IV.

Yet her day is nigh at hand,
And her judgment lingers not,
See the fierce ascending smoke
Of her vengeance, red and hot.
See the mighty millstone flung
By the glorious angel-hand;

Hear the hallelujah rise

From the white, palm-bearing band!

She is fallen, and shall not rise,

She is sunk for evermore,

Hallelujah, let the note

Sound to every farthest shore; Hallelujah, like the voice

Of the mighty multitude; Hallelujah, like the voice

Of the roaring waterflood;

Hallelujah, like the voice

Of the mighty thunder-roar;

Hallelujah, for the Lord

Reigneth now from shore to shore.

Let us then rejoice and sing;

"Tis the marriage of the Lamb;

And the bride is ready; raise,

Raise the everlasting psalm!

PRAYER FOR OUR CHILDREN.

FATHER, our children keep!

We know not what is coming on the earth; Beneath the shadow of Thy heavenly wing,

Oh, keep them, keep them, Thou who gav'st them

birth.

Father, draw nearer us!

Draw firmer round us Thy protecting arm;

Oh, clasp our children closer to Thy side,
Uninjured in the day of earth's alarm.

Them in Thy chambers hide!

Oh, hide them and preserve them calm and safe, When sin abounds, and error flows abroad,

And Satan tempts, and human passions chafe.

Oh, keep them undefiled!

Unspotted from a tempting world of sin;

That, clothed in white, through the bright city-gates, They may with us in triumph enter in.

WHO TEACHETH LIKE HIM?

THOU know'st my longings to be taught of Thee!
All human teaching find I dark and vain;
Teach me, O Lord, and then shall I be taught

To know Thyself,

this is my joy and gain.

Unteach me all the error I have learnt

In earthly schools; forgive self-will and pride; I would unlearn all falsehood, learn the truth, And with Thy truth alone be satisfied.

O Truth of truth! To Thee, my Lord, I come; Teach me, oh teach, as Thou alone canst do; Spirit of truth, come down and fill my soul,

Fill it with wisdom and with gladness too;

The gladness of a glorious certainty,

Concerning Him who lived and died and rose; This, this is true, should all else prove a lie, And in this truth my spirit finds repose.

WHO TOUCHED ME?

LUKE viii. 45.

"WHO touched Me?" dost Thou ask?

'Twas I, Lord, it was I.

"Some one hath touched Me;" yes, O Lord:

I am that "somebody."

I came, Lord, and I touched,

For sore I needed Thee;

Forth from Thee straight the virtue came,

Lord, Thou hast healèd me.

And wouldst Thou frown on me?

Dost Thou the boon repent?

Why, then, Lord, didst Thou pass so near,
As if to me just sent?

Thou, Lord, wert passing by;

I knew all heaven was there:

A heaven of healing and of love,
Thou didst within Thee bear;

A heaven of grace and peace,

Of pardon and of joy;

Lord, wouldst Thou have me let Thee pass,

And all that heaven go by!

What could I do but touch,

And Thou so nigh, so nigh?

What couldst Thou do but heal, O Lord,
Ere I had time to cry?

Thou wert too near for prayer;
I touched at once, and found
The fulness of the heaven of heavens,
On this low earthly ground.

Speak then the word of cheer,
Say to my trembling soul,
Be of good comfort, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.