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And, thus the work of prayer begun,
But, if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."— Matthew vi. 15.
On God! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry,
And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to thy temple fly;
Wilt thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven?
'Forgive!' a blessed voice replied, and thou shalt be forgiven !'
My foemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride,
They render evil for my good, my patience they deride;
Arise, oh King! and be the proud to righteous ruin driven !
'Forgive!' and awful answer came, ' as thou wouldst be forgiven !'
Seven times, oh Lord! I pardoned them, seven times they sinned again :
They practise still to work me woe, they triumph in my pain;
But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resentment driven !
'Forgive!' the voice of thunder spake, 'or never be forgiven!'
"Behold the fowls of the air:"
YE too, the free and fearless Birds of air,
Sing on, before the storm and after, sing!
and true E'en than the first, within th' awaken'd mind; While sweetly, joyously, they tell of life, That knows no doubts, no questionings, no strife, But hangs upon its God, unconsciously resign'd.
FLOWERS! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye
A voice He set, as in a temple-shrine,
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hush'd hour, Than yours, ye
Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
Lo, the lilies of the field,
How their leaves instruction yield!
'Say, with richer crimson glows
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow,
'One there lives whose guardian eye
IMPERIAL beauty! fair, unrivalled one!
In vain the power
Of human voice to swell the strains of praise Thou hast received; and which will ever sound
Long as the page of inspiration shines
While mortal songs shall die as summer winds
H. F. Gould.
"And every one that heareth these sayings of mine and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand; and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell; and great was the fall of it." - Matthew vii. 26, 27.
BUILD'ST thou on Wealth? - its wings are ever
Its trusting votaries to elude and foil.
*It is quite doubtful whether the lily referred to by the Saviour was the white lily. See Harris' Nat. His. of the Bible.