Good angels say, "Beware, and mark, and learn;" Alas! our guardian angels weep sad tears! To trust, submit, adoringly revere Our holy God-man's highest duty this; Christ-like to sympathise with sorrow's tear And joy's rejoicing-this our highest bliss. With wounded hearts and hands, meek children now, We think of home, and lovingly renew The tie that bound us and the broken vow, And own with shame how oft we proved untrue. Is there forgiveness in our Father's home? To seek Thy pardon and Thy home to share?" Father, I know that Thy forgiving love Hails with delight a contrite sinner's tear; And Thou wilt welcome to Thy home above A child to whom the Saviour's name is dear. "MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND." FATHER, I know that all my life And the changes that will surely come But I ask Thee for a present mind I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, I would not have the restless mind, Searching for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know: I would be as a weaned child, And guided where to go. Wherever in the world I am, I have a fellowship with hearts And a work of lowly love to do So I ask Thee for the daily strength, And a mind to blend with outward life, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask, I would have my spirit filled the more And careful, less to serve Thee much, Than to please thee perfectly. There are briars besetting every path, Which call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee, Can be happy anywhere, |