THE PEACE OF GOD. HE child leans on its parent's breast, His trust in God, and so is blest 'Neath every cloud. He has no store, he sows no seed; The heart that trusts for ever sings, Come good, or ill, Whate'er to-day, to-morrow brings, It is His will! ISAAC WILLIAMs, (1842.) THE FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT IS LOVE, Jor, PEACE. HY dost thou beat so quick, my heart? Why struggle in thy cage? What shall I do for thee, poor heart! Thy throbbing heat to swage? What spell is this comes over thee? Thy sweetness hath betrayed Thee, Lord! Dear Spirit it is Thou; I feel thee nestling now. Thy home is with the simple, Lord! The simple are thy rest; Thy lodging is in child-like hearts; Thou makest there Thy nest. Dear Comforter! Eternal Love! Of lowly thoughts and simple ways My heart, sweet Dove! I'll lend to Thee Who made this beating heart of mine, FABER. THE TRUE LIGHT. ORD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to see and choose my path, but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, So long Thy power hath kept me, sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile. NEWMAN. NOT AS I WILL, BUT AS THOU WILT. WORSHIP thee, sweet Will of God! And all thy ways adore, And every day I live I seem To love thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule I love to kiss each print where thou I cannot fear the blessed Will! When obstacles and trials seem I do the little that I can do, And leave the rest to thee. |