I leave to Thee whate'er is mine, I know that richest gifts are Thine, Thou canft and Thou wilt make me bleft, For Thou haft promised, and our Lord Will never break His promised word. Thou loveft me, Father, with the love Still glads me, though my tears may run; What all the world could ne'er beftow. Then I can let the world go by, And yet be still and reft in Thee; I fit, I walk, I stand, I lie, Thou ever watchest over me, Lyra Germanica. DISCIPLINE. 'HE world can neither give nor take, THE Nor can they comprehend, The peace of God, which Chrift has bought, The peace which knows no end. The burning bufh was not consumed The three, when Jesus made the fourth, God's furnace doth in Zion stand; As the refiner views his gold, His thoughts are high, His love is wise, And, though He does not always smile, He loves unto the end. Cento by Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. 1780. RESTING IN GOD. Y God protects; my fears begone! MY What can the Rock of Ages move? While Thou art intimately nigh, All powers of evil I defy; I lean upon my Father's breaft. I reft beneath the Almighty's fhade, Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Charles Wesley. 1739-1762. "So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron, heard in the house while it was building.". -I KINGS Vi. 7. HEN God upheaved the pillared earth, WHE Hung out the stars, to light gave birth, 'T was filence all, as chaos fled. When rose the fane on Zion's hill, Thus laboring through life's working day, Thus air and flame fhall space o'ercome, Great God! thus let the temple rise Lewis G. Pray. THE HEART'S PRAYER. AS, S, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the ftill prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises, filent, to Thee, My God! filent, to Thee, Pure, warm, filent, to Thee. As ftill to the star of its worship, though clouded, True, sure, trembling, to Thee. T. Moore. PEACE, TROUBLED SOUL. EACE, troubled soul! Thou needst not fear, PEA Thy great Protector ftill is near; He who has fed will feed thee still; Be calm, and fink into His will; Peace, doubting heart! diftruft not God; SUMMER STUDIES. WHY 7HY fhouldft thou ftudy in the month of June In dufky books of Greek and Hebrew lore, When the Great Teacher of all glorious things Paffes in hourly light before thy door? |