I CANNOT find thee! Still on restless pinion My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell: I wander lost through all thy vast dominion, And shrink beneath thy light ineffable. I cannot find thee! E'en when most adoring Before thy shrine I bend in lowliest prayer, Beyond these bounds of thought my thought upsoaring From furthest quest comes back: thou art not there. Yet high above the limits of my seeing, And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscious being, Thy splendor shineth: there, O God, thou art! I cannot lose thee! Still in thee abiding, The end is clear, how wide soe'er I Take part with me against these doubts that rise And seek to throne thee far in distant skies! Take part with me against this self that dares Assume the burden of these sins and cares! How can I call thee who art always here,— How shall I praise thee who art still most dear, What may I give thee save what thou hast given, And whom but thee have I in earth or heaven? 102. ELIZA SCUDDER. Mother and child. Marlow, 27. I mean her well so earnestly, Am ignorant and weak; Lo! Lord, I sit in thy wide space, G. MACDONALD. 2 Arr. by Dr. MASON. 昌 103. So far, so near. Balerma, 21. O THOU, in all thy might so far, Beyond the range of sun and star, Yet though I know thee but in part, O sweeter than aught else besides, And dearer than all things I know F. L. HOSMER. Boylston, 32. In thine own being, thine, Not elsewhere, search for his; Not in some outer heaven and earth; Within he speaks and is. No voice can speak his voice; In silence hold thy faith, The unknown future ever lies F. T. PALGRAVE O, SOMETIMES comes to soul and sense Mid the lurking fears that start Tell us of a Force behind F. T. Paigrav Pe F. W BERNER 107. All is well. Ward, 18. O, YET We trust that somehow good Who moves about from place to place, 108. The eternal goodness. A. TENNYSON. St. Agnes, 31. Arlington, 19. FIRM, in the maddening maze of things, The wrong that pains my soul below I know not of his hate,-I know And thou, O Lord, by whom are seen Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. J. H. NEWMAN. 2 GEO. HEWES 111. Our help. Arlington, 19. O GOD, our help in ages past, Or earth received her frame, O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while life shall last, I. WATTS. Manoah, 26. Balerma, 21. THERE is an Eye that never sleeps There is an Arm that never tires When earthly loves decay. That Eye unseen o'erwatcheth all; That Ear doth hear the sparrow's call; Anon. Naomi, 28. I CANNOT Walk in darkness long,— I cannot stumble or go wrong He is my stay and my defence;- My helper is Omnipotence, The powers below and powers above I cannot wander from his love MRS. C. A. MASON. 114. Everlasting arms. Amsterdam, 52. SEE the Lord, thy Keeper, stand Lo! he holds thee by the hand God shall bless thy going out, And save thee from thy sin. C. Wesley. Benneson, 44. Stockwell, 49. GOD is Love: his mercy brightens But his mercy waneth never; Even the hour that darkest seemeth WHILE thee I seek, Protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the powers of thought bestowed; In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, When gladness wings my favored hour, My lifted eye without a tear HELEN M. WILLIAMS. A patient heart. Milton, 15 118. NONE loves me, Father, with thy love, None else can meet such needs as mine; O, grant me, as thou shalt approve, All that befits a child of thine! From every doubt and fear release, And give me confidence and peace. Give me a faith shall never fail, One that shall always work by love; And then, whatever foes assail, They shall but higher courage move More boldly for the truth to strive, And more by faith in thee to live. A heart, that, when my days are glad, May never from thy way decline, And when the sky of life grows sad, May still submit its will to thine,A heart that loves to trust in thee, A patient heart, create in me! 119. FROM THE GERMAN. Waiting. Boylston, 32. NOT so in haste, my heart! He never comes too late; Until he cometh, rest, Nor grudge the hours that roll; The feet that wait for God,-'t is they Are soonest at the goal That is not gained by speed; B. T. |