We take with solemn thankfulness Though dim as yet in tint and line, Thy will be done! And if, in our unworthiness, If from Thy ordeal's heated bars If, for the age to come, this hour Thy will be done! Strike, Thou the Mafter, we Thy keys, The anthem of the deftinies! The minor of Thy loftier ftrain, Our hearts fhall breathe the old refrain, Thy will be done! J. G. Whittier. ST. CHRISTOPHER. ARRY me across !" "CA The Syrian heard, rose up and braced His huge limbs to the accustomed toil: My child, see how the waters boil? The night-black heavens look angry-faced; But life is little loss. "I'll carry thee with joy, If needs be, safe as neftling dove: Cheerful, Arprobus took The burden on his fhoulders great, "Who art thou? cried he wild, Struggling in middle of the ford : Boy as thou look'ft, it seems to me The whole world's load I bear in thee, Yet" "For the sake of Chrift, thy Lord, Carry me," said the child. No more Arprobus swerved, But gained the farther bank, and then The Mafter thou haft served." And in the moonlight blue The saint saw-not the wandering boy, Till, filled with myftic, awful joy, His dear Lord Chrift he knew. O, little is all loss, And brief the space 'twixt fhore and fhore, Through the deep waters of our way, To carry Thee across. Miss D. Muloch. THC THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH. HOU, long disowned, reviled, oppreft, Seeking through weary years a rest How late thy bright and awful brow Breaks through these clouds of fin! Hail, Truth Divine! we know thee now, Angel of God, come in! Come, though with purifying fire, And desolating sword, Thou of all nations the defire! Earth waits thy cleanfing word. Struck by the lightning of thy glance, Anoint our eyes with healing grace, To see, as ne'er before, Our Father in our brother's face, Our Maker in His poor. Flood our dark life with golden day; Then to a mightier yield thy sway, And Love be all in all. REIGN OF CHRIST. Eliza Scudder. K INGDOMS and thrones to God belong; Crown him, ye nations, in your song; His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honors shall enrich your verse. He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; In Israel are his mercies known; Israel is his peculiar throne. He is your life, your joy, your reft; Isaac Watts. |