I shall mount to yon fair city,
The dwelling of the blest;
I shall enter yon bright city,
The palace of the blest.

I shall meet the many parted ones,
In that one home of joy ;
Lost love for ever found again,
In that dear home of joy.

We have shared our earthly sorrows, Each with the other here;

We shall share our heavenly gladness, Each with the other there.

We have mingled tears together,
We shall mingle smiles and song ;
We have mingled sighs together,

We shall mingle smiles and song,

THE ROD.

I WEEP, but do not yield,
I mourn, yet still rebel;
My inmost soul seems steel'd,
Cold and immoveable.

The wound is sharp and deep;

My spirit bleeds within ;

And yet I lie asleep,

And still I sin, I sin.

My bruised soul complains
Of stripes without, within;
I feel these piercing pains-
Yet still I sin, I sin.

O'er me the low cloud hung

Its weight of shade and fear;

Unmoved I pass'd along,

And still my sin is here.

Yon massive mountain-peak

The lightning rends at will; The rock can melt or breakI am unbroken still.

My sky was once noon-bright,
My day was calm the while,
I loved the pleasant light,
The sunshine's happy smile.

I said, my God, oh, sure,

This love will kindle mine ; Let but this calm endure,

Then all my heart is thine.

Alas, I knew it not !——

The summer flung its gold

Of sunshine o'er my lot,

And yet my heart was cold.

Trust me with prosperous days, I said, O spare the rod ; Thee and thy love I'll praise, My gracious, patient God.

Must I be smitten, Lord?

Are gentler measures vain ? Must I be smitten, Lord?

Can nothing save but pain?

Thou trustedst me a while;
Alas! I was deceived;

I revell'd in the smile,

Yet to the dust I cleaved.

Then the fierce tempest broke,
I knew from whom it came,

I read in that sharp stroke

A father's hand and name.

And yet I did Thee wrong;

Dark thoughts of Thee came in,— A froward, selfish throng

And I allow'd the sin!

I did Thee wrong, my God,
I wronged thy truth and love,
I fretted at the rod,

Against thy power I strove.

H

I said, My God, at length,
This stony heart remove,
Deny all other strength,

But give me strength to love.

Come nearer, nearer still,

Let not thy light depart;

Bend, break this stubborn will, Dissolve this iron heart.

Less wayward let me be,

More pliable and mild;

In glad simplicity

More like a trustful child.

Less, less of self each day,

And more, my God, of thee;

O keep me in the way,

However rough it be.

Less of the flesh each day,
Less of the world and sin;
More of thy Son, I pray,

More of Thyself within.