A Saint! Oh give me but some sign, And warmer thanks thou shalt command, Oh for an interest in that name, How shall the name of saints be prized, That none but saints "shall see the Lord! وو Marriott. 66 MY SOUL IS EVEN AS A WEANED CHILD." ESUS, cast a look on me ; Give me sweet simplicity; Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only Thee to know. Weaned from my lordly self; Weaned from the miser's pelf; Weaned from the scorner's ways, All that feeds my busy pride, Bid my will to Thine submit ; Make me like a little child; Of my strength and wisdom spoil'd; Walking only in Thy might. Leaning on Thy loving breast, Where a weary soul may rest; In this posture let me live, Berridge. THE PRINCE OF PEACE." HEN Jordan hush'd his waters still, And silence slept on Sion hill; When Bethlehem's shepherds through the night Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light: Hark! from the midnight hills around, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. Then swift to every startled eye, On wheels of light, on wings of flame, High heaven with songs of triumph rang; While thus they struck their harps and sang, Oh, Sion! lift thy raptured eye, The long-expected hour is nigh; The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign! See, Mercy from her golden urn Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold, she binds, with tender care, He comes! to cheer the trembling heart; Again the Day-star gilds the gloom, Oh, Sion! lift thy raptured eye,' The Prince of Salem comes to reign." Campbell. 66 CLOUDS AND DARKNESS ARE ROUND ABOUT HIM." AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will; His ways are just, His counsels wise. He in the thickest darkness dwells; Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, And 'midst the terrors of His rod, Trust in a wise and gracious God. Beddome. WHO ART THOU, THAT REPLIEST AGAINST GOD?" mine SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld Deep sleep came down on every eye save And there it stood-all formless, but divine: "Is man more just than God? is man more pure Byron. |