stormy voyage not long can last,
-  The Saviour’s welcome overpays
-    A thousand-fold the perils past.
-
-  Fear not,—what should God’s children fear?
-    The dreaded clouds may roll away;
-  Unnumbered mercies oft received
-    Should strengthen faith to trust to-day.
-  Enough—without the Lord’s consent
-    None from thy head one hair can sever;
-  Enough—thou art the Almighty’s care;
-    Afflicted, but forsaken never!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIX.
-                         THY FATHER’S FRIEND.
-
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father’s friend,
-    Forsake not thou thine own;
-  Though care and grief his form may bow,
-  And frosts of age be on his brow,
-  And like a leafless willow now
-    He stand on earth alone.
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father’s friend,
-    Revere the hoary head;
-  Thou may’st have little to bestow
-  To lessen want, or lighten woe,
-  But who does not the solace know
-    Which kindly words can shed!
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father’s friend;
-    So when thy strength is o’er,
-  May’st thou ne’er want a friend in need,
-  Thy age to cheer, thy footsteps lead,
-  But he who is a “Friend indeed”
-    Be thine for evermore!
-
-
-
-
-                                  L.
-                     FEAR OF GOD AND FEAR OF MAN.
-
-
-  The fear of God most high—
-    It is a holy fear;
-  It makes us pass through life as those
-    Who know their Lord is near.
-  The fear of sinful man—
-    ’Tis a debasing fear,
-  Shame will be theirs who dare not brave
-    A censure or a sneer.
-
-  It was the fear of God
-    By which the Hebrews three
-  Undaunted met the tyrant’s frown—
-    Unmoved the flames could see.
-  It was the fear of man
-    Weak Pilate’s breast within,
-  That stained his hands with guiltless blood,
-    His soul with blackest sin.
-
-  No courage is like that
-    Which steadfast faith bestows;
-  With God our Friend, we would be safe
-    Were all the world our foes!
-  Faith but the _duty_ sees
-    Where doubt would danger scan;
-  ’Tis through the fear of God alone
-    We crush the fear of man.
-
-
-
-
-                                 LI.
-                        THE SINNERS’ PORTION.
-
-
-  Who Wisdom’s path forsakes
-    Leaves all true joy behind;
-  He who the peace of others breaks,
-    No peace himself shall find.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The drunkard gaily sings
-    Above his foaming glass,
-  But shame and pain the revel brings
-    Ere many hours can pass.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The thief may count his gains;—
-    If he the sum could see
-  Of future punishment and pains,
-    Sad would his reckoning be.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The Sabbath-breaker spurns
-    What Wisdom did ordain;
-  God’s rest to Satan’s use he turns,
-    A blessing to a bane.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  O Lord, to Thee we pray,
-    Do Thou our faith increase,
-  Make us to walk in Wisdom’s way,
-    The only way of peace!
-  For flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-
-
-
-                                 LII.
-                           DEATH-BED HYMN.
-
-
-  Standing upon the awful brink,
-  Almost too faint to pray or think,
-  Thou who canst pain and fear control,
-  My God, have mercy on my soul!
-
-  A chilling gloom I feel within,
-  A trembling consciousness of sin;
-  I cannot to my mind recall
-  What sins—but Thou hast marked them all.
-
-  Oh, let my soul some promise hear
-  From Thy blest Word to calm her fear;
-  Oh, bid this doubt, this anguish cease—
-  My Saviour say, “Depart in peace!”
-
-  Thou know’st I loved Thee,—weak might be
-  My faith—but it was fixed on Thee;
-  Thou didst a gracious promise make—
-  Oh, save me for Thy mercy’s sake!
-
-  Methinks I hear my Lord reply:
-  “Fear not, for I am ever nigh;
-  In life—in death—beyond the grave—
-  My arm shall guide, support, and save.
-
-  “Thy ransom hath been paid by love,
-  Thy mansion is prepared above;
-  No power of death, or hell, or sin,
-  From Me one pardoned soul shall win!”
-
-
-
-
-                                LIII.
-                              SAVE ONE!
-
-
-  Souls are perishing before thee,
-                Save—save one!
-  It may be thy crown of glory,
-                Save—save one!
-  From the waves that would devour,
-  From the raging lion’s power,
-  From destruction’s fiery shower,
-                Save—save one!
-
-  Not in thine own strength confiding,
-                Save—save one;
-  Faith and prayer thy efforts guiding,
-                Save—save one!
-  None can e’er, unless possessing
-  Heavenly aid and heavenly blessing,
-  To the work of mercy pressing,
-                Save e’en one.
-
-  Who the worth of souls can measure?
-                Save—save one!
-  Who can count the priceless treasure?
-                Save—save one!
-  Like the stars shall shine, for ever
-  They who faithfully endeavour
-  Dying sinners to deliver,
-                Save—save one!
-
-
-
-
-                                 LIV.
-                           NEW YEAR’S HYMN,
-           WRITTEN AT THE TIME OF THE INDIAN MUTINY, 1857.
-
-
-  In the year that hath passed o’er us,
-    Many suffered woe and pain;
-  Time can ne’er the brave restore us,
-    Far in distant India slain.
-        Praying, praising,
-    Saints have joined the martyr-train.
-
-  But another year is dawning,
-    We are spared its light to see;
-  May each blessing, may each warning,
-    Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee—
-        Like Thy martyrs
-    Faithful unto death to be!
-
-  May Thy Word, salvation bringing,
-    Shine where darkness now appears;
-  Plenteous be the harvest springing,
-    That was sown in blood and tears;—
-        Light from darkness,
-    Joy from sorrow, hope from fears!
-
-  Blessed hope now set before us,
-    Satan’s slaves shall burst their thrall,
-  All the nations join the chorus
-    To the Lord who died for all;—
-        Ransomed millions
-    At the Saviour’s feet shall fall!
-
-
-
-
-                                POEMS.
-
-
-
-
-                                  1.
-                           THE INDIAN MAID.
-
-
-  The leading incidents in this poem are historical. The descendants
-  of Pocahontas are still to be found, I believe, in the United
-  States.
-
-  Through the majestic forest shade
-    The light of morn is faintly shining,
-  Scarce straggling through the twilight made
-    By leafy boughs entwining;
-  As Nature, from the birth of Time,
-    Deep in this lone sequestered wood,
-  Had formed herself a bower sublime,
-    Where she might dwell with solitude,
-  And list the wild bird’s note, nor fear
-  Man’s guilty foot could wander here,
-  Or war’s unhallowed trumpet wake
-  The slumbering echoes, rudely break
-  The solemn, deep, unearthly still,
-  Which to a stranger’s soul must thrill
-  A sense of awe—as though he trod
-  A temple consecrate to God!
-
-  Yet war can penetrate e’en here
-    To blight the beauties of creation,
-  Till Nature’s calmest scenes appear
-    Dark haunts of desolation.
-  The murderer’s sword hath left the sheath,
-    When from the bright pure heaven above,
-  And smiling earth, there seemed to breathe
-    But peace, and joy, and love.
-  And even now, when blushing morn,
-  On rosy clouds by zephyrs borne,
-  Comes in her laughing loveliness
-  The world to brighten and to bless,
-  It were more meet that heaven should shroud
-  Her radiant brow in some dark cloud,
-  And dewy tears of morning flow
-  For scenes of blood on earth below!
-
-  See, in the forest’s thickest maze
-    The dark-eyed Indian tribes assembling,
-  Free as the pure fresh breeze that plays
-    On leaves around them trembling.
-  Wild Nature’s wilder sons,—each brow
-    The radiant sun of western lands
-  Hath kindled to a redder glow;
-    In painted pride the savage stands,
-  So differing in garb—in skin—
-  In mien—he scarce might seem akin
-  To Europe’s sons, did we not trace
-  In the dark features of his face
-  The same fierce passions, which declare
-  The race of Adam here and there,
-  And prove, alas! we share with all
-  One common origin, and fall!
-
-  But what white-bosomed victim here
-    Stands bound, a cruel death awaiting,
-  The dreadful preparations near
-    Now firmly contemplating,—
-  Now raising calm his thoughtful eye
-    Where, through the boughs that intervene
-  Of Nature’s verdant canopy,
-    Bright glimpses are of heaven seen?
-  Reflects he on the murderous doom
-  Which destines him a bloody tomb,
-  Sudden cut off, before his time,
-  In honour’s course, in manhood’s prime,—
-  On projects that with him must die,
-  Hopes ripening to reality,
-  But blasted ere their fruits afford
-  To science its well-earned reward?
-
-  Or thinks he on the distant land
-    To which life’s earliest ties have bound him,
-  Where last he grasped his father’s hand,
-    And felt his mother’s arms around him?
-  Above these savage yells of death
-    Does memory hear the low deep prayer
-  Her trembling lips could scarcely breathe,
-    That God might shield him everywhere?
-  ’Tis answered, yes, that prayer of love,
-  Scarce heard on earth, has reached above!
-  Though fixed his doom, though Death e’en now
-  Stands prompt—he may not strike the blow!
-  Twice did the trembling compass[2] give
-  A respite,—wonder bade him live;
-  But other succour now must save
-  The hero from untimely grave.
-
-  For lo! behold, with savage joy
-    His foes their victim now surrounding,
-  Eager to smite and to destroy,
-    The woods with yells resounding!
-  Calm and resigned he kneels in dust,
-    Lays on the stone his manly head,
-  And waits the crushing blows, that must
-    Number him with the dead;
-  When, like the bright celestial bow
-  Which, when the angry tempests blow,
-  And heaven’s bolts from high are hurled—
-  Speaks peace and mercy to the world—
-  Forward here springs an Indian maid,
-  As light as fawn in forest glade,
-  Her cheek with generous ardour glowing,
-  O’er her slight form the dark hair flowing,
-  While firm resolve, and feeling high,
-  Sparkle in her soul-speaking eye.
-
-  “O Father, spare the chief!” she cries,
-    Before her parent interceding,
-  Her claspèd hands, and eloquent eyes,
-    More than her accents pleading;
-  “Was he not brave in war, and kind
-    And true in peace? did he e’er break
-  The solemn wampum league, or bind
-    The captive to the stake?
-  For him a wife afar may sigh,
-  A lonely mother mourning die,
-  For who shall now with sounding bow
-  Bring down for them the elk or roe,
-  Whose hatchet shall defend their home
-  When hostile tribes with war-cries come!
-  Oh! spare the white chief, that his voice
-  His wife’s sad bosom may rejoice;
-  Oh! spare him, that his hand may dry
-  The teardrop in his mother’s eye!”
-
-  But stern the Indian’s answer; vain
-    Her pleading words, her warm endeavour,
-  The murderers’ clubs are raised again
-    To crush the brave for ever!
-  Lo! from her knees the maiden springs,
-    Rapid as lightning’s flash above,
-  As guardian angels spread their wings
-    O’er mortals that they love,
-  Around the Doomed her arms are thrown,
-  His form protected by her own,
-  With him will she the worst await,
-  And save his life, or share his fate!
-  “Strike him!” she cries, “but ’neath the blow
-  His blood and mine shall mingled flow;
-  Strike him! but in the spirit-land
-  With him shall Pocahontas stand,
-  Nor live to say her tribe hath slain
-  The chief for whom she prayed in vain!”
-
-  There is a spell in woman’s eye
-    When, injured Virtue’s cause defending,
-  Her soul is roused to energy,
-    Vigour with sweetness blending!
-  Soft plumes that tremble in the air
-    Have formed a breastplate strong to save,
-  And woman’s heart will oft-times dare
-    What might appal the brave!
-  E’en the rude Indians feel the power
-  Of courage equal to the hour,
-  Catch virtues warm inspiring glow
-  And more than mercy asked, bestow.
-  Rise, Briton, rise, both safe and free,
-  With life receive back liberty;
-  Spring from the spot of sacrifice
-  From which thou ne’er didst hope to rise;
-  Or rather, once more prostrate fall
-  To bless the God who saved from all!
-
-  Not long the dark-eyed maiden hears
-    His grateful words of deep devotion,
-  They part—to meet in future years
-    Beyond the heaving ocean.
-  “Go, stranger, to thy distant home,”
-    Thus flowed her simple, wild farewell,
-  “When thy pale tribes to greet thee come,
-    Then of the Red man’s mercy tell!
-  And when the round sun leaves the sky
-  To light the Indian forests high,
-  Say thou hast left a daughter there,
-  And bid him here thy greetings bear!
-  And oh! if e’er a Red man be
-  Thy captive, then remember me;
-  If weary-footed Indian pray
-  For shelter, turn not thou away,
-  But to my race a father be,
-  As thou hast found a child in me!”
-
-  Sweet maid! she little dreamed how near
-    The hour when she—a captive mourning—
-  A Briton’s voice her grief would cheer,
-    The White man’s debt returning;
-  When Rolfe with tenderest care essayed
-    The maiden’s flowing tears to dry,
-  Until captivity he made
-    More sweet than liberty!
-  Amidst her grief, amidst her fear,
-  Love’s melting tones first reached her ear,
-  And oh! has life one dark distress
-  That sweet voice cannot soothe or bless!
-  It was as though the raging blast
-  Had o’er some silent harp-strings past,
-  And waked so soft, so wild a strain
-  (As joy still owes its zest to pain),
-  The spirit of the storm drew near,
-  Closed his dark wings, and paused to hear!
-
-  And with Rolfe’s heart she learned to share
-    His hopes, on heavenward pinion soaring,
-  And with him knelt in humble prayer,
-    The Christian’s God adoring.
-  The sacred tie has made them one,
-    That tie which death alone can part,
-  Love’s circlet on her hand hath shone,
-    Love’s torch within her heart;
-  And she hath quitted that wild shore
-  Her tearful eyes shall view no more,
-  And, wafted by the western wind,
-  Left all that once she loved behind.
-  Honours in Albion’s isle attend
-  The Indian bride, the captive’s friend;
-  From royal lips[3] her praises sound,
-  Her generous deed with fame is crowned.
-  But precious to her soul, above
-  All fame, her husband’s smile of love,
-  Or Smith’s proud glance, when she would claim
-  Once more a daughter’s cherished name.
-
-  But oh! how close the sacred ties
-    That to our native country bind us,
-  In foreign scenes the heart still sighs
-    For dearer left behind us!
-  She longed to see the waving woods,
-    Her dark-haired sire, her Indian shore,
-  Her spirit yearned to cross the floods
-    And view her native soil once more.
-  But ere the vessel left the strand,
-  Sickness, with damp and heavy hand
-  Stayed the fair wanderer, like a spell
-  Unseen, but irresistible,
-  For death in his pale bark had come
-  To waft her to a brighter home.
-  Brief was the passage, but how vast
-  The space in those short seconds past!
-  One moment Rolfe in wild distress
-  Hung o’er her fading loveliness,
-  Met her long dying gaze of love,
-  Saw her pale lips in blessing move,
-  The next—and her immortal soul
-  Had crossed the floods, and reached the goal,
-  And he was left to mourn its flight,
-  Till death, that severed them, should reunite!
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-                                 II.
-                               BLANCHE.
-
-
-  Life’s deep afflictions not alone demand
-    Devout submission to th’ Almighty’s will,
-  The flower nursed by dew, by breezes fanned,
-    Yet may the slow-corroding canker kill,
-    While all around it smiles, it fadeth still;
-  Such is the thankless heart which—pleasure-cloyed—
-    Turns from surrounding good to fancied ill,
-  And forms within itself a cheerless void
-  ’Mid blessings unacknowledged, pleasures unenjoyed.
-
-  Oh! deem ye not them sufferers alone
-    Whom poverty consumes, or cares oppress,
-  Who mourn o’er health departed, hopes o’erthrown,
-    Or—severed from a parent’s fond caress—
-    Find the world changed into a wilderness;
-  As deep the desolation of a mind
-    (With all to cheer it, and with all to bless)
-  That, to its own self-fostered gloom resigned,
-  Rejects the happiness God bade it seek and find.
-
-  My parents, faithful soldiers of the Cross,
-    Had o’er successive offspring closed the tomb,
-  And—ere my infant heart could know its loss—
-    They too had sunk beneath the mortal doom,—
-    My life, in sorrow passed, commenced in gloom.
-  Yet friends were left; the patriarch of our line
-    For my sake would a parent’s cares resume,
-  And his mild consort, then in life’s decline,
-  As she had watched my father’s youth would watch o’er mine.
-
-  With tenderness did they their charge fulfil,
-    In the retirement of a peaceful spot;
-  But ah! not theirs the strength to curb the will,
-    To train Christ’s soldier for a trying lot.
-    Offences gently chidden—and forgot,
-  The wavering denial, weak delay,
-    And threat—by punishment succeeded not,
-  Marred in the morn the promise of the day,
-  The Christian child’s first lesson should be to _obey_.
-
-  Cruel, misjudging tenderness! how soon
-    The plant by weakness nursed bore fruit in woe!
-  The branch which love with gentle hand might prune,
-    Reserved to fall ’neath God’s chastising blow!
-    Can they the toils of warfare undergo
-  Whose childhood knows no wish ungratified?
-    Oh! check the first advances of the foe,
-  Stay at the source the quickly-swelling tide,—
-  From reason’s dawn must thou for good or ill decide.
-
-  Time fleeted by,—I was a child no more,
-    But with my growth, alas! the evil grew.
-  I loved creation’s wonders to explore,
-    But on the world within ne’er fixed my view.
-    Eager the paths of science to pursue,
-  By praise encouraged, and by pride impelled,
-    The charmèd task each day would I renew,
-  And, while my bosom with vainglory swelled,
-  Measured myself by those I deemed that I excelled.
-
-  And was I happy? no, the unbridled mind
-    May soar too freely through the fields of air,
-  In its own liberty a bondage find;
-    My spirits were not bound by earthly care,
-    No loss had I to weep, no frowns to bear.
-  My own enjoyment was my single aim,
-    I sought it upon earth, nor found it there,
-  Satiety and disappointment came,—
-  “Oh, that I were a man to win the meed of fame!”
-
-  I longed for something lofty—undefined—
-    A kindred soul to mingle with my own,
-  A destiny more worthy of a mind
-    Now amidst uncongenial spirits thrown.
-    By friends surrounded—yet I stood alone:
-  Self was the gilded idol I adored;
-    Had I Christ’s strength and my own weakness known,
-  Soon had that idol felt the gospel sword,
-  Low levelled in the dust before my conquering Lord!
-
-  Yet was I ardent in religious cause,
-    Impiety I scorned—denounced—despised;
-  No warrior his holy weapon draws
-    With zeal more fervent than I exercised
-    When faithlessness in others I chastised;
-  My spirit kindled at the martyr’s tale,
-    There were my dreams of glory realized;
-  Oh! where their faith prevailed would mine prevail,
-  Could soul so ardent in the fiery trial fail?
-
-  I felt not then that in life’s loneliest way
-    A glorious warfare may the Christian wage;
-  Humbly to honour, meekly to obey,
-    In charity’s mild duties to engage,
-    And gently soothe the fretfulness of age,—
-  Such is the sacred post to woman given;
-    Home is her battle-field; the strife must rage
-  Till sin and self are from their empire driven:
-  Will not the victor rest with martyr-saints in heaven?
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-  With weariness I viewed my rural life,
-    Hid from a world in which I hoped to shine,—
-  Better the press of care, the toil of strife,
-    Than thus in an insipid calm to pine,
-    Watching my aged guardian’s slow decline;
-  Youth was, I deemed, the season for delight,
-    E’en should its sorrows with its joys be mine,
-  The deepest shadows mark the brightest light,
-  Dim is the hour when both in one dull hue unite!
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-  Sin may invite the soul; by discontent
-    The wayward soul herself inviteth sin;
-  I sought a trial—God the trial sent.
-    One formed a colder heart than mine to win,
-    Lighted the soul-consuming torch within:
-  Montoro sought my hand, his lips revealed
-    His love; I felt another life begin,—
-  To fervent love must self his empire yield,—
-  No, for that love itself was selfishness concealed!
-
-  What though Montoro’s highborn parents frowned
-    Upon his union with a lowly maid;
-  Though upon means already slender found,
-    A second burden thus would now be laid,—
-    Although with darkened sight, and strength decayed,
-  My widowed grandsire claimed a daughter’s care,—
-    What was it to a soul by passion swayed?
-  His lonely dwelling now must strangers share,
-  No daughter’s voice to raise the hymn, or join the prayer.
-
-  ’Twas on a summer morn I left my home,
-    Buoyant with hope and long-sought happiness,
-  Yet did a feeling of misgiving come
-    When, folded in the old man’s last caress,
-    He in his trembling accents strove to bless
-  The child who left him lonely, aged, and blind
-    E’en then my bosom would the thought oppress,
-  “Deserter from the post by God assigned,
-  Wilt thou again on earth a love so faithful find?”
-
-  ’Twas but a transitory thought; my soul
-    Exulted in an earthly paradise;
-  Impetuous hope had reached its wished-for goal,
-    And I could bear to see the tear-drops rise
-    Within those dear and venerable eyes,
-  Could joyous from my childhood’s home depart;
-    For him I loved too great no sacrifice,
-  Care had no weight, and poverty no smart;
-  He was the treasure of my soul, the idol of my heart!
-
-  Time roused me slowly from my golden dream,
-    Love, born in smiles, survived to mourn in tears;
-  Earth’s brightest blessings are not what they seem;
-    Beneath the sober influence of years
-    Fancy’s gay blossoms fade, and truth appears.
-  When word or frown impatient care betrayed,
-    My wounded soul could not disguise her fears
-  That now my lord with colder feelings weighed
-  And felt the sacrifice which blinded love had made.
-
-  And what I felt I spoke; my untamed soul
-    The task of patient love had yet to learn,
-  Each word, each look, each feeling to control,
-    Harshness with meek submission to return,
-    By charms more lasting, love more lasting earn,
-  This to my spirit was a task unknown;
-    My lip would quiver, and my cheek would burn,
-  By glance reproachful and upbraiding tone
-  I marred Montoro’s happiness—and crushed my own.
-
-  Hardships and cares, by eager love defied,
-    Heavy upon my weary spirit pressed,—
-  The struggle between poverty and pride,—
-    Ill could my temper bear the bitter test,
-    Exhausted hope could find no place of rest;
-  I, for the love of one, had all resigned,
-    And now my heart in bitterness confessed,
-  Though faithful love might yet remain behind,
-  It was no more the light of joy, the sunbeam of the mind.
-
-  Yet I content, nay, happy might have proved,
-    Could I have meekly stooped the yoke to bear,
-  Nor sought perfection in the man I loved;
-    But I had hoped a heaven on earth to share,—
-    Too ardent hope rebounds into despair.
-  When pride or passion fix the nuptial chain,
-    Time must the gilding from the fetters wear,—
-  Love’s golden links alone unchanged remain,
-  Hallowed by faith, to be renewed in Heaven again.
-
-  I now approach the crisis of my woes.
-    One, known in early life, again I met;—
-  With proud disdain I had regarded those
-    Who—low by birth, by nature lower—yet
-    Their upstart confidence in riches set;
-  And could I calmly Agnes now behold
-    Her brow encircled with a coronet,
-  Endure her haughty smile, her greeting cold,
-  Who owed her triumph solely to the power of gold?
-
-  I felt the press of poverty, and she
-    Had only to desire—and to possess;
-  Yet why should sight of her prosperity
-    Add to my cup one drop of bitterness?
-    Her luxuries made not my comforts less.
-  I know it now, though my deluded heart
-    Would then have scorned its weakness to confess;
-  Envy had fixed within his venomed dart,
-  And love had no sweet balm to heal the wounded part.
-
-  Hate’s ready weapon, ridicule, I sought,
-    The lightest word may give the deepest wound,—
-  Montoro’s sparkling wit the impulse caught,
-    His jests, by malice circulated round,
-    Too soon a fatal destination found.
-  Words are but breath, but breath may kindle flame
-    Destined to level cities with the ground!
-  My God, from Thy dread wrath the judgment came,
-  But oh! my guilt, my wretchedness were still the same!
-
-  A fatal sword hung o’er my head unknown,
-    Yawned at my feet a precipice unseen!
-  One morn Montoro had gone forth alone,
-    Methought there was a sadness in his mien,
-    And tender had his words at parting been;
-  A long fond kiss upon our babe he prest,
-    Still in her cradle slumbering serene;
-  The tide of love gushed warmer in my breast,
-  His glance recalled the hours when first that love was blest.
-
-  Thrice the accumulating mound of sand
-    Marked in my glass the hours that passed away,
-  I turned it listlessly with weary hand,
-    And marvelled at Montoro’s long delay:
-    Heavy with mist and rain advanced the day;
-  My babe awoke and wept, her cry of fear
-    I strove to soothe with melancholy lay,
-  And bore her, sobbing, to the casement near,
-  And bade her infant accents call her father dear.
-
-  Upon the dreary prospect forth I gazed;
-    Poured from the lowering sky incessant rain,
-  The trees their dark and dripping branches raised,
-    Reflected dimly on the flooded plain,
-    Trickled the raindrops down the misty pane;
-  The wind in sudden gusts our dwelling shook,
-    Then sank, in mournful murmurs to complain;
-  With heavy heart the casement I forsook,
-  While to my early home her flight sad memory took.
-
-  “Where is the happiness I thought to find
-    When forth I went, a young rejoicing bride?
-  Springs grief from earthly trials, or a mind
-    For ever restless and dissatisfied?
-    Montoro’s love outweighed the world beside,—
-  Is it his wife’s misfortune or her sin
-    That petty cares so oft our hearts divide?
-  Oh, that another era might begin,
-  And life’s storms but enhance the holy peace within!
-
-  “My childhood’s friend I in his age forsook,—
-    The old man sleeps beneath the grassy sod!
-  To frown of care is changed the joyous look
-    With which Montoro once life’s garden trod;
-    God gave me life,—I have not lived to God!
-  My threefold duties I neglected see,—
-    Great God! suspend awhile thy chastening rod!
-  Oh, come, my husband, life henceforth shall be
-  Devoted unto piety and thee!”
-
-  He came—but oh! _how_ did Montoro come?
-    Why did I live to look on his return?
-  Bleeding and pale they bore him to his home.
-    Life glimmered faintly,—I had yet to learn
-    The hopeless grief that must for ever burn
-  Within the widow’s desolated breast:
-    Enough—mine eyes have seen Montoro’s urn;
-  One tie is left—one treasure still possest,—
-  The shadow of despair is cast on all the rest!
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-  There is no wretchedness where sin is not,—
-    Religion may relieve the darkest woes,
-  All—save remorse—be softened or forgot—
-    But where can she—the guilty—find repose,
-    Whose anguish from her own transgression flows?
-  _My_ pride—_my_ envy bade Montoro die,
-    His life embittered, stained with blood its close!
-  Aye, weep ye who _can_ weep—but I—but I
-  My heart weeps tears of blood, and yet mine eyes are dry!
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-                                 III.
-                                PRIDE.
-
-
-  Proud—and of what! poor vain and helpless worm
-  Crawling in weakness through thy life’s brief term,
-  Yet filled with thoughts presumptuous, bold, and high,
-  As though thy grovelling soul could scan the sky,
-  As though thy wisdom, which can not foreshow
-  What _one_ day brings of coming weal or woe,
-  Could pierce the depths of far futurity,
-  And all the wingèd shafts of fate defy!
-
-  Art proud of riches? of the glittering dust
-  Each day _may_ rob thee of, and one day _must_,
-  When mines of wealth will purchase no delay,
-  When dust to dust must turn, and clay to clay,
-  And nought remain to thee of all possest,
-  Save one dark cell in earth’s unconscious breast!
-  Or proud of power? on this little ball
-  Some petty tract may thee its master call,
-  Some fellow-mortals, bending lowly down,
-  Bask in thy smile, or tremble at thy frown;
-  Great in the world’s eyes, in thine own how great,
-  How swells thy breast with conscious pride elate!
-
-  And art thou great? lift up—lift up thine eyes,
-  Survey the heavens, gaze into the skies,—
-  View the fair worlds that glitter o’er thy head,
-  Orb above orb in bright succession spread,
-  Beyond the reach of sight, the power of thought,—
-  Then turn thy gaze to earth, and thou art—_nought_;
-  The globe itself a speck—an atom thou!
-  Oh, child of dust, shall pride exalt thee now?
-  In one thing only thou mayst glory still,
-  And let exulting joy thy bosom fill,—
-  Glory in this—and what is all beside,—
-  That for this worm—this atom—Christ hath died!
-
-  Does conscious genius fire thy haughty mind,
-  Genius, that raises man above his kind,
-  The lofty soul that soars on wing of fire,
-  While crowds at distance marvel and admire?
-  Oh! while the charmed world pays her homage just,
-  Remember _every talent is a trust_,
-  A treasure God doth to thy care confide,
-  A cause for gratitude, but none for pride.
-  If thou that precious talent misapply,
-  To spread the flood of infidelity,
-  To strew with flowers the paths which sinners tread,
-  To hide one treacherous snare by Satan spread,—
-  How blest, how great, compared to thee, the man
-  Whose life obscurely ends as it began,
-  To whose meek soul no knowledge ere was given
-  Save that—of all most high—that lifts the soul to Heaven.
-  For, as the sun’s pure radiance, streaming bright,
-  Transcends the glow-worm’s dim and fading light,
-  The wisdom to that man vouchsafed from high
-  Excells the earth-born fires that flash—and die!
-
-  Oh! where shall pride securely harbour then,
-  Where urge his claims to rule the minds of men?
-  Blest Eden knew him not,—where all was fair,
-  Where all was faultless,—pride abode not there.
-  The glorious angels are above his sway,
-  Their bliss to minister—to serve—obey;
-  We—only we—poor children of a day,
-  Tread haughtily the ground for our sakes curst,
-  And wear with pride the chains our Surety burst!
-
-  Would that the world could know and truly prize
-  That which is great in the Creator’s eyes!
-  The poor man, bending o’er his scanty store,
-  Who, with God’s presence blest, desires no more;
-  Who feels his sins, his weakness, though his ways
-  Be just and pure beyond all _human_ praise;
-  Whose humble thoughts well with his prayer accord,
-  “Have mercy upon me, a sinner, Lord!”
-  Who, heir of an eternal, heavenly throne,
-  Rests all his hopes on Christ, and Christ _alone_!
-  Wisest of men—for he alone is wise;
-  Richest of men—secure his treasure lies;
-  Greatest of men—his mansion is on high;
-  His Father—God; his portion—immortality!
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-                                 IV.
-                    A DREAM OF THE SECOND ADVENT.
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-
-  I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night—
-  Deep midnight—I was startled from my sleep
-  By a clear sound as of a trumpet! Loud
-  It swelled, and louder, thrilling every nerve,
-  Making the heart beat wildly, strangely, till
-  All other senses seemed in hearing lost.
-  Up from my couch I sprang in trembling haste,
-  Cast on my garments, wondering to behold
-  Through half-closed shutters sudden radiance gleam,
-  More clear, more vivid than the glare of day!
-  What marvel, then, that with a breathless hope
-  That gave me wings, forth from my home I rushed,
-  Though heaved the earth as if instinct with life,
-  Its very dust awakening! Can it be—
-  Is this the call, “Behold the Bridegroom comes!”
-  Comes He, the long-expected—long-desired?
-  Crowds thronged the street, with every face upturned,
-  Gazing into the sky—the flaming sky—
-  Where every cloud was like a throne of light.
-  None could look back, not even to behold
-  If those beloved were nigh; one thrilling thought
-  Rapt all the multitude—“Can He be near!”
-
-  Then cries of terror rose—I scarcely heard;
-  And buildings shook, and rocked, and crashing fell—
-  I scarcely marked their fall; the trembling ground
-  Rose like the billowy sea—I scarcely felt
-  The motion, such intensity of hope—
-  Joy—expectation—flooded all my soul,
-  A tide of living light, o’erwhelming all
-  The hopes and fears, the cares and woes of earth!
-  Could any doubt remain? Lo! from afar
-  A sound of “Hallelujah!” ne’er before
-  Had mortal ear drunk in such heavenly strain,
-  Save when on Bethlehem’s plain the shepherds heard
-  The music of the skies!
-                      Behold! behold!
-  Like white-winged angels rise the radiant throng
-  That from yon cemetery’s gloomy verge
-  Have burst, immortal—glorious—undefiled!
-  Bright as the sun their crowns celestial shine,
-  Yet I behold them with undazzled eye!
-  Oh! that yon glittering canopy of light
-  Would burst asunder, that I might behold
-  Him whom so long, not seeing, I have loved!
-  It parted—lo! it opened—as I stood
-  With clasped hands stretched towards heav’n, my eager gaze
-  Fixed on the widening glory!
-                          Suddenly,
-  As if the burden of the flesh no more
-  Could fetter down the aspiring soul to earth,
-  As if the fleshly nature were consumed—
-  Lost in the glowing ecstasy of love—
-  I soared aloft, I mounted through the air
-  Free as a spirit, rose to meet my Lord
-  With such a cry of rapture—that I woke!
-
-  Oh! misery, to wake in darkness, wake
-  From vision of unutterable joy,
-  Instead of trumpet-sound and song of heaven,
-  To hear the dull clock measuring out time,
-  When I had seemed to touch eternity!
-  In the first pang of disappointed hope,
-  I wept that I could wake from such a dream.
-  Until Faith gently whispered, “Wherefore weep
-  To lose the faint dim shadow of a joy
-  Of which the substance shall one day be thine?
-  Live in the hope,—that hope shall brighten life
-  And sanctify it to its highest end.”
-
-  Fast roll the chariot wheels of time. He comes!
-  The Spirit and the Bride expectant wait,—
-  Even so come, Lord Jesus! Saviour—come!
-
-
-
-
-                              Footnotes
-
-
-[1]The expression used by one who now rests in Christ.
-
-[2]Captain Smith, the captive here mentioned, twice diverted the
-    Indians from their murderous intentions, by drawing their
-    attention to the marvels of the needle.
-
-[3]Pocahontas was presented to James I.
-
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-                        Index to First Lines.
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-
-                                HYMNS.
-                                  A
-                                                                  Page
-  After labour sweet is rest                                        34
-  A helpless sinner in Thy sight                                    39
-  A holy warfare, Lord, is mine                                     79
-  An angel of comfort from heaven sped                              18
-  At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding            102
-
-                                  B
-  Before the morning’s toil begin                                   49
-
-                                  D
-  Day after day my weary task I ply                                 51
-  Death is not dreadful, no!                                       106
-
-                                  E
-  Earth’s bright hopes must fade                                    31
-  Ere our first parents fell, the ground                            67
-
-                                  F
-  Far from the friends to me most dear                              59
-  Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore                         43
-  “Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said                            47
-  Forsake not thou thy father’s friend                             111
-  Forth from the city gate of Nain                                  95
-
-                                  H
-  Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil                                    71
-  How beautiful is Nature’s face!                                   75
-  How highly blest were those who saw                               85
-  How swiftly flies man’s mortal thread                             41
-
-                                  I
-  I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring                               69
-  I cannot see the sunny gleam                                      23
-  I dare not raise my guilty eye                                    21
-  I do not dare, O holy Lord                                        15
-  In daily rounds my constant course I keep                         61
-  In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me            57
-  In the year that hath passed o’er us                             121
-  I’ve laid the earth above the child                               27
-  I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold    53
-
-                                  L
-  “Lord! carest Thou not that we perish!”                           88
-
-                                  N
-  Not alone in God’s house, or in seasons of prayer                 73
-  Now in the East Hope’s trembling light                            29
-
-                                  O
-  O God of Hosts, our fathers’ God                                  77
-
-                                  S
-  Souls are perishing before thee                                  119
-  Standing upon the awful brink                                    117
-
-                                  T
-  The awful night hath passed, the day                             100
-  The balmy spring awakes the flowers                               35
-  The day of life is closing                                       104
-  The fear of God most high                                        113
-  The precious blood of Christ my Lord                              11
-  There is a sword of glittering sheen                              32
-  There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee                     45
-  The Sabbath sun has risen high                                    55
-  The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder’s hand             25
-  The summer blossoms fast decay                                    13
-  To whom do I obedience owe                                        63
-
-                                  W
-  When from the branches’ leafy screen                              92
-  When in our breasts we feel the flame of love                     97
-  When on Zion’s hill we rest                                       37
-  When Peter by the miracle                                         90
-  When shades of night around him close                             16
-  When verdant fields are seen no more                              65
-  Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion—where thy King?         81
-  Who wisdom’s path forsakes                                       115
-  Why dread the future, trembling one                              109
-
-
-                                POEMS.
-  I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night                       153
-  Life’s deep afflictions not alone demand                         136
-  Proud—and of what! poor vain and helpless worm                   149
-  Through the majestic forest shade                                125
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-                           Hymns and Poems.
-
-
-                                 _By
-                            A. L. O. E._,
-
-   _Author of "The Triumph over Midian," "Rescued from Egypt," "The
-                  Shepherd of Bethlehem," &c., &c._
-
-                               LONDON:
-                 T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;
-                       EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.
-                                1868.
-
-
-
-
-                               PREFACE
-
-
-If there be any distinctive peculiarity in this little volume, it is
-one that would naturally expose it to literary censure; the verses are
-very unequal, some of the hymns are avowedly written for the very
-poor. To admit rhymes for ragged children, needlewomen, and paupers
-into a book of sacred song, may--in the opinion of some
-critics--deprive it of all claim to the name of poetry. Yet I venture
-to hope that those who love to labour in God's vineyard, will not be
-sorry to bear to their poorer brethren verses intended to meet their
-peculiar trials, and cheer them under their peculiar sorrows; while
-the subjects of many of the hymns are such as are of equal interest to
-the prince as to the peasant. Humbly I commend my little work to Him
-whose blessing can alone make it useful in strengthening the tempted,
-in cheering the sad, or in lifting up the hearts of the happy in
-joyful adoration and praise.
-
-                                                           A. L. O. E.
-
-
-
-
-                               CONTENTS
-
-
-                                                              Page
-
-
-                                  HYMNS.
-  The Willing Sacrifice,                                        11
-  The Resurrection,                                             13
-  Hymn for the Communion,                                       15
-  The Beacon,                                                   16
-  The Blossoming Rod,                                           18
-  Hymn for the Penitent Convict,                                21
-  Hymn for the Blind,                                           23
-  The House not made with Hands,                                25
-  Sexton's Hymn,                                                27
-  The Second Advent,                                            29
-  Hopes that Abide,                                             31
-  Soldier's Hymn,                                               32
-  Hymn for Night,                                               34
-  Song of Joy,                                                  35
-  The Retrospect,                                               37
-  The Supplicant,                                               39
-  Weaver's Hymn,                                                41
-  Emigrant's Hymn,                                              43
-  Fishermen's Hymn,                                             45
-  Teacher's Hymn,                                               47
-  Workman's Hymn,                                               49
-  Sempstress's Hymn,                                            51
-  Ragged Boy's Hymn,                                            53
-  Ragged Girl's Hymn,                                           55
-  Policeman's Hymn,                                             57
-  Pauper's Hymn,                                                59
-  Postman's Hymn,                                               61
-  Servant's Hymn,                                               63
-  Miner's Hymn,                                                 65
-  Gardener's Hymn,                                              67
-  Labourer's Hymn,                                              69
-  Wife's Hymn,                                                  71
-  Hymn of Industry,                                             73
-  Social Hymn,                                                  75
-  National Hymn,                                                77
-  Soldier's Hymn,                                               79
-  The Wise Men from the East,                                   81
-  Song of Hope,                                                 85
-  The Fearful Heart,                                            88
-  Conviction of Sin,                                            90
-  The Sacred Guest,                                             92
-  The Mourner,                                                  95
-  The Christian Bond,                                           97
-  The Cure at Gethsemane,                                      100
-  Hymn for the Communion,                                      102
-  Hymn for the Dying,                                          104
-  Death is not Dreadful,                                       106
-  Never Forsaken,                                              109
-  Thy Father's Friend,                                         111
-  Fear of God and Fear of Man,                                 113
-  The Sinners' Portion,                                        115
-  Death-Bed Hymn,                                              117
-  Save One!                                                    119
-  New Year's Hymn,                                             121
-
-
-                                  POEMS.
-  The Indian Maid,                                             125
-  Blanche,                                                     136
-  Pride,                                                       149
-  A Dream of the Second Advent,                                153
-
-
-
-
-                                HYMNS.
-
-
-
-
-                                  I.
-                        THE WILLING SACRIFICE.
-
-
-  The precious blood of Christ my Lord,
-    The Saviour all-divine,
-  Was shed to cleanse men's souls from guilt;
-    That blood has flowed for mine!
-  But what return can sinners make
-    For love so great, so free?
-  All is too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-  If all that I possessed on earth,
-    Before thy feet were laid,
-  Light as the dust the gift would prove
-    In heaven's balance weighed.
-  The costly treasures of the skies
-    Thou didst resign for me;
-  All is too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-  But Thou wilt not disdain a heart
-    That would Thy word obey,
-  That loves to own the mighty debt
-    It never hopes to pay.
-  For were each hair upon my head
-    A separate life to be,[1]
-  All were too little, oh! my God,
-    To sacrifice to Thee.
-
-
-
-
-                                 II.
-                          THE RESURRECTION.
-
-
-  The Summer blossoms fast decay
-    Beneath the Autumn's chilling breath,
-  And man is passing thus away,
-    Touched by the silent hand of Death.
-  Still fading--falling--day by day
-    The withered petals strew the plain,
-  They never more shall deck the spray--
-    But man shall rise again!
-
-  Behold the bare and leafless tree
-    Blushes in spring to beauty bright;
-  Where the dark root was buried--see
-    The eager floweret springs to light!
-  The sun his gentle influence shed
-    To break cold winter's icy chain--
-  So God shall wake us from the dead,
-    We all shall rise again!
-
-  As beauteous day succeeds to night,
-    So glory dawns upon the grave--
-  Praise to the Sun of life and light,
-    Who lived to bless, and died to save!
-  We calmly gaze on life's dark close,
-    The tomb shall not our forms retain--
-  E'en as our God and Saviour rose
-    His own shall rise again!
-
-
-
-
-                                 III.
-                       HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.
-
-
-  I do not dare, O holy Lord,
-    Approach Thy sacred shrine
-  Trusting in mine own righteousness,
-    For nought but sins are mine,
-  But in the merits of Thy Son,
-    The Saviour all-divine.
-
-  Unworthy as I own I am
-    Christ's feast of love to share,
-  In His name hear my humble cry,
-    For His sake grant my prayer,
-  And let Thy mercy cleanse my soul,
-    And shed Thy Spirit there!
-
-  Oh, make me one with my dear Lord
-    In His appointed rite,
-  A branch of the Eternal Vine
-    Not fruitless in His sight;
-  His own on earth, His own in heaven
-    Through ages infinite!
-
-
-
-
-                                 IV.
-                             THE BEACON.
-
-
-  When shades of night around him close,
-    The lighthouse guard has charge to keep,
-  And trim the beacon-fire, which glows
-    Like a red star above the deep.
-        Still calm and bright
-        Must shine that light
-    That guides the seaman on his way,
-        Till morning gleam
-        And lighthouse beam
-    Fade in the rosy blush of day.
-
-  Like charge is to the Christian given
-    In grief or joy, in storm or strife,
-  To glorify the God of heaven
-    Both by his lips and by his life.
-        Still pure and bright
-        Must shine his light,
-    And shed around a holy ray,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    And shining on to perfect day.
-
-  Pride, discontent, mistrustful fear,
-    Too oft, alas! the beacon hide;
-  The sinner must be humbled here
-    That Jesus may be glorified.
-        So pure and bright
-        Shall shine his light,
-    To other hearts a beam convey,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    Still shining on to perfect day.
-
-  Lord, feed our lamps with heavenly grace,
-    And let them to Thy glory shine,
-  Nor let our weakness e'er disgrace
-    The holy faith which seals us Thine!
-        Then pure and bright
-        Shall shine our light,
-    Our heavenly Father's grace display,
-        A flame of love
-        Lit from above,
-    Still shining on to perfect day!
-
-
-
-
-                                  V.
-                         THE BLOSSOMING ROD.
-
-
-  An angel of comfort from heaven sped--
-    All nature brightened as he drew near
-  Where a poor man toiled in his lowly shed
-  And thanked the Lord for his scanty bread;
-    The angel breathed in the Christian's ear,
-  "Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience--the rod will blossom yet!"
-
-  He spread his pinions, then paused again
-    Where prayer from a sick man's couch was heard;
-  In weary weakness, in restless pain,
-  For tedious months had the sufferer lain,
-    But his pale face beamed at the whispered word:
-  "Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience--the rod will blossom yet!"
-
-  Then the angel flew where a mother prayed
-    For a son on a course of evil bent;
-  She wept--half trustful and half afraid,
-  Beseeching Him who alone could aid;
-    And to her was the message of comfort sent--
-  "Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience--the rod will blossom yet!"
-
-  With cares depressed, and with trials worn,
-    A persecuted believer knelt;
-  With drooping heart she had meekly borne
-  The unkind taunt and the look of scorn,
-    Till the angel's smile was like sunshine felt.
-  "Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Have patience--the rod will blossom yet!"
-
-  Then the seraph hovered where death had been,
-    In its little coffin an infant lay;
-  The parents wept, but a calm serene
-  Stole over their souls, as a hand unseen
-    Gently wiped the trickling tears away.
-  "Your God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Your bud shall blossom in glory yet!"
-
-  Happy such to whom griefs come not in vain,
-    Though afflictions bow, or the world contemn,
-  Thrice blest in sorrow, thrice blest in pain,
-  Reproach is honour, and loss is gain,
-    For the angel of peace shall visit them--
-  Their God beholds, and will not forget;
-  Their rod shall blossom in glory yet!
-
-
-
-
-                                 VI.
-                    HYMN FOR THE PENITENT CONVICT.
-
-
-  I dare not raise my guilty eye
-    The gaze of man to meet,
-  A helpless sentenced wretch I lie,
-    Lord Jesus! at Thy feet.
-  Too justly scorned by all beside,
-    I trembling come to Thee;
-  If Thou for _chief of sinners_ died,
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  The dying thief in torments hung
-    While sinners scoffed around;
-  With feeble breath and faltering tongue
-    He mercy sought--and found.
-  There flowed before his eyesight dim
-    The blood which made him free;
-  If Jesus heard and pitied him
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  The weeping prodigal returned
-    His father's house to seek;
-  His supplication was not spurned--
-    Love still could welcome speak.
-  Like him, in grief and penitence,
-    To mercy's door I flee,
-  O Father, wilt thou spurn me thence;
-    Is there not hope for me?
-
-  Yes, there is hope! while He, once crowned
-    With thorns, now pleads in heaven,
-  Rejoices o'er the lost one found,
-    The wanderer forgiven;
-  To those who mourn and turn from sin
-    He offers mercy free;
-  I feel another life begin--
-    There yet is hope for me!
-
-
-
-
-                                 VII.
-                         HYMN FOR THE BLIND.
-
-
-  I cannot see the sunny gleam
-    Which gladdens every eye but mine,
-  But I can feel the warming beam,
-    And bless the God who made it shine.
-  O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
-    Let no repining tear-drop fall,
-  Pour holy light upon my soul,
-    That I may own Thy love in all!
-
-  I cannot see the flow'rets blow,
-    All sparkling from the summer showers,
-  But I can breathe their sweet perfume,
-    And bless the God who made the flowers.
-  O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
-    Let no repining tear-drop fall,
-  Pour holy light upon my soul,
-    That I may own Thy love in all!
-
-  I cannot see the pages where
-    Thy holy will is written, Lord;
-  But I can seek Thy house of prayer,
-    And humbly listen to Thy word,
-  Which bears my thoughts to that bright place
-    Where I at Thy dear feet may fall,
-  Behold my Saviour face to face,
-    And see and own His love in all!
-
-
-
-
-                                VIII.
-                    THE HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS.
-
-
-  The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder's hand,
-  When our children sleep in dust that mansion still may stand;
-  But a nobler and more lasting dwelling to the saints is given,
-  In a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  The poor in spirit and the meek, the merciful and pure,
-  On them the Saviour blessings breathed, for ever to endure;
-  Those persecuted for His sake, from friends or kindred driven,
-  Share a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  And those who deeply mourn their sins shall find there yet is room,
-  For such the Lord endured the cross, descended to the tomb;
-  He ready stands to welcome those whose contrite hearts are riven,
-  To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.
-
-  What matter, then, how lowly be the roof above our head,
-  What matter then how soon the stranger o'er our graves may tread,
-  If we are pressing on with hearts renewed and sins forgiven,
-  To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                                 IX.
-                            SEXTON'S HYMN.
-
-
-  I've laid the earth above the child
-    Whose life was but a summer's day;
-  I knew that God, in mercy mild,
-    Had called his happy soul away.
-        Then therefore weep
-        O'er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  I've laid the earth above the youth
-    Whose early days to God were given,
-  Whose end bore witness to this truth,
-    None die too soon who live for Heaven!
-        Then wherefore weep
-        O'er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  I've laid the earth o'er reverend age,
-    Whose hoary hairs were glory's crown,
-  The saint had closed his pilgrimage,
-    And gently laid life's burden down.
-        Then wherefore weep
-        O'er those who sleep?
-  Their precious dust the Lord will keep,
-        Till He appear
-        In glory here,
-  The harvest of the earth to reap.
-
-  And soon the earth will close o'er me,
-    Yet mourn I not my life's decline,
-  Lord! pardoned--ransomed--saved by Thee,
-    Living or dying--I am Thine!
-        Oh! wherefore sigh
-        For those who die
-  In Christ? the forms that mouldering lie
-        Shall burst the sod
-        To meet their God.
-  And mount with seraph wings on high!
-
-
-
-
-                                  X.
-                          THE SECOND ADVENT.
-
-
-  Now in the East Hope's trembling light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning,
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning.
-
-  For many weary ages past
-    Hath sin's dark night prevailing,
-  A gloom o'er all the nations cast,
-    Whence rose the sound of wailing.
-  The idol-gods have many a shrine
-    Where, bound in chains of error,
-  Myriads shut out from light divine
-    Crouch down in shame and terror.
-  But in the East Hope's rosy light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning.
-
-  Pleasure has thrown her torches' glare
-    Upon a world benighted,
-  And Science in the murky air
-    Her glimmering tapers lighted;
-  Some joys, like fireflies, played and glanced
-    To mock our vain pursuing,
-  And Folly's meteors wildly danced
-    Above the gulf of ruin!
-  But in the East Hope's purer light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning!
-
-  Like Cynthia from her silver car,
-    The Church could darkness brighten;
-  Each high example, like a star,
-    Shone forth to cheer and lighten.
-  But I shall need nor star nor moon
-    In that clear day before me,
-  The Sun of Righteousness shall soon
-    Burst forth in cloudless glory!
-  Yes, in the East Hope's kindling light
-    Proclaims a brighter dawning;
-  Though woe endureth for a night,
-    Joy cometh in the morning!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XI.
-                          HOPES THAT ABIDE.
-
-
-  Earth's bright hopes must fade,
-    Not those which grace hath given;
-  Joys were fleeting made,
-    But not the joys of Heaven!
-  Stars that shine above,
-    And flowers that cannot wither,
-  These are types of peace and love
-    That shall abide for ever.
-
-  Who that seeks the skies
-    Would mourn earth's pleasures blighted,
-  Weep o'er broken ties
-    Soon to be re-united?
-  Blest e'en awhile to be
-    In darkness and in sorrow,
-  Assured we soon the dawn shall see
-    Of an eternal morrow!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XII.
-                           SOLDIER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  There is a sword of glittering sheen,--
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  Its blade is bright and its edge is keen,
-  But the wound it gives is a wound unseen,--
-    And who would flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a foe--a ruthless foe--
-    Such unite to oppose the right;
-  In secret ambush he croucheth low,
-  And the blow he strikes is a deadly blow,--
-    But flinch not we in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a banner floating wide,--
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed,
-  When the best and bravest fought side by side,--
-    Who would not flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a Leader exalted high,--
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  Through Him His followers hosts defy,
-  Through Him they learn to do and to die,
-    And scorn to flinch in the glorious fight!
-
-  There is a palm--a victor's palm,--
-    All unite to defend the right!
-  'Twill be given in realms of peace and calm
-  To the steadfast spirit, the stalwart arm,
-    That never flinched in the glorious fight.
-
-  Then shall lips touched with living flame
-    In song unite, in the world of light;--
-  In our Leader's strength, in our Leader's name,
-  We fought--we struggled--we overcame,
-    And victors stood in the glorious fight!
-
-
-
-
-                                XIII.
-                           HYMN FOR NIGHT.
-
-
-  After labour sweet is rest,
-    Gently the wearied eyelids close;
-  As an infant sleeps on his mother's breast,
-    The child of God may in peace repose.
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-  He to whom darkness is as light,
-    Tenderly guards his slumbering sheep;
-  The Shepherd watches His flock by night,
-    The feeble lambs He will safely keep.
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-  Death's night comes,--it may now be near,--
-    Lord! if our faith be fixed on Thee,
-  Oh! how calm will that rest appear,
-    Oh! how sweet will the waking be!
-  Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,
-  We are His who gave His life for our sake.
-
-
-
-
-                                 XIV.
-                             SONG OF JOY.
-
-
-  The balmy Spring awakes the flowers
-    That long had slept in Winter's night,
-  Her light green robe adorns the bowers,
-    And all is beauty, all delight.
-  With joy I view earth's smiling frame,
-  And bless, O Lord, and bless Thy name!
-
-  Thou hast vouchsafed me buoyant health,
-    A cheerful, light, and bounding heart;
-  Contentment--better far than wealth,
-    And Hope--that rests when joys depart.
-  What gratitude such gifts should claim,--
-  For these, O Lord, I bless thy name!
-
-  Surrounded from my earliest days
-    By those who loved--who love me still,
-  My grateful heart I humbly raise
-    To Him, by whose Almighty will
-  To me earth's sweetest blessings came;
-  I praise and magnify His name!
-
-  But more than all I thank Thee, Lord,
-    For sins through Thy dear blood forgiven,
-  The comforts of Thy precious Word,
-    And hopes of endless bliss in Heaven;
-  Bought by Thy suffering and Thy shame,--
-  For these, O Lord, I bless Thy name!
-
-  Lord! should it be Thy sovereign will
-    To blast my earthly happiness,
-  Yet give me grace to praise Thee still,
-    With trembling lips Thy wisdom bless;
-  Crushed or exalted--still the same,
-  To bless, with fervour bless Thy name!
-
-  Should all life's pleasures disappear,
-    Support me with Thy heavenly love,--
-  And when my course is ended here,
-    Oh, raise my soul to bliss above,
-  With saints to magnify Thy fame,
-  And bless, for ever bless Thy name!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XV.
-                           THE RETROSPECT.
-
-
-  When on Zion's hill we rest
-  In the mansions of the blest,
-  What a strange and fleeting dream
-  All life's hopes and fears will seem?
-
-  What will all our pleasures here--
-  Titles--honours--then appear?
-  Like a bubble on the river,
-  Bright awhile--then lost for ever!
-
-  Things that now employ each thought,
-  Warmly wished for, fondly sought--
-  We may smile, and wonder much
-  Heirs of Heaven could stoop to such!
-
-  Will the petty wrongs of earth
-  Seem one moment's anger worth;
-  Or a friend's depart--the sorrow
-  Felt by those so soon to follow?
-
-  All that time bestowed will be
-  Lost in bright eternity;
-  Save the harvest Christian Love
-  Sowed on earth--to reap above!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XVI.
-                           THE SUPPLICANT.
-
-
-  A helpless sinner in Thy sight,
-    At mercy's threshold, Lord, I wait;
-  Inscribed in characters of light,
-    Thy promise shines upon the gate.
-      "Ask--ye shall receive;
-        Seek--and ye shall find;
-      Knock--and enter in, but leave
-        All sins and doubts behind."
-
-  I _ask_ Thy boundless grace to share,
-    I _seek_ for pardon through Thy blood,
-  I _knock_ by earnest, fervent prayer,--
-    Lord, hear and answer me for good!
-      "Ask--ye shall receive;
-        Seek--and ye shall find;
-      Knock--and enter in, but leave
-        All sins and doubts behind."
-
-  Yes; each mistrustful doubt of Thee,
-    Each long-indulged, besetting sin,
-  Repented and renounced must be
-    By those who dare to venture in.
-      Then asking--we receive,
-        And seeking--we shall find,
-      Till, entering Heaven's gate, we leave
-        Earth, sin, and death behind!
-
-
-
-
-                                XVII.
-                            WEAVER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  How swiftly flies man's mortal thread
-    Within the mighty loom of Time;
-  What brilliant hues on some are shed,
-    While some are stained with woe or crime!
-  But they bright webs are weaving,
-  Who, trusting and believing,
-  Through scenes of sorrow, scenes of joy,
-    God's grace are still receiving.
-
-  'Tis thus the Christian we behold
-    In sickness and in want resigned,
-  Because religion's thread of gold
-    Is in his gloomy lot entwined.
-  A bright web he is weaving
-  When, trusting and believing,
-  He from a loving Father's hand
-    Each trial is receiving.
-
-  Death soon will break our thread in twain,
-    Time's busy loom itself must rest;
-  Nought but a winding-sheet remain
-    Of all that mortals here possest.
-  Then every trial leaving,
-  No more o'er sorrows grieving,
-  How blest the Christian, from his Lord
-    The crown of life receiving!
-
-
-
-
-                                XVIII.
-                           EMIGRANT'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore
-    Where'er Thy providence our steps may send;
-  With drooping hearts we leave our native shore,
-    Do Thou be with us always--to the end!
-
-  Protect and guard us on the lonely sea,
-    Though angry storms our flutt'ring canvas rend,
-  The anchor of our hope is fixed on Thee,
-    Do Thou be with us always--to the end!
-
-  Prepare for us a home beyond the wave,
-    Where we in honest toil our days may spend,
-  Till gently sinking to a peaceful grave;
-    And be Thou with us always--to the end!
-
-  Oh! bless the dear ones whom we leave behind!
-    Though severed now from parent--brother--friend--
-  In Thee the parted yet may union find,
-    With them and us be always--to the end!
-
-  Nor time nor space can from Thy love divide;
-    For ever near to bless and to defend,
-  Our lives--our all--we to Thy care confide,
-    Be with us always--even to the end!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XIX.
-                          FISHERMEN'S HYMN.
-
-
-  There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee,
-    Whose lives were as toilsome and hard as our own,
-  They launched in the morning their boats in the sea,
-    Their nets in the soft heaving waters were thrown.
-
-  A plentiful blessing rewarded their toil,
-    Though all the night long they had laboured in vain,
-  Their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil,
-    And slowly, deep-laden, they moved o'er the main.
-
-  'Twas the presence of Christ that a miracle wrought,
-    The richly filled net was cast forth at His word,
-  And the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought,
-    Was the least of the blessings bestowed by the Lord.
-
-  Be with us, O Lord! when we launch forth alone,
-    Be with us when toiling our bread to obtain,
-  Though Thy presence no more be by miracles known,
-    Who labour in faith, will not labour in vain.
-
-  But we ask Thee for blessings more precious by far
-    Than the depths of the earth or the ocean can yield,
-  Make us feel, like Thy Peter, what sinners we are,
-    Make us know that, though sinners, our pardon is sealed.
-
-  Make us willing to quit all that keep us from Thee,
-    Like the chosen disciples in ages long past,
-  Like them, throughout life, Thy true followers be,
-    And anchor in Heaven's safe haven at last!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XX.
-                           TEACHER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  "Feed thou My lambs," the Saviour said
-    To one whose spirit burned to prove
-  By toils endured, or life-blood shed,
-    The strength of his devoted love.
-
-  "Feed thou My lambs;" oh! sacred trust
-    E'en for a great apostle meet,
-  To raise the feeble from the dust,
-    And guide them to the Saviour's feet.
-
-  "Feed thou My lambs." And ever thus
-    His flock the heavenly Shepherd tends;
-  His mild command He breathes to us,
-    And to our care His sheep commends.
-
-  "Feed thou My lambs;" despised on earth
-    The friendless little one may be,
-  But who can tell the priceless worth
-    Of one soul, Lord, redeemed by Thee!
-
-  May we pursue the blest employ
-    Endowed with wisdom from above,
-  And count it privilege and joy
-    To feed the lambs whom Thou dost love!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXI.
-                           WORKMAN'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Before the morning's toil begin,
-    We thank Thee, Giver of all good,
-  For needful health and strength to win,
-    By daily labour, daily food.
-
-  The seeing eye, the skilful hand,
-    The powerful arm, are gifts from Thee;
-  Thou for our comfort all hast planned,
-    Used to Thy glory all should be.
-
-  When Thou didst come to visit man,
-    A lowly lot, O Lord, was Thine;
-  In poverty Thy life began,
-    Shall we at poverty repine?
-
-  Thou who dost all our trials know,
-    Thou who didst all our sorrows share,
-  The comforts of Thy grace bestow,
-    And make us rich in faith and prayer.
-
-  Soon will the hours of toil be past,
-    And calm repose at night be given;
-  So life's short day is closing fast,
-    And sweet will be the rest of Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXII.
-                          SEMPSTRESS'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Day after day my weary task I ply,
-    And half the night to ceaseless toil is given;
-  When weary is my heart and dim mine eye,
-    I seem to hear the Saviour's voice from Heaven:
-  "Come unto Me, all ye by toil opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest."
-
-  When all my labour scarce can bread procure,
-    And weak with want my feeble fingers move;
-  When dear ones round me hunger's pangs endure,
-    My drooping spirit hears that voice of love:
-  "Come unto Me, all ye by grief opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest."
-
-  O Lord, how shall I come? my sinful heart
-    Is prone to murmur, and Thy truth forget;
-  Dare I approach Thee, holy as Thou art?
-    Methinks I hear that gentle whisper yet:
-  "Come unto Me, all ye by sin opprest,
-  Come unto Me, and I will give you rest."
-
-  Oh, let me patiently await the day
-    When Christ my Lord in glory shall appear,
-  When tears shall be for ever wiped away,
-    And those who trust Him now His voice shall hear:
-  "Come, faithful servants, of My Father blessed,
-  And I will give you everlasting rest."
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIII.
-                          RAGGED BOY'S HYMN.
-
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold,--
-  Far better grasp the red-hot steel, than touch another's gold;
-  The love of money, God hath said, of evil is the root,
-  And if dishonesty thence spring, destruction is the fruit.
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, though none were near to see,
-  Conscience would my accuser stand, and God my judge would be;
-  The covetous desire, the wicked thought I would control,--
-  What shall it profit man to gain the world, and lose his soul?
-
-  I would not take another's goods,--the loser might repine,
-  His loss might heavy seem to him, but small compared to _mine_;
-  For oh! more precious far than all the wealth to nobles given,
-  An honest name, a quiet conscience, and the hope of Heaven!
-
-  I would not take what is not mine, but treasure seek above,
-  Gained without money, without price, from our Redeemer's love;
-  Time cannot change it, moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and
-              steal,
-  And all eternity will but its boundless worth reveal!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIV.
-                         RAGGED GIRL'S HYMN.
-
-
-  The Sabbath sun has risen high,
-    And sweetly sounds the Sabbath bell,
-  My basket now untouched must lie,
-    This day I neither buy nor sell.
-  The Sabbath rest I will not break,
-  But God's commands my study make,
-        And trust the word
-        Of my dear Lord,
-  "I will not leave thee, nor forsake."
-
-  But I am poor, with none to aid,
-    And Satan sore is tempting me,
-  "If thou give up the Sabbath trade,
-    The Sabbath meal is not for thee."
-  My God, oh, let me never break
-  The least command that Thou didst make,
-        But trust the word
-        Of my dear Lord,
-  "I will not leave thee, nor forsake."
-
-  When Christ was faint with hunger's pain,
-    The Tempter urged God's blessed Son
-  In way unmeet relief to gain;
-    But steadfast stood the Holy One,
-  His perfect faith no doubt could shake,
-  The least command He would not break,
-        He knew the love
-        Of God above,
-  Would never leave Him, nor forsake.
-
-  Now, high in heaven, He hears and grants
-    The prayers of those in faith who pray;
-  My earthly cares, my earthly wants,
-    O Saviour, at Thy feet I lay:
-  Supply Thy servant's need, and make
-  Her soul of heavenly food partake,
-        For still, O Lord,
-        I trust Thy word,
-  "I'll never leave thee, nor forsake."
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXV.
-                          POLICEMAN'S HYMN.
-
-
-  In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o'er me,
-    The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone,
-  I think of the far-distant mansions of glory,
-    Where angels keep watch round the Holy One's throne.
-
-  Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting,
-    I think how each brings the day near and more near,
-  When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting,
-    The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear.
-
-  On the right hand will stand Christ's redeemed ones, possessing
-    Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned;
-  On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing;
-    O God, in which number shall _I_ then be found?
-
-  Am I resting my hopes on His infinite merit,
-    Who suffered our pardon and peace to procure;
-  Am I seeking the aid of His life-giving Spirit
-    To make my heart penitent, humble, and pure?
-
-  Oh! for those who believe there is "no condemnation,"
-    The Judge shall Himself be their Saviour and Friend,
-  His voice shall award them eternal salvation,
-    And bliss, in His presence, which never shall end.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXVI.
-                            PAUPER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Far from the friends to me most dear,
-    Within the crowded ward I lie,
-  Destined, perhaps, mid strangers here
-    To suffer and to die.
-  Time may all other joys remove
-  Yet leaves he still Faith, Hope, and Love.
-
-  _Faith_ to the cross my spirit leads,
-    And tells of One now glorified,
-  Who at the Father's right hand pleads
-    For those for whom He died.
-  What trials can too bitter prove
-  While yet there rest Faith, Hope, and Love?
-
-  _Hope_ whispers of that happy place
-    Where I my Saviour shall behold,
-  And sing the wonders of His grace
-    To harp of shining gold.
-  What sorrows can our patience move
-  While still remain Faith, Hope, and Love?
-
-  _Love_ draws my heart towards my kind,
-    Makes me in each a brother (or sister) see,
-  To cheer the sad, to help the blind,
-    Are joys still left to me.
-  Bless my companions, heavenly Dove,
-  Fill them with Faith, and Hope, and Love.
-
-  There is no pain or sorrow here,
-    For those who will God's lesson learn,
-  But _Faith_ may brighten, _Hope_ may cheer,
-    And _Love_ to blessing turn;
-  Then Peace descending from above
-  Unites with Faith, and Hope, and Love.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXVII.
-                           POSTMAN'S HYMN.
-
-
-  In daily rounds my constant course I keep,
-    Expected oft, but never asked to stay,
-  Nor know I who may laugh, or who may weep
-    When gazing at the tidings I convey.
-  So is there one who comes to rich and poor,
-    Expected long, unwelcome though he be;
-  When death's loud knock is sounding at my door,
-    What are the tidings he will bring to me?
-
-  The haughty man to great possessions heir,
-    The selfish man, whose treasure is below,
-  The selfish man all full of worldly care--
-    To them his message is of fear and woe.
-  Bold Sabbath-breakers, scoffers at God's word,
-    Who rush on paths which conscience must condemn,
-  When death's loud knock is at their dwellings heard,
-    Oh! fearful tidings must he bring to them.
-
-  The contrite, mourning o'er repented sin,
-    The meek in heart, whose treasure is above,
-  The faithful, who a heavenly crown would win--
-    To such his message is of peace and love.
-  He comes to tell them that their griefs are o'er,
-    That Christ from sin and sorrow sets them free;
-  Oh! when death's knock is sounding at my door,
-    Such blessed tidings may he bring to me!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXVIII.
-                           SERVANT'S HYMN.
-
-
-  To whom do I obedience owe,
-    Who should my willing service claim?
-  One master dwelling here below,
-    And One above the starry frame.
-  Oh! may the thought of Him above,
-    Each Christian servant's zeal awake,
-  To serve with faithfulness and love--
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master's sake.
-
-  The earnest follower of the Lord,
-    Must by the badge of truth be known,
-  Integrity that shrinks from fraud,
-    And needs no eye--save God's alone
-  The cheerful heart, the ready mind
-    That can in labour pleasure take,
-  To every kindly act inclined,
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master's sake.
-
-  Though our best service is, we own,
-    To God "unprofitable" still,
-  The Lord, to whom the heart is known,
-    Rewards the attempt to do His will.
-  Oh! through His mercy may we rise,
-    When the last trump our sleep shall break,
-  And find a welcome in the skies,
-    For Christ, our heavenly Master's sake!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXIX.
-                            MINER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  When verdant fields are seen no more,
-    Where Heaven's beams can never shine,
-  Earth's hidden treasures to explore
-    We labour in the gloomy mine.
-  But bright the torches' yellow rays
-    That light us on our darksome way,
-  And sweet the voice of Hope that says,
-    "We soon shall see the light of day."
-
-  And thus awhile must all mankind
-    Toil on and labour here below,
-  Poor sinful mortals, weak and blind,
-    And subject all to pain and woe.
-  But brightly shines God's holy Word
-    Which lights us on our darksome way,
-  And sweet the hope its leaves afford,
-    "We soon shall see a heavenly day."
-
-  The Lord of Angels deigned to come
-    To bear our punishment and pain,
-  He made our dark abode His home,
-    That we might rise, that we might reign.
-  And those who in His Word delight,
-    Who trust His love, His will obey,
-  Shall shine in robes of spotless white
-    In Heaven's everlasting day!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XXX.
-                           GARDENER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Ere our first parents fell, the ground
-  All beauty and abundance crowned;
-  But now the soil our labour needs,--
-  The _earth_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  And trials on our pathway grow,
-  The prickly care, the stinging woe,
-  How oft the wounded spirit bleeds,--
-  Our _life_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  But--worse than all--we find within,
-  The poisoned roots of pride and sin,
-  From them our misery proceeds,--
-  The _heart_ produces thorns and weeds.
-
-  But, Lord, Thou bidst Thy sunbeams glow,
-  Thy gentle raindrops fall below;
-  When industry has dressed the bowers,
-  The _earth_ produces fruits and flowers.
-
-  So when Thy love its radiance lends,
-  Thy Spirit like the dew descends,
-  When Faith, and Hope, and Peace are ours,
-  Our _life_ produces fruits and flowers.
-
-  Oh! lead us to that blissful shore,
-  Where thorns and weeds are known no more,
-  Where Death can never reach the bowers,
-  To blast the fruit or blight the flowers!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXI.
-                           LABOURER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring,
-    When first the daisy decks the mead,
-  And in the furrowed ground we fling,
-    With hope and prayer, the golden seed.
-  Let children in life's spring-time days
-  Lift up their hearts in prayer and praise!
-
-  I bless Thee in the summer heat,
-    When cattle seek the cooling streams,
-  And o'er green fields of waving wheat
-    The sun pours down his ripening beams.
-  Let man in life's bright summer days
-  Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
-
-  I bless Thee in the autumn morn,
-    When varied tints are on the leaves,
-  When gaily sounds the hunter's horn,
-    Where reapers bind the golden sheaves.
-  Let man in life's declining days
-  Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
-
-  I'll bless my God in winter's gloom,
-    When Nature sleeps beneath the snow;
-  Oh! grant that when, beneath the tomb,
-    My body lies in slumber low,
-  Thou wilt my soul to Heaven raise,
-  Where all is joy and all is praise!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXII.
-                             WIFE'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil
-    The duties of a wedded wife,
-  Obedient to my husband's will,
-    The joy and sunshine of his life.
-
-  Upon my brow no angry cloud,
-    Upon my lips no hasty word,
-  Not one rebellious thought allowed,
-    His wishes to my own preferred.
-
-  Help me to make my husband's home
-    The calm abode of peace and love,
-  Where strife and discord ne'er may come,
-    A type of that we seek above.
-
-  To walk together in Thy sight,
-    To share each other's joys and woes,
-  Together pray at dawn of light,
-    Together praise at evening's close;
-
-  Each ready, when temptation lowers,
-    With gentle counsel, kindly aid;
-  Lord Jesus! let such lot be ours,
-    Oh, bless the tie which Thou hast made!
-
-  United "until death us part,"
-    Not death the Christian bond can sever;
-  Who love Thee here with faithful heart,
-    With Thee shall live, and love for ever!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXIII.
-                          HYMN OF INDUSTRY.
-
-
-  Not alone in God's house, or in seasons of prayer,
-    Must the power of a Christian's religion be shown,
-  At his home, at his counter, and everywhere
-    Must the strength of his faith by his actions be known;
-  For the clear path of duty is marked in God's Word,
-  "Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord."
-
-  Not slothful in business! God wills that we toil,
-    From the claims of our calling permits no retreat,
-  Though indolence may from the sentence recoil,
-    "If the hand will not labour, the mouth should not eat;"
-  Faith to industry must but new motive afford,
-  "Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord."
-
-  Yes, _serving the Lord_; 'mid our toils and our cares
-    May we never forget the great Master we serve,
-  Who the mansions of light for His people prepares;
-    For though man from his Maker can nothing _deserve_,
-  God hath graciously promised Himself to reward
-  Their labours of love who are "serving the Lord."
-
-  To the hand ever prompt in the business of life,
-    But which never would close over fraudulent gain,
-  To the heart firm and strong in the world's busy strife,
-    Which can holy, and humble, and faithful remain,
-  God in life and in death will His blessing accord,
-  "Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord."
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXIV.
-                             SOCIAL HYMN.
-
-
-  How beautiful is Nature's face!
-    God made all things so fair,
-  Each keeps its own allotted place,
-    Nor hate, nor strife are there.
-      The hill and the plain,
-        The grass and forest tree,
-      The mighty waters of the main,
-        The lily on the lea,--
-  The sunny sky is over all,
-    And all is harmony.
-
-  So in the social world we stand
-    In God's appointed way,
-  And some He destines to command,
-    And others to obey.
-      The rich and the poor,
-        The lowly and the great,
-      The peasant at his cottage door,
-        The Sovereign in her state,--
-  One holy tie uniteth all
-    Who on one Master wait.
-
-  How glorious is the mountain height,
-    Whence kindly streamlets flow
-  To bless the peaceful valleys, bright
-    With bending corn below!
-      The fair mountain-crown
-        Shall envy assail,
-      Or pride trample down
-        The harvest of the vale?--
-  The unity in Nature's world
-    In Man's world should prevail.
-
-  Oh! let not Satan overthrow
-    The order God designed;
-  The seeds of bitter envy sow,
-    And pride, among mankind.
-      Let rich love the poor,
-        The humble bless the great,
-      The servant guard the master's store,
-        The monarch serve the state,--
-  Each--in his separate sphere--to God
-    His talents consecrate.
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXV.
-                            NATIONAL HYMN.
-
-
-  O God of Hosts, our fathers' God,
-    Thy blessing on our country shed,
-  Watch o'er the land our sires have trod,
-    Watch o'er the land our sons will tread.
-
-  We pray for our Jerusalem,
-    Keep discord from her homes afar,
-  Let thy strong arm deliver them
-    From famine, pestilence, and war.
-
-  Though Britain spurns th' invader's sword
-    As her white cliffs repulse the tide,
-  We would our grateful hearts, O Lord!
-    Lift up in praise, and not in pride.
-
-  The race is not unto the swift,
-    Nor is the battle to the strong;
-  Success and safety are Thy gift,
-    The glory must to Thee belong.
-
-  Let our dear land in safety rest,
-    Her people happy, loyal, free,
-  Blest amongst nations--still most blest
-    In that pure faith which leads to Thee!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXVI.
-                           SOLDIER'S HYMN.
-
-
-  Holy warfare, Lord, is mine
-    Against a foe I cannot see,--
-  Oh! aid me with Thy grace divine,
-    Thy faithful soldier let me be.
-
-  Thy armour--faith and righteousness,
-    Thy holy Word within my hand,
-  When fierce temptations round me press
-    Let me thy faithful soldier stand.
-
-  Should false shame lure me to deny
-    The truth, or waver in the right,
-  Let me the insidious foe defy,
-    And as Thy faithful soldier fight.
-
-  And oh! when death's keen shafts descend,
-    And failing pulse, and glazing eye,
-  Warn that the conflict soon must end,
-    Thy faithful soldier let me die!
-
-  Washed in Thy blood, let me appear
-    Where crowns are to the conquerors given,--
-  Through Christ alone we triumph here,
-    Or wear the victor's wreath in Heaven!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXVII.
-                     THE WISE MEN FROM THE EAST.
-
-
-  "Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion--where thy King?
-  The treasures of our distant land to Him we tribute bring;
-  Lo! in the East we saw His star, the day-spring from on high,
-  And we have come to worship Him enthroned in majesty!"
-
-  Thus spake the Eastern sages, thus the pious Gentiles spake,
-  But Judah would not know her Lord, His people would not wake;
-  The earth's Creator was on earth, unnoticed or forgot,
-  The Saviour came unto His own, His own received Him not.
-
-  The Gentile world that lay in darkness, they have seen the light,
-  Wherefore doth Zion turn away on whom it rose so bright!
-  Oh! thou that bearest joyful tidings, why so mute art thou?
-  Lift up thy voice, Jerusalem, behold thy Saviour now!
-
-  Oh! joy to those who seek Messiah while He may be found;
-  Again the heavenly harbinger sheds its soft lustre round,
-  Not on proud tower or stately palace streams the radiance mild,
-  But where the carpenter's meek wife bends o'er her blessed Child.
-
-  Hail, Mary, highly-favoured, hail! God's power o'ershadoweth thee,
-  Blessed amongst all women thou in thy humility!
-  Yea, rather blessed they who seek Christ's precepts to fulfil,--
-  His mother, brethren, sisters, they who know and do His will.
-
-  The sages to the infant Saviour bring their offerings meet,
-  Rich odours fill the perfumed air, gold glitters at His feet;
-  Oh! happy thus His poverty's sharp trial to defer,
-  To minister to Him who came to all to minister!
-
-  May we not deem when He in glory comes, th' eternal Lord
-  Will all those offerings of faith remember and reward,--
-  That richer than the wealth of worlds that hallowed gold will be,
-  Those sacred odours fragrance breathe through all eternity?
-
-  But now the Saviour sits enthroned above the Seraphim;
-  When all creation owns his sway, and angels worship Him,
-  Can _our_ poor gifts acceptance find before His glorious throne?
-  The earth is His and all therein, not e'en our lives our own.
-
-  Lo! here the "Man of sorrows" representatives hath left,
-  The sick, the prisoners, the poor, of all but hope bereft;
-  Aid to "the least of these His brethren" to the Lord is given,
-  Off'rings of love to those He loves, He will accept in Heaven.
-
-  But still the noblest gift that man can lay before God's throne
-  Is the rich tribute of a heart that trusts in Him alone;
-  The poorest--least--this gift may bring, but oh! it will outweigh
-  The treasures of the universe upon the judgment-day!
-
-
-
-
-                               XXXVIII.
-                            SONG OF HOPE.
-
-
-  How highly blest were those who saw
-    On earth their gracious Lord,
-  Who dared approach His sacred form,
-    Who listened to His word,
-  Whose faith the Son of God approved,--
-  Whom the Redeemer saw, and loved!
-
-  Disciples hearkening to the voice
-    Which reached the inmost soul,
-  That voice which could awake the dead,
-    The winds and waves control;
-  Who heard--oh! more than happiness--
-  Those accents pardon, praise, or bless!
-
-  Who gazed on that soul-searching eye,
-    Which every thought foresaw,
-  From whose calm power the hypocrite
-    Shrank with instinctive awe,--
-  Yet saw on _them_ its glances fixed
-  With tender mercy--love unmixed!
-
-  And may not such ecstatic bliss
-    Be granted e'en to me?
-  Though death destroy this mortal flesh,
-    These eyes my God shall see,
-  When coming in the clouds of light
-  His glory bursts upon my sight!
-
-  To hear the Saviour's voice of love
-    Pronounce the gracious word,
-  "Come, blessed of My Father, come,
-    Enter the kingdom of your Lord;"
-  To meet the smile in eyes divine--
-  Oh! can such rapture e'er be mine!
-
-  It may, it may, it is prepared
-    For all who love Him here,
-  Who humbly search His written word,
-    And serve with faith and fear;
-  They all shall see Messiah's face
-  Radiant with glory, love, and grace!
-
-  The hand that guides their course on earth
-    Shall wipe all tears away,
-  The light which cheers their thorny path
-    Shall flash to perfect day;
-  Where Jesus reigns His saints shall be,
-  With Him through all eternity!
-
-
-
-
-                                XXXIX.
-                          THE FEARFUL HEART.
-
-
-    "Lord, carest Thou not that we perish!"
-  Cried his followers in agonized fear,
-      When the black stormy sky,
-      And the waves dashing high,
-  Made death with its terrors seem near.
-
-    The Saviour awoke from His slumber--
-  He spake, and rebuked the rude main;
-      Though the wild cry for aid
-      Feeble faith had betrayed,
-  E'en that cry was not uttered in vain.
-
-    "Lord, careth Thou not that we perish!"
-  This oft is the cry of despair,
-      When affliction's waves roll,
-      And the agonized soul
-  Scarce can breathe forth her anguish in prayer.
-
-    Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,
-  His eye cannot slumber or sleep,
-      The bark which he guides
-      Where His Presence abides
-  Can never be wrecked on the deep.
-
-    Oh! how soon would our inward griefs vanish,
-  Our souls fear no perils without,
-      Could we hear His mild love
-      Thus our terrors reprove,
-  "Ye of little faith, why did ye doubt?"
-
-
-
-
-                                 XL.
-                          CONVICTION OF SIN.
-
-
-  When Peter by the miracle
-    Knew his celestial guest,
-  At the Redeemer's feet he fell
-    By sense of guilt opprest;
-  "Depart!" he cried, subdued and awed,
-  "I am a sinful man, O Lord!"
-
-  So must the wisest, holiest, best,
-    Their past transgressions own,
-  And on the Saviour's mercy rest
-    Their hopes of heaven alone;
-  To all applies the suppliant word,
-  "Have mercy on a sinner, Lord!"
-
-  Can vain thoughts, covetous desires,
-    And proud presumptuous hearts,
-  Endure the pure eye that requires
-    Truth in the inward parts?
-  Self-righteousness, deluding sin,
-  Would shrink if light but streamed within.
-
-  Nor deem we good deeds can atone
-    For one--the smallest--sin;
-  That virtues, in the balance thrown,
-    May God's acceptance win,--
-  On tainted works man dare not rest,
-  "Unprofitable" at the best.
-
-  Ne'er be the impious hope allowed;
-    No more let mortals aim
-  From God, or from themselves, to shroud
-    Their helplessness and shame,
-  But at Thy feet, Lord Jesus, fall,
-  Like Peter, and confess it all!
-
-  The spotted leprosy of guilt
-    Within we must have seen,
-  Ere we in faith cry, "If Thou wilt,
-    Lord! Thou canst make me clean!"
-  Oh! let us first our frailty see
-  Then find our cure, our all in Thee!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XLI.
-                          THE SACRED GUEST.
-
-
-  When from the branches' leafy screen
-    Zaccheus on his Master gazed,
-  What must his glad surprise have been
-    When the Lord's eye to him was raised!
-  Christ singled out that one frail man
-    From all the throng that round Him pressed,
-  And to the slighted publican
-    These gracious words the Lord addressed.
-
-  "Make haste, descend, this day will I
-    With thee abide." Zaccheus heard,
-  Received his Master joyfully,
-    And reaped the blessing of that word:
-  "This day salvation to this home
-    Is come," thus Christ the blessing gave;
-  "For lo! the Son of man is come
-    That which was lost to seek and save!"
-
-  Mortal, on earth though low-esteemed,
-    Thou, like the publican, mayst be;
-  The eye that on Zaccheus beamed
-    May now be, _is_ now fixed on thee.
-  From Him retirement is no screen,
-    Thy insignificance no shroud;
-  And still all cold as thou hast been
-    To thee the Saviour speaks aloud.
-
-  "Lo! at the door I stand and knock,
-    If any open unto Me,
-  The portals of his heart unlock,
-    I, even I, his Guest will be."
-  Oh! can that sacred Guest in vain
-    Crave entrance to a sinner's heart;
-  Can pride itself unmoved remain,
-    Or madness pray Him to depart?
-
-  No; sure with grateful joy alone
-    Thou wilt thy Lord and Saviour meet,
-  Within thy heart prepare His throne,
-    And pour thy treasures at His feet!
-  For think not Christ thy Guest can be
-    Unless thy works His presence prove,
-  As in Zaccheus, God in thee
-    See acts of justice, deeds of love.
-
-  Pure is the heart if God be there,
-    That shrine no second lord receives;
-  Christ suffers not His "house of prayer"
-    To be the shameful "den of thieves."
-  Far from the temple that He loves
-    He drives base passions, selfish care,
-  With His own blood each stain removes,
-    Then comes and dwells for ever there!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLII.
-                             THE MOURNER.
-
-
-  Forth from the city gate of Nain
-    Slow wends the funeral array,
-  And friends by love or pity led
-    Swell the procession on its way.
-  There from one closely shrouded form
-    The deep low sobs convulsive burst--
-  The widow mourns her only son,
-    And grief for her has done its worst.
-
-  The Saviour meets the sorrowing one,
-    And they that bear the bier stand still,
-  The voice of grief is hushed in awe,
-    And all in silence wait His will.
-  The "Man of Sorrows" sees her woe,
-    He who knew grief, for grief can feel;
-  Weep not, thou mourner, Christ is near,
-    As Man to pity, God to heal.
-
-  He speaks the word, and death obeys:
-    Is it the breeze that stirs the shroud?
-  The stiffened limbs relax, they move
-    With new and wondrous life endowed.
-  Life dawns upon the ashen cheek,
-    Through each cold vein life's currents run,
-  The dead man rises from his bier--
-    The widow clasps her living son!
-
-  Oh! ye bereaved ones, whose sad tears
-    Some loved and lifeless form bedew,
-  The Eye that saw and pitied her
-    Looks in compassion down on you;
-  Although no miracle at once
-    Your loved one to your arms restore,
-  That voice which waked the widow's son
-    Shall bid him live, to die no more.
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIII.
-                         THE CHRISTIAN BOND.
-
-
-  When in our breasts we feel the flame of love,
-    Kindled by heaven, becoming dim and low,
-  When cold our feelings are to God above,
-    Unsympathizing to His poor below,
-    When kindness seems a task, and words impatient flow;
-  How shall we cherish love's declining light?
-    By drawing forth from memory's treasure-cave
-  The recollection of that mournful night
-    When Jesus to the flock He died to save
-    Gave His last mild commands, His parting blessing gave.
-
-  Muse on the solemn scene, till faith have power
-    The inspired narrative to realize;
-  And round the board at evening's silent hour
-    The chosen twelve appear, their anxious eyes
-    Fixed on the Lamb of God, the spotless Sacrifice.
-  Lo! on the bread His sacred hand he lays,
-    That hand so soon transfixed for them to be;
-  See the Redeemer's sad uplifted gaze,
-    And hear the accents breathing mournfully,
-    "This do ye in remembrance still of Me!"
-
-  Nor this the sole command by Christ then given
-    To His disciples, loved unto the last,
-  At that sad meeting, when the Lord of Heaven
-    Beheld death's awful hour approaching fast,
-    The cross--the anguish which all mortal woe surpassed;
-  When He surveyed His small devoted band,
-    And all that He for them would suffer knew,
-  The Saviour breathed that heavenly command,
-    That bond of union to His faithful few,
-    "Love one another e'en as I have loved you."
-
-  _As I have loved you._ Oh! more than love,--
-    Language can breathe, and thought conceive no more;
-  It is not "as thyself"--_this_ mounts above
-    All human feeling, bids us higher soar,
-    Gaze on the cross, and feel the love a Saviour bore!
-  And can we ever rudely tear aside
-    The band Messiah twined around His own?
-  Envy, resentment, petulance, or pride,
-    Erase the mark by which His flock are known?
-    Hath Christ ne'er loved _us_, to us no mercy shown?
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIV.
-                       THE CURE AT GETHSEMANE.
-
-
-  The awful night hath passed, the day
-    Soon o'er the mountains will be breaking,
-  And from their sleep of sorrow now
-    The Saviour's followers are waking;
-  The Lord hath risen from His knees,
-    His soul resigned on God relies,
-  The cup of vengeance now is full,
-    The Victim waits the sacrifice.
-
-  Hark! hark! what sounds the stillness break,--
-    The clouds of danger darken o'er Him,
-  The traitor bands surround their Lord,
-    And His betrayer stands before Him.
-  Then love bursts through the bonds of fear--
-    Forth from the scabbard leaps the sword,
-  The apostle strikes the hasty blow
-    To save--or to avenge his Lord!
-
-  Oh! many a miracle of love
-    The Lord had wrought for souls believing,
-  Now stilling storms, now by His power
-    The wants of multitudes relieving;
-  But the last miracle of Christ,
-    Ere to His fearful trial brought,
-  Was wrought when captive and betrayed--
-    And for His persecutor wrought.
-
-  He touched the wound--and it was healed;
-    Oh! deed, unmeasured love revealing;
-  Ere it was nailed upon the cross
-    That gracious hand's last touch was healing!
-  And when the lighter wrongs we bear
-    Rouse in our hearts vindictive fire,
-  Shall not remembrance of that deed
-    Thrill on our souls, and calm our ire?
-
-  Sweet are the thoughts that wondrous cure
-    Wrought at Gethsemane may yield us;
-  We, too, were rebels to our King,
-    And He, though rebels, touched and healed us.
-  Let us to all men mercy show,
-    As we through only mercy live;
-  Rejoice, like Christ, the poor to bless,
-    Like Christ, the guilty to forgive!
-
-
-
-
-                                 XLV.
-                       HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.
-
-
-  At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding,
-    By faith let me now with His followers bend;
-  Let me hear for my pardon His voice interceding,
-    And see, for my sins, these dear life-drops descend.
-
-  As when His fierce murderers mocked and defied Him,
-    The Maries still clung to their Master adored,
-  Nor for thrones would have quitted their station beside Him,
-    Their long mournful watch by their crucified Lord;
-
-  So, unmoved by the scoffs of the foe and blasphemer,
-    I would muse upon all that my Saviour hath borne;
-  Permitted to watch by the dying Redeemer,
-    And gaze on that pale brow encircled with thorn.
-
-  Oh! let such remembrance be present before me
-    When called on the feast of His love to partake,
-  Let my spirit commune with her Lord now in glory,
-    And trembling behold what He bore for our sake!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLVI.
-                         HYMN FOR THE DYING.
-
-
-  The day of life is closing,
-    Its last faint beam has fled;
-  Yet faith, on Christ reposing,
-    Can Death's cold waters tread;
-  The dark sea spreads before me,
-    Upon the brink I stand;
-  Oh, guide me, Lord of Glory,
-    To Heaven's blissful strand!
-        To Thee, Lord, I flee,
-        My trust is in Thee;
-  "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?"
-
-  No longer here detain me,
-    I hear my Saviour's voice,
-  I feel His arm sustain me,
-    I triumph and rejoice!
-  The Lord will bless for ever
-    Those who His love have known,
-  Nor life, nor death shall sever
-    The Saviour from His own!
-        Victorious and free
-        His people shall be;
-  "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?"
-
-
-
-
-                                XLVIL
-                        DEATH IS NOT DREADFUL.
-
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    Though sad affection weeps,
-  The grave is but the cradle where
-    The future seraph sleeps,
-  And smiling Faith her watch above
-    The peaceful slumberer keeps.
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    'Twere terrible to die,
-  E'en to the best, if called to stand
-    Before the Deity
-  Bare in their guilt,--without a friend
-    To meet the Judge's eye.
-
-  But oh! the weakest saint
-    May fearless pass the flood,
-  His robe shall shine as white as light
-    Washed in his Saviour's blood;
-  The Judge Himself shall plead his cause,
-    Who as his Surety stood.
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    It bids us reap at last
-  The joyful harvest of our tears,
-    Our toils and trials past;
-  It gives us our inheritance,
-    How glorious and how vast!
-
-  Death is not dreadful, no!
-    It is the Saviour's voice
-  Calling His lambs unto the fold;
-    They hear it, and rejoice:
-  In life or death "to be with Christ"
-    This is His servants' choice.
-
-  So, when the long night comes,
-    In peace they close their eyes,
-  Humbly confiding in His care
-    Whose love all change defies,--
-  Bowing to His Almighty will,
-    All-merciful, All-wise.
-
-  Then welcome be the night
-    Preceding endless day,
-  Thrice blessed the Gospel's glorious light,
-    That chased its gloom away,
-  And showed us life beyond the tomb
-    In Christ, the sinner's Stay.
-
-
-
-
-                               XLVIII.
-                           NEVER FORSAKEN.
-
-
-  Why dread the future, trembling one,
-    Since whatsoe'er the griefs it bring,
-  A Father's voice pronounced the fate
-    It bears upon its rapid wing?
-  Canst thou not trust thy earthly hopes
-    To Him in whom thy soul confides;
-  Nor cast thy cares upon thy Lord
-    When angels whisper "God provides."
-
-  "Why for the morrow take ye thought?"
-    The God of truth and mercy said;
-  His gracious arm supports thee now,
-    His sheltering wing is o'er thee spread;
-  He ne'er forgets His human pangs--
-    The stricken soul, the tortured limb--
-  Nor gives a moment's needless pain
-    To those who love and trust in Him!
-
-  What dost thou fear, what dost thou dread?
-    The rushing wind--the billow's roar?
-  The gale, though rude, by love is sent
-    To speed thy course to Heaven's shore.
-  More fatal were a death-like calm;
-    The stormy voyage not long can last,
-  The Saviour's welcome overpays
-    A thousand-fold the perils past.
-
-  Fear not,--what should God's children fear?
-    The dreaded clouds may roll away;
-  Unnumbered mercies oft received
-    Should strengthen faith to trust to-day.
-  Enough--without the Lord's consent
-    None from thy head one hair can sever;
-  Enough--thou art the Almighty's care;
-    Afflicted, but forsaken never!
-
-
-
-
-                                XLIX.
-                         THY FATHER'S FRIEND.
-
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father's friend,
-    Forsake not thou thine own;
-  Though care and grief his form may bow,
-  And frosts of age be on his brow,
-  And like a leafless willow now
-    He stand on earth alone.
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father's friend,
-    Revere the hoary head;
-  Thou may'st have little to bestow
-  To lessen want, or lighten woe,
-  But who does not the solace know
-    Which kindly words can shed!
-
-  Forsake not thou thy father's friend;
-    So when thy strength is o'er,
-  May'st thou ne'er want a friend in need,
-  Thy age to cheer, thy footsteps lead,
-  But he who is a "Friend indeed"
-    Be thine for evermore!
-
-
-
-
-                                  L.
-                     FEAR OF GOD AND FEAR OF MAN.
-
-
-  The fear of God most high--
-    It is a holy fear;
-  It makes us pass through life as those
-    Who know their Lord is near.
-  The fear of sinful man--
-    'Tis a debasing fear,
-  Shame will be theirs who dare not brave
-    A censure or a sneer.
-
-  It was the fear of God
-    By which the Hebrews three
-  Undaunted met the tyrant's frown--
-    Unmoved the flames could see.
-  It was the fear of man
-    Weak Pilate's breast within,
-  That stained his hands with guiltless blood,
-    His soul with blackest sin.
-
-  No courage is like that
-    Which steadfast faith bestows;
-  With God our Friend, we would be safe
-    Were all the world our foes!
-  Faith but the _duty_ sees
-    Where doubt would danger scan;
-  'Tis through the fear of God alone
-    We crush the fear of man.
-
-
-
-
-                                 LI.
-                        THE SINNERS' PORTION.
-
-
-  Who Wisdom's path forsakes
-    Leaves all true joy behind;
-  He who the peace of others breaks,
-    No peace himself shall find.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The drunkard gaily sings
-    Above his foaming glass,
-  But shame and pain the revel brings
-    Ere many hours can pass.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The thief may count his gains;--
-    If he the sum could see
-  Of future punishment and pains,
-    Sad would his reckoning be.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  The Sabbath-breaker spurns
-    What Wisdom did ordain;
-  God's rest to Satan's use he turns,
-    A blessing to a bane.
-  Flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-  O Lord, to Thee we pray,
-    Do Thou our faith increase,
-  Make us to walk in Wisdom's way,
-    The only way of peace!
-  For flowers above and thorns below,
-  Little pleasure, lasting woe,
-  Such is the fate that sinners know.
-
-
-
-
-                                 LII.
-                           DEATH-BED HYMN.
-
-
-  Standing upon the awful brink,
-  Almost too faint to pray or think,
-  Thou who canst pain and fear control,
-  My God, have mercy on my soul!
-
-  A chilling gloom I feel within,
-  A trembling consciousness of sin;
-  I cannot to my mind recall
-  What sins--but Thou hast marked them all.
-
-  Oh, let my soul some promise hear
-  From Thy blest Word to calm her fear;
-  Oh, bid this doubt, this anguish cease--
-  My Saviour say, "Depart in peace!"
-
-  Thou know'st I loved Thee,--weak might be
-  My faith--but it was fixed on Thee;
-  Thou didst a gracious promise make--
-  Oh, save me for Thy mercy's sake!
-
-  Methinks I hear my Lord reply:
-  "Fear not, for I am ever nigh;
-  In life--in death--beyond the grave--
-  My arm shall guide, support, and save.
-
-  "Thy ransom hath been paid by love,
-  Thy mansion is prepared above;
-  No power of death, or hell, or sin,
-  From Me one pardoned soul shall win!"
-
-
-
-
-                                LIII.
-                              SAVE ONE!
-
-
-  Souls are perishing before thee,
-                Save--save one!
-  It may be thy crown of glory,
-                Save--save one!
-  From the waves that would devour,
-  From the raging lion's power,
-  From destruction's fiery shower,
-                Save--save one!
-
-  Not in thine own strength confiding,
-                Save--save one;
-  Faith and prayer thy efforts guiding,
-                Save--save one!
-  None can e'er, unless possessing
-  Heavenly aid and heavenly blessing,
-  To the work of mercy pressing,
-                Save e'en one.
-
-  Who the worth of souls can measure?
-                Save--save one!
-  Who can count the priceless treasure?
-                Save--save one!
-  Like the stars shall shine, for ever
-  They who faithfully endeavour
-  Dying sinners to deliver,
-                Save--save one!
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-
-                                 LIV.
-                           NEW YEAR'S HYMN,
-           WRITTEN AT THE TIME OF THE INDIAN MUTINY, 1857.
-
-
-  In the year that hath passed o'er us,
-    Many suffered woe and pain;
-  Time can ne'er the brave restore us,
-    Far in distant India slain.
-        Praying, praising,
-    Saints have joined the martyr-train.
-
-  But another year is dawning,
-    We are spared its light to see;
-  May each blessing, may each warning,
-    Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee--
-        Like Thy martyrs
-    Faithful unto death to be!
-
-  May Thy Word, salvation bringing,
-    Shine where darkness now appears;
-  Plenteous be the harvest springing,
-    That was sown in blood and tears;--
-        Light from darkness,
-    Joy from sorrow, hope from fears!
-
-  Blessed hope now set before us,
-    Satan's slaves shall burst their thrall,
-  All the nations join the chorus
-    To the Lord who died for all;--
-        Ransomed millions
-    At the Saviour's feet shall fall!
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-
-
-                                POEMS.
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-
-                                  1.
-                           THE INDIAN MAID.
-
-
-  The leading incidents in this poem are historical. The descendants
-  of Pocahontas are still to be found, I believe, in the United
-  States.
-
-  Through the majestic forest shade
-    The light of morn is faintly shining,
-  Scarce straggling through the twilight made
-    By leafy boughs entwining;
-  As Nature, from the birth of Time,
-    Deep in this lone sequestered wood,
-  Had formed herself a bower sublime,
-    Where she might dwell with solitude,
-  And list the wild bird's note, nor fear
-  Man's guilty foot could wander here,
-  Or war's unhallowed trumpet wake
-  The slumbering echoes, rudely break
-  The solemn, deep, unearthly still,
-  Which to a stranger's soul must thrill
-  A sense of awe--as though he trod
-  A temple consecrate to God!
-
-  Yet war can penetrate e'en here
-    To blight the beauties of creation,
-  Till Nature's calmest scenes appear
-    Dark haunts of desolation.
-  The murderer's sword hath left the sheath,
-    When from the bright pure heaven above,
-  And smiling earth, there seemed to breathe
-    But peace, and joy, and love.
-  And even now, when blushing morn,
-  On rosy clouds by zephyrs borne,
-  Comes in her laughing loveliness
-  The world to brighten and to bless,
-  It were more meet that heaven should shroud
-  Her radiant brow in some dark cloud,
-  And dewy tears of morning flow
-  For scenes of blood on earth below!
-
-  See, in the forest's thickest maze
-    The dark-eyed Indian tribes assembling,
-  Free as the pure fresh breeze that plays
-    On leaves around them trembling.
-  Wild Nature's wilder sons,--each brow
-    The radiant sun of western lands
-  Hath kindled to a redder glow;
-    In painted pride the savage stands,
-  So differing in garb--in skin--
-  In mien--he scarce might seem akin
-  To Europe's sons, did we not trace
-  In the dark features of his face
-  The same fierce passions, which declare
-  The race of Adam here and there,
-  And prove, alas! we share with all
-  One common origin, and fall!
-
-  But what white-bosomed victim here
-    Stands bound, a cruel death awaiting,
-  The dreadful preparations near
-    Now firmly contemplating,--
-  Now raising calm his thoughtful eye
-    Where, through the boughs that intervene
-  Of Nature's verdant canopy,
-    Bright glimpses are of heaven seen?
-  Reflects he on the murderous doom
-  Which destines him a bloody tomb,
-  Sudden cut off, before his time,
-  In honour's course, in manhood's prime,--
-  On projects that with him must die,
-  Hopes ripening to reality,
-  But blasted ere their fruits afford
-  To science its well-earned reward?
-
-  Or thinks he on the distant land
-    To which life's earliest ties have bound him,
-  Where last he grasped his father's hand,
-    And felt his mother's arms around him?
-  Above these savage yells of death
-    Does memory hear the low deep prayer
-  Her trembling lips could scarcely breathe,
-    That God might shield him everywhere?
-  'Tis answered, yes, that prayer of love,
-  Scarce heard on earth, has reached above!
-  Though fixed his doom, though Death e'en now
-  Stands prompt--he may not strike the blow!
-  Twice did the trembling compass[2] give
-  A respite,--wonder bade him live;
-  But other succour now must save
-  The hero from untimely grave.
-
-  For lo! behold, with savage joy
-    His foes their victim now surrounding,
-  Eager to smite and to destroy,
-    The woods with yells resounding!
-  Calm and resigned he kneels in dust,
-    Lays on the stone his manly head,
-  And waits the crushing blows, that must
-    Number him with the dead;
-  When, like the bright celestial bow
-  Which, when the angry tempests blow,
-  And heaven's bolts from high are hurled--
-  Speaks peace and mercy to the world--
-  Forward here springs an Indian maid,
-  As light as fawn in forest glade,
-  Her cheek with generous ardour glowing,
-  O'er her slight form the dark hair flowing,
-  While firm resolve, and feeling high,
-  Sparkle in her soul-speaking eye.
-
-  "O Father, spare the chief!" she cries,
-    Before her parent interceding,
-  Her clasp�d hands, and eloquent eyes,
-    More than her accents pleading;
-  "Was he not brave in war, and kind
-    And true in peace? did he e'er break
-  The solemn wampum league, or bind
-    The captive to the stake?
-  For him a wife afar may sigh,
-  A lonely mother mourning die,
-  For who shall now with sounding bow
-  Bring down for them the elk or roe,
-  Whose hatchet shall defend their home
-  When hostile tribes with war-cries come!
-  Oh! spare the white chief, that his voice
-  His wife's sad bosom may rejoice;
-  Oh! spare him, that his hand may dry
-  The teardrop in his mother's eye!"
-
-  But stern the Indian's answer; vain
-    Her pleading words, her warm endeavour,
-  The murderers' clubs are raised again
-    To crush the brave for ever!
-  Lo! from her knees the maiden springs,
-    Rapid as lightning's flash above,
-  As guardian angels spread their wings
-    O'er mortals that they love,
-  Around the Doomed her arms are thrown,
-  His form protected by her own,
-  With him will she the worst await,
-  And save his life, or share his fate!
-  "Strike him!" she cries, "but 'neath the blow
-  His blood and mine shall mingled flow;
-  Strike him! but in the spirit-land
-  With him shall Pocahontas stand,
-  Nor live to say her tribe hath slain
-  The chief for whom she prayed in vain!"
-
-  There is a spell in woman's eye
-    When, injured Virtue's cause defending,
-  Her soul is roused to energy,
-    Vigour with sweetness blending!
-  Soft plumes that tremble in the air
-    Have formed a breastplate strong to save,
-  And woman's heart will oft-times dare
-    What might appal the brave!
-  E'en the rude Indians feel the power
-  Of courage equal to the hour,
-  Catch virtues warm inspiring glow
-  And more than mercy asked, bestow.
-  Rise, Briton, rise, both safe and free,
-  With life receive back liberty;
-  Spring from the spot of sacrifice
-  From which thou ne'er didst hope to rise;
-  Or rather, once more prostrate fall
-  To bless the God who saved from all!
-
-  Not long the dark-eyed maiden hears
-    His grateful words of deep devotion,
-  They part--to meet in future years
-    Beyond the heaving ocean.
-  "Go, stranger, to thy distant home,"
-    Thus flowed her simple, wild farewell,
-  "When thy pale tribes to greet thee come,
-    Then of the Red man's mercy tell!
-  And when the round sun leaves the sky
-  To light the Indian forests high,
-  Say thou hast left a daughter there,
-  And bid him here thy greetings bear!
-  And oh! if e'er a Red man be
-  Thy captive, then remember me;
-  If weary-footed Indian pray
-  For shelter, turn not thou away,
-  But to my race a father be,
-  As thou hast found a child in me!"
-
-  Sweet maid! she little dreamed how near
-    The hour when she--a captive mourning--
-  A Briton's voice her grief would cheer,
-    The White man's debt returning;
-  When Rolfe with tenderest care essayed
-    The maiden's flowing tears to dry,
-  Until captivity he made
-    More sweet than liberty!
-  Amidst her grief, amidst her fear,
-  Love's melting tones first reached her ear,
-  And oh! has life one dark distress
-  That sweet voice cannot soothe or bless!
-  It was as though the raging blast
-  Had o'er some silent harp-strings past,
-  And waked so soft, so wild a strain
-  (As joy still owes its zest to pain),
-  The spirit of the storm drew near,
-  Closed his dark wings, and paused to hear!
-
-  And with Rolfe's heart she learned to share
-    His hopes, on heavenward pinion soaring,
-  And with him knelt in humble prayer,
-    The Christian's God adoring.
-  The sacred tie has made them one,
-    That tie which death alone can part,
-  Love's circlet on her hand hath shone,
-    Love's torch within her heart;
-  And she hath quitted that wild shore
-  Her tearful eyes shall view no more,
-  And, wafted by the western wind,
-  Left all that once she loved behind.
-  Honours in Albion's isle attend
-  The Indian bride, the captive's friend;
-  From royal lips[3] her praises sound,
-  Her generous deed with fame is crowned.
-  But precious to her soul, above
-  All fame, her husband's smile of love,
-  Or Smith's proud glance, when she would claim
-  Once more a daughter's cherished name.
-
-  But oh! how close the sacred ties
-    That to our native country bind us,
-  In foreign scenes the heart still sighs
-    For dearer left behind us!
-  She longed to see the waving woods,
-    Her dark-haired sire, her Indian shore,
-  Her spirit yearned to cross the floods
-    And view her native soil once more.
-  But ere the vessel left the strand,
-  Sickness, with damp and heavy hand
-  Stayed the fair wanderer, like a spell
-  Unseen, but irresistible,
-  For death in his pale bark had come
-  To waft her to a brighter home.
-  Brief was the passage, but how vast
-  The space in those short seconds past!
-  One moment Rolfe in wild distress
-  Hung o'er her fading loveliness,
-  Met her long dying gaze of love,
-  Saw her pale lips in blessing move,
-  The next--and her immortal soul
-  Had crossed the floods, and reached the goal,
-  And he was left to mourn its flight,
-  Till death, that severed them, should reunite!
-
-
-
-
-                                 II.
-                               BLANCHE.
-
-
-  Life's deep afflictions not alone demand
-    Devout submission to th' Almighty's will,
-  The flower nursed by dew, by breezes fanned,
-    Yet may the slow-corroding canker kill,
-    While all around it smiles, it fadeth still;
-  Such is the thankless heart which--pleasure-cloyed--
-    Turns from surrounding good to fancied ill,
-  And forms within itself a cheerless void
-  'Mid blessings unacknowledged, pleasures unenjoyed.
-
-  Oh! deem ye not them sufferers alone
-    Whom poverty consumes, or cares oppress,
-  Who mourn o'er health departed, hopes o'erthrown,
-    Or--severed from a parent's fond caress--
-    Find the world changed into a wilderness;
-  As deep the desolation of a mind
-    (With all to cheer it, and with all to bless)
-  That, to its own self-fostered gloom resigned,
-  Rejects the happiness God bade it seek and find.
-
-  My parents, faithful soldiers of the Cross,
-    Had o'er successive offspring closed the tomb,
-  And--ere my infant heart could know its loss--
-    They too had sunk beneath the mortal doom,--
-    My life, in sorrow passed, commenced in gloom.
-  Yet friends were left; the patriarch of our line
-    For my sake would a parent's cares resume,
-  And his mild consort, then in life's decline,
-  As she had watched my father's youth would watch o'er mine.
-
-  With tenderness did they their charge fulfil,
-    In the retirement of a peaceful spot;
-  But ah! not theirs the strength to curb the will,
-    To train Christ's soldier for a trying lot.
-    Offences gently chidden--and forgot,
-  The wavering denial, weak delay,
-    And threat--by punishment succeeded not,
-  Marred in the morn the promise of the day,
-  The Christian child's first lesson should be to _obey_.
-
-  Cruel, misjudging tenderness! how soon
-    The plant by weakness nursed bore fruit in woe!
-  The branch which love with gentle hand might prune,
-    Reserved to fall 'neath God's chastising blow!
-    Can they the toils of warfare undergo
-  Whose childhood knows no wish ungratified?
-    Oh! check the first advances of the foe,
-  Stay at the source the quickly-swelling tide,--
-  From reason's dawn must thou for good or ill decide.
-
-  Time fleeted by,--I was a child no more,
-    But with my growth, alas! the evil grew.
-  I loved creation's wonders to explore,
-    But on the world within ne'er fixed my view.
-    Eager the paths of science to pursue,
-  By praise encouraged, and by pride impelled,
-    The charm�d task each day would I renew,
-  And, while my bosom with vainglory swelled,
-  Measured myself by those I deemed that I excelled.
-
-  And was I happy? no, the unbridled mind
-    May soar too freely through the fields of air,
-  In its own liberty a bondage find;
-    My spirits were not bound by earthly care,
-    No loss had I to weep, no frowns to bear.
-  My own enjoyment was my single aim,
-    I sought it upon earth, nor found it there,
-  Satiety and disappointment came,--
-  "Oh, that I were a man to win the meed of fame!"
-
-  I longed for something lofty--undefined--
-    A kindred soul to mingle with my own,
-  A destiny more worthy of a mind
-    Now amidst uncongenial spirits thrown.
-    By friends surrounded--yet I stood alone:
-  Self was the gilded idol I adored;
-    Had I Christ's strength and my own weakness known,
-  Soon had that idol felt the gospel sword,
-  Low levelled in the dust before my conquering Lord!
-
-  Yet was I ardent in religious cause,
-    Impiety I scorned--denounced--despised;
-  No warrior his holy weapon draws
-    With zeal more fervent than I exercised
-    When faithlessness in others I chastised;
-  My spirit kindled at the martyr's tale,
-    There were my dreams of glory realized;
-  Oh! where their faith prevailed would mine prevail,
-  Could soul so ardent in the fiery trial fail?
-
-  I felt not then that in life's loneliest way
-    A glorious warfare may the Christian wage;
-  Humbly to honour, meekly to obey,
-    In charity's mild duties to engage,
-    And gently soothe the fretfulness of age,--
-  Such is the sacred post to woman given;
-    Home is her battle-field; the strife must rage
-  Till sin and self are from their empire driven:
-  Will not the victor rest with martyr-saints in heaven?
-
-  With weariness I viewed my rural life,
-    Hid from a world in which I hoped to shine,--
-  Better the press of care, the toil of strife,
-    Than thus in an insipid calm to pine,
-    Watching my aged guardian's slow decline;
-  Youth was, I deemed, the season for delight,
-    E'en should its sorrows with its joys be mine,
-  The deepest shadows mark the brightest light,
-  Dim is the hour when both in one dull hue unite!
-
-  Sin may invite the soul; by discontent
-    The wayward soul herself inviteth sin;
-  I sought a trial--God the trial sent.
-    One formed a colder heart than mine to win,
-    Lighted the soul-consuming torch within:
-  Montoro sought my hand, his lips revealed
-    His love; I felt another life begin,--
-  To fervent love must self his empire yield,--
-  No, for that love itself was selfishness concealed!
-
-  What though Montoro's highborn parents frowned
-    Upon his union with a lowly maid;
-  Though upon means already slender found,
-    A second burden thus would now be laid,--
-    Although with darkened sight, and strength decayed,
-  My widowed grandsire claimed a daughter's care,--
-    What was it to a soul by passion swayed?
-  His lonely dwelling now must strangers share,
-  No daughter's voice to raise the hymn, or join the prayer.
-
-  'Twas on a summer morn I left my home,
-    Buoyant with hope and long-sought happiness,
-  Yet did a feeling of misgiving come
-    When, folded in the old man's last caress,
-    He in his trembling accents strove to bless
-  The child who left him lonely, aged, and blind
-    E'en then my bosom would the thought oppress,
-  "Deserter from the post by God assigned,
-  Wilt thou again on earth a love so faithful find?"
-
-  'Twas but a transitory thought; my soul
-    Exulted in an earthly paradise;
-  Impetuous hope had reached its wished-for goal,
-    And I could bear to see the tear-drops rise
-    Within those dear and venerable eyes,
-  Could joyous from my childhood's home depart;
-    For him I loved too great no sacrifice,
-  Care had no weight, and poverty no smart;
-  He was the treasure of my soul, the idol of my heart!
-
-  Time roused me slowly from my golden dream,
-    Love, born in smiles, survived to mourn in tears;
-  Earth's brightest blessings are not what they seem;
-    Beneath the sober influence of years
-    Fancy's gay blossoms fade, and truth appears.
-  When word or frown impatient care betrayed,
-    My wounded soul could not disguise her fears
-  That now my lord with colder feelings weighed
-  And felt the sacrifice which blinded love had made.
-
-  And what I felt I spoke; my untamed soul
-    The task of patient love had yet to learn,
-  Each word, each look, each feeling to control,
-    Harshness with meek submission to return,
-    By charms more lasting, love more lasting earn,
-  This to my spirit was a task unknown;
-    My lip would quiver, and my cheek would burn,
-  By glance reproachful and upbraiding tone
-  I marred Montoro's happiness--and crushed my own.
-
-  Hardships and cares, by eager love defied,
-    Heavy upon my weary spirit pressed,--
-  The struggle between poverty and pride,--
-    Ill could my temper bear the bitter test,
-    Exhausted hope could find no place of rest;
-  I, for the love of one, had all resigned,
-    And now my heart in bitterness confessed,
-  Though faithful love might yet remain behind,
-  It was no more the light of joy, the sunbeam of the mind.
-
-  Yet I content, nay, happy might have proved,
-    Could I have meekly stooped the yoke to bear,
-  Nor sought perfection in the man I loved;
-    But I had hoped a heaven on earth to share,--
-    Too ardent hope rebounds into despair.
-  When pride or passion fix the nuptial chain,
-    Time must the gilding from the fetters wear,--
-  Love's golden links alone unchanged remain,
-  Hallowed by faith, to be renewed in Heaven again.
-
-  I now approach the crisis of my woes.
-    One, known in early life, again I met;--
-  With proud disdain I had regarded those
-    Who--low by birth, by nature lower--yet
-    Their upstart confidence in riches set;
-  And could I calmly Agnes now behold
-    Her brow encircled with a coronet,
-  Endure her haughty smile, her greeting cold,
-  Who owed her triumph solely to the power of gold?
-
-  I felt the press of poverty, and she
-    Had only to desire--and to possess;
-  Yet why should sight of her prosperity
-    Add to my cup one drop of bitterness?
-    Her luxuries made not my comforts less.
-  I know it now, though my deluded heart
-    Would then have scorned its weakness to confess;
-  Envy had fixed within his venomed dart,
-  And love had no sweet balm to heal the wounded part.
-
-  Hate's ready weapon, ridicule, I sought,
-    The lightest word may give the deepest wound,--
-  Montoro's sparkling wit the impulse caught,
-    His jests, by malice circulated round,
-    Too soon a fatal destination found.
-  Words are but breath, but breath may kindle flame
-    Destined to level cities with the ground!
-  My God, from Thy dread wrath the judgment came,
-  But oh! my guilt, my wretchedness were still the same!
-
-  A fatal sword hung o'er my head unknown,
-    Yawned at my feet a precipice unseen!
-  One morn Montoro had gone forth alone,
-    Methought there was a sadness in his mien,
-    And tender had his words at parting been;
-  A long fond kiss upon our babe he prest,
-    Still in her cradle slumbering serene;
-  The tide of love gushed warmer in my breast,
-  His glance recalled the hours when first that love was blest.
-
-  Thrice the accumulating mound of sand
-    Marked in my glass the hours that passed away,
-  I turned it listlessly with weary hand,
-    And marvelled at Montoro's long delay:
-    Heavy with mist and rain advanced the day;
-  My babe awoke and wept, her cry of fear
-    I strove to soothe with melancholy lay,
-  And bore her, sobbing, to the casement near,
-  And bade her infant accents call her father dear.
-
-  Upon the dreary prospect forth I gazed;
-    Poured from the lowering sky incessant rain,
-  The trees their dark and dripping branches raised,
-    Reflected dimly on the flooded plain,
-    Trickled the raindrops down the misty pane;
-  The wind in sudden gusts our dwelling shook,
-    Then sank, in mournful murmurs to complain;
-  With heavy heart the casement I forsook,
-  While to my early home her flight sad memory took.
-
-  "Where is the happiness I thought to find
-    When forth I went, a young rejoicing bride?
-  Springs grief from earthly trials, or a mind
-    For ever restless and dissatisfied?
-    Montoro's love outweighed the world beside,--
-  Is it his wife's misfortune or her sin
-    That petty cares so oft our hearts divide?
-  Oh, that another era might begin,
-  And life's storms but enhance the holy peace within!
-
-  "My childhood's friend I in his age forsook,--
-    The old man sleeps beneath the grassy sod!
-  To frown of care is changed the joyous look
-    With which Montoro once life's garden trod;
-    God gave me life,--I have not lived to God!
-  My threefold duties I neglected see,--
-    Great God! suspend awhile thy chastening rod!
-  Oh, come, my husband, life henceforth shall be
-  Devoted unto piety and thee!"
-
-  He came--but oh! _how_ did Montoro come?
-    Why did I live to look on his return?
-  Bleeding and pale they bore him to his home.
-    Life glimmered faintly,--I had yet to learn
-    The hopeless grief that must for ever burn
-  Within the widow's desolated breast:
-    Enough--mine eyes have seen Montoro's urn;
-  One tie is left--one treasure still possest,--
-  The shadow of despair is cast on all the rest!
-
-  There is no wretchedness where sin is not,--
-    Religion may relieve the darkest woes,
-  All--save remorse--be softened or forgot--
-    But where can she--the guilty--find repose,
-    Whose anguish from her own transgression flows?
-  _My_ pride--_my_ envy bade Montoro die,
-    His life embittered, stained with blood its close!
-  Aye, weep ye who _can_ weep--but I--but I
-  My heart weeps tears of blood, and yet mine eyes are dry!
-
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-                                 III.
-                                PRIDE.
-
-
-  Proud--and of what! poor vain and helpless worm
-  Crawling in weakness through thy life's brief term,
-  Yet filled with thoughts presumptuous, bold, and high,
-  As though thy grovelling soul could scan the sky,
-  As though thy wisdom, which can not foreshow
-  What _one_ day brings of coming weal or woe,
-  Could pierce the depths of far futurity,
-  And all the wing�d shafts of fate defy!
-
-  Art proud of riches? of the glittering dust
-  Each day _may_ rob thee of, and one day _must_,
-  When mines of wealth will purchase no delay,
-  When dust to dust must turn, and clay to clay,
-  And nought remain to thee of all possest,
-  Save one dark cell in earth's unconscious breast!
-  Or proud of power? on this little ball
-  Some petty tract may thee its master call,
-  Some fellow-mortals, bending lowly down,
-  Bask in thy smile, or tremble at thy frown;
-  Great in the world's eyes, in thine own how great,
-  How swells thy breast with conscious pride elate!
-
-  And art thou great? lift up--lift up thine eyes,
-  Survey the heavens, gaze into the skies,--
-  View the fair worlds that glitter o'er thy head,
-  Orb above orb in bright succession spread,
-  Beyond the reach of sight, the power of thought,--
-  Then turn thy gaze to earth, and thou art--_nought_;
-  The globe itself a speck--an atom thou!
-  Oh, child of dust, shall pride exalt thee now?
-  In one thing only thou mayst glory still,
-  And let exulting joy thy bosom fill,--
-  Glory in this--and what is all beside,--
-  That for this worm--this atom--Christ hath died!
-
-  Does conscious genius fire thy haughty mind,
-  Genius, that raises man above his kind,
-  The lofty soul that soars on wing of fire,
-  While crowds at distance marvel and admire?
-  Oh! while the charmed world pays her homage just,
-  Remember _every talent is a trust_,
-  A treasure God doth to thy care confide,
-  A cause for gratitude, but none for pride.
-  If thou that precious talent misapply,
-  To spread the flood of infidelity,
-  To strew with flowers the paths which sinners tread,
-  To hide one treacherous snare by Satan spread,--
-  How blest, how great, compared to thee, the man
-  Whose life obscurely ends as it began,
-  To whose meek soul no knowledge ere was given
-  Save that--of all most high--that lifts the soul to Heaven.
-  For, as the sun's pure radiance, streaming bright,
-  Transcends the glow-worm's dim and fading light,
-  The wisdom to that man vouchsafed from high
-  Excells the earth-born fires that flash--and die!
-
-  Oh! where shall pride securely harbour then,
-  Where urge his claims to rule the minds of men?
-  Blest Eden knew him not,--where all was fair,
-  Where all was faultless,--pride abode not there.
-  The glorious angels are above his sway,
-  Their bliss to minister--to serve--obey;
-  We--only we--poor children of a day,
-  Tread haughtily the ground for our sakes curst,
-  And wear with pride the chains our Surety burst!
-
-  Would that the world could know and truly prize
-  That which is great in the Creator's eyes!
-  The poor man, bending o'er his scanty store,
-  Who, with God's presence blest, desires no more;
-  Who feels his sins, his weakness, though his ways
-  Be just and pure beyond all _human_ praise;
-  Whose humble thoughts well with his prayer accord,
-  "Have mercy upon me, a sinner, Lord!"
-  Who, heir of an eternal, heavenly throne,
-  Rests all his hopes on Christ, and Christ _alone_!
-  Wisest of men--for he alone is wise;
-  Richest of men--secure his treasure lies;
-  Greatest of men--his mansion is on high;
-  His Father--God; his portion--immortality!
-
-
-
-
-                                 IV.
-                    A DREAM OF THE SECOND ADVENT.
-
-
-  I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night--
-  Deep midnight--I was startled from my sleep
-  By a clear sound as of a trumpet! Loud
-  It swelled, and louder, thrilling every nerve,
-  Making the heart beat wildly, strangely, till
-  All other senses seemed in hearing lost.
-  Up from my couch I sprang in trembling haste,
-  Cast on my garments, wondering to behold
-  Through half-closed shutters sudden radiance gleam,
-  More clear, more vivid than the glare of day!
-  What marvel, then, that with a breathless hope
-  That gave me wings, forth from my home I rushed,
-  Though heaved the earth as if instinct with life,
-  Its very dust awakening! Can it be--
-  Is this the call, "Behold the Bridegroom comes!"
-  Comes He, the long-expected--long-desired?
-  Crowds thronged the street, with every face upturned,
-  Gazing into the sky--the flaming sky--
-  Where every cloud was like a throne of light.
-  None could look back, not even to behold
-  If those beloved were nigh; one thrilling thought
-  Rapt all the multitude--"Can He be near!"
-
-  Then cries of terror rose--I scarcely heard;
-  And buildings shook, and rocked, and crashing fell--
-  I scarcely marked their fall; the trembling ground
-  Rose like the billowy sea--I scarcely felt
-  The motion, such intensity of hope--
-  Joy--expectation--flooded all my soul,
-  A tide of living light, o'erwhelming all
-  The hopes and fears, the cares and woes of earth!
-  Could any doubt remain? Lo! from afar
-  A sound of "Hallelujah!" ne'er before
-  Had mortal ear drunk in such heavenly strain,
-  Save when on Bethlehem's plain the shepherds heard
-  The music of the skies!
-                      Behold! behold!
-  Like white-winged angels rise the radiant throng
-  That from yon cemetery's gloomy verge
-  Have burst, immortal--glorious--undefiled!
-  Bright as the sun their crowns celestial shine,
-  Yet I behold them with undazzled eye!
-  Oh! that yon glittering canopy of light
-  Would burst asunder, that I might behold
-  Him whom so long, not seeing, I have loved!
-  It parted--lo! it opened--as I stood
-  With clasped hands stretched towards heav'n, my eager gaze
-  Fixed on the widening glory!
-                          Suddenly,
-  As if the burden of the flesh no more
-  Could fetter down the aspiring soul to earth,
-  As if the fleshly nature were consumed--
-  Lost in the glowing ecstasy of love--
-  I soared aloft, I mounted through the air
-  Free as a spirit, rose to meet my Lord
-  With such a cry of rapture--that I woke!
-
-  Oh! misery, to wake in darkness, wake
-  From vision of unutterable joy,
-  Instead of trumpet-sound and song of heaven,
-  To hear the dull clock measuring out time,
-  When I had seemed to touch eternity!
-  In the first pang of disappointed hope,
-  I wept that I could wake from such a dream.
-  Until Faith gently whispered, "Wherefore weep
-  To lose the faint dim shadow of a joy
-  Of which the substance shall one day be thine?
-  Live in the hope,--that hope shall brighten life
-  And sanctify it to its highest end."
-
-  Fast roll the chariot wheels of time. He comes!
-  The Spirit and the Bride expectant wait,--
-  Even so come, Lord Jesus! Saviour--come!
-
-
-
-
-                              Footnotes
-
-
-[1]The expression used by one who now rests in Christ.
-
-[2]Captain Smith, the captive here mentioned, twice diverted the
-    Indians from their murderous intentions, by drawing their
-    attention to the marvels of the needle.
-
-[3]Pocahontas was presented to James I.
-
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-                        Index to First Lines.
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-                                HYMNS.
-                                  A
-                                                                  Page
-  After labour sweet is rest                                        34
-  A helpless sinner in Thy sight                                    39
-  A holy warfare, Lord, is mine                                     79
-  An angel of comfort from heaven sped                              18
-  At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding            102
-
-                                  B
-  Before the morning's toil begin                                   49
-
-                                  D
-  Day after day my weary task I ply                                 51
-  Death is not dreadful, no!                                       106
-
-                                  E
-  Earth's bright hopes must fade                                    31
-  Ere our first parents fell, the ground                            67
-
-                                  F
-  Far from the friends to me most dear                              59
-  Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore                         43
-  "Feed thou My lambs," the Saviour said                            47
-  Forsake not thou thy father's friend                             111
-  Forth from the city gate of Nain                                  95
-
-                                  H
-  Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil                                    71
-  How beautiful is Nature's face!                                   75
-  How highly blest were those who saw                               85
-  How swiftly flies man's mortal thread                             41
-
-                                  I
-  I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring                               69
-  I cannot see the sunny gleam                                      23
-  I dare not raise my guilty eye                                    21
-  I do not dare, O holy Lord                                        15
-  In daily rounds my constant course I keep                         61
-  In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o'er me            57
-  In the year that hath passed o'er us                             121
-  I've laid the earth above the child                               27
-  I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold    53
-
-                                  L
-  "Lord! carest Thou not that we perish!"                           88
-
-                                  N
-  Not alone in God's house, or in seasons of prayer                 73
-  Now in the East Hope's trembling light                            29
-
-                                  O
-  O God of Hosts, our fathers' God                                  77
-
-                                  S
-  Souls are perishing before thee                                  119
-  Standing upon the awful brink                                    117
-
-                                  T
-  The awful night hath passed, the day                             100
-  The balmy spring awakes the flowers                               35
-  The day of life is closing                                       104
-  The fear of God most high                                        113
-  The precious blood of Christ my Lord                              11
-  There is a sword of glittering sheen                              32
-  There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee                     45
-  The Sabbath sun has risen high                                    55
-  The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder's hand             25
-  The summer blossoms fast decay                                    13
-  To whom do I obedience owe                                        63
-
-                                  W
-  When from the branches' leafy screen                              92
-  When in our breasts we feel the flame of love                     97
-  When on Zion's hill we rest                                       37
-  When Peter by the miracle                                         90
-  When shades of night around him close                             16
-  When verdant fields are seen no more                              65
-  Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion--where thy King?        81
-  Who wisdom's path forsakes                                       115
-  Why dread the future, trembling one                              109
-
-
-                                POEMS.
-  I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night                       153
-  Life's deep afflictions not alone demand                         136
-  Proud--and of what! poor vain and helpless worm                  149
-  Through the majestic forest shade                                125
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-<h1><span class="sc"><span class="xlarge">Hymns and Poems.</span></span></h1>
-<p class="tbcenter"><i><span class="small">By</span>
-<br />A. L. O. E.</i>,</p>
-<p class="center"><span class="small"><i>Author of &ldquo;The Triumph over Midian,&rdquo; &ldquo;Rescued from Egypt,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Shepherd of Bethlehem,&rdquo; &amp;c., &amp;c.</i></span></p>
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-<p class="center">LONDON:
-<br /><span class="small">T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;</span>
-<br /><span class="smaller">EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.</span>
-<br />1868.</p>
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-<p>If there be any distinctive peculiarity in
-this little volume, it is one that would
-naturally expose it to literary censure;
-the verses are very unequal, some of the hymns
-are avowedly written for the very poor. To admit
-rhymes for ragged children, needlewomen, and
-paupers into a book of sacred song, may&mdash;in the
-opinion of some critics&mdash;deprive it of all claim to
-the name of poetry. Yet I venture to hope that
-those who love to labour in God&rsquo;s vineyard, will
-not be sorry to bear to their poorer brethren verses
-intended to meet their peculiar trials, and cheer
-them under their peculiar sorrows; while the subjects
-of many of the hymns are such as are of
-<span class="pb" id="Page_vi">vi</span>
-equal interest to the prince as to the peasant.
-Humbly I commend my little work to Him whose
-blessing can alone make it useful in strengthening
-the tempted, in cheering the sad, or in lifting up
-the hearts of the happy in joyful adoration and
-praise.</p>
-<p><span class="lr">A. L. O. E.</span></p>
-<div class="img" id="fig2">
-<img src="images/p004.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="210" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_vii">vii</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig3">
-<img src="images/p005.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="215" />
-<h2 class="pcap">CONTENTS</h2>
-</div>
-<dl class="toc">
-<dt class="jr">Page</dt>
-<dt class="center">HYMNS.</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch1">The Willing Sacrifice,</a> 11</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch2">The Resurrection,</a> 13</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch3">Hymn for the Communion,</a> 15</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch4">The Beacon,</a> 16</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch5">The Blossoming Rod,</a> 18</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch6">Hymn for the Penitent Convict,</a> 21</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch7">Hymn for the Blind,</a> 23</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch8">The House not made with Hands,</a> 25</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch9">Sexton&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 27</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch10">The Second Advent,</a> 29</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch11">Hopes that Abide,</a> 31</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch12">Soldier&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 32</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch13">Hymn for Night,</a> 34</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch14">Song of Joy,</a> 35</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch15">The Retrospect,</a> 37</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch16">The Supplicant,</a> 39</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch17">Weaver&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 41</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch18">Emigrant&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 43</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch19">Fishermen&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 45</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch20">Teacher&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 47</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch21">Workman&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 49</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch22">Sempstress&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 51</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch23">Ragged Boy&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 53</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch24">Ragged Girl&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 55</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch25">Policeman&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 57</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch26">Pauper&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 59</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch27">Postman&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 61</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch28">Servant&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 63</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch29">Miner&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 65</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch30">Gardener&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 67</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch31">Labourer&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 69</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch32">Wife&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 71</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch33">Hymn of Industry,</a> 73</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch34">Social Hymn,</a> 75</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch35">National Hymn,</a> 77</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch36">Soldier&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 79</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch37">The Wise Men from the East,</a> 81</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch38">Song of Hope,</a> 85</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch39">The Fearful Heart,</a> 88</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch40">Conviction of Sin,</a> 90</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch41">The Sacred Guest,</a> 92</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch42">The Mourner,</a> 95</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch43">The Christian Bond,</a> 97</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch44">The Cure at Gethsemane,</a> 100</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch45">Hymn for the Communion,</a> 102</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch46">Hymn for the Dying,</a> 104</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch47">Death is not Dreadful,</a> 106</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch48">Never Forsaken,</a> 109</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch49">Thy Father&rsquo;s Friend,</a> 111</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch50">Fear of God and Fear of Man,</a> 113</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch51">The Sinners&rsquo; Portion,</a> 115</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch52">Death-Bed Hymn,</a> 117</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch53">Save One!</a> 119</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch54">New Year&rsquo;s Hymn,</a> 121</dt>
-<dt class="center">POEMS.</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch55">The Indian Maid,</a> 125</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch56">Blanche,</a> 136</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch57">Pride,</a> 149</dt>
-<dt><a href="#ch58">A Dream of the Second Advent,</a> 153</dt>
-</dl>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_ix">ix</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig4">
-<img src="images/p006.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="385" />
-<h2 class="pcap">HYMNS.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_11">11</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig5">
-<img src="images/p007.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="83" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch1">I.
-<br />THE WILLING SACRIFICE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p007a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The precious blood of Christ my Lord,</p>
-<p class="t">The Saviour all-divine,</p>
-<p class="t0">Was shed to cleanse men&rsquo;s souls from guilt;</p>
-<p class="t">That blood has flowed for mine!</p>
-<p class="t0">But what return can sinners make</p>
-<p class="t">For love so great, so free?</p>
-<p class="t0">All is too little, oh! my God,</p>
-<p class="t">To sacrifice to Thee.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">If all that I possessed on earth,</p>
-<p class="t">Before thy feet were laid,</p>
-<p class="t0">Light as the dust the gift would prove</p>
-<p class="t">In heaven&rsquo;s balance weighed.</p>
-<p class="t0">The costly treasures of the skies</p>
-<p class="t">Thou didst resign for me;</p>
-<p class="t0">All is too little, oh! my God,</p>
-<p class="t">To sacrifice to Thee.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_12">12</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But Thou wilt not disdain a heart</p>
-<p class="t">That would Thy word obey,</p>
-<p class="t0">That loves to own the mighty debt</p>
-<p class="t">It never hopes to pay.</p>
-<p class="t0">For were each hair upon my head</p>
-<p class="t">A separate life to be,<a class="fn" id="fr_1" href="#fn_1">[1]</a></p>
-<p class="t0">All were too little, oh! my God,</p>
-<p class="t">To sacrifice to Thee.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig6">
-<img src="images/p008.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="183" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_13">13</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig7">
-<img src="images/p009.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="114" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch2">II.
-<br />THE RESURRECTION.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p009a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Summer blossoms fast decay</p>
-<p class="t">Beneath the Autumn&rsquo;s chilling breath,</p>
-<p class="t0">And man is passing thus away,</p>
-<p class="t">Touched by the silent hand of Death.</p>
-<p class="t0">Still fading&mdash;falling&mdash;day by day</p>
-<p class="t">The withered petals strew the plain,</p>
-<p class="t0">They never more shall deck the spray&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">But man shall rise again!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Behold the bare and leafless tree</p>
-<p class="t">Blushes in spring to beauty bright;</p>
-<p class="t0">Where the dark root was buried&mdash;see</p>
-<p class="t">The eager floweret springs to light!</p>
-<p class="t0">The sun his gentle influence shed</p>
-<p class="t">To break cold winter&rsquo;s icy chain&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">So God shall wake us from the dead,</p>
-<p class="t">We all shall rise again!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_14">14</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">As beauteous day succeeds to night,</p>
-<p class="t">So glory dawns upon the grave&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Praise to the Sun of life and light,</p>
-<p class="t">Who lived to bless, and died to save!</p>
-<p class="t0">We calmly gaze on life&rsquo;s dark close,</p>
-<p class="t">The tomb shall not our forms retain&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">E&rsquo;en as our God and Saviour rose</p>
-<p class="t">His own shall rise again!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig8">
-<img src="images/p010.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="165" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_15">15</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig9">
-<img src="images/p011.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="69" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch3">III.
-<br />HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p011a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I do not dare, O holy Lord,</p>
-<p class="t">Approach Thy sacred shrine</p>
-<p class="t0">Trusting in mine own righteousness,</p>
-<p class="t">For nought but sins are mine,</p>
-<p class="t0">But in the merits of Thy Son,</p>
-<p class="t">The Saviour all-divine.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Unworthy as I own I am</p>
-<p class="t">Christ&rsquo;s feast of love to share,</p>
-<p class="t0">In His name hear my humble cry,</p>
-<p class="t">For His sake grant my prayer,</p>
-<p class="t0">And let Thy mercy cleanse my soul,</p>
-<p class="t">And shed Thy Spirit there!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh, make me one with my dear Lord</p>
-<p class="t">In His appointed rite,</p>
-<p class="t0">A branch of the Eternal Vine</p>
-<p class="t">Not fruitless in His sight;</p>
-<p class="t0">His own on earth, His own in heaven</p>
-<p class="t">Through ages infinite!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_16">16</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig10">
-<img src="images/p012.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="103" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch4">IV.
-<br />THE BEACON.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p012a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="146" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When shades of night around him close,</p>
-<p class="t">The lighthouse guard has charge to keep,</p>
-<p class="t0">And trim the beacon-fire, which glows</p>
-<p class="t">Like a red star above the deep.</p>
-<p class="t3">Still calm and bright</p>
-<p class="t3">Must shine that light</p>
-<p class="t">That guides the seaman on his way,</p>
-<p class="t3">Till morning gleam</p>
-<p class="t3">And lighthouse beam</p>
-<p class="t">Fade in the rosy blush of day.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Like charge is to the Christian given</p>
-<p class="t">In grief or joy, in storm or strife,</p>
-<p class="t0">To glorify the God of heaven</p>
-<p class="t">Both by his lips and by his life.</p>
-<p class="t3">Still pure and bright</p>
-<p class="t3">Must shine his light,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_17">17</div>
-<p class="t">And shed around a holy ray,</p>
-<p class="t3">A flame of love</p>
-<p class="t3">Lit from above,</p>
-<p class="t">And shining on to perfect day.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Pride, discontent, mistrustful fear,</p>
-<p class="t">Too oft, alas! the beacon hide;</p>
-<p class="t0">The sinner must be humbled here</p>
-<p class="t">That Jesus may be glorified.</p>
-<p class="t3">So pure and bright</p>
-<p class="t3">Shall shine his light,</p>
-<p class="t">To other hearts a beam convey,</p>
-<p class="t3">A flame of love</p>
-<p class="t3">Lit from above,</p>
-<p class="t">Still shining on to perfect day.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Lord, feed our lamps with heavenly grace,</p>
-<p class="t">And let them to Thy glory shine,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor let our weakness e&rsquo;er disgrace</p>
-<p class="t">The holy faith which seals us Thine!</p>
-<p class="t3">Then pure and bright</p>
-<p class="t3">Shall shine our light,</p>
-<p class="t">Our heavenly Father&rsquo;s grace display,</p>
-<p class="t3">A flame of love</p>
-<p class="t3">Lit from above,</p>
-<p class="t">Still shining on to perfect day!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_18">18</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig11">
-<img src="images/p013.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="65" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch5">V.
-<br />THE BLOSSOMING ROD.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p013a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">An angel of comfort from heaven sped&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">All nature brightened as he drew near</p>
-<p class="t0">Where a poor man toiled in his lowly shed</p>
-<p class="t0">And thanked the Lord for his scanty bread;</p>
-<p class="t">The angel breathed in the Christian&rsquo;s ear,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Thy God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Have patience&mdash;the rod will blossom yet!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">He spread his pinions, then paused again</p>
-<p class="t">Where prayer from a sick man&rsquo;s couch was heard;</p>
-<p class="t0">In weary weakness, in restless pain,</p>
-<p class="t0">For tedious months had the sufferer lain,</p>
-<p class="t">But his pale face beamed at the whispered word:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Thy God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Have patience&mdash;the rod will blossom yet!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then the angel flew where a mother prayed</p>
-<p class="t">For a son on a course of evil bent;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_19">19</div>
-<p class="t0">She wept&mdash;half trustful and half afraid,</p>
-<p class="t0">Beseeching Him who alone could aid;</p>
-<p class="t">And to her was the message of comfort sent&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Thy God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Have patience&mdash;the rod will blossom yet!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">With cares depressed, and with trials worn,</p>
-<p class="t">A persecuted believer knelt;</p>
-<p class="t0">With drooping heart she had meekly borne</p>
-<p class="t0">The unkind taunt and the look of scorn,</p>
-<p class="t">Till the angel&rsquo;s smile was like sunshine felt.</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Thy God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Have patience&mdash;the rod will blossom yet!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then the seraph hovered where death had been,</p>
-<p class="t">In its little coffin an infant lay;</p>
-<p class="t0">The parents wept, but a calm serene</p>
-<p class="t0">Stole over their souls, as a hand unseen</p>
-<p class="t">Gently wiped the trickling tears away.</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Your God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Your bud shall blossom in glory yet!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Happy such to whom griefs come not in vain,</p>
-<p class="t">Though afflictions bow, or the world contemn,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thrice blest in sorrow, thrice blest in pain,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_20">20</div>
-<p class="t0">Reproach is honour, and loss is gain,</p>
-<p class="t">For the angel of peace shall visit them&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Their God beholds, and will not forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Their rod shall blossom in glory yet!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig12">
-<img src="images/p014.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="297" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_21">21</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig13">
-<img src="images/p015.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="118" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch6">VI.
-<br />HYMN FOR THE PENITENT CONVICT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p015a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I dare not raise my guilty eye</p>
-<p class="t">The gaze of man to meet,</p>
-<p class="t0">A helpless sentenced wretch I lie,</p>
-<p class="t">Lord Jesus! at Thy feet.</p>
-<p class="t0">Too justly scorned by all beside,</p>
-<p class="t">I trembling come to Thee;</p>
-<p class="t0">If Thou for <i>chief of sinners</i> died,</p>
-<p class="t">Is there not hope for me?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The dying thief in torments hung</p>
-<p class="t">While sinners scoffed around;</p>
-<p class="t0">With feeble breath and faltering tongue</p>
-<p class="t">He mercy sought&mdash;and found.</p>
-<p class="t0">There flowed before his eyesight dim</p>
-<p class="t">The blood which made him free;</p>
-<p class="t0">If Jesus heard and pitied him</p>
-<p class="t">Is there not hope for me?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_22">22</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The weeping prodigal returned</p>
-<p class="t">His father&rsquo;s house to seek;</p>
-<p class="t0">His supplication was not spurned&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Love still could welcome speak.</p>
-<p class="t0">Like him, in grief and penitence,</p>
-<p class="t">To mercy&rsquo;s door I flee,</p>
-<p class="t0">O Father, wilt thou spurn me thence;</p>
-<p class="t">Is there not hope for me?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yes, there is hope! while He, once crowned</p>
-<p class="t">With thorns, now pleads in heaven,</p>
-<p class="t0">Rejoices o&rsquo;er the lost one found,</p>
-<p class="t">The wanderer forgiven;</p>
-<p class="t0">To those who mourn and turn from sin</p>
-<p class="t">He offers mercy free;</p>
-<p class="t0">I feel another life begin&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">There yet is hope for me!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig14">
-<img src="images/p016.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="191" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_23">23</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig15">
-<img src="images/p017.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="123" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch7">VII.
-<br />HYMN FOR THE BLIND.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p017a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I cannot see the sunny gleam</p>
-<p class="t">Which gladdens every eye but mine,</p>
-<p class="t0">But I can feel the warming beam,</p>
-<p class="t">And bless the God who made it shine.</p>
-<p class="t0">O Lord, each murmuring thought control,</p>
-<p class="t">Let no repining tear-drop fall,</p>
-<p class="t0">Pour holy light upon my soul,</p>
-<p class="t">That I may own Thy love in all!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I cannot see the flow&rsquo;rets blow,</p>
-<p class="t">All sparkling from the summer showers,</p>
-<p class="t0">But I can breathe their sweet perfume,</p>
-<p class="t">And bless the God who made the flowers.</p>
-<p class="t0">O Lord, each murmuring thought control,</p>
-<p class="t">Let no repining tear-drop fall,</p>
-<p class="t0">Pour holy light upon my soul,</p>
-<p class="t">That I may own Thy love in all!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_24">24</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I cannot see the pages where</p>
-<p class="t">Thy holy will is written, Lord;</p>
-<p class="t0">But I can seek Thy house of prayer,</p>
-<p class="t">And humbly listen to Thy word,</p>
-<p class="t0">Which bears my thoughts to that bright place</p>
-<p class="t">Where I at Thy dear feet may fall,</p>
-<p class="t0">Behold my Saviour face to face,</p>
-<p class="t">And see and own His love in all!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig16">
-<img src="images/p018.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="298" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_25">25</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig17">
-<img src="images/p019.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="107" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch8">VIII.
-<br />THE HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p019a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder&rsquo;s hand,</p>
-<p class="t0">When our children sleep in dust that mansion still may stand;</p>
-<p class="t0">But a nobler and more lasting dwelling to the saints is given,</p>
-<p class="t0">In a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The poor in spirit and the meek, the merciful and pure,</p>
-<p class="t0">On them the Saviour blessings breathed, for ever to endure;</p>
-<p class="t0">Those persecuted for His sake, from friends or kindred driven,</p>
-<p class="t0">Share a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_26">26</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And those who deeply mourn their sins shall find there yet is room,</p>
-<p class="t0">For such the Lord endured the cross, descended to the tomb;</p>
-<p class="t0">He ready stands to welcome those whose contrite hearts are riven,</p>
-<p class="t0">To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">What matter, then, how lowly be the roof above our head,</p>
-<p class="t0">What matter then how soon the stranger o&rsquo;er our graves may tread,</p>
-<p class="t0">If we are pressing on with hearts renewed and sins forgiven,</p>
-<p class="t0">To a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heaven!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig18">
-<img src="images/p020.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="112" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_27">27</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig19">
-<img src="images/p021.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="109" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch9">IX.
-<br />SEXTON&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p021a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="155" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I&rsquo;ve laid the earth above the child</p>
-<p class="t">Whose life was but a summer&rsquo;s day;</p>
-<p class="t0">I knew that God, in mercy mild,</p>
-<p class="t">Had called his happy soul away.</p>
-<p class="t3">Then therefore weep</p>
-<p class="t3">O&rsquo;er those who sleep?</p>
-<p class="t0">Their precious dust the Lord will keep,</p>
-<p class="t3">Till He appear</p>
-<p class="t3">In glory here,</p>
-<p class="t0">The harvest of the earth to reap.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I&rsquo;ve laid the earth above the youth</p>
-<p class="t">Whose early days to God were given,</p>
-<p class="t0">Whose end bore witness to this truth,</p>
-<p class="t">None die too soon who live for Heaven!</p>
-<p class="t3">Then wherefore weep</p>
-<p class="t3">O&rsquo;er those who sleep?</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_28">28</div>
-<p class="t0">Their precious dust the Lord will keep,</p>
-<p class="t3">Till He appear</p>
-<p class="t3">In glory here,</p>
-<p class="t0">The harvest of the earth to reap.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I&rsquo;ve laid the earth o&rsquo;er reverend age,</p>
-<p class="t">Whose hoary hairs were glory&rsquo;s crown,</p>
-<p class="t0">The saint had closed his pilgrimage,</p>
-<p class="t">And gently laid life&rsquo;s burden down.</p>
-<p class="t3">Then wherefore weep</p>
-<p class="t3">O&rsquo;er those who sleep?</p>
-<p class="t0">Their precious dust the Lord will keep,</p>
-<p class="t3">Till He appear</p>
-<p class="t3">In glory here,</p>
-<p class="t0">The harvest of the earth to reap.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And soon the earth will close o&rsquo;er me,</p>
-<p class="t">Yet mourn I not my life&rsquo;s decline,</p>
-<p class="t0">Lord! pardoned&mdash;ransomed&mdash;saved by Thee,</p>
-<p class="t">Living or dying&mdash;I am Thine!</p>
-<p class="t3">Oh! wherefore sigh</p>
-<p class="t3">For those who die</p>
-<p class="t0">In Christ? the forms that mouldering lie</p>
-<p class="t3">Shall burst the sod</p>
-<p class="t3">To meet their God.</p>
-<p class="t0">And mount with seraph wings on high!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_29">29</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig20">
-<img src="images/p022.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="67" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch10">X.
-<br />THE SECOND ADVENT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p022a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="151" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Now in the East Hope&rsquo;s trembling light</p>
-<p class="t">Proclaims a brighter dawning,</p>
-<p class="t0">Though woe endureth for a night,</p>
-<p class="t">Joy cometh in the morning.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">For many weary ages past</p>
-<p class="t">Hath sin&rsquo;s dark night prevailing,</p>
-<p class="t0">A gloom o&rsquo;er all the nations cast,</p>
-<p class="t">Whence rose the sound of wailing.</p>
-<p class="t0">The idol-gods have many a shrine</p>
-<p class="t">Where, bound in chains of error,</p>
-<p class="t0">Myriads shut out from light divine</p>
-<p class="t">Crouch down in shame and terror.</p>
-<p class="t0">But in the East Hope&rsquo;s rosy light</p>
-<p class="t">Proclaims a brighter dawning;</p>
-<p class="t0">Though woe endureth for a night,</p>
-<p class="t">Joy cometh in the morning.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Pleasure has thrown her torches&rsquo; glare</p>
-<p class="t">Upon a world benighted,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_30">30</div>
-<p class="t0">And Science in the murky air</p>
-<p class="t">Her glimmering tapers lighted;</p>
-<p class="t0">Some joys, like fireflies, played and glanced</p>
-<p class="t">To mock our vain pursuing,</p>
-<p class="t0">And Folly&rsquo;s meteors wildly danced</p>
-<p class="t">Above the gulf of ruin!</p>
-<p class="t0">But in the East Hope&rsquo;s purer light</p>
-<p class="t">Proclaims a brighter dawning;</p>
-<p class="t0">Though woe endureth for a night,</p>
-<p class="t">Joy cometh in the morning!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Like Cynthia from her silver car,</p>
-<p class="t">The Church could darkness brighten;</p>
-<p class="t0">Each high example, like a star,</p>
-<p class="t">Shone forth to cheer and lighten.</p>
-<p class="t0">But I shall need nor star nor moon</p>
-<p class="t">In that clear day before me,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Sun of Righteousness shall soon</p>
-<p class="t">Burst forth in cloudless glory!</p>
-<p class="t0">Yes, in the East Hope&rsquo;s kindling light</p>
-<p class="t">Proclaims a brighter dawning;</p>
-<p class="t0">Though woe endureth for a night,</p>
-<p class="t">Joy cometh in the morning!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_31">31</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig21">
-<img src="images/p023.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="98" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch11">XI.
-<br />HOPES THAT ABIDE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p023a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Earth&rsquo;s bright hopes must fade,</p>
-<p class="t">Not those which grace hath given;</p>
-<p class="t0">Joys were fleeting made,</p>
-<p class="t">But not the joys of Heaven!</p>
-<p class="t0">Stars that shine above,</p>
-<p class="t">And flowers that cannot wither,</p>
-<p class="t0">These are types of peace and love</p>
-<p class="t">That shall abide for ever.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Who that seeks the skies</p>
-<p class="t">Would mourn earth&rsquo;s pleasures blighted,</p>
-<p class="t0">Weep o&rsquo;er broken ties</p>
-<p class="t">Soon to be re-united?</p>
-<p class="t0">Blest e&rsquo;en awhile to be</p>
-<p class="t">In darkness and in sorrow,</p>
-<p class="t0">Assured we soon the dawn shall see</p>
-<p class="t">Of an eternal morrow!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_32">32</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig22">
-<img src="images/p024.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="108" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch12">XII.
-<br />SOLDIER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p024a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a sword of glittering sheen,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">All unite to defend the right!</p>
-<p class="t0">Its blade is bright and its edge is keen,</p>
-<p class="t0">But the wound it gives is a wound unseen,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">And who would flinch in the glorious fight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a foe&mdash;a ruthless foe&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Such unite to oppose the right;</p>
-<p class="t0">In secret ambush he croucheth low,</p>
-<p class="t0">And the blow he strikes is a deadly blow,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">But flinch not we in the glorious fight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a banner floating wide,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">All unite to defend the right!</p>
-<p class="t0">The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed,</p>
-<p class="t0">When the best and bravest fought side by side,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Who would not flinch in the glorious fight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_33">33</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a Leader exalted high,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">All unite to defend the right!</p>
-<p class="t0">Through Him His followers hosts defy,</p>
-<p class="t0">Through Him they learn to do and to die,</p>
-<p class="t">And scorn to flinch in the glorious fight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a palm&mdash;a victor&rsquo;s palm,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">All unite to defend the right!</p>
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Twill be given in realms of peace and calm</p>
-<p class="t0">To the steadfast spirit, the stalwart arm,</p>
-<p class="t">That never flinched in the glorious fight.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then shall lips touched with living flame</p>
-<p class="t">In song unite, in the world of light;&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">In our Leader&rsquo;s strength, in our Leader&rsquo;s name,</p>
-<p class="t0">We fought&mdash;we struggled&mdash;we overcame,</p>
-<p class="t">And victors stood in the glorious fight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig23">
-<img src="images/p025.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="195" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_34">34</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig24">
-<img src="images/p026.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="67" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch13">XIII.
-<br />HYMN FOR NIGHT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p026a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="158" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">After labour sweet is rest,</p>
-<p class="t">Gently the wearied eyelids close;</p>
-<p class="t0">As an infant sleeps on his mother&rsquo;s breast,</p>
-<p class="t">The child of God may in peace repose.</p>
-<p class="t0">Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,</p>
-<p class="t0">We are His who gave His life for our sake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">He to whom darkness is as light,</p>
-<p class="t">Tenderly guards his slumbering sheep;</p>
-<p class="t0">The Shepherd watches His flock by night,</p>
-<p class="t">The feeble lambs He will safely keep.</p>
-<p class="t0">Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,</p>
-<p class="t0">We are His who gave His life for our sake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death&rsquo;s night comes,&mdash;it may now be near,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Lord! if our faith be fixed on Thee,</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! how calm will that rest appear,</p>
-<p class="t">Oh! how sweet will the waking be!</p>
-<p class="t0">Whether we sleep, or whether we wake,</p>
-<p class="t0">We are His who gave His life for our sake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_35">35</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig25">
-<img src="images/p027.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="63" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch14">XIV.
-<br />SONG OF JOY.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p027a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="150" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The balmy Spring awakes the flowers</p>
-<p class="t">That long had slept in Winter&rsquo;s night,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her light green robe adorns the bowers,</p>
-<p class="t">And all is beauty, all delight.</p>
-<p class="t0">With joy I view earth&rsquo;s smiling frame,</p>
-<p class="t0">And bless, O Lord, and bless Thy name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thou hast vouchsafed me buoyant health,</p>
-<p class="t">A cheerful, light, and bounding heart;</p>
-<p class="t0">Contentment&mdash;better far than wealth,</p>
-<p class="t">And Hope&mdash;that rests when joys depart.</p>
-<p class="t0">What gratitude such gifts should claim,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">For these, O Lord, I bless thy name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Surrounded from my earliest days</p>
-<p class="t">By those who loved&mdash;who love me still,</p>
-<p class="t0">My grateful heart I humbly raise</p>
-<p class="t">To Him, by whose Almighty will</p>
-<p class="t0">To me earth&rsquo;s sweetest blessings came;</p>
-<p class="t0">I praise and magnify His name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_36">36</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But more than all I thank Thee, Lord,</p>
-<p class="t">For sins through Thy dear blood forgiven,</p>
-<p class="t0">The comforts of Thy precious Word,</p>
-<p class="t">And hopes of endless bliss in Heaven;</p>
-<p class="t0">Bought by Thy suffering and Thy shame,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">For these, O Lord, I bless Thy name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Lord! should it be Thy sovereign will</p>
-<p class="t">To blast my earthly happiness,</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet give me grace to praise Thee still,</p>
-<p class="t">With trembling lips Thy wisdom bless;</p>
-<p class="t0">Crushed or exalted&mdash;still the same,</p>
-<p class="t0">To bless, with fervour bless Thy name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Should all life&rsquo;s pleasures disappear,</p>
-<p class="t">Support me with Thy heavenly love,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">And when my course is ended here,</p>
-<p class="t">Oh, raise my soul to bliss above,</p>
-<p class="t0">With saints to magnify Thy fame,</p>
-<p class="t0">And bless, for ever bless Thy name!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig26">
-<img src="images/p028.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="101" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_37">37</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig27">
-<img src="images/p029.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="93" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch15">XV.
-<br />THE RETROSPECT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p029a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When on Zion&rsquo;s hill we rest</p>
-<p class="t0">In the mansions of the blest,</p>
-<p class="t0">What a strange and fleeting dream</p>
-<p class="t0">All life&rsquo;s hopes and fears will seem?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">What will all our pleasures here&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Titles&mdash;honours&mdash;then appear?</p>
-<p class="t0">Like a bubble on the river,</p>
-<p class="t0">Bright awhile&mdash;then lost for ever!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Things that now employ each thought,</p>
-<p class="t0">Warmly wished for, fondly sought&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">We may smile, and wonder much</p>
-<p class="t0">Heirs of Heaven could stoop to such!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Will the petty wrongs of earth</p>
-<p class="t0">Seem one moment&rsquo;s anger worth;</p>
-<p class="t0">Or a friend&rsquo;s depart&mdash;the sorrow</p>
-<p class="t0">Felt by those so soon to follow?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_38">38</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">All that time bestowed will be</p>
-<p class="t0">Lost in bright eternity;</p>
-<p class="t0">Save the harvest Christian Love</p>
-<p class="t0">Sowed on earth&mdash;to reap above!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig28">
-<img src="images/p030.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="321" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_39">39</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig29">
-<img src="images/p031.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="96" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch16">XVI.
-<br />THE SUPPLICANT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p031a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="151" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">A helpless sinner in Thy sight,</p>
-<p class="t">At mercy&rsquo;s threshold, Lord, I wait;</p>
-<p class="t0">Inscribed in characters of light,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy promise shines upon the gate.</p>
-<p class="t2">&ldquo;Ask&mdash;ye shall receive;</p>
-<p class="t3">Seek&mdash;and ye shall find;</p>
-<p class="t2">Knock&mdash;and enter in, but leave</p>
-<p class="t3">All sins and doubts behind.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I <i>ask</i> Thy boundless grace to share,</p>
-<p class="t">I <i>seek</i> for pardon through Thy blood,</p>
-<p class="t0">I <i>knock</i> by earnest, fervent prayer,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Lord, hear and answer me for good!</p>
-<p class="t2">&ldquo;Ask&mdash;ye shall receive;</p>
-<p class="t3">Seek&mdash;and ye shall find;</p>
-<p class="t2">Knock&mdash;and enter in, but leave</p>
-<p class="t3">All sins and doubts behind.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_40">40</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yes; each mistrustful doubt of Thee,</p>
-<p class="t">Each long-indulged, besetting sin,</p>
-<p class="t0">Repented and renounced must be</p>
-<p class="t">By those who dare to venture in.</p>
-<p class="t2">Then asking&mdash;we receive,</p>
-<p class="t3">And seeking&mdash;we shall find,</p>
-<p class="t2">Till, entering Heaven&rsquo;s gate, we leave</p>
-<p class="t3">Earth, sin, and death behind!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig30">
-<img src="images/p032.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="199" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_41">41</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig31">
-<img src="images/p033.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="99" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch17">XVII.
-<br />WEAVER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p033a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">How swiftly flies man&rsquo;s mortal thread</p>
-<p class="t">Within the mighty loom of Time;</p>
-<p class="t0">What brilliant hues on some are shed,</p>
-<p class="t">While some are stained with woe or crime!</p>
-<p class="t0">But they bright webs are weaving,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who, trusting and believing,</p>
-<p class="t0">Through scenes of sorrow, scenes of joy,</p>
-<p class="t">God&rsquo;s grace are still receiving.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Tis thus the Christian we behold</p>
-<p class="t">In sickness and in want resigned,</p>
-<p class="t0">Because religion&rsquo;s thread of gold</p>
-<p class="t">Is in his gloomy lot entwined.</p>
-<p class="t0">A bright web he is weaving</p>
-<p class="t0">When, trusting and believing,</p>
-<p class="t0">He from a loving Father&rsquo;s hand</p>
-<p class="t">Each trial is receiving.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_42">42</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death soon will break our thread in twain,</p>
-<p class="t">Time&rsquo;s busy loom itself must rest;</p>
-<p class="t0">Nought but a winding-sheet remain</p>
-<p class="t">Of all that mortals here possest.</p>
-<p class="t0">Then every trial leaving,</p>
-<p class="t0">No more o&rsquo;er sorrows grieving,</p>
-<p class="t0">How blest the Christian, from his Lord</p>
-<p class="t">The crown of life receiving!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig32">
-<img src="images/p034.jpg" alt="" width="302" height="300" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_43">43</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig33">
-<img src="images/p035.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="102" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch18">XVIII.
-<br />EMIGRANT&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p035a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore</p>
-<p class="t">Where&rsquo;er Thy providence our steps may send;</p>
-<p class="t0">With drooping hearts we leave our native shore,</p>
-<p class="t">Do Thou be with us always&mdash;to the end!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Protect and guard us on the lonely sea,</p>
-<p class="t">Though angry storms our flutt&rsquo;ring canvas rend,</p>
-<p class="t0">The anchor of our hope is fixed on Thee,</p>
-<p class="t">Do Thou be with us always&mdash;to the end!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Prepare for us a home beyond the wave,</p>
-<p class="t">Where we in honest toil our days may spend,</p>
-<p class="t0">Till gently sinking to a peaceful grave;</p>
-<p class="t">And be Thou with us always&mdash;to the end!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_44">44</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! bless the dear ones whom we leave behind!</p>
-<p class="t">Though severed now from parent&mdash;brother&mdash;friend&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">In Thee the parted yet may union find,</p>
-<p class="t">With them and us be always&mdash;to the end!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Nor time nor space can from Thy love divide;</p>
-<p class="t">For ever near to bless and to defend,</p>
-<p class="t0">Our lives&mdash;our all&mdash;we to Thy care confide,</p>
-<p class="t">Be with us always&mdash;even to the end!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig34">
-<img src="images/p036.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="141" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_45">45</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig35">
-<img src="images/p037.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="94" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch19">XIX.
-<br />FISHERMEN&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p037a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee,</p>
-<p class="t">Whose lives were as toilsome and hard as our own,</p>
-<p class="t0">They launched in the morning their boats in the sea,</p>
-<p class="t">Their nets in the soft heaving waters were thrown.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">A plentiful blessing rewarded their toil,</p>
-<p class="t">Though all the night long they had laboured in vain,</p>
-<p class="t0">Their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil,</p>
-<p class="t">And slowly, deep-laden, they moved o&rsquo;er the main.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Twas the presence of Christ that a miracle wrought,</p>
-<p class="t">The richly filled net was cast forth at His word,</p>
-<p class="t0">And the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought,</p>
-<p class="t">Was the least of the blessings bestowed by the Lord.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_46">46</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Be with us, O Lord! when we launch forth alone,</p>
-<p class="t">Be with us when toiling our bread to obtain,</p>
-<p class="t0">Though Thy presence no more be by miracles known,</p>
-<p class="t">Who labour in faith, will not labour in vain.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But we ask Thee for blessings more precious by far</p>
-<p class="t">Than the depths of the earth or the ocean can yield,</p>
-<p class="t0">Make us feel, like Thy Peter, what sinners we are,</p>
-<p class="t">Make us know that, though sinners, our pardon is sealed.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Make us willing to quit all that keep us from Thee,</p>
-<p class="t">Like the chosen disciples in ages long past,</p>
-<p class="t0">Like them, throughout life, Thy true followers be,</p>
-<p class="t">And anchor in Heaven&rsquo;s safe haven at last!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig36">
-<img src="images/p038.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="171" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig37">
-<img src="images/p039.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="93" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch20">XX.
-<br />TEACHER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p039a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Feed thou My lambs,&rdquo; the Saviour said</p>
-<p class="t">To one whose spirit burned to prove</p>
-<p class="t0">By toils endured, or life-blood shed,</p>
-<p class="t">The strength of his devoted love.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Feed thou My lambs;&rdquo; oh! sacred trust</p>
-<p class="t">E&rsquo;en for a great apostle meet,</p>
-<p class="t0">To raise the feeble from the dust,</p>
-<p class="t">And guide them to the Saviour&rsquo;s feet.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Feed thou My lambs.&rdquo; And ever thus</p>
-<p class="t">His flock the heavenly Shepherd tends;</p>
-<p class="t0">His mild command He breathes to us,</p>
-<p class="t">And to our care His sheep commends.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Feed thou My lambs;&rdquo; despised on earth</p>
-<p class="t">The friendless little one may be,</p>
-<p class="t0">But who can tell the priceless worth</p>
-<p class="t">Of one soul, Lord, redeemed by Thee!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_48">48</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">May we pursue the blest employ</p>
-<p class="t">Endowed with wisdom from above,</p>
-<p class="t0">And count it privilege and joy</p>
-<p class="t">To feed the lambs whom Thou dost love!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig38">
-<img src="images/p040.jpg" alt="" width="295" height="300" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_49">49</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig39">
-<img src="images/p041.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="92" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch21">XXI.
-<br />WORKMAN&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p041a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="154" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Before the morning&rsquo;s toil begin,</p>
-<p class="t">We thank Thee, Giver of all good,</p>
-<p class="t0">For needful health and strength to win,</p>
-<p class="t">By daily labour, daily food.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The seeing eye, the skilful hand,</p>
-<p class="t">The powerful arm, are gifts from Thee;</p>
-<p class="t0">Thou for our comfort all hast planned,</p>
-<p class="t">Used to Thy glory all should be.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When Thou didst come to visit man,</p>
-<p class="t">A lowly lot, O Lord, was Thine;</p>
-<p class="t0">In poverty Thy life began,</p>
-<p class="t">Shall we at poverty repine?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thou who dost all our trials know,</p>
-<p class="t">Thou who didst all our sorrows share,</p>
-<p class="t0">The comforts of Thy grace bestow,</p>
-<p class="t">And make us rich in faith and prayer.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_50">50</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Soon will the hours of toil be past,</p>
-<p class="t">And calm repose at night be given;</p>
-<p class="t0">So life&rsquo;s short day is closing fast,</p>
-<p class="t">And sweet will be the rest of Heaven!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig40">
-<img src="images/p042.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="297" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_51">51</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig41">
-<img src="images/p043.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="90" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch22">XXII.
-<br />SEMPSTRESS&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p043a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="151" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Day after day my weary task I ply,</p>
-<p class="t">And half the night to ceaseless toil is given;</p>
-<p class="t0">When weary is my heart and dim mine eye,</p>
-<p class="t">I seem to hear the Saviour&rsquo;s voice from Heaven:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Come unto Me, all ye by toil opprest,</p>
-<p class="t0">Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When all my labour scarce can bread procure,</p>
-<p class="t">And weak with want my feeble fingers move;</p>
-<p class="t0">When dear ones round me hunger&rsquo;s pangs endure,</p>
-<p class="t">My drooping spirit hears that voice of love:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Come unto Me, all ye by grief opprest,</p>
-<p class="t0">Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">O Lord, how shall I come? my sinful heart</p>
-<p class="t">Is prone to murmur, and Thy truth forget;</p>
-<p class="t0">Dare I approach Thee, holy as Thou art?</p>
-<p class="t">Methinks I hear that gentle whisper yet:</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_52">52</div>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Come unto Me, all ye by sin opprest,</p>
-<p class="t0">Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh, let me patiently await the day</p>
-<p class="t">When Christ my Lord in glory shall appear,</p>
-<p class="t0">When tears shall be for ever wiped away,</p>
-<p class="t">And those who trust Him now His voice shall hear:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Come, faithful servants, of My Father blessed,</p>
-<p class="t0">And I will give you everlasting rest.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig42">
-<img src="images/p044.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="142" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_53">53</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig43">
-<img src="images/p045.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="105" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch23">XXIII.
-<br />RAGGED BOY&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p045a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Far better grasp the red-hot steel, than touch another&rsquo;s gold;</p>
-<p class="t0">The love of money, God hath said, of evil is the root,</p>
-<p class="t0">And if dishonesty thence spring, destruction is the fruit.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I would not take what is not mine, though none were near to see,</p>
-<p class="t0">Conscience would my accuser stand, and God my judge would be;</p>
-<p class="t0">The covetous desire, the wicked thought I would control,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">What shall it profit man to gain the world, and lose his soul?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_54">54</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I would not take another&rsquo;s goods,&mdash;the loser might repine,</p>
-<p class="t0">His loss might heavy seem to him, but small compared to <i>mine</i>;</p>
-<p class="t0">For oh! more precious far than all the wealth to nobles given,</p>
-<p class="t0">An honest name, a quiet conscience, and the hope of Heaven!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I would not take what is not mine, but treasure seek above,</p>
-<p class="t0">Gained without money, without price, from our Redeemer&rsquo;s love;</p>
-<p class="t0">Time cannot change it, moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal,</p>
-<p class="t0">And all eternity will but its boundless worth reveal!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig44">
-<img src="images/p046.jpg" alt="" width="274" height="219" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_55">55</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig45">
-<img src="images/p047.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="88" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch24">XXIV.
-<br />RAGGED GIRL&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p047a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Sabbath sun has risen high,</p>
-<p class="t">And sweetly sounds the Sabbath bell,</p>
-<p class="t0">My basket now untouched must lie,</p>
-<p class="t">This day I neither buy nor sell.</p>
-<p class="t0">The Sabbath rest I will not break,</p>
-<p class="t0">But God&rsquo;s commands my study make,</p>
-<p class="t3">And trust the word</p>
-<p class="t3">Of my dear Lord,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;I will not leave thee, nor forsake.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But I am poor, with none to aid,</p>
-<p class="t">And Satan sore is tempting me,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;If thou give up the Sabbath trade,</p>
-<p class="t">The Sabbath meal is not for thee.&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">My God, oh, let me never break</p>
-<p class="t0">The least command that Thou didst make,</p>
-<p class="t3">But trust the word</p>
-<p class="t3">Of my dear Lord,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;I will not leave thee, nor forsake.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_56">56</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When Christ was faint with hunger&rsquo;s pain,</p>
-<p class="t">The Tempter urged God&rsquo;s blessed Son</p>
-<p class="t0">In way unmeet relief to gain;</p>
-<p class="t">But steadfast stood the Holy One,</p>
-<p class="t0">His perfect faith no doubt could shake,</p>
-<p class="t0">The least command He would not break,</p>
-<p class="t3">He knew the love</p>
-<p class="t3">Of God above,</p>
-<p class="t0">Would never leave Him, nor forsake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Now, high in heaven, He hears and grants</p>
-<p class="t">The prayers of those in faith who pray;</p>
-<p class="t0">My earthly cares, my earthly wants,</p>
-<p class="t">O Saviour, at Thy feet I lay:</p>
-<p class="t0">Supply Thy servant&rsquo;s need, and make</p>
-<p class="t0">Her soul of heavenly food partake,</p>
-<p class="t3">For still, O Lord,</p>
-<p class="t3">I trust Thy word,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll never leave thee, nor forsake.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig46">
-<img src="images/p048.jpg" alt="" width="250" height="167" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_57">57</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig47">
-<img src="images/p049.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="87" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch25">XXV.
-<br />POLICEMAN&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p049a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="147" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o&rsquo;er me,</p>
-<p class="t">The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone,</p>
-<p class="t0">I think of the far-distant mansions of glory,</p>
-<p class="t">Where angels keep watch round the Holy One&rsquo;s throne.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting,</p>
-<p class="t">I think how each brings the day near and more near,</p>
-<p class="t0">When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting,</p>
-<p class="t">The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">On the right hand will stand Christ&rsquo;s redeemed ones, possessing</p>
-<p class="t">Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_58">58</div>
-<p class="t0">On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing;</p>
-<p class="t">O God, in which number shall <i>I</i> then be found?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Am I resting my hopes on His infinite merit,</p>
-<p class="t">Who suffered our pardon and peace to procure;</p>
-<p class="t0">Am I seeking the aid of His life-giving Spirit</p>
-<p class="t">To make my heart penitent, humble, and pure?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! for those who believe there is &ldquo;no condemnation,&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">The Judge shall Himself be their Saviour and Friend,</p>
-<p class="t0">His voice shall award them eternal salvation,</p>
-<p class="t">And bliss, in His presence, which never shall end.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig48">
-<img src="images/p050.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="185" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_59">59</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig49">
-<img src="images/p051.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="84" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch26">XXVI.
-<br />PAUPER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p051a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="147" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Far from the friends to me most dear,</p>
-<p class="t">Within the crowded ward I lie,</p>
-<p class="t0">Destined, perhaps, mid strangers here</p>
-<p class="t">To suffer and to die.</p>
-<p class="t0">Time may all other joys remove</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet leaves he still Faith, Hope, and Love.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0"><i>Faith</i> to the cross my spirit leads,</p>
-<p class="t">And tells of One now glorified,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who at the Father&rsquo;s right hand pleads</p>
-<p class="t">For those for whom He died.</p>
-<p class="t0">What trials can too bitter prove</p>
-<p class="t0">While yet there rest Faith, Hope, and Love?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0"><i>Hope</i> whispers of that happy place</p>
-<p class="t">Where I my Saviour shall behold,</p>
-<p class="t0">And sing the wonders of His grace</p>
-<p class="t">To harp of shining gold.</p>
-<p class="t0">What sorrows can our patience move</p>
-<p class="t0">While still remain Faith, Hope, and Love?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_60">60</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0"><i>Love</i> draws my heart towards my kind,</p>
-<p class="t">Makes me in each a brother (or sister) see,</p>
-<p class="t0">To cheer the sad, to help the blind,</p>
-<p class="t">Are joys still left to me.</p>
-<p class="t0">Bless my companions, heavenly Dove,</p>
-<p class="t0">Fill them with Faith, and Hope, and Love.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is no pain or sorrow here,</p>
-<p class="t">For those who will God&rsquo;s lesson learn,</p>
-<p class="t0">But <i>Faith</i> may brighten, <i>Hope</i> may cheer,</p>
-<p class="t">And <i>Love</i> to blessing turn;</p>
-<p class="t0">Then Peace descending from above</p>
-<p class="t0">Unites with Faith, and Hope, and Love.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig50">
-<img src="images/p052.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="162" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig51">
-<img src="images/p053.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="88" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch27">XXVII.
-<br />POSTMAN&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p053a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="150" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">In daily rounds my constant course I keep,</p>
-<p class="t">Expected oft, but never asked to stay,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor know I who may laugh, or who may weep</p>
-<p class="t">When gazing at the tidings I convey.</p>
-<p class="t0">So is there one who comes to rich and poor,</p>
-<p class="t">Expected long, unwelcome though he be;</p>
-<p class="t0">When death&rsquo;s loud knock is sounding at my door,</p>
-<p class="t">What are the tidings he will bring to me?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The haughty man to great possessions heir,</p>
-<p class="t">The selfish man, whose treasure is below,</p>
-<p class="t0">The selfish man all full of worldly care&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">To them his message is of fear and woe.</p>
-<p class="t0">Bold Sabbath-breakers, scoffers at God&rsquo;s word,</p>
-<p class="t">Who rush on paths which conscience must condemn,</p>
-<p class="t0">When death&rsquo;s loud knock is at their dwellings heard,</p>
-<p class="t">Oh! fearful tidings must he bring to them.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_62">62</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The contrite, mourning o&rsquo;er repented sin,</p>
-<p class="t">The meek in heart, whose treasure is above,</p>
-<p class="t0">The faithful, who a heavenly crown would win&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">To such his message is of peace and love.</p>
-<p class="t0">He comes to tell them that their griefs are o&rsquo;er,</p>
-<p class="t">That Christ from sin and sorrow sets them free;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! when death&rsquo;s knock is sounding at my door,</p>
-<p class="t">Such blessed tidings may he bring to me!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig52">
-<img src="images/p054.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="150" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_63">63</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig53">
-<img src="images/p055.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="110" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch28">XXVIII.
-<br />SERVANT&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p055a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">To whom do I obedience owe,</p>
-<p class="t">Who should my willing service claim?</p>
-<p class="t0">One master dwelling here below,</p>
-<p class="t">And One above the starry frame.</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! may the thought of Him above,</p>
-<p class="t">Each Christian servant&rsquo;s zeal awake,</p>
-<p class="t0">To serve with faithfulness and love&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">For Christ, our heavenly Master&rsquo;s sake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The earnest follower of the Lord,</p>
-<p class="t">Must by the badge of truth be known,</p>
-<p class="t0">Integrity that shrinks from fraud,</p>
-<p class="t">And needs no eye&mdash;save God&rsquo;s alone</p>
-<p class="t0">The cheerful heart, the ready mind</p>
-<p class="t">That can in labour pleasure take,</p>
-<p class="t0">To every kindly act inclined,</p>
-<p class="t">For Christ, our heavenly Master&rsquo;s sake.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_64">64</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Though our best service is, we own,</p>
-<p class="t">To God &ldquo;unprofitable&rdquo; still,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Lord, to whom the heart is known,</p>
-<p class="t">Rewards the attempt to do His will.</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! through His mercy may we rise,</p>
-<p class="t">When the last trump our sleep shall break,</p>
-<p class="t0">And find a welcome in the skies,</p>
-<p class="t">For Christ, our heavenly Master&rsquo;s sake!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig54">
-<img src="images/p056.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="260" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_65">65</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig55">
-<img src="images/p057.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="98" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch29">XXIX.
-<br />MINER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p057a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="146" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When verdant fields are seen no more,</p>
-<p class="t">Where Heaven&rsquo;s beams can never shine,</p>
-<p class="t0">Earth&rsquo;s hidden treasures to explore</p>
-<p class="t">We labour in the gloomy mine.</p>
-<p class="t0">But bright the torches&rsquo; yellow rays</p>
-<p class="t">That light us on our darksome way,</p>
-<p class="t0">And sweet the voice of Hope that says,</p>
-<p class="t">&ldquo;We soon shall see the light of day.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And thus awhile must all mankind</p>
-<p class="t">Toil on and labour here below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Poor sinful mortals, weak and blind,</p>
-<p class="t">And subject all to pain and woe.</p>
-<p class="t0">But brightly shines God&rsquo;s holy Word</p>
-<p class="t">Which lights us on our darksome way,</p>
-<p class="t0">And sweet the hope its leaves afford,</p>
-<p class="t">&ldquo;We soon shall see a heavenly day.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_66">66</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Lord of Angels deigned to come</p>
-<p class="t">To bear our punishment and pain,</p>
-<p class="t0">He made our dark abode His home,</p>
-<p class="t">That we might rise, that we might reign.</p>
-<p class="t0">And those who in His Word delight,</p>
-<p class="t">Who trust His love, His will obey,</p>
-<p class="t0">Shall shine in robes of spotless white</p>
-<p class="t">In Heaven&rsquo;s everlasting day!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig56">
-<img src="images/p058.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="173" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_67">67</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig57">
-<img src="images/p059.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="64" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch30">XXX.
-<br />GARDENER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p059a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Ere our first parents fell, the ground</p>
-<p class="t0">All beauty and abundance crowned;</p>
-<p class="t0">But now the soil our labour needs,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The <i>earth</i> produces thorns and weeds.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And trials on our pathway grow,</p>
-<p class="t0">The prickly care, the stinging woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">How oft the wounded spirit bleeds,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Our <i>life</i> produces thorns and weeds.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But&mdash;worse than all&mdash;we find within,</p>
-<p class="t0">The poisoned roots of pride and sin,</p>
-<p class="t0">From them our misery proceeds,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The <i>heart</i> produces thorns and weeds.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But, Lord, Thou bidst Thy sunbeams glow,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thy gentle raindrops fall below;</p>
-<p class="t0">When industry has dressed the bowers,</p>
-<p class="t0">The <i>earth</i> produces fruits and flowers.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_68">68</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">So when Thy love its radiance lends,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thy Spirit like the dew descends,</p>
-<p class="t0">When Faith, and Hope, and Peace are ours,</p>
-<p class="t0">Our <i>life</i> produces fruits and flowers.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! lead us to that blissful shore,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where thorns and weeds are known no more,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where Death can never reach the bowers,</p>
-<p class="t0">To blast the fruit or blight the flowers!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig58">
-<img src="images/p060.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="199" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_69">69</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig59">
-<img src="images/p061.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="108" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch31">XXXI.
-<br />LABOURER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p061a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="151" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring,</p>
-<p class="t">When first the daisy decks the mead,</p>
-<p class="t0">And in the furrowed ground we fling,</p>
-<p class="t">With hope and prayer, the golden seed.</p>
-<p class="t0">Let children in life&rsquo;s spring-time days</p>
-<p class="t0">Lift up their hearts in prayer and praise!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I bless Thee in the summer heat,</p>
-<p class="t">When cattle seek the cooling streams,</p>
-<p class="t0">And o&rsquo;er green fields of waving wheat</p>
-<p class="t">The sun pours down his ripening beams.</p>
-<p class="t0">Let man in life&rsquo;s bright summer days</p>
-<p class="t0">Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I bless Thee in the autumn morn,</p>
-<p class="t">When varied tints are on the leaves,</p>
-<p class="t0">When gaily sounds the hunter&rsquo;s horn,</p>
-<p class="t">Where reapers bind the golden sheaves.</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_70">70</div>
-<p class="t0">Let man in life&rsquo;s declining days</p>
-<p class="t0">Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I&rsquo;ll bless my God in winter&rsquo;s gloom,</p>
-<p class="t">When Nature sleeps beneath the snow;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! grant that when, beneath the tomb,</p>
-<p class="t">My body lies in slumber low,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thou wilt my soul to Heaven raise,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where all is joy and all is praise!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig60">
-<img src="images/p062.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="164" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_71">71</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig61">
-<img src="images/p063.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="67" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch32">XXXII.
-<br />WIFE&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p063a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="151" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil</p>
-<p class="t">The duties of a wedded wife,</p>
-<p class="t0">Obedient to my husband&rsquo;s will,</p>
-<p class="t">The joy and sunshine of his life.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Upon my brow no angry cloud,</p>
-<p class="t">Upon my lips no hasty word,</p>
-<p class="t0">Not one rebellious thought allowed,</p>
-<p class="t">His wishes to my own preferred.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Help me to make my husband&rsquo;s home</p>
-<p class="t">The calm abode of peace and love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where strife and discord ne&rsquo;er may come,</p>
-<p class="t">A type of that we seek above.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">To walk together in Thy sight,</p>
-<p class="t">To share each other&rsquo;s joys and woes,</p>
-<p class="t0">Together pray at dawn of light,</p>
-<p class="t">Together praise at evening&rsquo;s close;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_72">72</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Each ready, when temptation lowers,</p>
-<p class="t">With gentle counsel, kindly aid;</p>
-<p class="t0">Lord Jesus! let such lot be ours,</p>
-<p class="t">Oh, bless the tie which Thou hast made!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">United &ldquo;until death us part,&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">Not death the Christian bond can sever;</p>
-<p class="t0">Who love Thee here with faithful heart,</p>
-<p class="t">With Thee shall live, and love for ever!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig62">
-<img src="images/p064.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="167" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_73">73</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig63">
-<img src="images/p065.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="120" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch33">XXXIII.
-<br />HYMN OF INDUSTRY.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p065a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="150" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Not alone in God&rsquo;s house, or in seasons of prayer,</p>
-<p class="t">Must the power of a Christian&rsquo;s religion be shown,</p>
-<p class="t0">At his home, at his counter, and everywhere</p>
-<p class="t">Must the strength of his faith by his actions be known;</p>
-<p class="t0">For the clear path of duty is marked in God&rsquo;s Word,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Not slothful in business! God wills that we toil,</p>
-<p class="t">From the claims of our calling permits no retreat,</p>
-<p class="t0">Though indolence may from the sentence recoil,</p>
-<p class="t">&ldquo;If the hand will not labour, the mouth should not eat;&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Faith to industry must but new motive afford,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_74">74</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yes, <i>serving the Lord</i>; &rsquo;mid our toils and our cares</p>
-<p class="t">May we never forget the great Master we serve,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who the mansions of light for His people prepares;</p>
-<p class="t">For though man from his Maker can nothing <i>deserve</i>,</p>
-<p class="t0">God hath graciously promised Himself to reward</p>
-<p class="t0">Their labours of love who are &ldquo;serving the Lord.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">To the hand ever prompt in the business of life,</p>
-<p class="t">But which never would close over fraudulent gain,</p>
-<p class="t0">To the heart firm and strong in the world&rsquo;s busy strife,</p>
-<p class="t">Which can holy, and humble, and faithful remain,</p>
-<p class="t0">God in life and in death will His blessing accord,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Be not slothful in business, but serving the Lord.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig64">
-<img src="images/p066.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="162" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_75">75</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig65">
-<img src="images/p067.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="85" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch34">XXXIV.
-<br />SOCIAL HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p067a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">How beautiful is Nature&rsquo;s face!</p>
-<p class="t">God made all things so fair,</p>
-<p class="t0">Each keeps its own allotted place,</p>
-<p class="t">Nor hate, nor strife are there.</p>
-<p class="t2">The hill and the plain,</p>
-<p class="t3">The grass and forest tree,</p>
-<p class="t2">The mighty waters of the main,</p>
-<p class="t3">The lily on the lea,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The sunny sky is over all,</p>
-<p class="t">And all is harmony.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">So in the social world we stand</p>
-<p class="t">In God&rsquo;s appointed way,</p>
-<p class="t0">And some He destines to command,</p>
-<p class="t">And others to obey.</p>
-<p class="t2">The rich and the poor,</p>
-<p class="t3">The lowly and the great,</p>
-<p class="t2">The peasant at his cottage door,</p>
-<p class="t3">The Sovereign in her state,&mdash;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_76">76</div>
-<p class="t0">One holy tie uniteth all</p>
-<p class="t">Who on one Master wait.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">How glorious is the mountain height,</p>
-<p class="t">Whence kindly streamlets flow</p>
-<p class="t0">To bless the peaceful valleys, bright</p>
-<p class="t">With bending corn below!</p>
-<p class="t2">The fair mountain-crown</p>
-<p class="t3">Shall envy assail,</p>
-<p class="t2">Or pride trample down</p>
-<p class="t3">The harvest of the vale?&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The unity in Nature&rsquo;s world</p>
-<p class="t">In Man&rsquo;s world should prevail.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! let not Satan overthrow</p>
-<p class="t">The order God designed;</p>
-<p class="t0">The seeds of bitter envy sow,</p>
-<p class="t">And pride, among mankind.</p>
-<p class="t2">Let rich love the poor,</p>
-<p class="t3">The humble bless the great,</p>
-<p class="t2">The servant guard the master&rsquo;s store,</p>
-<p class="t3">The monarch serve the state,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Each&mdash;in his separate sphere&mdash;to God</p>
-<p class="t">His talents consecrate.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_77">77</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig66">
-<img src="images/p068.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="86" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch35">XXXV.
-<br />NATIONAL HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p068a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">O God of Hosts, our fathers&rsquo; God,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy blessing on our country shed,</p>
-<p class="t0">Watch o&rsquo;er the land our sires have trod,</p>
-<p class="t">Watch o&rsquo;er the land our sons will tread.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">We pray for our Jerusalem,</p>
-<p class="t">Keep discord from her homes afar,</p>
-<p class="t0">Let thy strong arm deliver them</p>
-<p class="t">From famine, pestilence, and war.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Though Britain spurns th&rsquo; invader&rsquo;s sword</p>
-<p class="t">As her white cliffs repulse the tide,</p>
-<p class="t0">We would our grateful hearts, O Lord!</p>
-<p class="t">Lift up in praise, and not in pride.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The race is not unto the swift,</p>
-<p class="t">Nor is the battle to the strong;</p>
-<p class="t0">Success and safety are Thy gift,</p>
-<p class="t">The glory must to Thee belong.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_78">78</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Let our dear land in safety rest,</p>
-<p class="t">Her people happy, loyal, free,</p>
-<p class="t0">Blest amongst nations&mdash;still most blest</p>
-<p class="t">In that pure faith which leads to Thee!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig67">
-<img src="images/p069.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="255" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_79">79</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig68">
-<img src="images/p070.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="106" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch36">XXXVI.
-<br />SOLDIER&rsquo;S HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p070a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Holy warfare, Lord, is mine</p>
-<p class="t">Against a foe I cannot see,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! aid me with Thy grace divine,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy faithful soldier let me be.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thy armour&mdash;faith and righteousness,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy holy Word within my hand,</p>
-<p class="t0">When fierce temptations round me press</p>
-<p class="t">Let me thy faithful soldier stand.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Should false shame lure me to deny</p>
-<p class="t">The truth, or waver in the right,</p>
-<p class="t0">Let me the insidious foe defy,</p>
-<p class="t">And as Thy faithful soldier fight.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And oh! when death&rsquo;s keen shafts descend,</p>
-<p class="t">And failing pulse, and glazing eye,</p>
-<p class="t0">Warn that the conflict soon must end,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy faithful soldier let me die!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_80">80</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Washed in Thy blood, let me appear</p>
-<p class="t">Where crowns are to the conquerors given,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Through Christ alone we triumph here,</p>
-<p class="t">Or wear the victor&rsquo;s wreath in Heaven!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig69">
-<img src="images/p071.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="296" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_81">81</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig70">
-<img src="images/p072.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="125" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch37">XXXVII.
-<br />THE WISE MEN FROM THE EAST.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p072a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion&mdash;where thy King?</p>
-<p class="t0">The treasures of our distant land to Him we tribute bring;</p>
-<p class="t0">Lo! in the East we saw His star, the day-spring from on high,</p>
-<p class="t0">And we have come to worship Him enthroned in majesty!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thus spake the Eastern sages, thus the pious Gentiles spake,</p>
-<p class="t0">But Judah would not know her Lord, His people would not wake;</p>
-<p class="t0">The earth&rsquo;s Creator was on earth, unnoticed or forgot,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Saviour came unto His own, His own received Him not.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_82">82</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Gentile world that lay in darkness, they have seen the light,</p>
-<p class="t0">Wherefore doth Zion turn away on whom it rose so bright!</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! thou that bearest joyful tidings, why so mute art thou?</p>
-<p class="t0">Lift up thy voice, Jerusalem, behold thy Saviour now!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! joy to those who seek Messiah while He may be found;</p>
-<p class="t0">Again the heavenly harbinger sheds its soft lustre round,</p>
-<p class="t0">Not on proud tower or stately palace streams the radiance mild,</p>
-<p class="t0">But where the carpenter&rsquo;s meek wife bends o&rsquo;er her blessed Child.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Hail, Mary, highly-favoured, hail! God&rsquo;s power o&rsquo;ershadoweth thee,</p>
-<p class="t0">Blessed amongst all women thou in thy humility!</p>
-<p class="t0">Yea, rather blessed they who seek Christ&rsquo;s precepts to fulfil,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">His mother, brethren, sisters, they who know and do His will.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_83">83</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The sages to the infant Saviour bring their offerings meet,</p>
-<p class="t0">Rich odours fill the perfumed air, gold glitters at His feet;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! happy thus His poverty&rsquo;s sharp trial to defer,</p>
-<p class="t0">To minister to Him who came to all to minister!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">May we not deem when He in glory comes, th&rsquo; eternal Lord</p>
-<p class="t0">Will all those offerings of faith remember and reward,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">That richer than the wealth of worlds that hallowed gold will be,</p>
-<p class="t0">Those sacred odours fragrance breathe through all eternity?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But now the Saviour sits enthroned above the Seraphim;</p>
-<p class="t0">When all creation owns his sway, and angels worship Him,</p>
-<p class="t0">Can <i>our</i> poor gifts acceptance find before His glorious throne?</p>
-<p class="t0">The earth is His and all therein, not e&rsquo;en our lives our own.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_84">84</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Lo! here the &ldquo;Man of sorrows&rdquo; representatives hath left,</p>
-<p class="t0">The sick, the prisoners, the poor, of all but hope bereft;</p>
-<p class="t0">Aid to &ldquo;the least of these His brethren&rdquo; to the Lord is given,</p>
-<p class="t0">Off&rsquo;rings of love to those He loves, He will accept in Heaven.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But still the noblest gift that man can lay before God&rsquo;s throne</p>
-<p class="t0">Is the rich tribute of a heart that trusts in Him alone;</p>
-<p class="t0">The poorest&mdash;least&mdash;this gift may bring, but oh! it will outweigh</p>
-<p class="t0">The treasures of the universe upon the judgment-day!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig71">
-<img src="images/p073.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="137" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_85">85</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig72">
-<img src="images/p074.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="107" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch38">XXXVIII.
-<br />SONG OF HOPE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p074a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="152" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">How highly blest were those who saw</p>
-<p class="t">On earth their gracious Lord,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who dared approach His sacred form,</p>
-<p class="t">Who listened to His word,</p>
-<p class="t0">Whose faith the Son of God approved,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Whom the Redeemer saw, and loved!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Disciples hearkening to the voice</p>
-<p class="t">Which reached the inmost soul,</p>
-<p class="t0">That voice which could awake the dead,</p>
-<p class="t">The winds and waves control;</p>
-<p class="t0">Who heard&mdash;oh! more than happiness&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Those accents pardon, praise, or bless!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Who gazed on that soul-searching eye,</p>
-<p class="t">Which every thought foresaw,</p>
-<p class="t0">From whose calm power the hypocrite</p>
-<p class="t">Shrank with instinctive awe,&mdash;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_86">86</div>
-<p class="t0">Yet saw on <i>them</i> its glances fixed</p>
-<p class="t0">With tender mercy&mdash;love unmixed!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And may not such ecstatic bliss</p>
-<p class="t">Be granted e&rsquo;en to me?</p>
-<p class="t0">Though death destroy this mortal flesh,</p>
-<p class="t">These eyes my God shall see,</p>
-<p class="t0">When coming in the clouds of light</p>
-<p class="t0">His glory bursts upon my sight!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">To hear the Saviour&rsquo;s voice of love</p>
-<p class="t">Pronounce the gracious word,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Come, blessed of My Father, come,</p>
-<p class="t">Enter the kingdom of your Lord;&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">To meet the smile in eyes divine&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! can such rapture e&rsquo;er be mine!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">It may, it may, it is prepared</p>
-<p class="t">For all who love Him here,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who humbly search His written word,</p>
-<p class="t">And serve with faith and fear;</p>
-<p class="t0">They all shall see Messiah&rsquo;s face</p>
-<p class="t0">Radiant with glory, love, and grace!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_87">87</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The hand that guides their course on earth</p>
-<p class="t">Shall wipe all tears away,</p>
-<p class="t0">The light which cheers their thorny path</p>
-<p class="t">Shall flash to perfect day;</p>
-<p class="t0">Where Jesus reigns His saints shall be,</p>
-<p class="t0">With Him through all eternity!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig73">
-<img src="images/p075.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="295" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_88">88</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig74">
-<img src="images/p076.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="108" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch39">XXXIX.
-<br />THE FEARFUL HEART.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p076a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="150" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t">&ldquo;Lord, carest Thou not that we perish!&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Cried his followers in agonized fear,</p>
-<p class="t2">When the black stormy sky,</p>
-<p class="t2">And the waves dashing high,</p>
-<p class="t0">Made death with its terrors seem near.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t">The Saviour awoke from His slumber&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">He spake, and rebuked the rude main;</p>
-<p class="t2">Though the wild cry for aid</p>
-<p class="t2">Feeble faith had betrayed,</p>
-<p class="t0">E&rsquo;en that cry was not uttered in vain.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t">&ldquo;Lord, careth Thou not that we perish!&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">This oft is the cry of despair,</p>
-<p class="t2">When affliction&rsquo;s waves roll,</p>
-<p class="t2">And the agonized soul</p>
-<p class="t0">Scarce can breathe forth her anguish in prayer.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_89">89</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t">Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,</p>
-<p class="t0">His eye cannot slumber or sleep,</p>
-<p class="t2">The bark which he guides</p>
-<p class="t2">Where His Presence abides</p>
-<p class="t0">Can never be wrecked on the deep.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t">Oh! how soon would our inward griefs vanish,</p>
-<p class="t0">Our souls fear no perils without,</p>
-<p class="t2">Could we hear His mild love</p>
-<p class="t2">Thus our terrors reprove,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Ye of little faith, why did ye doubt?&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig75">
-<img src="images/p077.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="198" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_90">90</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig76">
-<img src="images/p078.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="68" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch40">XL.
-<br />CONVICTION OF SIN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p078a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When Peter by the miracle</p>
-<p class="t">Knew his celestial guest,</p>
-<p class="t0">At the Redeemer&rsquo;s feet he fell</p>
-<p class="t">By sense of guilt opprest;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Depart!&rdquo; he cried, subdued and awed,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;I am a sinful man, O Lord!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">So must the wisest, holiest, best,</p>
-<p class="t">Their past transgressions own,</p>
-<p class="t0">And on the Saviour&rsquo;s mercy rest</p>
-<p class="t">Their hopes of heaven alone;</p>
-<p class="t0">To all applies the suppliant word,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Have mercy on a sinner, Lord!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Can vain thoughts, covetous desires,</p>
-<p class="t">And proud presumptuous hearts,</p>
-<p class="t0">Endure the pure eye that requires</p>
-<p class="t">Truth in the inward parts?</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_91">91</div>
-<p class="t0">Self-righteousness, deluding sin,</p>
-<p class="t0">Would shrink if light but streamed within.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Nor deem we good deeds can atone</p>
-<p class="t">For one&mdash;the smallest&mdash;sin;</p>
-<p class="t0">That virtues, in the balance thrown,</p>
-<p class="t">May God&rsquo;s acceptance win,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">On tainted works man dare not rest,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Unprofitable&rdquo; at the best.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Ne&rsquo;er be the impious hope allowed;</p>
-<p class="t">No more let mortals aim</p>
-<p class="t0">From God, or from themselves, to shroud</p>
-<p class="t">Their helplessness and shame,</p>
-<p class="t0">But at Thy feet, Lord Jesus, fall,</p>
-<p class="t0">Like Peter, and confess it all!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The spotted leprosy of guilt</p>
-<p class="t">Within we must have seen,</p>
-<p class="t0">Ere we in faith cry, &ldquo;If Thou wilt,</p>
-<p class="t">Lord! Thou canst make me clean!&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! let us first our frailty see</p>
-<p class="t0">Then find our cure, our all in Thee!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_92">92</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig77">
-<img src="images/p079.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="119" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch41">XLI.
-<br />THE SACRED GUEST.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p079a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="144" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When from the branches&rsquo; leafy screen</p>
-<p class="t">Zaccheus on his Master gazed,</p>
-<p class="t0">What must his glad surprise have been</p>
-<p class="t">When the Lord&rsquo;s eye to him was raised!</p>
-<p class="t0">Christ singled out that one frail man</p>
-<p class="t">From all the throng that round Him pressed,</p>
-<p class="t0">And to the slighted publican</p>
-<p class="t">These gracious words the Lord addressed.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Make haste, descend, this day will I</p>
-<p class="t">With thee abide.&rdquo; Zaccheus heard,</p>
-<p class="t0">Received his Master joyfully,</p>
-<p class="t">And reaped the blessing of that word:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;This day salvation to this home</p>
-<p class="t">Is come,&rdquo; thus Christ the blessing gave;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;For lo! the Son of man is come</p>
-<p class="t">That which was lost to seek and save!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_93">93</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Mortal, on earth though low-esteemed,</p>
-<p class="t">Thou, like the publican, mayst be;</p>
-<p class="t0">The eye that on Zaccheus beamed</p>
-<p class="t">May now be, <i>is</i> now fixed on thee.</p>
-<p class="t0">From Him retirement is no screen,</p>
-<p class="t">Thy insignificance no shroud;</p>
-<p class="t0">And still all cold as thou hast been</p>
-<p class="t">To thee the Saviour speaks aloud.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Lo! at the door I stand and knock,</p>
-<p class="t">If any open unto Me,</p>
-<p class="t0">The portals of his heart unlock,</p>
-<p class="t">I, even I, his Guest will be.&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! can that sacred Guest in vain</p>
-<p class="t">Crave entrance to a sinner&rsquo;s heart;</p>
-<p class="t0">Can pride itself unmoved remain,</p>
-<p class="t">Or madness pray Him to depart?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">No; sure with grateful joy alone</p>
-<p class="t">Thou wilt thy Lord and Saviour meet,</p>
-<p class="t0">Within thy heart prepare His throne,</p>
-<p class="t">And pour thy treasures at His feet!</p>
-<p class="t0">For think not Christ thy Guest can be</p>
-<p class="t">Unless thy works His presence prove,</p>
-<p class="t0">As in Zaccheus, God in thee</p>
-<p class="t">See acts of justice, deeds of love.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_94">94</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Pure is the heart if God be there,</p>
-<p class="t">That shrine no second lord receives;</p>
-<p class="t0">Christ suffers not His &ldquo;house of prayer&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">To be the shameful &ldquo;den of thieves.&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Far from the temple that He loves</p>
-<p class="t">He drives base passions, selfish care,</p>
-<p class="t0">With His own blood each stain removes,</p>
-<p class="t">Then comes and dwells for ever there!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig78">
-<img src="images/p080.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="207" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_95">95</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig79">
-<img src="images/p081.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="107" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch42">XLII.
-<br />THE MOURNER.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p081a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Forth from the city gate of Nain</p>
-<p class="t">Slow wends the funeral array,</p>
-<p class="t0">And friends by love or pity led</p>
-<p class="t">Swell the procession on its way.</p>
-<p class="t0">There from one closely shrouded form</p>
-<p class="t">The deep low sobs convulsive burst&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The widow mourns her only son,</p>
-<p class="t">And grief for her has done its worst.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Saviour meets the sorrowing one,</p>
-<p class="t">And they that bear the bier stand still,</p>
-<p class="t0">The voice of grief is hushed in awe,</p>
-<p class="t">And all in silence wait His will.</p>
-<p class="t0">The &ldquo;Man of Sorrows&rdquo; sees her woe,</p>
-<p class="t">He who knew grief, for grief can feel;</p>
-<p class="t0">Weep not, thou mourner, Christ is near,</p>
-<p class="t">As Man to pity, God to heal.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_96">96</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">He speaks the word, and death obeys:</p>
-<p class="t">Is it the breeze that stirs the shroud?</p>
-<p class="t0">The stiffened limbs relax, they move</p>
-<p class="t">With new and wondrous life endowed.</p>
-<p class="t0">Life dawns upon the ashen cheek,</p>
-<p class="t">Through each cold vein life&rsquo;s currents run,</p>
-<p class="t0">The dead man rises from his bier&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">The widow clasps her living son!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! ye bereaved ones, whose sad tears</p>
-<p class="t">Some loved and lifeless form bedew,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Eye that saw and pitied her</p>
-<p class="t">Looks in compassion down on you;</p>
-<p class="t0">Although no miracle at once</p>
-<p class="t">Your loved one to your arms restore,</p>
-<p class="t0">That voice which waked the widow&rsquo;s son</p>
-<p class="t">Shall bid him live, to die no more.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig80">
-<img src="images/p082.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="133" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_97">97</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig81">
-<img src="images/p083.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="68" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch43">XLIII.
-<br />THE CHRISTIAN BOND.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p083a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">When in our breasts we feel the flame of love,</p>
-<p class="t">Kindled by heaven, becoming dim and low,</p>
-<p class="t0">When cold our feelings are to God above,</p>
-<p class="t">Unsympathizing to His poor below,</p>
-<p class="t">When kindness seems a task, and words impatient flow;</p>
-<p class="t0">How shall we cherish love&rsquo;s declining light?</p>
-<p class="t">By drawing forth from memory&rsquo;s treasure-cave</p>
-<p class="t0">The recollection of that mournful night</p>
-<p class="t">When Jesus to the flock He died to save</p>
-<p class="t">Gave His last mild commands, His parting blessing gave.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Muse on the solemn scene, till faith have power</p>
-<p class="t">The inspired narrative to realize;</p>
-<p class="t0">And round the board at evening&rsquo;s silent hour</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_98">98</div>
-<p class="t">The chosen twelve appear, their anxious eyes</p>
-<p class="t">Fixed on the Lamb of God, the spotless Sacrifice.</p>
-<p class="t0">Lo! on the bread His sacred hand he lays,</p>
-<p class="t">That hand so soon transfixed for them to be;</p>
-<p class="t0">See the Redeemer&rsquo;s sad uplifted gaze,</p>
-<p class="t">And hear the accents breathing mournfully,</p>
-<p class="t">&ldquo;This do ye in remembrance still of Me!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Nor this the sole command by Christ then given</p>
-<p class="t">To His disciples, loved unto the last,</p>
-<p class="t0">At that sad meeting, when the Lord of Heaven</p>
-<p class="t">Beheld death&rsquo;s awful hour approaching fast,</p>
-<p class="t">The cross&mdash;the anguish which all mortal woe surpassed;</p>
-<p class="t0">When He surveyed His small devoted band,</p>
-<p class="t">And all that He for them would suffer knew,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Saviour breathed that heavenly command,</p>
-<p class="t">That bond of union to His faithful few,</p>
-<p class="t">&ldquo;Love one another e&rsquo;en as I have loved you.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0"><i>As I have loved you.</i> Oh! more than love,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Language can breathe, and thought conceive no more;</p>
-<p class="t0">It is not &ldquo;as thyself&rdquo;&mdash;<i>this</i> mounts above</p>
-<p class="t">All human feeling, bids us higher soar,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_99">99</div>
-<p class="t">Gaze on the cross, and feel the love a Saviour bore!</p>
-<p class="t0">And can we ever rudely tear aside</p>
-<p class="t">The band Messiah twined around His own?</p>
-<p class="t0">Envy, resentment, petulance, or pride,</p>
-<p class="t">Erase the mark by which His flock are known?</p>
-<p class="t">Hath Christ ne&rsquo;er loved <i>us</i>, to us no mercy shown?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig82">
-<img src="images/p084.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="148" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_100">100</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig83">
-<img src="images/p085.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="69" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch44">XLIV.
-<br />THE CURE AT GETHSEMANE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p085a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The awful night hath passed, the day</p>
-<p class="t">Soon o&rsquo;er the mountains will be breaking,</p>
-<p class="t0">And from their sleep of sorrow now</p>
-<p class="t">The Saviour&rsquo;s followers are waking;</p>
-<p class="t0">The Lord hath risen from His knees,</p>
-<p class="t">His soul resigned on God relies,</p>
-<p class="t0">The cup of vengeance now is full,</p>
-<p class="t">The Victim waits the sacrifice.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Hark! hark! what sounds the stillness break,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">The clouds of danger darken o&rsquo;er Him,</p>
-<p class="t0">The traitor bands surround their Lord,</p>
-<p class="t">And His betrayer stands before Him.</p>
-<p class="t0">Then love bursts through the bonds of fear&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Forth from the scabbard leaps the sword,</p>
-<p class="t0">The apostle strikes the hasty blow</p>
-<p class="t">To save&mdash;or to avenge his Lord!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_101">101</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! many a miracle of love</p>
-<p class="t">The Lord had wrought for souls believing,</p>
-<p class="t0">Now stilling storms, now by His power</p>
-<p class="t">The wants of multitudes relieving;</p>
-<p class="t0">But the last miracle of Christ,</p>
-<p class="t">Ere to His fearful trial brought,</p>
-<p class="t0">Was wrought when captive and betrayed&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">And for His persecutor wrought.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">He touched the wound&mdash;and it was healed;</p>
-<p class="t">Oh! deed, unmeasured love revealing;</p>
-<p class="t0">Ere it was nailed upon the cross</p>
-<p class="t">That gracious hand&rsquo;s last touch was healing!</p>
-<p class="t0">And when the lighter wrongs we bear</p>
-<p class="t">Rouse in our hearts vindictive fire,</p>
-<p class="t0">Shall not remembrance of that deed</p>
-<p class="t">Thrill on our souls, and calm our ire?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Sweet are the thoughts that wondrous cure</p>
-<p class="t">Wrought at Gethsemane may yield us;</p>
-<p class="t0">We, too, were rebels to our King,</p>
-<p class="t">And He, though rebels, touched and healed us.</p>
-<p class="t0">Let us to all men mercy show,</p>
-<p class="t">As we through only mercy live;</p>
-<p class="t0">Rejoice, like Christ, the poor to bless,</p>
-<p class="t">Like Christ, the guilty to forgive!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_102">102</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig84">
-<img src="images/p086.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="60" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch45">XLV.
-<br />HYMN FOR THE COMMUNION.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p086a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding,</p>
-<p class="t">By faith let me now with His followers bend;</p>
-<p class="t0">Let me hear for my pardon His voice interceding,</p>
-<p class="t">And see, for my sins, these dear life-drops descend.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">As when His fierce murderers mocked and defied Him,</p>
-<p class="t">The Maries still clung to their Master adored,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor for thrones would have quitted their station beside Him,</p>
-<p class="t">Their long mournful watch by their crucified Lord;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">So, unmoved by the scoffs of the foe and blasphemer,</p>
-<p class="t">I would muse upon all that my Saviour hath borne;</p>
-<p class="t0">Permitted to watch by the dying Redeemer,</p>
-<p class="t">And gaze on that pale brow encircled with thorn.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_103">103</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! let such remembrance be present before me</p>
-<p class="t">When called on the feast of His love to partake,</p>
-<p class="t0">Let my spirit commune with her Lord now in glory,</p>
-<p class="t">And trembling behold what He bore for our sake!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig85">
-<img src="images/p087.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="214" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_104">104</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig86">
-<img src="images/p088.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="107" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch46">XLVI.
-<br />HYMN FOR THE DYING.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p088a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The day of life is closing,</p>
-<p class="t">Its last faint beam has fled;</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet faith, on Christ reposing,</p>
-<p class="t">Can Death&rsquo;s cold waters tread;</p>
-<p class="t0">The dark sea spreads before me,</p>
-<p class="t">Upon the brink I stand;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, guide me, Lord of Glory,</p>
-<p class="t">To Heaven&rsquo;s blissful strand!</p>
-<p class="t3">To Thee, Lord, I flee,</p>
-<p class="t3">My trust is in Thee;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">No longer here detain me,</p>
-<p class="t">I hear my Saviour&rsquo;s voice,</p>
-<p class="t0">I feel His arm sustain me,</p>
-<p class="t">I triumph and rejoice!</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_105">105</div>
-<p class="t0">The Lord will bless for ever</p>
-<p class="t">Those who His love have known,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor life, nor death shall sever</p>
-<p class="t">The Saviour from His own!</p>
-<p class="t3">Victorious and free</p>
-<p class="t3">His people shall be;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory?&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig87">
-<img src="images/p089.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="180" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_106">106</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig88">
-<img src="images/p090.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="67" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch47">XLVIL
-<br />DEATH IS NOT DREADFUL.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p090a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death is not dreadful, no!</p>
-<p class="t">Though sad affection weeps,</p>
-<p class="t0">The grave is but the cradle where</p>
-<p class="t">The future seraph sleeps,</p>
-<p class="t0">And smiling Faith her watch above</p>
-<p class="t">The peaceful slumberer keeps.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death is not dreadful, no!</p>
-<p class="t">&rsquo;Twere terrible to die,</p>
-<p class="t0">E&rsquo;en to the best, if called to stand</p>
-<p class="t">Before the Deity</p>
-<p class="t0">Bare in their guilt,&mdash;without a friend</p>
-<p class="t">To meet the Judge&rsquo;s eye.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But oh! the weakest saint</p>
-<p class="t">May fearless pass the flood,</p>
-<p class="t0">His robe shall shine as white as light</p>
-<p class="t">Washed in his Saviour&rsquo;s blood;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_107">107</div>
-<p class="t0">The Judge Himself shall plead his cause,</p>
-<p class="t">Who as his Surety stood.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death is not dreadful, no!</p>
-<p class="t">It bids us reap at last</p>
-<p class="t0">The joyful harvest of our tears,</p>
-<p class="t">Our toils and trials past;</p>
-<p class="t0">It gives us our inheritance,</p>
-<p class="t">How glorious and how vast!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Death is not dreadful, no!</p>
-<p class="t">It is the Saviour&rsquo;s voice</p>
-<p class="t0">Calling His lambs unto the fold;</p>
-<p class="t">They hear it, and rejoice:</p>
-<p class="t0">In life or death &ldquo;to be with Christ&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">This is His servants&rsquo; choice.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">So, when the long night comes,</p>
-<p class="t">In peace they close their eyes,</p>
-<p class="t0">Humbly confiding in His care</p>
-<p class="t">Whose love all change defies,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Bowing to His Almighty will,</p>
-<p class="t">All-merciful, All-wise.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then welcome be the night</p>
-<p class="t">Preceding endless day,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_108">108</div>
-<p class="t0">Thrice blessed the Gospel&rsquo;s glorious light,</p>
-<p class="t">That chased its gloom away,</p>
-<p class="t0">And showed us life beyond the tomb</p>
-<p class="t">In Christ, the sinner&rsquo;s Stay.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig89">
-<img src="images/p091.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="247" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_109">109</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig90">
-<img src="images/p092.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="112" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch48">XLVIII.
-<br />NEVER FORSAKEN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p092a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="146" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Why dread the future, trembling one,</p>
-<p class="t">Since whatsoe&rsquo;er the griefs it bring,</p>
-<p class="t0">A Father&rsquo;s voice pronounced the fate</p>
-<p class="t">It bears upon its rapid wing?</p>
-<p class="t0">Canst thou not trust thy earthly hopes</p>
-<p class="t">To Him in whom thy soul confides;</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor cast thy cares upon thy Lord</p>
-<p class="t">When angels whisper &ldquo;God provides.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Why for the morrow take ye thought?&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">The God of truth and mercy said;</p>
-<p class="t0">His gracious arm supports thee now,</p>
-<p class="t">His sheltering wing is o&rsquo;er thee spread;</p>
-<p class="t0">He ne&rsquo;er forgets His human pangs&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">The stricken soul, the tortured limb&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor gives a moment&rsquo;s needless pain</p>
-<p class="t">To those who love and trust in Him!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_110">110</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">What dost thou fear, what dost thou dread?</p>
-<p class="t">The rushing wind&mdash;the billow&rsquo;s roar?</p>
-<p class="t0">The gale, though rude, by love is sent</p>
-<p class="t">To speed thy course to Heaven&rsquo;s shore.</p>
-<p class="t0">More fatal were a death-like calm;</p>
-<p class="t">The stormy voyage not long can last,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Saviour&rsquo;s welcome overpays</p>
-<p class="t">A thousand-fold the perils past.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Fear not,&mdash;what should God&rsquo;s children fear?</p>
-<p class="t">The dreaded clouds may roll away;</p>
-<p class="t0">Unnumbered mercies oft received</p>
-<p class="t">Should strengthen faith to trust to-day.</p>
-<p class="t0">Enough&mdash;without the Lord&rsquo;s consent</p>
-<p class="t">None from thy head one hair can sever;</p>
-<p class="t0">Enough&mdash;thou art the Almighty&rsquo;s care;</p>
-<p class="t">Afflicted, but forsaken never!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig91">
-<img src="images/p093.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="114" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_111">111</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig92">
-<img src="images/p094.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="83" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch49">XLIX.
-<br />THY FATHER&rsquo;S FRIEND.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p094a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="147" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Forsake not thou thy father&rsquo;s friend,</p>
-<p class="t">Forsake not thou thine own;</p>
-<p class="t0">Though care and grief his form may bow,</p>
-<p class="t0">And frosts of age be on his brow,</p>
-<p class="t0">And like a leafless willow now</p>
-<p class="t">He stand on earth alone.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Forsake not thou thy father&rsquo;s friend,</p>
-<p class="t">Revere the hoary head;</p>
-<p class="t0">Thou may&rsquo;st have little to bestow</p>
-<p class="t0">To lessen want, or lighten woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">But who does not the solace know</p>
-<p class="t">Which kindly words can shed!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Forsake not thou thy father&rsquo;s friend;</p>
-<p class="t">So when thy strength is o&rsquo;er,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_112">112</div>
-<p class="t0">May&rsquo;st thou ne&rsquo;er want a friend in need,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thy age to cheer, thy footsteps lead,</p>
-<p class="t0">But he who is a &ldquo;Friend indeed&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">Be thine for evermore!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig93">
-<img src="images/p095.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="293" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_113">113</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig94">
-<img src="images/p096.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="89" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch50">L.
-<br />FEAR OF GOD AND FEAR OF MAN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p096a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The fear of God most high&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">It is a holy fear;</p>
-<p class="t0">It makes us pass through life as those</p>
-<p class="t">Who know their Lord is near.</p>
-<p class="t0">The fear of sinful man&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">&rsquo;Tis a debasing fear,</p>
-<p class="t0">Shame will be theirs who dare not brave</p>
-<p class="t">A censure or a sneer.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">It was the fear of God</p>
-<p class="t">By which the Hebrews three</p>
-<p class="t0">Undaunted met the tyrant&rsquo;s frown&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Unmoved the flames could see.</p>
-<p class="t0">It was the fear of man</p>
-<p class="t">Weak Pilate&rsquo;s breast within,</p>
-<p class="t0">That stained his hands with guiltless blood,</p>
-<p class="t">His soul with blackest sin.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_114">114</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">No courage is like that</p>
-<p class="t">Which steadfast faith bestows;</p>
-<p class="t0">With God our Friend, we would be safe</p>
-<p class="t">Were all the world our foes!</p>
-<p class="t0">Faith but the <i>duty</i> sees</p>
-<p class="t">Where doubt would danger scan;</p>
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Tis through the fear of God alone</p>
-<p class="t">We crush the fear of man.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig95">
-<img src="images/p097.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="219" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_115">115</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig96">
-<img src="images/p098.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="88" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch51">LI.
-<br />THE SINNERS&rsquo; PORTION.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p098a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="151" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Who Wisdom&rsquo;s path forsakes</p>
-<p class="t">Leaves all true joy behind;</p>
-<p class="t0">He who the peace of others breaks,</p>
-<p class="t">No peace himself shall find.</p>
-<p class="t0">Flowers above and thorns below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Little pleasure, lasting woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the fate that sinners know.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The drunkard gaily sings</p>
-<p class="t">Above his foaming glass,</p>
-<p class="t0">But shame and pain the revel brings</p>
-<p class="t">Ere many hours can pass.</p>
-<p class="t0">Flowers above and thorns below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Little pleasure, lasting woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the fate that sinners know.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The thief may count his gains;&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">If he the sum could see</p>
-<p class="t0">Of future punishment and pains,</p>
-<p class="t">Sad would his reckoning be.</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_116">116</div>
-<p class="t0">Flowers above and thorns below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Little pleasure, lasting woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the fate that sinners know.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">The Sabbath-breaker spurns</p>
-<p class="t">What Wisdom did ordain;</p>
-<p class="t0">God&rsquo;s rest to Satan&rsquo;s use he turns,</p>
-<p class="t">A blessing to a bane.</p>
-<p class="t0">Flowers above and thorns below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Little pleasure, lasting woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the fate that sinners know.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">O Lord, to Thee we pray,</p>
-<p class="t">Do Thou our faith increase,</p>
-<p class="t0">Make us to walk in Wisdom&rsquo;s way,</p>
-<p class="t">The only way of peace!</p>
-<p class="t0">For flowers above and thorns below,</p>
-<p class="t0">Little pleasure, lasting woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the fate that sinners know.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig97">
-<img src="images/p099.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="103" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_117">117</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig98">
-<img src="images/p100.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="92" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch52">LII.
-<br />DEATH-BED HYMN.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p100a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Standing upon the awful brink,</p>
-<p class="t0">Almost too faint to pray or think,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thou who canst pain and fear control,</p>
-<p class="t0">My God, have mercy on my soul!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">A chilling gloom I feel within,</p>
-<p class="t0">A trembling consciousness of sin;</p>
-<p class="t0">I cannot to my mind recall</p>
-<p class="t0">What sins&mdash;but Thou hast marked them all.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh, let my soul some promise hear</p>
-<p class="t0">From Thy blest Word to calm her fear;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, bid this doubt, this anguish cease&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">My Saviour say, &ldquo;Depart in peace!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thou know&rsquo;st I loved Thee,&mdash;weak might be</p>
-<p class="t0">My faith&mdash;but it was fixed on Thee;</p>
-<p class="t0">Thou didst a gracious promise make&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, save me for Thy mercy&rsquo;s sake!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_118">118</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Methinks I hear my Lord reply:</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Fear not, for I am ever nigh;</p>
-<p class="t0">In life&mdash;in death&mdash;beyond the grave&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">My arm shall guide, support, and save.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Thy ransom hath been paid by love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Thy mansion is prepared above;</p>
-<p class="t0">No power of death, or hell, or sin,</p>
-<p class="t0">From Me one pardoned soul shall win!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig99">
-<img src="images/p101.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="194" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_119">119</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig100">
-<img src="images/p102.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="100" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch53">LIII.
-<br />SAVE ONE!</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p102a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="150" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Souls are perishing before thee,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-<p class="t0">It may be thy crown of glory,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-<p class="t0">From the waves that would devour,</p>
-<p class="t0">From the raging lion&rsquo;s power,</p>
-<p class="t0">From destruction&rsquo;s fiery shower,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Not in thine own strength confiding,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one;</p>
-<p class="t0">Faith and prayer thy efforts guiding,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-<p class="t0">None can e&rsquo;er, unless possessing</p>
-<p class="t0">Heavenly aid and heavenly blessing,</p>
-<p class="t0">To the work of mercy pressing,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save e&rsquo;en one.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_120">120</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Who the worth of souls can measure?</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-<p class="t0">Who can count the priceless treasure?</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-<p class="t0">Like the stars shall shine, for ever</p>
-<p class="t0">They who faithfully endeavour</p>
-<p class="t0">Dying sinners to deliver,</p>
-<p class="t7">Save&mdash;save one!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig101">
-<img src="images/p103.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="298" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_121">121</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig102">
-<img src="images/p104.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="85" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch54">LIV.
-<br />NEW YEAR&rsquo;S HYMN,
-<br /><span class="smaller">WRITTEN AT THE TIME OF THE INDIAN MUTINY, 1857.</span></h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p104a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="149" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">In the year that hath passed o&rsquo;er us,</p>
-<p class="t">Many suffered woe and pain;</p>
-<p class="t0">Time can ne&rsquo;er the brave restore us,</p>
-<p class="t">Far in distant India slain.</p>
-<p class="t3">Praying, praising,</p>
-<p class="t">Saints have joined the martyr-train.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But another year is dawning,</p>
-<p class="t">We are spared its light to see;</p>
-<p class="t0">May each blessing, may each warning,</p>
-<p class="t">Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t3">Like Thy martyrs</p>
-<p class="t">Faithful unto death to be!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">May Thy Word, salvation bringing,</p>
-<p class="t">Shine where darkness now appears;</p>
-<p class="t0">Plenteous be the harvest springing,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_122">122</div>
-<p class="t">That was sown in blood and tears;&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t3">Light from darkness,</p>
-<p class="t">Joy from sorrow, hope from fears!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Blessed hope now set before us,</p>
-<p class="t">Satan&rsquo;s slaves shall burst their thrall,</p>
-<p class="t0">All the nations join the chorus</p>
-<p class="t">To the Lord who died for all;&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t3">Ransomed millions</p>
-<p class="t">At the Saviour&rsquo;s feet shall fall!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig103">
-<img src="images/p105.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="146" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_123">123</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig104">
-<img src="images/p106.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="372" />
-<h2 class="pcap">POEMS.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_125">125</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig105">
-<img src="images/p107.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="100" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch55">1.
-<br />THE INDIAN MAID.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p107a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="147" height="150" />
-</div>
-<blockquote>
-<p>The leading incidents in this poem are historical. The descendants of
-Pocahontas are still to be found, I believe, in the United States.</p>
-</blockquote>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Through the majestic forest shade</p>
-<p class="t">The light of morn is faintly shining,</p>
-<p class="t0">Scarce straggling through the twilight made</p>
-<p class="t">By leafy boughs entwining;</p>
-<p class="t0">As Nature, from the birth of Time,</p>
-<p class="t">Deep in this lone sequestered wood,</p>
-<p class="t0">Had formed herself a bower sublime,</p>
-<p class="t">Where she might dwell with solitude,</p>
-<p class="t0">And list the wild bird&rsquo;s note, nor fear</p>
-<p class="t0">Man&rsquo;s guilty foot could wander here,</p>
-<p class="t0">Or war&rsquo;s unhallowed trumpet wake</p>
-<p class="t0">The slumbering echoes, rudely break</p>
-<p class="t0">The solemn, deep, unearthly still,</p>
-<p class="t0">Which to a stranger&rsquo;s soul must thrill</p>
-<p class="t0">A sense of awe&mdash;as though he trod</p>
-<p class="t0">A temple consecrate to God!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_126">126</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yet war can penetrate e&rsquo;en here</p>
-<p class="t">To blight the beauties of creation,</p>
-<p class="t0">Till Nature&rsquo;s calmest scenes appear</p>
-<p class="t">Dark haunts of desolation.</p>
-<p class="t0">The murderer&rsquo;s sword hath left the sheath,</p>
-<p class="t">When from the bright pure heaven above,</p>
-<p class="t0">And smiling earth, there seemed to breathe</p>
-<p class="t">But peace, and joy, and love.</p>
-<p class="t0">And even now, when blushing morn,</p>
-<p class="t0">On rosy clouds by zephyrs borne,</p>
-<p class="t0">Comes in her laughing loveliness</p>
-<p class="t0">The world to brighten and to bless,</p>
-<p class="t0">It were more meet that heaven should shroud</p>
-<p class="t0">Her radiant brow in some dark cloud,</p>
-<p class="t0">And dewy tears of morning flow</p>
-<p class="t0">For scenes of blood on earth below!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">See, in the forest&rsquo;s thickest maze</p>
-<p class="t">The dark-eyed Indian tribes assembling,</p>
-<p class="t0">Free as the pure fresh breeze that plays</p>
-<p class="t">On leaves around them trembling.</p>
-<p class="t0">Wild Nature&rsquo;s wilder sons,&mdash;each brow</p>
-<p class="t">The radiant sun of western lands</p>
-<p class="t0">Hath kindled to a redder glow;</p>
-<p class="t">In painted pride the savage stands,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_127">127</div>
-<p class="t0">So differing in garb&mdash;in skin&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">In mien&mdash;he scarce might seem akin</p>
-<p class="t0">To Europe&rsquo;s sons, did we not trace</p>
-<p class="t0">In the dark features of his face</p>
-<p class="t0">The same fierce passions, which declare</p>
-<p class="t0">The race of Adam here and there,</p>
-<p class="t0">And prove, alas! we share with all</p>
-<p class="t0">One common origin, and fall!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But what white-bosomed victim here</p>
-<p class="t">Stands bound, a cruel death awaiting,</p>
-<p class="t0">The dreadful preparations near</p>
-<p class="t">Now firmly contemplating,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Now raising calm his thoughtful eye</p>
-<p class="t">Where, through the boughs that intervene</p>
-<p class="t0">Of Nature&rsquo;s verdant canopy,</p>
-<p class="t">Bright glimpses are of heaven seen?</p>
-<p class="t0">Reflects he on the murderous doom</p>
-<p class="t0">Which destines him a bloody tomb,</p>
-<p class="t0">Sudden cut off, before his time,</p>
-<p class="t0">In honour&rsquo;s course, in manhood&rsquo;s prime,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">On projects that with him must die,</p>
-<p class="t0">Hopes ripening to reality,</p>
-<p class="t0">But blasted ere their fruits afford</p>
-<p class="t0">To science its well-earned reward?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_128">128</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Or thinks he on the distant land</p>
-<p class="t">To which life&rsquo;s earliest ties have bound him,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where last he grasped his father&rsquo;s hand,</p>
-<p class="t">And felt his mother&rsquo;s arms around him?</p>
-<p class="t0">Above these savage yells of death</p>
-<p class="t">Does memory hear the low deep prayer</p>
-<p class="t0">Her trembling lips could scarcely breathe,</p>
-<p class="t">That God might shield him everywhere?</p>
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Tis answered, yes, that prayer of love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Scarce heard on earth, has reached above!</p>
-<p class="t0">Though fixed his doom, though Death e&rsquo;en now</p>
-<p class="t0">Stands prompt&mdash;he may not strike the blow!</p>
-<p class="t0">Twice did the trembling compass<a class="fn" id="fr_2" href="#fn_2">[2]</a> give</p>
-<p class="t0">A respite,&mdash;wonder bade him live;</p>
-<p class="t0">But other succour now must save</p>
-<p class="t0">The hero from untimely grave.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">For lo! behold, with savage joy</p>
-<p class="t">His foes their victim now surrounding,</p>
-<p class="t0">Eager to smite and to destroy,</p>
-<p class="t">The woods with yells resounding!</p>
-<p class="t0">Calm and resigned he kneels in dust,</p>
-<p class="t">Lays on the stone his manly head,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_129">129</div>
-<p class="t0">And waits the crushing blows, that must</p>
-<p class="t">Number him with the dead;</p>
-<p class="t0">When, like the bright celestial bow</p>
-<p class="t0">Which, when the angry tempests blow,</p>
-<p class="t0">And heaven&rsquo;s bolts from high are hurled&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Speaks peace and mercy to the world&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Forward here springs an Indian maid,</p>
-<p class="t0">As light as fawn in forest glade,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her cheek with generous ardour glowing,</p>
-<p class="t0">O&rsquo;er her slight form the dark hair flowing,</p>
-<p class="t0">While firm resolve, and feeling high,</p>
-<p class="t0">Sparkle in her soul-speaking eye.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;O Father, spare the chief!&rdquo; she cries,</p>
-<p class="t">Before her parent interceding,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her clasp&egrave;d hands, and eloquent eyes,</p>
-<p class="t">More than her accents pleading;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Was he not brave in war, and kind</p>
-<p class="t">And true in peace? did he e&rsquo;er break</p>
-<p class="t0">The solemn wampum league, or bind</p>
-<p class="t">The captive to the stake?</p>
-<p class="t0">For him a wife afar may sigh,</p>
-<p class="t0">A lonely mother mourning die,</p>
-<p class="t0">For who shall now with sounding bow</p>
-<p class="t0">Bring down for them the elk or roe,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_130">130</div>
-<p class="t0">Whose hatchet shall defend their home</p>
-<p class="t0">When hostile tribes with war-cries come!</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! spare the white chief, that his voice</p>
-<p class="t0">His wife&rsquo;s sad bosom may rejoice;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! spare him, that his hand may dry</p>
-<p class="t0">The teardrop in his mother&rsquo;s eye!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But stern the Indian&rsquo;s answer; vain</p>
-<p class="t">Her pleading words, her warm endeavour,</p>
-<p class="t0">The murderers&rsquo; clubs are raised again</p>
-<p class="t">To crush the brave for ever!</p>
-<p class="t0">Lo! from her knees the maiden springs,</p>
-<p class="t">Rapid as lightning&rsquo;s flash above,</p>
-<p class="t0">As guardian angels spread their wings</p>
-<p class="t">O&rsquo;er mortals that they love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Around the Doomed her arms are thrown,</p>
-<p class="t0">His form protected by her own,</p>
-<p class="t0">With him will she the worst await,</p>
-<p class="t0">And save his life, or share his fate!</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Strike him!&rdquo; she cries, &ldquo;but &rsquo;neath the blow</p>
-<p class="t0">His blood and mine shall mingled flow;</p>
-<p class="t0">Strike him! but in the spirit-land</p>
-<p class="t0">With him shall Pocahontas stand,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor live to say her tribe hath slain</p>
-<p class="t0">The chief for whom she prayed in vain!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_131">131</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is a spell in woman&rsquo;s eye</p>
-<p class="t">When, injured Virtue&rsquo;s cause defending,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her soul is roused to energy,</p>
-<p class="t">Vigour with sweetness blending!</p>
-<p class="t0">Soft plumes that tremble in the air</p>
-<p class="t">Have formed a breastplate strong to save,</p>
-<p class="t0">And woman&rsquo;s heart will oft-times dare</p>
-<p class="t">What might appal the brave!</p>
-<p class="t0">E&rsquo;en the rude Indians feel the power</p>
-<p class="t0">Of courage equal to the hour,</p>
-<p class="t0">Catch virtues warm inspiring glow</p>
-<p class="t0">And more than mercy asked, bestow.</p>
-<p class="t0">Rise, Briton, rise, both safe and free,</p>
-<p class="t0">With life receive back liberty;</p>
-<p class="t0">Spring from the spot of sacrifice</p>
-<p class="t0">From which thou ne&rsquo;er didst hope to rise;</p>
-<p class="t0">Or rather, once more prostrate fall</p>
-<p class="t0">To bless the God who saved from all!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Not long the dark-eyed maiden hears</p>
-<p class="t">His grateful words of deep devotion,</p>
-<p class="t0">They part&mdash;to meet in future years</p>
-<p class="t">Beyond the heaving ocean.</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Go, stranger, to thy distant home,&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t">Thus flowed her simple, wild farewell,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_132">132</div>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;When thy pale tribes to greet thee come,</p>
-<p class="t">Then of the Red man&rsquo;s mercy tell!</p>
-<p class="t0">And when the round sun leaves the sky</p>
-<p class="t0">To light the Indian forests high,</p>
-<p class="t0">Say thou hast left a daughter there,</p>
-<p class="t0">And bid him here thy greetings bear!</p>
-<p class="t0">And oh! if e&rsquo;er a Red man be</p>
-<p class="t0">Thy captive, then remember me;</p>
-<p class="t0">If weary-footed Indian pray</p>
-<p class="t0">For shelter, turn not thou away,</p>
-<p class="t0">But to my race a father be,</p>
-<p class="t0">As thou hast found a child in me!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Sweet maid! she little dreamed how near</p>
-<p class="t">The hour when she&mdash;a captive mourning&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">A Briton&rsquo;s voice her grief would cheer,</p>
-<p class="t">The White man&rsquo;s debt returning;</p>
-<p class="t0">When Rolfe with tenderest care essayed</p>
-<p class="t">The maiden&rsquo;s flowing tears to dry,</p>
-<p class="t0">Until captivity he made</p>
-<p class="t">More sweet than liberty!</p>
-<p class="t0">Amidst her grief, amidst her fear,</p>
-<p class="t0">Love&rsquo;s melting tones first reached her ear,</p>
-<p class="t0">And oh! has life one dark distress</p>
-<p class="t0">That sweet voice cannot soothe or bless!</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_133">133</div>
-<p class="t0">It was as though the raging blast</p>
-<p class="t0">Had o&rsquo;er some silent harp-strings past,</p>
-<p class="t0">And waked so soft, so wild a strain</p>
-<p class="t0">(As joy still owes its zest to pain),</p>
-<p class="t0">The spirit of the storm drew near,</p>
-<p class="t0">Closed his dark wings, and paused to hear!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And with Rolfe&rsquo;s heart she learned to share</p>
-<p class="t">His hopes, on heavenward pinion soaring,</p>
-<p class="t0">And with him knelt in humble prayer,</p>
-<p class="t">The Christian&rsquo;s God adoring.</p>
-<p class="t0">The sacred tie has made them one,</p>
-<p class="t">That tie which death alone can part,</p>
-<p class="t0">Love&rsquo;s circlet on her hand hath shone,</p>
-<p class="t">Love&rsquo;s torch within her heart;</p>
-<p class="t0">And she hath quitted that wild shore</p>
-<p class="t0">Her tearful eyes shall view no more,</p>
-<p class="t0">And, wafted by the western wind,</p>
-<p class="t0">Left all that once she loved behind.</p>
-<p class="t0">Honours in Albion&rsquo;s isle attend</p>
-<p class="t0">The Indian bride, the captive&rsquo;s friend;</p>
-<p class="t0">From royal lips<a class="fn" id="fr_3" href="#fn_3">[3]</a> her praises sound,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her generous deed with fame is crowned.</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_134">134</div>
-<p class="t0">But precious to her soul, above</p>
-<p class="t0">All fame, her husband&rsquo;s smile of love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Or Smith&rsquo;s proud glance, when she would claim</p>
-<p class="t0">Once more a daughter&rsquo;s cherished name.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">But oh! how close the sacred ties</p>
-<p class="t">That to our native country bind us,</p>
-<p class="t0">In foreign scenes the heart still sighs</p>
-<p class="t">For dearer left behind us!</p>
-<p class="t0">She longed to see the waving woods,</p>
-<p class="t">Her dark-haired sire, her Indian shore,</p>
-<p class="t0">Her spirit yearned to cross the floods</p>
-<p class="t">And view her native soil once more.</p>
-<p class="t0">But ere the vessel left the strand,</p>
-<p class="t0">Sickness, with damp and heavy hand</p>
-<p class="t0">Stayed the fair wanderer, like a spell</p>
-<p class="t0">Unseen, but irresistible,</p>
-<p class="t0">For death in his pale bark had come</p>
-<p class="t0">To waft her to a brighter home.</p>
-<p class="t0">Brief was the passage, but how vast</p>
-<p class="t0">The space in those short seconds past!</p>
-<p class="t0">One moment Rolfe in wild distress</p>
-<p class="t0">Hung o&rsquo;er her fading loveliness,</p>
-<p class="t0">Met her long dying gaze of love,</p>
-<p class="t0">Saw her pale lips in blessing move,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_135">135</div>
-<p class="t0">The next&mdash;and her immortal soul</p>
-<p class="t0">Had crossed the floods, and reached the goal,</p>
-<p class="t0">And he was left to mourn its flight,</p>
-<p class="t0">Till death, that severed them, should reunite!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig106">
-<img src="images/p108.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="195" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_136">136</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig107">
-<img src="images/p109.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="95" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch56">II.
-<br />BLANCHE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p109a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Life&rsquo;s deep afflictions not alone demand</p>
-<p class="t">Devout submission to th&rsquo; Almighty&rsquo;s will,</p>
-<p class="t0">The flower nursed by dew, by breezes fanned,</p>
-<p class="t">Yet may the slow-corroding canker kill,</p>
-<p class="t">While all around it smiles, it fadeth still;</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the thankless heart which&mdash;pleasure-cloyed&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Turns from surrounding good to fancied ill,</p>
-<p class="t0">And forms within itself a cheerless void</p>
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Mid blessings unacknowledged, pleasures unenjoyed.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! deem ye not them sufferers alone</p>
-<p class="t">Whom poverty consumes, or cares oppress,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who mourn o&rsquo;er health departed, hopes o&rsquo;erthrown,</p>
-<p class="t">Or&mdash;severed from a parent&rsquo;s fond caress&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Find the world changed into a wilderness;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_137">137</div>
-<p class="t0">As deep the desolation of a mind</p>
-<p class="t">(With all to cheer it, and with all to bless)</p>
-<p class="t0">That, to its own self-fostered gloom resigned,</p>
-<p class="t0">Rejects the happiness God bade it seek and find.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">My parents, faithful soldiers of the Cross,</p>
-<p class="t">Had o&rsquo;er successive offspring closed the tomb,</p>
-<p class="t0">And&mdash;ere my infant heart could know its loss&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">They too had sunk beneath the mortal doom,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">My life, in sorrow passed, commenced in gloom.</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet friends were left; the patriarch of our line</p>
-<p class="t">For my sake would a parent&rsquo;s cares resume,</p>
-<p class="t0">And his mild consort, then in life&rsquo;s decline,</p>
-<p class="t0">As she had watched my father&rsquo;s youth would watch o&rsquo;er mine.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">With tenderness did they their charge fulfil,</p>
-<p class="t">In the retirement of a peaceful spot;</p>
-<p class="t0">But ah! not theirs the strength to curb the will,</p>
-<p class="t">To train Christ&rsquo;s soldier for a trying lot.</p>
-<p class="t">Offences gently chidden&mdash;and forgot,</p>
-<p class="t0">The wavering denial, weak delay,</p>
-<p class="t">And threat&mdash;by punishment succeeded not,</p>
-<p class="t0">Marred in the morn the promise of the day,</p>
-<p class="t0">The Christian child&rsquo;s first lesson should be to <i>obey</i>.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_138">138</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Cruel, misjudging tenderness! how soon</p>
-<p class="t">The plant by weakness nursed bore fruit in woe!</p>
-<p class="t0">The branch which love with gentle hand might prune,</p>
-<p class="t">Reserved to fall &rsquo;neath God&rsquo;s chastising blow!</p>
-<p class="t">Can they the toils of warfare undergo</p>
-<p class="t0">Whose childhood knows no wish ungratified?</p>
-<p class="t">Oh! check the first advances of the foe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Stay at the source the quickly-swelling tide,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">From reason&rsquo;s dawn must thou for good or ill decide.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Time fleeted by,&mdash;I was a child no more,</p>
-<p class="t">But with my growth, alas! the evil grew.</p>
-<p class="t0">I loved creation&rsquo;s wonders to explore,</p>
-<p class="t">But on the world within ne&rsquo;er fixed my view.</p>
-<p class="t">Eager the paths of science to pursue,</p>
-<p class="t0">By praise encouraged, and by pride impelled,</p>
-<p class="t">The charm&egrave;d task each day would I renew,</p>
-<p class="t0">And, while my bosom with vainglory swelled,</p>
-<p class="t0">Measured myself by those I deemed that I excelled.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And was I happy? no, the unbridled mind</p>
-<p class="t">May soar too freely through the fields of air,</p>
-<p class="t0">In its own liberty a bondage find;</p>
-<p class="t">My spirits were not bound by earthly care,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_139">139</div>
-<p class="t">No loss had I to weep, no frowns to bear.</p>
-<p class="t0">My own enjoyment was my single aim,</p>
-<p class="t">I sought it upon earth, nor found it there,</p>
-<p class="t0">Satiety and disappointment came,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Oh, that I were a man to win the meed of fame!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I longed for something lofty&mdash;undefined&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">A kindred soul to mingle with my own,</p>
-<p class="t0">A destiny more worthy of a mind</p>
-<p class="t">Now amidst uncongenial spirits thrown.</p>
-<p class="t">By friends surrounded&mdash;yet I stood alone:</p>
-<p class="t0">Self was the gilded idol I adored;</p>
-<p class="t">Had I Christ&rsquo;s strength and my own weakness known,</p>
-<p class="t0">Soon had that idol felt the gospel sword,</p>
-<p class="t0">Low levelled in the dust before my conquering Lord!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yet was I ardent in religious cause,</p>
-<p class="t">Impiety I scorned&mdash;denounced&mdash;despised;</p>
-<p class="t0">No warrior his holy weapon draws</p>
-<p class="t">With zeal more fervent than I exercised</p>
-<p class="t">When faithlessness in others I chastised;</p>
-<p class="t0">My spirit kindled at the martyr&rsquo;s tale,</p>
-<p class="t">There were my dreams of glory realized;</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! where their faith prevailed would mine prevail,</p>
-<p class="t0">Could soul so ardent in the fiery trial fail?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_140">140</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I felt not then that in life&rsquo;s loneliest way</p>
-<p class="t">A glorious warfare may the Christian wage;</p>
-<p class="t0">Humbly to honour, meekly to obey,</p>
-<p class="t">In charity&rsquo;s mild duties to engage,</p>
-<p class="t">And gently soothe the fretfulness of age,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Such is the sacred post to woman given;</p>
-<p class="t">Home is her battle-field; the strife must rage</p>
-<p class="t0">Till sin and self are from their empire driven:</p>
-<p class="t0">Will not the victor rest with martyr-saints in heaven?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">With weariness I viewed my rural life,</p>
-<p class="t">Hid from a world in which I hoped to shine,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Better the press of care, the toil of strife,</p>
-<p class="t">Than thus in an insipid calm to pine,</p>
-<p class="t">Watching my aged guardian&rsquo;s slow decline;</p>
-<p class="t0">Youth was, I deemed, the season for delight,</p>
-<p class="t">E&rsquo;en should its sorrows with its joys be mine,</p>
-<p class="t0">The deepest shadows mark the brightest light,</p>
-<p class="t0">Dim is the hour when both in one dull hue unite!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Sin may invite the soul; by discontent</p>
-<p class="t">The wayward soul herself inviteth sin;</p>
-<p class="t0">I sought a trial&mdash;God the trial sent.</p>
-<p class="t">One formed a colder heart than mine to win,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_141">141</div>
-<p class="t">Lighted the soul-consuming torch within:</p>
-<p class="t0">Montoro sought my hand, his lips revealed</p>
-<p class="t">His love; I felt another life begin,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">To fervent love must self his empire yield,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">No, for that love itself was selfishness concealed!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">What though Montoro&rsquo;s highborn parents frowned</p>
-<p class="t">Upon his union with a lowly maid;</p>
-<p class="t0">Though upon means already slender found,</p>
-<p class="t">A second burden thus would now be laid,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Although with darkened sight, and strength decayed,</p>
-<p class="t0">My widowed grandsire claimed a daughter&rsquo;s care,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">What was it to a soul by passion swayed?</p>
-<p class="t0">His lonely dwelling now must strangers share,</p>
-<p class="t0">No daughter&rsquo;s voice to raise the hymn, or join the prayer.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Twas on a summer morn I left my home,</p>
-<p class="t">Buoyant with hope and long-sought happiness,</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet did a feeling of misgiving come</p>
-<p class="t">When, folded in the old man&rsquo;s last caress,</p>
-<p class="t">He in his trembling accents strove to bless</p>
-<p class="t0">The child who left him lonely, aged, and blind</p>
-<p class="t">E&rsquo;en then my bosom would the thought oppress,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_142">142</div>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Deserter from the post by God assigned,</p>
-<p class="t0">Wilt thou again on earth a love so faithful find?&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&rsquo;Twas but a transitory thought; my soul</p>
-<p class="t">Exulted in an earthly paradise;</p>
-<p class="t0">Impetuous hope had reached its wished-for goal,</p>
-<p class="t">And I could bear to see the tear-drops rise</p>
-<p class="t">Within those dear and venerable eyes,</p>
-<p class="t0">Could joyous from my childhood&rsquo;s home depart;</p>
-<p class="t">For him I loved too great no sacrifice,</p>
-<p class="t0">Care had no weight, and poverty no smart;</p>
-<p class="t0">He was the treasure of my soul, the idol of my heart!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Time roused me slowly from my golden dream,</p>
-<p class="t">Love, born in smiles, survived to mourn in tears;</p>
-<p class="t0">Earth&rsquo;s brightest blessings are not what they seem;</p>
-<p class="t">Beneath the sober influence of years</p>
-<p class="t">Fancy&rsquo;s gay blossoms fade, and truth appears.</p>
-<p class="t0">When word or frown impatient care betrayed,</p>
-<p class="t">My wounded soul could not disguise her fears</p>
-<p class="t0">That now my lord with colder feelings weighed</p>
-<p class="t0">And felt the sacrifice which blinded love had made.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_143">143</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And what I felt I spoke; my untamed soul</p>
-<p class="t">The task of patient love had yet to learn,</p>
-<p class="t0">Each word, each look, each feeling to control,</p>
-<p class="t">Harshness with meek submission to return,</p>
-<p class="t">By charms more lasting, love more lasting earn,</p>
-<p class="t0">This to my spirit was a task unknown;</p>
-<p class="t">My lip would quiver, and my cheek would burn,</p>
-<p class="t0">By glance reproachful and upbraiding tone</p>
-<p class="t0">I marred Montoro&rsquo;s happiness&mdash;and crushed my own.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Hardships and cares, by eager love defied,</p>
-<p class="t">Heavy upon my weary spirit pressed,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The struggle between poverty and pride,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Ill could my temper bear the bitter test,</p>
-<p class="t">Exhausted hope could find no place of rest;</p>
-<p class="t0">I, for the love of one, had all resigned,</p>
-<p class="t">And now my heart in bitterness confessed,</p>
-<p class="t0">Though faithful love might yet remain behind,</p>
-<p class="t0">It was no more the light of joy, the sunbeam of the mind.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Yet I content, nay, happy might have proved,</p>
-<p class="t">Could I have meekly stooped the yoke to bear,</p>
-<p class="t0">Nor sought perfection in the man I loved;</p>
-<p class="t">But I had hoped a heaven on earth to share,&mdash;</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_144">144</div>
-<p class="t">Too ardent hope rebounds into despair.</p>
-<p class="t0">When pride or passion fix the nuptial chain,</p>
-<p class="t">Time must the gilding from the fetters wear,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Love&rsquo;s golden links alone unchanged remain,</p>
-<p class="t0">Hallowed by faith, to be renewed in Heaven again.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I now approach the crisis of my woes.</p>
-<p class="t">One, known in early life, again I met;&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">With proud disdain I had regarded those</p>
-<p class="t">Who&mdash;low by birth, by nature lower&mdash;yet</p>
-<p class="t">Their upstart confidence in riches set;</p>
-<p class="t0">And could I calmly Agnes now behold</p>
-<p class="t">Her brow encircled with a coronet,</p>
-<p class="t0">Endure her haughty smile, her greeting cold,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who owed her triumph solely to the power of gold?</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I felt the press of poverty, and she</p>
-<p class="t">Had only to desire&mdash;and to possess;</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet why should sight of her prosperity</p>
-<p class="t">Add to my cup one drop of bitterness?</p>
-<p class="t">Her luxuries made not my comforts less.</p>
-<p class="t0">I know it now, though my deluded heart</p>
-<p class="t">Would then have scorned its weakness to confess;</p>
-<p class="t0">Envy had fixed within his venomed dart,</p>
-<p class="t0">And love had no sweet balm to heal the wounded part.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_145">145</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Hate&rsquo;s ready weapon, ridicule, I sought,</p>
-<p class="t">The lightest word may give the deepest wound,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Montoro&rsquo;s sparkling wit the impulse caught,</p>
-<p class="t">His jests, by malice circulated round,</p>
-<p class="t">Too soon a fatal destination found.</p>
-<p class="t0">Words are but breath, but breath may kindle flame</p>
-<p class="t">Destined to level cities with the ground!</p>
-<p class="t0">My God, from Thy dread wrath the judgment came,</p>
-<p class="t0">But oh! my guilt, my wretchedness were still the same!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">A fatal sword hung o&rsquo;er my head unknown,</p>
-<p class="t">Yawned at my feet a precipice unseen!</p>
-<p class="t0">One morn Montoro had gone forth alone,</p>
-<p class="t">Methought there was a sadness in his mien,</p>
-<p class="t">And tender had his words at parting been;</p>
-<p class="t0">A long fond kiss upon our babe he prest,</p>
-<p class="t">Still in her cradle slumbering serene;</p>
-<p class="t0">The tide of love gushed warmer in my breast,</p>
-<p class="t0">His glance recalled the hours when first that love was blest.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Thrice the accumulating mound of sand</p>
-<p class="t">Marked in my glass the hours that passed away,</p>
-<p class="t0">I turned it listlessly with weary hand,</p>
-<p class="t">And marvelled at Montoro&rsquo;s long delay:</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_146">146</div>
-<p class="t">Heavy with mist and rain advanced the day;</p>
-<p class="t0">My babe awoke and wept, her cry of fear</p>
-<p class="t">I strove to soothe with melancholy lay,</p>
-<p class="t0">And bore her, sobbing, to the casement near,</p>
-<p class="t0">And bade her infant accents call her father dear.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Upon the dreary prospect forth I gazed;</p>
-<p class="t">Poured from the lowering sky incessant rain,</p>
-<p class="t0">The trees their dark and dripping branches raised,</p>
-<p class="t">Reflected dimly on the flooded plain,</p>
-<p class="t">Trickled the raindrops down the misty pane;</p>
-<p class="t0">The wind in sudden gusts our dwelling shook,</p>
-<p class="t">Then sank, in mournful murmurs to complain;</p>
-<p class="t0">With heavy heart the casement I forsook,</p>
-<p class="t0">While to my early home her flight sad memory took.</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Where is the happiness I thought to find</p>
-<p class="t">When forth I went, a young rejoicing bride?</p>
-<p class="t0">Springs grief from earthly trials, or a mind</p>
-<p class="t">For ever restless and dissatisfied?</p>
-<p class="t">Montoro&rsquo;s love outweighed the world beside,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Is it his wife&rsquo;s misfortune or her sin</p>
-<p class="t">That petty cares so oft our hearts divide?</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, that another era might begin,</p>
-<p class="t0">And life&rsquo;s storms but enhance the holy peace within!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_147">147</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;My childhood&rsquo;s friend I in his age forsook,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">The old man sleeps beneath the grassy sod!</p>
-<p class="t0">To frown of care is changed the joyous look</p>
-<p class="t">With which Montoro once life&rsquo;s garden trod;</p>
-<p class="t">God gave me life,&mdash;I have not lived to God!</p>
-<p class="t0">My threefold duties I neglected see,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Great God! suspend awhile thy chastening rod!</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, come, my husband, life henceforth shall be</p>
-<p class="t0">Devoted unto piety and thee!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">He came&mdash;but oh! <i>how</i> did Montoro come?</p>
-<p class="t">Why did I live to look on his return?</p>
-<p class="t0">Bleeding and pale they bore him to his home.</p>
-<p class="t">Life glimmered faintly,&mdash;I had yet to learn</p>
-<p class="t">The hopeless grief that must for ever burn</p>
-<p class="t0">Within the widow&rsquo;s desolated breast:</p>
-<p class="t">Enough&mdash;mine eyes have seen Montoro&rsquo;s urn;</p>
-<p class="t0">One tie is left&mdash;one treasure still possest,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">The shadow of despair is cast on all the rest!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">There is no wretchedness where sin is not,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">Religion may relieve the darkest woes,</p>
-<p class="t0">All&mdash;save remorse&mdash;be softened or forgot&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t">But where can she&mdash;the guilty&mdash;find repose,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_148">148</div>
-<p class="t">Whose anguish from her own transgression flows?</p>
-<p class="t0"><i>My</i> pride&mdash;<i>my</i> envy bade Montoro die,</p>
-<p class="t">His life embittered, stained with blood its close!</p>
-<p class="t0">Aye, weep ye who <i>can</i> weep&mdash;but I&mdash;but I</p>
-<p class="t0">My heart weeps tears of blood, and yet mine eyes are dry!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig108">
-<img src="images/p110.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="216" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_149">149</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig109">
-<img src="images/p111.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="89" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch57">III.
-<br />PRIDE.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p111a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="148" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Proud&mdash;and of what! poor vain and helpless worm</p>
-<p class="t0">Crawling in weakness through thy life&rsquo;s brief term,</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet filled with thoughts presumptuous, bold, and high,</p>
-<p class="t0">As though thy grovelling soul could scan the sky,</p>
-<p class="t0">As though thy wisdom, which can not foreshow</p>
-<p class="t0">What <i>one</i> day brings of coming weal or woe,</p>
-<p class="t0">Could pierce the depths of far futurity,</p>
-<p class="t0">And all the wing&egrave;d shafts of fate defy!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Art proud of riches? of the glittering dust</p>
-<p class="t0">Each day <i>may</i> rob thee of, and one day <i>must</i>,</p>
-<p class="t0">When mines of wealth will purchase no delay,</p>
-<p class="t0">When dust to dust must turn, and clay to clay,</p>
-<p class="t0">And nought remain to thee of all possest,</p>
-<p class="t0">Save one dark cell in earth&rsquo;s unconscious breast!</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_150">150</div>
-<p class="t0">Or proud of power? on this little ball</p>
-<p class="t0">Some petty tract may thee its master call,</p>
-<p class="t0">Some fellow-mortals, bending lowly down,</p>
-<p class="t0">Bask in thy smile, or tremble at thy frown;</p>
-<p class="t0">Great in the world&rsquo;s eyes, in thine own how great,</p>
-<p class="t0">How swells thy breast with conscious pride elate!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">And art thou great? lift up&mdash;lift up thine eyes,</p>
-<p class="t0">Survey the heavens, gaze into the skies,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">View the fair worlds that glitter o&rsquo;er thy head,</p>
-<p class="t0">Orb above orb in bright succession spread,</p>
-<p class="t0">Beyond the reach of sight, the power of thought,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Then turn thy gaze to earth, and thou art&mdash;<i>nought</i>;</p>
-<p class="t0">The globe itself a speck&mdash;an atom thou!</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh, child of dust, shall pride exalt thee now?</p>
-<p class="t0">In one thing only thou mayst glory still,</p>
-<p class="t0">And let exulting joy thy bosom fill,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Glory in this&mdash;and what is all beside,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">That for this worm&mdash;this atom&mdash;Christ hath died!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Does conscious genius fire thy haughty mind,</p>
-<p class="t0">Genius, that raises man above his kind,</p>
-<p class="t0">The lofty soul that soars on wing of fire,</p>
-<p class="t0">While crowds at distance marvel and admire?</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! while the charmed world pays her homage just,</p>
-<p class="t0">Remember <i>every talent is a trust</i>,</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_151">151</div>
-<p class="t0">A treasure God doth to thy care confide,</p>
-<p class="t0">A cause for gratitude, but none for pride.</p>
-<p class="t0">If thou that precious talent misapply,</p>
-<p class="t0">To spread the flood of infidelity,</p>
-<p class="t0">To strew with flowers the paths which sinners tread,</p>
-<p class="t0">To hide one treacherous snare by Satan spread,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">How blest, how great, compared to thee, the man</p>
-<p class="t0">Whose life obscurely ends as it began,</p>
-<p class="t0">To whose meek soul no knowledge ere was given</p>
-<p class="t0">Save that&mdash;of all most high&mdash;that lifts the soul to Heaven.</p>
-<p class="t0">For, as the sun&rsquo;s pure radiance, streaming bright,</p>
-<p class="t0">Transcends the glow-worm&rsquo;s dim and fading light,</p>
-<p class="t0">The wisdom to that man vouchsafed from high</p>
-<p class="t0">Excells the earth-born fires that flash&mdash;and die!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! where shall pride securely harbour then,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where urge his claims to rule the minds of men?</p>
-<p class="t0">Blest Eden knew him not,&mdash;where all was fair,</p>
-<p class="t0">Where all was faultless,&mdash;pride abode not there.</p>
-<p class="t0">The glorious angels are above his sway,</p>
-<p class="t0">Their bliss to minister&mdash;to serve&mdash;obey;</p>
-<p class="t0">We&mdash;only we&mdash;poor children of a day,</p>
-<p class="t0">Tread haughtily the ground for our sakes curst,</p>
-<p class="t0">And wear with pride the chains our Surety burst!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_152">152</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Would that the world could know and truly prize</p>
-<p class="t0">That which is great in the Creator&rsquo;s eyes!</p>
-<p class="t0">The poor man, bending o&rsquo;er his scanty store,</p>
-<p class="t0">Who, with God&rsquo;s presence blest, desires no more;</p>
-<p class="t0">Who feels his sins, his weakness, though his ways</p>
-<p class="t0">Be just and pure beyond all <i>human</i> praise;</p>
-<p class="t0">Whose humble thoughts well with his prayer accord,</p>
-<p class="t0">&ldquo;Have mercy upon me, a sinner, Lord!&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Who, heir of an eternal, heavenly throne,</p>
-<p class="t0">Rests all his hopes on Christ, and Christ <i>alone</i>!</p>
-<p class="t0">Wisest of men&mdash;for he alone is wise;</p>
-<p class="t0">Richest of men&mdash;secure his treasure lies;</p>
-<p class="t0">Greatest of men&mdash;his mansion is on high;</p>
-<p class="t0">His Father&mdash;God; his portion&mdash;immortality!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig110">
-<img src="images/p112.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="113" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_153">153</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig111">
-<img src="images/p113.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="97" />
-<h2 class="pcap" id="ch58">IV.
-<br />A DREAM OF THE SECOND ADVENT.</h2>
-</div>
-<div class="img">
-<img src="images/p113a.jpg" alt="(illuminated capital)" width="153" height="150" />
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Deep midnight&mdash;I was startled from my sleep</p>
-<p class="t0">By a clear sound as of a trumpet! Loud</p>
-<p class="t0">It swelled, and louder, thrilling every nerve,</p>
-<p class="t0">Making the heart beat wildly, strangely, till</p>
-<p class="t0">All other senses seemed in hearing lost.</p>
-<p class="t0">Up from my couch I sprang in trembling haste,</p>
-<p class="t0">Cast on my garments, wondering to behold</p>
-<p class="t0">Through half-closed shutters sudden radiance gleam,</p>
-<p class="t0">More clear, more vivid than the glare of day!</p>
-<p class="t0">What marvel, then, that with a breathless hope</p>
-<p class="t0">That gave me wings, forth from my home I rushed,</p>
-<p class="t0">Though heaved the earth as if instinct with life,</p>
-<p class="t0">Its very dust awakening! Can it be&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Is this the call, &ldquo;Behold the Bridegroom comes!&rdquo;</p>
-<p class="t0">Comes He, the long-expected&mdash;long-desired?</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_154">154</div>
-<p class="t0">Crowds thronged the street, with every face upturned,</p>
-<p class="t0">Gazing into the sky&mdash;the flaming sky&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Where every cloud was like a throne of light.</p>
-<p class="t0">None could look back, not even to behold</p>
-<p class="t0">If those beloved were nigh; one thrilling thought</p>
-<p class="t0">Rapt all the multitude&mdash;&ldquo;Can <span class="sc">He</span> be near!&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Then cries of terror rose&mdash;I scarcely heard;</p>
-<p class="t0">And buildings shook, and rocked, and crashing fell&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">I scarcely marked their fall; the trembling ground</p>
-<p class="t0">Rose like the billowy sea&mdash;I scarcely felt</p>
-<p class="t0">The motion, such intensity of hope&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Joy&mdash;expectation&mdash;flooded all my soul,</p>
-<p class="t0">A tide of living light, o&rsquo;erwhelming all</p>
-<p class="t0">The hopes and fears, the cares and woes of earth!</p>
-<p class="t0">Could any doubt remain? Lo! from afar</p>
-<p class="t0">A sound of &ldquo;Hallelujah!&rdquo; ne&rsquo;er before</p>
-<p class="t0">Had mortal ear drunk in such heavenly strain,</p>
-<p class="t0">Save when on Bethlehem&rsquo;s plain the shepherds heard</p>
-<p class="t0">The music of the skies!</p>
-<p class="t10">Behold! behold!</p>
-<p class="t0">Like white-winged angels rise the radiant throng</p>
-<p class="t0">That from yon cemetery&rsquo;s gloomy verge</p>
-<p class="t0">Have burst, immortal&mdash;glorious&mdash;undefiled!</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_155">155</div>
-<p class="t0">Bright as the sun their crowns celestial shine,</p>
-<p class="t0">Yet I behold them with undazzled eye!</p>
-<p class="t0">Oh! that yon glittering canopy of light</p>
-<p class="t0">Would burst asunder, that I might behold</p>
-<p class="t0">Him whom so long, not seeing, I have loved!</p>
-<p class="t0">It parted&mdash;lo! it opened&mdash;as I stood</p>
-<p class="t0">With clasped hands stretched towards heav&rsquo;n, my eager gaze</p>
-<p class="t0">Fixed on the widening glory!</p>
-<p class="t12">Suddenly,</p>
-<p class="t0">As if the burden of the flesh no more</p>
-<p class="t0">Could fetter down the aspiring soul to earth,</p>
-<p class="t0">As if the fleshly nature were consumed&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Lost in the glowing ecstasy of love&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">I soared aloft, I mounted through the air</p>
-<p class="t0">Free as a spirit, rose to meet my Lord</p>
-<p class="t0">With such a cry of rapture&mdash;that I woke!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Oh! misery, to wake in darkness, wake</p>
-<p class="t0">From vision of unutterable joy,</p>
-<p class="t0">Instead of trumpet-sound and song of heaven,</p>
-<p class="t0">To hear the dull clock measuring out time,</p>
-<p class="t0">When I had seemed to touch eternity!</p>
-<p class="t0">In the first pang of disappointed hope,</p>
-<p class="t0">I wept that I could wake from such a dream.</p>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_156">156</div>
-<p class="t0">Until Faith gently whispered, &ldquo;Wherefore weep</p>
-<p class="t0">To lose the faint dim shadow of a joy</p>
-<p class="t0">Of which the substance shall one day be thine?</p>
-<p class="t0">Live in the hope,&mdash;that hope shall brighten life</p>
-<p class="t0">And sanctify it to its highest end.&rdquo;</p>
-</div>
-<div class="verse">
-<p class="t0">Fast roll the chariot wheels of time. <span class="sc">He</span> comes!</p>
-<p class="t0">The Spirit and the Bride expectant wait,&mdash;</p>
-<p class="t0">Even so come, Lord Jesus! Saviour&mdash;come!</p>
-</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig112">
-<img src="images/p114.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="177" />
-<p class="pcap"></p>
-</div>
-<h2 title=""><span class="h2line1">Footnotes</span></h2>
-<div class="fnblock"><div class="fndef"><a class="fn"  id="fn_1" href="#fr_1">[1]</a>The expression used by one who now rests in Christ.
-</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn"  id="fn_2" href="#fr_2">[2]</a>Captain Smith, the captive here mentioned, twice diverted the Indians from their murderous intentions, by drawing their attention to the marvels of the needle.
-</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn"  id="fn_3" href="#fr_3">[3]</a>Pocahontas was presented to James I.
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class="pb" id="Page_157">157</div>
-<div class="img" id="fig113">
-<img src="images/p115.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="95" />
-<h2 class="pcap">Index to First Lines.</h2>
-</div>
-<h3>HYMNS.</h3>
-<p class="center"><a class="ab" href="#index_A">A</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_B">B</a> <span class="ab">C</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_D">D</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_E">E</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_F">F</a> <span class="ab">G</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_H">H</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_I">I</a> <span class="ab">J</span> <span class="ab">K</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_L">L</a> <span class="ab">M</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_N">N</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_O">O</a> <span class="ab">P</span> <span class="ab">Q</span> <span class="ab">R</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_S">S</a> <a class="ab" href="#index_T">T</a> <span class="ab">U</span> <span class="ab">V</span> <a class="ab" href="#index_W">W</a> <span class="ab">X</span> <span class="ab">Y</span> <span class="ab">Z</span></p>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_A">A</dt>
-<dt><span class="small">Page</span></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">After labour sweet is rest</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_34">34</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">A helpless sinner in Thy sight</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_39">39</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">A holy warfare, Lord, is mine</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_79">79</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">An angel of comfort from heaven sped</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_18">18</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_102">102</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_B">B</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Before the morning&rsquo;s toil begin</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_49">49</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_D">D</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Day after day my weary task I ply</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_51">51</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Death is not dreadful, no!</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_106">106</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_E">E</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Earth&rsquo;s bright hopes must fade</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_31">31</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Ere our first parents fell, the ground</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_67">67</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_F">F</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Far from the friends to me most dear</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_59">59</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_43">43</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">&ldquo;Feed thou My lambs,&rdquo; the Saviour said</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_47">47</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Forsake not thou thy father&rsquo;s friend</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_111">111</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Forth from the city gate of Nain</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_95">95</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_H">H</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_71">71</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">How beautiful is Nature&rsquo;s face!</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_75">75</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">How highly blest were those who saw</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_85">85</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">How swiftly flies man&rsquo;s mortal thread</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_41">41</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_I">I</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_69">69</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I cannot see the sunny gleam</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_23">23</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I dare not raise my guilty eye</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_21">21</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I do not dare, O holy Lord</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_15">15</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">In daily rounds my constant course I keep</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_61">61</a></dt>
-<dt class="pb" id="Page_158">158</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o&rsquo;er me</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_57">57</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">In the year that hath passed o&rsquo;er us</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_121">121</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I&rsquo;ve laid the earth above the child</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_27">27</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_53">53</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_L">L</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">&ldquo;Lord! carest Thou not that we perish!&rdquo;</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_88">88</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_N">N</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Not alone in God&rsquo;s house, or in seasons of prayer</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_73">73</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Now in the East Hope&rsquo;s trembling light</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_29">29</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_O">O</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">O God of Hosts, our fathers&rsquo; God</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_77">77</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_S">S</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Souls are perishing before thee</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_119">119</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Standing upon the awful brink</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_117">117</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_T">T</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The awful night hath passed, the day</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_100">100</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The balmy spring awakes the flowers</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_35">35</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The day of life is closing</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_104">104</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The fear of God most high</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_113">113</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The precious blood of Christ my Lord</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_11">11</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">There is a sword of glittering sheen</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_32">32</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_45">45</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The Sabbath sun has risen high</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_55">55</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder&rsquo;s hand</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_25">25</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">The summer blossoms fast decay</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_13">13</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">To whom do I obedience owe</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_63">63</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt class="xttl" id="index_W">W</dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When from the branches&rsquo; leafy screen</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_92">92</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When in our breasts we feel the flame of love</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_97">97</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When on Zion&rsquo;s hill we rest</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_37">37</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When Peter by the miracle</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_90">90</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When shades of night around him close</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_16">16</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">When verdant fields are seen no more</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_65">65</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion&mdash;where thy King?</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_81">81</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Who wisdom&rsquo;s path forsakes</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_115">115</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Why dread the future, trembling one</span><a class="pgref" href="#Page_109">109</a></dt>
-</dl>
-<h3>POEMS.</h3>
-<dl class="indexlr">
-<dt><span class="lr">I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night</span> <a class="pgref" href="#Page_153">153</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Life&rsquo;s deep afflictions not alone demand</span> <a class="pgref" href="#Page_136">136</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Proud&mdash;and of what! poor vain and helpless worm</span> <a class="pgref" href="#Page_149">149</a></dt>
-<dt><span class="lr">Through the majestic forest shade</span> <a class="pgref" href="#Page_125">125</a></dt>
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