THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ii A LITTLE WHILE," ©tijtr 'Batms. BY MRS. T. D. CREWDSON, AUTHOR OF 'AUNT JASE'a VERSES FOR CHILDREN," "SCRIPTURE LTRICS," -•♦•--(- MANCHESTER : WILLIAM BREMNER & CO., 11, MARKET STREET; LONDON ; F. PITMAN, 20, PATERNOSTER ROW. MANCHESTER : PRISTKD BY WILLIAM BREMNER AND CO., MARKET STREET. PREFACE. rnms small Volume will be welcomed by many who knew and loved the Author. For such no Preface is needed. The Hymns it contains will be accepted, by them, as pictures of her own inner world — as a running commentary on her chastened, yet happy life ; — they will be recognized as the simple outflowings of her thoughts, in hours of much suffer- ing, and many consolations. But, beyond the circle of her immediate friends, there are many for whom her sympathies were always ready ; — tried ones — like herself — who, it is believed, will here find refreshment, encouragement, and hope. The Author's mind was singularly varied ; she was thus qualified to meet the needs of others, and to lead them to the Source and Centre whence she derived her brightness in shadowy places, her "B5U57T PREFACE. cheerfulness in pain, and her unfailing "joy and peace in believing." It was her delight to ministex' to their spirit-wants out of her rich sympathies, when here. Perhaps she may still be admitted, through the medium of these pages, into fellowship with many a troubled heart ; — and may such, like her, find Rest in Jesus. CONTENTS. A call of warning .... A little longer . . Advent Hymn. (From the Latin.) Be of good cheer ..... Behold the Lamb of God . Cast thy burden upon the Lord . Casting all your care upon Him Christ blessing little children Church of Christ (From the Lathi.) Come unto me ..... Come unto me ..... Daughter, be of good comfort Doth our lamp of faith burn pale ? . Even Jesus made an High Priest . Give to the Lord thy heart Goeth after that which is lost Having a desire to depart. He brought me to the banqueting house Help Thou mine unbelief . Herein is love ..... How often, forgetting the crown How tenderly Thy hand is laid Hymn. (Third hour of the Sabbath Hymn. (From the Latin.) Innocent's Day. (From the Latin.) It is a pleasant pilgrimage Jesus Only ...... Lent ...... Let not yom- heart be troubled Looking unto Jesus .... Lord Jesus ! we constrain Thee . Mary, the sister of Lazarus Matin Hymn (From the Latin.) -St. Ambrose.) CONTENTS. Morning Hymn. (St. Ambrose.) 84 Morning Hj-mn. (St. Ambrose.) ..... 93 My sheep hear my voice ...... 37 Oh ! it is sweet ........ 73 Oh Saviour ! I have nought to plead .... 108 Oh Jesus ! our Savioiir ....... 58 One touch from Thee 57 Peace, be stUl 55 Pilgrim Discoveries ....... 30 Sabbath Musings for a Sick Chamber . . . .14 Tell me, Thou whom my soul loveth ... 82 Thanksgiving for the Harvest ...... 79 That which I see not teach Thou me .... 27 The Esile 41 The Little VThiie 9 The Prodigal Son.— The Recall 70 The Prodigal Son.— The Return 72 The Siu-e Refuge 104 The Tears of Jesua 77 There is an unsearchable joj' ...... 45 This IB an hard sapng ....... 36 Thou who in eveiy troubled scene . . ... 22 Vesper Hymn. (From the Latin.) . . . 89 Vesper Hymn. (Prom the Latin of St. Gregory.) . . 91 Vesjjertide ......... 99 Weeping may endure for a night . . . . .12 What Then ? 106 ^Vhen He giveth quietness . . . . .15 WTio passing through the valley ..... 49 Whose heart the Lord opened . . . . . .67 Whosoever will come after me ..... 47 Why standest Thou afar ofif ? 54 Without money and without price .... 53 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 75 A call of warning — yet of love A spell of love passed o'er him, — he awoke . 70 Alas ! my love hath ebbed so low .... 11 Amidst my gladness and my tears .... . 101 "Be of Good cheer" ! My blessed Lord ! . . . 46 Church of Christ ! — a glorious name. (Translation.) . 86 Doth our lamp of faith burn pale ? . . . . 96 Fear we not the vale of sadness .... 49 For the sunshine and the rain 79 Give to the Lord thy heart . 60 God's children love the vespertide .... 99 God's thoughts are not as ours — we gird our breast . . 72 Hail ! ye lovely early flowers. (Translation.) 95 He wept ! whence flowed that mortal tear ? 77 How can I Thy name adore ...... 40 How often, forgetting the crown .... 25 How shall an Exile sing ? 41 How tenderly Thy hand is laid .... . 51 I long to bathe my tir^d wing ..... 18 I want a Sabbath talk with Thee .... 14 In the wilderness Thou sought us ... . 60 Is the saying too hard to believe ? . . . . . 36 It is a pleasant pilgrimage ...... 17 I've found a joy in sorrow ..... SO Jesus, for Thy mercy's sake 27 "Looking unto Jes^is" 65 Lord, I come to Thee for pardon 64 Lord Jesus, we constrain Thee ..... 62 i Lord, we know that Thou art near us . 54 j My blessed Master ! it is sweet .... 20 My blessed Master ! Thou who art ... . 12 Now at the dawn of early day. (Translation.) 93 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Holy Spirit from above. (Translation.) . . .83 Lord of Light ! Thou who didst lead the day . . 91 Thou whose glory and eternal grace. (Translation. ) . 89 Oh be not fearful ! strive a little longer . . . 34 Oh for a finely tun^d ear ...... 37 Oh for the jjeace which floweth as a river ... 9 Oh fount of grace that runneth o'er . . . .53 Oh Holy Spirit, who art one. (Translation. ) . . 82 Oh ! I know the hand that is guiding me . . .104 Oh ! it is sweet to turn to Thee ..... 73 Oh Jesus, om- Saviour ....... 58 Oh Saviour ! could we but believe . . . . 61 Oh Saviour I have nought to plead . . . . .108 Oh the wondrous grace that seeks . . . • 69 Oh Thou who from far didst behold . . . .38 One touch from Thee — the Healer of diseases . . 57 One word from Thee my Savioxir ..... 55 Only Jesus ! Let the vision ..... 43 She chose the footstool of her Lord . . . .80 Since the earth in beauty rose (Translation.) . . 92 The followers of the Son of God 47 There is an unsearchable joy . . . . . 45 There's not a grief however light . . . . .19 Thou brightness of Thy Father's face. ( 'Translation. ) . 84 Thou who art dear to me above . . . . .32 Thou who, in every troubled scene .... 22 Though gloom may veil our troubled skies . . .15 'Tis not the cross I have to bear ..... 29 'Tis not the season for the festal board . . . .98 'Tis sweet to think of those ...... 103 We cannot see the wondrous hand . . . . .67 "What then ? Why then another pilgrim song . . 106 Wlien I come with troubled heart . . . . .23 With prayer and praise in sweet accord. (Translation.) 88 THE LITTLE WHILE. What is this that He saith, A little while?" — John xvi. 18. /^H for the peace which floweth as a river, ^ Making life's desert places bloom and smile ! Oh for the faith to grasp heaven's bright "for ever, Amid the shadows of earth's "little while" ! "A little while," for patient vigil-keeping, To face the stern, to wrestle with the strong : "A little while," to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves, and sing the harvest son^ "A little while," to wear the weeds of sadness, To pace, with weary step, through miry ways ; Then — to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of praise. B 10 TUE LITTLE WHILE. "A little while," midst shadow and illusion, To strive, by faith, love's mysteries to spell : Then — read each dark enigma's bright solution ; Jhen — hail sight's verdict, "He doth all things well," "A little while," the earthen pitcher taking To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed, Then the cool lip its thirst for ever slaking Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head. " A little while," to keep the oil from failing ; " A little while," faith's flickering lamp to trim; And then, the Bi-idegroom's coming footsteps hailing, To haste to meet Him with the bridarhymu. And He, who is Himself the Gift and Giver, The future glory and tlie present smile. With the bright promise of the glad " for ever," Will light the shadows of the "little while." Jr^" HEREIN IS LOVE. 11 "Herein is love." — John iv. 10. A LAS ! my love hath ebbed so low, ■^^ I scarce can tell if love it be ; And yet — wond'rous grace ! — I know, That Christ loves me. I scarcely know if He be mine, And yet I feel a secret bliss Which tells me, by a touch divine. That I am ffis. I cannot comprehend such love; I cannot search its hidden spring; And yet it seemeth to reprove All questioning. It knows no turning nor decline, No cloud nor shadow, hope nor change. My blessed Lord ! such love as Thine Is passing strange. 12 WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT. It flows from depths unsearchable, A priceless gift, luibought, uuearn'd ; • It flowed unsought, — it flowetli still, — Still unreturued. If aught could turn such love aside, It could not rest on me one hour. He chose His church — He loves His bride Without a dower ! Weeping may eudure for a night, but joy cometli in the morning." — Ps. xxx. 5. Y blessed ^Master ! Thou who art ?i ^'-^ My absent, yet ray present Lord, Oh strengthen Thou this drooping heart With one sweet word. The water brooks have ceased to flow ; The little wayside springs are dried ; I cannot tell which way to go : Be Thou my guide ! WEEPING MAY ENDUBE FOR A NIGHT. 13 I trust Thee — though I caunot see Thy light upon my pathway shine : However dark, Lord, let it be Thy way — not mme. A way in loving-kindness planned : A way which reaches home at last : And yet I faint ! Stretch forth Thy hand And hold me fast ! I know that hand : — I feel its might ! The road grows firm beneath my feet ! The darkness is becoming light ! The bittei', sweet ! The water-brooks gush forth again. At the sweet bidding of Thy word ! The crooked path is growing plain ! — My present Lord ! 14 SABBATH MUSINGS FOR A SICK CHAMBER. SABBATH MUSINGS FOR A SICK CHAMBER. "Jesus Himself drew near, and wentwitli them." — Luke sxiv. 15. T WANT a Sabbath talk with Thee : -*- I ask Thee for one httle word ; Alone — alone ! — draw near to me, Dear, risen Lord Oh join Thyself to me — and deign To commune as in days foregone : As once Thou talked'st with the twain, So with the one. Their Sabbath journey, e'en like mine. Without a preseiit Lord, was sad ; Like them, I want the voice Divine, To make mc glad. WHEN HE GIVETH QUIETNESS. 15 Draw near ; and make my heart to burn, The while Thou ope'st the living Word, And talk'st of sweet things that concern Thyself — my Lord. Unfold the wonders of Thy grace ; Make hidden meanings clear and plain ; And, through each glowing scripture trace Love's golden chain. Mine eyes are holden ! Draw Thou near ; And break the Bread, and pour the Wine ; The strength, the sweetness, and the cheer. All — all are Thine. "When He giveth quietness, who then can make trotible? and when He hideth His face, who then can behold Him ? — Job. xxxiv. 29. nn HOUGH gloom may veil our troubled skies, -'- And shades the plain o'erspread ; Though billows of the deep may rise. Yet lift we up our head. 16 WHEN HE GIVETH QUIETNESS, Jesus ! if Thou bo uear to bless, We shall not faint nor fail ; For when Thou givest quietness, No trouble shall prevail. Thy quietness! — 'tis not the calm That spreads in Vesper hours. O'er earth's green vales, the dewy balm Of nature's closing flowers. 'Tis not the calm the worldling knows. In dreamy hours of pride ; Though, softly lapped in false repose, • His gilded shallop ride. Thy quietness ! — no fount of earth Hath ever proved its source ; No mortal skill revealed its birth, Or traced its hidden course. Saviour! — Thou hast met the gale On Thy unsheltered breast, That we, the weak, the sick, the frail. Might joy in peace and rest. IT IS A PLEASANT PILGRIMAGE. 17 IT Take every treasure but Thy grace, And we Thy hand will bless; Hide every comfort but Thy face, Thy peace, Thy quietness. TT is a pleasant pilgrimage, -*- Though many count it drear ; There are, at every weary stage, So many things to cheer. There is so many a halting spot, Soft, beautiful, and sweet ; And many a green and dewy plot. Where streams of gladness meet. There is so many a joyful glance, (When faith's calm sunshine glows,) Of our far off inheritance, Where milk and honey flows ! While gales of balm, and songs of praise. Float from the land of bliss. How can we speak of dreary ways, On journey such as this 1 HAVIXG A DESIRE TO DEPART. " Having a desire to depart, aud be -with ClirLst ; which is far better." — Phihppiaus i. 23. T LONG to bathe my tired wing -*- In crystal founts of heavenly bliss : I long my Saviour's praise to sing, And see Him as He is. Ah ! when I think of robes of white — No stain to soil, no blot to dim ; And when I dream of founts of light, All — all reflecting Him, I long to breathe a purer air Than this gross atmosphere below : I long — and yet I would not dai'e To say, "Lord, let me go" ! Is it not joy on earth to dwell Where He, the Son of Man, hath dwelt ; Like Him to quaff the desert well, And kneel where He hath knelt ? CASTING ALL TOUR CARE UPON HIM. 19 Is it not joy, His steps to mark, And strive to walk where He hath trod : In places weary, rough, and dark, Yet hallowed by my God ? Oh fainting heart ! take hold of Ilim Who fainted not to bear thy load : Though thorns seem rude, and skies look dim, He trod a rougher road. "Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for yon." — 1 Peter v. vii. ITl HERE'S not a grief, however light, -'- Too light for sympathy ! There's not a care, however slight, Too slight to bring to Thee ! Thou, who hast trod the thorny road. Wilt share each small distress : For He who bore the greater load, Will not refuse the less. 20 CAST THY BURDEN UPON THE LORD. There's not a secret sigh we breathe, But meets the ear Divine ; And every cross grows light, beneath The shadow, Lord, of Thine. Life's woes without, — sin's strife within, The heart would overflow ; But for that love which died for siu, — That love which wept with woe. All human sympathy but cheers, When it is learned from Thee. Alas for grief ! — but for those tears Which fell at Bethany ! "Cast thy burden upon the Lord." — Psalm Iv. 22. ■^^^ To bring my burden, all complete, "Y blessed Master ! it is sweet - To bring my burden, all And lay it gently at Thy feet. CAST THY BURDEN UPON THE LORD. 21 I have no precious nai'd to pour, Costly and sweet, like one of yore, Who brought Tliee of her fragrant store. Alas ! the burden which I bear. Is heavy charg d with sin and care ; No earthly friend would deign to share. I could not breathe such doubts — such fears, I could not poar such sighs and tears, In any fellow-pilgrim's ears. I could not trust a suit like mine, To any other ears but Thine, My fellow-pilgrim — yet Divine ! Thou know'st, Lord, before I speak, How poor I am, — how halt,— how weak. And what I need, and what I seek. wondrous love ! I thought to lay. The galling burden of to-day Just at Thy feet, and come away. 22 THOU WHO, IN EVERY TROUBLED SCENE. But Thou hast spoken words of cheer, Aud whisper'd in uiy heavy car — "Oh, thou of little faith, draw near." Thou giv'st me bread from heaven to eat. And slak'st my thirst with cordials sweet, And bid'st me tarry at Thy feet. So here I take the handmaid's place. Till in the fulness of Thy grace, I shall behold Thee face to face. rriHOU who, in every troubled scene, -^ Hast been Thy people's quiet rest, Oh, let a tired disciple lean Upon the Master's breast. 'Tis there I list the whispers sweet. Which every doubt and fear reprove ; 'Tis there I hear the pulses beat Of everlasting Love. COMB UNTO MB. 23 'Tis there I breathe the secret sigh, Too deep, too strange for mortal ear ; And there the Master's hand doth dry The poor disciple's tear. 'Tis there I own the Sovereign grace Which shattered earthly urns of bliss. And troubled every resting-place, Save this, — save only this ! My Master ! Thou hast borne for me, The bleeding feet, the weary breast, And to Thy heart of love I flee. For solace and for rest. COME UNTO ME. Matthew xi. 28. TTTHEN I come with troubled heart, Jesus bids me not depart Till He stills it. 24 COME UNTO ME. When I come with empty urn, Jesus bids me not return Till He fills it. Once I came in tattered dress, And the God of Holiness Did not loathe me ;- Bringing nothing for the payment, When I came for change of raiment. He did clothe me. When I dared not nearer draw, For the terrors of the law. He beheld me ; — When I could not enter in. For the burden of my sin, He compelled me. Then He showed me how the Son Hath my full salvation won By His dying : — How the law's demand He met ; The poor bankrupt's total debt Satisfying ! HOW OFTEN, FORGETTIXG THE CROWX. 25 Still He bids me to draw near, With my every grief or fear, And He stills it. All unworthy, still I learn, Just to bring my empty urn. And He fills it. 'And the soiil of the people was much discoiiraged because of the way." — Numbers xxi. 4. TTOW often, forgetting the crown. And the palm, and the victors' array. In sackcloth we choose to sit down, "Discouraged because of the way " ! Disheartened because of the foe ; And weary of bearing the cross ; Cast down when the brooks cease to flow ; And the gold is obscured by its dross ! c 26 HOW OFTEN, FORGETTING THE CROWN. Then the cross is a burden and grief, And the yoke is a toil and a care ; Though 'tis only our own unbelief, Which makes them so heavy to bear. How often ta Marah we flee, And there pitch our tent in the waste ; Forgetting that marvellous "Tree,"* Which maketh it sweet to the taste ! We pine for the blessings foregone. While still beside Marah we dwell ; Though to Elim we ought to press on, And be counting each palm-tree and well.t Soon the shoes shall be loosed from the feet, And the staff shall be dropped from the hand ; And the wilderness manna, so sweet. Shall be changed for the "corn of the land. "| *Exod. XV. 23-25. t Exod. xvi. 1. 4: Josh. v. 11. THAT WHICH I SEE NOT TEACH THOU ME. 27 Then grace shall with glory be crowned, And night shall dissolve into day : — Oh ! the country for which we are bound, Is worth all the griefs of the way ! "That which I see not teach Thou me." — Job. xxxiv. 32. "^Vhat I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter." — John. xiii. 7. TESTIS ! for Thy mercy's sake, ^ Keep me in Thy school of grace ; Though I'm only fit to take. Day by day the lowest place. Sweet the lessons of Thy school, And the lowest place how sweet ; When I yield me to Thy rule. When I seat me at Thy feet. 28 THAT WHICH I SEE NOT TEACH THOU ME. Shall the learner dare rebel, Shall the weak disciple mourn, If Thy words seem hard to spell, And Thy thoughts too deep to learn 1 Truths which reason cannot span. Teach me humbly to believe ; Mysteries too high to scan, Let me quietly receive. Give me strength to do Thy will, ^Vlien Thy pleasure is revealed ; Give me patience to lie still, When Thy dealings are concealed. What I can't unravel here, What I fail to solve aright. Shall be rendered plain and clear. In that world where all is light. Then each dark and doubtful word, Shall in golden letters shine ; And a flood of light be poured, O'er each dim and cloudv line. HELP THOU MINE UNBELIEF. 29 "Help Thou mine unbelief." — Mark ix. 24. 'rpiS not the cross I have to bear, 'Tis not this cup of pain and care, Which constitute my bitter grief : — It is the heart of unbelief ! The cross would be but light, without The boding fear, — the anxious doubt ; And honey-drops my cup would fill, But for this rebel, restless will. 'Twas unbelief which sowed the thorn. By which these weary feet were torn : 'Tis unbelief and fear which hide, The pleasant brooks on either side. 'Tis faith which hails the fountain's flow. And sees the desert lily blow ; And listens patiently to hear, The blessed Master drawhia: near. 30 PILGRIM DISCOVERIES. Dear Lord ! from whom our hearts receive, The grace to hear Thee and beheve, Take from my cross its only grief, And help, — help mine unbelief ! PILGKIM DISCOVERIES. T'YE found a joy in sorrow, ■*■ A secret balm for pain, A beautiful to-morrow. Of sunshine after rain. I've found a branch of healing, Near every bitter spring ; A whisper'd promise stealing O'er every broken string. I've found a glad hosanna. For every woe and wail, A handful of sweet manna, When grai:)es from Eschol fail. I've found a Rock of Ages, When desert wells were dry ; And after weary stages, I've found an "Elim" nigh. PILGRIM DISCOVERIES. 31 An "Elim" with its coolness, Its fountains, and its shade ! A blessing in its fulness. When buds of promise fade ! O'er tears of soft contrition, I've seen a rainbow light ; A glory and fruition, So near ! — yet out of sight. My Saviour ! Thee possessing, We have the joy — the balm — The healing, and the blessing — The sunshine and the psalm ; The promise for the fearful, The "Elim" for the faint, The I'ainbow for the tearful. The glory for the saint. — M5=®^S&^^)= 32 TELL ME, THOU WHOM MY SOUL LOVETH. " Tell me, Tliou whom my soul loveth, where Thou feedest , where Thou makest Thy flock to rest at noon : for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of Thy companions ? — Canticles i. 7. nnHOU ! who art dear to me above All other treasures of my love ; Who, cold and faithless though I be, Remainest all iu all to me ! Beloved Saviour ! tell me where Thy flock, Thy ransom' d flock repose ; Within what sheltering valley fair. The greenest, sweetest, pastui'c grows. And show me where, in noontide's beam. They rest them by the stilly stream ; And where the dews, in vesper hours, Lie coolest on the thirsty flowers ! TELL ME, O THOU WHOM MY SOUL LOVETH. 33 I dare not turn aside to stray In other paths, however sweet ! I dare not walk, but in the way, Mark'd by the traces of Thy feet ! In fruitful pastures smooth and bright, In smiling valleys of delight, I cannot find Thy footprints trac'd, But in the rough and dreary waste : In lonely paths, uncheer'd and 'lorn, Where bitter waters darkly flow ; And where the briar and the thorn, Encompass'd round Thy steps of woe. And shall we tremble, if Thou guide Thy flock by stormy mountain side ? Is not the sweetest herbage found. On stony, and on barren ground '] The balmiest herbs for healing, grow In places parch' d by Summer's heat ; And aromatic odours flow From balsams bruis'd by pilgrims' feet. 34 A LITTLK LONGER. 'Twill soon be past ; — a few rough ways, A few dark uights and languid days : A few moi'e mountain rills to quaff, Led by Thy faithful rod and staff : Then shall Thy blood-wash'd flock be fed. Within tiie fold of rest above ; And fathom, at its fountain head, The river of redeemino- love ! "A LITTLE LONGER. /^H, be not fearful ! strive a little longer ; " The cloud of unbelief will soon divide ; Look upward ! though the foe be waxing stronger, * There's yet a stronger fighting on our side ! Though wayside brooks be dried we will not murmur ; Though ftxith may falter, yet we shall not fail ; God's promise resteth on a groundwork firmer, Thau all the doubtings of the faint and frail. A LITTLE LONGER. 35 Life's thorny thickets shall not rend our raiment ; Nor shoes wax old, ere yet the day be spent ; One taste of Eschol's grapes is over payment, For every bitter herb around our tent. List to the brooklets in yon valley singing ! We soon shall lave them o'er our weary breast ; Behold the verdant pastures softly springing, In halcyon earnest of our heavenly rest. Though^ still we kneel to gather up the manna, Ere yet it melt from off the desert sand, We hail the echoes of a glad hosanna, Wafted in whispers from the promis'd land. A little longer — yet a little longer, And every lurid shadow will divide ; Take up the song ! — though foes be waxing stronger. There's yet a stronger fighting on our side. 36 THIS IS AN HARD SAYING. •'This is an hard saying ; who can hear it ?" — John vi. 60. TS the saying too hard to believe ] Doth reason stand baffled and dumb 1 Is the doctrine too deep to receive 1 Then wait till the Master shall come. Till the light of His presence is poured, We may search through the problem in vain ; The Master who gave us the Word, Himself must its meaning explain. Himself gives the faith to adore The truths that are hidden from sight ; For their depth, I would love them the more, And revere them but more for their height. Up the measureless heights of His love, Down the fathomless depths of His grace, I would gaze till all doubts shall remove. And faith all misgivings displace. MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE, 37 Oh sweet is the blessing for those Who see not, and yet have believed ; And safe is their place of repose, Who rest on the promise received. "My sheep hear my voice." — John x. 27. /~\H ! for a finely tuned ear, ^ The Shepherd's voice to hear and know ; Both when it speaks, — distinct and clear. And when it whispers, — soft and low ! Oh ! for an ear to list its call. When sounds it in the stormy hour ; And when its accents gently fall, Like dew upon the fainting flower. An ear to heed each warning word : To hearken for each gracious tone ; And when the "stranger's" voice is heard, To know it from the Shepherd's own. 38 DAUGHTER, BE OF GOOD COMFORT. But oh ! when doubts and fears shall dim The pathway of the Shepherd's choice, 'Tis they who walk most close to Him, Who best can hear His guiding voice. 'Tis they, whose path is safe from hann ; 'Tis they, who know the good from ill ; And, strengthened by His mighty arm, Are sti'oug to do His holy will. Then grant me Lord the listening ear ; And grant the Heaven-directed eye ; The faith that waits Thy voice to hear ; The love that keeps me ever nigh. "Daiigliter, be of good comfort. — Matt. ix. 22. rVR Thou who from far didst behold, ^^ And draw the poor prodigal near ; And spake to a sufferer of old To be of good comfort and cheer : — DAUGHTER, BE OF GOOD COMFORT. 39 To one in like need of Thy grace, To one who is helpless as she. Oh, send the same message of peace. And speak the like comfort to me. Her faith was so earnest and strong, It wrestled through hindrance and strife ; It forced her a path through the throng, To the fountain of healing and life. But mine is so faint and so weak, I cannot press forward, until My Healer first graciously speak, And give both the strength and the will. I cannot reach forward my hand. To touch e'en the hem of Thy dress, Unless Thou dost give the command, And open my way through the press. Lord, I have nothing to plead ; I have nothing Thy favour to move. But the sense of my infinite need, And the plea of Thy infinite love. 40 EVEN JESUS, MADE AN HIGH PRIEST. "Even Jesus, made an High Priest for evei-." — Heb. vi. 20. TTOW can I Thy name adore, Who am all unworthy 1 How can I an offering pour From an urn so earthy 1 Ah ! an iticense not mine own, Breatheth matchless sweetness ; And its fragrance is ascending, With my mean oblation blending, Giving perfect meetness. Therefore boldly draw I near, With my poor petition : No dismay, nor doubt, nor fear, Yet in meek contrition ; — Noting One who standeth by, Ever interceding : AVho hath suffered death ; — yea rathei-, Hath ascended to the Father, For the sinner pleading ! THE EXILE. 41 Faith beholds Him as He stands la the courts of Heaven ; With the nail-prints in His hands, And His side spear-riven ! Now in Priestly vestment clad, Beautiful and glorious ; Working out our full salvation, By His Priestly ministration ; O'er the cross victorious ! THE EXILE. 'How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ?"- Psalm cxxxvii. 4. TTOW shall an Exile sing -'■-^ The songs of Zion in a foreign land 1 How shall the notes of joy and gladness ring- Beneath his trembling hand 1 And hath the willow flung Her shade so long across thy mournful brow ? And hath thy silent harp so long been hung Upon her drooping bough, 42 THE EXILE. That thou hast lost thy skill ; And hast forgot the tuneful melody ? — Thy hand hangs feeble, — and thy heart is chill, And thou hast lost the key 1 Exile, take down the lyre ! Shake off the dust from every tuneless string ; Pass thy hand softly o'er each fragile wii'e. Look Zionward — and sing ! Heavenward — till one by one. The notes of joy thy silent shell o'erflow. The song they sing before the Saviour's throne, Must first be learned below. Thou canst not join their throng, Till thou hast caught the key-note of their strain ; The foreign land must echo the Home-song, "Worthy the Lamb once slain." The music of One name O'erflows the courts of Heaven with melody ; And pilgrim lips reply, — "Worthy the Lamb, For He was slain for ??ie" .' JESUS ONLY. 43 "JESUS ONLY/' ' Aud when they had lifted up their eyes, they saw no man, save Jesus only." — Matt. xvii. 8. /^NLY Jesus ! Let the vision In its glory pass away ; Vanish all the light elysiau ! 'Tis enough if Jesus stay. Though no more His raiment glisten With unshrouded Deity : Though no more the ear can listen To the converse of the sky : Prophet, Teacher, each may vanish, Sliadowy clouds opaque and dim. From the aching sight may banish, — All, save Jesus — '■'■Hear ye Him.''' When we leave the heights of Tabor, For earth's valleys dim and cold, Mid life's toil oiid care and labour, Only Jesus can uphold. 44 JESUS ONLY. When our path seems dark and lonely- Reft of glory, poor and sad, — Friends estranged, — with Jesus only, We are rich and full and glad. When our lot is crowned with blessing. Blessed in basket and in store ; Every earthly gift possessing. All — save Jesus — we are poor. When the word by angels spoken Once pronounced our souls undone : Doomed by every statute broken, Only Jesus could atone. AVhen we stood as bankrupt debtors, Pleading nought but penury, Only Jesus brake the fetters, Paid our debt and set us free. When we felt the balm of healing Softly o'er our spirit poured, 'Twas the Saviour's gracious dealing, — It was Jesus who restored. THERE IS AN UNSEARCHABLE JOY. 45 When the glorious life immortal Shall be dawning on our sight, Only Jesus opes the portal To the shiuino; realms of light. fTlHERE is an unsearchable joy, -*- In seasons of conflict and woe, Which nothing but sin can destroy. And nothing but Christ can l)estow. There's a light which illumines and cheers The lone and the desolate place. And gilds the dai'k valley of tears With the rainbow of covenant grace. There's a strength that upholdeth the weak, There's a hand which releases the bound. There's a promise for all who would seek, There's a glory for all who have found. There's a Rock that all storms can withstand, An anchorage safe for the tossed, For the wrecked, there's a life-boat at hand, A Saviour for them that were lost. 46 BE OF GOOD CHEER, Though the harbour be hidden from sight By billows of conflict and sin, Yet the life-boat is steering aright, And will bear us triumphantly in. Thje promise hath ever sufficed, That nothing shall hurt or appall : — ■ We have ventured our all upon Christ, And shall prove Him sufficient for all. '•'Be of good clieer ; I hnve overcome the work!. "—John xvi. 33. ^^T)E of good cheer" ! — my blessed Lord ! ■^ Who art the very God of light, — I'll strive to take Thee at Thy word, And sing of morning through the night. 'Tis Thou alone canst give the "cheer," And make the fainting spirit strong ; The Lord who wept must dry the tear ; "The Man of Sorrow^s" give the song. WHOSOEVER WILL COME AFTER ME. 47 Ah me ! the lamp of faith burns dim, And midnight shades enwrap the soul ; I strive, in vain, the lamp to trim, And find no oil within the bowl. The Lord of grace fresh oil will pour, And gently fan the feeble light ; The love which quickened, will restore, And morning shall succeed to night. And when temptations darkly rise. And Satan's subtle darts are hurled, "Be of good cheer," my Lord replies, For "/ have overcome the world." "Whosoever will come after me, let hiin deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me." — Mark. viii. 34. mHE followers of the Son of God -*- Have, each a daily cross to bear ; And he who treads where Jesus trod, Must not refuse His cup to share. 48 WHOSOEVER WILL COMB AFTER ME. But sin can ne'er be crucified, By cross or suffering of our own : The cross whereon Immanuel died, Alone can win the victor's crown. We own but one Gethsemane : And tliere the debt of woe was paid ; We know but one true Calvary : And tliere was sin's atonement made. 'Tis sweet, Lord, Thy cup to share. Of true discipleship the sign ; And easy is the cross to bear, If faith beholdeth only Thine. Then grant us gi-ace to drink the cup, Whate'er that daily cup may be; And cheerfully the cross take up, And bear it meekly after Thee. WHO PASSING THROUGH THE VALLEY. 49 ' AVho passing through the valley of Baca (Old version, vale of Misery) make it a well." — Psalm Ixxxiv. 6. TT^EAR we not the vale of sadness : -■- Dread we not the place of tears ; Hidden there, are founts of gladness, Light for darkness, hope for fears. Sweetest springs of joy are welling, In that valley deep and lone ; Softest notes of praise are swelling, Mingled with affliction's tone. Though the cypress bough be dimming Many a blossom rich and bright ; Though the dirge of death be hymning Through the dwellings of delight ; Sweet with Jesus in communion, Is the bitter cup of woe : Safe with Him in holy union. Is the pathway dim and low. 50 HE BROUGHT ME TO THE BANQUETING HOUSE. Soon the night of tribulation Shall be turned to glory's day ; Soon the day-spring of salvation, Open on the tearful way. "He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love." — Cant. ii. 4. TN the wilderness Thou sought us, -*- In a land of drought and woe ; xVnd Thy guiding hand hath brought us, Where the springs of healing flow. Where Thy manna falls around us ; Where Tliy presence lights our day ; Where with mercies Thou hast crowned us ; Where our giiilt is washed away. Thou hast spread a banner o'er us, And that banner. Lord, is love ; At its sight, our foes before us, As a vanquished host remove. HOW TENDERLY TUY HAND IS LAID. 51 Thou with loving-kindness guid'st us, In Tliy tender sweet control ; To the feast which Thou provid'st us, For the healing of our soul. Ah ! the bread of life was broken, And was prest the living vine, To prepare the precious token. Saviour, that our hearts are Thine ! Lord ! what have we to bring Thee 1 — Hearts polluted, carnal, base, Yet they willing are to sing Thee, Thee ! — Thy mercies and Thy grace ! ' AVho can make that straight which God hath maclo crook- ed ? " — Ecclesiastes vii. 13. HOW tenderly Thy hand is laid, Lord, upon Thy child ! How gently is the rough wind staj^ed. When Eastern blasts are wild ! 52 HOW TENDERLY THY HAND IS LAID. So graciously our cup is crowned, And mixed with loving care, The drops of bitterness are found The best ingredient there. The flame that should our dross destroy, So tempered is by Thee, Instead of pain, — a place o^ Joy, The furnace proves to be. Though every earthly lamp may fade. We count the darkness sweet ; For in the gloom, and in the shade, Our Savioui''s steps we meet. Father ! we will ask Thee not. In blessing, to remove The crook that marks our mortal lot. But point it udth Thy love ! WITHOUT MONEY AND WITHOUT PRICE. 53 "Without money and without price." — Isa. Iv. 1. f\ii fount of gi'ace that runneth o'er, So full, so vast, so free ! Are no7ie too worthless, 7io)ie too poor, To come and take of Thee ] We come, Lord, with empty hand, Yet turn us not away ; — For grace hath nothing to demand. And suppliants nought to pay. 'Tis ours to ask and to receive ; — To take, — and not to buy : Tis Thine, — in sovereign grace to give. Yea, — give abundantly ! And thus, in simple faith we dare Our empty urn to bring : Oh nerve the feeble hand of prayer, To dip it in the Spring ! 54 WHY STANDEST THOU AFAR OFF. "Why stanclest Thoii afar off, Lord ? why liidest Thou Thy- seK in time of trouble ?" — Psalm x. 1. T ORD ! we kuow that Thou art near us, Though Thou seem to hide Thy face ; And are sure that Thou dost hear us, Though no answer we embrace. Not one promise shall miscarry ; Not one blessing come too late : Though the vision long may tarry, Give us patience, Lord, to wait. \\hile withholding, Thou art giving, In Thine own appointed way ; And while ivaiting, we're receiving Blessings suited to our day. Oh the wondrous loving kindness. Planning, — working oiit of sight ! Bearing with us in our blindness ! Out of darkness bringing lif^ht. PEACE BE STILL. 55 Weaving blessiugs out of trials ; Out of grief evolving bliss ; Answering prayer by wise denials. When Thy children ask amiss ! And when faith shall end in vision, And when prayer is lost in praise ; Then shall love in full fruition, Justify Thy secret ways. "Peace, be still."— Mark iv. 39. /^NE word from Thee my Saviour, ^ Would hush the storm to rest ; And calm the rolling waves that sweep Across this troubled breast. One look would pour down sunshine Upon the midnight deep ; I know Thou art on board my barque, And yet Thou seem'st to sleep. 56 PEACE BE STILL, I hear the surghig billows ! The ship begins to fill I And yet I hear no loving voice Which speaketh, "Peace be still." When, when wilt Thou awaken And smooth the troubled wave ? Oh car'st Thou not ! — we perish, Lord, Unless Thou rise and save. Yet midst the toss and tumult, I clasp a saving arm ; And, clinging to its strength, the storm Is safer than the calm ! No barque hath ever foundered With such a Friend on board. No soul was ever cast away With such a Saviour Lord ! — s-o^-^^E^^K — • ONE TOUCH FROM THEE. 57 "Lord, behold, he whom Thou lovest is sick." — John xi. 3. /^NE touch from Thee — the Healer of diseases ; ^^ One little touch would make our brother whole ; And yet Thou comest not ; — blessed Jesus ! Send a swift answer to our waiting soul. Full many a message have we sent, and pleaded, That Thou wouldst haste Thy coming, gracious Lord ; Each message was received, and heard, and heeded, And yet we welcome no responsive word. We know that Thou art blessing, whilst withholding ; We know that Thou art near us, though apart ; And though we list no answer, Thou art folding, Our poor petitions to Thy smitten heart. A bright and glorious answer is preparing, Hid in the heights of love — the depths of grace ; We know that Thou, the Risen, still art bearing, Our cause as Thine within the holy place. E 58 OH JESUS ! OUR SAVIOUR. And so we trust our pleadings to Thy keeping ; So at Thy feet we lay our burden down ; Content to bear the earthly cross, with weeping, Till at Thy feet we cast the heavenly crown. f\E Jesus! our Saviour, ^ Our Brother and Friend, Whose love and whose favour Will last to the end ; Our rest is before us. Though still out of sight, And Thy promise waves o'er us, A banner of light ! Though the wilderness journey Bo rough to our feet, Thougli the pathway be thorny, The prospect is sweet. OH JESUS ! OUR SAVIOUR. 59 The brooks that are flowing Be sweet to the taste ; And blossoms are blowing To gladden the waste. When briars entangle The footsteps forlorn, There's a dew-drop to spangle The point of each thorn ; Though the foot of the weary May smart with the wound, The Healer is near me. The balsam is found ! Ah ! why should I waver Thy call to obey, Since Thou, our own Saviour, Hast marked out the way 1 A Pilgrim and Stranger Our cross hast Thou borne, And vanquished each danger, And blunted each thorn. 60 GIVE TO THE LORD THY HEART. The cross Thou hast suftered Hath won us the day ; The grace Thou hast proffered Will lighten our way ; The pathway grows clearer, The light shineth through ; The rest draweth nearer, The Home is in view. n IVE to the Lord thy heart ! ^ Bring joyfully the silver and the gold : The rich are they who keep not back a part ; The glad, the full, are those who ne'er withhold. Give to the Lord thy heart ! Its morning fragrance, and its noontide might, And evening dews. — All that thou hast and art, Are but the Lord's, by purchase and by right. Give to the Lord thy heart ! Bring a whole offering — worthless though it be ; LET NOT TOUR HEART BE TROUBLED. 61 The love which took thy cross, and bore its smart, Paid the full price, ransomed one, for thee ! "Let not your heart be troubled." — John xiv. 1. f\H. Saviour ! could we but believe, ^ In simple, child-like faith ; And in confiding love receive, All that the Scripture saith ; Ah then, in every grief and care. Our souls would cling to Thee ; And looking at Thy cross, lay there, All our infirmity ! Our hearts are troubled, — yet Thy Word Hath said "be not afraid," Because on Thee, Almighty Lord ! Sufficient help is laid. "Oh be not troubled, — let your heart Cast all its care on me ; For I have borne affliction's part, For you on Calvary." 62 LORD JESUS ! WE CONSTRAIN THEE. Dear Sou of Man ! we hear Thy voice, We recognize Thy love, And yet we only half rejoice, Nor all Thy blessings prove. The Holy Spirit, in our breast, Alone Thy words must trace ; By Him, let them be imprest, In characters of grace. • And He made as though He would have gone further. But the}- consti'ained Him, sajdng, Abide with us." — Lukexxiv. 28, 29. T ORD Jesus ! we constrain Thee, -* By prayer, and tear, and sigh. Abide with us this eventide. And do not pass us by ! For very urgent is the need Whicli craves Thy sympathy. LORD JESUS ! WE CONSTRAIX THEE. 63 We have our poor and hungered, Who faint for lack of bread : — Dear Lord ! we have our sick and weak, Our dying — and our dead : — Our sorrowing ones who wait for Tbee Ere tbey be comforted. We have our young light-hearted, Who need Thy sweet control : We have our bruised and broken reeds ; And Thou canst make them whole. Thy hand must raise the drooping ones. And ease the burdened soul. Lord Jesus ! we constrain Thee, Thy presence to bestow. By all Thy boundless heights of love, And all our depths of woe I Our prayers shall hold Thee by the feet, And will not let Thee go. 64- LORD ! I COMB TO THEE. "Come unto me."— Matt. xi. 28. T ORD ! I come to Thee for pardon ; Though with anxious halting mind And I find the pardon waiting, — Ready sealed — and ready signed. Lord ! I come to Thee for clothing ; Goodly raiment I have none ; And I find "the Best Robe" ready ; — Counted as the sinner's own ! Lord ! I come, athirst and huugred, A poor beggar at Thy board : And I find the bread is broken, And the wine already poured. Still I come for daily cleansing ; Still to take the lowest seat ; — And I find Thee ready girded, Washing the disciple's feet. LOOKING UNTO JESUS. 65 Still I come, — weak, needy, -worthless. Bringing nothing in return ; — And I find in Thee a fulness, Which o'erflows my empty urn. "Grace for grace" invites my coming. Hour by hour, and day by day ; — I should pine, and faint, and perish, If I dared to stay away. 'Looking unto Jesus." — Heb. xii. 2. " T OOKING unto Jesus," ^ With the eye of Mth, Telling Him our troubles, Hearing what He saith ; — Like the day-spring stealing Through the shades of night. Silently it turueth Darkness into light ! 66 LOOKING UNTO JESUS. "Looking unto Jesus," In that sweet accord, Knitting the disciple To the absent Lord : — To our soul's complainings, Jesus giveth heed ; Pouring out His fulness Over all our need. "Looking unto Jesus," In the stormy day, 'Tis His gracious Spirit Cheers us on our way ! Looking still to Jesus When the storms retreat, 'Tis His wing which shelters From the noontide heat I "Looking unto Jesus," From the bed of pain ; As a suffering brother, Jesus will sustain. WHOSE HEART THE LORD OPENED. 67 Looking still to Jesus, In the hour of death, Lo ! "the everlasting Arms are underneath." When the disembodied In His presence stands ; Sees her name imprinted On His wounded hands ; Reads her blood-bought title, On His breast engraven ; "Looking unto Jesus, Opes the gate of Heaven ! ' Whose heart the Lord opened." — Acts xvi. 1 i. E cannot see the wondrous hand That makes the budding flower expand — One sunbeam's kiss, — one dew-drop's fall, May open wide its coronal ; And every folded petal part, That noon's full tide may reach its heart. 68 WHOSE HEART THE LORD OPEXED. And yet the hand that drops the dew, Is shaded from our finite view ; And He who guides the ray of light, Is hidden from our mortal sight. We see not, — but we own the power, That makes tlie bud become the flower. Oh Lord ! Thy hand alone can part, The shadows that enfold man's heart ; Thy Holy Spirit's quickening bi'eath, Can vivify the germ of faith ; Thy Word can cause the bud to grow ; Thy touch can make the flower to blow. To Thee our infant flowers we bring : — (Our buds, — so slow in opening !) — Perchance, within the folded cup, The germ of life is treasured up : — We bring them, Lord, to crave Thy aid, To that dear "place where prayer is made." One gracious drop of heavenly dew. May bring the hidden life to view : OH THE WONDROUS GRACE. 69 One touch of love the leaves um-oil, And shed Truth's noontide o'er the soul ; And thus, by sweet degrees, transmute The open blossom into fruit ! 'Go after that which is lost." — Luke xv. 4. /~\H the wondrous grace that seeks " For the sheep that goes astray ! Oh the loving voice that speaks To the wildered, — "Come away" ! Oh the tenderness that spares All upbraiding, — 'all rebuke ! Oh that pitying eye which bears Pardon in each piercing look ! And that melting word which brings Tears without, — yet peace within !- "I have healed thy wanderings " ! "I have put away thy sin " ! THE PRODIGAL SON. Never had the wanderer known, Where to find the fold-ward track ; Till the Shepherd sought His owri, Found it, — called it, — brought it back Laid it on His faithful breast, Closed its wounds with healing art, Shewed its worthless name irnpress'd, On the tablet of His heart 1 Saviour — Shepherd ! may the §Tace That hath ransomed and restored, Make the chosen, choose Thy ways : Draw the saved to serve the Lord I THE PRODIGAL SON. The Recall. 4 SPELL of love passed o'er him, — he awoke, -^ Not as the babe awaketh with the kiss Of his fond mother : — he had borne the yoke, The grievous yoke of sin : — his early bliss, THE PRODIGAL SON. 71 Seemed like some broken uru, yet fragrant still, Though marr'd and stained with overmastering ill. A spell of love hath found him ; — though afar In desert countries, he had wandered long. Until had waned, and set his guiding star, And Satan's bands resistless seemed, and strong ; Yet hath a dream of gentle lustre broke. Through the dull sleep of sin, — and he awoke. He communed with the love of early years ; He talked with memories all seared and pale : 'twas a spell of love ! — no boding fears, But thoughts all fitted for the poor and frail Came over him, and graciously recall "His Father's house," to the lost Prodigal. "His Father's house," of tenderness and love ; His Father s board, of bountiful supply ; There are his hirelings cared for, — whilst I rove A son^ — yet groaning in my penury : — 1 will arise and seek my Father's face ; And the poor sinner rose, — a child of grace ! THE PRODIGAL SON. God of all grace ! — still winniug be the spell, Which draws the sinner from the paths of death ; Opening in desert lands a gushing well, Of holy memories, in living faith. call each Prodigal where'er he rove, With thougrhts of home, and of his Father's love. THE PRODIGAL SON. The Eeturn. r\ OD'S thouglits are not as ours ! — we gird our breast ^ With the cold iron of complacent pride ; Our charities and kindness are comprest With earth's hard bands, that check our love's soft tide. And we to sinners sa}^ with scornful bruw, Stand off, "for I am holier than thou" ! Oh ! 'tis not thus with God. — His arms of love Yearn for the thankless Prodigal's embrace ; He sees him yet afar, — He longs to prove His love, and pity, and forgiving grace ;— OH ! IT IS SWEET. 73 The Holy Dove spreads soft His peaceful wings, And joy in heaven, tunes high the seraph's strings. The Father sees, while yet afar, the Son : — Waits He to mark the bitter tear-drop fall 1 — Waits He the words of grief in pleading tone 1 No ! He whose grace hath turned the Prodigal, Runs to embrace him, though the sordid dress Of sin, still marked the sinner's faithlessness. Bring forth the robe of beauty and of light, The robe all woven without seam or stain ; Bring forth the I'ing of covenanted right. And let the sacrifice for praise be slain : — Joy for the wandering sinner's sweet recall, — The lost and found, — the contrite Prodigal ! "Doubtless Thou art our Father." — Isaiah Ixiii. 16. jAH ! it is sweet to turn to Thee, ^ And call Thee " Father," though my name. Disowned, rejected, scorned may be, By all whose fellowship I claim. F 74 OH ! IT IS SWEET. Yes ! Thou art mine, though all beside, Their smile of love shall turn away : — Jesus alone doth know His bride, And He will be her light and stay. Though Abraham shall own me not, And Jacob shall refuse my plea. Yet, Saviour, I distrust Thee not. Since I am owned and loved by Thee. When Jesus shall His bride declare. And she shall know Him, face to face, Then many a jewel, bright and rare. By men disowned, her crowu shall grace. It is enough ! — Thy voice shall still Each whispering sigh, to peace and rest ; And Thou,— Beloved One,— Thou shalt fill Each shrine of love within my breast. I cannot doubt Thy changeless word. Though all shall doubt of it beside ; I'll call Thee mine, — my Love, — my Lord, Till in Thy bosom I abide ! A CALL OF WARNING. 75 " Ephraim, wliat shall I do unto thee ? Judah, what shall I do unto thee ? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goeth away." — Hosea vi. 4. "How shall I give thee up, Ephraim ?" — Hosea xi. 8. A CALL of warning — yet of love, -^ Of judgment — yet of peace, a voice ! It speaks to sinners from above. And bids them tremble, yet x-ejoice. listen to the pleading voice ! Israel, thou art an empty vine ; And Ephraim maketh lies his choice, But turn ye — ye shall yet be mine ! How can I give thee up 1 — I led My trembling child from Egypt's land ; And in the dreary desert fed My son, as with a Father's hand. 76 A CALL OF WARNING. I taught him also how to go, I led him gently on his way, Shewed him where healing waters flow, And where the manna round him lay. Yet knew he not the hand that healed, Nor knew the guiding Pillar's name, Nor who the pleasant brooks revealed, Nor who his Comforter became. His goodness was a morning cloud, And as the early dew his grace ; His knee to idols he hath bowed. And worshipped others in my place. What shall I do to thee, my son 1 Thou art an empty, worthless vine ; Tliy fruit is to thyself alone, But turn thee — thou shalt yet be mine. Ephraim ! I cannot give thee up ; For thee the thorn, the nail I bore, For thee I drained afiGiiction's cup, And thou art mine for ever more ! Mine anger have I turned from thee, And thy transgressions all have healed ; THE TEARS OF JESUS. 77 Aud loved thee with a love so free, That thou thy grateful heart shall yield : Aud thou shalt say, — "What do I more With idols 1 — I am God's own child ; My faithless wauderings now are o'er, Because through Christ I'm reconciled." THE TEARS OF JESUS. TTE wept ! whence flowed that mortal tear 1 -*-■*- He is the Lord of joy and light, The Soother of each grief and fear, The Day-star of the Christian's night ; — And yet He weeps ! wherefore flow Those tears of mortal grief and woe 1 The moiirner knows why Jesus wept ; He knows that tear-di'op's holy well; Knows why the chords of grief were swept, And why such sighs His- bosom swell. — Joy stead of sorrow ! light for gloom ! Since Jesus w^ept by Lazarus' tomb. 78 THE TEARS OF JE8U8. Behold how Jesus loves ! His heart Hath shared our sorrow and our strife ; His sympathy hath taken part In all the burden of our life. We thank Thee, Saviour, for the sigh, And tender tear of sympathy. The sinner knows why Jesus wept ; When, one by one, in dark ari'ay, From hiding places where they slept, Remembered not till washed away. His sins in all their hateful light. Are brought before his spirit's sight. He loves each bitter tear to count, Which fell from Christ, the Man of Grief, O'er Zion, His beloved mount, j For mortal sin and unbelief ! I He loves such tear-drops, for they prove The shoreless depths of Jesus' love. Because He wept, — the oil of joy, Instead of tears, shall overflow ; And praise shall be our sweet employ, And robes of light, instead of woe. THANKSGIVING FOR THE HARVEST. 79 Shall be our dress ! and chords be swept, In thankful strains, — si7ice Jesus tvept. THANKSGIVING FOR THE HARVEST. T^OR the sunshine and the rain, -*- For the dew and for the shower, For the yellow, ripened grain, And the golden harvest hour, We bless Thee, our God ! For the heat and for the shade, For the gladness and the grief, For the tender, sprouting blade. And for the nodding sheaf. We bless Tliee, our God ! For the hope and for the fear. For the storm and for the peace, For the trembling and the cheer, And for the glad increase. We bless Thee, our God ! 80 MARY, THE SISTER OF LAZARUS. Our hands have tilled the sod, And the torpid seed have sown ; But the quickening was of God, And the praise be His alone. We bless Thee, our God ! For the sunshine and the shower, For the dew and for the rain. For the golden harvest hour. And for the garnered grain, We bless Thee, our God ! MARY, THE SISTER OF LAZARUS. QHE chose the footstool of her Lord, ^ It "was a precious choice ! For there she listened to His word, And heard His saving voice. The business of the passing scene, To her brought no employ ; No thought less holy came between Her soul, and its one joy ! MARY, THE SISTER OF LAZARUS. 81 She sat, e'en like some lowly flower, Opening its trembling crest. Upturning, that the sunbeam's power May on its petals rest. xYnd she was raised up, — her Lord Said of that lowly heart, That she hath chosen, in His word, The sm-e and better part. Oh Saviour ! still on earth we meet. Thy Spirit and Thy voice ; Place us, like Mary, at Thy feet, Give us her better choice ! ■^<>^^SE!^&^f^ — • 82 OH HOLY SPIRIT. HYMN. Third hour of the Sabbath. — St. Ambrose. f\ii Holy Spirit, who art one ^ With God the Father, God the Son ; For the dear sake of Him who died, Let not my prayer be turned aside, But answer it, Holy Dove, By breathing o'er my soul His love. Oft as my feet approach Thy shrine, Upon my heart's affection's shine ; And as my lips Thy praises sing, consecrate the offering ; And let Thy sanctifying grace Make my whole soul Thy dwelling place ! My Father, hallowed be Thy name ; — And glory be to Him who came To take my flesh, and bear my load, And lead the sinner back to God : — And be the psalm of praise to Thee, Great Paraclete, eternally. CK.>»4O0 O HOLT SPIRIT ! FROM ABOVE. 83 MATIN HYMN. From the Latin. r\ HOLY Spirit ! from above ^^ Thy lucid waters turn, And fill with sweet supplies of love, Our heart's most secret urn, may those holy links which bind The Father to the Sou, Around His children be entwined, And knit their hearts in one. For ever tune the holy song Of praise to God above. And let eternity prolong The hymn-notes of our love. 84 MORNING HYMN. MORNING HYMN St. Ambrose. mHOU brightness of Thy Father's face, -*- Shining with uncreated light, Eternal fount of life and grace, — Day of our day, — Star of our night. Sun ! pouring a celestial stream Of life and beauty on our head ; Oh let the Holy Spirit's beam In answer to Thy prayer be shed ! Father of Grace ! — to Thee we call. Because we walk in slippeiy ways, Hold and preserve us lest we fall. And cheer the faint to sing Thy praise. No strength have we to do Thy will, Except as Thou confirm our heart ; Say to opposing waves, be still ; Say to assaulting fears, depart. MORNING HYMN. 85 The heart which Thou hast purchased, guide ; The spirit Thou hast saved, control ; Exalt the faith which justified ; And sanctify the trusting soul. Jesus ! our bread from heaven art Thou ; — The crystal river, at whose brink The tree of life extends its bough, To shelter those who stoop to drink. With lowliness our moi'ning hours, With faith our brightening noontide, crown ; And, wreathed with gratitude's sweet flowers, Grant that our hours of eve go down. And when to this dim changeful day, Our souls have bade a calm farewell, Then, Saviour ! at Thy feet we'll lay Our fadeless crown of Asphodel ! (r- ''T)3~^ 86 CHURCH OF CHRIST. CHURCH OF CHRIST. From the Latin. /^HURCH of Christ ! — a glorious name ^ Jesus hath assigned to thee ; Spouse, to Him, the spotless Lamb, Slain for thee on Calvary I Gird thee ; — 'tis the battle field, Yet, take the lyre of praise ; 'Tis the hour for sword and shield, 'Tis the hour for holy lays. Now behold the virgin's Son, He hath taught thee how to sing, Be thy song of Him alone. Who hath tuned thy spirit's string. Once He bowed His head and died, Now from death He sets thee free ; Now He decks Thee as His bride, Now He joins Himself to thee. CHURCH OF CHRIST. 87 List ! a new and holy song Echoes through the courts above, Seraph lyres the psalm prolong, In a thousand notes of love. Princes of the heavenly choir, Judges now of Israel ; Thy apostles tune their lyre. And the notes of glory swell. See thy martyrs purified By the blood their Master shed : Living now because He died, Dying once because He bled. See believers of each age, Who in faith their pathway trod. Enter on that heritage Purchased for them by their God. This their glorious song alone. This, through all eternity : "Glory to the Three in One, Who from death hath made us free. WITH PRAYER AND PRAISE. Faint, Lord, our service now, Whilst within this earthly shrine ; "When before Thy throne we bow. Then our glory shall be Thine !" ADVENT HYMN. From the Latin. TTTITH prayer and praise in sweet accord, ^ We wait Thy coming, gi-acious Lord ! And cheer, with holy psalm and Hymn, This mortal night, so long and dim. Incarnate God ! who deigned to rest, A lowly babe on mortal breast ; The servant's yoke was laid on Thee, That Thou might'st set the bondmen free. Awake Zion ! and confess The Saviour in His lowliness ; While yet the weak and humble One, Speaks peace in i*econciling tone. O THOU ! WHOSE GLORY. 89 For soon shall thy incarnate Lord, Draw from its sheath the glittering sword ; And from the mercy-seat come down, With trumpet's shont, and Victor's crown. That day is near : — the shades of night Are touched by morning's rapid light : The watchers on the tower proclaim, The coming Bridegroom's glorious name. VESPER HYMN. From the latin. f\ THOU ! whose glory and eternal grace, ^^ Encircle Thee, as with a robe of light ; Before whose presence, angels veil their face. Bathed though they be in Zion's fountains bright. Such brightness is not mine, the clouds of gloom, Shut out its radience from my mortal soul ; And only through the portals of the tomb, Bright visions of eternal glory roll. 90 O THOU ! AYHOSE GLORY. The brightest star upon the brow of night, Scarce shadows forth the gladness of that day, Which pours a flood of glory and of light, E'en through the darkness of my earthly way. day of gladness, wherefore lingerest thou 1 Too long is thy uprising dawn delayed ; Shine on me, Guest desired ! and now, e'en now. Dissolve this frame, and pierce this mortal shade. My God ! shake off these fetters, they are chains "Which hold my soul from communing with Thee ; 1 cannot praise Thee now in love's own strains, And yet I love Thee ! — Father, set me free ! Yet 'tis enough ! — Father, — Spirit, — Son, Thou art enough, both now and evermore : Come when Thou wilt, — Thy holy will be done, And when Thou wilt, eternal day-light pour. — ^°<>s>>]i:<-^^o^ — O LORD OP LIGHT I 91 VESPER HYMN. ^ From the Lcdin of St. Gregory. f\ LORD of light ! Thou who didst lead the day, ^ In glory o'er the new-created earth ; Thou who sent forth the sun's refulgent ray, And called, in beauty, each young floweret forth. Past are the hours that link the morn to eve ; And night approaches with her shadowy train ; To Thee, Father ! still our spirits cleave, And breathe to Thee our vesper prayer again. This load of sin, — let it not exile, Our hearts from Thee, and from Thy song of praise ; But let the blessing of a Saviour's smile. Our soiil from self, aud earthly passions raise. Heavenward, still heavenward, may our spirits press. For there our ti-easure is enshrined in Thee ; Oh ! take away all our unrighteousness. And make each child of Thy salvation free. 92 HYMN. Praises to Thee, Father, evermore ; And equal praises be unto the Son ; Thou Holy Spirit, likewise we adore, And glorify the eternal Three in One ! HYMN. From the Latin. QINCE the earth in beauty rose, ^ At Thy living word of might. Thou hast been the fount whence flows. Every streamlet of delight. Hope, — a bright refulgent tide ; Faith, — a calm and shoreless river ; Love, — whose waters shall abide. Fathomless and pure for ever I When we fold our weary wing, In one Sabbath of repose ; Wc shall taste of Thee, the Spring, Whence each holy blessing flows. MORNING HYMN. 93 Worn with toil we scatter here Seeds of sorrow and distress ; There we reap in golden ear Fruits of Jesus' righteousness. Great Jehovah ! Three in One, Give us gifts, Thyself the best ; Make us holy in the Sou, Bless usj and we shall be blest ! MORNING H Y jSI N , From the Latin of St. Ambrose. "VrOW at the dawn of early day, ^^ While golden sunlight drinks the dew, Lord ! we, Thy children, humbly pray. That grace, — Thy grace, each morning new ; May, in a stream of light divine, Upon our daily pathway shine. 94r MORNING HYMN. Oh ! keep our lijis from words of sin, And keep our hands from evil stain, And sanctify a shrine within, That o'er each thought, Thy truth may reign ; And love, within our hearts be set, A jewel from Thy coronet. And, as the hours of daylight roll. Near us, our Saviour, may'st Thou be ; Keeping Thy vigil o'er our soul, A stronger than the enemy : O'er every feeling, every sense, Extend a hallowed influence. Dear Lord ! subservient to Thy praise. Be every duty, every toil ; If any harvest we would raise, Thyself must fructify the soil : The root, the blossom. Thine alone ; Lord ! take the fruit, it is Thine own. Our hearts are carnal we confess ; But if Thine image Thou retrace, The haughty thought Thou wilt repress. And raise and pm'ify the base. innocent's day. 95 How sweet, Lord ! if blest by Thee, The cup, the scrip of poverty. Be Thou, our Father, glorified. For endless praise is due to Thee ! And glory be to Him who died. And captive led captivity : And everlasting praises sweet, Be unto Thee, Great Paraclete. -0- INNOCENT'S DAY. Hymn from the Latin. TTAIL ! ye lovely, early flowers -■-*■ Of salvation's dawning hours ! Rose-buds of the Saviour's crown, By the scythe of death cut down ! Lambs appointed for the death ! Firstlings of ovir precious faith ! With the palm, the cx'own, and song, Ye have joined salvation's throng. 96 DOTH OUK LAMP OF FAITH BURN PALE ? Yet is guarded Jesse's Stem From the sword of Bethlehem ! Sheath the brand ! — the work is done. And is spared the Virgin's Son ! Thus of old, when slaughter fell On the babes of Israel, One was spared who saw from far, Zion's King, and Jacob's Star ! To the Branch of Jesse's Stem, To the Babe of Bethlehem, To the Godhead we will raise Songs of gloiy and of praise ! "And Thou slialt command the children of Israel, that they bring thee pure oil-olive beaten for the light, to cause the lamp to bum always." — Exodus sxvii. 20, D OTH our lamp of faith bum pale ? Trembling, flickering, gleam its light ? DOTH OUR LAMP OF FAITH BURN PALE ? D7 Seems its bowl of oil to fail, Midst the shadows of our night ? Bear we then our empty urn, — On uplifted hands of prayer. If perchance the Lord will turn New supplies in bounty there ! May the Holy Spirit pour Purest Oil of Olive, prest From the trees that shadow o'er, Ancient Olivet's calm crest ! Where the Saviour wept and prayed, There the olive knows no blight ; Nourished thus shall never fade. Lamp of faith, thy tranquil light. 98 LENT. LENT, TPIS not the season for the festal board, -■- Not for the wine-cup, or the Minstrel's tone ; But to hold watch with Thee, — dear tempted Lord, In the dark desert, friendless, and alone. Where are Thy glory and creative might ] Where is Thy Kingly, and eternal power 1 Thou hast put off Thy radiance and Thy light, To wi-estle with the foe in satan's hour. Day after day, the fervid suns decline, Night after night, the heavy dews descend ; Rest is for every weary brow but Thine, Dear lonely One, — the tempted sinner's Friend. To cool Thy parched lip, no gushing rill, No bread Thy mortal hunger to assuage : But Thou wast willing and obedient still, The bitter warfare — yet prolonged, to wage. GOU'S CHILDREN LOVE THE VESPERTIDE. 99 Dear tempted Friend of sinners ! even here Our pledge of conquest over sin we bless ; Friend of the tempted ! we in faith draw near, To commune with Thee in the wilderness. VESPEKTIBE /^OD'S children love the vespertide ! ^ They love the hush of day, When sunlight from the mountain side, Steals soft and calm away ; — Then they for whom the Saviour died, Do lowly bend and pray ! God's children love the daylight's close, When evening dews distil : — Then comes the breath of Sharon's rose, From Carmel's holy hill ! Then Shiloh's brook serenely flows ; — Then e:ushea Kedron's rill ! 100 god's children love the vespertide. At^vespertide the sacred Dove Spreads soft His silvery -wings, And whispered messages of love To God's elect He brings ; — Their sighs and prayers He wafts above, And holy communings. Then burns the lamp of God's own Word, Lit with the Spirit's flame ; And souls discern their risen Lord, Beneath a Brother's name : — And thoughts of tenderness are stirred In the believer's frame. God's children love the vespertide ; They love the hush of even, When they for whom a Saviour died, Hold communings with heaven : — Lord ! to Thy children far and wide, let this love be given ! BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD. 101 'Behold the Lamb of God." — John i. 29. A MIDST my gladness and my tears, -^^ Amidst my hopes, my doubts, my^fears, Amidst temptation's dark array, One passage is my spirit's stay, — "Behold the Lamb of God" ! Oh ! who can read that blissful word, And not look upward to their Lord, And, in that one bright view, declare I am to heavenly bliss an heir, Through Christ, "the Lamb of God" ? Oh ! who can feel the weight of sin. And nurture grief and doubt witliin, Or fold the sackcloth o'er the breast, When once the spirit hath confest, "Behold the Lamb of God" ? 102 AMIDST MY GLADNESS. Oh ! who the -ways of sm can love, And who, in worldly paths can rove, And who can sing the songs of earth, Since once the message hath gone forth, "Behold the Lamb of God?" Oh ! who can dread the hour of pain, Or hate the grave's mysterious reign, Or say of death, "Its sting I fear," Since he hath seen approaching near The Lamb,— "the Lamb of God" ? Oh ! who can shrink in dark dismay. From terrors of the judgment day. And not look upwards to the throne, And see an advocate thereon, The Christ,— "the Lamb of God" 1 Oh ! Avho can join the heavenly choir, And tunc to harmony his lyre, L'nless he learn, on earth, the strain, Of "Glory to the Lamb once slain," The Lamb,— "the Lamb of God" ? CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN. 103 CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN. 'Suffer little children to come unto me." — Matt. six. 14. 'rpiS sweet to think of those -*■ Whom Christ my Saviour blest :- And I may now, like them, repose, Upon that Saviour's breast j For He is calling to His fold, All little children as of old. Not more secure are they, Who in His presence were. Than such as now His call obey, And come to Him in prayer : His arms are spread, — His voice of love Sends blessina;s from His throne above. 104 THE SURE REFUGE. As ready now to hear, As gentle and as good, As when a Pilgrim in this sphere, Amongst His own He stood, Healing the sick, and pitying all, Who ou His name in foith did call. Jesus ! I come to Thee, A blessing to receive ; I would that this Thy blessing be, A spirit to believe : — Then shall I lean upon Thy breast. With those whom Thou of old hast blest. THE SURE REFUQE. "Trust in Him at all times." — Psalm Ixii. S. r\H ! I know the hand that is guiding me, ^ Through the shadow to the light ; And I know that all betiding me Is meted out aright. THE SURE REFUGE. 105 I know that the thorny path I tread Is ruled with a golden line ; And I know that the darker life's tangled thread, The brighter the rich design. When faints and fails each wilderness hope, And the lamp of faith burns dim, Oh ! I know where to find the honey-drop — On the bitter chalice brim. For I see, though veiled from my mortal sight, God's plan is all complete ; Though the darkness at present be not light, And the bitter be not sweet. I can wait till the day-spring shall overflow The night of pain and cai'e ; For I know there's a blessing for every woe, A promise for every prayer. Yes, I feel that the Hand which is holding me, Will ever hold me fast ; And the strength of the Arms that are folding me. Will keep me to the last. Oi^c^ 106 WHAT THEN WHAT THEN? "IITHAT then ? Why then another pilgiim song ; ' ' And then a hush of rest divinely granted ; And then a thirsty stage, (Ah me, so long !) And then a brook, just where it most is wanted. What then ] The pitching of the evening tent ; And then, perchance, a pillow rough and thorny ; And then some sweet and tender message, sent To cheer the faint one for to-morrow's journey. 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