And one-he had toiled amid burning sands, He had grasped the plough with a fevered hand, But another, and yet another, That deserted field had filled, Nor vainly the seed they scattered Where a brother's care had tilled. Some with eager step went boldly forth, Some watered the scarcely budding blade, Her days were sad and weary, And she never went forth to sow ; But there rose from her lonely couch of pain COME UNTO ME. ST MATTHEW Xi, 28. CHILD of sorrrow, doubt, and care, Whose weary load is hard to bear, "Come unto Me," Tell Me thy every want and care, Come and pour out thy soul in prayer, Thy trials I will gladly share, "Come unto Me." Lone one! all stricken with the blow, Hast thou lost friends or parents dear, Weary one, burdened with thy sin, Wash in My blood thy crimson stain, No trace of guilt will then remain, Say, was My death for thee in vain, "Come unto Me." Lonely watcher in the night, Counting the hours till morning light, "Come unto Me;" I marked the tear bedew thine eye, My sympathy is ever nigh, "Come unto Me." Fading one, whose hectic cheek Dread not the entrance to the tomb, Mourner, with thy heart so rent, My hand it was that stirred thy nest, And thou, thou too, "Come unto Me." Warrior in the battle rife, Tremble not at the sharp contest, Come, and lean on thy Captain's breast, Sailor on the ocean wide, Away from home and kindred's side, "Come unto Me;" Dread not the raging sea so deep, Thy Saviour o'er thee guard doth keep, And blest are they who in Jesus sleep, "Come unto Me." Yea, come and taste My love sublime, Come,-while my call ye can obey, Come, and be clothed in robes of white, Come, and be of the seraph throng, EMMA MOODY. FROM CLOUD TO LIGHT. THE way is dark, my Father! Cloud upon cloud The day declines, my Father, and the night And from the night lead up to light. The path is rough, my Father! Many a thorn The throng is great, my Father! Many a doubt And through the throng lead safe along. The cross is heavy, Father! I have borne "Sacred Songs." UPWARD. UPWARD, where the stars are burning, Round the never-changing pole; Upward, where the sky is brightest, |