In life's long sickness, evermore Were it not better to lie still, Let him strike home, and bless the rod? THE LEPER. And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. - Matthew 8: 2. OFT as the leper's case I read, My own, described, I feel; Sin is a leprosy, indeed, Which none but Christ can heal. Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, O, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt, Come, lepers, seize the present hour, He can relieve, for he is He will, for he is love. power, THE SICK ROOM. The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him, to all that call upon him in truth.-Psalm 145: 18. WATCHING, through the silent hours, When the vital forces seem Making darkness doubly dark, - When the flame, reviving, burns In the dim, religious gloom, Where 'expressive silence' broods As in silent prayer I kneel, When reluctant hope is fled, And the war of life is o'er, DESPAIRING, YET PLEADING. God be merciful to me, a sinner. - Luke 18: 13. WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, 'Forgive my foul offence!' Again in folly's path might go astray; Again exalt the brute and sink the man: O, thou, great Governor of all below! Thy rod can make a tempest cease to blow, To rule their torrent in th' allowéd line; CHASTISEMENT MISIMPROVED. For God speaketh once, yea, twice, yet man perceiveth it not. — Job 33: 11. How oft, upon my feverish bed, By pain and darkness pressed, I have rejoiced, with thankful heart, And that earth's troubles sure were given, To fix our wayward hearts on heaven. But when it pleased my God, who sent Those hours of wearing pain, His rod in mercy to withdraw, And give me health again; My heart earth's trifles still would prize, And draw my wishes from the skies. O, what a sinful heart is mine, My Saviour's love thus to neglect, And please this weak, frail form of clay, I have no strength, I have no power, I dare not hope, but in his name, And staff, whate'er the cost; Though thou may'st bid me all resign, O, save me, Lord, and own me thine. |