And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro;

Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate,

And a work of lowly love to do

For the Lord on whom I wait.

So I ask Thee for the daily strength
To none that ask denied,

And a mind to blend with outward life,

While keeping at Thy side; Content to fill a little space,

If Thou be glorified.

And if some things I do not ask
In my cup of blessing be,

I would have my spirit fill'd the more
With grateful love to Thee;

More careful, not to serve Thee much,
But to please Thee perfectly.

There are briars besetting every path

That 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, Is happy anywhere.

In a service which Thy will appoints
There are no bonds for me;

For my inmost heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free;
And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.

Anna L. Waring.

THERE WAS LEANING ON JESUS' BOSOM ONE

OF HIS DISCIPLES."

JORD, a happy child of Thine,

Patient through the love of Thee,

In the light, the life divine,

Lives and walks at liberty.

Leaning on Thy tender care,
Thou hast led my soul aright;
Fervent was my morning praye
Joyful is my song to-night.

O my Saviour, Guardian true,
All my life is Thine to keep:
At Thy feet my work I do;
In Thy arms I fall asleep.

Tender mercies! on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless the Lord for you.

Though I have not all I would,
Though to greater bliss I go,
Every present gift of good
To Eternal Love I owe.

Source of all that comforts me,
Well of joy for which I long,

Let the song I sing to Thee
Be an everlasting song.

Anna L. Waring.

N heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding,

For nothing changes here.

The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismay'd?

Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back,

My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack:

His wisdom ever waketh h;
His sight is never dim ;
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,

Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,

Where the dark clouds have been.

HOUGH some good things of lower worth

My heart is call'd on to resign,

Of all the gifts in heaven and earth,
The best, the very best is mine:
The love of God in Christ made known,
The love that is enough alone,

My Father's love is all my own.

My soul's Restorer, let me learn
In that deep love to live and rest;
Let me the precious things discern,
Of which I am indeed possess❜d.
My treasure let me feel and see,
And let my moments, as they flee,
Unfold my endless life in Thee.