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OLD HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO. C. M. 81.
79. Common cares. Missy Chant, 16. Add thou the grace, while in the truth I O could we learn true sacrifice,
pray, What lights would all around us rise!
And this poor heart-cry into music turn. How would our hearts with wisdom talk
7. F. Clarke. Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!
81. The city of God. Dundee, 22. The trivial round, the common task,
Arlington, 19. Would furnish all we ought to ask, - In thee my powers, my treasures, live; Room to deny ourselves; a road
To thee my life must tend; To bring us daily nearer God.
Giving thyself, thou all dost give, Seek we no more: content with these,
O soul-sufficing Friend! Let present comfort, rapture, ease,
And wherefore should I seek above As heaven shall bid them, come and go;
The City in the sky, The secret this of rest below.
Since firm in faith, and deep in love,
Its broad foundations lie?
Since in a life of peace and prayer,
Nor known on earth nor praised,
By humblest toil, by ceaseless care,
Its holy towers are raised.
Where pain the soul hath purified, 80.
And penitence hath shriven,
There-only there-is heaven!
The elixir. Mornington, 34. Give me, within the work that calls to
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see; day, To see thy finger gently beckoning on;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee.
To scorn the senses' sway, done.
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do be thou the way, I lay each humblest hope within my In all be thou the end. prayer;
All may of thee partake:
Nothing can be so mean,
That with the tincture “For thy sake" care, Yet all is truth within my offering.
Will not grow bright and clean.
My heart, learn well this clause, And thou. whose fire forms rubies out of
And all thy work will shine; clay,
To toil as for his holy laws And bids dull charcoal into diamonds
Makes drudgery divine! turn,
The offering. Pleyel, 40.
John Taylor. 84. Prayer-answer. Mornington, 34.
At first I prayed for Light:
Could I but see the way,
To everlasting day!
The heaven's serene abode.
Could I but trust my God,
peace, Though foes were all abroad. But now I pray for Love;
Deep love to God and man;
However dark his plan ;-
Are opening everywhere!
Mrs. E. D. Cheney.
Out of self. Nuremburg, 39.
JOHN G. WHITTIER.
Fellowship. Simeon, 30. WHEREVER in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,
To keep and cultivate;
For him on whom I wait.
Through constant watching wise
And wipe the weeping eyes;
To soothe and sympathize.
There are no bonds for me:
That makes thy children free,-
Is a life of liberty.
Charity Lloyd, 24. Think gently of the erring one;
0, let us not forget,
He is our brother yet!
Child of the self-same God,
We have in weakness trod. Speak gently to the erring ones!
We yet may lead them back,
From misery's thorny track.
And sinful yet may'st be;
As God hath dealt with thee.
Federal St.,10. 90.
Hebron, 13. Now is the seed-time; God alone, Beyond our vision weak and dim, Beholds the end of what is sown: The harvest time is hid with him. Yet unforgotten where it lies, Though seeming on the desert cast, The seed of geverous sacrifice, Shall rise with bloom and fruit, at last. And he who blesses most is blest; For God and man shall own his worth Who toils to leave as his bequest An added beauty to the earih.
J. G. WHITTIER.
Balerma, 21. He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast,
Who giveth to his least.
All things both great and small,
S. T. Coleridge. 89. The law of love. Arlington, 19. Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run; And love has overflowing streams.
To fill them every one. But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us
Will soon be parched and driea, For we must share, if we would keep,
That blessing from above; Ceasing to give, we cease to have ;
Such is the law of love.
Long life. Miss'y Chant, 16. He liveth long who liveth well ; All else is life but thrown away : He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. Then fill each hour with what will last; Buy up the moments as they go; The life above, when this is past, Is the ripe fruit of life below. Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure; Sow peace, and reap
its harvest bright; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light.
The bond. Arlington, 19. BENEATH the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,
His blessed word of Love.
( Bond of perfect peace!
If we but hold to this.
R. C. TRENCH.
Dr. L. MABON.
Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours,
And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice,
And the sweet tasks of love.
Old 132, 29.
Nuremburg, 39. 93. The cross.
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Mrs. A. L. Barbauld. 95.
The world's long hope is dim;
The clouds of heaven for him. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is he;
And love its Galilee.
Is by our beds of pain;
And we are whole again.
Whate'er our name or sign,
F. G. Whittier. 96.
Incarnation. Logan, 25. O Love! O Life! our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one: As through transfigured clouds of white
We trace the noonday sun, So to our mortal eyes subdued,
Flesh-veiled but not concealed, We know in thee the fatherhood
And heart of God revealed. We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in thee
The Light, t e Truth, the Way.
Dr. L. MABON.
Our Friend, our Brother and our Guide,
What may thy service be?-
But simply following thee.
Kind deeds thine altars raise, Our faith and hope thy canticles, And our obedience praise!
7. G. Whittier. 97.
Yet speaketh. Logan, 25. IMMORTAL by their deed and word
Like light around them shed,
Still live the sainted dead.
Yet floats upon the air;
In parable and prayer.
Shines star-like on our way,
And burden of to-day.
That life of duty here, -
Looked forth and knew no fear!
Speed on thy conquering way, Till every heart the Father own
And all his will obey!
ALL hail, God's angel, Truth!
Fresh graces shine:
And wealth divine.
And Freedom's way:
A power to-day!
Tender and brave;
In toils to save.
With saints of yore;
F. L. HOSMER.
Fellowship. Mann, 14. Wherever through the ages rise The altars of self-sacrifice,
There love its arms hath opened wide, Or man for man has calmly died, We see the same white wings outspread That hovered o'er the Master's head; And in all lands beneath the sun The heart affirmeth, “Love is one."