* --m ■-■:■-■- ''r^% K ■'•^^.t ( fflarts is §t. '§mnt. HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE. 3 vols. 18mo. $2.25. *' Since "Watts and Newton laid down their tuneful harps there has been no sweeter singer in Israel tlian Horatius Bonar. . . . Few writers of sacred song, of any age, have equalled him in simple beauty of thought and language, or in the terse presentation of great truths in poetic measure." — Albany Evening Journal. BIBLE THOUGHTS AND THEMES. OiiD Testament .... $2.00 I Acts . $2.00 Gospels 2.00 | Epistles 2.00 Revelation $2.00 " This is a collection of condensed riches of Bible truth. The author has walked in the fields of the Old and New Testaments, and gathered a harvest of ripe fruits, which he spreads invitingly for the Christian reader. The volumes are beautifully printed on toned paper." God's Way of Peace $0.50 God's Way of Holiness 0.60 Night of Weeping 0.50 Morning of Joy 0.60 Story of Grace 0.50 Eternal Day 0.75 Family Sermons 1.75 Life of Rev, John Milne 2.00 Any of tliese sent by mail, postage prepaid, on receipt of the price. • ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, Neio York. ,^>»^ THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION, ^ntj ©tjer ptas. BY HORATIUS BONAR, D.D., AOTHOE OP "HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE. XEW yorST ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, 530 Broabway. 1872. ilriss of JOHN WILSON AND SON, Cambridge. CONTENTS. PAGE The Song of the New Creation 9 The Mountain of Myrrh 31 Evening by Evening 35 Homeward 38 The Coming Reign 40 My Mother Earth 41 The Year's Last Moment 47 Divine Discipline 49 Return unto thy Rest 51 The Purging of the Temple 53 Truth's Ancestry 55 The Desert Rock 57 The Glory to be Revealed 60 The Eternal "Work 61 The Hymn of the Dark World 64 Laudate 66 The Mighty God 67 Divine Acquaintanceship 69 The Cup of Cold Water 70 The Last Enemy 72 Laudate Deum 74 The Hidden Cross 75 The True Cross 77 Doubt not 78 Ye know not what ye ask 80 VI CONTENTS. PAGE New axd Old 82 The Heavenly Anchor 84 Let us Draw Near 86 The Things that God hath Cleansed 89 What we shall be 90 The Stone rolled Away 92 For Ever Perfect 97 Show us Jesus 100 The Second Death 102 These are the True Sayings of God 103 The Light is Come 105 Praise 107 The Fountain-head of Beauty 108 Remember Me 110 Intercession Ill Taken away from the Evil to Come 113 Relics of Love 114 The Fulness of the Unseen 117 Light of Life 118 Wind-Songs 120 The Days of Thy Youth 122 Speak, for Thy Servant heareth 127 The Just for the Unjust 129 Furnace Heat 131 Bread Enough and to Spare 132 The Suppkr of Thanksgiving 134 The Supper and the Advent 137 The Master's Voice 140 Human Weariness and Divine Rest 143 The Seamless Raiment 146 CONTENTS. VU PAGH Creation's Song 150 One Faith and Hope 151 The Eye Opening on the Cross 152 Early Saved 156 To the Holy Spirit 158 Other Gods 160 The Winter is Past 165 Faith and Hope 170 I AM with Thee 171 The Drops of the Night 172 Who is he that Condemn eth? 174 Toward the Mark 176 The Eternal Rock 178 Lord, increase our Faith 180 Christmas Cheer 181 It won't be Long 1£3 Come to Thy Temple 184 Pentecost 1S6 The Cross- Wearer 188 Thou shalt know hereafter 190 The Coming Creed 192 The Yoke of the True Master 194 Be Strong 196 Beyond the Mists • 198 Elijah's Ascension 200 The Still Small Voice 204 For Me 206 Know ye not ? 207 Linger not 210 The Strength of Evil 212 Mil CONTEXTS. PAGE Tkansfoemkd Darkless 214 Up the Hill 215 Watching for the Master 216 In Him was Life 219 The Double Stak 220 The Light of the Risen One 221 Enter into thy Closet 222 Unbeginning and Unending 223 Sabbaths 224 Heavenly Sunshine 228 New-Year's Hymn 227 SURGITE 228 Psalm XXXVII 239 „ XXXVIII 244 „ XXXIX 247 „ XL 249 „ XLI 253 „ XLII 255 „ XLIII 257 „ XLIV 258 „ XLVI 262 „ XLVII 263 „ XLVIII 2G5 ., XLLX 267 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. Appropinquat enim dies In qua justis erit quies; Qua cessabunt persequentes Et regnabunt patientes. Dies ille, dies vitae, Dies lucis inauditse ; Qua nox omnis destruetur, Et mors ipsa morietur. Old Hymn. It draweth near ! That day, — of days the day, — For which the Bridegroom waits, For which the virgins pray ; For which earth sighs, and hastes To greet it on its way ; Asking, as on it comes, Why this so long delay ? It draweth near at last ! Who shall its advent stay ? 1* 10 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. It hastes to rise ! That sun, — of suns the sun, — Whose rising is the pledge Of evil all undone, Of darkness at an end, And heavenly day begun ; The war of ages o'er. And the last battle won. It hasteth to arise. Its glorious race to run. It breathes o'er earth ! That balm-exhaling air, In heaven's own odor steeped. To a sick world to bear The health of that pure realm, Where sickness is not, where True life has its abode, And in which all things rare Flourish, but never fade. Divinely soft and fair. It swelleth forth ! That song, — of songs the song, — THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 11 Creation's melody, From harps till now mistrmig, The new, sweet, matin hymn, As yet on earth misung. Poured in rich burst of praise From every heart and tongue ; The anthem of a world Redeemed from woe and wrong. Behold, He comes ! And with Him comes the love Which makes these wastes below Like heaven of heavens above ; When round His central throne Shall all creation move ; No atom out of place, jSTo will to swerve or rove ; Swayed by the silent breath Of the eternal Dove. He comes in power ! The King, — of kings the King, — All righteousness and peace In His right hand to bring ; 12 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. Into the last abyss Each rebel crown to fling ; Time's ages of misrule To end ; that now may spring Order and law and light Beneath His holy wing. He comes in pomp ! The holy pomp of heaven, When sin is at its height, And earth is all unshriven. Scorched by no human fire, No cloud-begotten levin. His banded foes fall back. Before His fury driven. The nations of the world Into His hand are given. He comes in light ! Girt with His golden zone, Arrayed in heavenly white. With light his pathway strewn. Like a long-absent Prince Returning to his throne; THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 13 No more disowned, unloved, No more nnpraised, unknown, He comes to share His light And glory with His own. He sjDeaks at last The word, — of words the word, — " Lo, I make all things new ! " And now with sweet accord The heavens and earth obey ; The imiverse is stirred When, from the throne of thrones, The potent voice is heard, " Old things now pass away, And Eden is restored." The foe is bound With the unbreaking chain ; The spoiler now is spoiled, No more o'er earth to reign ; Purged is creation now From the primeval stain Of the old serpent's trail. Never to rise again, 14 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. The prince of evil falls, Slain with the mighty slaiQ. Death's reign is done ! The grave gives up its dead ; The blessed sleepers wake, One mth theu" blessed Head. Life triumphs over death. The enemy has fled ; The tyrant of the tomb Is now a captive led. Upon his head at last His daughters visited. The curse is gone ! The blessLQg comes instead ; And now, where'er we go. On hallowed ground we tread. The canopy of love Is stretched above our head ; The son, no longer curst. Is like a garden spread ; The wilderness re-blooms With verdure overlaid. THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 15 AH strife is o'er ! Ended the world's rude jar ; And universal peace Succeeds the age of war. Man's pride, and rage, and hate, Have gone and left no scar ; Of all that laid earth waste, Nothing remains to mar The mellow calm that rests On all things near and far. No sorrow comes ! All tears are wiped away ; No shade of weariness On eye or brow can stay. Each new morn's sweet song is The song of yesterday. Faith's future wears no frown. And hope knows no delay ; No cloud of unbelief Absorbs one heavenly ray. New heavens and earth. In holy beauty bright. 16 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. Arise and shine, like morn When ends the clouded night. New heavens, and earth, and sea, Free from all stain and blight, Spread out their sparkling robes. Their raiment clean and white ; — O region of the pure. Land of unknown delight ! Zion awakes, Jerusalem puts on Her beauty and her strength ; True city of the Sun, Thy light, thy light is come ; Ascend thy shining throne ! Thy warfare now is o'er, Thy enemies o'erthrown ; Wave, wave thy palm on high. Thy victory is won. City of peace ! In bridal beauty clad, Thy day of mourning done. No more thy voice is sad. THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 17 Thy King is in thee now ; He who in anger bade Thy foes exult o'er thee, He who in vengeance had Sent fire into thy towers, Has come to make thee glad. O pleasant land ! Land of the mighty too. No cloud remains to dim Thy sky of stainless blue. No lion shall be there. Nor beast of prey pass through ; Thy fields, and vales, and streams. How excellent to view ! Upon thy thousand hills Glistens the holy dew. The storm is spent ! Faint-breathing into balm ; The Master's " Peace, be stiU ! " Has wrought the blessed calm. And now the breeze of heaven Sighs soft through each fair palm ; 18 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. The voice of righteous men Swells out in each glad psalm, Praise to the Son of God, Praise to the great I AM. The sword is sheathed ! The spear is flung aside ; The gathered hosts disband, And scatter far and wide. Man's blood no longer stains The river's crystal tide ; The sky no longer rings With shouts of human pride. 'Tis universal peace. Each note of war has died. Jehovah reigns! And now the nations praise ; The Christ of God is King ; In righteousness He sways. Over a happy world, The sceptre of His grace ; The khigdoms all are His, His strength the earth upstays ; THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 19 His glory fills the heavens, His word the world obeys. Jerusalem, City of sun and gold. The dwelling of the saints, Descendeth, as foretold. In words of living fire. By Hebrew seers of old ; Of the one flock of God, The everlasting fold ; Earth's tribes walk in its light And glory manifold. The city shines In splendor from afar. In the round firmament Like a new burnished star. Eternal love within ; No din, nor strife, nor jar : For all of every clime Its pearly gates unbar ; Peace walks its golden streets. Fled every sound of war ! 20 THE SONG OF THE NEW CKEATION. No sun by clay ! By night no moon they need ; Jehovah is their light, From mist and darkness freed. The Lamb upon the throne Is all the light they need ; He to the wells of life Daily His own doth lead ; And on His pastures green Sweetly His own doth feed. Clear flows the stream From the supernal throne ; Stream of eternity, All heavenly streams in one ; Whose waters carry life And freshness all its own, With immortality And gladness now unknown. Upon its banks are heard The songs of joy alone. Blessed are they AYho to the great repast, THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 21 The supper of the Lamb, Are called, that they may taste The heavenly viands there ; Who at that table rest, Drinking in all its love, Reclining on the breast Of Him who is Himself The Master and the feast. No night is there ! No shadow ever falls Upon thy golden streets. Or stains thy jasper walls. No watchman on thy towers The night-homi-s nightly calls ; No plunderer of the dark The startled ear appals. 'Tis endless festival Within thy princely halls. Thy citizens No coming sunset dread ; Above them the mild light Of a soft sky is spread. 22 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. No more by wasting storms To be revisited. Nor age nor siege tliey fear ; All enemies have fled. The glory now retm-ns To rest above thy head. The tree of Hfe Yieldeth its endless store ; Twelve harvests year by year. The palm and sycamore, The olive of the hills, Old Judah's tree of yore, No beauty had Hke tliis, Nor such abundance bore ; Its very leaves are life And health for evermore. The Cross has won ! The GaHlean now Has conquered in the fight. For us He smote the foe. For us He led the war. And laid the strong one low. THE SO^G OF THE NEW CREATION. 23 His blood hath washed the earth, And 23urged all thmgs below ; Earth's glory now is His ; Its crown is on His brow. The song goes up ! From every breathing thing Upon the holy soil From which th' old serpent's sting Has been for ever plucked ; Streams, hills, and forests bring. In sweetly swelling strains. Their happy offering ; And praises everywhere Ascend to earth's one King. Glory to God ! Glory to Christ the Lord ; Glory in earth and heaven. Glory with one accord ; To Him who earth uj^holds By His almighty word ; To Him by whom all things Have been at la^t restored ! 24 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. His is the name of names, In heaven and earth adored. Thrice-happy earth ! Guilty, but now forgiven ; From which has been expelled The all-dehling leaven. Oh what a day is thine, The brightest of the seven ! The day of days, ere long To be in mercy given, When heaven shall be on earth, And earth shall all be heaven. Thrice-happy earth ! All perfect and all fair ; Which of the orbs above May once with thee compare ? Gem of the universe ! The seat of beauty rare ; Dear home of love and truth, Of all things perfect, where Reigneth the righteous ffing. Creation's Lord and Heir. THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 25 Thrice-happy earth ! Henceforth the first and best Of handiworks divine ; Once ruined and unblest ; Now washed and beautified, The jDlace of God's own rest Throughout the eternal age, In splendor manifest, As the one blood-bought orb, The island of the blest. Great mystery ! Among the orbs that are Sparkling above in light ; Of all, or near or far, The brightest and the best : Once seat of woe and jar, The least and loneliest ; Now with no sin to mar, It rolls in new-born glow. The one redeemed star. Thy fellows shine, Each in his own clear light ; 2 26 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. But not like thine their glow, So exquisitely bright ; On which has never shone A love so infinite As that which thou hast found, — The love which washes white Sin's stain, and into day Turns the profoundest night. Upon their soil No cross has ever stood. They have no Bethlehem, And no incarnate God. They have no Golgotha, And no all-23urging blood ; No lamb of sacrifice, No cleansing laver-flood ; No priestly word of peace Making all evil good. 'Tis not their soil (Though with all beauty stored, And sparkling with fair light. As all with one accord THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. They speak their Maker's praise), Of which the eternal Word Took part, and upon which His blood divine was poured. They cannot claim to be Of kindred with their Lord. They cannot say, 'Twas here He lived and died, And here upon this tree For us was crucified. This earth of ours alone, Of all the orbs beside, The million orbs of space. Can claim to be allied To Godhead ; and to heaven So firmly, sweetly tied. Their history. Great though perchance it be. And ftiU of miracle, — The wondi'ous history Of more stupendous orbs Sweepmg in majesty 27 28 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. Round wider, stranger depths Of vast infinity, — Is not like ours, so fraught With heavenly mystery. This earthly orb Is dull, and poor, and small ; Thick clouds engirdle it Like a funereal pall. It wheels through narrow space An obscure silent ball ; And to a thousand suns Is debtor still for all The daily, nightly lights That gently on it fall. Yet to this globe All Godhead has come down ; Here is the link divine That knits the upper throne To creaturehood below, Never to be undone ! This world, long wandering Without a star or sun. THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. 29 That seemed for ever lost, Is now for ever won. For ever won ! Plucked from the power of sin, And made all holiness. Now with the sons of men God's tents for ever pitched ! No shadow of a staia ; On all Creation's round ! The old destroyer slain ; And now at last begun The pure and holy reign. The reign of right Supplants the sway of wrong ; The reign of promised peace To earth has come : the long. Long era of the blest ! With now unloosed tongue The nations utter praise ; Earth's broken harp is strung. Creation now is glad, And sings its ancient song. 30 THE SONG OF THE NEW CREATION. Earth is all new ! A beauty now is given Greater than what it lost ; Its fetters all are riven ; Creation is set free, And the dark spoiler driven From his usurped seat ; The foul, corrupting leaven Of evil is purged out. And earth is one with heaven. Most holy place ! O beauty ever fair ; O fields that never fade, rich and balmy air ; O home for ever freed From weariness and care ; O halls in which the robes Of festival they wear ! No dread of coming change Disturbs the gladness there. New heavens, new earth ! Knit sweetly into one, THE MOUNTAIN OF MYRRH. 31 No more to separate. The ancient curse is gone ; With no sad seed of death Thy purged soil is sown ; Thy seas no tempests know, Thy skies no clouded sun ; God's purpose is fulfilled, The acfe of evil done ! THE MOUNTAIN OF MYRRH. Up to the fair myrrh-mountain, The fresh frankincense hill, I'll get me in tliis midnight, And drmk of love my fill. O hills of fragrance, smUing With every flower of love ; O slopes of sweetness, breathing Your odors from above ! Ye send me silent welcome, I waft you mine again ; 32 THE MOUNTAIN OF MYRRH. Give me the wings of morning, Bm-st this still-binding chain : For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. Amid time's angry uproar, Unmoved, miruffled still. Keep, keep me calmly, truly. Doing the loved One's will. 'jMid diQ of stormy voices, The clamor and the war, Keep me with eye full-gazing On the eternal star ; Still working, suffering, loving. Still true and self-denied, In the old faith abiding, To the old names allied : For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. From earthly power and weakness Keep me alike apart; From self-will and unmeekness, From pride of lip or heart. THE MOUNTAIN OF MYRRH. 33 Without let tempests gather ; — Let all be calm within, Urijfretted and mishaken By human strife and sin. And when these limbs are weary, And throbs this sleepless brain, With breath from yon myrrh-mountain Revive my soul again : For soon shall break the day. And shadows flee away. There my beloved dwelleth, He calls me up to him ; He bids me quit these valleys, These moorlands brown and dim. There my long-parted wait me, The missed and mourned below ; Now, eager to rejoin them, I fain would rise and go. Not long below we linger, Not long we here shall sigh ; The hour of dew and dawning Is hastening from on high : 2* c 34 THE MOUNTAIN OF MTKRH. For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. streaks of haj)py day-spring, Salute us from above ! never-settmg sunlight, Earth longeth for thy love ; O hymns of luiknown gladness, That hail us from these skies, Swell till you gently silence Earth's meaner melodies ! O hope all hope surpassing, For evermore to be, O Christ, the Church's Bridegroom, In Paradise with thee : For soon shall break the day. And shadows flee away. EVENING BY EVENING. 36 EVENING BY EVENING. Advesperascit ; et inclinavit dies. Good night, ye gems of beauty, Good night, thou gentle blue ; On quiet bed I lay me. And bid farewell to you. Good night, ye wakeful woodlands. Good night, ye sleejDing flowers, Amid whose smiles and odors I've passed day's wayward hours. Good night, ye star-tipt mountains, Old friends, the tried and true ; Good night, ye wandering waters ; Ocean, good night to you. Good night to all, but not to Thee, My God, who ever art with me. Good night, dear faces round me. Night's hours will swiftly run ; And we shall say, Good morning. At the ascendinff sun. 36 EVENING BY EVENING. The farewell hour is coming, The last good night is near, When I shall part in silence With those who love me here. Then, all my farewells over, Just passing out of sight, Unweeping and untrembling, I'll look my last good night. Good night to all, but not to Thee, My God, who ever art with me. Yet not good night for ever ; For He who is my day Will wake me soon ; — I see Him Already on His way. No, not good night for ever ; I shall but sleep in Him, Who shall arouse me early, While yet the dawn is dim, — Who shall arouse me early, And bid this flesh arise. In glorious resurrection. To meet Him in the skies. EVENING BY EYENIXG. 37 Good night to all, but not to Thee, My God, who ever art with me. I see Him, — lo. He cometh ! Himself the morning light. To bring the dawn of gladness, The dawn that knows no night. O Bridegroom of the morning ! Bright bringer of the day, Put on Thy fair adorning, Thy beautiful array. Lord Jesus, star of evening, Yet star of morning too ; Earth's uncreated splendor. Rise on our lonodno^ view. Good night to all, but not to Thee, My God, who ever art with me. 38 HOMEWAKD. HOMEWARD. To my beloved ones my steps are moving ; Not hard the road that ends in love and home. Have done my eyes, have done my feet with roving ; 'Tis to the well-known gate I look and come. Tour watch is now on the eternal mountains ; Our eyes are gazing upward from afar. Tour rest is now by the clear-welling fountains ; Ours is the journey still, the toil and war. Years have gone by since the last words were spoken ; O loved and saved, how gladly shall we meet In the home-city, where no ties are broken. Where love is perfect, fellowship complete ! I see your crowns, the wreaths which cannot wither, And from the city-walls ye beckon me ; " Come up, and tarry not. Oh, come up hither, To this dear land of light we welcome thee ! " HOMEWARD. 39 Only a little wMle : a little longer Of tarriance here upon these death-swept plains. well-beloved, death is growing stronger, And life more feeble in these ebbing veins. To follow you we are each day preparing ; And where you are, there we shall shortly be. Death is to us but as an angel, bearing The keys of life and immortality. Yet not the less we say, 'Twere surely better That He should come and summon us away To meet Him in the sky, ere yet the fetter Of dark corruption bind our crumbling clay. Then ye who slept, and we who knew no sleeping, Should meet together each to tell his tale ; The tale of earthly weariness and weeping, The short strange story of Time's cloudy vale. Come then. Lord Jesus, come ! Thy church is calling ; The world is old, though still its skies are blue. Its flowers are fading, and its leaves are falling ; Come in Thy glory to make all things new. 40 THE COMING REIGN. THE COMING KEIGN. King of kings ! ascend Thy throne ; Visit this Thine earth again ; Gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh ; Take Thy mighty power, and reign. King of nations ! claim this world With its kingdoms for Thine own. Raze each rebel fortress here, Level every hostUe throne. King of Israel ! now arise, And rebuild Thy Salem's walls ; Gather Jacob's scattered flock ; Hear Thine Israel when he calls. King of saints ! Thy ransomed own, They the members, Thou the head ; Speed the great deliverance, First-begotten of the dead. MY MOTHER EARTH. 41 King of glory ! King of heaven ! King of earth ! arise and reign ; All creation sighs for Thee ; Visit Thine own earth again. Kino: eternal ! Son of God ! Earth and heaven shall Thee obey ; Principalities and powers Own Thine everlasting sway. MY MOTHER EARTH. My mother earth, From which we sprang, And into which ere long We shall return. For a far higher birth, When weakness shall put on Immortal strength, and from the um Our ashes shall arise, Meet for unfading skies ; — 42 MY MOTHER EARTH. We look into thy depths, And see in them, Not death, but life ; As if an angel sat In shining garments there, As in the tomb of old, — The wondi'ous sepulchre Of Him who died our death. And rose in raiment fair. Our everlasting life. O mother earth ! Out of whose dust I came. And into which I am So swiftly to return ; — On thy green turf I sit. And, touched by it, I seem to gather vigor to my frame. Of life, not death, thou art the nurse ; Of all fruit-bearing tilings Thou art the bounteous source. To thee the seed goes down. And dies in darkness ; from thee springs Again more beautifiil, bright wings MY MOTHER EARTH. 43 From thee receiving, to arise in joy. To thee we too go down, And rest in silence for a little hour, Till, like the tree or flower, We rise anew in resurrection-power. My mother earth ! Xot even amid the snows And ice that wrap thee round. When frost has chilled the ground. And winter holds thee fast In bitter chains, and when the blast Sweeps o'er thy shivering plains. Shall I be kept from thy embrace, Or shrink from thy pale marble face. Winter has slain thee, and all life Seems to have left thy veins. But shall I shun the breast Of my dead mother laid to rest ? Shall I forbear to kiss The well-known countenance. Or leave thee in the grasp Of the destroying foe ? 44 MY MOTHER EARTH. My mother earth ! Thy spring shall come again ; Thy AjDril shall retiu-n, And all thy May behind it, when the rain, Mingled with happy sunshine, shall come down. And quicken earth. For thee the blessed hope of rising shines. When summer shall bring gladness to the soil. For us the hope too shines ; My mother earth ! Thou canst not be my tomb. Thou canst not hold me in thy icy chains. I shall arise, When thou shalt have dissolved my dust, And in dissohing ripened it ; Making it pm^er and more fit For the eternal paradise. My mother earth ! All beautiful aroimd, Fragrant in every vale ; With melody of sound Rejoicing everywhere ; The blue above, MY MOTHER EARTH. 45 The green beneath ; The mighty arch, Filled with its marvellous clouds, Cheered by its joyous winds, Or awed by its dread storms. The ever-murmuring wood, The ever- whispering grove, The solitary glen or moor. The wayward, wilftd stream Gushing with eager haste Through its dark moss-green glen ; The purple of the moorland waste. The yellow stretch of level sand. The multitude of shining waves, Swept shoreward to the sloping strand. My mother earth ! How fair, and full, and great ! All beauty covers thee. All riches fill thy depths ; O'er thee the mighty sun Leans in the loving warmth Of his unfailing beams ; O'er thee the mother-orb of night 46 MT MOTHER EARTH. Flings her unspotted veil ; And round thee gathers close The matchless robe of flowers That covers and adorns thy lovehness, The beauty of the ever-varying year. My mother earth ! He whose creating hand Both made and moulded thee ; He who pronounced thee good, And gave thee that bright sim, And these fair hills and vales, Made thee for endless years ; Not for the melting fire. Or the submerging flood. Or for the abode of ill. Or for a place of graves, Or for a land of pain ; But for eternal joy, For endless righteousness. For holy blessedness, For the great seat and home Of everlasting light, — Of endless love ! THE tear's last MOMENT. 47 THE YEAR'S LAST MOMENT. The crowd sweeps onward still : And we with it move on, Part of the ever-rusMng multitude ; Till the great goal be won, And for the last time sinks the ever-setting sun. Another hour has struck, With solemn note, and slow ; Another fragment of time's cliff has rushed Into the vale below ; Another of earth's streams this moment ceased to flow. Another lamp of time Has flickered into gloom, And left us lonelier in our lonely watch, Waiting the Hght to come ; Not into, but beyond, the life-devouring tomb. 48 THE year's last moment. Another of time's stars ELas vanished from the eye ; Ah ! now the light of the immortal dawn Is coming up the sky, And quencliing, one by one, these midnight gems on high. While bends the quivering mast ; Another beacon of the lone, lone sea Our vessel has shot past. The shore, the shore is near ! Is that the haven at last ? Another bridge of life Has now been crossed : few more Remain for us ; another ridge of time We've reached, from it to explore The far-outspreading green of the not distant shore. Another pillar fallen In Time's old temple ! See How fragment upon fragment darkly lies ; And hear how heavily The echoes wind along by the slow-swelling sea ! DirrsT: DiscrPLrsT. 49 Another song has closed, A true but varied strain, And the deep-turret chime I hear a&r Has echoed out Amen, Swelling the long-drawn fall of the well-known refrain. Oh, well for us to watch ! Our night will soon be o'er ; ITie day of mortal doom approaches fest, The Judge is at the door ; Awake I arise, my soul, and sleep thy sleep no more ! DIYIXE DISCIPLINE. Patior ut videam. I srTFEK. that I may behold, when pain Has passed away, Thy &ce in righteousness. It is the suffering here that fits the soul For the bright vision of eternal bliss. 3 D 50 DIVINE DISCIPLINE. "* I suffer, that these dim, dim eyes of mine May be thus purified, and made to see Afar off even now, and farther still. In the vast vistas of eternity. Only the touch of suffering can remove This earth-born didness from my narrow sight ; Only the healing which the rod imparts Can fit me for beholding holy light. I suffer, that I may behold the cross In all its fitness for a soul Hke mine ; Who but a sufferer knows what such a cross Can mean, or see its glory fully shine ? I suffer here, that I may taste the joy Hereafter in the city of the blest ; That I may bear the brilliance that shall burst Upon us in the Paradise of rest. Om' present light affiction, which endures But for a moment, worketh for us there A weight of glory, such as sorrow here Alone can fit us to possess or bear. RETURN UNTO THY REST. 51 Only the pressure of a loving hand, A hand as tender as divinely wise, Can lift these drooping eyelids, and impart True health and vigor to these sickly eyes. I suffer, that I may be strong to gaze Upon the glory yet to be revealed ; Glory which we shall yet in joy behold, When earthly vision shall be pm*ged and healed. O silent arrows of the Lord my God, O secret touches of a hand imseen, O sharpness of the sweet but bitter rod. Yet softness of the still small voice within ! RETURN UNTO THY REST. In uno quies. Among the many, I am lost and weary ; They do not take from me the deep unrest. They make me but more lonely and more dreary ; They promise Mr, but cannot make me blest. 52 RETURN UNTO THY REST. This heart, thus trying in a thousand centres, To find an orbit round which it may roll, Comes back depressed, taught by these vain adventures : One centre only stays the restless soul. Only in One is rest for us ; true quiet For the vexed human heart is from above ; Though far removed from toil, and brawl, and riot, It cannot rest itself in creatm-e-love. Earth is all motion and disquiet ; only In One above, who changes not nor moves. We find repose : there tranquil, but not lonely, We rest in One who ever, ever loves. Life is all tempest, o'er time's ocean ranging ; A troubled morning, and an angry even : Only in One is anchorage unchanging. Only in One is the eternal haven. Creation rocks ; all that is made is moving ; The strongest, brightest, goodliest, and best : In One, the ever-fixed and ever-loving. In One I anchor, and in One I rest ! THE PURGING OF THE TEMPLE. 53 THE PURGING OF THE TEMPLE. JOHX ii. 16. Take these things hence ! Self and its idols vile, The sin and vanity, The lust of gold and gain. Take these things hence ! Each folly of the will, Each unsubdued desire, Each fever-pulse of earth. Take these things hence ! The love of earthly ease. The unchecked appetite. The impulses of time. Take these things hence ! The self-will and the sloth. Vainglory of the mind. Ambition of the soul. 54 THE PURGING OF THE TEMPLE. Take these things hence ! The love of creature-love, The images of sense, The passions of the world. Take these tilings hence ! The pride of place and pomp, Of dress and ornament. Of luxury and gems. Take these things hence ! Lusts of the ear and eye. Lusts of the mind and flesh, That fill up all the room. Take these things hence ! The passions and the dreams ! The idle hopes and fears, The imjiure mirth and song. Take these things hence ! Let not the holy shrine, The temple of the Lord, Be thus defiled and stained. truth's ancestry. 55 m Take these things hence ! Make not my Father's house A house of merchandise, The market of the world. Take these things hence ! The Holy Spirit's shrine, God's holy house, are ye ; And ye are not your own ! TRUTH'S ANCESTRY. JO sum hsercs apostolorum. — Tertulliai^^, de Preiser, hceret. ch. xxxvi. The old is better than the new. The oldest still the. best; And on that oldest of the old My steadfast faith I rest. I rest where righteous men of old Their resting-place once made ; The promise of the woman's seed To crush the serpent's head. 56 truth's ancestry. • That is the oldest of the old, Yet newest of the new ; In every age the light of time, In every age the true. Its date is the eternal asre. When its first sparkle shone ; It is the oldest of earth's stars. And yet its youngest sun. For ever fresh, and good, and fair. It shineth as it shone : The "always," "all," and " every where," ^ Is found in it alone. Of God's great love to guilty man It brings the blessed seal : The serpent's bruised head forespeaks, — Messiah's bruised heel. Love from the everlasting love It brings, earth's wounds to cure. 1 "Semper, ubique, et ab omnibus."— Vincentius of Lirins, Against Heresy, cli. ii. THE DESERT ROCK. 57 Of war against man's foe it tells, Of victory made sure. " Herein is love," it writes upon The gates of Paradise. " Herein is love," it writes upon Each burning sacrifice. Oldest and truest creed ! In thee We find the love of God Upwelling at the altar's base, And reaxjhing us through blood. THE DESERT ROCK. They drank of that spiritual rock that followed them ; and that rock was Christ. — 1 CoK. x. 4. Rock of the desert, pouring still Thy stream the thirsty soul to fill ; Rock of the desert, now as full Of li^dng water, pure and cool, — We stand beside thee now. 3* 58 THE DESERT ROCK. Rock of eternity, to thee Li thirst and weariness we flee ; Thy waters cannot cease to pour, Their fulness is for evermore. Let him that tliirsteth come ! Bright water of eternity, "We come, we come to di^ink of thee ; The voice of welcome that we hear, The voice dispelling every fear, Is " whosoever will." River of life, upon thy brink We sit, and of thy waters drink. The murmur of thy sparkling wave Speaks still of Him who came to save, Who bids us drink and live. River of peace, so full and bright. Each drop clear-sliining with the light ; And still the voice that comes from thee, The voice that telleth all is free. Is " whosoever will." THE DESERT ROCK. 59 River of health, thy current pours Its jfreshness on these leprous shores : True Jordan, biddmg all draw nigh For health and innnortahty, "With " whosoever will." River of love, so deep and wide, All heaven is in thy flowing tide : For all the love of God is here, The love that casteth out all fear, The " whosoever will." Dear river, what a sun is thine ! What glories on thy waters shine. What freshness in each sparkhng drop ! And still the voice that cometh up Is " whosoever will." River of God, still flowing on ! Thy source the everlasting throne. River of heaven, translucent stream, Thy fulness ever at the brim For " whosoever will." 60 THE GLORY TO BE REVEALED. THE GLORY TO BE REVEALED. Exoriar aliis. Sinks the swift sun ; yet sinks but to arise In other regions far beyond our sight : We follow him with dim and dazzled eyes, Till every ray is quenched in silent night. We miss him, but he comes not ; he has gone To show his glory in more cloudless air : Nothing is lost to him, for in that zone He puts on raiment more serenely fair. So sinks the child of heaven, when to our eye He disappears ; he does not die, but Hve. He has passed out beyond this narrower sky, Diviner splendor to receive and give. He sinks to rise ; he sets to shine again In fairer heavens, and with diviner light ; No more to set, or take on cloudy stain. Or leave behind another world of night. THE ETERNAL WORK. 61 O cloudless heaven, in wliich we hope to shine, When we shall leave behind us this dim sphere ! O glorious world, all holy and divine, AVhere we shall sparkle through the eternal year ! THE ETERNAL WORK. Yitse melioris in usum. I LAY up treasure in the heavens ; My gold accumulates and grows. I hoard, but not on earth ; my wealth Before me daily goes. My hands, my lips, each power within, I fain would educate for heaven. Here is the school where we are trained. And here the lessons given. I shall not die at death, nor shall My past of life all useless be ; These powers within me, lodged by God, Are for eternity. 62 THE ETERNAL WORK. This is the seed-time, here the seed ; I pass into the soil and spring ; But far above me, out of sight, Is the bright blossomino^. 'Tis for eternity I read, And do, and think, and study here ; Pruning and purging every branch. That it may fruitage bear. Not leaves without the fruit, nor yet Fruit without leaves ; but side by side. The leaf and fruit; and both through Him In whom I here abide. "What God hath given me, that I count Too precious and too great to lose ; And all I have I treasure up For everlasting use. My little garden-plot of life. Though poor, must all be duly tiUed ; Its future is a vast unknown, And I must see it filled. THE ETERNAL WORK. 63 I work that I may fitted be For more than angel's work above ; "When of this life's strange mystery The meaning I shall prove. By earthly discipHne and toil I sharpen these my blunted powers, For nobler work awaiting them In vaster fields than ours. For I have other fields above To reap, when autumns here are done ; And so my sickle would I whet For harvests yet unknown. And all this discipline of time, The pain, the' weariness, the strife. Tells on my endless usefulness In the unmeasured life. What here I learn will one day tell ; WTiat I shall reap I now must sow ; And nothing shall be lost of all This varied life below. 64 THE HYMN OF THE DARK WORLD. A higher and more useful life Above, shall mine for ever be ; And all that I have learned on earth Shall then be used for Thee. In higher service shall I then These renovated powers employ ; Work without weariness be mine, And everlasting joy. THE HYMN OF THE DARK WORLD. Light of the world ! All the earth is waiting, Looking and sigliing for the promised day. Dark are the heavens ; still the east is clouded, Hidden in gloom the glory of Thy ray. Age upon age has been slowly rolling, Since by the seers thy splendor was foretold ; Thickens the gloom on the pagan mountains, Deepens the silence over Judah's fold. THE HT5IN OF THE DARK WORLD. 65 Sorrow and evil all the nations cover ; Errors and idols hold their blinding sway ; Truth its head hideth, and the Book of blessing Seems like a treasure vilely cast away. Heralds of gladness vainly lift their voices ; Human ears are closed ; human hearts are sealed. Who hath received love's last sweetest message ? Where has Jehovah's great arm been revealed ? Dark is the night over Asia's millions ; China and India still sit in the gloom : Sad is the shade over islands and islands ; Earth's fairest gardens are cold as the tomb ! Egypt, Arabia, Elam, sit in shadow ; Africa knows not the tidings of light ; Eiu-ope lies gloomy ; half cloud and half sunshine ; Deep o'er the vales of Greece rests the long night. Hope of the longing ! All creation groaneth, Loathing her bondage, longing to be free ; Stretching her hands out for the promised freedom. When the thick shadows all shall rise and flee. 66 LAUDATE. Joy of the world ! Days and nights of darkness, Silent and sorrowful, here have rested long : Hasten Thy one never-ending day-spring, End all these ages of time's grief and wrong. Speed the glad tidings ! 'Tis finished, 'tis finished ! He who hath died for us hveth again. Send over earth the love and the brightness ; Take to Thee, Lord, Thy great kingdom, and reign. LAUDATE. Come, all ye nations, utter all your praises ! Come, all ye churches, sing aloud to God ! Come, all ye saints of every tribe and kindred ! Come, all a-eation, sound His praise abroad ! Give to Jehovah everlastmg praises. Glory and honor to the Father give ; Glory and honor to the Son and Spirit, Glory to God, in whom we move and Hve. THE MIGHTY GOD. 67 With the glad singing heaven aloud is ringing ; Not a voice is silent, and shall earth be dumb ? Praise Him, land and ocean ; praise Him, rock and river ; Come with one lip and heart ; joyfully come. Give to the slain Lamb everlasting glory, Now to the risen Christ hearts and voices raise ; Give to the crowned King honor and blessing. Power and dominion, and glory and praise. THE MIGHTY GOD. Ascribe ye strength to God ! The mighty Lord is He, The God of majesty, Jehovah is His name ; O'er all the earth His fame ; Ascribe ye strength to God ! His strength is in the clouds ! Girded with glorious might. Compassed about with night ; THE IVnGHTT GOD. Yet light His dwelling-place, And light in all Plis ways. His strength is in the clouds ! He rideth on the heavens ! The heaven of heavens is His, With all its light and bliss ; His are the stars of light, His is the solemn night. He rideth on the heavens ! Sing loud to God our strength ! Rejoice and jDraise His name, Rejoice and sound His fame ; Rejoice and tell His grace, Rejoice before His face. Sing loud to God oiu* strength ! His kingdom knows no end ! The King of kings is He, The Lord of lords is He, The God of gods is He, The Judge of earth is He. His kinofdom knows no end ! I DIVINE ACQUAINTANCESHIP. 69 DIVINE ACQUAINTANCESHIP. Acquaint thyself with God ! Know thou His teuder love ; So shall the healing sunshine fall Upon thee from above. Acquaint thyself with God ! In Him alone is peace, — Rest for the weary child of time, And everlasting bliss. Acquaint thyself with God ! Choose thou the better part ; So shall His heavenly sunlight be The day-spring of thy heart. Acquaint thyself with God ! He bids thee seek His face, That thus thy youthful soul may taste The sweetness of His grace. 70 THE CUP OF COLD WATER. Acquaint thyself with God ! In Jesus and His cross Read there that love which makes all loss But gain, all gain but loss. Acquaint thyself with God In childhood's joyous prime ; So shall thy life a foretaste prove Of heaven's long summer-time. THE CUP OF COLD WATER. Matt. x. 42. Poor stranger, in the Master's name This cup of water thus I give ; Lift it to thy parched lips, and may Its freshness all thy tliirst relieve. I know thee not, lone stranger, save As one of the dear Christian band ; Take then this cup I offer thee. As from His own beloved hand. THE CUP OF COLD WATER. 71 For He, in whose loved name I give This cup, has pledged His royal word, That even for a deed like tliis There shall be yet a bright reward. A member of Thy body, Lord, Thus in Thy name I would relieve ; And what I give to him, as Tliine, To Thee, O Master, thus I give. It is Thy thirst that I relieve, Even Thine, O everlasting Lord ; For what we do to these Thine own, We do to Thee, unseen, unheard. This water, quencliing one saint's thirst. How bright it sparkles in Thine eyes ! Each drop, thus given, Thou writest down, Awarding it a heavenly prize. 72 THE LAST ENEMY. THE LAST ENEMY. Nunc impar et imi. We yield to death ; the fight is lost, When the last enemy assails. Against ten thousand we had fought ; Now one, and he unseen, prevails. The sting of death is sin ; 'tis this That makes us feeble in the fight : We shrink and flee ; but aU in vain ; We cannot face that foe of might. And yet in yielding do we win ; Vanquished in this last mortal strife, We conquer him who conquered us : Through death we enter into life. The grave becomes to us the gate Of glory through eternal years ; And thi'ough the clouds that veil the tomb, Our resurrection-sun appears. THE LAST ENEMY. 73 The sun of an eternal morn, — Morn of the mistless and the bright ! The sun of an eternal noon, That knows no sunset and no night. Then shall defeat be all reversed, And I the conqueror at last : My heel upon the head of death, My mortal strife for ever past. My Captain is the Prince of Life ! He leads me on, He leads me in ; "Wounded and baffled oft I am. But the great field at length I win. Who fights with death must take the wounds Se took when fighting here below : Who conquers death must share the tomb Of Him who overcame our foe. 74 LAUDATE DEUM. LAUDATE DEUM. Te invocamus, Te adoramus, Te et laudamus, ObeataTrinitas! Eternal Father, gracious One, With whom all fulness is alone : Only a blessing such as Thine Can fill an empty soul like mine. Eternal Son, eternal love, Shed down Thy healing from above : Hear us, when on Thy name we call, O Thou who art the " all in all." Eternal Spirit, life and light. Health, gladness, comfort infinite, On us Thy needy ones below, From Thy celestial stores bestow. THE HIDDEN CROSS. 75 Eternal God, to whom we bow, Father and Son and Spii'it Thou ; To Thee eternal praise be given From men and angels, earth and heaven. THE HIDDEN CROSS. Three horn's the land was wrapt in gloom. Three horn's the city saw no smi ; Three hours blank fear was in each face ; It seemed as if earth's day were done. Three hours the cross itself was hid ; While through the gloom the Sufferer's cry, " My God, why dost Thou me forsake ? " Breathed out His dying agony. Three hours in that mysterious cloud. That blotted out the noonday sun. The face of God's dear Son was hid ; Only the ear could hear His groan. 76 THE HIDDEN CROSS. Most wondrous hours, in which was done The greatest deed e'er done below : The deed in which all heaven was joined, That saves us from the endless woe. Unveil that cross to me, O Lord, That I may see the sacrifice There offered, and in it the way To a recovered Paradise. Light up that cross to me, Lord, That I its heavenly 230wer may know ; The health, the pai'don, and the joy Which from its open fountain flow. Earth has no sun to light it up ! These eyes are dim, the scales remove ; Straight from itself the light must come, That shows me all its grace and love. Unv-eil that face to me, O Lord, Once hid in darkness for my sin ; That in its light I may rejoice, And with true boldness enter in. THE TRUE CROSS. 77 Withdraw each cloud that hides the cross ; Let nothing come between that face And this faint heavy eye of mine, That longs to see its heavenly grace. THE TRUE CROSS. We glory only in the cross, On which the Son of God Finished the mighty sacrifice. Purging our sins with blood. There peace for ever made by God, — Himself our peace, we see ; Himself the bearer of our guilt On the great altar-tree. The reconciling work was done. The work that ends the strife, Wlien He, the Word made flesh, for us Laid down His human Hfe. 78 DOUBT NOT. The debt was paid, the peace was made, The veil was rent in twain. And access to the Father given, By Him the victim slain. We come then boldly to the throne: With a true heart we come, Emboldened only by the blood Which speaks the " Welcome home ! " DOUBT NOT. YE of little faith, Why stand ye thus without, Distrusting all my grace. Oppressed with fear and doubt ? Do justice to my love, Put each hard thought away ; Wrong not my faithful word. No longer lingering stay. DOUBT NOT. 79 Why hold ye back in fear, As if I were untrue ? Are not my words sincere ? And are they not for you ? Remember ye my tears "Wept o'er Jerusalem ? The tears of Man and God, — Was not my love in them ? Behold this mercy-seat On which I sit : draw near ; Take from my pierced hand All that thou needest here. Trust me for every want Of body and of soul ; And hear the blessed words, " Thy faith hath made thee whole.' 80 TE KNOW NOT WHAT YE ASK. YE KNOW NOT WHAT YE ASK. Ye know not what ye ask ! The cup of wliich I drink, Can ye too drink of it, Or taste its bitterness ? Ye know not what ye ask ! This baptism of mine, Can ye partake of it, Or bear my agony ? Ye know not what ye ask ! My vinegar and gall ; The nails, the crown of thorns, — These, these are not for you. Ye know not what ye ask ! The stripes and bufFetings, The reed and robe of scorn, The shouts of mockery. YE KNOW NOT WHAT YE ASK. 81 Ye know not what ye ask ! KJiow ye Gethsemane ? Or know ye Golgotha, The darkness and the tomb ? Ye know not what ye ask ! My cross ye cannot bear, My load ye cannot take ; They are for me, not you. Ye know not what ye ask ! The cup of which I drink, I drink alone for you : Its bitterness is mine. Ye know not what ye ask ! My baptism of woe I undergo for you : Its awfulness is mine. Ye know not what ye ask ! The crown shall yet be yoiu*s ; But mine must be the fight. And mine the victory. 4* NEW AND OLD. NEW AND OLD. That which hath been is now ; The now repeats the long ago. 'Twas the old sun of Paradise, Unchanged, we saw this morning rise, In all its ancient glow. And that which is to be, On earth it hath already been ; The future will repeat the past. And as the first shall be the last, — Ages of change between. The loathsome fatal sin Of man, it hath been long ago Sin's penalty of death and pain Have held earth in its iron chain For ages dark of woe. NEW AXD OLD. 83 The wondrous love of God To man, it hath been long ago ; It is, and it shall be revealed, Though long in mystery concealed : Earth with that love shall glow. The Paradise of God Hath been, and yet again shall be, In beauty on this tarnished earth, When at Creation's second birth Death and the curse shall flee. Once the first Adam reigned. Ere earth had known the deadly stain ; Soon the last Adam shall appear, And with His church in glory here, Begin the holy reign. 84 THE HEAVENLY ANCHOR. THE HEAVENLY ANCHOR. Heb. vi. 19. Sure anchor of the soul ! The hope that knows no shame ; Which rests upon the mercy-seat, Immovably the same. Hope resting upon love ! What tempest can us part ? Thou canst not change with changing years, Nor cheat the trusting heart. Sure anchor of the soul ! My faith lays hold of thee ; Thou canst not drag, nor part, though fierce The storm upon my sea. Hope, fixed within the veil Where love has its abode ; Love, sealed with blood, and flowing from The bosom of our God. THE HEAVENLY ANCHOR. 85 Hope given to us by love, — A love which finds its way Through the great channel of the cross, And turns our night to day. No power of wave or wind Can loose the steadfast grasp Of our tossed vessel in the storm, Or faith's sui'e chain unclasp. That which can sweep through heaven, And the great throne assail. Alone can touch thee where thou art. Firm fixed within the veil. In evil days of storm This anchor holds us still ; Firm fastened to the mercy-seat, We di-ead no power of ill. "We cannot di'ift nor sink, In life and death secure ; We ride upon the breaker's crest, And yet feel calm and sure. 86 LET US DRAW NEAR. Bright hope, fair mercy-seat ! We keep our hold of you ; Through each day's tossing of the deep, We have you still in view. LET US DRAW NEAR. No distance now ! the far-off and the near Have met in peace around the one dear cross ; The Jew and Greek, the free and bond are here, Counting all loss as gain, all gain but loss. The hour is come ! men worship now the Lord No longer at Jerusalem alone ; But over all the earth, with one accord ; True worshippers of Him whose name is One. Into the holiest by the blood we go. Boldly along the new and living way ; Our conscience purged, our vesture fair as snow. Our earthly night exchanged for heavenly day. LET US DRAW NEAR. 87 With the true heart and the sure faith we come, Sprinkled, and jDurged, and made all over clean ; No evil conscience whisi^ering doubt or gloom, Without no shadow, and no dread within. In through the veil we pass without a fear ; The rich-wrought veil, that guarded once the door, Now rent in twain, invites us to draw near. And tread with reverent joy the holy floor. The golden mercy-seat stands full in sight, Our High Priest seated there dispensing grace, The ark, the cherubim, the glory bright, With incense filling all that holy place. One Christ, one cross, one sacrifice, one Priest, One altar, and one temple for us all ; One S25irit in whose common love we rest. One God and Father on whose name we call. One love descending from one common Lord, One love ascending from ten thousand souls ; One brightness from on high upon us poured, One song of praise for ever upward rolls. 88 LET US DRAW NEAR. Son of the Blessed, Christ our Lord and King, To Thy one everlasting mercy-seat Thy church on earth her jDrayers and wants would brmg, Round it the ransomed multitudes now meet. Creation's root and centre, around whom God's universe of being, far and wide, Shall yet be seen revolving, when the gloom Shall pass away of time's dull eventide. Thy chm'ch's Head and Bridegroom, in whose love Thy chosen bride shall yet more fully rest, When the fair heritage below, above, Shall be revealed, in spotless glory drest. Thy Israel's God and Lord, the builder up Of Thy Jerusalem's long-broken wall, When from her lips shall pass the bitter cup She gave Thee once, the wormwood and the gall. Faith finds Thee near, and walks with Thee below, Without the shadow of a cloud or gloom ; Hope sees the crown upon Thy pierced brow. All earth renewed, and the great kingdom come. THE THINGS THAT GOD HATH CLEANSED. 89 THE THINGS THAT GOD HATH CLEANSED. Acts x. 15. "Tttvov dex^cu, tva koI vttvov evhryrjari' rdxa koX Konia, Iva Kol Tov KOTTOV ayiocn}' raxo. koI daKpvei, Iva to ^aKfwov eTraLverbv uTzepyuoriraL. — Gbeg. Naz. Orat. 31. By sleep He consecrated sleep, And taught us how to lay our head, With trust like His, divine and deep, In slumber on our nightly bed. By death He consecrated death, And made the grave a holy home, In which our flesh, the turf beneath, Shall rest in hope until He come. Resting, He consecrated rest, And bade us in His rest to dwell, As when, with weariness oppressed, He sat at noon on Sychar's well. 90 WHAT WE SHALL BE. Weeping, He consecrated tears, And showed the mourner how to weep; And yet the tear-sick eye He clears, Lest sorrow be too long and deep. Born as a man is born, and laid In weakness on a woman's knee, He consecrates the cradle-bed. Ennobling human infancy. Loving, He consecrated love. Lifting it out of human sin. Making it pure like that above. And deepening the fount within. WHAT WE SHALL BE. Patdatim plena. Eee long we shall be full ; as night by night Yon crescent moon fills up its silver bow, So we fill up that fulness of pure light, Lito whose beauty we shall hourly grow. WHAT WE SHALL BE. 91 Slowly it fills, and yet it tarries not ; StOl adding to its curve of spotless white, As on it rolls, suffering no cloud or blot To mar the growing fulness of its light. Slowly we fill, and yet the fulness flows. Nor cloud nor storm its pureness can absorb ; Gently we grow, and yet the brightness grows Into the circle of the perfect orb. "With steadfast face yon moon still keeps its eye Fixed on the central sun by day, by night ; Nothing between in that translucent sky. And in his light gTows hourly yet more bright. Thus, with our eye on yon eternal sun, We fill up the ftdl measure of our light. Growing like Him who sliineth, taking on Each hour the image of His glory bright. 92 THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. All night upon the city wall The moon had hung her veil, And o'er the slopes of Olivet Had flung her splendor pale. On Golgotha's dark blood-steeped turf All night her beams had shone : ' 'Twas silence then ; the groans had ceased The shouting crowd was gone. All night within the rocky tomb The holy body lay, Until the messenger from heaven Announced the rising day. From heaven, ere morn awoke, he came, On mightier errand sent Than to light up another star In that clear firmament. THE STOXE ROLLED AWAY. 93 To roll away the stone he came, Which sealed the wondrous tomb, In which the immortal One had lain Shut up in mortal gloom. Man's hands had hewn the yirgin rock, Man's hands had jDlaced the stone ; But that which rolls it back must be An angel's hand alone. Down from the highest heaven of heavens He comes to break the seal ; Without a word, to thrust aside The Roman sentinel. He rolls it back, and takes his seat In silence on it there ; His coimtenance the lightning flash, His robe divinely fair. Upon that stone of earth he sits In silence, there to wait Till the three days' imprisoned King Shall issue from the gate ; — 94 THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. That rocky gate, misnamed of death, From which comes forth in power The First-begotten of the dead, Death's mighty Conqueror. So Cometh still to us from heaven A blessed angel oft, A gentle messenger of Hght, With footstep fair and soft. Oh, many and many a stone from us Has thus been rolled away : It seemed too vast for us to touch, As o'er the gate it lay. When we awoke at early dawn. We said with troubled heart : Who shall roll back the ponderous stone, Or bid our fears depart ? As we went forth, we found with joy The dreaded care had flown ; We saw no hand, we heard no voice, And yet the stone was gone ! THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. 95 And on it sat an angel fair, All heaven upon his face ; He pointed to a risen Lord, And spoke sweet words of grace. And all the day our hearts were light, With holy gladness gay ; The dreaded thing had taken wing ; The stone was rolled away. That which shut in our gracious Lord, And hid Him from our sight. Was gone ; and Jesus had come forth, The Prince of Love and Light. The stone for ever rolled away. The angel sitting there, Were pledges of a heavenly grace That banished all our care. Oh, on how many an earthly grief Or fear, a light unknown Has, with a joyful suddenness. In heavenly glory shone! 96 THE STONE ROLLED AWAY. To many a tomb of earthly tears Comes one of heavenly mien ; On many a gloomy stone of life An angel sits unseen. Yes, thus, when the sweet morning's sun Night's ravelled brow unknits, On many a stone of earth below A gentle angel sits. Fresh from the heavens he has come down, And on the massive stone Which he has rolled away he rests, To watch the rising sun. And with the rising sun he goes His work to do for man ; The daily work of heavenly love Which only angels can. FOB' EVER PERFECT. FOR EVER PERFECT. Quickly bright life withers, Quickly fond ones part ; Quickly links are broken, Binding heart to heart. Slowly grief departeth. Slowly wounds are healed ; Slowly joy returneth, Slowly blanks are filled. Is there no high region Where life never dies, Where the love remaineth In beloved eyes ; — Where no stars are falling, Where no thunders chide, Where no sun is scorching. And no streams are dried ; - 5 a 98 FOR EVER PERFECT. Where no winter freezes, And no spoiler strips July's summer roses From beloved lips ; — Where no foreheads wrinkle, And no locks are gray ; Where we see no dear ones Dyingday by day; — Where the deathbed moaning Is a thing imknown, Where no hands are gi'aving Names upon the stone ; — Where the May is endless, And the noons all clear ; Where the beauty shineth Round the summer year ; — WTiere the love-linked circle Never snaps in twain, And the household mirror Taketh on no stain ; — FOR EVER PERFECT. 99 Where no picture, hanging On ancestral halls, Bright with mellow sweetness, Long lost love recalls ; — Where no garden flower-plots Weed-bewildered stand, And the untrained roses Show the broken band ? Yes, there comes a region Where our Hfe shall be Health in all its freshness, Immortahty ! Where the breathing fragrance. On the holy hills, Tender and untainted. Heavenly strength distils ; — Where the grave is rifled Of its precious store, And each mound is levelled. To be raised no more. 100 SHOW us JESUS. SHOW US JESUS. Lead us, Lord, to Bethlehem ; Show us the child there born, The Son to us there given : There show us Christ the Lord, Keveal the love of God. Take us, Lord, to Nazareth ; Show us the tender plant, The root from the dry ground There show us Christ the Lord, Reveal the love of God. Lord, guide us to Gethsemane ; Show us the sweat of blood, Make known the agony : There show us Christ the Lord, Reveal the love of God. SHOW US JESUS. 101 Lord, bring us on to Calvary ; Display the cross of shame, Show us the sacrifice : There show us Christ the Lord, Reveal the love of God. Lord, take us to the empty tomb, And say, He is not here ; Lo, He is risen indeed : There show us Christ the Lord, Reveal the love of God. Place us at last on Ohvet, Whereon His feet shall stand When He shall come again : There show us Christ the Lord, Reveal the love of God. 102 THE SECOND DEATH. THE SECOND DEATH. Prima mors animam nolentem toUit i corpore ; secunda animam no- lentem tenet in corpore ; ab utraque morte id habetur, ut quod non vult anima de suo corpore patiatur. — Augustlne. They die, and die not ; theirs is life in death, And death in life ; a living death for aye : Done with earth's sunshine, done with heaven's fresh breath, Shut in with utter darkness, and shut out fi'om day. They might have lived ; for He who loved and died Came with the words of immortality. But Him they would not hear, when by their side ; And now His grace has passed beyond their reach away. Now death, the death that dies not, has become Their dismal heritage in realms below. endless deathbed ! eternal tomb ! O never-coming bliss, but ever-coming woe ! I THESE ARE THE TRUE SAYINGS OF GOD. 103 second death ! the death of life, and all That makes life worth the living ! thou deep, Deep sadness of the soul's dread funeral, At which, if angels can, they sui*e must ever weep. To them the resurrection comes in vain. It comes ; but to the death of deaths they rise, — The second death, the death of deadly j^ain, From which all hojDe departs, from which all comfort flies. Thou, the sinner's hope, ere hope be gone, Save Thy lost creature fi'om that death of doom. Oh, pluck the prey from the destroying one ; Oh, raise him, raise him now from sin's sad prison- tomb. THESE ARE THE TRUE SAYINGS OF GOD. Sure the record ; Christ has come ! Rich, for us became He poor. O my soul, then know His love ; Love Him, serve Him evermore. 104 THESE ARE THE TRUE SAYINGS OF GOD. Sure the record ; Christ has died, Bearing on the cross our sin ; Is not this the gate of life ? Son of Adam, enter in ! Sure the record ; Christ is risen, He hath broken every chain : Silent stands the emiDty tomb^ Never to be filled again. Sure the promise ; Christ will come, Though the promise lingers still : Heavy seems the wing of time. Weary with the weight of ill. Signs are mustering everywhere. And the world is growing old ; Love is low and faith is dull, Truth and right are bought and sold ! Then when men are heedless grown. And the virgins slumber all, When iniquity abounds. Then He cometh, Judge of all ! THE LIGHT IS CO^rE. 105 Cometh He to raise BKs own, Wipe the tear from every eye ; Cometh He to right the wrong, Trodden truth to lift on high. To dethrone the lie of lies, Each dark falsehood to destroy ; To begin the age of light, Earth's long sighed-for Sabbath-joy. THE LIGHT IS COME. Out of darkness into light Jesus calls the sons of night ; Out of midnight into day Jesus bids us come away. Arise ! arise and shine ! Thy light, thy light is come ; The glory of the Lord Is risen upon our gloom. From the prison-house of sin. From the foes without,- within ; 5* 106 THE LIGHT IS COME. From this mortal weariness, Jesus calls to joy and peace. Arise ! arise and shine ! Thy light, thy light is come ; The glory of the Lord Is risen upon our gloom. From this world's alluring snares, From its perils and its cares, From its vanity and strife, Jesus beckons us to life. Arise ! arise and shine ! Thy light, thy light is come ; The glory of the Lord Is risen upon our gloom. From the vanities of youth. Into rest, and love, and truth, Into joy that never palls, Jesus in His mercy calls. Arise ! arise and shine ! Thy light, thy light is come ; The glory of the Lord Is risen upon our gloom. i PRAISE. 107 PRAISE. Praise ye the Lord, all things that be ! Sky, sun, and moon, with every star ; All things above, below, Him praise. In whom we live, and move, and are. Praise ye the Lord ! Praise Him with one accord ; Praise* Him for evermore. Praise ye the everlasting God ! The God of majesty and might ; The God of grace, and truth, and love. The God of glory infinite. Praise ye the Lord ! Praise Him with one accord ; Praise Him for evermore. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The one Jehovah, God, and Lord ; — 108 THE FOUNTAIN-HEAD OP BEAUTY. Creator of the earth and heaven, For ever be His name adored. Praise ye the Lord ! Praise Him with one accord ; Praise Him for evermore. THE FOUNTAIN-HEAD OF BEAUTY. I WAS in love with hill and vale, The noon's warm flush, the star-light pale. The murmur of the midnight gale. The mirth of wayward streams. I wooed the silence of the night. The blushes of the bursting light. The sea's green depths, the heaven's blue height, And days went by in dreams. I sought the shadows of the wood, I woke the glen's low solitude ; I mused above the mountain-flood, — Days of the rock and grove ! I THE FOUNTAIN-HEAD OF BEAUTY. 109 The tide's great ebb and flow, to me Was speech, and psalm, and minstrelsy ; O musical and mighty sea ! Yomig life went by in love. And shall I cease to love you now, Ye hills above, ye rocks below, Because I see your beauty flow From God the only wise ? Shall I not love you, praise you more ? And fill me with your beauty's store, The glory of earth's wondrous shore. And splendor of its skies ? When faith has now restored to me All childhood's dear simplicity. And, in heaven's own sweet liberty, Made me once more a child ; When, standing by the cross, I read All nature in the light thence shed, No darkness and no guilty dread, — Bricrht with the undefiled. 110 REMEMBER ME. EEMEMBER ME. Nihil apud Deum tutius supplicante. — EimoD. Ep. Now at the Father's side, On the eternal throne! But once in infant-weakness laid In lowly Bethlehem's manger-bed, Child of a woman born ! Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Remember me. Now in the heaven of heavens. Worshipped by angels high ! But once upon the earth beneath. With sinful men in Nazareth, And devils in the waste ! Jesus the Chi'ist, the Son of God, Remember me. I INTERCESSION. Ill Now 'mid eternal songs, Thyself the glorious theme, — The once derided here. Object of scoff, and taunt, and sneer. Bearing the curse for us ! Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Remember me. INTERCESSION. Quare tu, verbi minister, interim insta et munito muros et turres Hierusalem, donee et te invadant. Vocationem et dona agnoscis. Ego pro te unice oro; si quid potest (siciit non dubito) oratio mea. Tu ergo mutuum redde, et portemu^ invicem onus istud. Nos soli adliuc stamus in acie ; te quaerent post me. — Luther to ]MELA2fCTH0X. When it is well with thee before thy God, Remember those with whom it is not well ; Bear them upon thy heart before that God In whose glad presence thou hast learned to dwell. Pray for thy friends : let the full heart go out For all thou lovest here ; forget not one : Count o'er the precious names ; nor let a doubt Obtrude that God upon thy cry can frown. 112 INTERCESSION. For the dear church of God thy prayers prolong, The one wide family of God below, The little flock of every tribe and tongue ; All one in faith, in love, in joy and woe. For all the many members of that throng, And for each fellow-pilgrim lone and faint ; KJiown or imknown, the feeble or the strong, For each hard-pressed and sorrow-stricken saint. Plead for the bleeding heart and burdened soul, Plead for the weary and the wounded here ; Ask that the God of health would make them whole, j And the great Comforter dispense His cheer. Plead for the weary earth, upon whose breast Ages of evil and unrighteousness Have lain, unbroken by one hour of rest ; Plead for the hast'ning of the age of peace. Plead for the advent of the promised ICng, The reign of heavenly glory here on earth. The budding of the world's eternal spring. The coming of creation's second birth. TAKEN AWAY FROM THE EYIL TO COME. 113 TAKEN AWAY FROM THE EVIL TO COME. He died to live ; for Jesus died : He lives, to die no more. Why weep for one whose tears are dried, For whom all death is o'er ? You miss the little footstep here, You miss the golden smile ; You miss the sunny locks so fair, You miss the playftd wile. Yet all is well ; you part to meet And clasp your gem once more, When all shall deathless be, and sweet, On the eternal shore. In the first opening stage of life The little traveller failed ; Too rough the road, too fuU of strife, — The gentle spirit quailed ! 114 RELICS OF LOVE. He laid him down to sleep, and slept In smiling sleep away : He waked not, though we called and wept ; He would not, — would not stay. Gently he sighed, and gently sank Ere morning had begun ; Closing his eyes as if he shrank From gazing on the sun. In the jfirst storm the little bark Went down beneath the foam ; In its first flight the little lark Soared to its kindred home. RELICS OF LOVE. The farewell is complete ; the grave Is waiting for the dead : Only the tresses we retain That graced that gentle head. KELICS OF LOVE. 115 All else is gone ; corruption's touch Has quenched her kistre now : These shine as fresh as when they feU Like sunbeams o'er her brow. The eye, the lip, the smile are gone ; But ye with us still stay : Ye are the amaranths of love, That moulder not away. O tresses of the beauteous dead, Fair locks with hUes twined ; All that remains of loveliness, Like sunbeams left behind. Like daylight left on golden clouds, When fades the evening light ; The one dear relic of the face That made our home so bright. Leave us these rehcs of our child, The braid of silken hair That hung above the azure eye. So sparkHng and so fair. 116 RELICS OF LOVE. We cannot always bear the sight, And yet we would not part With these sweet fragments of a form So treasm-ed in our heart. We gaze, and then we turn away, And then we gaze again ; Then turn away, and lay them by, Till time has soothed the pain. One more embrace, another sound, Though but a passing sigh, — That would be bhss, another glance Of the beloved eye. For this we wait ; hope is not dead : We look above this gloom To the bright morn when we shall meet In hght beyond the tomb. I THE FULNESS OF THE UNSEEN. 117 THE FULNESS OF THE UNSEEN. In vain, in vain with human love To fill this longing heart I strove. A stranger to the joys above ; — It would not thus be filled ! In vain, in vain on earthly ground I sought what could not here be found, The healing of a hidden wound ; — It would not thus be healed ! In vain, in vain I tried to roll Life's load to some dim, distant goal, To feed on dust a famished soul ; — It would not thus be fed ! Created beauty was a di'eam, Created love a fair, fond gleam. Created joy a fitful stream ; — It would not always flow ! 118 LIGHT OF LIFE. O loveliness of time, how poor ! O gay, gay world, how soon your store Is emptied, to be filled no more ! — Thou canst not soothe nor cure. O Christ of God, alone in Thee All beauty, love, and joy I see ; My all shalt Thou for ever be ; — Thou canst not change nor die ! LIGHT OF LIFE. Light of life, so softly shining From the blood-besprinkled tree, Never waning nor declining, Shine, shine on me ! Light of life, so sweetly gleaming Down upon our troubled sea, With the love of Jesus beaming, Shine, shine on me ! LIGHT OF LIFE. 119 Light of life, that knows no fading ; From all changes Thou art free. Holy Light, that knows no shading, Shine, shine on me ! Light of life, that knows no setting, Day and night Thy beams we see, Joy and peace in us begetting, Shine, shine on me ! Light of life, in childhood's gladness, To Thy radiance we would flee ; Be our strength in days of sadness. Shine, shine on me ! Light of life, all health bestowing. Lift we up our eyes to Thee ; From the cross of Jesus flowing. Shine, shine on me ! 120 WIND SONGS. WIND SONGS. Luctantes ventos, tempestatesque sonoras. — Vikg. ^n. i. 54. Sing, ancient wind, That hauntest this old hill ; As in forgotten days, Draw out thy music still : Keep time to the rich notes Of this old moorland rill. Sing through the forest firs. Sing through the garden-flowers, Through the broad forest-oak. And through the fragrant bowers, Through the high battlements Of these half-fallen towers. Sing round the ocean-cliff. Sing o'er the swelling wave ; Sing down the lonely vale, WIND SONGS. 121 And o'er the leaf-strewn grave ; Sing past the hollow arch Of the far-echoinsf cave. & Sing o'er the harvest field, And down the shaded stream ; Sinof throuoh the network bright Of summer's twilight gleam, When gold and silver mix Like colors in a dream. Sing through the olive-boughs. The palm-groves of the plain ; Sing through the broken shafts Of temples cleft in twain ; Sinor throuofh the ruined aisles Of each long-silent fane. Sing o'er Arabia's sands, And through Judaea's hills ; Sing amid Horeb's rocks. Or up the leaping rills Which bounteous Lebanon Out of his fulness fills. 122 THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. Sing past Moriah's mount, The mount of festival ; Sing through old Salem's streets, And echo through each hall, The wail of ages long At her sad funeral. THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. Give thou thy youth to God, With all its budding love ; Send up thy opening heart to Him, Fix it on One above. He seeks thy heart, my chUd, He wants to make thee blest ; Thy soul with His own joy to fill. To give thee peace and rest. Be early wise for heaven. Choose thou the narrow way ; The gate is strait, the road is rough, But it will end m day. THE DATS OF THY YOUTH. 123 Shuii the vain, giddy crowd ! Its shows, and snares, and lies ; Above its beauty and its love, Lift thou thy wandering eyes. Set thou thy heart on truth ! The way of truth is one. Shun error, sweet though it may be ; Look upward to the sun. One Sun there is above, One sun of light below ; Take the one light from the one Sun, So shall thy light o'erflow. Love thou the book of God, Prize every holy line ; Steep in its truth thy thirsty soul, And claim each hope as thine. Know thou the God of love ; Seek thou thy joy in Him, A joy that shall endure and bless. When other joys grow dim. 124 THE DATS OF THY YOUTH. Take thou the side of God, In things or great or small ; So shall He ever take thy side, And bear thee safe through all. Aim high ! thou wert not made To grovel on the ground : Aim high ! this life is not the last : The higher lies beyond. Quail not before the bad, Be brave for truth and right ; Fear God alone, and ever walk As in His holy sight. Each stroke the marble moulds, And every touch the clay ; Each sunbeam rising from the deep Unfolds the gorgeous day. So does each little word. Or wish, or deed, or plan. Each hour's impression, help to give Form to the future man. THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. 125 Shun what is low or mean, • Be generous and true ; The noble models of the past, — Keep them before thy view. Stoop not to brood on self, Check the self-pitying tone ; Rise above self and selfish thoughts, And learn to stand alone. Alone, with only God For guidance and for light. For wisdom and for sympathy. For counsel and for might. Love the broad fields of earth. Its ever mirthful flowers ; The fra^ance of its waving boughs, Alike in sun and showers. Love all that God hath made, Each bud, each leaf, and gem ; They shine all fair in Him, and He Shines beauteously in them. 126 THE DATS OF THY YOUTH. Lest thou become a lie, Thy life a fiction, and thy words Mere words of mockery. Dread unreaHty, And be what thou dost seem : The true is fairer than the false, Whatever men may dream. Be real to thyself. Be real to thy God, Be real to thy fellow-men ; Keep thou the one true road. Bend the expectant knee. Love the still hour of prayer ; Go to the seat of God, and pour Thy heart's deep fulness there. Seest thou yon cross afar ? There died the Son of God : That cross, it leads and beckons thee Along the heavenly road. SPEAK, FOR THY SERVANT HEARETH. 127 SPEAK, FOR THY SERVANT HEARETH. Speak Thou to me, O Son of God, And let my spirit hear Thy voice ; Speak with Thy still small voice of love, And let this heart of mine rejoice. Speak, as Thou didst when here on earth, The words of everlasting love ; That my whole soul may yield to Thee, And in Thy steps with gladness move. Take-ftdl possession of this heart, Leave there no part imtouched, unfilled ; Withdraw each veil that hides Thy face, And let Thy glory be revealed. Tell of Thy love and grace, O Christ, Tell of Thy ever-cleansing blood ; Tell of Thy cross and sacrifice. And draw this longing heart to God. 128 SPEAK, FOR THY SERVANT HEARETH. Put forth Thy power, O mighty Lord, Break down this proud rebellious will : Root out the unbelief within ; teach me, teach me to be still. Say, " I am thine," and teach me, Lord, To answer with a glad Amen ; Teach me to say, " And I am Thine, Thou fairest of the sons of men." Say, " Peace I leave with thee, my peace To thee for evermore I give : " Say, " I am life, my life is thine, 1 live, and ye shall also Hve." Abide with us and in us, Lord, Help us to keep Thy cross in view ; Oh tell us all Thou art, and say, " Abide in me, and I m you." Put Thy left hand beneath my head, Let Thy right hand embrace me still ; Oh bring me to Thy festal haU, And let me drink of love my fiU. THE JUST FOR THE UXJUST. 129 Oh speak the word, " Rise up, my love ; Rise up, my fair one, come away : The rain is o'er, the winter past. The flowers appear, 'tis May, 'tis May ! " Speak to the day, and it shall break ; Speak to the shadows, — they shall flee : Then shall we see Thee as Thou art. And be for ever. Lord, with Thee. THE JUST FOR THE UNJUST. In te mortem mors necavit; Dum. se ipsum immolavit Vera Christus hostia. — Old HviES'. The Son of God descends ; The promised Child is born ; The eternal Word becometh flesh ; Shineth the star of morn ! He lives a human life ; A human death He dies ; Lies buried in a human grave, The accepted sacrifice. 6* I 130 THE JUST FOR THE UNJUST. He risetli from the tomb, And leaveth in His stead The mortal wrappings of the flesh, The raiment of the dead. He took our place below, We take His place on high : Pie lived that we might live, He died That we might never die. Through Him we come to Thee, O God of holy love ! He is the way, the truth, the life, Oh fix om- hearts above ! Our life is in Thy love ; Without it all is night : Life is not life without Thy love ; Thy friendship is our light. FUEJfACE HEAT. 131 FURNACE HEAT. Good is Thy will, O Lord, and good Thy way ; ■ Good is Thy discipline, though now so sore. Good is Thy guidance in this evil day ; Good will all soon appear, when on the shore, Landed and safe, we shall be tried no more. Not joyous now, but grievous, are Thy strokes ; And yet their fruit is purity divine. Thy rod we need ; yet more Thy power and skill To mould, according to Thy fair design, - Thy perfect likeness in us line by line. Yet spare us, spare us, for the flesh is weak, And the poor spirit shrinks beneath the rod ; Now it is willing, then it fails and faints Beneath the pressui-e of the heavy load. Asking : And must we suffer thus, O God ? 132 BREAD ENOUGH AND TO SPARE. And yet we dare not ask a lighter load, A gentler discipline, a smoother way, An easier life on earth, a sweeter cup, A tenderer touch in moulding this hard clay ! Teach us to trust, to suffer, and obey. We place ourselves within Thy holy hands, Saying, Not our will, Lord, but Thine be done ! All that we need Thou knowest, O our God : Give what we need, yet spare each feeble one "What may be sj)ared, and yet the kingdom won. BREAD ENOUGH AND TO SPARE. The bread wlierewith I have fed you in the wilderness. — Ex. xvi. 32. Food of the soul, eternal bread. Which whoso eateth never dies ; Upon these desert sands spread out, The hidden manna of the skies. BREAD ENOUGH AND TO SPAEE. 133 True bread of heaven, and bread of God, In thee we find eternal store : To thee in our deep need we come ; Give us thyself for evermore. True bread of life, the Father's gift, To feed the famished sons of earth ; Who eateth of thee hungers not, Even in this land of human dearth. Life of the dead, O livmg Christ ! Pour in Thy life into our death. That we, all faint of soul, may know The power of Thine all-quickening breath. Quickened by Thee, no death we fear ; Sustained by Thee, our weakness turns To strength immortal ; touched by Thee, Our coldness into fervor bums. Fed at Thy table, we are filled ; Each day repeats the sweet repast, — Sweeter and sweeter still, for Thou Keepest the best unto the last. I 134 THE SUPPER OF THANKSGIVING. THE SUPPER OF THANKSGIVING. For the bread and for tlie wine, For the pledge that seals Him mine, For the words of love divine, We give Thee thanks, Lord. For the body and the blood, For the more than angels' food, For the boundless grace of God, We give Thee thanks, Lord. For the chalice whence we sip Moisture for the parched Hp, For the board of fellowship, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. For the feast of love and peace, Bidding all our sorrows cease, Earnest of the kingdom's bliss. We give Thee thanks, Lord. I THE SUPPER OF THANKSGIVING. For the heavenly presence-bread, On the golden table laid, Blessed banquet for us made, We ffive Thee thanks, Lord. For the paschal lamb here given, For the loaf without the leaven. For the manna dropt from heaven, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. Only bread and only wine. Yet to faith the solemn sign Of the heavenly and di-^ine ! We give Thee thanks, Lord. For the words that tm-n our eye To the cross of Calvary, Bidding us in faith di-aw nigh, We give Thee thanks, Lord. For the words that fragrance breathe. These poor symbols underneath, Words that His own peace bequeath, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. 135 136 THE SUPPER OF THANKSGIVING. For the words that tell of home, Pointing iis beyond the tomb, " Do ye this until I come," We give Thee thanks, Lord. Till He come we take the bread. Type of Him on whom we feed, Him who liveth and was dead ! We give Thee thanks, Lord. Till »He come we take the cup ; As we at His table sup, Eye and heart are lifted up ! We give Thee thanks, Lord. For that coming, here foreshown. For that day to man unknown. For the glory and the throne. We give Thee thanks, Lord. THE SUPPER AND THE ADVENT. 137 THE SUPPER AND THE ADVENT. Till He come we own His name, Romicl His table gathering ; One in love and faith and hope, Waitinoj for an absent King. Blessed table, where the Lord Sets for us His choicest cheer ; Angels have no feast like this, Angels wait, but sit not here. Till He come we eat this bread, Seated round this heaven-spread board ; Till He come we meet and feast, In remembrance of the Lord. In the banquet-house of love, In the Bridegroom's garden fair ; Thus we sit and feast and praise, — Angels look, but cannot share. .138 THE SUPPER AND THE ADVENT. Till He come we take tliis cup, — Cup of blessing and of love ; Till He come we drink this wine, Emblem of the wine above, — Emblem of the blood once shed, Blood of Him our sins who bare Angels look, but do not drink. Angels never taste such fare. Till He come, beneath the shade Of His love we sit and sing ; Over us His banner waves. In His hall of banqueting. Happy chamber, where the Lord Spreads the feast with viands rare ; Angels now are looking on, Angels serve, but cannot share. Till He come, we wear the badge Of the ancient stranger-band ; Leaning on our pilgrim-staff, Till we reach the glorious land. THE SLTPPER AND THE ADVENT. 139 Homeless here, like Him we love, Watch we still in faith and prayer ; Angels have no watch like ours, Angels have no cross to bear. Till He come, we fain would keep These our robes of earth unsoiled ; Looking for the festal dress, Raiment of the im defiled. Ha ! these robes of purest Hght, Fairest still among the fair ! Angels gaze, but cannot claim, — Angels no such raiment wear. Till He come we keep this feast, Emblem of the feast above ; Marriage-supper of the Lamb, Festival of joy and love. Angels hear the bridal-song, Angels set the festal fare : Angels hear, but cannot join ; Angels wait, but cannot share. 140 THE master's voice. THE jMASTER'S VOICE. The Master saith, " My time is now at hand : " We hear His words, and we at once obey. Prepare the feast, is His divine command ; Thus we iDrepare the board, and feast with Him to- day. Prepare, O Master, these dull hearts of ours For this Thy feast, else all in vain is S23read ; Prepare our hearts, that with new-quickened powers We may converse with Thee, and eat the blessed bread. The Master saith, " Be ready, for I come ; " We hear His warning voice, and we prepare. It is a voice which bids us hasten home, Which bids us rise from earth to meet Him in the air. THE master's voice. 141 Master, we have heard Thy loving voice ; Eouse our cold spirits with Thy solemn word : Say, " It is I," and bid our souls rejoice ; Fit us for meeting Thee, our long, long absent Lord. These sounds of earth the heavenly voices drown. We scarce can hear Thee through tliis daily din : Oh, speak in yet more penetrating tone ; Let Thy voice reach our ears, and Thy words enter in. Let discords die away, and let us hear The melody beyond of joy and love ; Silence the jar of earth, and let our ear Take in the far-off notes descending from above. But not the world alone, Tvith its rude noise. Absorbs the heavenly melody beyond : The church of God, raising her angry voice, In the ambitious brawl drowns every holy sound. Once Thou didst put aside the sword, and say, " It is enough ; " oh, speak that word again : Curb the self-will, the pride and strife allay ; The noise of scornftd words and carnal wrath re- strain. 142 THE master's voice. Her Babel-voices soon will silence Thine ; Thou must withdraw, and speak to her no more. Oh, how unlike the unity divine, That marked her early days, — the days of love and power ! The tempest is witliin her ; untamed wills Have stirred its fury. Is the Master dumb ? To Him we cry, who the wild tempest stills ; 'Tis the fourth watch of night, and yet Thou art not Carest Thou not that we are perishing ? Awake, O Lord, speak louder than the wave : With Thine own kingly touch the calmness bring ; Say, Peace be still; arise. Thy broken church to Let not her worldliness and strife and sin Provoke Thy Spirit to return no more ; And if she must be wrecked, let all within. Though in strange ways and diverse, find tlie holy shore. HUMAN WEARINESS AND DIVINE REST. 143 flTOIAN WEARINESS AND DIVINE REST. Giver of rest ! This world is weary, weary in its sin. Oh, point it to Thy home of heavenly rest, And bid it enter in. Fountain of good ! This poor world wanders, wanders sadly on ; It cries. Oh, who will show us any good ? — Yet good it findeth none ! The good it seeks Is only, only to be found in Thee ; The good that fills and satisfies the heart. Thy love so vast and free. Darkness is here ! And darkness to the light the world prefers ; It stumbles on in riot and in lust, Its every footstep errs. 144 HUMAN "WEAIIINESS AND DIVINE REST. Labor is here ! And the world seeketh rest, but findeth none. Rest of the weary, pity its unrest ; Oh, hear its heavy moan. High thought is here ! But thought is restless like the rolUng waves ; It cannot cool the burning breast : oh, give The rest which heals and saves. Bright love is here ! With all the glow of its delicious smiles : Oh, teach the sons of men the purer love, Love that no sin defiles. Music is here ! But 'tis not music with its dying falls That soothes the broken heart, or the vexed soul Back to lost peace recalls. Knowledge is here ! And science with its fair, far-ranging sweep : But the heart owns them not, — its void is far Too awful and too deep. HOIAN WEAEIXESS AJND DITIXE BEST. 145 Laughter is here ! But what are jests to a sin-stricken heart ? Thou with whom the well is of calm joy, Thy heavenly joy impart. True Mends are here ! But earthly friendship is a dying flower. O deathless Friend, give friendship that will last The long eternal hour. And gold is here ! But rest was never bought with earthly gold. Give to the weary the abiding rest, Which is not bought nor sold. Glad suns are here ! But suns, with all their brilliance, shine in vain ; They light not up the shaded brow of care, Nor banish human pain. Sweet flowers are here ! Flowers whose rich odors are like Eden's balm ; But roses cool not the heart's fever-pulse, Nor smooth it into calm. 7 J 146 THE SEAMLESS RAIMENT. Clear streams are here ! Wliich in the lone high mountain-cleft have birth ; But these are not the waters from the thi^one, They quench no thirst of earth. Giver of rest ! Who restedst not when here, that we might rest ; Pity earth's weariness, and give, oh give Rest on Thy loving breast. THE SEAMLESS RAEVIENT. K I may but toucli His garment, I sliall be whole. — Matt. ix. : Hem of the seamless robe, Through which the virtue poured ; Which told that He from whom it came Was earth's great King and Lord. With tremulous eager hand. Thee would I touch and grasp ; No force of man nor wiles of hell My hand should e'er unclasp. THE SEAMLESS RATilENT. 147 Hem of the seamless robe, Wliich clothed our High Priest here, When in the lowliness of love He trod our earthly sphere ; "When with His priestly hand He came and cleansed and healed ; When in the fulness of His grace He all that cleansing sealed. True health, through thee, from Him Into this soul shall flow ; The health of hexiven, the life of God Besrun on earth below. Instead of feebleness, Strength shall my portion be ; Instead of ashes, beauty then Shall brightly compass me. One .touch of that fair robe Hath aU this healing given ; I need but this for blessedness, I need but this for heaven. 148 THE SEAMLESS RAIMENT. Out from its Wearer comes An energy divine, Pervading with transforming power This tainted soul of mine. Who touches it is free ! His chains are snaj^t in twain ; Immortal purity is his, Instead of mortal stain. Through it flows priestly power To liberate the soul ; It purges sin, it casts out ill, It makes the bruised whole. Through it i^oiu^s royal strength, The endless Ufe to give ; It wakes the sleeper from liis sleep, It bids the dead man live. This priestly-royal robe, The robe without a seam. Has wrought strange miracles on earth, Beyond the dreamer's dream. THE SEAMLESS RAIMENT. 149 Thrown o'er the soul, it works To quicken and to save ; Thrown o'er the tomb-enshrouded dust, It disenchants the grave. Thrown over this sad earth, As yet its folds shall be, It shall wipe out the wasting curse. And bid corruption flee. Ages of sickness then Shall in a moment go ; The ao^e of everlastinoj health Shall be begun below. Ages of darkness end ; Light, with its fair array. Long veiled within the seamless robe. Shall burst forth into day. 150 creation's song. CREATION'S SONG. Te cuncta nempe prsedicant ; Te terra, pontus, sidera Cantu celebrant semulo; Peccator unus dissonat. Old Hymn. Deep calletli unto deep, Jehovah He is God ! Stream answereth to stream, And spreads His praise abroad. Star calleth unto star, Jehovah He is God ! Each rising sun and moon Spreadeth His praise abroad. Heaven calleth unto earth, Jehovah He is God ! Earth calleth unto heaven. And spreads His praise abroad. ONE FAITH AND HOPE. 151 In the great song we join, Jehovah He is God ! We echo the gi^at voice, And spread His praise abroad. ONE FAITH AND HOPE. OxLT one cross ! And to that cross He leadeth all His own. They gather round it, and its healing falls Upon each sickly one Only one fold ! And to that fold the Shepherd brings His sheep ; On the green pastures there, to feed them all, And with His staff to keep. Only one way ! One way for all the many wanderers ; Returning from a thousand various parts, Through earth's long stormy years. 152 THE EYE OPENING ON THE CROSS. Only one city ! And to that city His beloved come ; Brought by Himself to find in it for ever Their safe and blessed home. Only one Christ ! And to that Christ the Father draws each eye, Bidding them look, and in that looking live, That they no more may die. Only one heaven ! Into whose glory He His own doth call ; Where all is sinless, sorrowless, and bright, — Where Christ is all in all. THE EYE OPENING ON THE CROSS. For the first time I see The glory of the cross ; how dark before ! Thanks to the mighty hand that swept away the mist, And from before my eyes the veil so kindly tore. THE EYE OPENING ON THE CROSS. 153 The Son of God is there, The holy One is hanging on that tree. He took on Him, in love, my sins, and bore them all : The Just for the mijust has paid the penalty. My Surety hangeth there. My Substitute, who gave His life for mine ; Who died my death that I should live ; transferring all My guilt to Him, to me His excellence divine. He died my awful death ; Therefore I know that I shall never die ; And from that death divine, to me, flows righteous love, The love that cannot change, the love of God most high. How brightly now that cross Shineth ; in splendor hke a new-made sun ! All light is there ; no gloom, no terror, and no wrath ; The grace that floweth out has heights and depths unknown. That cross, — it suits me well : It soothes my fears, and speaks true words of peace ; 7* 154 THE EYE OPENING ON THE CROSS. It breaks my bonds in twain, and liberates my soul ; It healeth all my wounds, and bids my sorrows cease. It gives me heavenly strength, And in that strength I fight the fight of God ; It draws me on ; it lifts me up from sin and dust ; It lightens all my path, and shows the heavenly road. It giveth peace with God ! It gives the peace of God that passeth thought ; It shows the Christ of God, Himself our only peace, — The sure and perfect peace, which the world knoweth not. At morn and even it shines ! It is our matin and our vesper song. Like Israel's desert cloud, it will abide with us ; 'Twill cheer our earthly path, however rough and long. It is our resting-2-)lace. Where we behold the pierced hands and side, And where the wondrous cry, " 'Tis finished ! " we can hear : There safe as in the rock of God we would abide. THE EYE OPENING ON THE CROSS. 155 It is our meeting-place, Where righteousness and grace have met in love ; Where God the holy can unholy man embrace, Where earth saluteth heaven descending from above. No cross of gold or gems, Graven to adorn, by man's device and art, Is that in which my soul delights and ever trusts, — With which, in guilt's dread hour, I calm my trembling heart. The all-atoning death. In shame and agony for sinners here. The finished work of love, the reconciling blood, — That is the cross which in my heart of hearts I wear. I need no earthly cross, No carnal emblem of a dying Lord ; It seemeth but to mock His shame, and blood, and cries : With closed eyes I muse uj)on the awful word, — Awful, yet blessed still, — 'Tis FINISHED, the atoning work is done ! 156 EARLY SAVED. All righteousness MfiUecl, all shadows passed away ; Shines now all clear and fair the one unsetting sun. I glory in the cross ! There with the Son of God the death I died. By it this evil world is crucified to me, And I mito this evil world am crucified. O Christ the Son of God ! Reveal Thyself to me, Thy truth and grace, That I, partaking of Thy fulness daily here. May, when Thy kingdom comes, behold Thy glorious face. EARLY SAVED. "Ov yap (ptXel Qebg 7' aTcoOvrjcKeL veog. Old Greek Fragment. O EARLY saved ! Gone to thy resting-place. Without the fight or race, Without the toil or sweat. The burden and the fret, EARLY SAVED. 157 The sorrow and the sin, The bitter war within, Without the daily strife Of this tempestuous life ! Only in di'eams since then. Only in dreams we've met : Brief meeting and quick parting this ; Yet can we e'er forget The short but blessed past, The days of childhood's love. Cut short in sweetest prime. To be resumed above ? O early saved, not lost ! Life and not death is thine : Not wrecked, but landed safely on the coast "Where suns for ever shine. Born not to die, but live. Thy life is now begun. Born not for storm, but calm, Thy haven is now won. Born not for night, but day. For ever shines thy sun. 158 TO THE HOLT SPIRIT. Born not for earth, but heaven, Thy one brief hour is done. All now with thee is well, Thou tln^ice-beloved one : We meet thee in the land Where sorrow is unknown ; To sit with thee in Hght Upon the eternal throne ! TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. Te docente discitur, Ostendente cernitur, Conferente capitur, Donum sapientiae. — Old Hymn. Holy Spirit, spring of gladness, Into glory turn this gloom ; Make a morning of this midnight, Make a temple of this tomb. Into summer turn this winter, Soothe this tempest into calm ; Out of wretched dust and ashes Bring the beauty and the balm. TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 159 Into freedom turn tliis bondage, Into laughter turn these tears ; Give me heavenly health for sickness, Joy and song for sighs and tears. Wake, O north wind, freshly stirring, Blow upon a drooj^ing earth ; Come, thou south wmd, to my garden, That the spices may flow forth. Teach us, O Thou blessed Teacher ! With Thy teacliing all is plain ; Give the everlasting wisdom. Without which all here is vain. Keep fi'om falsehood, save from folly ; Give the real and the true ; Pour in truth in days of error. Freshen us with heavenly dew. With the words of peace and comfort Enter each sad heai-t and home ; With Thy balm of consolation, INIighty Comforter, oh come ! 160 OTHER GODS. Are we not Thy living temples, Honored once, and loved so well ? Visit us with sevenfold fulness, Here in all Thy glory dwell. Shall the altar-fire be scattered ? Shall the incense cease to burn ? Shall Thy temple be forsaken ? Wilt Thou not to us return ? OTHER GODS. Unstable age ! Hither and thither tossed ; Still chasing what is new, In mists and mazes lost. Unanchored bark ! Drifting across the deep, TVlthout a helm or chart The onward course to keep. OTHER GODS. 161 Thy men of thought, Thy heroes of the mind, Are like the driven leaves, — Reeds shaken with the wind. 'Tis self-wHl all ! And " Ye shall be as gods " Is still the tempting bait That deadly ill forebodes ; — Dark unbehef, Belief of the dark lie, — The first he and the last, " Ye shall not surely die." No Christ, no God ! This is the gloomy goal In which man's progi'ess ends, — The chaos of the soul ! No book of heaven We need to lead us on : Man is his own best guide, And science is his sun ! K 162 OTHER GODS. Back to the gods Of Greece and Rome again ; So graceful, glad, and fair, — These be thy gods, O men ! Back to the groves Of palm-fringed Lebanon, Where Syrian Ashtaroth Bent o'er Endymion. To Ida come. With wine and wreaths and odes, Upon Olympus stand. And worship Homer's gods ! Seek Delos now, Poseidon's island green, Where knelt Ionian maids To Artemis their queen. Worship the earth. The sky, the streams, the sod ; Worship the winds and waves ; But not the Christ of God ! OTHER GODS. 163 Come, worship power, Beauty, and love, and soul ; But not the living God, Who made this mighty whole ! Bow down to self, Take nature to thy heart ; Say earth is God, and God Is of this earth a part ! Yet God is God ! And man a wrinkled leaf, Tossed o'er these hills and vales By winds of joy and grief. GodwiUbe God! The day is coming fast When He shall claim His due, — Jehovah, First and Last. He speaks, and earth Shrinks from His voice of dread He summons man, but man Is dumb and hides his head. 16^ OTHER GODS. He speaks again ! But jfrom His face they flee ; The cry of agony Is, Mountains, cover me ! He speaks again ! They gather round the throne.; Their boasts are at an end, Theu" mockery is done. He calls aloud ! He lifts the iron rod ; His foes are crushed ; and earth Now owns the living God. The idols fall ! The idol-slirines are gone ; Ye gods of lust and hate, Your reign on earth is done ! The fool no more Utters the atheist lie ; The scoffer's voice is dumb, And mute his blasphemy. THE WINTER IS PAST. 165 THE WINTER IS PAST. Age of the ages, Whence comest thou ? Laurel and olive Shading thy brow. Age of the peaceful, Joy in thy train ; Age of the holy. Welcome again ! Age of the iron, Vanish your years ; Age of the golden Now reappears. Love in its gladness Shines from above ; Peace in its pureness Comes with the love. 166 THE WINTER IS PAST. Light of the holy Covers the earth ; Life of the blessed Springs into birth. Sword of the spoiler, Sheathe thee at last ; Hosts are disbanding, Havoc is past. Flag of the mighty, Lower thy star ; Idle thy flaunting. Silent the war. Tower of the watchman, Needed no more, Level thy bulwarks, Aged and hoar. Bar, gate, and rampart, Sink in the dust ; Helmet and buckler. Moulder and rust. THE WINTER IS PAST. 167 Shout of the victor O'er the oppressed ; Wail of the vanquished, Be now at rest ! Sigh of the captive, Sink into peace ; Song of the warrior, Now thou shalt cease. Roar of the breaker, Melt into calm ; Gale of the desert, Breathe into balm. Wail of the shipwreck, Rise thou no more ; Silent the tempest. Tranquil the shore. Palm of the moonlight, Wave thou above ; Tell of the triumph. Speak of the love. 168 THE WINTER IS PAS*^. Roses of Sharon, Muster your flowers ; Snow of the myrtle, Whiten our bowers. Bloom of the almond, Gladden our spring ; Scent of the citron, Sweet odor fling. Dew of the morning. Scatter your gold ; Dew of the evening, Splendor unfold. Song of the song-bird. Send out your strain ; Voice of the turtle. Steal o'er the plain. Summer-bright beauty Maketh earth fair ; Summer-sweet fragrance Filleth the air. THE WINTER IS PAST. 169 Summer-green verdure Smiles o'er the plain ; Summer-glad radiance Shines o'er the main. Past is earth's winter, Bright is its May ; Rise up, my fair one, Haste, come away. Daughter of Zion, Sorrow no more ; Light is arising, Darkness is o'er. Shame is forgotten, Exile is past ; Beauty for ashes Cometh at last. Lebanon's glory Riseth to view; Carmel and Sharon Flourish anev/. 170 FAITH AND HOPE. FAITH AND HOPE. On both sides is my anclior firmly cast ; Before, behind, my faith looks steadfastly. There is uo darkness in that long, long past, And in that future no uncertainty. 'Mid the unseen it rests, and finds all sure. The unseen jDast contains my spirit's peace ; The unseen futm*e, ever to endure, Contains my consolation and my bliss. The cross is peace, and that sums up the past ; The crown is joy, and that my future sums : I need but simj)ler faith, faith that shall last, The hope that liberates and overcomes. Thus 'mid the silent and imseen I dwell ; The near and visible are not my home. My soul goes out to the invisible, The things that have been, and are yet to come. I AM WITH THEE. 171 These are the true and real, the good and fair ; These are our solace in life's heaviest woes : The heights and depths of peace and rest are there, And there the spirit finds its true repose. I AM WITH THEE. 'Tis a dead world through which I walk ; My Life, oh, still with me abide ! Each hour impart Thy life anew ; My Life, leave not my side ! "Within, without, deep darkness reigns ; My Light, my Light, be ever near ! If thou shouldst leave me, all is dark ; My Light, oh stay to cheer ! The storm is round me and above ; O calmer of the tempest, come ! Soothe the strong blast, — too strong for me Or take me, take me home ! 172 THE DROPS OF THE NIGHT. Deep are the waters, fierce the flame ; Be with me both in fire and wave ! Let them not seize me nor o'erwhelm, In trial's horn' me save ! Before me lies a path unknown, It may be tears, and pain, and death : Oh, speak the word wliich cheers and nerves, « Fight the s^ood fi^ht of faith." O o o Take Thou my hand, my Guide, my Guide ! My eager hand I stretch to Thee : Hold Thou me up, lead Thou me on, All shall be well with me. THE DROPS OF THE KCGHT. Song of Sol. v. 2. Out in the dew and cold He stands, The drops of night are on His hair : In patient love He waits without ; And who, who keeps Him there ? THE DROPS OF THE NIGHT. 173 All heaven is in His earnest voice, All glory on His brow so fair : In sorrowing love He stands without ; And who, who keeps Him there ? " Open to me, beloved one, With me thv heart and dwellino: share : " But still at the barred door He stands ; And who, who keeps Him there ? He hath no place to lay His head, No one a home or roof will spare : JSTo one respondeth when He knocks ; And who, who keeps Him there ? The M-inds are out, the storm is up, Freezing and sharp the midnight air : He does not leave, but knocketh on ; And who, who keeps Him there ? Our ear is sealed, our heart is cold, And we refuse both hearth and fare : He speaks, we hear not : Ah, 'tis we. Yes, we who keep Him there. 174 WHO IS HE THAT CONDEMNETH? But now no more we shut Thee out, Thou, the fairest of the fair : Come in, Thou blessed One ; we will No longer keep Thee there. He Cometh in, my board I spread. My wine and viands I prepare : The night-drops fall, the night-winds blow ; He is no longer there. He sups with me, and I with Him, 1 wipe the night-drops from His hair : I hear no more His knock without ; He is no longer there. WHO IS HE THAT CONDEMNETH? In the death of Christ I die ; In the life of Christ I live ! All my ill He from me takes, All His good to me doth give. WHO IS HE THAT CONDEMNETH? 175 "With Him nailed to the cross, With Him bm-ied in the grave, With Him raised from bonds and death, Life for ever thus I have. He the fight for me hath fought, And for me the battle won ; Thus in weakness I am made Victor through the conquering One. He the guilt for me hath borne. Condemnation now is done : Wrath has vanished ; I am made Righteous in the righteous One. On me love for ever rests ; Like a river peace doth flow : Christ the mighty work hath done ; God is for me, this I know. His name now is one with mine, I in Him, and He in me ; On His breastplate is my name. Priest and Advocate is He. 176 TOWARD THE MARK. Covered with Thy robe, Christ, All Thy beauty now is mine ; Me in Thee the Judge beholds, My Hfe now is lost in Thine. Since Thou livest, I shall live ; Never canst Thou me disown. Not the cross for me remains, Nor the manger, but the crown. TOWAED THE MARK. My tempted soul, arise and fight ! Round thee are perils of the night. Sleep not, but rouse thee for the war, Nor shrink from pain, and wound, and scar. Do snares lie all thy path along ? And are these spells for thee too strong ? Up then, and grasp the hand divine. Take that almighty hand in thine. TOWARD THE MARK. 177 Does conscious weakness cast thee down ? What ! dost thou tliink thyself alone ? Know'st thou not One who by thy side Doth ever stand, whate'er betide ? Know'st thou not Him who saith to thee, Be strong, weak soul, be strong in me, — Who gives thee His almighty power, To strengthen thee in peril's hour ? His is an arm that cannot fail, Whatever foe may thee assail : His is a love that changes not ; Trust Him, thou shalt not be forgot. O weary feet ! the day of rest Is coming, when, no more oppressed With storm or toil or smiting sun, We shall take rest, all labor done. O heavy eyes ! look up, look up ; See far above thee the bright hope ! Look through the mist, and see beyond The fairest day that ever dawned. 8* L 178 THE ETERNAL ROCK. Be still, be still, my throbbing heart, The strong One will His strength impart ; Firm clasp His hand who claspeth thine, No power shall e'er that clasp untwine. In calmest day or roughest night, Still lean upon Hjs loving might ; He knows alike thy joy and woe, And will He let His loved one go ? THE ETERNAL ROCK. Upon the Rock I plant my foot ! Amid time's shifting, sinking sands, Amid the hm-ricanes of life. Fixed and immovable it stands. All else is moving ; it alone Shakes not, nor yields, nor crumbles down Time and its tempests it defies ; Changes to it are things unknown. THE ETERNAL ROCK. It grows not old, it turns not gray ; It boldly baffles every shock : Repelling earth, defying hell, It standeth firm, the eternal Rock. The earthquakes of the ages strike Against it with increasing rage ; It trembles not, nor shrinks in fear From the dark warfare of the age. It lifts its head above the clouds, It braves the wrath and scorn of foes ; Deep as the everlastmg hills. It strikes its roots in still repose. Rock of eternity, amid All changes here, I rest on Thee ! Rock of the ages that are past, Rock of the ages yet to be. 179 180 LORD, INCREASE OUR FAITH. LORD, INCREASE OUR FAITH. My past, Lord, with all its scenes Of varying good and ill, Of sorrow and of joy, has been The unfolding of Thy will. My future, with its changing scenes Of light and shadow sown, Is in Thy hands, O God of love, Though now to me unknown. Keep me from planning brighter days. Save me from care and pride ; Give what Thy wisdom deemeth right, And I am satisfied. A fuller, warmer heart of love, Give, gracious Lord, to me, — A simpler, stronger, nobler faith, And happier thoughts of Thee. christ:sias cheer. 181 christ:mas cheer. Rejoice, my soul, the Christ has come ! With all thy powers arise and sing. To earth He comes in lowly love, The manger has received the King. O'er Bethlehem the glory rests, And from that glory bursts the song Of angels, which the wondering earth Through all its ages shall prolong. The Son becomes the servant here, From this to us all glory springs ; Lower than angels God is made, — That infant is the King of kings ! The Lamb of sacrifice lies here. Preparing for the altar-fire ; 1 rue Lamb of God, without a spot, — He of all nations the desire. 182 CHRISTMAS CHEER. O long, long promised, come at last, In human weakness man to save ; Thy hfetime's work for us to do, Even from the cradle to the grave. God, in His lowhness of love, From highest heaven to earth hath come; Though rich, for us becoming poor, Despising not the Virgin's womb. Despising not the manger-bed. He takes on earth the lowest place ; To poverty bows down, that we May taste the fulness of His grace. grace of Christ, how full and sweet ! O lo^e of God, how rich and free ! The Father's well-beloved Son Hath stooped to shame and woe for me ! O stony manger of the inn ! Poor casket thou for such a gem : On thee we gaze, in thee we find Heaven's glory, earth's bright diadem. IT won't be long. 183 IT WON'T BE LONG. Brothers, wherefore fear ye ? Onwards, forwards steer ye ; See the green shore near ye. Kmdly winds are blowing. Homewards we are going, Slack not in your rowing. Soon shall be the meeting, Sweet shall be the greeting, Plours are swiftly fleeting. Hark ! the voice of cheering, As the shore is nearing. Press along unfearing. 184 COME TO THY TEMPLE. COME TO THY TEMPLE. Great Lord and Master of the temple, come ! O visit in Thy holy love Thy shrine. How much of worldly vanity dwells here, In that which should have been unearthly and divine ! False gods are here, and idols all around, With idol-altars smoking everywhere ; The fumes of idol-incense rise and spread Their odors in the once all still and hallowed air. The world is here, with laughter and with song, With dance and gayety and idle jest ; Here where Thy name was named; of which Thou saidst, Here will I ever dwell, this is my place of rest. O holy home of God, where all things calm, Pure, and unworldly should alone be found ; O church of God, how unlike what thou wert ! Unclean and common now the consecrated ground ! COME TO THY TEMPLE. 185 Ejiit into one Thy living members, Lord ; Purge Thy one temple of aU things miclean : Snence the din, and strife, and angry jar ; Give unity and peace ; cast out the wrath and sin. Cast out the buyers and the sellers. Lord ; Let not the world i^ollute the hallowed fane. Oh, make Thy church what it shall one day be. Like her great Head above, without a spot or stain. Let the sweet incense from her altars rise, Let the pure sacrifice to Thee be given ; Clothe Thou her priests with truth and holiness. And let the songs of earth resemble those of heaven. Strip off all unreality and pride ; Give Thou the broken and the contrite heart ; Descend and dwell in these polluted shrines. And let Thy Spirit all His heavenly grace impart. Let not her worldliness, and strife, and sin, So banish Thee that Thou return no more ; Or if she must be wrecked, let all within, Though in strange ways and diverse, reach the holy shore. 186 PENTECOST. PENTECOST. The Master hath His word fulfilled ; And though we still are far from home, The days of orphanage are past, — The Comforter has come ! The promise of the Father now Descends ; om* lips no more are dumb : The rushing mighty wind is heard, — The Comforter has come ! The true Enlightener of the dark, Of heavenly gifts the soul and sum, The mighty Quickener of the dead, — The Comforter has come ! The Breath from the four winds of heaven, That breathes into the awfid tomb. The resurrection-breath of God, — The Comforter has come ! PENTECOST. 187 Midnight has blossomed into morn, For gladness we exchange our gloom ; The joy unsj^eakable is ours, — The Comforter has come ! Om* fetters break, our burdens fall. Fresh rays fi'om heaven our souls illume ; Our prison-bars he broken round, — The Comforter has come ! Now are we strong for service high, For toil, or pain, or mart}Tdom ; Now we can face the sword or fire, — The Comforter has come ! Now are we nerved for holy fight, For longer hfe or earlier doom ; Our helmet, shield, and sword are on, — The Comforter has come ! The fii'e from heaven descends in power, Our dross for ever to consume ; In holy liberty we walk, — The Comforter has come ! 188 THE CROSS-WEARER. The south wind blows, the kindly sun Ripens our garden's summer-bloom, And hangs the fruit upon oiu* boughs, — The Comforter has come ! THE CROSS-WEARER. I AM crucified with Christ, With Him nailed upon the tree : Not THE cross, then, do I bear ; But the cross it beareth me. Solemn cross on which I died. One with Him the crucified. Shall I take that blood-stained cross, Cross of agony and shame, Cross of Him who fought my fight. Cross of Him who overcame, — Shall I deck myself with thee. Awful cross of Calvary ? Shall I drag thee through the crowd, 'Md the laughter that is thei-e ; THE CE0SS-T7EARER. 189 Wliirl thee tlirougli the giddy waltz Bound upon my neck or hair ? Awful cross of Calvary, Shall I deck myself with thee ? Shall I make that lowly cross ]Minister of woman's pride ? Drawing eyes to me that should Fix upon the Crucified ? Awful cross of Calvary, Shall I deck myself with thee ? Shall I call this glittering gem, Made for show and vanity, Shall I call this gaud a cross, — Cross of Him who died for me ? Shall I deck myself with thee, Awful cross of Calvary ? Cross of man's device, I turn From thee to Himself, my Lord ; What can this symbolic gem Do for me ; — what peace afford ? 190 THOU SHALT KNOW HEREAFTER. Shall I deck myself with thee, Awful cross of Calvary ? I am crucified with Clirist; Yet I live through Him who died Shall that cross of blood and woe Minister to human pride ? Shall I deck myself with thee, Awful cross of Calvary ? THOU SHALT KNOW HEREAFTER. Is good or evil reigning here, One lord or many bearing sway ? "Who is the ruler of this sphere ? So ask we oft, — but who shall say ? Sin triumphs, death and pain are rife, The l)est and worst like sorrows know ; All is disorder, darkness, strife : Who, then, is master here below ? Wlience has this chaos come, and how Or when shall earth shake off this load ? THOU SHALT KNOW HEREAFTER. 191 One is the word, to which we bow, " Be still, and know that I am God." Unequal seem all things, unjust ; Toils, tears, a wilderness of crime : Dark passions, deadly hate, foul lust, Fill up the chronicles of time. And yet each murmur we vepely What we now know not we shall know : Let us be patient ; all is well. For history is stern and slow. Let us be patient ; God is wise ; He does not fling His gold abroad ; Each jDlan profound our patience tries : " Be still, and know that I am God." Let us be patient ; God is love ; All wi'ong shall yet be righted here : The bitterest shall the sweetest prove ; The dark and tangled all be clear. The worst shall then appear the best, And from confusion order spring ; The wisdom then shall stand confessed, And power of the Eternal King. 192 THE COMING CREED Trust Him, He knows our troubled state ; He knows each winding of the road : Let us sit calmly down and wait ; " Be still, and know that I am God." THE COMING CREED. The creeds have gone, so speaks the age The era of the sects is past. Forward ! In spite of saint or sage. True freedom has begun at last. The Christ of God is now no more, The Christ of man now sits supreme ; The cross is part of mythic lore, The resurrection-morn a dream. The age's progress fears no God, No righteous law, no Judge's throne ; Man bounds along his new-found road, And calls this universe Ms own. THE C03IING CREED. 193 Not faith in God, but faith in man, Is pilot now, and sail, and oar : The creeds are shrivelled, cold, and wan ; The Christ that has been is no more ! Old truth, which once struck deep in hearts, Fights hard for Hfe, but fights in vain ; Old error into vigor starts. And fable comes to life again. Old misbelief becomes earth's creed ; The falsehood lives, the truth has died : Man leans upon a broken reed. And falls in helplessness of pride. He spurns the hand that would have led, The lips that would have spoken love ; The Book that would his soul have fed. And taught the wisdom from above. The ever-standing cross, to liim Is but a Hebrew relic vain ; The wondrous birth at Bethlehem A fiction of the wandering brain. 9 M 194 THE YOKE OF THE TRUE BTASTER. He wants no Saviour and no light ; No teacher but himself he needs : He knows not of a human night, Save from the darkness of the creeds. Eternal Light, hide not Thy face ; Eternal Truth, direct our way ; Eternal Love, shine forth in grace, Reveal our darkness and Thy day ! THE YOKE OF THE TRUE MASTER. Thy yoke ! All other yokes are hard, But Thine is soft and light ; It fills the soul that puts it on With an unknown delight. Thy yoke ! There are no chains in it ; It giveth eagle's wings : The soul that takes it hastens on, And, as he goeth, sings. THE YOKE OF THE TRUE MASTER. 195 Tliy burden is a load of love, And love makes all things sweet ; It gives fresh vigor to the frame, New swiftness to the feet. It does not stay us in our course, Nor make our service hard ; It cheers us on, and points us to The day of glad reward. Oh, give us then Thy pleasant yoke, Thy blessed burden lay On us, that we may do Thy work In our brief service-day. Help us, O Lord, to serve Thee well In weakness here below ; That we, rejoicing in Thy love, Our love to Thee may show. The ser\dce that we render now, 'Mid conflict, grief, and fear, Is such as angels cannot give In their all-peacefal sphere ; — 196 BE STRONG. Service which ceases when we part With foes, and sins, and pain, — Service that glorifies Thy name Beyond all service then. Right gladly then we take the yoke, And bear it hour by hour ; We glory in that service here Which magnifies Thy power. Sustain us here, most gracious Lord ! Quicken our love and faith, That we may serve Thee well, and be Still faithful unto death. BE STRONG. In God, your God, be strong. His power and grace are thine ; The battle is the battle of thy God, The victory is divine. BE STRONG. 197 True warriors of the King, Fear not the mighty host Of powers and principalities beneath ; Heed not the hellish boast Dread not the evil day, Dark as that day may be. Courage ! However mighty is thy foe, A greater is with thee ! Take up, ye men of war. The armor of the Lord ; The panoply of heaven, the spear-proof shield. The helmet, and the sword. Quit you like men of might ; Be strong, and face the foe : War the good warfare here of faith and truth, Lay the great tempter low. To him who overcomes Does the bright crown belong ; His is the everlasting recompense, The victor's palm and song. 198 BEYOND THE MISTS. BEYOND THE MISTS. Thinner and tliinner grows the veil Between us and the heaven of God ; The mists are clearing from the dale, Comes the last winding of the road. Years hurry past, and earth grows old, And time's sad sea is ebbing dry ; Long-covered hills their heads unfold. The distant has become the nish. o Round us the darknesses still grow, But brighter burn the lights above ; Earth's lamps are waxing dim and low, As onward tln'ough its wastes we move. Our earthly treasures lessen fast ; Larger our heavenly stores become : Earth like a waste becomes at last. And heaven more truly seems our home. BEYOND THE MISTS. 199 They go ; we weep, yet dry our tears : They die, yet die not ; all is well : They leave but feebleness and fears, In immortality to dwell. " Farewell ! " we say. Why speak we thus ? Is it not " well " for ever there ? 'Tis they should say " Farewell " to us. Still compassed here with sin and care. They enter in, we mark the road ; We follow with our eyes afar. Like one who watches, as some cloud Blots from om- "sdew some long-loved star. Nearer now seems the land unseen, And nearer too the glorious day, When the thin veil, now drawn between. Shall vanish into hght away. Meanwhile the little flock remains, And Israel's Shepherd keeps the fold ; Safe, while His arm this earth sustains Under His shadow as of old. 200 Elijah's ascension. And one by one He calls them up, Out fi'om the peril and the war ; Above the fear, above the hope, Beyond the tumult and the jar. ELIJAH'S ASCENSION. On his Lord's bosom now He resteth from his toil : Done is his fiery warfare here, Purged of all earthly soil. The fiery chariot comes ; He knoweth well for whom : It halts, he enters it, and goes In awful splendor home. At Jordan's margin green He lays his burden down, Shakes ofi" mortality, and mounts To his eternal crown. ELIJAH'S ASCENSION. 201 He does not stay to doff The well-worn mantle here ; Just as he is he passes up, Without a care or fear. All travel-stamed his feet, His sandals soiled and torn ; His raiment rough, and strange, and old. With life's sore jom^ney worn. With weary limbs that day, On farewell errands bound, Bethel's rough hills he climbed, then sought The river-plain renowned ; — The plain where Israel's camp First stood on Canaan's shore ; The pillar-glory overhead, Marching in hght before. Smiting the water's strength. He parts the flood in twain, Moves o'er its dark uncovered bed. Not to return again. 9* 202 Elijah's ascension. Here, where of old the Lord In wondrous grace came down To lay His honored saint to rest Deep in a grave unknown, — Here He descends again, In fiery chariot driven. To snatch from death His proiDhet-saint, And bear him up to heaven. Far above Nebo's height He moves triumphant on ; From highei' peaks than Pisgah's, sees That goodly Lebanon. All the fair land he leaves, Beneath his feet now lies ; And Salem in her zone of hills Looks up to see him rise. His mighty works are done ; These flaming coursers bear This over-wearied son of toil Beyond both hope and fear. ELIJAH'S ASCENSION. 20S He needs no ai-mor now, No buckler for Ms breast ; His fight is fought, his victory won, He rests where warriors rest. But now he heard the noise Of Jordan's tui'bid roar; Next moment he is by the fount Where hving waters pom\ Fair are the palms he left Beliind him as he rose ; But fairer far the palms wiiich shade Life's river as it flows. Fair is Samaria's hill, Bright is its crown of pride ; More fair the city where she dwells The Lamb's immortal Bride. There, in his Father's house, The pilgrim rests at last, His Cherith-days, his Horeb-nights Of pilgrimage all past. 204 THE STILL SMALL VOICE. No more he wars with kings, Or fights with sin and wrong ; His are the crown and palm and harp, And his the endless sonsf. THE STILL SIMALL VOICE. Keep silence, God is speaking, Hear thou His voice ; He speaks in loving-kindness, — Listen, rejoice. Aside from human converse, Come thou alone ; Be ready still to welcome His stillest tone. Thy God, man, but wanteth Thy ready ear. He knoweth what thou needest : Be still, and hear. THE STILL SMALL VOICE. 205 He loves to speak, — O listen ! Turn not away. His heart to thee is beating ; Stay, trifler, stay ! That which He speaks is gladness, No word to grieve. His words are words of healing, Hear, then, and live. He draweth near in mercy ; He loves to spare : His hand on us He layeth, — All heaven is there. The years that seem the darkest Are years of love : He speaketh through the darkness Peace from above. The days that seem all sunless Are days of light ; For God Himself is in them To make all bright. 206 * FOR ME. The hours of pain and weakness Are hours of strength. The health seems long in coming ; It comes at length. He comes when waves are tossing, In storm and shade. With " It is I " He cometh ; " Be not afraid ! " FOR ME. He must increase, and I decrease : Less of myself and more of Him ! I am all emptiness, and He A fountain filled up to the brim. He takes my poverty and want, To give me His o'erflowing wealth ; He takes my sickness on Himself, To give me His celestial health. KNOW YE NOT? 207 He goeth down that I may rise, Is bound in chains to set me free ; Enters my lonely prison-house, • That I may know His liberty. He drinks my sorrow, weeps my tears, That I may taste His joy and rest ; His hunger and His thirst are mine, That mine may be His heavenly feast. He takes my name, and gives me His, For my poor raiment gives His own ; And all that He has done is mine, — His worth. His fulness, and His crown. KIS^OW YE NOT? What ! Know ye not That, of all those who run some earthly race, Only one wins the prize ? So run that ye may win ; End well, end well what ye begin. 208 KNOW YE NOT? Lest turning back ye fall, And end by losing all, — * O loss without repair ! What ! Know ye not That the true tem23le of the Lord are ye, Home of the Holy Ghost? Defile, destroy it not, But keep it, keep it without spot. It is no earthly shrine. But heavenly and divine, — Pollute ye not its courts ! What ! Know ye not That saints shall judge the world, nay, angels too ? Judge then true judgment here, — Walking in ways upright. As judges of the age of light, With holy charity. Yet with calm equity. Doing and speaking truth. What ! Know ye not That the unrighteous cannot enter in. Nor tread the holy ground ? KNOW YE NOT? 209 The imperfect is not there, But beauty, beauty everywhere, Perfection near and far ; No taint, nor sin, nor jar, — All holiness and peace ! What ! Know ye not That they who love the world have not in them The love of God ? That love Comes from a holy heaven. And to us here on earth is given, To draw us up from earth. To where it has its birth, The bosom of our God. What ! Know ye not That thus even here ye must be holy men ? The Nazarites of God ; That walk with the unseen, With feet washed in the laver clean, And garments undefiled. Though all around be soiled. Thou must be pure and fair. 210 LINGER NOT. LINGER NOT. The time is short ! If tliou wouldst work for God, it must be now, If thou wouldst win the garland for thy brow,- Redeem the time. Shake oflP earth's sloth ! Go forth with staff in hand while yet 'tis day, Set out with girded loins upon thy way, — Up, linger not ! Fold not thy hands ! "What has the pilgrim of the cross and crown To do with luxury or couch of down ? — On, pilgrim, on ! Sheathe not the sword ! The battle lies before thee, and the prize Hangs yonder, far above these earthly skies ; Fight the good fight I LINGER NOT. 211 Life ebbs apace ! Fast crumbles down this house of mortal clay ; Fling not, like dust, thy precious hours away : The end is near. Faint not, O man ! Follow the Master through the noble strife, Pursue His footsteps till they end in life : Be strong in Him. With His reward He comes, He tarries not. His day is near ; When men least look for Him will He be here : Prepare for Him. Let not the flood Sweep thy fii'm feet from the eternal rock ; Face calmly, solemnly, the billow's shock ; Nor fear the storm. Withstand the foe ; Die daily, that for ever thou mayst live : Be faithful unto death ; thy Lord will give The crown of life. 212 THE STRENGTH OF EVIL. % THE STRENGTH OF EVIL. In this great world of ours Nothing is small or poor ; For each hour's smallest thing is knit To the lonsf evermore. Of which we took no heed, Ends in a vast eternity, As in the tree the seed. No room to trifle here ; To jest away life's hours, As if we were but born to laugh. And sport among the flowers. Sin spreadeth round and round In all we hear or see ; Each drop enough to poison earth And stain eternity. THE STRENGTH OF EVIL. 213 Its lightest touch is death ; And from each spark there come Fires, through the ages spreading wide, The harbingers of doom. The soul that sinneth dies ! He who has swerved aside From the full-hearted love of God, He has already died. The sentence has gone forth From the great Judge of all, In whose high estimate of guilt No sin of man is small. O endless fruit of sin ! O solenm doom of God ! One drop of evil uj^on earth Swells to a world-wide flood. One sin sweeps over time, Rushing through silent space, Like a dark angel, to destroy The new-created race. 214 TEANSFORMED DARKNESS. Yet as the one sad sin Brought death, and woe, and strife, So the one righteousness has brought The everlasting life. TEANSFORMED DARKNESS. Let me call nothing dark or ill, In which the name of God I find ; Let me call nothing bright or good, With which that name is not entwined. That name lights up the thickest gloom, All my bas& fears its sweetness shames. Let nothing then displease my soul, Li wliich I read that name of names. Let God come near, and all is well ; His presence cheers my roughest road ; And nothing shall depress my heart, In which I read the love of God. UP THE HILL. 215 Come life or death, come tears or smiles, Let me still trust and not despair ; I shrink not from the stormiest cloud. If but the joy of God be there. UP THE HILL. Press up the hill ! The view its summit shows is fair and wide, — Greenness of field and forest on each side : Let the eye drink its fill. Press up the hill ! Others have climbed before thee this rough slope, And now are calmly resting on its top. Where the soft dews distil. Press up the hill ! It is the mount, the holy mount of God ; Dread not the steepness of the narrow road. Nor the air sharp and chiU.. 216 WATCHING FOR THE MASTER. Press up the hill ! By it the radiant city-gate is won, And from its height we see the rising sun : Then upward, upward still ! WATCHING FOR THE MASTER. Watch, for ye know not when the Master cometh, At midnight, or at cock-crow, or at morn ; When stars die out, and earth is all awaiting For the first streak which tells that day is born. Long has He tarried, long His weary household Have, from their eastern lattice, looked and sighed. Why comes He not ? their eyes and hearts are failing, With faith and hope so long and sorely tried. Through the cold ages, when abounding evil Chilled their warm love, they watched, but watched ' in vain. The foe waxed stronger, faith and hope grew weaker ; — " Lord, come," they cried, again and yet again. WATCHING FOR THE MASTER. 217 Again and yet again ; but still He came not : Dark centuries of evil came and went. " Master, tarry not," tliey cried. He spake not. It seemed an everlasting banishment. Evil still reigned ; the good still few and feeble. The church's haters numerous and strong ; Error more subtle, truth more sad and silent, Faith's anguished cry still rising. Lord, how long ! Long has the world, the Master's rule disowning. Hating His presence and His holy sway. Cried, " Where is now the jDromise of His coming, And where the signs of the long-promised day ? " But still, above the scoff, and taunt, and laughter. The still small voice ariseth, " "Watch and pray ; " And still, to cheer the hours of lonely waiting, " Behold, I come," we hear the Master say. It may be that the night will yet grow darker, It may be that the storm is not yet spent ; It may be that the times will wax more evil. Earth braving heaven, and scorning to repent. 10 218 WATCHING FOR THE MASTER. It may be that the church's eye shall weary, That hope, so long deferred, at last shall faint ; That dark delay the buoyant heart may sadden, And shake the ftiith of many an eager saint. Still let us hear the Master daily saying, Behold, I come ; awake, arise, prepare ! For but a little, and there sounds the summons, Ascend, my saints, to meet me in the air ! Then end at once our weary years of watching : Cometh the vision and the vernal day ; Cometh the Master to His waiting household ; The sunlight bui'sts, the shadows flee away ! Error and darkness hide their heads for ever, — Truth, light, and righteousness make up our morn ; Earth rises up in newer, holier splendor, Than when at first in perfect beauty born. IN HIM WAS LIFE. 219 IN HIM WAS LIFE. Fair world of earth, and air, and clouds, and sea, Full of sweet wisdom and rich goodness thou ! Yet all the glories beaming on thy brow Are not thine own, though seen so bright in thee. Life leaps, and laughs, and sings aloud in glee, In man, and beast, and bird, and tree, and flower ; Yet each of these doth cry out hour by hour, " I am not Life ; the Life is not in me." And beauty shineth, smileth everywhere. In heavens above, and on this earth beneath ; Yet with clear voice each bright thing brightly saith, " I am not Beauty ; I am only fair." Joy, too, all nature has with splendor clad ; The sounds that fill the music-haunted air, Or rise from forest or from stream, declare, " I am not gladness ; I am only glad." 220 THE DOUBLE STAR. O wondrous sun ! with all that light of thine, Unchanged since thy Creator kindled thee, The fountain-head of radiant purity ; Thou say'st, " I am not light, I only shine." Look not to me, say earth, and sea, and sky, We but reveal another's comeliness ; As voices crying in the wilderness, " The birth-place of all beauty is on high." THE DOUBLE STAR. Long ages came and went ; And, sick with hope deferred, The church's voice grew faint ; she seemed Unnoticed and unheard. At length to her a child was born. At length a son was given ; The dayspring broke on earth. The love came down from heaven. THE LIGHT OF THE RISEN ONE. 221 Long years have come and gone, And with uphfted eye, The church, with calm and silent hope, Has watched the eastern sky. At length the voice shall yet be heard. With which all earth shall ring : Lo, this is God, our God, This the long-promised King. THE LIGHT OF THE EISEN ONE. Risen Son of God, this day Pour on us Thy rising ray ! All our light, O Risen One, Cometh from Thy light alone. Let Thy cross upon us shine. With its love and power divine ; Beams of everlasting grace Flowing to us from Thy face. 222 ENTER INTO THY CLOSET. From Thy grave let light come forth, Breaking o'er a darkened earth ; Resurrection-light and peace, Resurrection-joy and bliss. In Thy life alone is light, And without it all is night ; From the darkness of the tomb. Light of life, arise and come. ENTER INTO THY CLOSET. Shut in with God, as in His tent. No veil of earth let down between ; We look beyond that firmament. And enter on a world unseen. We would behold Him face to face. And talk with Him, as friend with friend ; His fellowship of heavenly grace Enjoying without break or end. TJNBEGINNING AND UNENDING. As the disciples saw the Lord, And listened to His voice of love, Still drinking in each heavenly word. Like living water from above ; So would we see Him, hear Him now. As if He spoke to us alone ; And so, shut out from all below, Would feast upon each look and tone. 223 UNBEGINNING AND UNENDING. Heri nostrum ; eras et pridem Semper tibi nunc et idem, Tuum, Deus, liodiemum, Indivisum sempiternum. — Hildebeet. Unbeginning and unending, Yet the Beginning and the Ending, Thee, Jehovah, God of blessing, Mghty God, Thy name confessing, Mghty God, Thy greatness praismg, Hearts and voices upward raising, 224 SABBATHS. Over us in mercy bending, Ever down upon us sending Daily fulness of all blessing, Without measure, without ceasing, - Thee Jehovah, great Creator, Thee Jehovah, God of nature. Thee the great and gracious Giver, Thee we celebrate for ever, Thee the first and last we sing, Thee the high eternal King ! SABBATHS. Aurora coelum purpurat ^ther resultat laudibus, Mundus triumplians jubilat, Horrens avernus infremit. — Old Hvmx. Bright days, we need you in a world like this ! Be brighter still, — ye cannot be too bright ; The world's six days of vanity and toil Would, but for you, oppress us with their night. SABBATHS. 225 Bright days, in you heaven cometli nenrer earth, And earth more fully breathes the balm of heaven : The stillness of your air infuses calm, Fairest and sweetest of the weekly seven ! Your dews are fresher ; greener spread your fields ; Your streams flow by us with a sweeter song ; Your flowers give out a fragrance doubly soft. And the unwearied hours the joy prolong. Ye are like openings in a cloudy sky, Through which we see the hidden blue beyond ; Y'e are like palm-trees in a wilderness. Where all is barrenness and death around. Bright days, abide with us, we need you still ! Y^'e are the ever-gushing wells of time ; Ye are the open casements, where we hear The distant notes of heaven's descending chime. 10* o 226 HEAVENLY SUNSHINE. HEAVENLY SUNSHINE. O sol salutis, intimis Jesu refulge mentibus, Dum, nocte pulsa, gratior Orbi dies renascitur. — Old Hymn. Sunshine of God, in thee my soul "Would find her summer day : O sunshine of the love of God, Thou leadest none astray. Clear sunshine of the Book of God^ Light up my shaded way ; Bright sunsliine of the cross of Christ, For ever with me stay. Fair sunshine of eternal life, Shed down on me thy ray ; All mist and shadow dissipate, All gloomy fears allay. Within this clouded soul of mine Rule thou with blessed sway ; Thy radiant sweetness o'er each path Of shaded life display. new-year's hymn. 227 NEW-YEAR'S HYMN. FROM THE LATIN. Lapsus est annus ; redit annus alter ; Vita sic mutis fugit acta pennis. One year is gone ; another comes instead ; Thus our spent life on silent pinions flies ; Thou, O our God, dost regulate their course, One Ruler of time's awful destinies. Our nation, loaded with Thy gifts, gives praise ; To Thee with one accord our country prays That Thou for us wouldst still unchanged preserve The solemn faith and worship of old days. Our citizens look up to Thee for food. And plead mth Thee, that from their native shore All sickness Thou wouldst drive away, and give Large blessings of sure peace for evermore. 228 SURGITE. They ask Thee graciously to pardon sin, Restoring what their guilt had reft away ; And, after grievous war, with Thy right hand To give the healthful palm of victory. Hating the sins and stains of this vile life, Our hearts, O God, we consecrate to Thee : Give hapi^y years ; and Thy paternal light Upon us resting may we ever see. Whilst days run on, and rolling years return, And in fixed course the ages Thee obey, — To Thee, the Three-one God, earth's Sovereign Lord, Let the wide world in song the homage pay. SURGITE. Do not slumber ; suns are shining, — Shall they shine o'er thee in vain ? Be no sluggard ; suns are setting Which shall never rise again. SURGITE. 229 All awake floats yonder eagle, In the bosom of the day, Moving on through cloud and sunshine, Ever watching for his prey. All awake stands yonder mountain. Its old eye all slumber shuns ; See its beacon-peaks still glowing With the gleam of ancient suns. Never sleeping, never resting. On and on the rivers flow ; Every drop alive, and conscious Of a mighty work to do. Do not dream away thy lifetime ; 'Twas not given thee for a dream : 'Tis a fragment of th' eternal, Which thou must, thou must redeem. Every hour is more than golden, Every moment is a gem : Treasure up these hours and moments, There are princely pearls in them. 230 SURGITE. Do not wanton with the wanton, Do not drivel with the fool ; Walk in truth with true men only, AVith the wise in wisdom's school. Do not laugh away the immortal, Do not sport away the true ; Keep the noble and the manly Ever gloriously in view. Be the coward in all evil. Flee its darkly-rolling wave ; In all good be ever foremost, Be the bravest of the brave. Ever fervent, yet not fiery. From warm words thy lips restrain ; In the softness of the answer Thou wilt find th^^ power with men. Speak thou calmly ; men will listen To the cahn of quiet souls : Think thou firmly ; men grow silent As the weighty thought unrolls. SURGITE. 231 Be no niggard of thy silver, Scatter freely, give in love ; Be large-hearted, open-handed. And the harvest thou shalt prove. There was One who once gave freely. For His boundless all He gave ; And in giving He hath taught us How to give, and love, and save. And Himself the Truth, the True One, He came the truth to show, That the treasure, without measure, All His wisdom we might know. Truth has many sides, consider, — Keep its many sides in view ; Mark each face of its clear crystal, Go round and round the true. Do not loiter ; time is rushing. Like the racer to the goal : Do not waste the eternal treasure, Do not fling away thy soul. 232 SURGITE. Do not lino^er ; see the as^es Are rushing to then- doom, And the long eternal era Is coming in their room. Do not trifle ; earth is groaning Under wrongs and burdens sore : Be in earnest ; put thy shoulder To the work that lies before. Be no lounger ; do not fritter All thy little life away : See, its hours are all in motion, And they will not for thee stay. Live for spirit, not for matter ; Aim thou higher every hour : Leave the steaming swamps beneath thee. Be thy home the moimtain-tower. Look thou far mto the future, Far beyond that sky and sea ; Seek to show thyself here daily What thou hopest soon to be. STJRGITE. 233 Be not selfish ; earth's great sickness Needeth self-denying men To go forth among the dying, And to soothe the beds of pain. Doff the purple, don the armor, Take the helmet and the shield ; Drop the garland, seize the weapon, Make thee haste to take the field. Lie not down among the roses, Carry high thy cross and sword ; What ! A Sybarite disciple Of a self-denying Lord ! Be not weary ; for the warfare, Hard and fierce, will soon be o'er ; And the rest will be unchanging On the green unfading shore. Fear no foemen, be their number Like the locusts in their flight ; He who leads thee is the Captain Who has never lost a fight. 234 SURGITE. Name His name, and speed thee onward 'Tis a spell of strength, that name ; 'Tis a battle-cry resistless, Striking foes with dread and shame. Be not idle ; kings are girding Their last sword upon their thigh ; And the long-expected battle Of the world is drawing nigh. Be not heedless ; mark the Hghtning That is treasured in yon cloud : See the store of silent thunder That so soon shall speak aloud. Up ! be watching ; Christ is coming, — He is coming for His own ; He is coming to do battle For His long expected crown. When the evil is most evil, When the foe is in his strength, And earth's fever universal, Then the Healer comes at length. SURGITE. 235 And when fails all human wisdom, When man's boasted light succumbs, When his progress proves illusion, Then the world's one Prophet comes. When the last, wide, lawless uproar Showeth man's poor rule all vain ; Then the mighty King descendeth In His glorious power to reign. When man's wisdom turns to folly, And his faith is but a name ; When his self-will, vainly seeking High dominion, ends in shame. When his art, and thought, and culture Do but swell the tm-bid stream ; When his reason struggles vainly. And the mind-power proves a dream. When the tree of knowledge ripens Its bitterest and its last ; When the era of believing Into unbelief has past. 236 STJRGITE. When the learning of the ages Cannot cleanse the world's foul air ; When the spii'its of the faithful Are slow sinking in despair. Then the wisdom of all wisdoms Poureth in upon our night ; And the many masters vanish, The One Teacher comes in light. Up ! be watching ; stars are paling, Day is breaking o'er the deep, And the tempest of the ages Is subsidiug into sleep. When the shadow rests most sadly Over earth, and all is fear. Lift we up our head in triumph, — Our redemption di'aweth near. When the v>^arfare rages fiercest, Then His hosts our Captain cheers ; When the darkness is the darkest. Then the morning star appears. PSALMS. PSALM XXXVn. L. M. Fret not at sinners ! Envy not The workers of iniquity ! As grass they quickly are cut down, As the green herb they fade away. Trust in Jehovah, and do good ; Dwell in the land, and feed secure : ^ Yea, in the Lord delight thyself, He will thy heart's desires make sui-e. Upon Jehovah roll thy way ; Trust Him, and He will do it all. As hght thy righteousness, as noon Thy judgment, yet bring forth He shall. Rest in Jehovah : for Him wait! Fret not thyself at his success Who prospereth in his evil way, And brings to pass his wickedness. 1 See Hebrew. 240 PSALM XXXVII. Be still from anger; wrath forsake: Fret not thyself ; 'tis evil 'all.^ Slain are the sinners ; they on God Who wait, the earth inherit shall. For yet a little while, and then The wicked one no more is seen ; His place thou ponderest, and lo ! It is as it had never been. And then, for their inheritance, The meek ones shall the earth possess; Yea, then they shall delight themselves In the abundance of Thy peace. Gnashing his teeth, the wicked one Against the just one plots doth lay ; The Lord shall laugh at him, because He sees at hand his coming day. The wicked have unsheathed the sword ; Yea, they have bent their bow to slay The poor and needy one, — to smite All those who are of upright way. 1 See Hebrew. psal:m xxxtii. 241 Their sword shall enter their own heart; Their bows be shivered ! Better far The just one's little all, than stores Of the ungodly many are. Broken shall be the wicked's arms ; Jehovah still the just sustains. Jehovah knows the upright's days, Their heritage for aye remains. They, when the time of evil comes, Shall never disappointed be ; Yea, in the days of dearth they shall Be satisfied abundantly. For perish shall the wicked ones, And, as the fat of lambs, shall be Jehovah's foes : they shall consume, — In smoke they shall consume away. The wicked borrows, none he pays ; The just is kind and liberal. They whom God blesseth take the earth. They whom He curseth perish all. 11 T 242 PSALM XXXVII. Man's ^ steps are ordered by the Lord, And he delighteth in His way. He falleth, yet is not o'erthrown : Jehovah's hand doth him upstay. I have been young, and now am old, And yet the just one never did I see forsaken of the Lord, Nor yet liis offspring begging bread. Loving is he always, and lends ; For his seed blessing is in store. Depart from evil, and do good, Thou shalt abide for evermore. For judgment doth Jehovah love, And He will not forsake His own. For evermore are they preserved ; The sinner's offspring is o'erthrown. The righteous shall inherit earth, And on it they shall dwell for aye ; The righteous wisdom uttereth. His tongue doth judgment speak alway. 1 See Hebrew. PSALM XXXVII. 243 The law of God is in Ms heart, None of liis steps shall slide away ; The wicked for the righteous one Watcheth, and seeketh him to slay. Surely Jehovah will not leave The just one in the wicked's hand ; Nor against him will sentence give When he shall in the judgment stand. Upon Jehovah wait, and keep His way ; so He exalt shall thee Earth to inherit : when the fall Of the ungodly thou shalt see. I've seen the wicked one in power, Outspreading like a green bay-tree : He passeth, and lo ! he is not ; I sought, but found he could not be. Watch thou the perfect one, and see The upright, for his end is peace ; But the transgressors perish all, The sinner's end destruction is. 24:4 PSALM XXXVIII. But from Jehovah ever is Salvation to the righteous all ; And in each season of distress, Their succor prove Jehovah shall. Jehovah hath them helped and saved, And He will yet deliver them ; Yea, save them from the wicked hands, Because they trusted in His name. PSALM XXXVin. lO's. Jehovah, in Thy wrath rebuke me not. Nor in Thy hot displeasure me chastise ; For fast within me do Thine arrows stick, „ And upon me right sore Thy hand it lies. There is no soundness in my flesh, because Of this Thy wrath ; no peace ^ my bones within, Because of these my great iniquities. For far above my head has passed my sin. 1 See Hebrew. PSALM XXXVIII. 245 A burden much too heavy are my sms, With hateful wounds they cover all my frame ; I'm troubled, I am greatly bowed down All the day long with mourning and with shame. Unclean, unclean am I from head to foot ; No health in me ; weak and all bruised I lie ; By reason of my heart's disquietude, I hfted have my loud and bitter cry. All my desire I lay before Thee, Lord, Nor from Thee hidden is my secret groan ; Panteth my heart, quite faileth me my strength, The light of these mine eyes is from me gone. Lovers and neighbors from my stroke stand off; My nearest stand the farthest : snares they lay, My soul who seek ; yea, they who seek my hurt Speak mischief, and plot falsehoods all the day. But as one deaf, so heard I not at all ; My mouth I opened not, as one that's dumb ; Thus was I as a man that heareth not, One from whose mouth doth no reproving come. 246 PSALM XXXYIII. For in Thee, O Jehovah, have I hoped ; Yea, Thou, O Lord my God, wilt hear my cries. For I have said. What if they lehould prevail ? When my foot sUps, against me they arise. For I am ever halting, and my grief Has without ceasing still before me been : For mine iniquity I will declare ; Yea, I will bitterly bewail my sin. For lively are my foes, — yea, they are strong; They that me falsely hate are multiplied. They are my foes that render ill for good, Because I seek the good, and there abide. But, Jehovah, do not me forsake ; And, my God, be Thou not far from me. Make haste, O Lord, to give me needed help, For my salvation is alone from Thee. PSALM XXXIX. 247 PSALM XXXIX. I SAID, I will keep watch upon my ways, That so my tongue I may from sin restrain ; And while the wicked one before me stands, I to my mouth will hold the needful rein. Dumb with my silence was I ; yea, from good I held my peace ; yet grief more fierce became : My heart T\dthin me waxed yet more hot. Till, as I mused, thus blazed the pent-up flame. I spake thus with my tongue : Make me, Lord, To know the end of this my life below, And what the measure of my days on earth, That all my frailty I may fully know. Behold, an hand-breadth Thou hast made my days, IMine age as nothing is before Tliine eye : Ah, surely every man on earth that is. Even at his best estate, is vanity. 248 PSALM XXXIX. Ah, surely in a vain show walketh man, Surely they troubled are for vanity. He heapeth up his treasures on the earth, And doth not know for whom they gathered be. And now, what have I waited for, O Lord ? My hope is resting only ujion Thee. Me from my manifold transgi'essions save ; Of fools the scorn, oh make not, make not me. Dumb was I, and my mouth I opened not. Because 'twas Thou, O Lord, who didst it all. Lift off Thy blows ; I am consumed by these Sharp battle-strokes wliich from Thy hand do fall. With Thy rebukes for sin Thou chastenest man ; Even as the moth, to melt and pass away Thou makest all his comely excellence : Ah, surely every man is vanity ! Hear, O Jehovah, hear at length my prayer ; Unto my supplicating cry Thme ear Incline ; O Lord, no longer silence keep ; Oh, keep not silence at my falling tear. PSALM XL. 249 For I a stranger am with Thee, O Lord ; A sojourner, as all my fothers were. O sjDare me, that I may be comforted. Ere earth I leave, and am no longer there. PSALM XL. Waiting, I waited for the Lord ; He stooped to me, and heard my cry From the dark pit and miry clay He brought me up and set on high. My feet He lifted to the rock. Established hath He all my ways ; A new song in my mouth He put, — To God, our God, a song of praise. Many shall see, and fear, and trust Upon the Lord. That man is blest, Who, heeding not the proud and false, Doth in Jehovah find his rest. 11* 250 PSALM XL. Many and mighty are the works Which Thou, O Lord my God, hast wrought ; Thy purposes to us-ward, they Have wondrous been beyond all thought. Who can them reckon up ? Who can Set them in order Thee before ? Would I declare and speak of them ? Than can be numbered they are more ! Not to the flesh of sacrifice Hast Thou, Jehovah, had regard : Not in the offering hadst delight ; — These ears of mine Thou hast prepared. Not for the whole burnt-sacrifice, Not for sin-offering didst Thou look. Then did I speak. Behold, I come ! Of me 'tis written in the Book : To do Thy pleasure, my God, Has been the gladness of my heart ; Yea, and Thy law hath ever been Deep hidden in my inmost part. PSALM XL. 251 The tidings of the righteousness In the assembly great I've shown : My lips, behold, I kept not back ; This, O Jehovah, Thou hast known. Within the chambers of my heart Thy righteousness I did not hide ; But I have all Thy faithfulness And Thy salvation testified. Within the great assembly I Thy love and truth left not untold ; Thy loving-kindnesses from me, Jehovah, do Thou not withliold. Thy loving-kindness and Thy truth, Let them preserve me constantly ; For evils past all numbering On every side encompass me. My sins of me have taken hold. So that mine eyes no longer see ; More than the hairs upon my head ! Therefore my heart forsaketh me.-^ 1 See Hebrew. 252 PSALM XL. Be pleased, Jehovah, me to save ; To help, Jehovah, make no stay : Who seek my soul to lay it waste, Confounded and ashamed be they. Turned back be they and put to shame, Who joy in mine adversity ; Laid waste be they for shaming me. Aha, aha, to me who cry. Joyful and glad in Thee be all Whose hearts are set on Thee above ; Great be Jehovah, let them say. All they who Thy salvation love. But I all poor and needy am ; Yet me the Lord hath not forgot. Help and deliverer art Thou ; Make haste, my God, and tarry not ! PSALM XLI. 253 PSALM XLI. BLESSED he who on the poor one thinks ! In trouble's day Jehovah will him save. Jehovah will him keep, yea, save alive ; And in the land he blessedness shall have. And not mito the will of enemies Wilt Thou at any time. Lord, give him o'er. Jehovah on his sick-bed holds him up ; His bed Thou smoothest all in sickness sore. 1 said, Jehovah, unto me show grace ! Heal me, for sin against Thee I have done. My enemies against me evil speak ; When shall he perish and his name be gone ? Yea, when he comes, it is to spy me out ; And with his lips he speaketh vanity. His heart doth gather mischief to itself ; He goeth out, and publishes the lie. 254 PSALM XLI. All they who hate me whisper in their plots ; Against me they devise an evil sore. There cleaves to him, say they, some cursed thing ; He lieth there, and shall arise no more. Man of my peace, my friend, my trusted one, Guest of my table, he doth me betray : But Thou, Jehovah, unto me show grace ; Oh raise me up, that I may them repay. By this I know Thou lovest me, because My foe, o'er me to triumph, finds no place. And me, in mine U23rightness, Thou hast kept, For ever setting me before Thy face. Now blessed be Jehovah, Israel's God, Blest be Jehovah from eternity. To the eternity that is to come ! — Amen, Amen, Jehovah blessed be ! PSALiI XLII. 255 PSALM XLII. As pants for water-brooks the hart, So pants my soul, O God, for Thee ; For God it thirsts, the living God : When shall I go my God to see ? My tears have been my bitter meat. All the night long and all the day ; While mito me continually, Where is thy God ? my haters say. When I these days to mind recall, I pour out all my soul in me ; For once in other days had I Gone with the mighty company. With them into the house of God I went, with voice of joy and praise : With the great multitude I went That kept the solemn holidays. 256 PSALM XLII. Wliy art thou then cast down, my soul ? And why disquieted in me ? Hope thou in God : I shall Him praise ; His face shall my salvation be. My God, my soul is bowed down, My soul is bowed down in me ; From Jordan, Hermon, Mizar hiU, My God, I will remember Thee ! With thunder of Thy waterspouts, Deep, answering to deep, doth call ; Thy breakers break above my head, And o'er me roll Thy billows all. Yet in the day Jehovah will Command for me His tender care : His song is with me all the night ; God of my life, oh hear my prayer. I unto God my rock will say. Why hast Thou me forgotten so ? Why must I go still mourning on. Because of the oppressing foe ? PSALM XL III. 257 As with a sword my bones within, My foes me with reproaches load ; While without ceasing, day by day, They say to me, Where is thy God ? Why art thou, O my soul, cast down ? And why disquieted in me ? Hope thou in God ; I shall Him praise : Health of my face, my God is He ! PSALM XLin. Judge me, God, my God, and plead my cause With an ungodly nation ; from the man Of fraud and wickedness deliver me. For of my strength Thou art the God alone. Why dost Thou cast me off? Why go I thus Mourning because mine enemies oppress ? Send out Thy light and truth ; me lead, me guide To Thine abode, — Thy hill of holiness. Q 258 PSALM XLIV. Then to the altar of my God I'll come, To God the gladness of my joy I'll go : Yea, with the harp I will give thanks to Thee ; To Thee, God, my God, my praise shall flow. Why art thou thus dejected, my soul ? And why art thou disquieted in me ? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet Him praise ; Health of my countenance, my God, is He. PSALM XLIV. We with our ears have heard, O God, Our fathers have to us made known The work which Thou in times of old. Even in their days, for them hast done. Planting Thy chosen in their stead. The nations Thou afflicted hast ; Thine own to multiply hast made. PSALM XLIV. 259 Not by their sword the land they got, Nor by their arm salvation came : Thy hand it was, Thine arm. Thy face Of light ; because Thou lovedst them. Thou art my King, O God ! Send help To Jacob ! All our enemies Through Thee we smite ; and through Thy name We crush those that against us rise. Not in my bow put I my trust. Not through this sword deliverance came ; 'Tis Thou who from our foes hast saved, And all our haters put to shame. In God, who hath done all for us, In God we glory all the day ; Unto Thy name, O Lord our God, We will give praise eternally. But Thou hast cast us off, and shamed. No longer leading our array : Back from the foe Thou mak'st us turn ; Our haters take us for their prey. 260 PSALM XLIV. As sheep for food Thou givest us, And scattered us on heathen ground ; Thy people Thou hast sold for nought, No profit by their price hast found. As a reproach Thou hast us set, A scorn and jest on every side ; A byword among men are we, They see us only to deride. Confusion is before my face, And shame hath wholly covered me From him who slanders and blasphemes, From the avenging enemy. All this has come on us, Lord, Yet have we not forgotten Thee, Nor from Thy covenant turned aside To falsehood and apostasy. Our heart has not gone back ; nor turned Our goings from Thy ways of light. In savage hamits Thou smitedst us, And wrapt us in death's shade of night. PSALM XLIV. 261 If we the name of God, our God, Forgotten have, or stretched our hands To idols, shall not God this search ? For He all secrets understands. Truly for Thy name's sake, O Lord, All the day long to death we're driven ; And counted by our enemies A flock of sheep to slaughter given. Arise ! Why sleepest Thou, O Lord ? Awake ! for ever leave us not : Oh wherefore hidest Thou Thy face ? Hast Thou our grief and woe forgot ? Our soul is to the dust bowed down. Our body cleaveth to the ground : Arise ! give help, and us redeem. Because Thy mercies, Lord, abound. 262 PSALM XL VI. PSALM XLYI.! God is for us a refuge and a strength, A very present help in troublous days ; And therefore will we never be afraid, Even when the earth is shaken to its base. Yea, when the mighty mountains shall be swept Into the depths of the devouring sea ; When vexed and troubled are its swelling streams, And mountains with its heavings shivered be. Kiver, whose streams God's city shall make glad ! O holy dwelling of the Highest One ; God in the midst of her ! she cannot move ! Yea, God her help when the great morn shall dawn ! The heathen raged, and moved the kingdoms were ; His voice He uttered, earth did melt away. The Lord, the Lord of hosts is with us still. And Jacob's God our refuge and our stay. 1 For Psalm xlv., see 3d Series of Hijmns of Faith and Hope. PSALM XLYII. 263 Come, see Jehovah's works ! What ruin He Brings on the earth ! All wars throughout He stays ; He breaks the bow, the spear in sunder cuts, The chariot ogives to the consumino- blaze. Be still, and know that I am God ! Among The heathen will I sit in majesty ; Throughout the limits of the utmost earth Will I, Jehovah, be exalted high. Jehovah, He Himself is on our side ; The Lord of hosts abideth with us aye ; The mighty God of Jacob, He it is Who is alone our refuge and our stay. PSALM XLVn. Oh clap your hands, ye nations all ; Shout unto God with voice of mirth ! The Lord most High is terrible. Great King is He o'er all the earth. 264 PSALM XL VII. He breaks the nations under us, The people all beneath our feet ; Our heritage for us He chose, Of Jacob whom He loved, the seat. God with a shout ascends the throne, Jehovah with the trumpet's voice ; Sing psalms to God, sing psalms, sing psalms, Before our King with psalms rejoice. For Iving of all the earth is God, A psalm of wisdom sing, oh sing ; God o'er the nations reigns, God sits Upon His holy throne as King. Princes of nations gathered are. Of Abraham's God the tribes draw nigh. To God belong the shields of earth, And greatly is He set on high. PSALM XLVIII. 265 PSALM XLVni. Jehovah, great is He ! The mighty praise is His, Within the city of our God, His hill of holiness. O beautiful of place, The gladness of all lands, — Thou Zion hill ; ye slopes of north, - The great King's city stands ! God in her palaces Is known for rock and stay ; For, lo ! the kings, against her met, Together passed away. They saw, and as they gazed They marvelled at the sight ; Troubled and terror-smitten, they Betook themselves to flight. 12 266 PSALM XLVIII. Fear seized upon them there ! Like travail-jDangs their thrall ; And with Thy east wind Thou hast wrecked The ships of Tarshish all. That which our ears have heard, Thou to our eyes hast showed, Within Thy city, Lord of hosts, The city of our God. God will establish her. For aye her bulwark prove ; And in Thy courts, O God, have we Made mention of Thy love. As is Thy name, so is Thy praise through earth abroad ; And full of glorious righteousness Is Thy right hand, God. Let Zion hill rejoice. Let Judah's daughters praise. Because of all Thy judgments. Lord, Thy true and righteous ways. PSALM XLIX. 267 Compass ye Zion round ! And number ye her forts ; Note well her bulwarks and her towers, Mark ye her royal courts. That ye may tell it all To ages yet to come ; This God, our God for evermore. Will guide us o'er the tomb. PSALM XLIX. Hear this, ye people all, Ye dwellers on earth's sphere. Sons of the low, sons of the high,^ Both rich and poor, give ear. Of wisdom and of truth The words my mouth shall fill ; The musings of my heart shall be Of imderstanding still. 1 See Hebrew. 268 PSALM XLIX. To parable and song Mine ear I will apply, And on my liarj) will I unfold Thy words of mystery. They trust in wealth, they boast Of riches ; yet who can With all their gold in any wise Redeem a brother man ? (For ransom-price to God Their gold availeth not. Too precious the redemption is, — Too costly to be bought.) Which of all these the life Immortal can bestow, — To save his fellow-man, that he Should no corruption know ? He sees the wise man die, And the fool pass away, Forsaking all their substance here, For others to make way. PSALM XLIX. 269 Houses and dwellings all From aoje to aoje the same Shall be, they think in heart ; their lands By their own names they name. Yet man m honor placed, Abideth not a day ; But like the cattle of the field, He passes hence away. Such is their course on earth, Such is their foolish way ; Yet those who after them arise Delight in what they say. On to the grave like sheep They pass, of death the prey ; The righteous in the coming mom Shall over them have sway. Their beauty in the grave Shall lie, and there consume ; God from the grave redeems my soul, He plucks me from the tomb. 270 PSALM XLIX. Then fear not when a man With riches great shall be, Or when the glory of liis house Increases mightily. He dies, and nothmg takes Of all he here shall have ; Nor shall his glory after him Descend into the grave. In life he blest his soul, A happy man was he ; And so, when thou art prosperous. Men will speak well of thee. There shall he gathered be ; But never, never more shaU they The light of morning see. Man, though in honor placed, Kefiises to be wise ; And thus, like cattle of the field, He perishes and dies. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE Acquaint th^-self with God 69 Age of the ages 165 All night upon the city- wall 92 Among the many, I am lost and weary 51 As pants for water-brooks the hart 255 Ascribe je strength to God 67 Bnght days, we need you in a world like this 224: Brothers, wherefore fear ye ? 183 By sleep He consecrated sleep 89 Come, all ye nations, utter aU your praises 66 Deep calleth unto deep 150 Do not slumber : suns are shining 228 Ere long we shall be full ; as night by night 90 Eternal Father, Gracious One , 74 272 INDEX. PAGE Fair world of earth, and air, and clouds, and sea 219 Food of the soul, eternal bread 132 For the bread and for the wine 134 For the first time I see 152 Fret not at sinners ! Envy not 239 Give thou thy youth to God 122 Giver of rest 143 God is for us a refuge and a strength 262 Good is Tln^ will, Lord, and good Thy way 131 Good night, ve gems of beauty 35 Great Lord and Master of the temple, come 184: He died to live ; for Jesus died 113 He must increase, and I decrease 206 Hear this, ye people all 267 Hem of the seamless robe 146 Holy Spirit, spring of gladness 158 I am crucified with Christ 188 I lay up treasure in the heavens 61 I said, I will keep watch upon my ways 247 I suffer, that I may behold, when pain 49 I was in love with hill and vale 108 In God, your God, be strong 196 lu the death of Christ I die 174 In this great world of ours 212 In vain, in vain with human love 117 Is good or evil reigning here 190 It draweth near 9 Jehovah, great is He 265 Jehovah, in Thy wi'ath rebuke me not 244 Judge me, God, my God, and plead my cause 257 INDEX. 273 PAGE Keep silence, God is speaking 204 King of kings ! ascend Thy throne 40 Lead us, Lord, to Bethlehem 100 Let me call nothing dark or ill 214 Light of life, so softly shining 118 Light of the world ! All the earth is waiting 64 Long ages came and went 220 My mother earth 41 M}' past, Lord, with all its scenes 180 My tempted soul, arise and fight 176 No distance now ! the far oflf and the near 86 Now at the Father's side 110 blessed he who on the poor one thinks 253 O clap your hands, ye nations all 263 early saved 156 O ye of little faith 78 On both sides is my anchor firmly cast 170 On his Lord's bosom now 200 One year is gone ; another comes instead 227 Only one cross 151 Out in the dew and cold He stands 172 Out of darkness into light 105 Poor stranger, in the Master's name 70 Praise ye the Lord, all things that be 107 Press up the hill 215 Quickly bright life withers 97 12* B 274 ■ INDEX. 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Fresh Leaves From the Book and its Story. Bv L. N. R. With more than fifty Illustrations. i2mo. $2.00. Cyril Ashley. A Tale. By A. L. O. E. $0.75. Harry and his Pony. By the author of " Maggie and the Sparrows." $0.50. Faithful Rover, By the same author. $0.50. Lonely Lily. By M. L. C. $0.3:^. "A beautiful child-story of a httle girl who found her way to Jesus, and then made true the saying, ' A little child shall lead them,' when she was the means of guiding some older feet into the 'paths of righteousness.' " — Preshyferuiti. CARTERS' NEW BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. 5 Fergus Mo7'ton, A Scotch Storj. By Dr. Macduff. $0.35. "Among the numerous good books that Dr. Macdufif has given the public this is one of the most entertaining for the young to read." Freddie Fighting his Way, i8mo. $0.50. " This is a charming little story of the progress of a child in the knowledge of the truth as it is in Jesus." The Golden Cap. Bj J. De Liefde. i6mo. Nine engravings. $1.25. " Any thing more beautiful and touching than the story of ' The Golden Cap it has not been our good fortune to meet with for many years." A Braid of Cords. A Storj. By A. L. O. E. $0.75. " 'A Braid of Cords,' a series of simple English stories, —a sort of sweet- flowing story-sermon, in which the beautiful gospel-truth is the root out of which the story grows, the trellis that supports it, and the fruit that it bears when the growth is completed." Claudia. A Tale. By A. L. O. E. i8mo. $0.75 Squire Dozvnin^s Heirs. i6mo. $1.25. Grandfather's Nell. By the same author. $1.25. Margaret RusseVs School. By the same author. $1.25 6 CARTERS' NEW BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. Busy Bees in Margaret RusseVs School. By the same author. $1-25. " A book for parents and teachers and children. Sunlight plays all through it. The hfe it delineates is not impracticable. The little sewing-society, the boy whittlers, the snow-balls turned into apples, the trials and triumphs of Hepsey, are all worth reading and remembering." Down the Stefs. Bj the same author. $1.25. " In the course of the interesting narrative it is made apparent how necessary it is for young persons to avoid temptation, how swift and sure are the downward steps after we have allowed ourselves to take the first, and that a trustful depend- ence upon God alone can keep from temptation and deliver from evil." — £>«- copal Register. Conant jFarm. By the same author. '$1.25. "A domestic story, containing a great variety of incident, and showhig t'ae value of persistent and quiet example in commending religion to worldly and irre- ligious people." — 6". 3". Times. The Ledgeside Scries. Containing the last six books. In a box. $7.50. Grey stone Lodge. iSmo. $0.50. " Careless Kate and slow Bertie are well-drawn characters." Herbert Percy. A Story for Boys. $0.60. " One of the most entertaining books for boys. It is rarely we see a story a this kind so carefully written and so faithfully painted to the truth." Lives and Deeds Worth Knowing About. By the Rev. W. F. Stevenson. $i.2> CARTERS' NEW BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. 7 Our Father in Heaven. Bj the Rev. J. H. Wilson. i6mo. $1.25. " We have read a number of volumes explanatory and illustrative of the Lord's Prayer, but the one before us is the very best for the young we have ever examined. It is full of life, of heart, and of sense." The Potato-Roaster^ and Boy Guardian. By C. E, Bowen. $0.60. " As recounting, in a graphic manner, how difHculties are and may be over- con\e by the strong moral purpose and earnest determination of boys, whom temp- tations to do wrong cannot swerve from the path of rectitude, it conveys lessons calculated to help and strengthen those who carefully heed them." Christie Elwood and her^ Friends. i6mo. $1.00. "A deeply interesting story, showing how all can set forth the praises of Him who has called them out of darkness into His marvellous light." Clarie*s Little Charge. Bj the author of "Lonelj Lily." i8mo. $0.50. Little yack's Four Lessons. $060. " Miss Warner has taken it in hand to write a book for the little ones. She has taken for her hero ' Little Jack ' at his first entrance into the Sunday school, and gives his first four lessons. She writes as charmingly for young children as for larger ones or adults." — .S". S. Times. Butt erf. fs Flights. By the author of the " Win and Wear " series. 6 vols, in 3. In a box. $2.25. 1. Mount Mansfield. 4. Montreal. 2. Saratoga. 5. Sea Sids. 3. Niagara. 6. Philadelphia. The volumes are not sold separately. " ' Butter.^y ' is a real child, who, with two maiden aunts, visits the various places indicated in the title in each volume. The wonderful thincjs that a curious, impressible child, with eyes and ears wide open, saw and heai d and felt in these tours, are related in a sprightly, delightful style." — 5". S. Ti-urs 8 CARTERS' BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. The A.L. O. E. Library. 37 volumes, uniform, in a neat wooden case. $28.00. •' Who shall undertake even to guess how many young minds on both sides of the Atlantic have received permanent impulses in the paths of virtue and piety, through the in.'.uence of the charming books which have appeared under this au- thorship." — Christiaji Times- The Jewel Case, Bj the Rev. Richard Newton, D.D. 6 vols. In a box. Illustrated. $7.50. The volutnes are sold separately, viz. : King's Highway $1.25 Best Things ^ 1.25 Safe Compass 1.23 Bible Blessings 1.25 Great Pilot 1.25 Bible Jewels 1.23 " The origin of this series of juvenile books, its gradual accumulation, and steady increase in popularity and esteem, are well known. By the same diligence, should God spare the laborer, other caskets will be filled with gems from the same mines of truth. " Whether in the parlor, in the library, or in the lecture-desk, we are confi- dent these good books cannot be out of place." — Episcopalian. By the Rev. Dr. Newton. Bible Wonders 5i-25 Rills from the Fountain of Life 1.25 The Jewish Tabernacle 1.73 The Giants, and how to fight Them 0.60 The Golden Ladder Scries. Bj the author of " Drayton Hall " series. 6 vols. In a box. $3.00. " These little books are perfect gems. They are beautifully bound and illus- trated. Each volume has for its motto a petition of the Lord's Prayer, and the object of the volume is to explain and illustrate that petition by a story. The titles of the different volumes are : Nettie's Mission, Little Margery, Margery's City Home, The Crossing Sweeper, Rosy Conroy's Lessons, Ned Dolan's Garret. We wish that we could put a box of this Golden Ladder series in the homes of all our young readers. How their eyes would sparkle as they saw the beautiful pictures, and read the beautiful stories 1 " — Christum Herald. CARTERS' BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. 332 tfje ^utfjor of tfje **(^nlUen EaUlrcc'' Smcs. N'ellie^s Stimibllnsc Block. i6mo. $1.25. Susys Sac7^ifice, i6mo. $1.25. The Green Afountain Stories. By the author of "Win and Wear." 5 vols. In a box. $6.00. The volumes are sold separately^ z'iz. : — Binding the Sheaves $1-25 Weighed in the Balance 1.25 Edged Tools 1.25 Girding on the Armor 1.25 Robert Linton 1.25 " These volumes are from the pen of one of the most gifted and useful of our writers for the young. The stories they contain are interesting and instructive. The vivacity of their style and excellence of their reading will make them wel- come additions to our Sabbath hterature. They are put up in a neat box." — Chrisiian Intelligejicer. Little Kittys Library. 6 vols. i8mo. In a box. $3.00. The Lily Series. By Mrs. Sherwood. 6 vols. In a box. $2.00. " There are no better stories for the young than Mrs. Sherwood's. We have i very vivid and delightful recollection of them, as we read and enjoyed them in oar boyhood." — Christian Herald. The Rainbow Series. By the Rev. P. B. Power. 5 vols. In a box. Comprising Last Shilling. Fagot of Stories. Three Cripples. Stamp on it, John. Two Brothers. S vols. $3.00. lO CARTERS* BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. Little JEffie's Ho vie. By the author of " Bertie Lee," " Donald Fraser," &c. 4 Illustrations. $1.25. " This story is very gracefully told." — Presbyterian. " An excellent book for the young." — Evangelist. "A lively story, such as children relish." — T. L. C. Donald Fraser. A Story. By the author of "Bertie Lee," "Little Effie," «&c. i6mo. $i.(X). •' One of tha best religious books we have read in many a day. It combines, wfth a wise policy, solid Bible instruction with an entertaining narrative of the life and adventures of Donald Fraser, the hero of the book." — Missionary Transcript. The Win and Wear Series, 6 vols. In a neat box. $7.50. The vohtmes are sold separately, viz. : — Win and Wear $1.25 Tony Starr 1.25 Faithful and True 1.25 Ned's Motto 1.25 Turning a New Leaf 1.25 My New Home 1.25 Ministering Children Library. Containing " Ministering Children" and Sequel. 4 vois. iSmo. In a box. $3.00. Ministering Children, i vol. i2mo $1.50 Sequel to Ministering Children, i vol. i2mo 1.50 They tell of children who minister to the happiness and comfort of those about them; of children that bring relief to the poor, joy to the sad, and sympathy to the afflicted, by their loving deeds and gentle words ; of children that are youthful reformers ; and of the blessings that children, by such ministries of love and charity may bestow. CARTERS' BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. II The " Word'' Scries, Bj the authors of the "Wide Wide World," "Dollars and Cents," &c. Walks from Eden J1.50 The House of Israel 1.50 The Star out of Jacob 1.50 Other vohanes preparing. " The present work is an attempt to bring out into strong relief before the imagination the great facts of the Bible stoiy. The wish has been, so to set forth the Bible incidents and course of history, with its train of actors, as to see them in the circumstances and coloring, the light and shade, of their actual existence. The work is well done. It shows study and research, and has thrown around it the charms of a vivid imagination, which will make the study inviting to the young. We commend it most cordially." — ^. S. Tunes. Ellen Montgomery's Bookshelf. By the authors of the "Wide Wide World," "Dollars and tents." 5 vols. In a box. $5.00. ** These are delightful books, with the character of which the great public of young readers and their friends are already acquainted. Full of the spirit of a pure domestic life, and with the religious element gently and persuasively wrought in, and not at all in that lumpy state which is so alarming to children, who always skip round such nodules of goodness, these books are just the thing for the family. They are sure to be read, and surely as they are read, good is done." — Lutheran. Agate Stories, Bj the author of the "Basket of Flowers." i6mo. $1.25. " The name of the author of the ' Basket of Flowers ' must go far to com- mend them ; and no one can read them without being charmed with the discovery of the same winning tenderness, the genial simplicity, the gi-aphic power, the attractive exhibitions of purity and truth and piety, that so strongly mark the ' Bas- ket of Flowers,' and have maintained its undjring popularity both among parents and children." — Lutheran 12 CARTERS' BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG. Azmt Mildreds Legacy $1.2., Battles Wo7'th Fighting 1.25 Book and its Stoi-y i.^o Book of Animals 0.75 Bunyan''s Pilgrim^ s Progress 1.25 Claude the Colporteur . 1.25 Cripple of Antioch 1.21; Fanny and her Afamma o.y*) Father Clement i.oo Golden Fleece. ByA. L.O. E i.oo Hamilton's Pearl of Parables 1.25 Hebrew Heroes, ByA. L.O. E 1.50 Helena's Household 2.00 yames' Toung Man's Friend 1.25 fames' Toung Woman's Friend 1.25 fulia, The 1.50 Little Annie's First Book 0.60 Little Annie's Second Book . 0.60 Little Lessons 0.75 Little Drofs of Rain i.oo Luther (^Martin), Story of 1.25 Macduff's Footsteps of Paul 1.50 Macduff's Story of Bethlehem i.oo Mackay's Wy cliff tes 1.25 Pnnceion Theological Se7"^J'-5P"[,^^ 1 1 012 01126 5388