TRY WILL BE DORE, ROT MIRE. "And He said, Abba, Father, all things are possible unto Thee; take away this cup from Me: nevertheless not what I will, but what Thou wilt." MARK XIV. 36. Thy will not mine, how great soe'er my crosses, Then shall Thy will be done, and mine. 노모 THE MINSTRELṢY OF CARGE." "And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.". H! witching power of music For God's own voice is speaking And, when the storm beats wildly And fills with consternation And in its fury smiteth The iron rock-bound coast And when the summer ripples In half-formed, broken speech; And when the thunder pealeth Its deep and solemn roll, And ocean's surging bosom Heaves on from pole to pole; For all in one glad chorus -(Fair Nature's world-wide band Performing glorious minstrelsy, Jehovah's words are speaking See note B, page 82. 1 SAMUEL Xvi. 23. And raise the thoughts of triflers O, soft Æolian sighings! O, cataracts' ceaseless roar! O, Switzer's mountain horn! O, winds' funereal dirges O, sweet and dulcet warblings O, church's human choir! Your lighter sounds are soothing Befits its sadness well! As when on wound that's smarting Is poured a healing balm, So on the mind that's anguished And your deeper tones, O music, From earth's remotest bound. Then oh! Jehovah's servants O'er every shore and sea, Till with the host of the redeemed Ye praise the glorious Three! THE WOOER AND The WooED. "My Beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, My love, My fair one, and come away."-SONG OF SOL. II. 10. 모 "I am the true Vine, and my Father is the Husbandman. Every branch in Me that beareth not fruit He taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, He purgeth it that it may bring forth more fruit." JOHN XV. 1, 2. THE BRANCH. AKE me more fruitful, O my Lord, that I may ever be Bunches from which Thou may'st express the rich and ruddy wine, THE VINE. "Would'st thou a branch more fruitful be with glorious bunches crowned ? THE BRANCH. "Over my treasures and my joys, I've cast my grateful eyes, But they support my heavy weight, and so relieve the Vine." THE VINE. "The Vine requires no help from thee, nor from thy hoarded store; The sap So cast away thy golden crutch, and ere long thou shalt sce How the life-blood that's in My veins shall flow as well through thee." THE BRANCH. I've cast away my golden crutch, and now I clearly see, How with Thy life-blood in my veins I shall more fruitful be; THE VINE. "That richest cluster now is ripe, its ripeness shall be proved; THE BRANCH. "Oh! stay, my Lord, and cut not there; Thou makest a mistake: THE VINE. "When thou wast young I thought it well that thou should'st have a wife, But now she tangleth herself too much about thy heart, And bears thee down; so bid farewell, for then she must depart." THE BRANCH. "Then cut and prune, if so Thou wilt; Thou knowest what is best; Let but Thy sap course through my veins; to Thee I leave the rest: If but Thy sap shall nourish me I pray that I may shine A branch luxuriant upon the true and only Vine." |