Wherefore, how happy is the time
When in thy love I rest;

When from my weariness I climb
E'en to thy tender breast!
The night of sorrow endeth there,
Thy rays outshine the sun;
And in thy pardon and thy care,
The heaven of heavens is won.

WOLFGANG DESSLER. 1692.

Patient in Tribulation.

IIO.

TRUST IN DIVINE GOODNESS.

L. M.

MY

"Y God, I thank thee; may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe ;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day.

Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know ;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;

And, 'mid the wreck of human joy,
May kneeling faith adore thy will.

ANDREWS NORTON.

III.

ABIDE WITH ME.

IO.

A

BIDE with me! fast falls the eventide

;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!

I need thy presence every passing hour ;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me!

Hold, then, thy cross before my closing eyes!
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies!
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me !

HENRY F. LYTE.

II2. FROM WHOM ALL GOODNESS FLOWS. C. M.

THOU from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Dear Lord, remember me !

When on my aching, burdened heart,

My sins lie heavily,

My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me !

Temptations sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee:

Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day,
For good remember me !

Distressed in pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see !

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief,
Hear, and remember me !

When in the solemn hour of death,

I lift my soul to thee,

Be this the prayer of my last breath,—
Good Lord, remember me !

THOMAS HAWEIS.

113. DEAR REFUGE OF MY WEARY SOUL. C. M.

EAR refuge of my weary soul,

DE

On thee, when sorrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

ANNE STEele.