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I know these bloflbms, cluftering heavily
With evening dew upon their folded leaves,
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.
WHO BY SEARCHING CAN FIND OUT GOD?
ICANNOT find Thee! Still on reftless pinion
I cannot find Thee! Even when moft adoring
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,
"I will put my truft in him."—Heb. ii. 13.
GIVE to the winds thy fears;
Through waves, through clouds and ftorms,
He gently clears thy way;
Soon end in joyful day.
He everywhere hath rule,
And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blefling is,
When He makes bare his arm,
When He his people's cause defends,
Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command:
How wise, how ftrong his hand.
. Thou comprehend'ft him not;
Thou seeft our weakness, Lord,
O, lift thou up the finking hand,
Let us, in life or death,
Boldly thy truth declare;
Thy love and guardian care.
HE Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
From world to world the joy fhall ring,
The Lord is King! who then fhall dare
The Lord is King! Child of the duft,
He reigns! ye saints, exalt your ftrains;
Come, make your wants, your burdens known,
O, when His wisdom can miftake,
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;
Jojiab Conder. 1856.