But I saw when they stood bending low o'er the grave,
Where their heart's dearest hope had been laid,
And the star had gone down in the darkness of night,
And joy from their bosoms had fled.

But the Healer was there, and His arms were around,
And He led them with tenderest care;

And He showed them a star in the bright upper world: 'Twas their star shining brilliantly there.

They had each heard a voice-
'Twas the voice of their God-

"I love thee, I love thee;

Pass under the rod !

GOD OUR STRENGTH.

MAN in his weakness needs a stronger stay
Than fellow-men, the holiest and the best ;
And yet we turn to them from day to day,
As if in them our spirits could find rest.

Gently untwine our childish hands, that cling
To such inadequate supports as these,
And shelter us beneath Thy heavenly wing,
Till we have learned to walk alone with ease.

Help us, O Lord, with patient love to bear

Each other's faults-to suffer with true meekness;
Help us each other's joys and griefs to share,
But let us turn to Thee alone in weakness.
From "The Changed Cross."

WALKING IN LIGHT.

"Wenn wir uns kindlich freuen."

"He went on his way rejoicing.”—ACTS viii. 8.

WHEN We seek with loving heart,
Each to act a childlike part,

Daily duty, daily care,

For our Lord to do or bear ;

All His pleasure to fulfil,

Do or suffer all His will,

Serve Him here with earnest love,
Till we dwell with Him above ;-

When the ransomed look before,
View by faith the heavenly shore,
Catch the echoes of the song
They shall join in there, ere long ;—

Then of small account appear
Every mortal toil or tear;
Homeward hasting day by day,

What are trials by the way ?

He, the great High Priest, draws nigh, Brings for every want supply;

Healing oil, and cheering wine,

Living water, bread divine.

Then together all rejoice,

Singing praise with heart and voice; Finding, ere our work be done,

Present heaven on earth begun.

Often by our Saviour blest
With a sweet sabbatic rest,
Every burden we can bear
To His heart, and leave it there.

And arising, onward haste,
When that blessed hour is past,
Ready, with uplifted hands,

For the Master's next commands.

Ready, at His midnight call,
Joyfully to part from all-

Then, with Him, the festal door

Enter, to go out no more!

MORAVIAN.

From "Hymns from the Land of Luther."

LET THIS SUFFICE US, LORD!

He hath said

"My grace is sufficient for thee."-2 COR. xii. 9

"I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."-HEB. xiii. 5.

LET this suffice us, Lord!

Let this suffice us in our darkest hours,

When thoughts of speechless sadness weigh us down, And in the midst of friends we move alone, Scared by the future that before us lowers! Let this suffice!

So much has left us, Lord!

Our youth, youth's hopes have faded all away :
The flowers we prized have withered in our grasp,
The hands we sought withdrawn them from our clasp,
There shines no sunlight in our future day—

So much has left!

So much will leave us, Lord!

Trembling we count our good things still in view;
Some ties are left us still, unspoilt by tears;
They grow but stronger by the wear of years;
How shall we live when these are taken too?
So much will leave !

Thou never wilt forsake!

Not for the sin that stains this very prayer,
The doubts that darken while we speak of trust,
The love that turns from Thee to cling to dust;
Man could not bear with Thee, but Thou wilt bear,
Wilt not forsake!

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Let this suffice us, Lord!

Let this support each onward step we take;
How should we be alone, with Thee so near;
Thou on our side, what is there we should fear?
Since Thou wilt never leave us nor forsake;

Let this suffice!

THE BURIAL OF MOSES.

By Nebo's lonely mountain,

On this side Jordan's wave,

In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave:
And no man dug that sepulchre,
And no man saw it e'er,

For the "Sons of God" upturned the sod,

And laid the dead man there.

That was the grandest funeral

That ever passed on earth;
But no man heard the trampling,
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as the daylight

Comes when the night is done,

And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek
Grows into the great sun ;-

Noiselessly as the spring-time
Her crown of verdure weaves,
And all the trees on all the hills

Open their thousand leaves;