ON THE PROVIDENCE OF GOD. OMMIT thy way to God, The weight which makes thee faint; Worlds are to Him no load! To Him breathe thy complaint, Thou must in Him be blest, Father! Thy faithful love, Or what will hurt thy child. And what Thy wise foreseeing Nor sufferest them to lose. All means always possessing, Thy doings are all blessing, Though all the devils throng Nor swervest from Thy way. Must reach its goal at length. Hope, then, though woes be doubled, Hope, and be undismayed; Let not thine heart be troubled, Nor let it be afraid. This prison where thou art, Up, up! the day is breaking, Nor the best course canst tell; And guideth all things well. Trust Him to govern, then! Faithful the love thou sharest; All, all is well with thee; The crown from hence thou bearest, With shouts of victory. 127 In thy right hand, to-morrow, PAUL GERHARD. TRANSLATED BY MRS. CHARLES. ON AFFLICTION. S the harp-strings only render All their treasures of sweet sound, All their music, glad or tender, Firmly struck and tightly bound: So the hearts of Christians owe To the pressure firm of woe, And the tension tight of pain. Spices crushed their pungence yield, Thus the crushed and broken frame ADAM OF ST. VICTOR. TRANSLATED BY MRS. CHARLES. HOW TO BE CONTENT. Y Lord hath taught me how to want Heaven is my roof, earth is my floor; Thy love can keep me dry and warm; Christ and Thy bounty are my store; Thy angels guard me from all harm. Must I forsake the soil and air, Where first I drew my vital breath? 9 |