“When J Awake J am Still with Thee.” TILL, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh and the shadows Aee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee! Alone with thee! amid the mystic shadows, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, Thine image in the waters of my breast. Still, still with thee! as to each new-born morning Breathe each new day, nearness to thee and heaven. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Oh! in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought—I am with thee. Mrs. Stowe, B Gethsemane. EYOND where Cedron's waters flow, To sad Gethsemane ; His countenance is all divine, He bows beneath the sins of men ; He lifts His mournful eyes above- With gentle resignation still, "Behold Me here, thine only Son ; The Father heard; and angels, there, He drank the dreadful cup of pain- When storms of sorrow round us sweep, We'll look, and see the Saviour there, S. F. Smith Calvary. SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down ; Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss till now was thine; Yet though despised and gory, What thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Mine, mine was the transgression, Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! The joy can ne'er be spoken, I'd breathe my soul to thee. What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend, O make me thine for ever; Be near me when I'm dying, These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move, For he who dies believing, Dies safely, through thy love. Gerhardt, translated by J. W. Alexander. Strength from the Cross. T is finished!" Man of Sorrows! While extended there we view thee, Not in vain for us, uplifted, Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, Still to thee! whose love unbounded, Perfected by conflicts sore. |