By purest pleasures unbeguiled, Such wedded souls our God shall own Thus everywhere we find our suffering God, May set our steps-the cross on Calvary, Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart The virtue of his midnight agony, When none was nigh, Save God and our good angel, to assuage Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find Think who did once from heaven to hell descend, So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call, "O Father! not my will, but Thine be done!" So spake the Son. Be this our charm, mellowing Of griefs and joys; earth's ruder noise That we may cling for ever to Thy breast, In perfect rest. "In everything, by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God."-PHIL. iv., 6. THE POWER OF PRAYER. Lord, what a change within us one short hour Why therefore should we do ourselves this wrong That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee. ORD, support me all day long of this troublous life, until the shadows lengthen and the evening coines, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and my work is done. Then in Thy Mercy grant me a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last. Amen, Lord Jesus, Amen. 84287B "Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth, and keep the door of my lips." GRANT, O LORD, I beseech Thee, this day, that I may speak nothing, and that there may be nothing in my manner of speaking, that shall be displeasing to Thee; through JESUS CHRIST our LORD. Amen. N the Name of the FATHER, and of IN the Son, and of the HOLY GHOST, may I this day think every thought, speak every word, do every act, and bear every trial. Amen. GLADNESS OF HEART. Dear Lord, since Thou didst make the earth, Thou mad'st it not for grief, but mirth; Therefore will I be glad, And let who will be sad. For if I load my life with care, And what the sweet birds' choir But if I cannot choose but weep, Lord, as 'tis thine eternal state The world that thou hast wrought So every morning I would rise, A spirit bright and clear As the wide atmosphere. For Lord, since all is well with thee, |