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They whom the world caresses most
XL-THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH.
My soul is sad, and much dismayed ;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose !
How like a smoky cloud they rise !
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
And finds abundant fuel there,
Oh! I would drive it from my breast,
Far as the east is from the west.
Heal the deep wounds I have received !
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved !
XLI.-PEACE AFTER A STORM.
And smiling day once more appears,
The folly of my doubts and fears.
And blush that I should ever be
Or harbour one hard thought of Thee !
What I am still so slow to learn,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
But when my faith is sharply tried,
Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine, Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, remembering thine.
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears? No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Or wilt withhold, from me.
Thou art engaged to grant ;
Tis better still to want.
Shall I resist them both ?
And crushed before the moth!
Se band me to thy sway;
Prive the these thoughts away.
XY-THE HAPPY CHANGE Huw he greater S O God,
b e ser av wert,
ung mom ja lugu: og ble ens at vei de skies A: Away CMS ViVERSESSES Hal in swim ***
De human her atst
thre Nuk e ka wae sinat.
The soul, a dreary province once
Of Satan's dark domain,
And owns a heavenly reign.
The fruitful year control,
He started from the goal,
His orient rays impart;
Can shine upon the heart.
From strife and tumult far ;
His most successful war.
With prayer and praise agree;
For those who follow thee.
And grace her mean abode,
She communes with her God !
Her solitary lays;
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Sweet source of light divine,
My Saviour ! thou art mine!
A boundless, endless store,
When time shall be no more.
XLVIII.—THE HIDDEN LIFE.
How pleasing is the task !
Beyond what I can ask.
Jy labouring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy,
And helps me to reply.
Such secrets to declare ;
Exposed to open air.
Nor care if thousands hear,
Not life is half so dear.
120 knew what once I was And bame the song that has commends
The Man wa are the cross? Trust me, I the eness true,
Suck hereer war be give to you,
Fer bare an bis sains
XLIX-JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING.
SOMETIMES 3 Sherprises
When Jesus' name I hear ;
The word of promise near :
Still delighted I perceive ;
The joys thy precepts give.
How sweet it is to see
Or when they wait on thee.
What we owe to love divine ; Till our bosoms grateful swell,
And eyes begin to shine. Those the comforts I possess,
Which God shall still increase, All his ways are pleasantness,
And all his paths are peace. Nothing Jesus did or spoke,
Henceforth let me ever slight; For I love his easy yoke,
And find his burden light.
LI.-THE CHRISTIAN. Honour and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise ; How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days ! A kingly character he bears,
No change his priestly office knows; Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close. Adorned with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face ;