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JUST FOR TO-DAY. 
 
 Lord ! for to-morrow and its needs 
 
 I do not pray ; 
 Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, 
 
 Just for today. 
 
 Let me both diligently work 
 
 And duly pray ; 
 Let me be kind in word and deed, 
 
 Just for to-day. 
 
 Let me be slow to do my will, 
 
 Prompt to obey; 
 Hel^ me to mortify my flesh, 
 
 Just for to-day. 
 
 Let me no wrong or idle word 
 
 Unthinking say; 
 Set thou a seal upon my lips, 
 
 Just for to day. 
 
 Let me in season, Lord, be grave. 
 
 In season gay; 
 Let me be faithful to Thy grace. 
 
 Just for to-day. 
 
 And if to-day my life - [ .^ 
 
 Should ebb away, 
 Give me Thy Sacraments Divine, 
 
 Dear Lord, to day. 
 
 So, for to-morrow and its needs 
 
 I do not pray; 
 But keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, 
 
 Just for to day. 
 
"As thy days, so shall thy strength be.' 
 Deut, xxxiii., 25. 
 
 STRENGTH. 
 Strength for to-day is all that we need, 
 
 As there will never be a to-morrow; 
 For to-morrow will prove but another to-day, 
 
 With its measure of joy and sorrow. 
 
 Then why forecast the trials of life 
 With much sad and grave persistence. 
 
 And wait and watch for a crowd of ills 
 That as yet have no existence? 
 
 Strength for to- day; what a precious boon 
 
 For earnest souls who labor — 
 For the willing hands that minister 
 
 To the needy friend and neighbour. 
 
 Strength for to-day, that the weary hearts 
 In the battle for right may quail not, 
 
 And the eyes bedimmed by bitier tears 
 In their search for life may quail not 
 
 Strength for to-day, in house and home 
 To practise forbearance sweetly; 
 
 To scatter kind words and loving deeds, 
 Still trusting in God completely. 
 
 Strength for to-day is all that we need, 
 As there never will be a to-morrow; 
 
 For to-morrow will prove but another to-day. 
 With its measure of joy and sorrow. 
 
My times are in Thy hand." — Ps. xxx., 15. 
 
 SUPPLICATION. 
 
 Father, I know that all my life 
 
 Is portioned out for me, 
 And the changes that are sure to ccme, 
 
 I do not fear to see: 
 But I ask 1 hee for a present mind 
 
 Intent on pleasing Thee. 
 
 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love. 
 Through constant watching wise, 
 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles. 
 And to wipe the weeping eyes; 
 
 And a heart at leisure from itself, 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
 I would not have the restless will 
 
 That hurries to and fro. 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know; 
 I would be treated as a child, 
 
 And guided where I go. 
 
 Wherever in the world I am, 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellowship with hearts 
 
 To keep and cultivate; 
 And a work of lowly love to do 
 
 For the Lord on whom I wait. 
 
So I ask Thee for Thy daily strength, 
 
 • To none that ask denied, 
 And a mind to blend with outward life 
 
 While keeping at Thy side; 
 Content to fill a little space. 
 If Thou be glorified. 
 
 And if some things I do not ask 
 
 In my cup of blessing be, 
 I would have my spirit filled the more 
 
 With grateful love to Thee — 
 More careful — not to serve Thee much. 
 
 But to please Thee perfectly. 
 
 There are briers besetting every path. 
 
 That call for patient care; 
 There is a cross in every lot. 
 
 And an earnest need for prayer; 
 But a lowly heart that leans on Thee 
 
 Is happy anywhere. 
 
 In a service which Thy will appoints. 
 
 There are no bonds for me; 
 For my inmost heart is taught " the truth " 
 
 That makes Thy children " free;" 
 And a life of self-renouncing love 
 
 Is a life of liberty. 
 
 — Waring. 
 
^^ Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup 
 from me : nevertheless not my will, but Thine, be 
 done."— St. LuKExxii., 42. 
 
 THE WILL OF GOD. 
 
 Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will— 
 
 I will lie still ; 
 
 1 will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, 
 
 And break the charm 
 Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, 
 In perfect rest. 
 
 Wild Fancy, peace ! thou must not me beguile 
 
 With thy false smile : 
 I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways ; 
 
 Be silent, Praise, 
 Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all 
 
 That hear thy call. 
 
 Come, self-devoti®n, high and pure, 
 Thoughts that in thankfulness endure, 
 Though dearest hopes are faithless found, 
 And dearest hearts are bursting round. 
 Come, Resignation, spirit meek, 
 And let me kiss thy placid cheek, 
 And read in thy pale eye, serene, 
 Their blessing, who, by faith, can wean 
 Their hearts from sense, and learn to love 
 God only, and the joys above. 
 
They say, who know the life divine, 
 
 And upward gaze with eagle eyne, 
 
 That by each golden crown on high, 
 
 Rich with celestial jewelry. 
 
 Which for our Lord's redeem'd is set, 
 
 There hangs a radiant coronet. 
 
 All gemmed with pure and living light. 
 
 Too dazzling for a sinner's sight. 
 
 Prepared for virgin souls, and them 
 
 Who seek the Martyr's diadem. 
 
 Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire, 
 
 Must win their way through blood and fire. 
 
 The writhings of a wounded heart 
 
 Are fiercer than a foeman's dart. 
 
 Oft in life's stillest shade reclining. 
 
 In desolation unrepining, 
 
 Without a hope on earth to find 
 
 A mirror in an answering mind. 
 
 Meek souls there are, who little dream 
 
 Their daily strife an angel's theme, 
 
 Or that the rod they take so calm. 
 
 Shall prove in heaven a martyr's palm. 
 
 And there are souls that seem to dwell 
 Above this earth — so rich a spell 
 Floats round their steps, where'er they move. 
 From hopes fulfilled and mutual love. 
 Such, if on high their thoughts are set, 
 Nor in the stream the source forget. 
 If prompt to quit the bliss they know, 
 Following the Lamb where'er He go. 
 
By purest pleasures unbeguiled, 
 To idolize a wife or child ; 
 Such wedded souls our God shall own 
 For faultless virgins round His throne. 
 
 Thus everywhere we find our suffering God, 
 
 And where He trod 
 May set our steps — the cross on Calvary, 
 
 Uplifted high. 
 Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light 
 
 In open fight. 
 
 To the still wresUings of the lonely heart 
 
 He doth impart 
 The virtue of his midnight agony, 
 
 When none was nigh, 
 Save God and our good angel, to assuage 
 
 The tempest's rage. 
 
 Mortal ! if life smile on thee, and thou find 
 
 All to thy mind, 
 Think who did once from heaven to hell descend, 
 
 Thee to befriend ; 
 So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call. 
 
 Thy best, thine all. 
 
 " O Father ! not my will, but Thine be done ! " 
 
 So spake the Son. 
 Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise 
 
 Of griefs and joys ; 
 That we may cling for ever to Thy breast. 
 
 In perfect rest. 
 
" In everything, by prayer and supplication, with 
 thanksgiving, let your requests be made known 
 unto God" — Phil, iv., 6. 
 
 THE POWER OF PRAYER. 
 
 Lord, what a change within us one short hour 
 Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make, 
 What heavy burdens from our bosoms take, 
 
 What parched grounds refresh, as with a shower! 
 
 We kneel, and all around us seems to lower ; 
 We rise, and all, the distant and the near. 
 Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear; 
 
 We kneel how weak, we rise how full of power ! 
 
 Why therefore should we do ourselves this wrong 
 Or others that we are not always strong. 
 
 That we are ever overborne with care, 
 
 That we should ever weak or heartless be, 
 
 Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer. 
 And joy and strength and courage are with 
 Thee. 
 
T ORD, support me all 
 ■'—'day long of this troub- 
 lous life, until the shadows 
 lengthen and the evening 
 comes, and the busy world 
 is hushed, and the fever 
 of life is over, and my 
 work is done. Then in 
 Thy Mercy grant me a 
 safe lodging, and a holy 
 rest, and peace at the last. 
 Amen, Lord Jesus, Amen. 
 
^^Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth, 
 and keep the door of my lips." 
 
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 "^RANT, O Lord, I beseech Thee, 
 this day, that I may speak nothing, 
 and that there may be nothing in my 
 manner of speaking, that shall be dis- 
 pleasing to Thee; through Jesus Christ 
 our LoRl). Amen. 
 
 IN the Name of the Father, and of 
 the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, 
 may I this day think every thought, 
 speak every word, do every act, and 
 bear every trial. Amen. 
 
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GLADNESS OF HEART. 
 
 Dear Lord, since Thou didst make the earth, 
 Thou mad'st it not for grief, but mirth ; 
 
 Therefore will I be glad, 
 
 And let who will be sad. 
 
 For if I load my life with care, 
 What profits me the buxom air. 
 
 And what the sweet birds' choir 
 
 Or heaven's azure fire ? 
 
 But if I cannot choose but weep, 
 Weeping I'll think I do but sleep. 
 
 Till thou shalt bid me wake 
 
 And triumph for thy sake. 
 
 I>ord, as 'tis thine eternal state 
 With joy undimmed to contemplate 
 
 The world that thou hast wrought 
 
 As mirror for thy thought. 
 
 So every morning I would rise. 
 And offer thee for sacrifice 
 
 A spirit bright and clear 
 
 As the wide atmosphere. 
 
 For Lord, since all is well with thee, 
 It cannot well be ill with me. 
 
THE DIVINE WILL. 
 
 Laid on thy altar, O our Lord divine, 
 Accept my gift this day, for Jesus' sake ! 
 I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine, 
 Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make ; 
 But here I bring within my trembling hand 
 This will of mine — a thing that seemeth small ; 
 And Thou alone, O Lord, canst understand 
 How, when I yield Thee this, I yield Thee all. 
 
 Hidden therein, Thy searching gaze can see 
 Struggles of passion, visions of delight — 
 All that I have, or am, or fain would be — 
 Deep love, fond hope, and longings infinite. 
 It liath been wetwith tears and dimmed with sighs, 
 Clenched in my grasp till beauty it hath none ; 
 Now, from Thy footstool where it vanquished lies. 
 The prayer ascendeth. May Thy will be done. 
 
 Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail. 
 And merge it so in Thy own will, that e'en 
 If in some desperate hour my cries prevail, 
 And Thou give back my gift, it may have been 
 So changed and purified, so fair have grown. 
 So one with Thee, so filled with peace divine, 
 I may not know or feel it as my own, — 
 But gaining back my will, may find it Thine. 
 
 ANON. 
 
THY WILL BE DONE. 
 
 At first I fell in uttermost despair, 
 And said, " O Lord, this cross I cannot bear. 
 But I have borne it, and I bear it now, 
 Only, oh only, do not ask me how. 
 
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" O God, take, I beseech Thee, my life from 
 me; for it is better for me to die than to live." — 
 Jonah iv., 3. 
 
 ' ' / shall not die, but live: and declare the works 
 of the Lord" — Ps. cxviii., 17. 
 
 REST. 
 
 Two hands upon the breast, 
 
 And labour's done; 
 Two pale feet crossed in rest — 
 
 The race is won; 
 Two eyes with coin weights shut, 
 
 And all tears cease; 
 Two lips where grief is mule 
 
 Anger at peace; — 
 So pray we oftentimes. 
 
 Mourning our lot, 
 God, in His kindness 
 
 Answereth not. 
 Two hands to work addrest 
 
 Aye for His praise; 
 Two feet that never rest 
 
 Walking His ways; 
 Two eyes that look above 
 
 Through all their tears ; 
 Two lips yet breathing love. 
 
 Not wrath, or fears; 
 So pray we afterwards. 
 
 Low on our knees; 
 Pardon those erring prayers! 
 
 Father, hear these ! 
 
 MULOCK. 
 
The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep 
 My weary spirit seeks repose in 
 Thine ; 
 Father forgive my trespasses, and keep 
 This little life of mine. 
 
 With loving kindness curtain Thou 
 my bed, 
 And cool in rest my burning pilgrira 
 feet, 
 Thy pardon be the pillow for my head. 
 So shall my sleep be sweet. 
 
 At peace with all the world, dear 
 Lord, and Thee, 
 No fears my soul's unwavering faith 
 can shake, 
 All's well whichever side the grave for 
 me 
 The morning light may break. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 To LIVE for Jesus or for Him to die,— Telle est la vie ! 
 
 To bear the daily, hourly trials that come, 
 
 The little worries that afflict the soul ; 
 
 To do the thing 'twere easier left undone. 
 
 To do it now— and well,— for His dear sake,— Telle est 
 
 la vie I 
 To early rise, and, strengthened by His grace, 
 Go forth to meet our foes, our constant foes ; 
 To conquer bravely, — inch by inch the ground, — 
 Now here a little, there a little, all around ; 
 To lie down weary when the night draws on,— Telle est 
 
 la vie ! 
 To bear the bitter taunt, the scofiSng look ; 
 To see our motives all misunderstood ; 
 To long to speak a word for Jesus' sake. 
 Then find no. chance ; to see friends hold aloof,— Telle est 
 
 la vie ! 
 To weary day by day for others' good, 
 Yet seem to fail ; — to loose our trustful hope 
 To grow to doubt our very love and faith ; 
 To see things through an ever-darkening mist. 
 While scarce a glimmering ray can reach the burdened 
 
 soul, — Telle est la vie ! 
 To live for Jesus or for Him to die. 
 Such is our life below. 
 Telle est la vie ! But they who live this life 
 Have other life the world doth not account. 
 The hidden life that groweth up unto eternity : 
 So when this sadder life shall have an end. 
 When all its bygone sorrows seem but as a dream. 
 When in the far-off land the victor rests 
 In peaceful, deep, unbroken thankfulness ;— 
 Then, as great glory thrills the inmost soul, 
 And every pulse is throbbing with delight. 
 Fraught with new meaning shall the cry resound, 
 Throughmyriadranks that worship all around, ^ 
 
 "To live for Jesus and with him to reign,— Telle est la vie . 
 
SOMEWHERE. 
 
 How can I cease to pray for thee ? Somewhere 
 In God's great universe thou art to-day. 
 
 Can He not reach thee with His tender care ? 
 Can He not hear me when for thee I pray ? 
 
 What matters it to Him who holds within 
 
 The hollow of His hand all worlds, all space, 
 
 That thou art done with earthly pain and si a ? 
 Somewhere within His ken thou hast a place. 
 
 Somewhere thou livest, and hast need of Him : 
 Somewhere thy soul sees higher heights to climb ; 
 
 And somewhere still there may be valleys dim 
 That thou must pass to reach the hills Sublime ; 
 
 Then all the more because thou canst not hear 
 Poor human words of blessing, will I pray — 
 O true, brave heart ! GoD bless thee 1 where- 
 soe'er 
 In His great universe thou art to-day ! 
 
 — Julia C. R. Dorr. 
 
' Be strottg in the grace that is in Chtist Jesus. 
 Tim. ii.. i. 
 
 BE STRONG. 
 
 Be strong to hope, O Heart ! 
 
 Though day is bright, 
 The stars can only shine 
 
 In the dark night. 
 Be strong, O Heart of mine, 
 
 Look towards the light ! 
 
 Be strong to bear, O Heart I 
 
 Nothing is vain : 
 Strive not, for life is care ; 
 
 And God sends pain ; 
 Heaven is above, and there 
 
 Rest will remain. 
 
 Be strong to love, O Heart ! 
 
 Love knows no wrong ; 
 Didst thou love, — creatures even. 
 
 Life were not long ; 
 Didst thou love God in heaven. 
 
 Thou wouldst be strong ! 
 
' ' / have learned in whatsoever state I am, there- 
 with to be content," — Phil. iv. , 2, 
 
 CONTENTMENT. 
 
 Some murmur when their sky is clear 
 
 And wholly bright to view, 
 If one small speck of dark appear 
 
 In their bright heaven of blue : 
 And some with thankful love are filled, 
 
 If but one streak of light. 
 One ray of God's good mercy gild 
 
 The darkness of their night. 
 
 In palaces are hearts that ask, 
 
 In discontent and pride, 
 Why life is such a dreary task, 
 
 And all good things denied : 
 And hearts in lowliest huts admire 
 
 How Love has in their aid. 
 Love that not ever seems to tire. 
 
 Such rich provision made. 
 
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" Thou maintained I my lot." — Ps. xvi., 5. 
 
 RESIGNATION. 
 
 Source of my life's refreshing springs, 
 Whose presence in my heart sustains me, 
 
 Thy love appoints me pleasant things. 
 Thy mercy orders all that pains me. 
 
 If loving hearts were never lonely. 
 If all the wish might always be, 
 
 Accepting what they look for only. 
 
 They might be glad, but not in Thee. 
 
 "Well may Thy own beloved, who see 
 In all their lot their Father's pleasure. 
 
 Bear loss of all they love, save Thee, 
 Their living, everlasting treasure. 
 
 Well may Thy happy children cease 
 From restless wishes prone to sin, 
 
 And, in Thy own exceeding peace. 
 Yield to Thy daily discipline. 
 
 We need as much the cross we bear. 
 As air we breathe, — as light we see ; 
 
 It draws us to Thy side in prayer, 
 It binds us to our strength in Thee. 
 
Strengthened unto all Patience. — CoL. i., Ii, 
 
 PATIENCE. 
 
 Grant Thou this patience, Jesus, to me ! 
 Grant Thou Thy graces, my safeguard to 
 
 be! 
 So that in all things Thy will may be 
 
 mine, 
 Bearing all troubles because they are 
 
 Thine. 
 
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Put thou thy trust in the Lord, and be doing 
 >od" — xxxvii., 3. 
 
 TRUST. 
 
 Build a little fence of trust 
 
 Around to-day ; 
 Fill the space with loving deeds 
 
 And therein stay ; 
 I^ook not through the sheltering bars 
 
 Upon to-morrow, 
 God will help thee bear what comes, 
 
 Of joy or sorrow." 
 
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' ' In quietness and in confidence shall be your 
 strength." — Isaiah xxx., 15. 
 
 PEACE. 
 
 Drop thy still dews of quietness, 
 
 Till all our strivings cease ; 
 Take from our souls the strain and stress, 
 And let our ordered lives confess 
 
 The beauty of Thy peace. 
 
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I DID THIS FOR THEE: 
 
 WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME ? 
 
 I gave My life for thee, Gal. ii., 20. 
 
 My precious blood I shed I. Pet. i.. 19, 
 
 That thou might ransomed be, Eph. i, , 7. 
 
 And quickened from the dead. Eph. ii., i. 
 I gave My life for thee : Titus ii., 14. 
 
 What hast thou given for Me ? 
 
 I spent long years for thee, I. Tim,, i, 15. 
 
 In weariness and woe, Isa. liii., 3. 
 
 That an eternity John xvii., 24. 
 
 Of joy thou mightest know. John xvi., 22. 
 
 I spent long years for thee: John i, 10, 11. 
 Hast thou spent one for me ? 
 
 My Father's home of light, John xvii., 5 
 
 My rainbow-circled throne Rev. iv. 3 
 
 I left for earthly night, Phil. ii. 7 
 
 For wanderings sad and lone; Matt.viii., 20 
 
 I left it all for thee : II. Cor., vii„ 9, 
 
 Hast thou left aught for Me? 
 
 I suffered much for thee, Isa. liii., 3. 
 
 More than thy tongue may tell Matt. 
 
 xxvi., 39. 
 
Of bitterest agony Luke xxii., 44. 
 
 To rescue thee from hell. Rom. v., 9. 
 
 I suffered much for thee : I. Pet. ii., 21-24. 
 What canst thou bear for Me ? 
 
 And I have brought to thee John iv., 10-14. 
 
 Down from ray home above, John iii., 13. 
 Salvation full and free, Rev. xxi. , 6. 
 
 My pardon and My love. Acts v. 31, 
 
 Great gifts I brought to thee : Psalm Ixviii., 18. 
 Wha' hast thou brought to Me ? 
 
 Oh ! let thy life be given, Rom. vi., 13. 
 
 Thy years for Him be spent ; II. Cor. v., 15. 
 
 World-fetters all be riven, Phil, iii., 8. 
 
 And joy with suffering blent. I. Peter 
 
 iv., 13-16. 
 
 I gave Myself for thee : Eph. v., 2. 
 
 Give thou thyself io Me. Prov. xxiii., 26. 
 
 Frances Ridley Havergal. 
 
A BROTHER'S LOVE: 
 
 A Ballad for Good Friday. 
 
 Come, Hugh, it is a holiday : 
 
 The day is fair and cool ; 
 Come fishing with us presently, 
 
 We'll go to Dingley Pool. 
 
 Some six or seven of us have joined, 
 
 And we shall have such fun ; 
 Make haste and fetch your cap, my boy, 
 
 You'll catch us if you run." 
 
 But Hugh, a little lad of twelve. 
 
 Replied in accents slow. 
 To Frank and John, " No, thank you, boys, 
 
 To-day I cannot go." 
 
 Why not ? It is a holiday — 
 /wouldn't stay at home." 
 I shall not stay at home," said Hugh, 
 " But still I cannot come. 
 
 I cannot come, indeed, to-day, 
 
 I've something else to do ; 
 You would not laugh so, Frank and John, 
 
 Or mock me if you knew." 
 
 He turned away with flushing cheek 
 
 And quickly moistened eye ; 
 I followed him and gently asked : 
 " Hugh, will you tell me why ? " 
 
His earnest eyes one moment sought 
 
 My face, and he replied : 
 I could not go a-pleasuring 
 
 The day my brother died. 
 
 ' Twas some eight years ago he died — 
 
 He gave his life for me, 
 For I fell off the pier one day, 
 
 When we were by the sea. 
 
 And he, sir—he was just eighteen ; 
 
 He sprang into the wave. 
 He knew that it was dangerous, 
 But still he tried to save. 
 
 He caught me safely, but his head 
 
 Had struck against a rock. 
 He lingered on awhile in pain. 
 
 Then sank beneath the shock. 
 
 And I was such a little lad 
 
 Then, I could hardly know 
 What he had done for love of me — 
 
 He always loved me so. 
 
 The day he died, he kissed my face. 
 
 As I sat on his bed, 
 And said to mother, ' Don't let Hugh 
 
 Forget me when I'm dead. 
 
 ' My little Hugh! O! make him love 
 
 Me always. Tell him, dear. 
 How I loved him ' — and then he stopped, 
 For death was very near. 
 
Yet once again he spoke, and said, 
 • This one thing, too, I crave, 
 That every year, upon this day, 
 You bring him to my grave, 
 
 ' That he may think of me awhile. ' 
 
 So every year, sir, we 
 With fresh spring flowers journey to 
 
 The churchyard by the sea. 
 
 We lay the flowers upon ihe grave, 
 To make it bright and gay, 
 
 And think of him and of his love. 
 Who died for me to-day. 
 
 I love to think of him, and kneel 
 Awhile by his graveside — 
 
 How could I go a-pleasuring 
 The day my brother died ? " 
 
 Ah ! how, indeed ? Yet year by year. 
 As comes the one great day 
 
 On which our Heavenly Brother died. 
 To save our souls alway, 
 
 When He would have us think of Him 
 And kneel at His dear side — 
 
 What thousands go a-pleasuring, 
 The day That brother died ! 
 
A HYMN OF LOVE. 
 
 My heart is resting, O my God, 
 I will give thanks and sing ; 
 
 My heart is at the secret source 
 Of every precious thing. 
 
 Now the frail vessel Thou hast made. 
 No hand but Thine shall fill ; 
 
 The waters of the earth have failed , 
 And I am thirsty still. 
 
 I thirst for springs of heavenly liife. 
 And here all day they rise : 
 
 I seek the treasure of Thy love. 
 And close at hand it lies. 
 
 And a " new song " is in my mouth. 
 
 To long-loved music set ; 
 Glory to Thee for all the grace 
 
 I have not tasted yet ! 
 
 I have a heritage of joy, 
 
 That yet I must not see ; 
 The hand that bled to make it mine 
 
 Is keeping it for me. 
 
 There is a certainty of love. 
 That sets my heart at rest ; 
 
 A calm assurance for to-day. 
 That to be poor is best. 
 
 A prayer, reposing on His truth. 
 Who hath made all things mine ; 
 
 That draws my captive will to Him, 
 And makes it one with Thine. 
 
" Seven times a day do I praise Thee." — Ps, 
 cxix., 164. 
 
 THE CANONICAL HOURS. 
 
 At Matins bound, at Prime reviled, 
 Condemned to death at Tierce, 
 Nailed to the Cross at Sext, 
 At Nones His blessed side they pierce: 
 They take Him down at Vesper-tide, 
 In grave at Compline lay, 
 Who thenceforth bids His Church ob^ 
 serve 
 Her sevenfold Hours alway. 
 
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' ' My soul hath a desire and longing to enter 
 unto the courts of the Lord. " — Ps. , Ixxxiv. , 2. 
 
 HOLY CHURCH. 
 
 ' Lord, Thy Church shall, next to Thee, 
 Best beloved of all things be, 
 Thither at each hour of prayer 
 Shall my hastening steps repair. 
 And my longing soul shall wait 
 For the opening of the gate; 
 Lest a word I fail to hear 
 Of the holy service there. 
 At what time the welcome bell 
 Shall of prayer and praises tell. 
 Let its notes be heard at morning. 
 Or at eve ring out its warning. 
 Sweetly tolling shall its sound 
 Bid me to the holy ground. 
 Vain excuses, idle pleas, 
 Well may suit cold, worldly ease 
 Hearts that warm and thankful are, 
 Will for God no trouble spare. 
 Help me, Lord, then, lest I stray;, 
 From Thy Church and Thee awayr 
 Tho' the sultry sun may glow, 
 Tho' the wintry winds may blow. 
 Weak though I may be, or strong, 
 Short though be my road or long^ 
 Feast or fast or common day. 
 Be it when I'm called to pray. 
 Give me but a willing mind 
 And Thy Courts we needs must findo" 
 
" The Lord is in His Holy Temple."— Htlb. 
 ii., 20. 
 
 REVERENCE. 
 
 When once thy foot enters the Church, be bare, 
 God is more there than thou; for thou art there 
 
 Only by His permission. Then beware, 
 And make thyself all reverence and fear. 
 
 Kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings; quit thy 
 state. 
 
 All equal are within the church's gate. 
 
 Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: 
 
 Praying's the end of preaching. O be drest, 
 
 Stay not for the other pin; why, thou hast lost 
 A joy for it worth worlds. Thus hell doth jest 
 
 Away thy blessings and extremely flout thee, 
 
 Thy clothes being fast, but thy soul loose about 
 thee. 
 
 In time of service seal up both thine eyes. 
 And send them to thy heart; that spying sin. 
 
 They may weep out the stains by them did rise: 
 Those doors being shut, all by the ear comes in. 
 
 Who marks in church time other's symmetry, 
 
 Makes all their beauty his deformity, 
 
Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part; 
 Bring not thy plough, thy plot, thy pleasures 
 thither, 
 Christ purged His temple; so must thou thy heart. 
 All worldly thoughts are but thieves met to- 
 gether 
 To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well; 
 For churches either are our Heaven or Hell. 
 
 Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge: 
 If thou mislike him, thou conceivs't him not. 
 
 God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge 
 To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. 
 
 The worst speak something good: if all want 
 sense, 
 
 God takes a text, and preacheth patience. 
 
 He that gets patience, and the blessing which 
 Preachers conclude with, hath not lost his 
 
 He that loves God's abode, and to combine 
 With saints on earth, shall one day with them 
 shine. 
 
 — George Herbert. 
 
LITTLE THINGS. 
 
 Only a drop in the bucket ; 
 
 But every drop will tell ; 
 The bucket would soon be empty 
 
 Without the drops in the well. 
 
 Only a poor little penny ; 
 
 It was all I had to give ; 
 But as pennies make the dollars. 
 
 It may help some cause to live. 
 
 Only some outgrown garments — 
 They were all I had to spare ; 
 
 But they'll help to clothe the needy. 
 And the poor are everywhere. 
 
 A word now and then of comfort, 
 That cost me nothing to say ; 
 
 But the poor old man died happy. 
 And it helped him on the way. 
 
 God loveth the cheerful giver, 
 
 Though the gift be poor and small:— 
 
 What doth He think of His children, 
 When they never give at all ? 
 
DEAL GENTLY. 
 By Edward H. Davis. 
 
 Deal gently with the lowly, 
 
 For bitter is their lot, 
 When by their friends deserted, 
 
 And by the world forgot ; 
 One kindly word may banish 
 
 The anguish of despair. 
 And bid forever vanish 
 
 A world of grief and care. 
 
 Remember, oh ! remember, 
 
 " It is not always May," 
 The blast of Life's December 
 
 May drive his friends away ; 
 For when the storms of winter 
 
 In darkness cloud the sky. 
 The earliest birds of Summer 
 
 Are always first to fly. 
 
 Where'er an erring brother 
 
 Departs from Honor's path. 
 Reprove him not too harshly. 
 
 Nor turn away in wrath ; 
 But point out to him kindly 
 
 The path he should have trod, 
 And thou wilt gain his blessing. 
 
 And the approval of thy God. 
 
A SERMON IN RHYME. 
 
 If you have a friend worth loving, 
 
 Love him. Yes, and let him know 
 That you love him, ere life's evening 
 
 Tinge his brow with sunset glow. 
 Why should good words ne'er be said 
 Of a friend— till he is dead ? 
 If you hear a song that thrills you. 
 
 Sung by any child of song, 
 Praise it. Do not let the singer 
 
 Wait deserved praises long. 
 Why should one who thrills your heart. 
 Lack the joy you may impart ? 
 If you hear a prayer that moves you 
 
 By its humble, pleading tone, 
 Join it. Do not let the seeker 
 
 Bow before his God alone. 
 Why should not your brother share 
 The strength of " two or three " in prayer? 
 It you see the hot tears falling 
 
 From a brother's eyes, 
 Share them. And by sharing, 
 
 Own your kinship with the skies. 
 Why should any one be glad 
 When a brother's heart is sad ? 
 
If a silver laugh is rippling 
 
 Through the sunshine on his face, 
 
 Share it. 'Tis the wise man's saying ; 
 For both grief and joy a place. 
 
 There's health and goodness in the mirth 
 
 In which an honest laugh has birth. 
 
 If your work is made more easy 
 By a friendly, helping hand. 
 
 Say so. Speak out brave and truly, 
 Ere the darkness veil the land. 
 
 Should a brother workman dear 
 
 Falter for a word of cheer ? 
 
 Scatter thus your seed of kindness, 
 
 All enriching as you go — 
 Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver, 
 
 He will make each seed to grow ; 
 So, until its happy end, 
 Your life shall never lack a Friend. 
 
 * 
 
I^uls eotnwttntoii* 
 
 From Gold Dust. — " A Colleciion of Golden 
 Counsels for the Sanctification of Daily Life" 
 
 I 
 
 Y Child, it is not wisdom / require of 
 thee, it sufficeth if thou lovest Me 
 
 well. 
 
 Speak to Me as thou wouldst talk to thy 
 mother if she were here, pressing thee to her 
 heart. 
 
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 Hast thou none, for whom thou wouldst 
 intercede? Tell Me the names of thy kindred 
 and thy friends; and at the mention of each 
 name, add what thou wouldst have me do 
 for them. Ask much, fervently; the gene- 
 rous hearts that forget themselves for others 
 are very dear unto Me. 
 
 Tell Me of the poor thou wouldst succour, 
 the sick thou hast seen suffering, the sinful 
 thou wouldst reclaim, the estranged thou 
 wouldst receive to thy heart again. 
 
 Pray fervently for all mankind. 
 
Remind Me of My promise to hear all 
 prayers that proceed from the heart; and 
 the prayer offered for one who loves us, and 
 is dear to us, is sure to be heartfelt and 
 fervent. 
 
 )^ 
 
 Hast thou no favours to ask of Me? Give 
 Me, if thou wilt, a list of all thy desires, all 
 the wants of thy soul. Tell Me, simply, of 
 all thy pride, sensuality, self-love, sloth; and 
 ask for My help in thy struggles to overcome 
 them. 
 
 Poor child! be not abashed; many that 
 had the same faults to contend against, are 
 now Saints in heaven. 
 
 They cried to Me for help, and by degrees 
 they conquered. 
 
 Do not hesitate to ask for temporal bless- 
 ings, health, intellect, success. — I can bestow 
 it, and never fail to do so, where it tends to 
 make the soul more holy. What wouldst 
 thou this day, My child?... If thou didst but 
 know how I long to bless thee! 
 
 Hast thou no interests which occupy thy 
 mind? 
 
 Tell Me of them all.. .Of thy vocation. 
 What dost thou think? What dost thou de- 
 sire? Wouldst thou give pleasure to thy 
 mother, thy family, those in authority over 
 thee, what wouldst thou do for them? 
 
And for Me, hast thou no ardour? Dost 
 thou not desire to do some good to the souls 
 of those thou lovest, but who are forgetful 
 of Me? 
 
 Tell Me of one in whom thou hast interest; 
 the motive that actuates; — the means thou 
 wouldst employ, 
 
 Lay before Me thy failures, and / will 
 teach thee the cause. 
 
 Whom wouldst thou have to help thee? 
 The hearts of all are in My keeping, and / 
 lead them gently, wheresoever / will. Rest 
 assured, all who are needful to thee, / will 
 place around thee. 
 
 Oh! My child, tell Me of all thy weari- 
 ness: who has grieved thee? treated thee 
 with contempt? wounded thy self-love? 
 
 Tell Me all, and thou wilt end by saying, 
 all is forgiven, all forgotten.. .and /, surely 
 /will bless thee! 
 
 Art thou fearful of the future? — Is there 
 in thy heart that vague dread, that thou 
 canst not define, but which nevertheless tor- 
 ments thee? 
 
 Trust in My Providence.../ am present 
 with thee, /know all, and /will never leave 
 thee nor forsake thee. 
 
 Are there around thee, those seemingly 
 less devout than formerly; whose coldness 
 or indifference have estranged thee from 
 them, without real cause?... 
 
 Pray for them — / can draw them back 
 
to thee, if they are necessary to the sancti- 
 fication of thy soul. 
 
 What are the Jovs, oj which thou hast to 
 tell Me? 
 
 Let Me share thy pleasures: tell Me of all 
 that has occurred since yesterday, to comfort 
 thee, please thee, to give thee joy! 
 
 That fear suddenly dispelled — that unex- 
 pected success — that token of affection — the 
 trial that proved thee stronger than thou 
 thoughtest... 
 
 My child, / sent it all; why not show 
 some gratitude, and simply thank thy Lord? 
 
 Gratitude draws down a blessing, and the 
 Great Benefactor likes His children to re- 
 mind Him of His Goodness. 
 
 Hast thou no promises to make to Me? — / 
 can read thy heart — thou knowest it; thou 
 mayest deceive man, but thou canst never 
 deceive GoD. Be sincere. 
 
 Art thou resolved to avoid all occasions of 
 sin? — to renounce that which tempts thee — 
 never again to open the book that excites 
 thine imagination? — Not to bestow thine af- 
 fection on one who is not devout, and whose 
 presence steals the peace from thy soul? 
 
 Wilt thou go now, and be loving and for- 
 bearing towards one who has vexed thee?... 
 
 Good, My child! Go, then, return to 
 
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 charitable — then return to Me with a heart 
 yet more loving and devoted, and / shall 
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