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PEACE! Be ftill!
Peace! Be ftill!
All thy murmuring words are vain,—
Hold thee ftill!
Though the Father scourge thee sore,
Hold thee ftill!
Though the good Phyfician's knife
Lord, my God!
From the German.
YES, thou mayft weep, for Jesus fhed
He sees thee weep, yet doth not blame
Thy human nature is the same
He knows its weakness, for he felt
How body, soul, and spirit melt,
And faint beneath the ftunning blow.
What if poor finners count thy grief
He who can give thy soul relief
Knows that thou art submiflive ftill.
Turn thee to Him, to Him alone;
For all that our poor lips can sav To soothe thee, broken-hearted one,
Would fail to comfort thee to-day.
We will not speak to thee, but fit
Grief has its ebbs and flows; 't is fit
Jesus himself will comfort thee,
And haply more than "two or three"
ALL, ALL IS KNOWN TO THEE.
"When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou kneweft my path."— Psalm cxlii. 3.
MY God, whose gracious pity I may claim,
From human eye 't is better to conceal
Each secret conflict with indwelling sin,
Each fickening fear I ne'er the prize fhall win,
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, —
All, all are known to Thee.
Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, —
All, all is known to Thee.
Nor will the bitter draught diftafteful prove,
And welcome, precious can his Spirit make
Adelaide L. Newton.
THE ETERNAL YEARS.
"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
HOW fhalt thou bear the cross that now
Aufterity is little help,
Although it somewhat cheers;
Of the Eternal Years.