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With what sweet looks doth Thy love ftiine
"For whom the Lord loveth he chafteneth." — Hebrews xxii. 6.
From the world's flatteries false, and leer?
Henry Vaughan. ' 1622-1695.
Or who that weeps befide a bier
And yet anon and he doth ftart
At the light toys in which his heart
Can now already claim its part.
O heart of ours! so weak and poor,
While every sadder, wiser thought,
O Thou who doft our weakness know,
Grant Thou that we may long retain
LIFE SPRINGING FROM DEATH.
THE seed muft die before the corn appears
Low have these ears before the fickle lain,
The grain is crufhed before the bread is made,
O be content to die, to be laid low,
If thou upon God's table mayft be bread,
R. C. Trench.
A CITY THAT HATH FOUNDATIONS.
THEREFORE, O friend! I would not, if I might,
Therefore in patience I pofless my soul;
Yea, therefore as a flint I set my face,
But in a diftant place.
The thorns are fharp, yet I can tread on them;
The cup is bitter, yet He makes it sweet; My face is fteadfaft toward Jerusalem,
My heart remembers it.
I lift the hanging hands, the feeble knees, —
I, precious more than seven times molten gold,—
Until the day when from his ftorehouses
Beauty for afhes, oil of joy for grief,
Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness;
Although to-day I fade as doth a leaf,
Although to-day He prunes my twigs with pain,
To-morrow I fhall put forth buds again,
Although to-day I walk in tedious ways, —
Yet will I wait for Him the appointed days,
VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.
THROUGH night to light! — And though to mortal eyes
Creation's face a pall of horror wear, Good cheer! good cheer! The gloom of midnight flies; Then fhall a sunrise follow, mild and fair.
Through ftorm to calm ! — And though His thunder-car
Good cheer! good cheer! The elemental war
Through froft to spring! — And though the biting blaft
Of Eurus ftifFen Nature's juicy veins, Good cheer! good cheer! When winter's wrath is part,
Soft, murmuring spring breathes sweetly o'er the plains.