III.

Hereafter, let us hope, by grace
We shall to Heaven attain ;

And not the faintest, dimmest trace
Of sin our souls shall stain.

IV.

But here, on this drear side the tomb,

A state of sin will be

The only soil in which can bloom

The flower of charity.

V.

O ever sweet forgiving love,

Thou hast in Heaven thy birth;

But, wafted from those groves above, Thy fragrance comes to earth.

VI.

Forgiveness! GOD by thee revealed How we should injuries meet :Thou art the odour flowers yield

When trampled under feet.

"Trust ge not in a Friend.”

"The best of them is as a brier; the most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge.”—MICAH vii, 4,

I,

I TURN from earthly reeds,

To lean on strength divine.

O GOD, how frail is human love!
How firm and true is THINE!

II.

The dearest friends we have,

Misjudge us, and grow cold;

But THOU, 'gainst whom indeed we've sinned,
Dost ne'er THY love withhold.

III.

O boundless source of good,
May every pang we feel

Drive us to THEE; for only THOU
The wounded heart canst heal.

IV.

Teach us to trust man less;

Help us to trust THEE more; And, whatsoe'er our lot in life,

THY goodness to adore.

The Power of Kindness.

"A word spoken in due season, how good is it!"PROV. XV, 23.

I.

How calm the close of day;
How fresh the morning hours;
How glad each bird's sweet lay;
How beautiful the flowers.

II.

But when the spirit's broken,
Oh, tell me, what can bless
Like gentle, kind words spoken
In simple lovingness?