« PreviousContinue »
I CANNOT find thee! Still on restless pin
ion My spirit beats the void where thou
dost dwell: I wander lost through all thy vast domin
ion, 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 callthee 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
102. Mother and child. Marlow, 27. My child is lying on my knees;
The signs of heaven she reads; My face is all the heaven she
sees, Is all the heaven she needs. I mean her well so earnestly,
Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh
To bring her something good. I also am a child, and I
Am ignorant and weak; I gaze upon the starry sky,
And then I must not speak: For all behind the starry sky,
Behind the world so broad,
The Infinite of God.
My child upon my knee;
And I look up to thee.
101. Whom but thee. Melton, 59. Thou Life within my life, than self more
near! Thou veiled Presence infinitely dear! From all my nameless weariness, I flee To find my centre and my rest in thee.
Arr. by Dr. Mason.
Dundee, 22. 103.
So far, so near. Balerma, 21. O Thou, in all thy might so far,
In all thy love so near, Beyond the range of sun and star,
And yet beside us here:
Or, searching, find thee out?
A Presence round about!
I ask not, Lord, for more:
To love thee and adore!
The tender mystery
The Light I may not see!
Is childlike faith to me,
An open path to thee.
Very near. Miss'y Chani, 16. O, SOMETIMES comes to soul and sense The feeling which is evidence That very near about us lies The realm of spirit-mysteries. The low and dark horizon lifts, To light the scenic terror shifts; The breath of a diviner air Blows down the answer of a prayer. Then all our sorrow, pain, and doubt A great compassion clasps about; And law and goodness, love and force Are wedded fast beyond divorce. Then duty leaves to love its task, The beggar Self forgets to ask; We feel, as flowers the sun and dew, The One True Life our own renew.
J. G. WHITTIER,
Nuremburg, 39. 106. The hidden life.
F. T. Paigrav
F. L. HOSMER.
Within. Boylston, 32.
Within he speaks and is.
No words his essence tell;
Is he in whom we dwell.
Before the touch of sound.
Hid in the God unknown.
F. W BERNER
A marvel seems the Universe;
Around, above, beneath.
O Father, unto thee! To-day in lowliness of mind I make my humble wishes known,I only ask a will resigned
Ó Father, to thine own!
J. G. WHITTIER.
110. Lead thou me on! Parker, 69. LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling
Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from
Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but
All is well. Ward, 18.
108. The eternal goodness. Arlington, 19.
St. Agnes, 31.
And tossed by storm and flood,
I know that God is good!
And seraphs may not see, -
Which evil is in me.
I dare not throne above;
His goodness and his love.
Thy creatures as they be,
My human heart on thee ! 109.
And feel that it is best.
Lead thou me on!
years! So long thy power hath blessed me, surely
'T will lead me on Through dreary doubt, through pain and
The night is gone,
J. H. NEWMAN,
He is my stay and my defence;
How shall I fail or fall? My helper is Omnipotence,
My ruler ruleth all!
Are subject to his care:-
Who loves me everywhere.
MRS, C. A. MASON.
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home, -
Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same. Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy children dwell secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And their defence is sure. O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home!
Manoah, 26. 112.
Balerma, 21. THERE is an Eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night; There is an Ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of light. There is an Arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
When earthly loves decay.
That Arm upholds the sky;
Anon. 113. My helper. Naomi, 28. I CANNOT walk in darkness long,
My Light is by my side;
While following such a guide.
114. Everlasting arms. Amsterdam, 52. SEE the Lord, thy Keeper, stand
Omnipotently near ;
And banishes thy fear;
The everlasting arms.
Shall bless thy coming in,
And save thee from thy sin.
Benneson, 44. 115. God is love.
Stockwell, 49. God is Love: his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love. Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
God is wisdom, God is love.
Will his changeless goodness prove; From the mist his brightness streameth
God is wisdom, God is love.
Balerma, 21. 117. A steadfast heart.
Arlington, 19. 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;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
That mercy I adore!
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferred by thee.
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye without a tear
The gathering storm shall see;
That heart shall rest on thee!
HELEN M, WILLIAMS.
118. A patient heart. Milton, 15
FROM THE GERMAN.
Waiting. Boylston, 32. Not so in haste, my heart!
Have faith in God and wait;
He never comes too late.
He knoweth what is best:
Until he cometh, rest.
Nor grudge the hours that roll;
Are soonest at the goal.
That is not gained by speed;