I THE CHILD.-PSALM LXXIII., 28. S when a child, secure from harms, A Hangs at the mother's breast, Safe folded in her anxious arms, And while through many a painful path The fearless babe, with passive faith, 2 Should some short start his quiet break, 3 So souls that would to Jesus cleave, Must every fair pretension leave, "Keep close to me, thou helpless sheep,” 4 "Thy whole dependence on me fix, Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix, I Fond self-direction is a shelf ;- Hart. THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION. HARK! the Saviour's voice is speaking, Words of kindness and of love : "Come to me, ye heavy laden, I will give you rest above." 2 Come, ye tempest toss'd and weary, 3 Leave, O leave this world of sorrow, 4 Why delay? the time is fleeting, J. L. "I SHALL BE SATISFIED WHEN I AWAKE WITH THY LIKENESS." I N OT here! not here! not where the sparkling waters Fade into mocking sands as we draw near, Where in the wilderness each footstep falters, I shall be satisfied !-but, oh, not here. 2 Shall it be satisfied? the soul's deep longing, The aching void, which nothing earthly fills? O! what desires upon my heart are thronging, As I look upward to the heavenly hills. 3 Thither my weak and weary steps are tending, Saviour and Lord, with Thy frail child abide ! Grant me Thine image, all my wanderings ending, In Thee and in Thy love, I shall be satisfied. I HYMN OF BERNARD.* With sweetness fills my breast, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 3 Oh hope of every contrite heart, To those who fall, how kind Thou art, 4 But what to those who find? Ah, this, I None but His loved ones know. LUTHER'S HYMN. "IS not too hard, too high an aim, Secure thy part in Christ to claim; And warm with purer fires the soul. * The Original Latin may be found in "Daniel's Thesaurus Hymnologicus," Vol. I., p. 227. Nature will raise up all her strife, 2 Act but the infant's gentle part, 3 The sovereign Father, good and kind, Nought shalt thou know of frowns or pain. 4 Shake from thy soul, o'erwhelmed, deprest, The incumbering load that galls its rest; That wastes her strength with bondage vain, With courage break the enslaving chain ; Let faith exert its conquering power; Say, in thy fearing, trembling hour, "Father! Thy pitying aid impart," 'Tis done; a sigh can reach His heart. G 5 Yet, if more earnest plaints to raise, Though His kind hand thou canst not feel, 6 If haply still thy mental shade, 7 Then thy sad night of terrors past, Be hence encouraged more, when tried, O my too blind but nobler part, Be moved! be won by these, my heart! |