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THE LOVE OF GOD.
M Y God! Thy boundless love I praise ;
How sweetly bloom below!
And o’er the earth they Aow.
'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
Their genial .drops distil ;
And glides in every rill.
But in Thy word I see it shine
Proclaiming fins forgiven;
And opens all her heaven.
Then let the love, that makes me blest,
. And ardent gratitude ;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
Henry Moore. 1806.
GOD OUR SHEPHERD.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
1 And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
COW with a generous hand;
Pause not for toil or pain;
Weary not through the cold spring rain ;
For the sheaves of golden grain.
Scatter the seed, and fear not,
A table will be spread ;
To eat your hard-earned bread?
For the hungry must be fed.
Sow; — while the seeds are lying
In the warm earth’s bosom deep,
And your warm tears fall upon it,
They will stir in their quiet sleep, And the green blades rise the quicker,
Perchance, for the tears you weep.
Then sow, — for the hours are fleeting,
And the seed must fall to-day,
Or if you shall have passed away
Shall gladden the sunny day.
Sow, — and look onward, upward,
Where the starry light appears,
Or your own heart's trembling fears,
Miss A. A. Procter.
To have kissed the tender, way-worn feet
Of the Mother undefiled, And, with reverent wonder and deep delight,
To have tended the Holy Child !
Hush! such a glory was not for thee ;
But that care may still be thine ;
For the sake of the Child divine ?
To thy heart and thy home to take ? And are there no mothers whose weary hearts
You can comfort for Mary's sake ?
O to have knelt at Jesus' feet,
And to have learnt His heavenly lore ! To have listened the gentle lessons He taught
On mountain and sea and shore ! While the rich and the mighty knew Him not,
To have meekly done His will ! Hush! for the worldly reject Him yet,
You can serve and love Him still. Time cannot silence His mighty words,
And though ages have fled away, His gentle accents of love divine
Speak to your soul to-day.
O to have solaced that weeping one
Whom the righteous dared despise !