Set hours and written rule are good, But it is better calm for thee Oh! many things are good for souls, Thy self-upbraiding is a snare, Brave quiet is the thing for thee, Bear gently, suffer like a child, Kiss the sweet Cross, and in thy heart Thy Cross is quite enough for thee, Though little it appears; For there is hid in it the weight Of the Eternal Years. And knowit thou not how bitterness An ailing spirit cheers? Thy medicine is the ftrengthening thought Of the Eternal Years. One Cross can sanctify a soul; Late saints and ancient seers Were what they were because they mused Upon the Eternal Years. Death will have rainbows round it seen If tranquil Hope but trims her lamp Frederick Faber. "WHAT ARE THESE IN BRIGHT ARRAY?" WHAT are these in bright array? This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Hymning one triumphant song : Worthy is the Lamb once flain, Bleffing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour." These through fiery trials trod; Sealed with his almighty name, Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, And forever from their eyes God fhall wipe away the tear. James Montgomery. 1803-1853. "Take away the dross from the filver, and there shall come forth a vessel ICKNESS is a school severe, Where the soul, (in childhood here,) Wayward, 'neath a milder sway, Learns to think, and learns to pray. Bleft and wise its discipline, Wert thou thoughtless, led away Wert thou selfish, thinking not Wert thou fretful, harsh, unkind, Though with countless mercies bleft, Wert thou proud, exalted high God now ftrips thee, lays thee low, All thy nothingness to fhow. Dwelt thy soul at ease, affured Is the one thing needed most That which scarce thy mind has croffed? "Soul, awake, thy fleep is death!" Charlotte Elliott. BEREAVEMENT. FLO LOW on, thou Fountain of my joy, Thou seeft what will work for good, Thou knoweft how to bless. Get thyself glory, O my God, Be praised in my distress! O, let Thy true, refining love |