THE UNIVERSITY PT OF ILLINOIS Open LIBRARY Ar a ca. more fictic takei Af book may libra Ar ing ! 245 B642h I664 if th curring a fine may draw once; after that, library privileges will be suspended. Art. 10.—Books are not to be exchanged oftener than once in three days. The person charging this material is re¬ sponsible for its return to the library from which it was withdrawn on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Theft, mutilation, and underlining of books are reasons for disciplinary action and may result in dismissal from the University. To renew call Telephone Center, 333-8400 UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBAN*-CHAMPAIGN SEP 0 3 m AUG 2 8 1! L161—0-1096 / f 0 m s t ✓ 7 HYMNS OF FAITH i AND II 0 P E. B Y EORATIUS BONAR, D.D., KELSO, ACTHOH OF THE “NIGHT OF WEEPING,” “THE MOENING OF JOY,” ETC. NEW YORK: ROBERT CARTER & BROTHERS, N 530 BKOADWA Y. 1864. ijOifimUl Airl 1 . . v / -2 (/) til <3"- (H XS) s € a n 1 1 n t s. DIVINE ORDER.. LEFT BEHIND. THE MEETING-PLACE. A STRANGER HERE. OCEAN TEACHINGS. NO MORE SEA. THE CHANGE. THE CLOUDLESS. THE HOME SICKNESS. THE LAND OF LIGHT. THE SEEN AND THE UNSEEN. . ADVENT. DAWN. RETURN UNTO THY REST. THE MORNING STAR. THINGS HOPED FOR. THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE. HORA NOVISSIMA. THE NIGHT COMETH. THE DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON, REST YONDER. HOW LONG !. A LITTLE WHILE. NOT VERY FAR. THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL . 9 11 13 16 20 22 24 26 28 31 33 39 41 43 46 47 50 63 56 58 63 64 66 69 71 601369 VI CONTENTS PACK OUR ONE LIFE. 74 TOE CONSOLATION. 76 THE REAL. 78 NOT HERE. 80 NOT NOW. 81 LIGHT’S TEACHINGS. 82 EARTH’S BEAUTY. 86 THE NIGHT AND THE MORNING. 87 HOPE OF DAY.. . 88 DAY-SPRING. 91 DUST TO DUST. 94 ARISE AND DEPART. 97 THE KINGDOM. 100 NEWLY FALLEN ASLEEP. 102 THE FLESH RESTING IN HOPE. 107 REST. 110 A PILGRIM'S SONG. 112 QUIS SEPARABIT. 115 FAR BETTER. 117 WANDERING DOWN. 119 THE ROD... 122 STRENGTH BY THE WAY. 127 THE FEAST.. 128 THE STRANGER SEA-BIRD. 129 HOPE DEFERRED. 132 THE BLANK. 135 THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED. 136 THE LITTLE FLOCK. 138 THE NAME OF NAMES. 141 MINE AND THINE. 144 ABIDE IN HIM. 145 THE BELOVED SON. 147 THE SIN-BEARER. ... . 149 CONTENTS Yll PAG3 THE SUBSTITUTE. 152 LOST BUT FOUND. .. . . 154 THE WORD MADE FLESH... 156 THE DARKNESS AND THE LIGHT. 158 THE VOICE FROM GALILEE. 159 A BETHLEHEM HYMN. 160 THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME. 162 CHRIST OUR PEACE. 164 GOD’S ISRAEL. 166 THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS. 167 CHILD’S PRAYER.. 168 CHILD’S MORNING HYMN. 169 TO M. L. B. 171 THE TWO ERAS OF THE LAND. 173 MARTYR’S HYMN. 176 SURSUM CORD A. 178 THE REST-DAY. 179 THE INNER CALM. 181 THE DISBURDENING. 183 COMPANIONSHIP. 185 THE HEAVENLY SOWING. 186 DISAPPOINTMENT. 188 THE TIME TO MEET. 190 GONE BEFORE. 192 THE ELDER BROTHER. 194 LIFE FROM THE DEAD. 196 EVER NEAR. 197 IT IS FINISHED. 198 PRESS ON. 200 LAUS DEO. 202 CREATION. 203 DESERT LILIES. 207 SUMMER GLADNESS. 210 CONTENTS V1U PAQ» THE FRIEND. 212 THE BLANK. 214 CHOOSE WELL. 216 ’TWAS I THAT DID IT. 217 THE USEFUL LIFE. 219 PASSING THROUGH. 221 FORWARD. 223 NOTHING BETWEEN. 226 FOLLOW THOU ME. 228 VANITY. 230 MACHPELAH. 232 OLD WORDS. 234 THE OLD JEW ON MOUNT MORIAH. 237 THE SHEPHERDS’ PLAIN.*. 240 COME, LORD... 246 THY WAY, NOT MINE. 249 ALLELUIA. 251 LIVE. 253 THE MARTYR’S GRAVE. 255 ALL WELL. 258 LINKS. 259 THE RESURRECTION OF THE JUST. 262 THE PRAYER. 263 THE CITY. . .. 265 HYMNS OF FAITH AND HOPE. DIVINE ORDER. ’Tis first the true and then the beautiful, Not first the beautiful and then the true; First the wild moor, with rock and reed and pool, Then the gay garden, rich in scent and hue. ’Tis first the good and then the beautiful,— Not first the beautiful and then the good; First the rough seed, sown in the rougher soil, Then the flower-blossom, or the branching wood. Not first the glad and then the sorrowful,— But first the sorrowful, and then the glad; Tears for a day,—for earth of tears is full, Then \?e forget that we were ever sad. 10 DIVINE ORDER. Not first the blight, and after that the dark,— But first the dark, aud after that the bright; First the thick cloud, and then the rainbow’s arc, First the dark grave, then resurrection-light. ’Tis first the night,—stern night of storm and war,— Long nights of heavy clouds and veiled skies; Then the far sparkle of the Morning-star, That bids the saints awake and dawn arise. LEFT BEHIND. Look at this starbeam ! From its place of birth, It has come down to greet us here below; Now it alights unwearied on this earth, Nor storm nor night have quenched its heavenly glow. Unbent before the winter’s rugged blast, Unsoiled by this sad planet’s tainted air, It sparkles out from yon unmeasured vast, Bright ’mid the brightest, ’mid the fairest fair. Undimmed it reaches me; but yet alone : • • The thousand gay companions that'took wing Along -with it have perished one by one, Scattered o’er space like blossoms of the spring. Some to you nearer orbs have sped their course, Yon city’s smoke has quenched a thousand more ; Myriads in yon dark cloud have spent their force ; A few stray gleams are all that reach our shore. 12 LEFT BEHIND. And with us! 'How many, who began Life’s race with us, are dropping by the way; Losing themselves in darkness one by one, From the glad goal departing wide astray! When we shall reach the kingdom of the blest, How few who started with us shall we find Arriving or arrived, for glorious rest! How many shall we mourn as left behind !* “ Pauci lseta arva tenemus.”— Virgil, JSneid, VX I THE MEETING-PLACE. Where the faded flower shall freshen,— Freshen never more to fade; Where the shaded sky shall brighten,'— Brighten never more to shade: Where the sun-blaze never scorches ; Where the star-beams cease to chill; Where no tempest stirs the echoes Of the wood, or wave, or hill: Where the morn shall wake in gladness, And the moon the joy prolong, Where the daylight dies in fragrance, ’Mid the burst of holy song : Brother, we shall meet and rest ’Mid the holy and the blest! Where no shadow shall bewilder, Where life’s vain parade is o’er, Where the sleep of sin is broken, And the dreamer dreams no more: 14 THE MEETING-PLACE. Where the bond is never severed ;— Partings, claspings, sob and moan, Midnight waking, twilight weeping, Heavy noontide,—all are done: Where the child has found its mother, Where the mother finds the child, Where dear families a.re gathered, That were scattered on the wild: Brother, we shall meet and rest ’Mid the holy and the blest! Where the hidden wound is healed, Where the blighted light re-blooms, Where the smitten heart the freshness Of its buoyant youth resumes : Where the love that here we lavish On the withering leaves of time, Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on In an ever spring bright clime : Where wo find the joy of loving, As we never loved before,— Loving on, unchilled, unhindered, Loving once and evermore: Brother, we shall meet and rest, ’Mid the holy and the blest! t THE MEETING-PLACE. Where a blasted world shall brighten Underneath a bluer sphere, And a softer, gentler sunshine Shed its healing splendor here : Where earth’s barren vales shall blossom, Putting on their robe of green, And a purer, fairer Eden Be where only wastes have been : Where a King in kingly glory, Such as earth has never known, Shall assume the righteous sceptre, Claim and wear the holy crown : Brother, we shall meet and rest, ’Mid the holy and the blest. 15 % A STRANGER HERE. I miss the dear paternal dwelling, Which mem’ry, still undimmed, recals, A thousand early stories telling ; I miss the venerable walls. I miss the chamber of my childhood, I miss the shade of boyhood’s tree,— The glen, the path, the cliff, the wild-wood, The music of the well-known sea. I miss the ivied haunt of moonlight, I miss the forest and the stream, I miss the fragrant grove of noonlight, I miss our mountain’s sunset o-leam. o I miss the green slope, where, reposing, I mused upon the near and far, Marked, one by one, each floweret closing, Watched, one by one, each opening star A STRANGER HERE. 17 I miss the well-remembered faces, The voices, forms, of fresher days ; Time ploughs not up these deep-drawn traces, These lines no ages can erase. I miss them all, for, unforgetting, My spirit o’er the past still strays, And, much its wasted years regretting, It treads again these shaded ways. I mourn not that each early token Is now to me a faded flower, Nor that the magic snare is broken That held me with its mystic power. I murmur not that now a stranger I pass along the smiling earth ; I know the snare, I dread the danger, I hate the haunts, I shun the mirth. My hopes are passing upward, onward, And with my hopes my heart has gone ; My eye is turning skyward, sunward, Where glory brightens round yon throne. 2 * 18 A STRANGER HERE. My spirit seeks its dwelliDg yonder; And fate fore-dates llie joyful day When these old skies shall cease to simder The one dear love-linked family. Well-pleased I find years rolling o’er me, And hear each day-time’s measured tread ; Far fewer clouds now stretch before me, Behind me is the darkness spread. And summer’s suns are swiftlv setting, And life moves downward in their train, And autumn dews are fondly wetting The faded cheek of earth in vain. December moons are coldly waning, And life with them is on the wane ; Storm-laden skies with sad complaining, Bend blackly o’er the unsmiling main. My future from my past unlinking, Each dying year untwines the spell; ^The visible is swiftly sinking, Uprises the invisible. A STRANGER HERE. 19 To light, unchanging, and eternal, From mists that sadden this bleak waste, To scenes that smile for ever vernal, From winter’s blackening leaf I haste. Earth, what a sorrow lies before thee, None like it in the shadowy past;— The sharpest throe that ever tore thee, Even tho’ the briefest and the last! I see the fair moon veil her lustre, I see the sackcloth of the sun ; The shrouding of each starry cluster, The threefold woe of earth begun. I see the shadows of its sunset; And wrapped in these the Avenger’s form, I see the Armageddon-onset; But I shall be above the storm. There comes the moaning and the sighing, There comes the hot tear’s heavy fall, The thousand agonies of dying;— But I shall be beyond them all. OCEAN TEACHINGS. “ This groat and wide sea.”—P salm civ. 25. That rising storm ! It lias awakened me; My slumbering spirit starts to life anew; That blinding spray-drift, bow it falls upon me, + As on the weary flower the freshening dew. That rugged rock-fringe that girds in the ocean, And calls the foam from its translucent blue, It seems to pour strange strength into my spirit,—• Strength for endurance, strength for conflict too. And these bright ocean-birds, these billow-rangers, The snowy-breasted,—each a winged wave— They tell me how to joy in storm and dangers, When surges whiten, or when whirlwinds rave. And these green-stretching fields, these peaceful hoi lows, That hear the tempest, but take no alarm, OCEAN TEACHINGS. 21 Has not tlieir placid verdure sweetly tauglit me The peace within when all without is storm ? And thou keen sun-flash, through the cloud-wreath bursting, Silvering the sea, the sward, the rock, the foam, What light within me has thy pure gleam kindled ? ’Tis from the land of light that thou art come. And of the time how blithely art thou telling, When cloud and change and tempest shall take wing; Each beam of thine prophetic of the glory, Creation’s daybreak, earth’s long-promised spring. Even thus it is, my God me daily teachetli Sweet knowledge out of all I hear and see ; Each object has a heavenly voice within it, Each scene, however troubled, speaks to me. For all upon this earth is broken beauty, Yet out of all what strange, deep lessons rise ? Each hour is giving out its heaven-sent wisdom, A message from the sea, the shore, the skies. NO MORE SEA. K