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Enough that blessings undeserved
Have marked my erring track-
His chastening turned me back.
Of love is understood,
Sweet with eternal good.
Which opens into light,
Beyond the Father's sight.
Through memory's sunset air,
In purple distance fair,
Seem blending in a psalm,
Slow rounding into calm.
And so the west winds play;
I open to the day.
CONFIDENCE IN GOD'S PROTECTION. Poala XXVI. The Lord-is my light—and my salvation; whomshall I fear the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked,
-even mine enemies, and my foes,-came upon me-to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.
Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war-should rise against me,-in this will I be confident.
One thing have I desired of the Lord, that—will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord—all the days of life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.
For in the time of trouble,-he shall hide me in his pavilion : in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
And now shall mine head be lifted up—above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.
Hear,-0 Lord, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and
When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart-said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.
Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger : thou hast been my help: leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.
Teach me thy way, O Lord, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.
Deliver me not over-unto the will of mine enemies : for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.
I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord—in the land of the living.
Wait-on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
Vital spark-of heavenly flame,
With sounds seraphic ring :-
O Death, where—is thy sting?"
CHRIST IN THE TEMPEST. J. G. WHITTIER.
Storm-on the heaving waters! The vast skym
Is stooping with its thunder. Cloud-on cloud
Rolls heavily in the darkness, like a shroud-
And it is very terrible! The roar
Ascendeth unto heaven, and thunders back,
Like the response of demons,—from the black Rifts—of the hanging tempests,-yawning o'er
The wild waves—in their torment. Hark!-the cry
The uproar of the waters--and the sky,
Made visible-by the lightning, and His brow
Told of a triumph-man-may never know,Power-underived—and mighty,—“Peace,—be still !"
The great waves-heard Him,—and the storm's loud tone Went moaning-into silence,mat His will;
And the thick clouds,—where yet the lightning shone, And slept the latent thunder, rolled away
Until no trace of tempest—lurked behind,
Changing,-upon the pinions of the wind, To stormless wanderers,—beautiful—and gay. Dread Ruler-of the tempest! thou—before
Whose presence-boweth the uprisen storm,To whom the waves do homage-round the shore
Of many an island's empire !—if the form
Thy Infinite regard,-oh, breathe upon
O'er the roused waters, where thy voice had gone, -
“ STILL WITH THEE." MRB. H. B. STOWE.
Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh;
When the bird waketh and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. Alone with thee amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with thee in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. As in the dawning, o'er, the breathless ocean,
The image of the morning star doth rest, So in this stillness thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading:
But sweeter still to wake, and find thee there. So shall it be at last in that bright morning
When the soul waketh and life's shadows filee. Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with thee !
WHO BY SEARCHING CAN FIND OUT GOD? E. SCUDDER.
My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell.
And shrink beneath thy light ineffable.
Before thy throne I bend in lowliest prayer,
From furthest quest comes back,-thou art not there. Yet high above the limits of my seeing,
And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscious being,
Thy splendor shineth: there, O God! thou art.
The end is clear, how wide soe'er I roam;
And I must rest at last in thee, my home.
THE LEPER. N. P. WILLIS.
“Room-for the leper! room!” And as he came
And aside they stood-
’T was now the first-
Mantled-in eloquent fullness-on his lip,
It was noon, And Helon knelt-beside a stagnant poolIn the lone wilderness,—and bathed his brow, Hot with the burning leprosy,—and touched The loathsome water-to his fevered lips, Praying—that he might be so blest—to die! Footsteps approached,--and, with no strength to flee,He drew the covering-closer on his lip, Crying, “Unclean! unclean !" and in the folds of the coarse sackcloth-shrouding up his face, He fell upon the earth-till they should pass. Nearer—the Stranger came,-and-bending o'er The leper's prostrate form,-pronounced his name“ Helon !" The voice-was like the master-toneOf a rich instrument-most strangely sweet; And the dull pulses of disease-awoke, And—for a moment-beat beneath the hot And leprous scales—with a restoring thrill. “ Helon! arise ! ” and he forgot his curse, — And rose—and stood before Him. He looked on Helon-earnestly—a while, As if his heart were moved,--and-(stooping down) He took a little water in his hand,