THE DIVINE WILL. Laid on thy altar, O our Lord divine, Hidden therein, Thy searching gaze can see Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail, ANON. THY WILL BE DONE. At first I felt in uttermost despair, ་་ And said, "O Lord, this cross I cannot bear." But I have borne it, and I bear it now, Only, oh only, do not ask me how. "O God, take, I beseech Thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."JONAH iv., 3. "I shall not die, but live: and declare the works of the Lord."-Ps. cxviii., 17. REST. Two hands upon the breast, And labour's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest— The race is won; Two eyes with coin weights shut, And all tears cease; Two lips where grief is mute Anger at peace;— Mourning our lot, God, in His kindness Answereth not. Two hands to work addrest Aye for His praise; Low on our knees; Pardon those erring prayers! Father, hear these! -MULOCK. The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine; Father forgive my trespasses, and keep This little life of mine. With loving kindness curtain Thou my bed, And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet, Thy pardon be the pillow for my head, So shall my sleep be sweet. At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake, All's well whichever side the grave for me The morning light may break. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. TO LIVE for Jesus or for Him to die,-Telle est la vie ! The little worries that afflict the soul; To do the thing 'twere easier left undone. To do it now-and well,-for His dear sake,-Telle est la vie ! To early rise, and, strengthened by His grace, Go forth to meet our foes, our constant foes; To conquer bravely,-inch by inch the ground, Now here a little, there a little, all around ; To lie down weary when the night draws on,-Telle est la vie ! To bear the bitter taunt, the scoffing look; To see our motives all misunderstood; To long to speak a word for Jesus' sake, Then find no chance; to see friends hold aloof,-Telle est la vie! To weary day by day for others' good, Yet seem to fail;-to loose our trustful hope To grow to doubt our very love and faith; To see things through an ever darkening mist, While scarce a glimmering ray can reach the burdened soul,-Telle est la vie! To live for Jesus or for Him to die. Such is our life below. Telle est la vie! But they who live this life Fraught with new meaning shall the cry resound, "To live for Jesus and with him to reign,-Telle est la vie!" E. A. B. |