A path which leads from star to star,
Through boundless fields of space,
Beyond the reach of human ken,
Or reason's power to trace;

Where no faint traveller seeks to rest His wearied head awhile,

Nor jaded pilgrim tries in vain

His sorrows to beguile.

A path all peaceful and serene,
Where flowers immortal grow,
'Midst beauteous fields of living green,
Where crystal waters flow.

A path where blessed angels stand,
With ready foot and wing,

To joys above, at Christ's command,

His ransom'd host to bring.

CHRIST IN THE STORM.

HY fearest thou, Christian?

Is the night dark and wild?

Is thy sky overcast?

Are thy lights all extinguish'd,

Thou faithless child?

Is the lightning-flash gleaming?

Do the loud thunders roll? Have dread, doubt, and fear, Taken captive thy soul?

Why fearest thou, Christian,
On life's stormy sea?

Do the yawning waves threaten
Destruction to thee?

Has thy vessel no pilot?
Art thou sorely distress'd?
Is thy weary soul fainting

For succour and rest?

Is there no one to help thee

Of the friends thou dost love?

Art thou lone and forsaken?

Ah! then look above.

There is light for thee, Christian, In grief's darkest cloud;

There is joy for thy heart

When in sorrow 'tis bow'd.

Why fearest thou, Christian?
Thy Jesus is near;

He comes to protect thee,

Then why shouldst thou fear?

Why pal'st thou with terror?

The form thou dost see

Is the spirit of Jesus

Coming gently to thee.

K

WHEREFORE DIDST THOU DOUBT?

H! wherefore didst thou doubt
Thy great Creator's power

To save thee by His mighty hand
In danger's awful hour?

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt

His wisdom to decide

Thy lot in life, whate'er it be,

Or where thou must abide ?

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt
Thy gentle Shepherd's care

To lead thee still 'midst pastures green,
Where Christ's dear flock repair?

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt,
And, faithless, sob and sigh,
As if He could not keep thee still,
And all thy wants supply?

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt

His justice and His grace?

He'll guide thee still, in gentleness, 'Midst paths of perfect peace.

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt
His covenant, always sure,

Which to His loved ones ever shall

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt

That Christ would pity show,

And to thy heart, when penitent,
His pardoning love bestow?

Oh! wherefore couldst thou doubt
That thou art born of God,

Since thou art cleansed from all thy sins
In Christ's most precious blood?

Oh! wherefore didst thou doubt
The Spirit's gentle voice,

Sweet Messenger of heavenly news
Which makes thy heart rejoice?