Star of morn and even, Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home! F. T. Palgrave. 1862. A UTHOR of good, to thee we turn: Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, O, let thy love within us dwell, And, O, by error's force subdued, Not what we wifh, but what we want, The good we ask not, Father, grant; The ill we afk, deny. Merrick. HILE toil and warfare urge us on our way, WHIL And heart is answering heart in fighs of pain, Have we no words of ftrengthening joy to say, No songs for those who suffer but to reign? O for the faithful mind, the steadfast eye, Behold, the paths of life are ours, we see Our bleft inheritance where'er we tread; Sorrow and danger our security, And disappointment lifting up our head. Kings unto God, we may not doubt our power, We must move on through every adverse hour, Yes, all is for us; nothing shall withstand And our affurance 'His unchanging name. We need no hafte where He has said, "Be ftill," No peace where He has charged us to contend; Only the fearless love to do His will, And to fhow forth His honor to the end. O ye that faint and die, arise and live! Sing, ye that all things have a charge to bless! If He is faithful who hath sworn to give, Then be ye also faithful, and poffess. Take thy whole portion with thy Mafter's mind,- Count all the pains that speed thee to thy reft And love fhall teach us, while on Him we lean, Ours be a loyal love for service tried, To fhow by deeds and words, and looks that cheer, How He can bless the scene in which He died, And fill His house with glory even here. Miss A. L. Waring. L TREASURES. ET me count my treasures, Given me by dark spirits Through long days of anguish, Doubt, in mifty caverns, Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long, The bright Crown of Song. |