The depths of grief no human spirit knowing, Which moan in secret, like the moaning sea? God knows it all! Dost thou look back upon a life of sinning? Forward, and tremble for thy future lot? There's One who sees the end from the beginning, Thy tear of penitence is unforgot God knows it all! Then go to God. Pour out your hearts before him; God knows it all—God knows it all! "I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.” "I would not live alway" - but here I would stay, "I would not live alway"— but sweet are the days Which here I may spend in devotion and praise,— Days blest with the presence and cheered with the love Of Him who will lead me to glory above. “I would not live alway"— but Thy blessed will "I would not live alway"- but dwelling below, Where sin has occasioned such wide-spreading wo, Let me seek the sad heart of the mourner to cheer, To comfort and bless the afflicted ones here. "I would not live alway"— but here let me seek "I would not live always"— but while I remain, Let me welcome alike every pleasure and pain Which proceeds from His hand who is faithful and true, Who in mercy chastises and pities me too. "I would not live alway"— whenever Thy voice, Redeemer! shall call me, my soul shall rejoice; Then, saved by thy grace, may I gladly arise To meet thee, and dwell with thee, Lord, in the skies! ABIDE IN ME AND I IN YOU. That mystic word of thine, oh Sovereign Lord! Abide in me, I pray, and I in thee, From this good hour. O leave me never more 90 Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed, The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. Abide in me o'ershadowed by thy love, Each half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin; Quench, ere it rise, each selfish low desire, As some rare perfume in a vase of clay All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown. The soul alone, like a neglected harp, Grows out of tune, and needs that hand divine; Dwell thou within it, tune and touch the chords, Till every note and string shall answer thine. Abide in me; there have been moments pure When I have seen thy face and felt thy power; Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed Owned the divine enchantment of the hour. Come and abide in me, and I in Thee. LITTLE AT FIRST, BUT MIGHTY AT LAST. CHARLES MACKAY. A traveller through a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea, And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening time And Age was pleased, in heats of noon, The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds sweet music bore, It stood a glory in its place, A little spring had lost its way A passing stranger scooped a well, He thought not of the deed he did, Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues, And saved a life beside. A dreamer dropped a random thought,; 'Twas old, and yet 'twas new A simple fancy of the brain, But strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind, |