THE FIELD OF THE WORLD. Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thine hand; To doubt, and fear give thou no heed, Broad-cast it o'er the land. Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there: O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found; Thou know'st not which may thrive, Grace keeps the precious germs alive, And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength; And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Thence, when the glorious end, And Heaven cry-" Harvest-home!" FAREWELL TO A MISSIONARY. HOME, kindred, friends, and country-these But when the pilgrim's staff we take, Press on, and only look before; It is no sin, like man, to weep, Even Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead; Or yearn for home beyond the deep,He had not where to lay his head; The patriot's tears will He condemn, Who grieved o'er lost Jerusalem? Take up your cross, and say—“ Farewell :” Who left heaven's throne with men to dwell, Doubt not, the dead themselves will hear, Hear, and come forth to life anew; -Then while the Gentile courts they fill, Shall not your Saviour's words stand true? Home, kindred, friends, and country still, In earth's last desert you shall find, Yet lose not those you left behind. VOL. II. "THE PRISONER OF THE LORD." A SABBATH HYMN FOR A SICK CHAMBER. THOUSANDS, O LORD of Hosts! this day, And tens of thousands throng to pay They see Thy power and glory there, They read, they hear, they join in prayer, They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung, Were I among them, my glad tongue For Thou art in their midst, to teach, I, of such fellowship bereft, In spirit turn to Thee; Oh! hast Thou not a blessing left, The dew lies thick on all the ground, The manna rains from heaven around, Behold Thy prisoner;-loose my bands, If 'tis Thy gracious will; If not, contented in thine hands, Behold Thy prisoner still! 39 I may not to Thy courts repair, Yet here Thou surely art; LORD, consecrate a house of In my surrender'd heart. prayer To faith reveal the things unseen, Oh! make Thy face on me to shine, AN AFTER-THOUGHT. I CANNOT call affliction sweet, My weaned soul was all resign'd Where are the vows which then I vow'd, LORD, grant me grace for every day, Whate'er my state may be; Through life, in death, with truth to say, "My God is all to me!" OUR SAVIOUR'S PRAYERS.* PREAMBLE. HIGH PRIEST for sinners, Jesus, Lord! PART I. Baptized as for the dead he rose, With prayer, from Jordan's hallow'd flood; Ere long, by persecuting foes, To be baptized in his own blood: The Father's voice proclaim'd the Son, And to a desert place withdrew, At evening when his toils were o'er, All night remain'd alone to pray, Luke iii. 21. Mark i. 35. Luke vi. 12. In these stanzas the Scripture quotations are from those passages to which direct reference is intended in the fines themselves, rather than to the corresponding accounts of the same transactions by others of the sacred historians. |