Who stayedft the lightnings of thy holy wrath Thy living word sprang from the heart of man Fearless thou gav'ft it to the winds again; 'T was Manhood's native tongue, and could not die. To thy dear brotherhood life's pulses leap; And wakening ages answer, deep to deep. Rev. S. Johnson. AFFLICTION. BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN, ROM lips divine, like healing balm FRO To hearts oppressed and torn, The heavenly consolation fell, Unto the hopes by sorrow crushed And life, by trials furrowed, bears The fruit of loving deeds. How rich, how sweet, how full of strength, Our human spirits are, Baptized into the sanctities Of suffering and of prayer! Yes, heavenly wisdom, love divine, "O bleffed are the hearts that mourn; I THE GUIDING HAND. "Caft thy burden upon the Lord.". PSALM lv. 22. S this the way, my Father? 'T is, my child. Thou must pass through this tangled, dreary wild, If thou wouldst reach the city, undefiled, Thy peaceful home above. But enemies are round! Yes, child, I know Only seek ftrength above. My Father, it is dark! Child, take my hand, Cling close to me; I'll lead thee through the land; Truft my all-seeing care; so fhalt thou ftand 'Midft glory bright above. My footsteps seem to flide! Child, only raise Me for each fstep above. Child, lean thy head my love that spread hope on, till I have said, O Father, I am weary! "Reft, reft for aye, above." A FIRST SORROW. RISE! this day shall shine, A Forevermore, To thee a star divine, On Time's dark fhore. Till now thy soul has been Bid it awake, and look No fhade has come between Like some long childish dream But now the stream has reached A dark, deep sea, And Sorrow, dim and crowned, Is waiting thee. Each of God's soldiers bears A sword divine: Stretch out thy trembling hands To-day for thine! |