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I know these bloflbms, cluftering heavily

With evening dew upon their folded leaves,
Can claim no value nor utility; —
Therefore fhall fragrancy and beauty be
The glory of my fheaves.

So do I gather ftrength and hope anew,

For well I know thy patient love perceives Not what I did, but what I ftrove to do; And, though the full, ripe ears be sadly few, Thou wilt accept my fheaves.

Atlantic Monthly. GOD.

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WHO BY SEARCHING CAN FIND OUT GOD?

ICANNOT find Thee! Still on reftless pinion
My spirit beats the void where Thou doft dwell;
I wander loft through all Thy vaft dominion,
And fhrink beneath Thy Light ineffable.

I cannot find Thee! Even when moft adoring
Before Thy fhrine I bend in lowlieft prayer,
Beyond these bounds of thought, my thought, upsoaring,
From furtheft queft comes back; Thou art not there.

Yet high above the limits of my seeing,

And folded far within the inmoft heart,

And deep below the deeps of conscious being,

Thy splendor fhineth; there, O God! Thou art.

I cannot lose Thee! Still in Thee abiding,
The End is clear, how wide so e'er I roam;
The Law that holds the worlds my fteps is guiding,
And I muft reft at laft in Thee, my home.

Eliza Scudder.

"I will put my truft in him."—Heb. ii. 13.

GIVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy fighs, and counts thy tears;
God mall lift up thy head.

Through waves, through clouds and ftorms,

He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so mall the night

Soon end in joyful day.

He everywhere hath rule,

And all things serve his might;

His every act pure blefling is,
His path unsullied light.

When He makes bare his arm,
What mall his work withftand?

When He his people's cause defends,
Who then fhall ftay his hand?

Leave to his sovereign sway

To choose and to command:
With wonder filled, thou then malt own

How wise, how ftrong his hand.

. Thou comprehend'ft him not;
Yet earth and heaven tell,
God fits as sovereign on the throne:
He ruleth all things well.

Thou seeft our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee;

O, lift thou up the finking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!

Let us, in life or death,

Boldly thy truth declare;
And publifh, with our lateft breath,

Thy love and guardian care.

Moravian.

HE Lord is King! lift up thy voice,

From world to world the joy fhall ring,
The Lord Omnipotent is King.

The Lord is King! who then fhall dare
Refift His will, diftruft His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?

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The Lord is King! Child of the duft,
The Judge of all the earth is juft:
Holy and true are all His ways:
Let every creature speak His praise.

He reigns! ye saints, exalt your ftrains;
Your God is King, your Father reigns;
And He is at the Father's fide,
The Man of Love, the crucified.

Come, make your wants, your burdens known,
He will present them at the Throne;
And angel bands are waiting there
His menage's of love to bear.

O, when His wisdom can miftake,
His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to fing,
The Lord Omnipotent is King.

Alike pervaded by His eye,

All parts of His dominion lie;

This world of ours, and worlds unseen,

And then the boundary between.

One Lord, one empire, all secures;
He reigns, and life and death are yours:
Through earth and heaven one song fhall ring,
The Lord Omnipotent is King.

Jojiab Conder. 1856.

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