THE LOVE OF GOD. Y God! Thy boundless love I praise; M How bright on high its glories blaze! How sweetly bloom below! It ftreams from Thine eternal throne; 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, But in Thy word I see it shine Proclaiming fins forgiven; There, Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day, And opens all her heaven. Then let the love, that makes me bleft, And all my thoughts and passions tend My soul's eternal good. Henry Moore. 1806. GOD OUR SHEPHERD. HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, THE And feed me with a fhepherd's care; When in the sultry glebe I faint, Though in a bare and rugged way, Though in the paths of death I tread, And guide me through the dreadful fhade. Joseph Addison. 1728. SOWING AND REAPING. "They that sow in tears shall reap in joy."— PSALM CXXVI. 5. OW with a generous hand; Sow Pause not for toil or pain; Weary not through the heat of summer, Weary not through the cold spring rain; But wait till the autumn comes, For the fheaves of golden grain. Scatter the seed, and fear not, – Sow while the earth is broken, Sow; while the seeds are lying In the warm earth's bosom deep, And your warm tears fall upon it, Then sow, for the hours are fleeting, And the seed must fall to-day, And care not what hands fhall reap it, Where the starry light appears, Where, in spite of the coward's doubting, You have sown to-day in tears. Miss A. A. Procter. A DESIRE. TO have dwelt in Bethlehem When the star of the Lord fhone bright! To have sheltered the holy wanderers On that blefféd Chriftmas night! To have kiffed the tender, way-worn feet Of the Mother undefiled, And, with reverent wonder and deep delight, To have tended the Holy Child! Huh! such a glory was not for thee; O to have knelt at Jesus' feet, And to have learnt His heavenly lore! While the rich and the mighty knew Him not, You can serve and love Him ftill. O to have solaced that weeping one |