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DEACE! Be ftill!

1 In this night of sorrow bow, O my heart, contend not thou ! What befalls thee is God's will, – Peace! Be still !

Peace! Be still!
All thy murmuring words are vain, —
God will make the riddle plain :
Wait his word, and bear his will, –
Peace! Be still !

Hold thee ftill!
Though the Father scourge thee sore,
Cling thou to him all the more,
Let him mercy's work fulfil!
Hold thee ftill !

Hold thee ftill !
Though the good Physician's knife
Seem to touch thy very life,
Death alone he means to kill,
Hold thee ftill!

Lord, my God!
Give me grace, that I may be
Thy true child, and silently
Own thy sceptre and thy rod,
Lord, my God!

Shepherd mine!
From thy fulness give me still
Faith to do and bear Thy will,
Till the morning light shall shine, —
Shepherd mine!

From the German.

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He sees thee weep, yet doth not blame

The weakness of thy Aesh and heart; Thy human nature is the same

As that in which he took a part.

He knows its weakness, for he felt

The crushing power of pain and woe,

How body, soul, and spirit melt,

And faint beneath the stunning blow.

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Turn thee to Him, to Him alone;

For all that our poor lips can say To soothe thee, broken-hearted one,

Would fail to comfort thee to-day.

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Jesus himself will comfort thee,

In his own time, in his own way; And haply more than “two or three”

Unite in prayer for thee to-day.

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M Y God, whose gracious pity I may claim,

Calling thee Father, sweet, endearing name! The sufferings of this weak and weary frame, ,

All, all are known to Thee.

From human eye 't is better to conceal
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel ;
But oh! the thought does tranquillize and heal, -

All, all is known to Thee.

Each secret conflict with indwelling sin,
Each fickening fear I ne'er the prize shall win,
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, —

All, all are known to Thee.

Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, —
Each drop that fills my daily cup; thy hand
Prescribes for ills none else can understand.

All, all is known to Thee.

Nor will the bitter draught distasteful prove,
When I recall the Son of thy dear love;
The cup thou wouldst not for our sakes remove,

That cup he drank for me.

And welcome, precious can his Spirit make
My little drop of suffering for his sake.
Father, the cup I drink, the path I take, -

All, all is known to Thee.

Adelaide L. Newton.


“While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen : for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.” – 2 Cor. iv. 18

L OW shalt thou bear the cross that now

1 So dread a weight appears? Keep quietly to God, and think

Upon the Eternal Years.

Austerity is little help,

Although it somewhat cheers ;
Thine oil of gladness is the thought

Of the Eternal Years.

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