OLD HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO. C. M. 81. 29 79. Common cares. Miss'y Chant, 16. O could we learn true sacrifice, Seek we no more: content with these, Only, O Lord, in thy dear love 80. J. KEBLE. Divine alchemy. Channing, 58. GIVE me, my God, to feel thee in my joy, So shall my joy to love ennobled be; Give me to feel thee in this slight annoy, That turns to hope through thy fine alchemy. Give me, within the work that calls today, To see thy finger gently beckoning on; Let struggle grow to freedom, work to play, And toil, begun from thee, to thee be done. I lay each humblest hope within my prayer; To thee no high seraphic aims I bring; My daily bread, rest, strength for common Add thou the grace, while in the truth I pray, And this poor heart-cry into music turn. J. F. Clarke. 81. The city of God. Dundee, 22. And wherefore should I seek above Since firm in faith, and deep in love, Nor known on earth nor praised, 82. ELIZA SCUDDER. The elixir. Mornington, 34TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for thee. To scorn the senses' sway, All may of thee partake: That with the tincture "For thy sake" My heart, learn well this clause, G. Herbert. 1609. Pleyel, 40. 85. LORD! what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow; Quiet thoughts at peace with all; Wrongs forgiven into rest; Sympathy intent to call Sorrow from the wounded breast; Willing hands to lead the blind, Teach us, O thou heavenly King! 84. John Taylor. Prayer-answer. Mornington, 34. Ar first I prayed for Light:- And next I prayed for Strength:- And then I asked for Faith:- And Light and Strength and Faith God only waited for me till I prayed the larger prayer. Mrs. E. D. Cheney. 86. Out of self. Nuremburg, 39. WHAT thou wilt, O Father, give! All is gain that I receive: Let the lowliest task be mine, Grateful, so the work be thine. Let me find the humblest place In the shadow of thy grace; Let me find in thine employ Peace that dearer is than joy. If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant! Out of self to love be led, And to heaven acclimated, Until all things sweet and good Seem my natural habitude. JOHN G. WHITTIER. WHEREVER in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts A work of lowly love to do, For him on whom I wait. I ask thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe the weeping eyes; A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. In service which thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me: My inmost heart is taught the truth That makes thy children free,A life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. ANNA L. WARING. DYKES. 90. We yet may lead them back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned, And sinful yet may'st be; Deal gently with the erring heart, As God hath dealt with thee. 88. MISS FLETCHER. Best prayer. Balerma, 21. He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast, For he hath offered to the Lord Who giveth to his least. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small, For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all. 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, R. C. TRENCH. The seed. Federal St.,10. Yet unforgotten where it lies, And he who blesses most is blest; 91. J. G. WHITTIER. Long life. Miss'y Chant, 16. HE liveth long who liveth well; Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure; Dr. L. MASON. Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours, And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, And the sweet tasks of love. 93. The cross. S. LONGFELLOW. Nuremburg, 39. Conant, 36. WHEN my love to God grows weak, There I walk amid the shades, To thy scenes of fear and woe;- 94. Anon. Come unto me. Nuremburg, 39. Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, HE Cometh not a king to reign, And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress We touch him in life's throng and press, O Friend and Teacher of us all! Thy words like heavenly music fall, 99. IMMORTAL by their deed and word Still speak the prophets of the Lord, The voice of old by Jordan's flood We hear it in beatitude, In parable and prayer. And still the beauty of that life And breathes its calm amid the strife The trust that in the darkest hour Speed on thy conquering way, F. L. HOSMER. Mann, 14. Wherever through the ages rise ALL hail, God's angel, Truth! Fresh graces shine: And wealth divine. Thanks for the names that light And Freedom's way: Thanks for the heart of Love, May their dear memory be W. Newell. |