THE DISBURDENING.

LAY down thy burden here ;
With such a weary load
Thou canst not climb yon hill,
Yon steep and rugged road.

'Tis rough, and wild, and high, Thickets and rocks impede;

Scant resting-place between,

How canst thou upward speed?

Lay down thy burden here,
Poor weary son of time;
So shall thy limbs be strong,
So shalt thou upward climb.

The sun is hot, no cloud

To shield thee from his ray; It scorches up thy strength, Stay now, poor climber, stay.

Thou breathest hard, the drops

Are on thy burning brow; Try not another step,

Lay down thy burden now.

So shalt thou climb yon hill,
Up to its steepest height;
Like eagle of the rock,
With easy joyful flight.

So shalt thou bear the toils Thy God appoints to thee; So shalt thou serve thy God In happy liberty.

SURSUM CORDA.

Go up, go up, my heart,

Dwell with thy God above;. For here thou canst not rest, Nor here give out thy love.

Let not thy love flow out
To things so soiled and dim ;

Waste not thy precious stores
On creature-love below;
To God that wealth belongs,

On him that wealth bestow.

Go up, reluctant heart,

Take up thy rest above;

Arise, earth-clinging thoughts,
Ascend, my lingering love!

THE HEAVENLY SOWING.

SOWER divine !

Sow the good seed in me,

Seed for eternity.

'Tis a rough barren soil,

Yet by thy care and toil,

Make it a fruitful field

An hundredfold to yield.

Sower divine,

Plough up this heart of mine!

Sower divine!

Quit not this wretched field
Till thou hast made it yield,
Sow thou by day and night,
In darkness and in light.

Stay not thy hand, but sow;

Then shall the harvest grow.

Sower divine,

Sow deep this heart of mine!

Sower divine !

Let not this barren clay
Lead thee to turn away;
Let not my fruitlessness
Provoke thee not to bless ;
Let not this field be dry,
Refresh it from on high.

Sower divine,

Water this heart of mine!

COMPANIONSHIP.

NOT with the light and vain,

The man of idle feet and wanton eyes; Not with the world's gay, ever-smiling train; My lot be with the grave and wise.