And though at times, impetuous with emotion, The swelling heart heaves, moaning like the ocean, We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way. "THE BOW IN THE CLOUD." HEN, deaf to every warning given, Deluged the world and drowned His foes. Vengeance, that called for this just doom, That future ages this might know, This bow, that beams with vivid light, That God has sworn-who dares condemn ? He will no more be wrath with them. The First and Second Adam. Thus, the believer, when he views The rainbow in its various hues, May say, "Those lively colours shine To show that heaven is surely mine." 93 THE FIRST AND SECOND ADAM. HEN Adam by transgression fell, And, conscious, fled his Maker's face, Linked in clandestine league with hell, He ruined all his future race. The seeds of evil once brought in, Increased, and filled the world with sin. But, lo! the Second Adam came, The serpent's subtle head to bruise: He cancels his malicious claim, And disappoints his devilish views; Ransoms poor prisoners with His blood, And brings the sinner back to God. To understand these terms aright, This grand distinction should be known ; Though all are sinners in God's sight, There are but few so in their own. To such as these our Lord was sent ; They're only sinners who repent. What comfort can a Saviour bring To those who never felt their woe? A sinner is a sacred thing; The Holy Ghost has made him so. New life from Him we must receive Before for sin we rightly grieve. This faithful saying let us own,— "COME UNTO ME AND REST." HEARD the voice of Jesus say, Lay down, thou weary one, lay down I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give The living water, thirsty one; Stoop down and drink, and live." Resurgam. I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, I heard the voice of Jesus say, 95 RESURGAM. HEN autumn's deepening shadows fall And nature's fading tints recall The thought, "How frail are we!"— When sinks the soul 'mid doubts and fears, And pensive Memory sheds her tears O'er forms laid in its gloom ; When all things round us of decay And the soul shrinks in haste away From scenes we loved too well, O how consoling then to know, Whatever griefs prevail, There is a God who brightens woe, And soothes the mourner's wail! A God who once man's image bore, A Saviour who, 'mid change and chance, Then let the clouds and tempests lower, Let Death put forth his vaunted power, Nor cloud nor tempest, death nor hell, And raise her from the dead. |